Sister Confessors From a chauffeured yellow Cadillac convertible in front of the San Francisco Chronicle building last winter stepped a shapely brunette wearing a little black dress by Dior and the scrutable smile of a woman who knows what she wants. Ushered into Sunday Editor Stanleigh Arnold's third-floor office. Mrs. Morton ("Popo") Phillips announced that the paper's advice-to-the-lovelorn column had gone from drab to worse. "Why." she protested prettily, "I know I could do better myself." Editor Arnold suggested that she try, handed his visitor a six-week sheaf of...
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