The New York herald., 1922-11-15
John TicknOr, Former Man
ufacturer of Bridgeport,
Conducts Conversation.
eWHO'S WHO ON PARADE
Wraiths Seem to Have Weak
Memories for Their Triumphs
in Earthly Flesh.

Ghosts are being PACED at the Bilt-
more. They are distinguished ghosts
for the most part. Before their trans
lation they could be turned to any
day in one of the Who's Who, the
American or the English.
Persons that have respectfully
given ear to their thin and distinct
discourse note that these ghosts at
the Bilmore seem still fond OF their
Who's Who celebrity, and stray not
far from the "reminiscences and the
achievements listed OF them in that
laconic biography.
They do not annoy the guests. of
course. John McEntee Bowman would
not like that. nor would many of the
guests. They are not to be found
rambling in the corridors or peering
from corners. Neither obtrusive nor
loquacious. they appear only before
chosen members of society in the
apartment No. 1119 of John Ticknor,
lately a manufacturer in Connecticut
and now aware OF strange catalystic
powers in dealing with those stubborn
and difficult elements of the hereafter
-wraiths of humanity.
Only Our Best SpooIss Admitted.
There are those who maintain that
Mr.. Ticknor is rare hand with spooks
especially spooks who amounted to
something before passing on; those who
were possessed of great wealth, great
talent and consequent celebrity.
Society, titillatingly interested in Mr.
Ticknor's singular gift OF whistling
ghosts to heel. attends his private
seances. either at the Biltmore or its
own mansions. and gasps as the invis-
ible ones, long dead magnate OF rail-
roads, young banker cut off in his
prime. great critic of the drama,
world famous actor, an actress noted for
her blazing eccentricities. all crowd
around Mr.. Ticknor's chair as mera
mortals surge about a telephone switch
board.
They gasp at his successes In a field
or dim mystery, where even the great
Sir Oliver mourned his failures and
where Conan Doyle could not always
score. and they are so impressed. these
society folk, that talk Is running about
among the opulent of endowing Mr.
Ticknor like college of establishing
such a sound foundation that never
more would ugly. disturbing notions of
bread and cheese and an unloading roof
creep in TO shatter his liaison with
spiritland.
1t may be that Mr.. Ticknor knows
nothing about the still fluid project of
preserving him from the dismal worries
that distress ordinary mortals. He does
not charge admission to his--seances
does not seem the right word for the
spiritual affairs presided over by him
call them demonstrations. Collections.
or the mention OF them, are said to
annoy him. and the thought of vulgar
money, in small sums. or may be other
wise. saddens him.
But the talk of endowing him persists
among the wealthy and fashionable that
already have seen him--and heard him
do his stuff. as the culgar have n.
Even sum is mentioned. something
like 100000. and any number OF the
new believers In the strange and mys-
terious powers OF Ticknor might be able
to contribute the whole sum-
How Mr.. Ticknor Performs.
There was an especially interesting
session--"seance" Is such n dreadful
word--in ultra fashionable East Sixty
seventh street only few nights ago, and
attended by persons OF the first rank
socially and financially. Very interest
ing results we're obtained. and the sug-
gestion was emphasized quite strongly
that intelligent persons OF busy life are
quite foolish TO dispense with Who's
Who" especially II interested In spirit
ism and its refexes.
Never hurried, always unfiurried, Mr..
Ticknor discourses dlvertingiy for well
nigh two hours before popular demand
induces him to lift a corner Of the veil.
He's the most untheatric OF mediums
no ballyhoo, no shivers or sepuIchraI
groans, no desperate gaspings and con-
tortions OF body maltreatcd by spirit.
Nothing like that. Mr.. John Ticknor.
late Of Bridgeport and the manufacturer
OF wearing apparel. and later Of muni-
tions. takes UP q chat with ghosts as
you would settle down to firesido' chat
when friends OF yours and the missus's
dropped In TO try The home brew and
say few snappy things about the
neighbors. Mr.. Ticknor settles down
CoutIuupd On pnpo EfDht