Abigail Van Buren
This is from a selection of hilarious letters written to advice columnist going by the pen name Abby:
Dear Abby,
A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties. These two women go everywhere together and I’ve never seen a man go into their apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese?
Dear Abby,
I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much I’m not even sure this baby I’m carrying is his.
Dear Abby,
I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It’s getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don’t know him well enough to discuss money with him.
Dear Abby,
I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again.
Dear Abby,
Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
Dear Abby,
I joined the Navy to see the world. I’ve seen it. Now how do I get out?
Dear Abby,
My forty-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy.
Dear Abby,
I was married to Bill for three months and I didn’t know he drank until one night he came home sober.
Credit: Dear Abby is the name of the advice column founded in 1956 by Pauline Philips under the pen name “Abigail Van Buren” and carried on today by her daughter, Jeanne Phillips. Most of these are from the compendium “The Best Of Dear Abby“. More of these next week.
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