the party which was considerable, as eventually Baba and Indian disciples were to continue around the world and the Starrs were to remain in California.

“We who had been waiting at the pier were rewarded by Baba staying in our midst, and the time since seeing him last dissolved into the happiness of the present. My husband, Kenneth, meanwhile went to get our car parked far off and to obtain some taxis. Baba and a few disciples from India rode with Kenneth and the others followed to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Graham Stokes. During Baba's short stay there, a large reception had been arranged on the 20th May, when many people interested in meeting Baba for the first time could come. Although the house had a large studio, not all could be accommodated at once; furthermore Baba wanted to greet each individually. Norina, Jean and Malcolm had spent much time scheduling the guests to arrive by hours. Among these were my parents, Mr. and Mrs. S. B. Chapin who had been hearing of Baba through me for a year and a half. Much later they played an important part in my obtaining the property for the Meher Spiritual Center, at Myrtle Beach. South Carolina.

"I recall an incident during Baba's visit at the Stokes'. He wanted to go to a movie on Broadway and eighteen of us went with him. it turned out to be a poor one and all of us decided to leave in the middle. We followed Baba out and walked up Broadway to another film several blocks distant. Baba appeared happy in the milling crowd. No one seemed to notice his presence, they were so wrapped up in themselves, then one stranger looked straight into Baba's eyes with apparent recognition. He kept. turning his head in Baba's direction as he was swept along in the throng. Perhaps that soul was the reason Baba had wanted to leave the theatre.

“I remember another incident when Baba wanted to motor through Central Park; it was the first time I had driven Baba. Two other cars followed, one driven by Julian La Mar who had painted a portrait of Baba on his first trip to New York. The night before he had parked his car in front of the Plaza Hotel and in the morning he found his baggage had been stolen from the locked compartment. He was very upset and kept talking to Baba about it, delaying our start. Finally, Baba asked him if that was all he had in the world. He had to admit it wasn't but continued to belabor the unknown thief. Baba wrote on his alphabet board, "I am in you and I am also in the thief."

"While we were motoring through Central Park, Baba motioned for me to stop near the lake at 110th Street. We all got out and walked towards it, Baba leading. No one was around except for a nursemaid in uniform with a perambulator. Soon Baba returned with us to the three parked cars, in fact just in