A quiet Negro walked in, sat down and remained for almost an hour; he was desperately lonely. He said he had taken some children for rides in the amusement area to compensate for not having his own with him. He was recently separated from his wife, and was at a loss how to go about the whole matter. He had gone to the library and picked up a book on metaphysics and had started to read it. (Joulia showed him the charts in God Speaks, and when he asked for "beginning reading" something of Baba’s, she gave him God to Man and Man to God . He paid for it with an American Express check and I sent the book to him by post as he was flying back to Georgia. To read on the flight he said he would take the Message and the booklet by Mr. Chari. We told him not to worry, but to think of Baba and to repeat His Name. We hope he took with him some of Baba's Love.

Some said when one offered the folder, "No, thank you, I am a Christian." "So am I," one replied, "Baba says that God is One and we are all One in God." "That is right," they would answer and walk on.

There were adventures, too. This is the account of one of the regular workers, Rose Garbade: Friday, around 6:30 p.m., when all was quiet on our floor, a young man with a girl carrying a small carpet-bag appeared. The young man was manipulating with both hands a small group of bronze figures. This was one of the sculptures a little distance from the space. He had apparently wrenched this from the gallery wall and was trying to separate the figures from the base to which they were wired.

He was so intent on his job as he walked along that he did not realize that he was being watched by someone at our desk. Our space is recessed slightly, so as not to be visible until one is near.

He suddenly looked up and was startled to see me. I said, "What happened?" In a confused voice he replied, "I was trying to lift it to see how heavy it was." I said, "Leave it with me, put it on the chair and I will take care of it." The girl, meanwhile, had vanished.

He stood in a daze looking up at Baba's picture and then he said: "I feel so embarrassed." "Don't worry," I replied, "things happen! Take this Message, it will help you," and he left.

Mary Andriani, my helper, returned to the space and she saw that the sculpture was marked at $500. She took the little group down to the office on the main floor and when asked where she had found it, said, "Off