FATALISM
The stock-broker's wife, mother of six children and portly, was a fatalist. "Why worry?" she was wont to say. "When the time comes for me to die, it will come properly enough, and that's all there is to it."
That afternoon, she was run over by a brewery wagon while on her way to see a singing teacher about having her voice cultivated.
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TECHNIQUE
The star actor, unable to restrain his mirth at the astounding satin décolleté worn by his leading woman in the scene where she, a street waif, pleads with him to give her a farthing that she and her widowed mother may not starve, turned his back to the audience. So uncontrollable were his chuckles that his shoulders heaved up and down, and his head shook, and his neck got red, and his eyes watered.
"A master of the acting technique," thought the audience. "How wonderfully he expresses the emotional outburst of grief!"