Dear Ann Landers,
am a twenty-two-year-old college student whose world has just crumbled. Last night the twenty- one-year-old girl I'm in love with told me all about herself. I was so ill this morning I couldn't make my 9 a.m. class. Arietta and I have been going together for six months. She is beautiful, gay, and behaves like the model young woman on any campus. Last night she told me that she had given herself to a boy she went steady with in high school. They had talked about marriage, and he persuaded her that she was foolish not to live life to the limit. They went together five months and broke up when he moved to another city. I thought I wanted to marry Arietta but now I'm not sure. If she was able to fool me so completely, will I ever be able to trust her? And how do I know there were not others? Please help me. I'm sick with grief.-Like Dead

Dear Like,
Better write off Arietta. The way your mind is operating you'll have her pictured as the town's Number One streetwalker within a week. Did she ask you for an affidavit of your purity? If so, would you have been able to produce one? Love is forgiving. It is accepting people as they are. Since you are unable to do this, hunt up a white-flower girl. (And lots of luck, Bub.) I'm not pinning any roses on the guy in the next letter but I think he could teach you something.