Evening star., 1934-11-22

magic, which. after all. was no magic
at all, but scientific invention of his
own. He explained it as follows:
You already have in your civiliza-
ton two inventions which are using
some Of my so-called magic.
"One is the radio, over which you
transfer electric impulses in the form
of voice for thousands of miles. The
other is your latest invention, which
you call television, by which you can
see the person talking to you hun
dreds of miles away.
MY telescope is a television tele-
scope. The difference is simply this:
Your apparatus is still crude and
needs one apparatus to broadcast
voice and picture and another to re-
ceive it. My apparatus sends the elec-
trio impulses to a certain spot and
then sends it back in circle to the
starting point, as all electric currents
are obliged to do on your lights, street
cars or electric trains.
Brick walls do not interfere with
your radio or your television. and
neither do they interfere with me-"
He cut in several switches and i'm
mediately electric motors began to
hum. Now we will adjust the tele-
scope to focus on your town. What
would you be most interested in see
ing?" asked Santa. pondered a
moment at this momentous question
and what it implied, and then
answered: Show me the editorial
rooms of The Star"
At the end of the telescope was at
tached q black lined box with q
hood screening the light. Santa
asked me to step up and look down
into the box. On the bottom Of the
box was a mirror-like screen. This
began TO flicker like a screen in a
motion-picture theater, then dim i'm
ages out Of focus appeared. Finally.
the focus adjusted, there sat the
editor at his desk holding news
paper in his hand, reading my yes
terday's dispatch about our interview
with Jack Frost and talking to an
other man on his staff.
wonderful" was all I could say
as I stepped back.
Santa adjusted the telescope again
and then he himself watched for
many minutes. His jolly face began
to grow serious and he seemed wor-
ried. He turned over a few leaves
in the big book and began to make
black marks.
Then he frowned again, and, with
Santa's permission, I peered into the
book and saw that the name was
Johnny :. 1--WE won't mention his
full name) boy who lives in North
west Washington. In fact, Johnny's
father was a good friend Of mine.
Tut, tut Santa clicked his teeth
In worry. That boy Johnny is fight
ing again and he is pounding q
smaller boy"
noticed that Santa was gravely
worried. His whiskers were pushed
back from his face and the twinkle
In his eyes was missing.
!. too. felt worried, for who could
look on Santa's sorrowful face and
not share his troubles. Santa again
peered through the telescope. He
looked again and then slapped his fur
coat with his leather mittens. This
time he laughed and the room seemed
filed with good cheer. The sound
was like music-music one hears and
never forgets. He turned a page Of
the book and wrote, Base ball, bat
and glove" Billy Browns name was
opposite the entry. That's what boys
get for being good.
Would you like to see what the
boys and girls in Georgetown are do
ing?" Santa asked.
Sees Georgetown Boys.
adjusted the telescope and then
exclaimed, "Oh, I know that park, 1t
is Montrose Park and the little girl
feeding crumbs to the birds is Judy
Parker"
We watched the Georgetown chill
dren for half an hour, and then saw
some boys and girls and q blind mu-
sician who was playing violin on M
street. Now and then men and wom-
en-, and even little boys and girls,
would drop coins into the poor mans
cup. He was led by a little dog on q
string.
Then q rough-looking boy ap-
preached the poor blind man. The
boy took . nife out Of his pocket and