the magic art of the great humbug
m the scarecrow said to his friends:
"gratulate me. i am going to oz to get my brains at last.
when i return i shall be as other men are.”
"i have always liked you as you were," said dorothy sim- ply.
"it is kind of you to like a scarecrow," he replied. "but surely you will think more of me when you hear the splendid thoughts my new brain is going to turn out." then he said good-bye to them all in a cheerful void went to the throne room, where he rapped upon the door.
"e in," said oz.
the scarecrow went in and found the little man sitting down by the window, engaged ihought.
"i have e for my brains," remarked the scarecrow, a lit- tle uneasily.
"oh, yes; sit down in that chair, please," replied oz. "you must excuse me for taking your head off, but i shall have to do it in order to put your brains in their proper place.”
"thats all right," said the scarecrow. "you are quite wel- e to take my head off, as long as it will be a better one when you put it on again.”
so the wizard unfastened his head aied out the straw. theered the ba and took up a measure of bran, which he mixed with a great many pins and needles.
having shakeogether thhly, he filled the top of the scarecrows head with the mixture and stuffed the rest of the space with straw, to hold it in place.