OUT OF THIN AIR I remember once going to the home of the Sisters of the Most Precious Blood to buy a rosary that was to be a Christmas present for a friend. The sisters were cloistered nuns and there was no way you could see behind the lattice-work screen. I explained what I wanted and a voice soft like the sound of little tinkling bells answered me. Then I heard "Ohhhhh..." and I thought for a moment I had offended her. I asked apologetically if I had. A delighted laugh came through the screen. "Oh of course not. I'm just back to my childhood. You must be the Story Teller I used to listen to as a little girl." Wherever I go I meet former listeners. In Kingston , Ontario recently I ran across a nurse who to my amazement remembered the program. Jean Aitken Strong said that she had listened while growing up in the . I often wonder if today's children would appreciate the stories as much now when violence on earth and programs showing clashes in outer space occupy much of the television screen. I honestly think they would. Stories about giants, goblins, witches and elves never lose their appeal. The Sleepy Town Express was also on television. Carl Sentner on camera. Betty Large , "Story Teller". 138