know who is or who is not ready! We must let all hear Baba's Name aloud for the impact it makes; hence better to offer the Message with a smile, than sit back and let people take it only if they felt like doing so. One worker told me that she decided that a book of jokes on her lap was a help, then when she looked up at the passer-by, she was all smiles. Each did as he or she felt was best in the way of approach.
One humorous incident many of the volunteer-workers shared. So many of the exhibits in the Pavilion, in fact throughout the Fair, were unmanned. So it was not unusual for the worker at the "corner" to hear a startled cry from a passer-by: "Oh goodness, I didn't know you were real." Some would mutter quietly to their companions, after passing, "Good heavens, I didn't know she was human!"
Interestingly enough, when people from foreign countries came by there was usually someone on duty who could speak their language. Ruth Ringer, when German, French or Czech was needed; Joulia Nicolaou, for French and Greek; Ralph Hernandez, for Spanish; and so forth. I was just leaving one afternoon when up came two young men, not speaking any English. "Sprechen sie Deutsch?" Beaming, they answered in the affirmative. My German of thirty years back came up from somewhere, sufficient to tell them something of Baba and to understand their replies. It appealed to them that this was no new religion, but the one inherent Truth in them all. I showed them Hilde Halpern's beautiful little book, Liebe and Weisheit (Love and Wisdom), by Meher Baba which they glanced through. They took the Message and left happily. They had barely left when the thought came to me that they must have something to take back to Germany. With a copy of the little German book, I rushed down to find them. No luck on any floor. When I returned there they were; I offered them the book. Smiling, the hand of one went to his pocket. "Bezahle, wie viel?" (What is the price? ) I said, "It is a gift from Meher Baba's ‘corner’ to take back with you."
When I wrote to Jane asking for an experience during her service at the booth, she sent me the following: Charles and I were working together at Baba's "corner." I left to have my lunch, taking with me my book of Gibran's The Prophet. But, in a hurry, I left the book in the lounge room. I rushed back to retrieve it. A lovely lady met me halfway, saying with a nice smile, "I thought this was yours." I thanked her and went on.