her to seize a pencil and write to dictation. The result was a series
of poems of an exoteric character which are triumphs of meter and scan
perfectly. They are published in the name of the girl friend, Mlle. S.
Meyer Zundel, but Mlle. Zundel says they're not really her works at
all, but were directly dictated by her dead friend. Previous to
Judith's death, Mlle. Zundel says she never wrote a line of poetry.

Here we have direct proof of an invisible intelligence directing this
young lady to write poems which she admits she never wrote before her
friend's death. The materialistic skeptic who is always ready to
interpret dreams as coincidences cannot call this a coincidence before
the testimony of such facts when they are brought to the eyes of an
intelligent public. The would-be interpreter of human existence
remains baffled and silent; they can neither deny these facts nor do
they dare to explain them.

Friday, May 6, 1921, Chicago Daily News (by Marion Holmes):

Dear Marion Holmes: I should like just out of curiosity to
get the opinion of some of your corner readers, as well as
your own, on the enclosed sketch of a dream I had when
working out west. About 26 years ago I was working in the
West near the mining country, and one night I dreamed I was
in a mining town, the name of which I did not know in my
dream, nor had I ever seen it in reality. I was crossing the
street to a store building painted white, and in my hand I
carried an envelope that I was to deliver to the boss of the
store. When I arrived at the center of the street I was met
by three men who were coming from the opposite side, one of
whom stopped me, saying: "Come with me and I will show you