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Show page 47 owner of the carnival? Is this carnival from a faraway land?" "Indeed it is, son ," he said, answering my last question first. My name is Mr. Fixer. I'm a Consultant of Fun and Knowledge." He paused, then added quickly, "and Faith." It sounded to be a responsible thing he did, more important than being owner. I looked up into his friendly face as we walked. The carnival lights seemed brighter, as I looked, and the music seemed fuller of melody. Right then I began to understand the magic of carnival and the mystery of full-measured faith, which I am not ashamed to say I still embrace. "Mr. Fixer?" I said. "Is that what I should call you?" "Indeed yes," he said and laughed. "Carnival folks call me The Advance Man, The Legal Adviser, The Patch, but all the barefoot boys in this great land of the United States of America just call me Mr. Fixer." "I don't know much carnival talk," I said. "This is the first carnival I've ever been to see." "Oh, I know that, son," Mr. Fixer said. Mr. Fixer had a way of keeping up'with my thoughts that made me feel relaxed, and larger, almost twice as large. He held to my hand and xvith his other hand pointed about, and the lights of the carnival flickered on his enthusiastic face as he told me strange and wondrous things: "Countstore gents in these booths. And here the ducket snatchers - the ticket takers. And there the wheelies, the men who run the rides. And lounging about are roustabouts, the gents who set UP and take down the show. There is Herman in the |
