In his later years he developed a flat forehead and stooped shoulders. Why? Well, whenever you asked him a question which more than likely he didn't know the answer he would habitually shrug his shoulders. Tell him the answer, and he would, again, habitually slap his forehead. [We are indeed shaped — literally — by our experience.]
He, as you can plainly see, was a Ventriloquist. Big on the Vaudeville stage. [Babcha said that you didn't know which one was the dummy. She didn't mince her words. But she did mince Beef, Pork, and Veal for her world class Goลฤ bki. (Say it ... "Gowombki".)]
You know that trick where the Ventriloquist drinks a glass of water and the dummy talks? He did that ... first to do it. Entertainment pioneer. Look it up. He's there.
He upped the ante with the tape across the mouth. Very few could copy that one. Then there was the nonpareil making the dummy talk from another room. It was so good, but he had to stop. Spooked just about everyone who witnessed that display of preternatural skill.
He, as is inborn to the Wronski DNA, was psychic. Not a stage act. He did have quite the following, however, giving readings to rich old biddies on the Gold Coast along Fifth Avenue in the city. He coined the term "24/7" after his policy of being available to his pampered clientele round the clock, every day of the week; for a price, mind you.
Here he is in a Bachrach portrait at a time when he was well into his new role as wealthy bon vivant about town. CLICK to read about HIM!
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