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one leaned against the wall, the second stood on the first's shoulders
and so on until they made a ladder up to the hole. I was evidently
expected to climb up, which I reluctantly did. When I arrived at the
hole, the little men dropped and left me hanging there. I looked down
and saw a long, glass chute padded with cushions. Softly and gent-
ly I slid down. At the end I shot across a polished glass floor. I
climbed up a little bit, when a voice stopped me.
"Who are you?" it asked.
I looked about in astonishment, but could see nothing.
"No matter," the voice continued, "would you like to see our coun-
"Yes," I eagerly assented. "But who will show it to me, and how
will I get out of this house?"
A door opened suddenly at the side of the wall.
"Gol" said the voice. "Outside you will find your guide."
I went outside and found some more little men waiting for me.
Off we went at a brisk pace. In my hand I had a notebook and pen-
cil with which to write down any scientific data I could. We passed
through green fields in which shepherdesses were herding the sheep.
We came to houses like the one I had seen, only smaller. Finally we
came to a big open space in which yellow-clad men, women, boys, and
girls were busily and happily working. I stopped one man who seemed
to be a leader and started to speak to him.
"What sort of country is this?" I asked.
He replied, "Well, you see, a long time ago your earth became
crowded with mortals. Some of them were very kind to us, but most
of them were careless and cruel. One day we held a council and de-
cided to find another place to live. We searched a long time and
finally found this planet and came here to live. Our country is un-
officially called, 'The Land of Sunny and Happy Hearts' by us who
live here. Everyone is bright and happy because we all have plenty
of work and' play to keep us busy. Instead of a king we have a Friend,
who helps and guides us. He is so good that he has become almost
as pure as light itself. People rarely see him. When they do, he ap-
pears to be almost transparent."
When the man had finished, I started to write facts about the
planet and its inhabitants.
"Tell me,"' I said, "what causes the yellow mist about this planet?"
The same man answered, "In this country no one ever dies. Our
souls become so pure that finally we turn into golden light and watch
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WITH THE STGRY-TELLERS
April 6, l940
T964 Ocean Parkway
Brooklyn, New York
I thought that l'd send you this journal of the most astounding
thing that ever happened in my life. The record is a description of
my experiences on this visit.
One day I was walking in the country when I saw a fisherman's
net attached to the shore and hanging in the water of a little brook.
I mischievously decided to take whatever fish I might find and set
them free. As I drew closer, however, I saw that the net was shining
gold. I picked it up in amazement, and then l was even more amazed
to find myself floating gently through the air. I looked up and saw
the net like a balloon, carrying me far away. After overcoming my
fear, I started to enjoy myself on this strange journey through the
heavens. Suddenly I saw a solid cloud floating high above all the rest.
As I drew nearer, I saw it was a planet. I didn't have much time to
think after that, because I found myself sitting on a pile of sand near
a blue ocean. There was something very strange about this place.
Everything was bathed in a golden mist, the very sand I sat on was
bright yellow. The atmosphere was very peaceful. Not a sound broke
the stillness except the beautiful music of some strange instruments
playing very faintly. After sitting there a little while, I saw a glitter-
ing ball floating toward me which grew brighter and more dazzling
as it approached. It drew up to me and dissolved. There standing
before me were three little men. They stood and stared at me. Fin-
ally they formed in a long line, looking exactly like a chain of gold,
and marched off. I didn't want to be left alone again, so I followed
them. They walked along a while and then suddenly stopped. In
front of me was a little house made of yellow glass. There was no
door to this strange building, Iwhich looked like a snowball with a flat
bottoml but high up on the perfectly smooth walls was a round hole,
large enough for me to fit through.
"Now, what shall I do?" I said to myself, staring perplexedly at
The little men seemed to have guessed my thoughts, for the first
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over the people. Our golden mist corresponds to your angels on earth."
After thanking the man for his information, I continued to write
in my notebook.
Suddenly, the music mentioned before, rose to a loud crescendo
and a sweet voice was heard to say, "Come stranger, if you want to
leave our planet."
In front of me was a long, golden stairway. At the top was a golden
net like the one I had come up in. I mounted the steps, took hold
of the net and floated downward towards the earth. Down, down,
Gently I landed next to the same stream I had started from. The
net had disappeared. When I ran home and told my parents of my
adventure, lwhich I discovered lasted only two hoursl, they didn't
believe me. I don't suppose you will either, but I wanted to tell you
about this strange visit because I knew you would read my letter
through to the end-if only for the sake of a good story.
Marilyn Rosen, RCI
MOVIES ON A SATURDAY
I lay down my I5 cents on the counter of the booth.
"One," I say automatically. The smiling young miss behind the
glass booth hands me my ticket. After I have handed my ticket to
the collector, I enter the darkened theater.
"Follow mel" snaps the matron.
Obediently I follow.
"There's a seat," she growls.
"But it's so near," I protest, with a backward glance at the empty
seats in the adult section.
"lt's fifteen rows," barks the matron.
"But my eyes are weak."
The matron looks at me unbelievingly.
"Take it, or leave it."
"WeIl, can't I stand?"
"Oh, all right." I say, "thank you," rather saucily, and sit down.
But all I can hear is, "It's a cinch, Tracy jumps out. Now he'II cIimb."
Thereupon the young gentlemen in front of me become involved
in a heated debate lconcerning a chapter shown beforel in which many
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