Booth Tarkington

“ He walked slowly, enjoying the full moon, which sailed up a river in the sky—the open space between the trees that lined the street—and as he passed the house of Mr. Parcher he noted the fine white shape of a masculine evening bosom gleaming in the moonlight on the porch. ”

“ Baxter (parents of William) seated in the library, Mrs. Baxter said:
"I think it's about time for you to go and dress for your Emerson Club meeting, papa, if you intend to go."
"Do I have to dress?" Mr. Baxter asked, plaintively.
"I think nearly all the men do, don't they?" she insisted.
"But I'm getting old enough not to have to, don't you think, mamma?" he urged, appealingly. "When a man's my age—"
"Nonsense!" she said. "Your figure is exactly like William's. It's the figure that really shows age first, and yours hasn't begun to." ”