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I got my time card in; again most of my time was spent on overhead.
I was kept busy most of the day on work from Garb, as this was the last day before his vacation. I typed two memos on two jobs concerned with hotel construction in the Philippines. I also spent two hours on an Anaconda contract.
I ate lunch at my desk and went at 12.00 to the meeting of the Bechtel Women for Affirmative Action. A speaker, Dr. Marion Wood, discussed “Women in Management.” She is a professor of business management.
In the afternoon I typed the first part of an analysis by Garb of the contract he has been negotiating with Iran Air. I had to work from his difficult hand-written draft. I stayed an hour overtime. I had not known how late I would be getting to the Temple service and was prepared to eat out and take a taxi. However, I did not do so but went home on the bus when finished.
I got home at 6.20, prepared and ate dinner and washed dishes. I finished packing and dressed.
I left for the Temple at 9.00. I parked on Geary. When I arrived in the auditorium, Jim was already on the podium.
A tape of a former sermon was played, his solemn words on the overthrow of Allende in Chile and the tortures of the socialists.
While he took the offering, Jim mentioned the Muslims, who, as in the zebra trial, don’t stand up for each other, get no benefits such as we have, but whose leaders have Rolls-Royces, and yet pay 33% of their gross income to their organization. Jim made a strong appeal to us to become communal, so that we can save money. New rooms are being made in the Temple. He asked for more people to move in, and some applicants had their names taken.
Tommy Moore and Bryan Davis are behaving better.
Derrin Purifoy was on the floor for threatening to fight. He was pretending to be tough. He is ungrateful after Jim had saved his life.
He had to fight a girl. He protected his head and wouldn’t fight back, was whipped badly.
Gary, small son of June Strain, had kicked a senior, wouldn’t obey his mother, made fun of a brother with a scar. He also had to fight a girl, but he stood up to her well. However, his nose was bleeding, and he too was beaten.
Gary Johnson, a teen-ager, had called Joicy Clark obscene names when she corrected him for sitting on the Temple tables. His mom and natural brother gave other instances of his negative behavior. He had to box two men.
A number of youth were commended for cleaning out the Temple lounge so that it can be used again.
Joe Brown telephoned during the service. He wants to come back. Jim said we have not received any money from him. Jim instructed that he should be told to get a job and send money, which was the requirement. After some healings, Jim called people by name to join the Temple. Members came up past the altar and the service ended at 12.00.
I got a seat on Bus No.3, moved my belongings from the car, and put the car in the Temple lot.
Fares were collected. We had a long wait. The hostesses gave instructions to passengers to keep quiet and let people rest, but young people in the back continued to chatter and giggle. The hostesses warned them again and again that offenders would be put out on the sidewalk. but they were still noisy. I expostulated angrily, as I had had a very hard day and had looked forward to going to sleep on the bus. Finally John Miles was sent in to the Temple; the others became quiet. The bus left at 2.30, and I got to sleep and didn’t even wake at the rest stop.