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After all, housework for the first six months is fun, but after four or five years of it you won't find it satisfies you all day, every day. Also, I believe you will find that learning to become self-supporting will bring something new and very interesting into your life. Sincerely, Bette Davis. Dear Miss Bette: I met a man who is fifty -two and was a doctor in Vienna. He has two lovely boys ten and twelve years — Sascha and Joe. The doctor was in a concentration camp and is very much broken up. His wife died in France. He is here only two years and just made his state exam as a doctor. If he passed he'll find a home for the boys who are in a boarding school now. I suggested in the summer, when I was camp nurse and he was camp doctor, that he should marry a rich woman and I would be governess to the boys and help in the office. Well, now it seems we like each other and the boys adore me. But this worries me — is there a late luck for a woman when she is an old maid nearing fifty? Is there any happiness for me, or am I maybe a silly old fool to fall in love with him, and him with me? Dora W. Dear Miss W : There is certainly no reason why, even though you are nearing fifty, you should consider yourself an old maid. It is entirely possible for people of all ages to fall in love and marry; you must have heard the saying that a person is only as old as he feels. There is a Swiss legend that tells how the crocus — a symbol of awakening vitality— always blooms twice, once in spring and once in the fall. Certainly there is nothing in the least ridiculous in a mature love. Sincrely yours, Bette Davis. Dear Miss Davis: I may never mail this letter, but I am being driven to write to you by an urge that I can't understand. Probably I have a great many peculiar urges— to judge from what I am going to tell you. For several years since my parents' death I have lived alone in a small house. I was given every advantage of Chris tian training as a child. I have a good education, too — something that, in the j getting, caused my parents to sacrifice many personal comforts. After I recovered from my first horrible grief at my parents' death, I picked myself up and went back to my teaching position. One of my pupils was a beautiful brown-eyed boy of ten, bright, laughing and friendly. But he had one very serious fault: He had no sense of property rights at all. If any of the children missed an article, I always knew where to find it. When I scolded him he would look up at me in astonishment and say, "But I wanted it! I thought it was pretty!" Now, this is the crazy thing that happened to me — and to be honest, I don't know what Tommy and his failing had to do with it, but something! I was in a dime store one day and saw a bright red hair ribbon bow. I simply picked it up and walked out. That was only the beginning. In spite of myself, I began to pick up all sorts of odd and useless things. This has been going on for two years. When I look in the drawers of Mother's dresser, I shudder to realize what I am doing. But that isn't the end of my woes by a long margin. I was caught out in a sudden rain last summer and two radio officers brought me home. One of them came back a day or so later to return a school notebook I had left in the back of the car, and we became friends. Now that friendship has become love, pure and simple, and he wants me to marry him. I guess I don't need to go on. If you're laughing, I don't blame you. I laugh rather wryly myself sometimes. Well, Miss Davis, where do we go from here? What shall I do? Tell him the truth and lose him; or marry him and disgrace him by being caught eventually and branded . . . well, I can't write the word. It's too awful. Gareth M. Dear Miss M: In the first place, your condition is nothing of your own choosing. We have learned that these things are not disgraceful, any more than whooping cough is. because they, too, can be cured. Of course, you must tell this man the full truth about your trouble. If he is the right kind of person, he will be able to help you. If he isn't the right kind of person, you might as well know it before you marry him instead of afterward. I would also suggest that you go and talk this over with a psychiatrist. Don't try to solve your problem alone. And, above all — don't think that you are a disgrace to anyone — you aren't! Sincerely yours, Bette Davis. 82 Tune in the BLUE NETWORK Every day Monday through Friday 3:15 to 3:45 P.M. (EWT) LISTEN TO— "MY TRUE STORY"— a new and different story every day. Stories about the lives of real people; their problems, their loves, their adventures— presented in cooperation with the editors of True Story magazine. Check your local newspaper for local time of this — BLUE NETWORK PRESENTATION