"DEAR LINDA: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Jimbo.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE IMWAN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a JIMBO?
"DR. CHRIS EVIL.
DR. CHRIS EVIL, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Dr. Chris Evil, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Dr. Chris Evil, there is a Jimbo. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Jimbo. It would be as dreary as if there were no DR. CHRIS EVILS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Jimbo! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the record stores on Tuesday to catch Jimbo, but even if they did not see Jimbo coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Jimbo, but that is no sign that there is no Jimbo. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, DR. CHRIS EVIL, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Jimbo! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Dr. Chris Evil, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.