Dear Ann Landers,
At every family gathering he shoots dozens of pictures. Then he slaves for hours making prints. The relatives can well afford to pay fifty cents apiece for these wonderful 5x7 and 8x10 pictures. But my hardheaded husband says, "No, I wouldn't think of charg-ing them. I do this for fun." Fun, my eye. He does it with money that could be better spent buying nicer clothing for his family or fixing up our house. Why should he be so balky about asking relatives to pay for prints? I think he is a sucker. What do you think?-Hypo Harriet, The Lenshound's Wife Dear Wife: The lens-hound sounds like a sweet guy who enjoys his hobby. If he sold his pictures it would no longer be a hobby-it would be a business. So why don't you keep your nose out of his hydroquinone?

Dear Ann,
How can I save my forty-eight-year-old brother from making a dam fool of himself? Artie never married. He has been like a second father to our children. They love to have him around, and so do we. He is witty, generous, and a great human being. The problem is this: Artie has been bald for as long as I can remember. Well, last night he came over and we almost fell dead. Artie took off his hat and proudly displayed a head of golden curls. The hairpiece looks surpris-ingly genuine, but it's just not our Artie. I'm afraid he'll be the laughingstock of the town if he insists on wearing that thing. Is this second childhood or what? He said he feels like a college kid again. We need an outsider to advise us.-D.C. Dear D.C.: It's Artie's head, and if he wants to put a rug on it, why should it bother you? It's how he feels that counts, and apparently he feels pretty good. So M.Y.O.B.