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Show On Himself. Novelist Booth Tarkington tells with gusto this story against himself: "I was strolling round an artists' Red Cross fair when two; pretty flappers flap-pers of sixteen or so came up and asl;ed me for my autograph. " 'I haven't got a fountain pen,' I said, much flattered. 'Will pencil do?' " 'Yes,' replied the older flapper, and so I took out a pencil and signed my name in the morocco bound book that she had given me. "The flapper studied my signature with a frown. Then she looked up and said: "'Aren't you Robert W. 'Chambers?' " 'No,' said I. 'I'm Booth Tarkington.' Tarking-ton.' "The flapper turned to !her friend with a shrug of disgust " 'Lend me your rubber, May,' she said." |