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Several people started for the Bey with poised pins and had to line up for order's sake. Then they began. Before long, Tarah was clothed in a swath of white cloth, a smile to show he didn't mind at all, and about ten pins. When my medical acquaintance tried to shove his pin into the bony part of the Insensate Swami's hand, Bey, who does not speak English, whispered something to the interpreter. The interpreter did not bother to translate for the audience, but snatched the Bey's hand away from the grinning student and motioned...
...expert," Professor Sanjean, owner, trainer, and confidante of "Emir, the only dog in the whole world who can read your mind." Sanjean told the audience that the "only reason telepathy isn't more widely recognized is that peope are on different wave-lengths." This meshed nicely with the assurance Bey's interpreter gave before the program that the "astral, or soul body is the force that binds the chemical body to God. And Bey, by completely mastering the astral body, loosens the silver chord and goes into the world beyond...
...started badly for Tarah. He tried locating objects that volunteers from the audience were thinking of. Clutching their hands, he walked about in the audience making mystic-type motions and frowning. "Cosmic emanations," said Bey. "Unconscious stiffening of the muscles as they near the object," said my medical friend. The mystic missed on two of three expeditions and quit, muttering something about "no cooperation and poor conditions...
Then he tried picking thoughts out of the audience. After walking about getting names, be went back to the stage, announced a name and answered the psychic question. "Mary" stood up when called, and the interpreter commisserated with her on Bey's behalf for her "illness," but assured her that all would be well since there was a cure. Mary shook her head and said that wasn't the question. Tarah stiffened when told, and pointing at Mary roared, "Are you sure you're not sick?" "No," replied Mary, "and I should know because I'm a doctor." "Well then...
Just then a large, furry woman in the back stood and called out, "Doctor Bey, you have the wrong person. I'm the one worried about illness." Bey smiled again and asked, "Are you Mary?" "Well, no, doctor, I'm Hilda, but that was my question exactly...