Earl Lind,
The Female-Impersonators — Part 3
(1922)
“ While promenading the streets with him, I would, every other minute, glance into his face, reflecting: "The handsomest and best dressed young fellow of the Rialto is MINE." While we were seated in a theatre together, I would often gaze into his face instead of at the players, reflecting: "New York's Beau Brummel is MY SOUL-MATE." For no soft hair, no rosebud cheeks in a male, no arched eyebrows—ever surpassed those of the Adonis now being described. He was perfection in face, head, and body. ”
