Harold MacGrath,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 32…
(1919)
“ Honestly, now, I began to see an undercurrent of real tragedy in this young chap's stony attitude. On his way to France with but five chances in a hundred of ever coming out; and the black-eyed beauty fluttering about with a mad gayety no theatrical manager could have bought, her great eyes sending magic flashes across the lights, and that boy sitting there like a snow-image. But I could see. Not once did he take his eyes off her. He was literally eating her up. Fact! The slipper? Oh, I'm jogging along toward that. Suddenly I happened to notice a bruise under the chap's right eye. ”
