Franklin D. Lee proved a man of prompt action when Mrs. Claire Shaefer, accompanied by a friend, visited him in Bakersfield, California, several months ago as a prospective patient. ``Doctor'' Lee asked her to lie down on a bed and remove her shoes. Then, by squeezing her foot three times, he came up -- presto -- with a different diagnosis with each squeeze. She had -- he informed her -- kidney trouble, liver trouble, and a severe female disorder. (He explained that he could diagnose these ailments from squeezing her foot because all of the nervous system was connected to it.) He knew just the thing for her -- a treatment from his ``cosmic light ozone generator'' machine.

As he applied the applicator extending from the machine -- which consisted of seven differently colored neon tubes superimposed on a rectangular base -- to the supposedly diseased portions of Mrs. Shaefer's body, Lee kept up a steady stream of pseudo scientific mumbo-jumbo. Yes, the ozone from his machine would cure practically everything, he assured her. Did she know, he asked, why the colors of the tubes were important to people's health? The human body -- he pointed out, for example -- required 33 units of blue light. For that reason, he informed her, the Lord made the sky blue. Continuing glibly in this vein, he paused to comfort her:

``Don't you worry. This machine will cure your cancer ridden body.''