She told me that while she was still talking to me. After Masters suggested the awful odor in the air, she didn't look at me much any more. Occasionally she would glance at me sidelong and go "uh," as if she were having trouble breathing.

We are getting close to the blow-off, the big number. Masters begins working up to more spectacular stunts. He's found this one guy, Dan, who's a prime subject. Dan is getting right up there on the old hypnotic scale. Masters pats him on the back and says, "You're a beauty, Dan." in this voice that lets you know that he's seen a lot of them. More than eight million people, you realize, have been zapped by The World's Greatest in his twenty-year career in Show Biz-he's seen a lot and he knows a live one, a prime mark, when he sees one.

So he tells the marks that they are five years old. Ten seconds later the crowd is howling. These zombies are crawling around on hands and knees on stage, playing in imaginary sand. Dan is the playground bully: he is telling all the others where to play, he's pushing the girls around, he's making fists at the other kids. There is no doubt that Dan is the star of the stars tonight.

WE GET closer to the end, and Masters has got to deliver almost-sex and almost-violence. So he changes the guys on stage into savage monsters. They're under strict orders not to attack anybody. of course. but they look pretty mean. Then he changes the instructions-now they're queer monsters. The fans are going wild at this. (He's got a real thing about this type of stuff. Later on he changes Charlie into Lawrence of Arabia. "Now we all know about Lawrence of Arabia, don't we?" Wink at the audience. And for the final act-well, you'll see.)

Now for the sex almost. The marks are sent back into the audience. They think the fun's over. But we know that Masters has programmed them to respond in strange ways. Everybody's waiting but the victims.

Arlene comes back. "How did it feel when you were hypnotized?"

"I wasn't ever hypnotized. I mean, I felt sleepy, but's that's all." O ho my girl. Wait and see.

And she watches in dismay while a girl is transformed-by a mere word from the Master's lips-into a dancing girl trying to interest (chuckle) Lawrence of Arabia. And another suddenly finds herself running down the aisle screaming. "All right, girls. Get those knockers up! Get them up now!" And a group of girls becomes The African GoGo Dancers, gyrating out of control on stage. Arlene thinks this is a little bit male chauvinist, and she's in the middle of telling me so when her turn comes.

The master casually speaks the word "jungle" -and Arlene, will-she nill-she. is replaced by Mombasa, The Jungle Girl. Our old friend Dan is Tarzan. He's screaming a Tarzan yell, and Arlene finds herself standing on her chair yelling "Tarzan! Here I am! Tarzan!"

Then the moment is over and she sits down, looking a little pale. "What happened just now?"

"I don't know," she says. "I don't know. I'm ... very confused." After a moment she sneaks a look at the jovial confident figure, the Master of the revels. "I think I hate him now," she says.

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