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Everyone loves to watch Magic shows. We see them on television and occasionally you might see one "live" in your city. They are always great fun.

You wonder, "How do they do that?" Maybe you thought, "Could I do that?"

Yes, you can! "Ezy Magic" is packed with simple tricks you can amaze and amuse your friends (and yourself) with - over a hundred pages of tricks with cards, candy, matches, money, rope and even mind reading so you can impress everyone with your superior mental powers!

You also get the essential tips on presentation that make your tricks impress, not just puzzle your audiences.

Magic is a great hobby for people of all ages and abilities. Learning and performing can improve almost anyone's confidence, dexterity and social skills.

It's a fantastic family activity, either discover with your children or discover the tricks yourself, then perfom for your family and friends.

You can even make money with your shows.

Speakers, sales-people. educators. medical professionals, all people who interact with others in their business lives will find great ice-breakers to add a little fun to meetings and consultations.

There is a special section of unbeatable bets you can't lose unless you want to. A favorite is the one you win every time just by making sure you give the wrong answer!

You do NOT have to buy any special props or accessories. You have everything you need to become a

YOU Can Be A Star!

Okay, so maybe we can't all win a Hollywood Oscar, or star on a London stage. But, if you have ever had that little tickle in the back of your mind asking yourself, ". . .I wonder if I could. . . .?

What if...

...someone had ACTUALLY performed professionally and had answer to that question?

What if...

...there really WAS a way to learn how to create, produce and perform in your own magic show?

What if...

....there was a simple and easy guide that you could follow that would continue to teach you as you master the craft?

And what if...

...YOU had complete access to learning those "magical" secrets that astound audiences the world over?

Well hang on because here is your chance!

John Williams did it and he is here to teach you how! John covers everything from start to finish.

• What props you will need
• How to develop your stage presence
• How to dress - natural or "in character"
• Amateur or Pro?
• Everything you say and do. . .and why
• Secret of "the list"
• Insider magic secrets

It's all here, wrapped up in one neat package. Can you do it? We think you can!

Will it happen overnight? No. Are there any guarantees? Of course not. However, if you have a sincere desire to perform and have the drive to work at it, you can learn to create, produce and star in your very own magic

PART ONE
The Old Buccaneer
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The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17__ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof.
I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came plodding to the inn door, his sea-chest following behind him in a hand-barrow--a tall, strong, heavy, nut-brown man, his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails, and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards:
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a handspike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still

Ok, you are down to the wire. . .where did all the time go? Christmas is one week away and you still have not:

• Dragged the dusty decoration box down from the attic
• Bought your cards, let alone sent them.
• Bought that token present for the office gift exchange
• Stirred up a pot of fudge
• Made Christmas cookies
• Bought wrapping paper
• and gifts. . .? HA!

Hey, we all do it. It seems like we just packed up all the ornaments from last year and here we are again. The older we get the faster the time flies. For many folks the holiday season seems to create more stress in their lives, totally missing the point of this time of year.

What should be a joyous season becomes one endless "TO DO" list after another. Until finally, totally exhausted, the last shred of torn wrapping paper is tidily dumped in the trash bin.

Where did it go? What happened to all that "Peace On Earth and Good Will To Men?"

Gosh, wasn't Sis trying to share something important with you, but you had no time to listen? And what about Mom? Did you acknowledge that tear in her eye as you gathered around the tree Christmas morning? The tear that was shed because Dad isn't with you any longer?

Take Back The Season!

Finally, someone is giving back the season. In this world of hustle, bustle and stress, Kevin Fichtner is giving us permission to recapture Christmas. With all the techno

Chapter I
IN WHICH PHILEAS FOGG AND PASSEPARTOUT ACCEPT EACH OTHER, THE ONE AS MASTER, THE OTHER AS MAN
Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, except that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he resembled Byron--at least that his head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand years without growing old.
Certainly an Englishman, it was more doubtful whether Phileas Fogg was a Londoner. He was never seen on 'Change, nor at the Bank, nor in the counting-rooms of the "City"; no ships ever came into London docks of which he was the owner; he had no public employment; he had never been entered at any of the Inns of Court, either at the Temple, or Lincoln's Inn, or Gray's Inn; nor had his voice ever resounded in the Court of Chancery, or in the Exchequer, or the Queen's Bench, or the Ecclesiastical Courts. He certainly was not a manufacturer; nor was he a merchant or a gentleman farmer. His name was strange to the scientific and learned societies, and he never was known to take part in the sage deliberations of the Royal Institution or the London Institution, the Artisan's Association, or the Institution of Arts and Sciences. He belonged, in fact, to none of the

I have endeavoured in this Ghostly little ebook, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it.
Their faithful Friend and Servant, C. D.
December, 1843.

Stave 1: Marley's Ghost

Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he > chose to put his hand to.

Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but

SKOOBIES ARE THE LATEST CRAZE AND WILL KEEP CHILDREN AMUSED FOR HOURS.

This Scoubies ebook is fully illustrated with lots of very detailed step by step diagrams and photos of different stitches and items for the children (and you!) to discover how to make. This will make an ideal addition to that last minute Christmas present or stocking! Buy the scoubidous and print off this document - one Christmas present!

Whether you are a beginner, new to the craze or an expert, this ebook has it all. From teaching you how to begin and end a project and basic stitches to making the most amazing key-rings, bracelets and much, much more!!

Contents:

INTRODUCTION
SCOUBIDOU FOR BEGINNERS.
HOW TO MAKE A MOUSE WITH SCOUBIDOU®
STARTING STITCHES

• STARTING A PROJECT
• BEFORE YOU BEGIN A PROJECT
• STARTING TIPS TO REMEMBER
• STARTER SQUARE STITCH
• FINDING THE CENTERS
• STARTER BRICK STITCH
• STARTER FLUTED COLUMNS STITCH
• STARTER SUPERBRICK STITCH
• STARTER TRIANGLE STITCH
• COUNTING STITCHES
• STARTER COBRA STITCH

THE BASIC STITCHES

• THE SQUARE STITCH
• THE CHINESE STAIRCASE STITCH
• THE CIRCLE STITCH
• THE SPIRAL BRAID STITCH
• THE BUTTERFLY STITCH
• THE DIAMOND BRAID STITCH
• THE BRICK STITCH
• THE TRIANGLE

American journalist and writer, whose best-known ebook is The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900). Baum's stories about the imaginary Land of Oz belong to the classics of fantasy literature. The Oz series was long shunned by librarians, and neglected by scholars of children's literature. Baum has often been compared to Lewis Carroll - they both had a girl as a protagonist in their most famous works.

L. Frank Baum was born in Chittenango, New York, as the son of the oil magnate Benjamin Ward Baum and Cynthia (Stanton) Baum, a women's rights activist. He was privately tutored at home and spent two years at Peekskill Military Academy (1868-69).

In 1873 Barrie became a reporter on the New York World. Two years later he founded the New Era weekly in Pennsylvania. He was a poultry farmer with B.W. Baum and Son and edited Poultry Record and wrote columns for New York Farmer and Dairyman. In New York Baum acted as George Brooks with May Roberts and the Sterling Comedy in plays which he had written. He owned an opera house in 1882-83, and toured with his own repertory company. In 1882 he married Maud Gage; they had four sons.

Baum returned in 1883 to Syracuse to the family oil business and worked as a salesman in Baum's Ever-Ready Castorine axle grease. His own endeavor was not successful - Baum's Bazaar general store failed in South Dakota, and from 1888 to 1890 he ran the Aberdeen Saturday Pioneer. He moved to Chicago, and tried sales positions. In 1897 he

CHAPTER I - ANCIENT ENGLAND AND THE ROMANS

IF you look at a Map of the World, you will see, in the left-hand upper corner of the Eastern Hemisphere, two Islands lying in the sea. They are England and Scotland, and Ireland. England and Scotland form the greater part of these Islands. Ireland is the next in size. The little neighbouring islands, which are so small upon the Map as to be mere dots, are chiefly little bits of Scotland, - broken off, I dare say, in the course of a great length of time, by the power of the restless water.

In the old days, a long, long while ago, before Our Saviour was born on earth and lay asleep in a manger, these Islands were in the same place, and the stormy sea roared round them, just as it roars now. But the sea was not alive, then, with great ships and brave sailors, sailing to and from all parts of the world. It was very lonely. The Islands lay solitary, in the great expanse of water. The foaming waves dashed against their cliffs, and the bleak winds blew over their forests; but the winds and waves brought no adventurers to land upon the Islands, and the savage Islanders knew nothing of the rest of the world, and the rest of the world knew nothing of them.

It is supposed that the Phoenicians, who were an ancient people, famous for carrying on trade, came in ships to these Islands, and found that they produced tin and lead; both very useful things, as you know, and both produced to this very hour upon the sea-coast.

PART ONE
CHAPTER I
A SHIFTING REEF
The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and puzzling phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten.
Not to mention rumours which agitated the maritime population and excited the public mind, even in the interior of continents, seafaring men were particularly excited. Merchants, common sailors, captains of vessels, skippers, both of Europe and America, naval officers of all countries, and the Governments of several States on the two continents, were deeply interested in the matter.
For some time past vessels had been met by "an enormous thing," a long object, spindle-shaped, occasionally phosphorescent, and infinitely larger and more rapid in its movements than a whale.
The facts relating to this apparition (entered in various log-books) agreed in most respects as to the shape of the object or creature in question, the untiring rapidity of its movements, its surprising power of locomotion, and the peculiar life with which it seemed endowed. If it was a whale, it surpassed in size all those hitherto classified in science.
Taking into consideration the mean of observations made at divers times-- rejecting the timid estimate of those who assigned to this object a length of two hundred feet, equally with the exaggerated opinions which set it down as a mile in width and three in length--we might fairly conclude that this mysterious being surpassed greatly all dimensions