(Editor’s Note--Dear Mr. Wilson: I have referred your letter to Miss
Curiosity, who undoubtedly will answer you personally.)
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=Dot=--A. is right. Get out and walk.
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=Rhoda=--Yes. You are old enough to wear what you please. That is as far
as your parents are concerned. But the police will not respect your age.
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=Madge=--The Doctor was correct. After an operation for appendicitis the
cut shouldn’t show.
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=Alden M.=--Can give you no advice about free love. Always thought love
very expensive.
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=Hazel=--Do not marry the sixty year old millionaire. He’s too old and
too young to bring you happiness.
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=Jacqueline=--Jackie, for short, you said you wanted to write me the
worst way. You did, I can hardly read your letter. Try again.
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=Ima Flirt=--Yes, love is blind, as the old saying goes--but the
neighbors are not. Pull down your shades after this.
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=Mable=--If the day be muddy and the boys will stand on the corner it’s
up to you to make good. Will speak to the cashier about sending you silk
stockings.
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=Jim=--If you are dancing with another man’s wife it is proper to let him
see light between you.
_Luscious Limericks_
There was a young man from Art Creek,
Who went around dressed in batik,
When they asked, “Are you well?”
He replied, “Ain’t it hell?
But in Art it’s the very last shriek.”
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Another young chicken named Mary
Was in love with a youngster named Larry,
And when it was dark
They went to the park,
And there they did tarry and tarry.
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There was a young feller named Aster
Who went in a wild bullock’s pasture;
The sweater he wore
Made the poor bully sore,
And so he ran faster and faster.
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A sculptor made nymphs and bacchantes,
Omitting the coaties and panties,
Till a kind-hearted Madam,
Who knew where they had ’em.
Donated some warm Ypsilantis.
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