The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-04

AnSWeF-SeTldlnly IOt, IltDldil, but just think how much more they are missing than you are and sym pathize with them, instead of being hurt by them.
 There are no people that l am so sorry for as am for snobs. Think, to begin with, how uncertain any is in such terror of losing it that he is afraid to speak to any one that he doesn't know to be of his own class or the class above him! A king, or a duke, or lord, or any one whose rank is fixed and settled, can afford to hobnob with guttersnipe if he finds the guttersnipe interesting. As a matter of fact, he often does have friends of the poorest social degree. It was said that during the war the Prince of Wales chummed with any Tommy who came along. But people who are holding on to society by their eyelids have to be particular whom they know, and when you see man or woman who dares not speak to any one who is not in the Blue Book or Bradstreet's, they deserve our sympathy, because they have to put on the chains for fear of skid ding.
 Then think of all the snobs miss of warm human companionship! There is nothing in giving your neighbor the glassy eye that starts you out on the day with q cheerful, contented, God n-his-heaven-a well-with-the-world feeling about the heart. It takes the hearty hand- clasp, the kindly inquiry, the cheery greeting of those about us to give us that reaction. Why, there's kick to it that nothing else has in just knowing that the people next door to us like us, that they. are interested in HIS, that they keep an eye on our belongings when we are gone and care enough for us to bring our dog back when it strays away.
 Not to have known the joy of having real neighbors, the kind that send you in half pie when it is especially lus cious, who fight with you through that awful night when the baby has the croup and every breath seems the last and who are just as pleased and proud as you are when John graduates at the head of his class; why, that's to have missed one of the best things ill life.
 The snobs never have any neigh bors. They only live near people. They never have any friends. They only have acquaintances. Nobody cares whether they are sick or well, happy or miserable. They are as lonesome in the heart of Il big city as they would be alone on a desert island, and they are always peevlsh and discontented, because, the way we are all built, we have to have somebody to share things with; we have to have somebody to tell things to, and there is nobody whose opinion we value so much as those of our neighbors.
 So, Plebian, quit worrying over your snobbish neighbers. Just be sorry for them, and cultivate a sense of humor. They are a great joke if you will only get the right slant on them.
 DOROTHY DIX. Dear Miss Dix-I am q young girl and am considered very pretty, but my trouble is not being able to talk to boys. What can a girl talk about to hold a boys attention! MARlON.
 Answer-If you want to grir boys attention and make him think you are a spellbinder, talk to him about himself. That is subject in which most of us are eternally ln- terested, and there is not the slight est chance of boring us as long as you keep the spotlight focused 'on our many perfections. Very few boys are averse to hearing how good-looking they are, and what a killing they make with the girls, and how wonderfully they drive an automo- bile, and with what grace they dance, and so on, and so forth, ad minimum. Sometimes you have to temper your flatteries with little delft reserve and