I'm a member of a school or community band. I'm in the band room talking with two other girls. They are saying how they had been in a movie with Rudolph Valentino. Movies are a part of what is done in this school or community. We decide to go out into the hall while waiting for band practice to begin. The other girls are hoping to see Valentino. The hall is pretty crowded. Valentino comes down the hall surrounded by reporters and admirers. He looks at me, gently touches my hair, and then continues down the hall. The two girls I'm with are very excited. I think that it's neat, too, but that they are overdoing it. Going back into the band room, I find a clarinet on my seat. I ask the boy sitting behind me if it is his. He already has a saxaphone, but he says the clarinet belongs to him. When I hand it to him, I have to be very careful because it is falling apart. The boy says he is thinking of going out onto the playground, but that he has bare feet. As he gets up to go out, he asks me if anything is going on. I say no and then casually, almost sarcastically, add, "Oh, Rudolph Valentino touched my hair." He says, "Big deal." I say, "Yeah." (S.L., Durham, New Hampshire)

I am in the center of a house with Garner Ted Armstrong. Someone has a hypodermic needle and injects his shoulder with a serum. Then the hypo is put immediately into my arm and I say, "Blood of my blood." My mother and brother are present and my brother is getting along fine with Mr. Armstrong, like old buddies. Then a stream of people begin passing through the house in a continuous line from the rear to the front. They are strangers and  yet  we know  them  all