Volume 7, Issue 7, page 13

DEAR LOUIS: I understand
you said Adolph Coors was very
much alive. Was that not his
body they found the other day?
-- T.C., Denver, Colo.

DEAR FRIENDóMr. Coors is
very much alive; in due time
this will be known to all. The
bones and skull they found in
the mountains were not his.
DEAR LOUIS -- In the past ten
letters, all the predictions
you made for me have come to
pass, but in the last letter,
you did not go into details as
I would have liked. What is
wrong? -- V. C. T., San Antonio,

DEAR FRIEND -- Some people
expect the impossible. Remember, please, that I am only
human. You send me from 10 to
20 questions per month and expect a 10-page letter answering each. This would be fine
if you were the only one asking questions, but multiply
yourself by a thousand. I do
all I can in the best way I
can. There are several question-and-answer factories in
operation; why don't you try
one of them for awhile?
DEAR LOUIS -- Thought I was
hep on all the jargon used in
The ABERREE, but what in hell
is mysticology? -- R.L.M., Long
Beath, V.Y.

DEAR FRIEND -- Don't you know
The ABERREE will always be a
few steps ahead of you? We're
'hep' too, man. As to Mysticology, Mysticology is the blending of both mysticism and psychology. In this way, you're
neither up in the clouds nor
caught in the rat race- of humanity. It is the'middle path'.
Mysticology is man's answer to
all problemsópast, present,
or future. Now, I've got YOU
guessing! (ED. NOTE -- Us, too.)
DEAR LOUIS -- Sent you a book
a few months ago on Common-ism.
What are your impressions of
it? -- J.M.J., Hawthorne, Calif.

DEAR J. M. J. -- I liked the
book very much, but did the
author have to say in some
50,000 words that man has one
thing in common, the divine
spark, and if this is united,
then man becomes a real brother to man, and peace comes
forth. I like simple things
for I am a simple person. I'm
sending you "A Chinese Garden
of Serenity", translated by
Chao Tze-chiang. This book has
the same message, said in a
beautiful way, in a hundred
or so words. Try this one on
for size.
DEAR LOUIS -- We were simply
amazed at your psychometry
work in Denver; do you do this
type of work to get all your
answers? -- R.M., Denver, Colo.

DEAR R. M. -- I do this type
of work for large groups, for
it helps me get the attention
of a group, and I can better
focus my efforts in one direction. I do not class myself as
a psychometrist, but, then,
again I hesitate to label myself or my work. I am simply a
public relations man for the
DEAR LOUIS -- My husband and
I have one constant quzrrel. I
say that the legend of Jesus
is a myth, and my husband, who
was reared a Catholic, still
contends that the man lived.
How can I convince him? -- M.S.,
Phoenix, Ariz.

DEAR M.S. -- There is undisputed proof that the man known
as Jesus did live, so you do
not have a leg to stand on. I
would think that you and your
husband could find something
more provocative to quarrel
about. Why don't you direct
your discussions along political lines. Here you do have a
debate, or if this wears out,
you can always turn to the
weather, or crab grass.
DEAR LOUIS -- -Do you think
that Anna Andersen in Germany
is really Princess Anastasia,
daughter of the Czar? -- R.S.,
Stamford, Conn.

DEAR RUTH -- Yes, this person
is really the Princess, but it
will be after her death before
the true facts will come forth.
This is a somewhat sad story,
but who wants to be a princess
anyway? ï

DEAR SIR -- Will I ever meet
my real father? -- R.L.J., Chicago, Ill.

DEAR FRIEND -- Your father
has passed to another plane of
existence. When you traverse
this life's pattern, it is
most likely that you will meet
your father.

1 Of all the kittens/cats
that have come to our house
for an exchange of affection,
"Buttons "was our favorite. He
was the prettiest of the litter of four -- a solid blue-maltese, with white belly and
feet, with two blue spots on
his stomach about the size of
a silver dollar, which won for
him his name of "Buttons"; and
another blue spot on his chin
which almost got him called
"Beatnik". Buttons was almost
dog-like, following one of us
wherever we went: to the garden, the bathroom, the office,
and always rewarding petting
with a loud purr that could be
heard 50 feet away. But on a
Sunday, as the Ed. prepared to
go for the mail and take some
paper to the downtown office,
starting of the engine brought
forth some unholy yowls. He
lifted the hood, hoping. But
in vain. Buttons, skinned of
his beautiful blue fur, had
tried to stop the fan with his
teeth, and his mouth had been
chewed into a bloody pulp. We
removed him from the entanglement as tenderly as possible,
and even as we examined him to
learn the extent of his injuries, a half-hearted purr, interspersed with loud wails,
came from the wreck that once
had been a face. Which ends the
saga of Buttons -- as we found a
hole for him out in the orchard
that also contains the decaying bodies of some brothers
and sisters: Socco, Alberta,
and a few others who didn't
stay alive long enough to
scratch their way into the
hearts of their feeders. Left
are Teufel and Titan, but the
many visitors who were so enamored of Buttons will realize
that something more than "just
a cat" was killed under the
hood of a car that ugly Sunday
1 We have it from two reliable sources (if we needed
any further evidence) that
persons who indulge themselves
in anonymous mailings really
can stir up trouble. Not that
they have any vicious motives,
of course, of course. However,
in this case it seems that a
prominent west coast electro