He came down to the front, made a bow and threw the square box into the air. Down it came into his hands, and as he whirled around on his heel the box disappeared from view.
“My, look at that!”
“Where did that box go to?”
“Must have gone up in smoke.”
Such were some of the remarks passed.
The trick was a decidedly clever one, yet as simple as could be when explained.
True to our promise, we will let our readers into the secret.
The box consisted of nothing but six perfectly square and thin boards, all hinged together in such a manner that it would collapse into a perfectly flat mass when pressed on any two sides. With a little study any boy can make such a box.
As the box entered Carl’s hands he flattened it, and, as he whirled around, he slipped it into the bosom of his costume.
This trick performed, the young magician brought out several other tricks and then began to juggle ten teacups, throwing them over his head and under his arms. There was a perfect stream of teacups in the air, and not a one was so much as cracked.