Dear NAN GLANDERS By BETA McGAVIN Illustrated by SUMMERS _A time-travelling friend of ours recently returned from the future with the following clipping from the_ Galactic Times. _It seems that even in the world of tomorrow, there will always be an advice column, and that folks will still be worried about such humdrum things as interplanetary etiquette, and cosmic sex._ [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories August 1962 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Dear Miss Glanders: From his childhood my Johnny has been an avid collector of bugs, snakes, birds' nests and other things. Our little Centurian home is crammed full with extra-terrestrial life forms as well. I put up with it as long as I could. Yesterday he brought home a native Centurian female. As you know it is a quasi-intelligent mammalian form with the breasts and hips of a woman, fish scales and tail and a horned head. Johnny insists he's going to marry her. What shall I do? Distressed Mother _Dear Distressed_: _I suggest you contact your local fish and game department._ * * * * * Dear Nan Glanders: I am a hostess noted for my parties. Tomorrow we will have the Sirian ambassador and 2 of his 3 wives coming for a dinner party. How many forks and knives will be necessary for a guest with 3 sets of tentacles? Should I seat one of his wives on either side of him, or what? Worried _Dear Worried_: _Seating arrangements are unnecessary as Sirians prefer to hang attached by the dorsal suction disk from a ceiling fixture and suspend their elongated trunks to the table below. Just have a dish of adobe type clay handy on the table and let them help themselves._ * * * * * Dear Miss Glanders: My mother-in-law is a noted TK with a high range of ESP and Prescience. Today she asked me if I was pregnant. Do you think she could have peeked at my mind? P.S. I am 5 months along but still get into my everyday clothes with the help of a safety pin. Concerned _Dear Safety-pinned_: _It's high time_ You _peeked--and buy a maternity smock while you're at it_. _Confidential to "What will it be?" I've consulted an obstetrician for you. He said the baby_ has _to be human. A simple matter of differential chromosomes. So relax._ * * * * * Dear Nan: