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	<title>Comments on: The quality of the failure.</title>
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		<title>By: laurie27wsmith</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I well remember as an eight year old boy, living in the north of England being taken to the theatre for a live revue show. It was my birthday and it had been snowing outside, everybody kept their macs and overcoats on. Most of the show went over my head until the magician came out on stage, a spitting image of Mandrake the Magician. I sat quietly while he performed, then he announced, &#039;There&#039;s a boy here tonight who&#039;s just turned eight, please come up on stage.&#039; My father pushed me out into the aisle and I trudged through the darkness to the stage. What an experience, to have a live day old chick to appear magically out of nowhere, after I waved the wand in his top hat. The next experience was to see at close quarters, the high stepping dancing girls come out. Talk about the follies. I loved Vaudeville.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I well remember as an eight year old boy, living in the north of England being taken to the theatre for a live revue show. It was my birthday and it had been snowing outside, everybody kept their macs and overcoats on. Most of the show went over my head until the magician came out on stage, a spitting image of Mandrake the Magician. I sat quietly while he performed, then he announced, &#8216;There&#8217;s a boy here tonight who&#8217;s just turned eight, please come up on stage.&#8217; My father pushed me out into the aisle and I trudged through the darkness to the stage. What an experience, to have a live day old chick to appear magically out of nowhere, after I waved the wand in his top hat. The next experience was to see at close quarters, the high stepping dancing girls come out. Talk about the follies. I loved Vaudeville.</p>
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