3 p.m. most workers leave the building; it is as quiet now as a museum at night. I can only hope it is a coffee break! Much has been done in our little space, but still a lot of detail that can only be done at the last minute; others that could have been done if the workmen had come in the right sequence instead of the ‘cart before the horse’ The workmen have to be pulled off the job . . . and over to another. Somehow it will open . . . tomorrow is another day!"

On May 8, at 4 a.m. the last pictures were placed . . . the special lighting for Baba's portrait was installed and focused, the cabinet table secured with its treasures; the bookcases sealed—and at 9 a.m. Baba's "corner" at the World's Fair, called MEHER BABA'S UNIVERSAL MESSAGE, was opened.

Here is Joulia Nicolaou’s letter written during the first week to her daughters: "The Fair is fabulous, so much to see . . . crowds of people standing in line at the various exhibits. We are in a beautiful circular building housing mostly furniture and decorative objects. Our room is octagonal in shape, with eight white fabric panels surrounding Baba's color portrait, which is framed in gold felt. The floor is white marbleized tile, the ceiling is white and has inset lighting; spotlights glow from behind the draperies and there is a special light on Baba's picture. In the center of the room on a round pedestal, stands an octagonal shaped case which holds an alphabet board which Baba used for many years, and a white plaster cast of Baba's hand. Books and pictures of Baba are kept in glassed-in shelves on either side of the entrance to the room. Across from us on the circular wall are lovely paintings from the Midtown Gallery; so you see the setting is perfect. We don't get the crowds, but we know that Baba draws His own and He is doing the work."

Meanwhile a loving message had come from Mani and the close ones at Meherazad (India) about the design for the interior of Baba's "corner": "We are in love with it! We have no suggestions for any alterations."

It was not easy to obtain the number of permanent passes needed for our volunteer workers at the "corner." What was our category in the midst of all this glass and steel? Wendy, Jane's daughter, told how these passes required days and weeks of calls at offices far distant from the Pavilion—and much persuasion. She said: "Finally when the man in charge consented to the permanent passes for the volunteers, he sighed a great sigh of relief to see Mother go . . . so much trouble had it been! Then lo and