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Show Terrors of Frankness. "There is no worso vice than frankness," said Booth Turkington, at a farewell dinner in New York precedent prece-dent to his departure for jirope. "How should I feel, for oxnmplc, if I nBked you for your opinion of my plays, and you nnswered me frankly, quite frankly? "Why, I should feel like tho poor lndy at tlio bridge drive who said to her hostess' little daughter: " 'Your eyes are such a heavenly blue. And what color are my eyes, darling?' "Tlio child's high treble traveled easily to the further corner of tho quiet room as she replied, looking earnestly up Into her questioenr's face: , , , "'Dwab middles, yellow whites ! 2 and wed wims!'" |