Our beloved Miss Libbey is back with the guidance we need. But beware! If you ask Miss Libbey for advice, you’ll get it… but there’s no guarantee you’ll like it. I bet more than one person regretted it once her column was printed.

Dear Miss Libbey, I’ve been very sick and had a great many young and handsome doctors. They seem very fond of me. Do you think their intentions are serious? How can I find out?  LUCY.

No, they are not serious. Doctors rarely are in love affairs.

Dear Miss Libbey: I have read your advice for some time and I ask you to answer this important question for me. I am a young businessman of 21 and have kept company with a girl of 18 for the last four years. She has told me that as soon as her schooldays are over she’ll be forced to go to work or get married. Lately she has done everything but propose to me. She even insisted on buying her diamond engagement ring for Christmas.
Now I love this girl very much and would marry her but for one reason. She told my sister all about what she would do after she was married, saying that she would wear diamonds and swell clothes, would have all of her work done by maids, and if her husband said one single cross word or mistreated her in any way she would at once get divorced. She said that divorced women are more popular and always find better husbands than their first.
To me, however, she acts entirely different. She is always telling her good features and how good she would be toward me. Do you think she meant all she told my sister or was she showing off? I only make from $150 to $250 a month and hardly think that I can afford this. Now please answer this, as I will be sure to follow your advice.  JACK.

Lord help the girl who gets such a specimen as you are. What sort of fellow are you, permitting the girl to buy the engagement ring? Try to cultivate some manhood and character. You are worse than a leech!

Dear Miss Libbey, I am a rather bashful young man and would like to know how I can best keep two girls from annoying me. They both eat their lunch at the same cafeteria that I do every noon, and no matter where I go they bring their trays and sit at the same table.
They giggle and make remarks about me.
One day one of them said, “What nice teeth he has got.” As I am better looking than the average fellow, I think they must be in earnest in trying to attract my attention. If you will answer how I can make them stop watching me I will cut this out and put it on their tray, unless you tell me some better way. ED.

I don’t imagine that you are better looking than the average man, Ed. You must have a sort of a weak face or the girls wouldn’t dare make such remarks about you. Better take your luncheon at another restaurant, I think.

Dear Miss Libbey, I am a married woman and there is a young man living in my city who has always pretended to be a friend of mine. The other day we both happened to be calling at a friend’s at the same time. He came in after I did. When I left he only stood up. Did he show any disrespect by not going out with me? And would you hereafter treat him rather cool?
I might add that there was another married woman there that he is very much attracted to, and I think he was glad when I left so he could see her. I just want to know what is the proper thing to do. M. B.

Certainly he didn’t show any disrespect to you. But, to my mind, I don’t see how he or any one else can have much respect for such a woman as you show yourself to be. The proper thing for you to do is to try and cultivate some sense and quit thinking about any man except your husband.

Dear Miss Libbey: I come to you for your valuable advice. I am a young girl just out of my teens and very good looking. I have been told that my eyes were bewitching. I have brown eyes and light brown hair. Lots of nice boys seems to care for me—at least they tell me so and two have proposed, but I didn’t care for them. And now the one I do love doesn’t care for me, I’m afraid.
He is 6 feet 1 inch tall, has light, curly hair and beautiful blue eyes, weighs about 165 pounds, is real handsome, and as I am tall and slender don’t you think we would suit?
He goes with girls who are not half as good looking as I am. He has moved about twenty miles from me now and I seldom see him, but still I am crazy about him.
Now, how can I be as attractive as other girls he likes, and do you suppose there is a way for me to win his love? Please advise one in trouble. SUSAN

It might help if you wouldn’t make it so evident what an extremely silly person you are.