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Show Dear Header: 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, stamped envelope accompanies the request. Oucs'ions are limited to two. Full name and address must accompany each letter or no reply can be made. All communications are held strictly confidential. in requesting poems and songs, the correct title, the first line, or the name of the author is necessary in order to find them. Please send stamped, j addressed envelope also with these requests, so they may be forwarded directly to you. Address letters very plainly, with pen and ink. to Helen Brooks, Box 1545. Salt Lake City, Utah. SON'GS REQUESTED These sonps nnd poems are on the reonosted and To-Be-Found list: Mammy o' Mine. K-K-Katie. Sunshine of Paradise Alley. Now He's Only a Tramp Found Dead on the Street. I'm Sorry I Made You Cry. Tis the Picture From Life's Other Side. Stay in Your Own Back Yard. "When the Dew Is On the Rose. SONGS RECEIVED The following songs and poems have been received during the past week, and I wish to thank each one for their kindness In contrihuting- them: Little Boy in Blue A Message from Home Sweet Home. "While the Leaves Come Drifting Down. Under Dakota's Cross. The Curse of an Aching Heart. The Legend of the Organ Builder. It will be necessary for the following to send names and addresses before I can answer their letters, as the rules heading this column indicate. "Cowboy," Robertson, Wyo. "Dimples," "Dim-ples," Thame, Wyo. "Bug and Dunk," "Washington, Utah. Bebe and Lil, Shoshone, Sho-shone, Idaho. Tobbie and Dickey, Logan, Lo-gan, Utah. The Texas Cowgirl, Desert Des-ert Lake, Utah. The Naughty Four, Meridian, Ida. "Texas Rough Rider," McCaramon, Idaho. "Devoted Reader," Tooele, Utah. Dear Miss Brooks: Your little corner Is so interesting and inviting that I feel I must enter and hope I am welcome to ask a few questions. (1) I am 13 years old and have been going with a boy steady all winter and feel that I should think more of other things than boys, so how can I quit him without getting peeved at him? (2) Is it proper to play kissing kiss-ing games at a party? Wishing you all kinds of success, I remain, PEACHES, Idaho. Your questions were answered and sent to the address enclosed in your letter, but it has been returned to me marked unclaimed. I am now placing It here. Sorry for the delay but guess you will have to accept the blame. Proper name and address must accompany accom-pany letters if you wish answers and prompt service. You are right you should be thinking think-ing of other things, vastly more important im-portant than going with boys. I cannot can-not understand why you have been allowed al-lowed to go steady with a boy all winter win-ter when you are only thirteen. Your letter shows that you are sadly in need of more schooling. Just tell this boy frankly that you think you are too young to be going with boys, and that you have decided not to do it any more, but to spend your time improving yourself your-self instead. There is no reason why he should get peeved about it. No, my dear, kissing games are not in good taste. There are many other games much more enjoyable and less harmful. harm-ful. Let me know how you get on, dear. Dear Miss Brooks: Will you please answer a question for me. If a girl doesn't want to dance with a boy she has never met, how should she refuse him? I am sending send-ing a song somebody asked for. Thanking Thank-ing you very much in advance, BROWN EYES, Idaho. Thanks very much for the sons:, Brown Eyes. It seems very strange that a boy whom you have never met should ask to dance with you. Surely he must realize he should be properly introduced. Simply say, you are sorry, but you cannot dance with a stranger. TWO SISTERS, Idaho Falls, Ida. Thanks for the songs, girls. I will keep your envelope for the songs you request and hope to have them for you soon. You are most welcome to any and all I can find for you. Dear Miss Brooks: Permit me to ask a favor of you. Will you please give directions for the planting plant-ing and cultivating of Jerusalem Artichokes? Arti-chokes? Yours truly, JIMMIE. You are most welcome to the following follow-ing information regarding the Jerusalem Jeru-salem Artichoke. The planting and cultivation cul-tivation of this tuber is much the same as that of the Irish potato. Plant it IS inches apart in the row with rows 3 feet apart. It is very prolific and hardy, and does not require the careful cultivation given the potato. It is advisable to use waste land for the growing of this plant, which some consider a p'st. as it eventually absorbs ab-sorbs all available surrounding ground and cannot be gotten rid of, except by plowing it up. My Dear Friend: I have written to you many times and am pleased with your work. May I ask a question or two. (1) I have very thick hair and It is gett ing real long and pretty. I want to have it bobbed, but my folks do not want me to have it cut. What shall I do? I am wishing you very much success with me and with all others. I am, ns ever, PINK ROSE. Clear Lake. Utah. You will see one of the songs you requested re-quested In the last Issue of your paper and another in tills Issue. The others I do not have, but will try to get them for you and will then send them to you. I would not advise you to bob your hair. Pink Rose. I am sure you would regret re-gret it. especially when your hair is doing so well. Bobbed hair Is not nearly so popular as It was. although many cnt in ue to wear It because of the d if f i"ulty encountered when at - J tempting to let it grow out. Dear Miss Brooks: Many thanks for the song you published pub-lished for me a , f ew weeks ago. I am sending in a song which I see has been requested and hope you will publish the same. Would like to ask you how is best way to slip and reset the begonia slip, and what, if any, special care is necessary. Also, how to win back the love of one who is gradually drifting from you (husband). Have tried in every way to do my part. It what way have I failed? Please make a sugges. tion. Thanking you in advance as before, be-fore, LONEITA, Utah. You are welcome to the song, Lonel-ta, Lonel-ta, and I ai turn thank you for the one you sent me. (1) The florist tells me tn take the begonia slip and put it in water until little roots come on it, then plant it and take care of It just the same as anything else. (2) Your othei question is not so easy to answer, dear, especially as I know nothing of the circumstances. I am going to ask you to write me a letter telling me something some-thing more about your seeming trouble, and I can then give you a personal reply re-ply if you wish. There is a way to restore re-store the harmony in your home I am sure but not knowing more than youi letter indicates, any attempted advice from me, would be like the blind at-tempting at-tempting to lead the blind. Please will you let me hear from you? To IRENE, Fillmore, Ut. Through the kindness of a contributor I am enabled en-abled to print your song: A LITTLE BOY IN BLUB A mother sits in sadness Thinking of her only son As she looks up at two pictures on tk wall. They're all that's left to cheer her And she says "Thy will be done" As she mourns for him Who's gone beyond recall. One shows him as a little boy In soldiers clothes at play With his army lying scattered oa t3 i floor. I The other in a uniform The day he marched away. When he said good bye Alas! forevermore. Chorus: Is it strange when the band starts playing That her eyes fill up with tears, As the soldiers pass her window And the street rings out with cheers? For its then that her heart is saddest And it seems it can't be true. As she looks up at the pictures of her little boy in blue. The war that took him from her has been over many years. And the troops that pass are only on parade: But as she watches them go by She's thinking through her tears, Of her own boy marching While the music played. The pictures hanging on the wall They seem ? to blend in one, And she seems to hear a voice "I miss you, too." That's why she's heavy-hearted, For when all is said and done, He was only just her little Boy in Blue. i Dear Miss Brooks: I The poem you sent was just what I wanted. And It was very dear of you, Miss Brooks. I thank you from the depth of my heart. I wish to ask two questions now. (1) I have a wart on my lip, anyway it is a white pimple. It has been there almost three years. It doesn't bother me, but I do not like it there. It is as large as a pin head. , Is there anything I can take it off with? (2) I am 23 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall; how much should 1 weigh? i. will, close with love. SPANISH BABE, Spanish Fork, Ut. You are as welcome as can be to the poem I sent you, and I am very glad I could do it for you. I am so very busy, dear friend, that at present I am making no personal appointments at! all, so I think It would be better if, you would write me whatever question you wish to ask, two at a time, and I shall be very pleased to answer them to he best of my ability, you may be sure, in regard to the wart, or whatever it may be, on your lip, I think it would be a good idea for you to consult your physician about it, and if he says it is ! a wart I suggest that you try rubbing it lightly with a caustic stick. This is often effective in removing an ordinary or-dinary wart. For your height, your weight should be 120 lbs. I do appreciate appre-ciate your good wishes, dear, and shall be very glad to hear from you again. JU ANITA fe'oft o'er the fountain, Ling'ring falls the southern moon; Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day too soon! In thy dark eye's splendor. Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks, yet tender. Speak their fond farewell! Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part! N'ita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart. When in thy dreaming. Moons like these shall shine again, And day-light beaming Prove thy dreams are vain, Wilt thou not, relenting. For thine absent lover sigh, In thy heart consenting To a pray'r gone by? Nita! Juanita! Let me linger by thy side! Xita! Juanita! Be my own fair bride! |