We are sorry to hear that your love is making you miserable. Love is the great brightener and beautifier of the world. There should be no instance where it makes one miserable. We are afraid you are just a little morbid, Etta, but do not think for a minute that you are the only little girl who has ever suffered from such fancies. When one loves, one is always anxious about the welfare of the loved one, and a nervous condition like yours always exaggerates matters. No, we do not believe you are the “hardest” lover in the world. Many women have not only died but given up their lovers, for love, and this, I am afraid, is far beyond your capabilities. “I was in Boston last week and went canoeing on the Charles River. It is a beautiful spot, and I was astonished at the scores of young girls and fellows who were out canoeing. My chaperone called my attention to the vulgar attitudes of many of the girls who were lying about on the banks, many of them with their escort’s arms around them. Of course, being a young girl, I was terribly shocked, yet the spot was so ideal that I could hardly blame them. Do you think it is wrong to yield to such fascinating surroundings? My chaperone would be shocked if I asked her such a question. “Lottie B.” We know exactly how you felt when you saw the vulgar display upon the banks of the Charles River. We have often seen girls and even women lying about on the seashore in unladylike attitudes, but it never occurred to us to excuse them because of “fascinating surroundings.” In the first place, your chaperone was foolish to call your attention to it. You might possibly have not noticed it, and she should not have given you the opportunity. A girl or woman who assumes unladylike attitudes in public is a very vulgar person. We can overlook a little love-making and sentiment under such conditions, but anything that borders on vulgarity is not to be tolerated. “I have been married two years and have lived in a Harlem flat. In the last three days I have had my first quarrel with my husband. We were obliged to move, and he made me do all the packing; dishes, books, and everything, and it nearly killed me. I weigh only a hundred pounds, and am very delicate, while my husband weighs two hundred and is strong and healthy. I have decided to leave him if he ever makes me work so hard again. Do you think I am right? Was he not very inconsiderate? “Flora F. C.” Your husband is probably too stout to do violent exercise himself, and as you are entirely too slender, he should have compromised by having some one to do the work. No woman that we know is fit to do heavy packing, and you should have refused firmly when he asked you, and explained your reasons. If you begin right away, you may be able to educate him before you move again. There is nothing much more disgusting to look upon than a husband who makes a slave of the wife he has taken.