Myra Nolan:
[after Turner recites some ancient poem]
You're a nice boy, Harvery, but you musn't make a fool of yourself.
Harvey Fortescue Turner:
You'll have to blame my father. He gave me $100 for every poem I could reel off from memory. I soon went through the money in several blonde enterprises but I never forgot the poems.
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