A young girl can't write a letter, so her brother gives her some pointers.
Once upon a time, writing letters was a social grace. Back in the day before telephones and cheap transportation, it was the only way to keep in touch. Nowadays, we have telephones, and it seems that my nieces don't even bother to talk; instead, they send me instant messages. Thank goodness they don't insist on using a lot of emojis. That's a foreign language to me.
The result here is an instruction in something that has gone out of fashion. Given the typical Coronet film hype, in which everything is easily accomplished once a hint is given, it's about as useful as a short subject on how to knap flint.
Once upon a time, writing letters was a social grace. Back in the day before telephones and cheap transportation, it was the only way to keep in touch. Nowadays, we have telephones, and it seems that my nieces don't even bother to talk; instead, they send me instant messages. Thank goodness they don't insist on using a lot of emojis. That's a foreign language to me.
The result here is an instruction in something that has gone out of fashion. Given the typical Coronet film hype, in which everything is easily accomplished once a hint is given, it's about as useful as a short subject on how to knap flint.
