c3he TWELVE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN AMERICA^#^ NEW YORK.—Miss Frances Fair child, daughter of Mrs. John C. Fairchild of New York and Southampton, L. I., Is another divinely tall and rarely beautiful girl. She tends to make of you a Davit singing psalms of praise of tho modera young woman. For you who are apt to find yourself curiously batlled at try lrg to picture a de luxe type of Amer ican girlhood, I should recommend this Irresistible, independent, self-reliant, democratic girl. In her you have a combination of extreme beauty, a whoiesorrfe disregard for tha hamper ing conventions of the society life in which she has been reared, and a keen desire to he a useful member of the community, best illustrated by the po sition she occupies In tho business world of buyer for tho gift department in Hearns' department store, this city. And, be it registered, she started in as a clerk in the department, following her activities In war work. Her name is registered beneath that of her mother in the society Blue book. Her great-grandpa rents were pioneers of New Hampshire. Her mother, the daughter of Frances Houston, the ar tist, occupied a prominent social posi tion in Boston before coming to New York, where her name is listed along with the Ooulds, Astors, Tiffanys, Van derbilts, in tho doings of the social world. Miss Frances' self-reliant and fine physical qualities are inherent. Her mother, a remarkably picturesque , beauty, was left a widow some few years ago with three small children to provide for. She followed the hobby of her childhood and became a photog rapher with rather phenomenal suc cess. due to the unusually artistic ef fects she was able to produce. They aay of her. She takes society’s photo graphs In the morning and dines with it at night" Since Miss Frances* debut a couple of years ago, when she was acknowl edged the most beautiful debutante of the season, no ball or pageant of social Importance is considered successful without her presence. During the war sho was known aa 'the Society Poster Girl. Her pictures, with which you aro undoubtedly fa miliar, netted thousands and thousands of dollars for charitable and patriotic purposes. Tho best known poster, per haps, was the replica of tho statue of „ liberty, entitled “ Liberty Points the ■Way." “The Salvation Army Loss ” used in the Salvation Army $10,4)00,000 drive and the Joan of Arc poster used tn the Red Cross drive were further contributions of her beauty to noble ynsws In rprery city, town, and ham :]et of the United States, and even In Unda Barn's far Insular possessions, her compelling features looked at the 'millions and opened up fat purses again sad again until they were lean and the war had been won. She served during the war as a lieu tenant In the women's motor corps With the efficiency of a trained army man, I am told; also with tho efficiency of a graduate ehauffour mechanic. Compare her with the weeping, faint teg Louisa of a few generations back, ones the type of feminine virtue and decorum, and be glad of Louisa's wholesome demise. Compare her with tho embryonic state of this fine new type, the society girl trying to kick free of her swaddling elo' making her first movements awkward and mean ingless. And then wing your pane gyrics for the fully developed, capable, ■TOeful, and highly decorative Miss Frances Fairchild. There Is something unusually fine about the teirl who might have had a career as bright as the flight of a butterfly, who has had repeated offers from motion picture people, to prefer the ranks of the working woman and become a useful member of society, don’t you agree? That something shows In her face, in her beautiful, beautiful eyes, which look out upon a world of Interest, of sympathy, of ■Understanding. A girl wh# was chosen by the Prince of Wales for several 'dances at Mrs. Whltelaw Reid's ball for the distinguished guest, reporting in promptly at 8:45 mornings and out at C p. m., uniformed according to store regulations In black or dark blue, ami worked enthusastically alongside girls whose glimpse Into her social life is rEJhfhv doubt we sha il always have re mains of the disease with us,” says Mr. Norgard, ” requiring constant testing and sanitary care, but we can expect to be free from the extensive losses In our herds which our farmers today must bear.” ANSWERS TO LOVE PROBLEMS ■ They’re All Queer. I “ Dear Miss Ulake: I am a girl of 18 and have been going out with a .fellow two years my senior for six months. Whenever he made an appointment with me he always kept it nnd he was Just in time. The last time we were out together he said good night to me as usual, and has never called for me again. What shall I do? I love him so? He also told me he liked me. “ Hbulsturokkn.” There must bo another woman in the case, Heartbroken, don't you think? In which event I'd advise you to forget your disappointment in the company of another of the sex whose actions at times are most difficult to under stand. Her One Fault. “T>Par Miss Blake: I am a girl of IS years and have kept company with a fellow three years my senior for near ly two years. I have leurned to love him dearly. "Recently we broke up on account of a fellow my boy friend goes out with. This fellow- is using his influence over my boy friend, as he does not want him to go with me. "My one fault. Miss Blake, is that I am stubborn and won’t give in to him. The quarrel we had was a trifle to wards many others we hud before, so please tell me what I can do to have him call on ine again, as I really care 1 for him and he claims to love me. " BnOKE.VHEARTF.ri." Then I would just-forget the stub bomess and put up a fight for the boy ; in a more lovable way. Stubbornness j will not get you in a whole lifetime i what a friendly attitude will get you in a minute. * * Says She's Bashfti.. “ Dear Miss Blajte: I am 17 years of age and in love with a boy of the j same age. Not long ago he told me | he thought I was a nice girl. Now he | doesn’t seem to care as much for me as he used to. He speaks to me when he sees me, but never asks me nut Can you tell me how I could win him over? 1 am not very good looking and quite bashful. I have many girl friends, but not any boy friends. I like this boy and would like him as a friend. Virginia.” There's not much a girl can do, Vir ginia, if his interest is on the wane. Best not to try to " win ’’ the elusive creatures, unless they make their at tentions unmistakable. Besides, you’re young, you know. ♦ * / There Must be a Reason. “ Dear Miss Blake: I am a girl of 16 and go to high school. What would you do if you were considered a black sheep and were not allowed to go any place by yourself or with girls, and always had arguments to put up with? My people taka me out one* in a blue moon. Paulin*.•' I’d hie myself off into a dark corner and have it out as to why the “ black sheep ”? Naturally, there would bo a reason for being looked upon as one. Having found it, I'd then and there resolve to show the world I was just about the nicest girl to bo found anywhere, lay out a program of good conduct, and follow it to the letter. Presto! Before you knew It. you'd be a much loved and happy little girl. Were You Ever Deceived? Prefer* Them Plain. Six months ago I was engaged to a handsome man and believed in him regardless of his reputation as a flirt. Ten days before the wedding I thought 1 would test him and tele phoned and in a strange voice made an engagement with him. He was much elated. About an hour later I called him up again, this time in my own voice. Would he take me to see a play I Just must see. No, dearie had a bad headache and was just then starting for home and a good night's rest. Well. I went at the appointed time nnd there was the sheik waiting with his car shining as it never shone for me. I gave back the engagement ring and told him I had found I loved soma one else. I do, for I am to be married Honn to a homely man who is much better than a matinee idol. e. n. * * Why She Laughed. It was while attending college that I met a young man who was a verlta ble Hercules. Then, too, he was a westerner and ulTected a broad som brero In which he was especially no J ticeable. Indeed, many fuir young co i eds wore their handsomest smiles ! when he passed, which I had occasion j to notice on my frequent walks writh I him. Naturally I felt singularly blessed in receiving his undivided at tention and was soon hopelessly In love. I had reason to feel my affeo tions were returned. » One week-end I wei\t to visit a for mer classmate who was teaching In a nearby town. While there I received a letter from my admirer. It was-* thriller and I wanted to ahare it with my friend, so I read parts of It. Sud denly I noticed she was laughing. I asked what she thought eo amusing. " I thought you were reading on* of my old sweetheart’s letters, for It sounds just like * Dan.'" ” Dan who? ” I asked. “Why, Dan West. There aren’t two of him.” Men are deceivers ever. I* 8. * * Just in Tima. We met at a dance hall. Ha took me home and asked to call. I had no objection, as he was nice end good looking. He proposed after we had been going together two months. I accepted. One thing seemed peculiar. H* called on me only on Friday and Sat urday. Two days before our marriage I had a visitor—his wife. She showed me the marriage certificate and brought her boy with her. Luckily for me she had found out where her husband was going on Fri day and Saturday. ^ It would have seemed impossible to write this a year ago, but time Is * great healer. E. W.