The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-07-19
LIFES ALL SKITTLES FOR
 MOTHER TINGLEY'S YOGlS
Faryand to and the Precep of the Purple Mother to Guide Them-What With Designing Costumes and Plan
 ming Menus and Everything, She's Busy Lady
nr ZOE BEGKLEY

At night when these buildings are H. luminated, the glass domes gleam With soft color. By day the sun strikes points of light from them. Both by day and by night they can be seen afar from lana and water, for Point Loma is pro- lonee1 canyon river promontoryi curving far out into the Pacific. The end of 1t belongs to the government and has lightt ouse, a fort and radio station. Lomaland occupies three miles of it's middle.
 "You must have had oriental archi- tActs and builders" said l to one Of the neatly tailored gentlemen who met the car as Herman and I rolled up before the Peace Temple. NO one else could have fashioned such beautiful, exotic structures.
 Mine Tingley designed them" said he. she supervised their erection by plain, every day California workmen."
 "But these grounds-who laid them out? Who planned these vistas and gardens and drives and sloped and"---
 Mine Tngley,' he smiled. "And the plant nursery and vegetable gardens down there by the sea?'
 Mime Tingley.''
 You will be telling me next that Mime. Tingley arranges the daily menu and makes the patterns for these uniforms you wear and says what work you shall do each day and plans''--@
 "She does. She does everything. She knows everything"
 I was more afraid than ever to meet Mme. Tingley. But she was awaiting me in the Temple of Peace. so braced myself resolved to be brave, come what might-and entered the most daintily tinted interior it has ever been my lot to see.
 LIKE A FIFTH AVE. PRIESTESS
 tba pinkish-purplish dome. And there were slim columns with designs painted in palest pastel tints mauve and lemon, green and pink Nothing mustily Per sian. No mystery. No incense. No prestcraft Just light and simple beauty.
 There were some sweet-faced, supple bodied girl students waiting to greet us American English, German, French, Norwegian, Swedish, Swiss, Indian, Jap aneee-everything They had interna- tional manners, which is to say, the charm of all, the prejudice of none.
 And there was Mme Tingley in a tail pred white suit and hat and veil, looking fol all the world like Fifth avenue and behaving as little like a prestess of Isis as though she'd never heard of one No purple robes! No throne and crown and scepter No hauteur or ceremony! was not expected to fall down, forehead on floor, or to kiss anything, or to back out, lowing.
 How do you do?" said the Theosophi- cal leader with a cordial hand clasp. And how do you do?" said l with Q re- lief that passeth understanding And soon we were talking together just like anybody and watching a symposium of tots in cutie white suits recite nuggets of philosophy (not necessarily theoso- phy) with a boise I have never seen equaled by children of school age
 Then we all stood out on the steps of the lovely white peace tempel and watched a company of older Raja Yoga students in Scandinavian costume dances. They danced to violin accompaniment on the broad asphalt driveway in the dazzling sunshine with the< palm trees and flowers and vari-colored eucalyptus trees as a setting, and a green shrubby slope and the blue Pacific for a back ground.
 MONEY DOESN'T COUNT
 The sheer beauty of the thing made me want to sit right down on the Peace Temple steps and bawl because every thing was so beautiful but you know how funny women are.
 All the time I was at Lomaland l
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