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as their being here; "I'll bet the Colonel put up the bread for bail," said Jaqueline as they walked down toward Jiven Joe's. Days into weeks previous the young French Canadian lady Maria had opened up her house on Hart Street to to begin giving away - canisters and candelabra's - pots and pottery - paintings original from local art- ists - prints and sculpture-pieces - muscial instru- ments - tapestry's hung and for carpet use - vases and furniture antique - bound books and her own mod- est creations celebrating an individual embracement of all arts; all things valueable for the collecting of ones self into some-nature of peace under the pre- ssured unzoned confuseion of L.A. People had come and taken. Some in awe of what she was doing; some in greed. Young and refined this city angel with grace had welcomed strangers as if her hands were tempered to the movement of an art gallery madam for the sensation of payment bringing fine wines. But reward was not in thought or vibration, and people were inclined to say seperately among themselves, "she is a crazy girl; why does she do such a thing?" Of course many so called stable hearts were deeply thank- ful for her wildness.