Dear Ann Landers,
hould I run an ad in the classified sec-tion of this paper? You see, I have a slightly used boyfriend I'd like to get rid of. He broke his leg skiing last November, and I can't get him out of my apartment. The young man is thirty-two, unmarried, handsome in a rugged, Irish way, six feet tall, a superb dancer, doesn't drink or smoke (too much), and he is a writer by profession. This is a part of the problem. He writes checks on our joint account to which he has contrib-uted nothing for eight months. When he broke his leg, I made the horrible mistake of letting him move into the second bed-room. I wouldn't feel right about throwing him out in the street. An ideal solution would be to find him another home. Please print my name and telephone number. I need someone to take this charming moocher off my hands, and I'm not kidding.-Miss , MUrryhill

Dear ,
Sorry, I can't print your name and telephone number. All some dames need to know is that a man is six feet tall, handsome, and a good dancer and they would grab him, secure in the knowledge that they could overlook his petty faults and turn him into an ideal husband. The next letter is a good illustration of what I was talking about: 85