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stand； Dr。 Wilson insisted that Josephine be brought back to the hospiral for an examination every six weeks。 The conclusions each time were the same： she seemed normal。 Only time would tell。
On Labor Day； the summer season in the Catskills was over and the Great Merlin was out of a job； and along with him； Toby。 Toby was free to go。 But where？ He was homeless； jobless and penniless。 Toby's decision was made for him when a guest offered him twenty…five dollars to drive her and her three young children from the Catskills to Chicago。 Toby left without saying good…bye to the Great Merlin or his smelly props。
Chicago； in 1939； was a prosperous； wide…open city。 It was a city with a price； and those who knew their way around could buy anything from women to dope to politicians。 There were hundreds of nightclubs that catered to every taste。 Toby made the rounds of all of them； from the big； brassy Chez Paree to the little bars on Rush Street。 The answer was always the same。 No one wanted to hire a young punk as a ic。 The sands were running out for Toby。 It was time he started to fulfill his mother's dream。 He was almost nineteen years old。
One of the clubs Toby hung around was the Knee High； where the entertainment consisted of a dread three…piece bo； a broken…down； middle…aged drunken ic and two strippers； Meri and Jeri； who were billed as the Perry Sisters and were； improbably enough； really sisters。 They were in their twenties； and attractive in a cheap； blowsy way。 Jeri came up to the bar one evening and sat next to Toby。 He smiled and said politely； 〃I like your act。〃 Jeri turned to look at him and saw a naive； baby…faced kid； too young and too poorly dressed to be a mark。 She nodded indifferently and started to turn away； when Toby stood up。 Jeri stared at the telltale bulge in his pants； then turned to look up at the innocent young face again。 〃Jesus Christ；〃 she said。 〃Is that all you？〃 He smiled。 〃There's only one way to find out。〃 At three o'clock that morning； Toby was in bed with both of the Perry Sisters。
Everything had been meticulously planned。 One hour before showtime； Jeri had taken the club ic； a pulsive gambler； to an apartment on Diversey Avenue where a crap game was in progress。 When he saw the action； he licked his lips and said； 〃We can stay only a minute。〃 Thirty minutes later； when Jeri slipped away； the ic was rolling the dice； screaming like a maniac； 〃An eighter from Decatur； you son of a bitch！〃 lost in some fantasy world where success and stardom and riches all hung on each roll of the dice。 At the Knee High； Toby sat at the bar； neat and tidy； waiting。 When showtime came and the ic had not appeared； the owner of the club began to rage and curse。 〃That bastard's through this time； you hear？ I won't have him near my club again。〃 〃I don't blame you；〃 Meri said。 〃But you're in luck。 There's a new ic sitting at the bar。 He just got in from New York。〃 〃What？ Where？〃 The owner took one look at Toby。 〃For chrissakes； where's his nanny？ He's a baby''' 〃He's great！ 〃 Jeri said。 And she meant it。 〃Try him；〃 Meri added。 〃What can you lose？〃 〃My fuckin' customers！〃 But he shrugged and walked over to where Toby was sitting。 〃So you're a ic； huh？〃 〃Yeah；〃 Toby said casually。 〃I just finished doing a gig in the Catskills。〃
The owner studied him a moment。 〃How old are you？'' 〃Twenty…two；〃 Toby lied。 〃Horseshit。 All right。 Get out there。 And if you lay an egg； you won't live to see twenty…two。〃 And there it was。 Toby Temple's dream had finally e true。 He was standing in the spotlight while the band played a fanfare for him； and the audience； his audience； sat there waiting to discover him； to adore him。 He felt a surge of affection so strong that the feeling brought a lump to his throat。 It was as though he and the audience were one； bound together by some wonderful； magical cord。 For an instant he thought of his mother and hoped that wherever she was； she could see him now。 The fanfare stopped。 Toby went into his routine。 〃Good evening； you lucky people。 My name is Toby Temple。 I guess you all know your names。〃 Silence。 He went on。 〃Did you hear about the new head of the Mafia in Chicago？ He's a queer。 From now on； the Kiss of Death includes dinner and dancing。〃 There was no laughter。 They were staring at him； cold and hostile； and Toby began to feel the sharp claws of fear tearing at his stomach。 His body was suddenly soaked in perspiration。 That wonderful bond with the audience had vanished。 He kept going。 〃I just played an engagement in a theater up in Maine。 The theater was so far back in the woods that the manager was a bear。〃 Silence。 They hated him。 〃Nobody told me this was a deaf…mute convention。 I feel like the social director on the Titanic。 Being here is like walking up the gangplank and there's no ship。〃 They began to boo。 Two minutes after Toby had begun； the owner frantically signaled to the musicians； who started to play loudly； drowning out Toby's voice。 He stood there； a big smile on his face； his eyes stinging with tears。 He wanted to scream at them。
It was the screams that awakened Mrs。 Csinski。 They were high…pitched and feral； eerie in the stillness of the night； and it was not until she sat up in bed that she realized it was the baby screaming。 She hurried into the other room where she had fixed up a nursery。 Josephine was rolling from side to side； her face blue from convulsions。 At the hospital； an intern gave the baby an intravenous sedative； and she fell into a peaceful sleep。 Dr。 Wilsons who had delivered Josephine； gave her a thorough examination。 He could find nothing wrong with her。 But he was uneasy。 He could not forget the clock on the wall。
Vaudeville had flourished in America from 1881 until its final demise when the Palace Theatre closed its doors in 1932。 Vaudeville had been the training ground for all the aspiring young ics； the battlefield where they sharpened their wits against hostile； jeering audiences。 However； the ics who won out went on to fame and fortune。 Eddie Cantor and W。 C。 Fields； Jolson and Benny； Abbott and Costello； and Jessel and Burns and the Marx Brothers； and dozens more。 Vaudeville was a haven； a steady paycheck； but with vaudeville dead； ics had to turn to other fields。 The big names were booked for radio shows and personal appearances； and they also played the important nightclubs around the country。
For the struggling young ics like Toby； however； it was another story。 They played nightclubs； too； but it was a different world。 It was called the Toilet Circuit； and the name was a euphemism。 It consisted of dirty saloons all over the country where the great unwashed public gathered to guzzle beer and belch at the strippers and destroy the ics for sport。 The dressing rooms were stinking toilets； smelling of stale food and spilled drinks and urine and cheap perfume and； overlaying it all； the rancid odor of fear： flop sweat。 The toilets were so filthy that the female performers squatted over the dressing room sinks to urinate。 Payment varied from an indigestible meal to five； ten or sometimes as much as fifteen dollars a night； depending on the audience reaction。 Toby Temple played them all； and they became his school。 The