Delighted laughter arose as Baba began to pluck the white grapes one by one from the bowl beside Him and toss them into the crowd, feigning to throw a grape in one direction, but suddenly tossing it in another, so there were many surprised "losers" and "catchers," to the amusement of all. The several amateur movie-makers were busy catching some of these charming "sahavas moments" on film.

Again, Baba's gaze was seen to turn inward, and His fingers began to move rapidly. Suddenly, He got up and left the room. His tea had been sent for and had not come; some of us thought He had gone upstairs to have it there. But the tea came down, without Baba. Then Eruch explained to us all that at the Indian sahavas program too, in 1954, Baba had suddenly left His devotees for special work.

After a few minutes Baba returned and seated Himself again on the divan. Now the professional cameraman took His film of the Master. He photographed Baba saying, in His own gesture-language: "I am God, the Ancient One. I am the Avatar."

Most of the crowd dispersed after Baba left the reception room. A few remained as before—luckily, it turned out, for a call came from Baba to come upstairs to His rooms for additional "prasad." He gave each of us a sugar cookie from a box that had been given to Him. One girl rushed out of the hotel after the group of young dancers who were just leaving, tell­ing them the good news, so that they too, received the welcome prasad with its immeasurable portion of grace.

That evening, as had been planned, Baba and the mandali were taken to the theatre to see "Most Happy Fella," a new musical comedy by Frank Loesser. All those who had wished to accompany His party had purchased tickets; some only standing room as it was a popular show. Most of us were in the theatre lobby as Baba entered wearing a dark red wool jacket with His long hair tucked under His collar. It always gives one an odd thrill to see Baba in a public place, to see Him mingle like an ordinary man of the world with the crowds who have no idea Who is in their midst!

Baba's seat was in the first row of the balcony, to the left. One of the mandali flanked Him on one side and Elizabeth Patterson on the other. A young usher came and offered Baba a program, thus getting Baba's "darshan" unconsciously. During the play, one could see again that Baba was "working"—His fingers "telegraphed" while the rest of us watched the