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-155- I wangled an appointment to the Board of Education as an advisor in art. I joined the League of Women Voters, and went on boards, the San Francisco Art Association, the City Planning Commission, the California School of Fine Arts, fund raising, doing clerical work, making speeches. By accident, I almost became a member of another Commission. Hurrying through the corridors of City Hall to attend a meeting of the Planning Commission, I saw a meeting in progress and tiptoed to a seat. The subject under discussion did not sound familiar. I tapped the shoulder of the man seated in front of me and whispered, "Isn't this the City Planning Commission?" "No," he replied, "this is the Disaster Committee." It turned out that the group had been organized to set up machinery for disaster relief in the event another earthquake, as bad as the one of 1907, should strike San Francisco. Thousands of t[[strikethrough]] h [[/strikethrough]]ent had been purchased and