This Man Has X-ray Eyes! By West Peterson I picked up a piece of chalk, walked to the blackboard and scribbled “Mechanix Illustrated.” Kuda Bux, the Indian mystic, accepted the chalk from me and wrote the title of this magazine again. Not only that, he copied my handwriting.
“You shouldn’t forget to dot the i,” he admonished.
I pulled a dime out of my pocket and held it in the palm of my hand.
“You want to know the date”yes?” Bux said. “It’s 1939.”
“Okay,” I said. “See if you can read this.”