to believe, but y t one is convinced t telling trutrange t;

    Cummings jumped in. quot;Id like to be ized.quot;

    quot;Stay beer t.quot;

    At ter t, McInnes ordered Oscar to dim ts and asked George and me to stay absolutely quiet.  next to Jimmy and told o close arted speaking to ed voice, describing restful places and peaceful circumstances in sucail t Im surprised  fall asleep. McInnes ran a feests, cher Jimmy was under.

    quot;Raise your rigraig in front of you. Its made of trongest steel, and no matter ry, you cannot bend it.quot;

    Cummings stuck out  arm and could not flex it; nor, for t matter, could Oscar or George or I  felt like a real iron bar. McInnes ran tests, tarted asking questions to ;e musician, Jimmy?quot;

    quot;Louis Armstrong.quot;

    e laug t admission. In ts of tones, but never Satchmo.

    quot;Good. ouc fees youll be Louis Armstrong.quot;

    Jimmy  ion came instantaneously. ed into Armstrongs famous o time  voice. Even tion of some old t;Ill Be Glad ; and tted out a jazz bridge. Normally Cummings  able and ertaining till,  slipped on a slick of beer and fallen to the floor.

    McInnes raced to ; to t; o t;youll  you to remember, Jimmy, t o sing out a ferong. Can you remember t?quot;

    quot;U; Cummings said from rance.

    quot;Good, but you  remember anyt to snap my fingers, and youll wake up, ;

    A goofy grin smeared on  eac imagine  ioning,  t half-hour.

    quot;And you dont remember,qu