Booth Tarkington

Booth Tarkington

Summary

Portrait of Booth Tarkington Booth Tarkington The Red Book Magazine, Volume 44… (1925)

Fred Cooper, her mother saw everything she'd lived for thrown away. “'Thea's ruined herself for the sake of a mere little infatuation—the kind that comes to any ordinary girl. She could have had anything in the world; but because she got excited about a good-looking nobody, she's ruined herself! What's the use of having spent your life working like a drudge when you see all you've built up thrown out in the ash-barrel?”
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Portrait of Booth Tarkington Booth Tarkington The Red Book Magazine, Volume 44… (1925)

Let her come and find out that all sensible people have long since accepted the new view of what is pure and what is impure. Let your Aunt Clara come and find out that Aunt Claraism is dead!”
Jane didn't know what the new view was, and she didn't ask him; but she looked unenthusiastic, and when he and 'Thea left—they had only stayed about fifteen minutes—she looked more so. “I wish he wouldn't say things to 'Thea like that,” she said.
“Like what?” I asked her. “You mean about Aunt Clara-ism and not concealing the divine contours the pure Greeks worshiped?”
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Portrait of Booth Tarkington Booth Tarkington The Red Book Magazine, Volume 44… (1925)

It was the old 'Thea—center of the stage, spotlight and everything—only she was more beautiful than ever. She had to sing one or two little songs, and she never could sing much, so her songs didn't set the river on fire, but her beauty did. She danced, too, in this performance, and fairly well—about the same as she used to—but to hear the audience, you'd have thought she was the queen ballerina of the world. She must have been satisfied, that night; she got all the applause those people had to give.
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