Now, I know what you may be thinking. The above critique is a twelve-year old's, and a dusty memory at that. I thought so, too. Then, early this year, Arnold Furst came back to New York (I don't know quite where he came from, for he does more world traveling and performing than any American magician I can think of). I was doing a daily hour-long WRCA-TV Show called "Hi Mom," a show beamed at mothers and children. I asked Arnold to appear with me, and ! really didn't know what to expect. I should have known. He looked exactly as I remember him twenty years ago, all eyes, teeth and charm. He performed the egg bag trick, and somehow, the old egg bag suddenly became a miracle! The cameramen (who had not rehearsed with him before air time) knew exactly what he wanted them to keep in view. They knew, because Arnold communicates so assuredly with his audience. The stagehands (who haven't been interested in show business for years) gathered around the cameras and laughed, and he kept them laughing. Arnold relaxed his audience because at no time did they doubt that he is a master at his trade. With a children's audience this is imperative. Children become monsters, indeed, when they feel timidity or insecurity in a performer. 1 know that Arnold has evolved many of his theories and favorite routines during his wee-hour talks with my Dad. They both feel that the little bits of business and by-play are far more important than the trick itself. I do too, and so I know that you will get as much pleasure and professional aid from "Magic for Monsters" as I have gotten from the author himself.