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Show rpliEEbfe GUI . This is your comer. Make use of it for your information on questions' that are puzzling you. It will be my pleasure and privilege to answer care-: fully and promptly all questions submitted to me. Your questions must be limited to two, and your full name and address must accompany each letter. For special information send stamped envelope. All communications will' always be held in absolute confidence. All letters should be addressed very plainly in pen and ink to' Helen Brooks. Box 1543. Salt Lake City. . ' - thank you very much. Sincerely ALICE. Delta, Utah. The follo--init U a complete list of Zans-Grey Zans-Grey 'a book- in the order in which they were written. Hi3 first one wa9 Petty Zane, written writ-ten in 1004, then followed The Spirit of th Border, The Last Trail, The Last of tlie Plainsmen. Plains-men. The Short Stop, 'Hie Heritaxe of th Desert, The Young Forester. The Young Pitch-' er. Riders of the Purple Sajre, Desert Gold,! Light of the Western Stars, Tlie Lone Star' Ranker, Rainhow Trail, The Border Legion. Wildfire, U. P. Trail, Desert of Wheat, Tale of Fishes, Man of the Forest, Tho Youiur Llonj Hunter, The Red-Headed Outfield, The Mysterious Mys-terious Rider, To tlie Last Man, The Day of th-Beast. th-Beast. i Dear Miss Brooks, This is the first I have written to you, hope I'm welcome. 1 have a few questions I wish you would please answer. Write me the words to the song "Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight" To-night" and to the song "Ain't We Cot Fun?" Just another question. Plea-w write me a story about, "My Share in Making the Highway Safe." COWBOY. Fcho, Utah. You are welcome, Cowboy. The song yon wish "Ain't We Got Fun" enn be had in the music stores for 40 cents so 1 could not prinb-it prinb-it here. "Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight" will be printed soon or sent to you direct. In regard to the story, I could not very well write this for you, but if you care to write it and send it in o me I shall be clad to examine it for you. Dear Mins Brooks, j 1 have read "Between You and Me," for some time. I enjoyed it very well, and I would thank you very much if you will answer my question for me. (1) What it the best powder to use. What is the best cream to use. (2) Will you please print for me the song, "That's Where My Money Goes." Thanking you ia advance, 1 am A GIRL FROM IDAHO. There are many good powders and cream, and the best ts the one which is soothinar and beneficial to your particular ikin. This you will have to determine yourself by trying them. It is bet to use a cream and powder of the same make and if you find that tho cream irritates or the powder does not go on i smoothly, try another line of preparations. Some powders and creams are much "heavier" than others and I could not tell you just I what ones would be be3t for your skin. (2) - Your song will appear later if it am be found. . I am very glad you enjoy our corner. To BROWN EYES, Roberta. Ida. : One of your songs ha3 kindly been contributed by a reader and it therefore follows here: JUST AS THE SUN WENT DOWN After the din of the battle's rour, Just at the close of day, Wounded and breeding upon the field. Two dieing soldiers lay. One held a ringlet of thin gray hair. One held a lock of brown. Bidding each other a last farewell Just as the sun went down. Refrain : One thought of mother at borne alone: Feeble and od and gray. One thought of a sweetheart he'd left in town Happy and young and fry. One kissed a ringlet of thin gray hair, One kissed a lock of brown. Bidding farewell to the stars and stripes ; Just as the sun went down. One knew the joy of a mother's love. One of a sweetheart fait- Thinking of heme they lay side by side. Breathing a farewell prayer : One for his mother so old and gray, One for hit love hi town They closed their eyes to the earth and skies Just as the sun went down. Rrefrain. My Dear Miss Brooks : I am a stranger, but an attentive reader of your helpful little corner. The two songs that you were unable to find, "Juut as the Sun Went Down," and "Down by the Weeping Willows," I am familiar with, and am sending send-ing them to you. I also wish to ask you : (1) Will you please tell me Shirley Mason's address and I am aware that you have answered an-swered this Question a number of times, but somehow I do not understand how to curl one's hair to look like a "national hair bob." Would it be too much trouble to print it again ? I trust that I may be of service to you again in regard to other songs, as 1 am familiar with a number of those old ones. Ever. DULCE, Roberts. Idaho. I thank you so very much for sending the two sonzs. I hope I may be able to help you as much in return. .Shirley Mason's addrees is. The Fox Studios, Western Avenue, Hollywood, Holly-wood, Calif. It is necessary that you have a very heavy head of hair to successfully dress it in the National Bob effect Separate the hair at the back of the head into two parts, cross them and arrange each part in a coil from the center to the ears. Then curl the ends in small curls and fasten with pins all across the back over the coils in irregular form, pinning each end of curl in place. I hope I have made this plain enough, and if you have heavy hair so there are many ends to curl, it is very pretty. Perhaos you have some combings which you could have made into a few curio to help out if you lack a few. Could I ark for a few more songs if you happen to have them? "Down by the Silvery Rio Grande." "Joy Finds Us After All" and "Little Red Canoe." Dear Miss Brooks, Can yon tell me if the Poems of Joyea Kilmer have been bound in a book and if so where I can fret one and at what price T He-made He-made the Supreme Sacrafice on Flanders Fields like so many, but I love his poems so, listen The roar of the world Is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world ! Thank God for the mijrhty tide of fears, Aprainst me always hurled I Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife. And the stint? of his chasteninr rod Thank God for the 6tress and pain of life, '. And Oh, thank God for God. I am a widow nearly 72 and my ha-nds ar stiff with hard work and a bit shaky, but hop you can read this. S. H. CROSBY, Earnr, Arizona. ' I am happy to pay Joyce Kilmer'B Poems may be had in bound volumes, and hav written you stating the price, and where they may be had. They are beautiful. You are wonderful to write so bf-autifully not many letters which I receive are written better. I am sure it must be such a pleasure Rt your aire to be ab'e to spend somp of your time with tha beautiful in poetry and literature aB you do. t Dear Miss Brooks, I have been interested in your corner, and, have been reading the questions but there has been a question or two th?.t puzzle me., I am a boy of seventeen years of acre, and I want to j:o with a p-Lrl. Will it be proper for me to fro with a irir that about fourteen, or wait until I cgn find a jfirl that is the same aire as I am. I remsiin JACK, of Idaho. Well, my dear boy, you do not neceaTlly have to wait to find a pirl just your ape, although al-though I am sure it would be quite proppr for you to wait a while, as you are quite young, and your i itf e friend of fourteen is entirely too young to go with the boys. Of courr-e it is quite proper for you to escort a girl to a party occasionally, but do not think of going with any one girl steadily. Dear Miss Brooks, "Will yew pn-wcr these questions for me? My hair is bobbed, could you tell me how long a pi-marent wave would stay in it. and how much it would cost to have one put in ? My Wir ia also very dry. Do you think that vaseline. vas-eline. aT)r,!id two or thrfe times a week, darkens dark-ens t'-ie hair? I want mine to stay blond, but several of my friends .ay that vassline darkens it. With many thanks S. O. S., Drlnr. Idaho. A permanent wave is supposed to last about nionihs. It will co-t i.b per curl and it takes fr"m (if!e?n to twenty curb for the front and sides. Vaseline doe-, not permanently i'v.rken the hair but it has a trndirncy that way. t would suggest as a better plan that you brush it thoroughly every day frr at least 'en minutei with a medium stiff bristle bru?h, being rure that you roach the scalp. A!r raass-age the scalp gently with til of fingers every (Say. I am sure you will f.nd that If you continue this treatment there will he sufficient natural oil to take care of It nicely. Mrs. Wilford Hansen, Mink Creek, Idaho. Following Is the poem you requested sometime ago. The other one will appear just as soon ss we have space for it. POOR LITTLE JOE. Prop yer eyes wide open, Joey, Fur I've brought you sumpin' great. Apples? No, a heap sight better I Don't you take no int're3t ? Wait 1 Flowers, Joe I know'd you'd like 'em Ain't them scrumptious Ain't them high? Tears, my boyT Wot's them fur, Joey 7 There poor little Joe I don't cry 1 I was skippin' past a winder, Where a bang-up lady sot. All amongst a lot of bushes Each cne climbing from a pot ; Every bush had a flower on it Tretty? Maybe not I Oh, no! Wish you could a seen 'em growin'. It was such a stunnin' show. Well, I thought of you poor feller, Lyin' here so sick and weak. Never knowin' any comfort. And I puts on lots of cheek, "Missus," says I. "If you please, mum. Could I ax you for a rose? For my little brother missus Never seed one, I suppose," Then I told her all ab-?ut you How I bringed you up, poor Jnet (Lackin' womon folks to do it) Sich a' imo you was until, you know Till yer got that awful ti:mb'e, Jist as I had broke yer in (Hard work, too) to earn yer livin' Elackin' boots for honest tin. How that tumb'e crippled of you. So's you couldn't hyper mu'.h--Joe. it hurtwl when I seen you Fur the first time with yer crut.-h, "But," 1 snyi. "hL-'s la- 1 up nr w, mum, 'Pears to wf akn every day :" Joe, she no and went to cuttin' That's the how of thia bokay. Say, rt seems to me, ole feller You Is quit yourself to-night; Kind o' chirk it's been a fortr.it Pinoe yer eyes has been st bright. Better? Well, I'm glad to !:ei:r it I Yen, they're might pretty. J-"e. Bmellin' of em's made you happy ? Well, I thought it would, you know 1 Never see the country, did you? Flowers growin' everywhere I Sometime when you're bettor, Joey, Mebbe I kin take you thr-re. Flowers in heaven ? M I s'pose so : Dunno much ahout it. though: Ain't as fry as wot I might b , On them topics, li'.tle Joe. 3ut I've h.rd It hinted soinewheres That in heaven's grclden gates rhi!'' iw ev-er lastin' cheerful , B'lieve that's wot the liibie st-ates. Likewise, there folks don't git hungry : So good people, when tht-y die., Finds themselves well fixed ft-revrr- . j Joe, my boy, wot ails yer eyei ? j Thought thoy looked a little ning'ior. i Oh, not Don't you hare no f--ar : I Heaven was ma.ie for such rm you is-- - J Joe wot m:ikt-s you look so ou-vr? Here -akc up I Oh. don't look thnt way I ) Joe. my boy I Hold up your hoad I Here's yer flowers you've drenr-r:! 'era, Joey 1 I Oh. my Cod. can Jo- be d-rvl ? j PEI.l'J ARKVYRlGHT. Dear MI-js Brooks, I I'lene r ire me a cotitnl-jte t of 7,afe Orvr's bhoKj se 'a '-he rdcr that a wrote rs 1 |