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Show Ueur Keuilcr: This is your corner. All questions submitted will be cheerfully cheer-fully and carefully answered, except those seeking medical advice. Names and addresses of business firms cannot be printed here, but will be sent if a self-addressed, slumped envelope accompanies the request. Questions are limited to two. l'ull name and address must accompany each letter or no reply can ho made. All communications are held strictly confidential. n requesting poems and songs, the correct title, the first line, or the name of tho author is necessary in order to find them. I'lease send stamped, addressed envelopo also with these requests, so they may bo forwarded directly to you. Address letters very plainly, with pen and ink, to Helen Brooks, Box 1545, Salt Lake City, Utah. J ii-ii Mi,. r.i ',.! n . Will V'jiI l'l'-:i- ii 11 ft -r li'fli'- 'Iim-.b- U., i, .f I., i 1 1. j-.-.- i-1, In'' ii) V.' , i l,.,ul. 11 Pill f '.lll-l '"II 'A-:C . '' I'-'l A II:.! tw, .,l,K- .-;,l.-. "W : I '. You'll ii K'.ii;.-I" !'. .VI : I'm ;.,lli! Y'.u '.Vdh'l loi.-l'' l.'il.i r. I ' ll. Kl I.IH I llll.'? ('') yil'l'- :-'.nic: w . f'.r II Kill "f f'.m I 'i-ll lo t - j r. : - Ii,', n- II' Iioiik-. II) Ulillt. WHS AM. A''.I'IM Ht I'iiIvi-i sal Ktiir v.-l r.-'M iiiiimt iK-fwn Hill III;: I''-, IHI'J Ii'iW 'l'l jM Ii:, lili'J V.lM'i'l H l;lM IiOIIH ? i4l l'l''.'iMf: IiaiiU) hOIUi- ' f tin; iii'i-si nuhKH Unit, would In; Kno'l lo kIiik ft (lll.i-l tallillil-llf s. 'J'dan k Ifl you In ltd va ii wii tcmiiln, fin iivii". JIA.I-.I., JIC.VNV and KVA, Ncola, It. Will do tin; vury b':nt I can for you, KlrlH. (I) The nvTiiK! widilit for Kill II ywii'H old Is aijoiif pounds. CI) 1 really cannot nay. I "el h:iiH mim ri:adi:r who knows IIh-hi: sonivi will t'-!l iih. CI) This Is a difficult thiiiK to do for there are bo few ways of earning money In tho small town. Could you not care for Homo one's children an evening or afternoon occasionally, or heli some one when there Is extra work to do? Even In the very small town there are those who wish such help once In a while. Takinif orders for dependable hosiery and underwear, and various other necessary articles could also he the means of making a little extra money, without the necessity neces-sity of leaving your home town. (4) I do not know Art Acord's wife's name neither do I know his home address. He Is '.','., years old and may be addressed ad-dressed at the Universal Studios, Universal Uni-versal City. Calif. (3) A few of the late sorites which would be appropriate for your purpose are "lirini? Back the Daisies." "In the Twilight Hour," "Marchetta," "Rose O' Mine," and "The Breath of An Irish Smile." Dear Miss Brooks: This is the first time I have written to you and hope I am welcome. I like the corner very much and it has been very useful to me. I have some questions ques-tions I would like to ask. (1) How can I make more friends and be more popular? pop-ular? (2) It Is very lonesome here. What can I do to keep from getting lonesome? I remain, BLUE BELL, Idaho. All are welcome, Blue Bell. (1) I have attempted to answer this same question so many times in my corner that I am sure you must have seen some of them. It is very difficult for one to tell another Just what to lo or say to make friends. If you have not succeeded in making as many friends as you wish up to this time, I suggest that you sit quietly down and analyze yourself. Just what tactics have you pursued up to this time when you meet people to win their friendship? Have you been sociable, friendly, and agreeable, agree-able, or have you been indifferent expecting ex-pecting the other fellow to do all the agreeable things and meet you more than haif way? Compare your own way with the way of one who Is popular and makes friends easily. Tou cannot be other than your own self, but by comparison you may be able to mold S'lnt of your possible unlikable characteristics charac-teristics into likable ones. What say you? (2) Spend part of every day In reading something really worth while, and keep busy at something;. One can never be lonely and busy at the same time, if one Is busy at something which Interests them. I'm sorry, dear, but you have asked more questions than are allowed, but believe my answers will partially answer your others. I am sending the songs you wish also. Dear Miss Brooks: We have long enjoyed your column in the paper. I'and my two sisters, 11 and 13 years old, look for it first thing when the paper comes, and con over the advice ad-vice given in answers to subscribers. My sister had a question to ask you, but it was asked and answered in last issue of paper. Sincerely, WILFRED, Idaho. I am very glad indeed to welcome a. new trio, and because I think others will enjoy the poem you request, I am printing it, and will reserve your envelope en-velope for a future request you may-make. may-make. Always glad to hear from you. To ELSIE, Idaho Falls: I do not have one of the songs you request, dear, but if they are located, rest assured as-sured you will receive them. RONna nKCKivion The following souks and poems have been received during the past week, and I wish to thank each one for their kindness in contributing them: Till My I. II Mo .Shoes Away. Dliulo old Don Cabin In Die I.ano. I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now? SONUS It KQU ESTED Those sorurs and poems are on the requested and To-Bo-Found list: Your Mother Still I'rays for Tou, Jack. First Lines: They cried for the rocks and the mo un tain s, They prayed, but their prayers were too lute. First Lines: Don't sell him another drink, please, lie's reeling already, you see. T regret that so many of the songs requested of late cannot he furnished, bb they are among tho recent popular songs and can be had in the shops. It 1b only the old 1I1K14- songs which I attempt at-tempt to print or find for the readers of my column. Dear Miss Brooks: I have written to you before and got some very good answers. So may I ask you a few more questions? (1) I had a boy friend who came to see me often but I was foolish and never much cared for him until It was too late. He Is going with another girl and now I feel discouraged. I am not happy in any boy's company. I go out with boys but I am not happy because I am thinking think-ing of him. 1 have asked him down and ho will not come. I am sure I have never done anything to make him mad. How can I win him back? Thanking you in advance, I remain. BLACKY, Utah. Your case Is not unlike many others. Blacky, who fio not realize a friend's worth, or what they are to them until they are gone. No doubt you were so accustomed to his attentions that you did not realize you were not treating him as friendly or courteously as you should. Since you have invited him to call, thereby signifying your desire to establish the old friendly relations, and he has refused to accept, it Is self-evl-ldent that he does not care Just yet to renew the friendship, therefore there Is nothing left for you to do except to be friendly and agreeable to him when you meet, l'erhaps in time the same qualities which attracted him to you in the beginning will bring him back to you. In the meantime, dear, do not compare every other boy with him, but determine to enjoy their friendship because be-cause you cannot afford to make any further advances than you have to him without lowering your dignity, and which would also drive him still further fur-ther away; and after all. do you not think it is more pique, than that you really care for him? WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER? What Is that. Mother? The lark, my child. The morn has Just looked out, and smiled. When he starts from his humble, grassy-nest, grassy-nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast And a hymn in his heart, to you pure bright sphere. To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother? The Dove, my son, And that low, sweet voice, like the widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast. Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn. 1 For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. What Is that, mother? The Eagle, boy, Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, in his own mountain vigor relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, on-ward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, true to the line. What Is that, mother? The Swan, my love, He is floating down from his native grove. No loved one now, no nestling nigh; He is floating down by himself to die. Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song Is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come. Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home. Dear Miss Brooks: I'm 15 years old and it was not me I was referring to about cigarettes, it was another girl. The boys always beg us to smoke, but we won't and they call us babies. I hope I am not a nuisance, am I? I am always asking for songs but I just have to have them. (2) Is good for the skin? I'm dark skinned. Would anything bleach my skin? Yours truly. EDNA, Utah. You are older than I thought, and I am truly glad you were not the girl you wrote about. Let the boys think what they will, so long as you know you are in the right, don't you say so? (1) No indeed you are not 4 nuisance, but my dear If you just niunt have so many songs you should enclose a stamp for them. Do not send stamp, however. Unless songs are wanted, or you are especially desirous for a personal reply. re-ply. As I have but one of the songs which you request I will wait for you to send stamp and perhaps I shall have located the others by that time. (2) Many claim to have received good results re-sults from the preparation you refer to but if you have a naturally dark skin. I do not think you can hope to change the shade and why should you wish to? A dark skin is just as pretty and attractive as a fair skin, if one dresses In becoming colors. There are bleaches which remove tan and sunburn, sun-burn, but these will not change th natural complexion. Dear Miss Brooks: I am trying to get all the movie slars' pictures that 1 can, so will you please Hend me the addresses of: Jack M u 1 hit 1 1. 1,11a Lee, Harrison Ford and Klalne II a in merntel n ? How could I gel the life of each? Sincerely yours, NEY NJCKN, Idaho. To NEY NKE.N, Ida. So you're a regular movie fan, are you? Jack Mul-hall's Mul-hall's address Is care of United Studios, Hollywood, Calif.; Harrison Ford, Lamb's Club, l::o W. 44th Ht., New York City; Llla Lee, Lasky Studios, Hollywood, Holly-wood, Calif.; Elaine Hammerstein, Principle Prin-ciple Pictures Corporation, 7250 Santa Monica Blv'd. Hollywood, Calif. There are no biographies of these stars to be hail, except a very brief sketch In the directories and a write-up of one occasionally oc-casionally in the movie magazines. My dear, when you requcHt a personal reply be sure to send stamped envelope. To DOVIE and LARKIE, Ferron, Ut. I am printing below a song which I bellovo is the one you requested som time ago. At least I hope It Is. The other one can be had in the shops for .15 cents, and so I cannot print the words for vou. DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME? Do they miss me at home? Do they miss me? 'Twould be an assurance most dear To know at this moment some loved one Were saying, "I wish he were here!" To feel that the group at the fireside Were thinking of me as I roam; Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure, To know that they miss me at home. When twilight approaches, the season That ever is sacred to song, Does some one repeat my name over, And sigh that I tarry so long? And Is there a chord in the music. That's missed when my voice is away, And a chord in each heart that awaketh Regret at my wearisome stay? Do they set me a chair near the table, When evening's home pleasures are nigh, When the candles are lit in the parlor. And the stars in the calm azure sky? And when the "good-nights" are repeated, re-peated, And all lay them down to their sleep, Do they think of the absent, and waft me A whispered "good-night" while they sleep? Do they miss me at home? Do they miss me? At morning, at noon, or at night? And lingers one gloomy shade round them, That only my presence can light? Are joys less invitingly welcome. And pleasures less hale than before, Because one is missed from the circle. Because I am with them no more? Anonymous. Dear Miss Brooks: At last I have come to you for advice ad-vice upon certain questions. First: I am 18 years old and like to have a good time, but I have a supposedly true girl friend who talks about me to my friends, thinking she can win their admiration ad-miration and leave me high and dry, or use me in any way she pleases. I have not realized it until now. and so I have not cultivated the friendship of many more girls thinking one real friend was all that was necessary. Should I try and break her of her conceit, con-ceit, or cultivate other friends? How can I clean a pair of suede slippers? Thanking you in advance. I remain, MOLLY", Utah. And I am glad to have you with us, Molly. Do not send a stamped envelope unless you wish songs or your letter requires a personal answer. It is not wise to limit the number of our friends we can. not have too many, and w need a variety. As you have doubtless known this girl for some time do you not think you could talk freely to her about this? There may be a mistake you know, and perhaps she is not guilty of the accusations against her. Perfect understanding and frankness are necessary nec-essary to maintain a friendship and you should at least give her the opportunity op-portunity of clearing herself of these charges. If you have not already done so. Be friends if possible, and by all means cultivate other frieads. (2) There is a powder to be had at most shoe stores for the purpose of cleaning suede shoes. If you cannot obtain it in your town, I will be glad to have It sent to you if you will w-rite stating the color. The price is 25 cents. I am glad to print a corrected copy of, "In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree," and thank you very kindly, Anna, for sending it. Hope I may be of service to vou. IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD APPLE TREE The Oreole with joy was sweetly singing, sing-ing, The little brook was babbling its tune; The village bells with joy were gaily ringing. The world seemed brighter than the harvest moon. When there within my arms I gently pres't you. And blushing red, you slowly turned away ; I can't forget the way I once carressed you, I only pray we'll meet another day. Chorus: In the shade of the old apple tree, There's a love in your eyes I can see; When a voice that I heard, Like the song of a bird. Seemed to whisper sweet music to me. I could hear the dull buzz of the bee. In the blossom, as you said to me, With a "heart that is true, I'll be waiting for you, In the shade of the old apple tree. I have really come a long way from the city. And though my heart is breaking I'll be brave. I've brought this bunch of flowers, I think they're pretty. To place upon the freshly molded grave; And if you'll tell me, father, where she's lying, Or if it's far, just point it out to me. Said he, "She told us all when she was dying. To bury her beneath the old apple tree." |