Dear Ann Landers,
lease don't consider me crazy, but I need help and you are my only hope. My mother is bald, my father has a heavy head of hair. My older brother is losing his hair and will soon be bald like Mother. I am a circus acrobat. Hanging by my hair is part of my act. My hair is the same heavy type that Father has, but I become depressed worrying that perhaps my hair will fall out like Mother's. Should I change professions before it is too late?-Clutched in Cam-bridge

Dear Clutched,
Don't be a coward. Even if you detect signs of baldness, stick with it. Bill yourself as the only balding acrobat who hangs by his hair. Don't chicken out and use a net. Good-bye and good luck. Despite the letters which strain credulity and boggle the imagination, my column is an authentic reflection of fife as it is lived by fifty million people. And since the kooks are a part of our society, is it not fitting and proper that their activities be 203 represented in the daily chronicle of what's happening? So, in response to the question, "Would you believe?"-yes, I would. Dear Readers: I printed a letter from an engaged girl who was making plans to be married. Her fiance, she said, had a beautiful voice and wanted to sing a solo at their wedding. She asked if it would be proper. I told the girl that the groom is on hand to be married and not to entertain the guests, and in my opinion they had better get someone else to sing. Here is a sample of this week's mail: