to catch some sleep and then were told that the plane would still be an hour and a half getting there.

At 4:30 a.m. we heard the big DC-6 droning overhead. We went out and, seeing the bright stars in a clear sky, I fully expected within the next hour to be on my way. But all of a sudden an announcement was made over the loud-speaker system that the plane would not land but was going right on to Accra. Later we learned that a fifteen-foot fog lying over the airfield made landing impossible. The next plane out would be four days later.

Not only was my disappointment shared with six others who had also wanted to board the plane but by seventeen on the plane who had wanted to get off at Roberts Field. They were taken to Accra and could not get back until two days later.

Having completed the work I came to Monrovia to do, I saw no good reason to ride back 55 miles, especially since there were no hotel accommodations available in Monrovia and no room in the missionary home to do my work. So I accepted the invitation of Pan American to stay at the air base at their expense. It was quiet there, and although quite hot, having a bed, a table and a chair, I was able to finish up a great deal of work I had with me and mail it home.

Tuesday afternoon a number of brothers came out to see me off. This furnished an opportunity to spend several hours discussing construction of a new missionary home and Kingdom Hall. In the past four days the brothers had been busy looking around, checking on land, getting costs and drawing up plans. All this was discussed and arrangements were finally made for the housing of the missionaries and the branch office. We had dinner together and at nine in the evening they left. I anticipated leaving at midnight. This time the plane landed and we got away just thirty minutes behind schedule.

I was looking forward with real joy to seeing the brothers at Accra even though the authorities would not allow me to stay upon arrival, they denying all Watchtower representatives entrance into the country. While the brothers had expected me four days earlier, when I arrived at 3 a.m. the branch servant and several others from the office were there. For forty-five minutes I keenly enjoyed discussing the situation in Accra with them.

The newspapers were full of the story of Mr. Knorr’s not being allowed to enter the country and the newspapers wanted to know why. The thing that gave me so much joy was to learn that they had a wonderful convention just the same. Eight thousand brothers had come from all parts of the country to Accra and a tremendous witness was given. At the public meeting 15,000 people turned out and the branch servant spoke on the same subject I would have used, so they heard that the Kingdom is the only hope of the world. The full story of the Gold Coast as reported by the branch servant will appear in a succeeding issue of this magazine.

Never Heard of Bible or God

● Ten-year-old John Lennon was called to the witness stand [in Middlesbrough, England] to give evidence in an auto case. When the boy placed his hand on the Bible to take an oath that he would testify only the truth, the judge asked him if he knew what book he was swearing on. “No,” John answered. “Have you ever heard of the Bible?” “No.” “Have you ever heard of God?” “No.” The judge heard the evidence without the oath.—U. P. report in Chicago Sun-Times, May 23.