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Manufacturers of
Western White Spruce and Mountain Fir Lumber

W. Lamb’s Sons Lumber Co. Ltd.

PRINCE GEORGE, B.C.

tra leaders of today who are reported
to have the power of ‘‘sending”’
adolescent audiences “‘out of this
world” had no greater technique
than this Singing Spiritualist had 30
years ago.

His own booming baritone would
lead in a number of songs and
hymns.

Then he would sit down, mop
’ his perspiring brow and wave to his
choir to continue.

The brow mopping was one of his
masterpieces of showmanship.

To the more faithful followers it

was an indication that he was
“going.”

“He'll go tonight He'll go to-
night. That's a sure sign,’”’ they

would whisper excitedly to those
around them.

For him “‘to go” was the high-
light of the evening.

Never would he promise he would.
Never could he do so as he wanted.
Only if the Spirits moved him could
he do so; only if the atmosphere
was correct and scoffers were sub-

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dued. At what moment he would
“go’’ he never could tell.

“To go,”’ of course, would be to
go into a trance, the unknown mo-
ment and the uncertainty of which
kept his congregation on tenterhooks
of suspense awaiting the great mo-
ment of the night and the conversa-
tional subject of the week for scores
of them.

After the first mopping of the
brow he might, after a few moments,
rise and join lustily in the singing
again. The promised spell had left
him.

A disappointed audience would be
afraid there was to be no trance that
night.

Later he would give other indica-
tions that a trance was due but be-
come normal again.

At each indication the suspense
would mount higher and higher.

Finally he would rise slowly from
his chair.

The well-trained choir would sing
quieter and quieter until their tones
were so subdued they were hardly

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heard and the tense audience would
cease singing altogether and gaze
with anxious wide-open eyes await-
ing events.

Then it would be obvious.
Whispers would go around.
“He’s
trance.”

Slowly the Master Showman, eyes
focussed straight ahead but appar-
ently seeing no one, would move
from the front of the room.

in a trance. He’s in a

In a toneless voice, interpreted by
his followers as a voice from another
world, he would begin to talk.

As he did so he would slowly
move, in a manner suggesting he
glided, along the aisles.

With an upraised arm moving to
encircle a hundred or more people he
would say, “There is a widow here.
Her husband sends a message.”’

Then would follow a message, so
general in its character that it could
not fail to apply to half a dozen
widows within range of his gesture.

Each one would take it to apply to

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