I feel rather incompetent to this task of talking about our English cousins who did journey over here with their trunks of tricks and illusions. We may assume that the trip was sort of a vacation cruise, but the fact remains that they came in a large party together, and spent practically every minute of their time on our soil with magicians as their hosts and magic as their food and drink. When the Normandie wedged itself in between the New York pilings, Charles Larson, Herman Hansen, and the writer had to be pushed out of the way for the…