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To hear his great-granddaughter tell it, Gilded Age architect Stanford White was a Class A horndog. In her July 8 New Yorker piece, Suzannah Lessard notes that during the trial of White’s murderer, “it became evident that Stanford had loved if not a thousand, perhaps a hundred girls.” Indeed, White went through pliant, perfumed young lovelies at such a clip that he seemed more interested in the wrapping than what was inside. How appropriate, then, that in this afternoon’s lecture, “Beyond the Border: The Intimate Details of Stanford White Frame Designs,” William Adair addresses not the paintings of Thomas Wilmer Dewing, which are peopled with comely, rustic sylphs, but the splendid settings White created for them. Veterans of the Freer’s recent show of pictures by Dewing and fellow twinkie aesthete Dwight William Tryon will likely recall White’s frames as providing the whole of that exhibition’s import. At noon at the Renwick Gallery, Grand Salon, 17th & Pennsylvania Ave. NW. FREE. (202) 357-1300. (Glenn Dixon)