Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1919-03-21 | Page 7 | On Himself

On Himself. Novelist Booth Tarkington tells with gusto this story against himself: "I was strolling round an artists' Bed Cross fair when two pretty flappers flap-pers of sixteen or so came up and asked me for my autograph. " 'I haven't got a fountain pen,' I said,, much nattered. '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."