Picture Stories Magazine (Sept 1914-Feb 1915)

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Father's Flirtation. From the VITAGRAPH Comedy Photoplay by Edwin Ray Coffin. Adapted by Bruce McCall. The all-conquering Bunny, with his enthusiasm for the ladies, finds himself in an awkward predicament, but — as usual — after many humorous doings, emerges scathless. Cast : Bunny ... JOHN BUNNY Mrs. Bunny FLORA FINCH Betty MARY ANDERSON The Widow LOUISE BEAUDET Agnes ... KATE PRICE Landlady KARIN NORMAN jOLIDAYS were over, and Betty was going back to college. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bunny, were inasad way about it. Mr. Bunny tried to take the matter philosophically. He puffed away furiously at his big calabash pipe, and told his wife between the puffs that it was ridiculous to take on as she was doing, ' The girl must go back," he said. " She's got to be educated, hasn't she 1 Very well then, what's the use of crying about it ? " You may talk," sobbed Mrs. Bunny, but you feel just as badly about it as I do, only you smoke and I cry — I can't help it." Huh ! that's the worst of a woman,' grunted Mr Bunny. But even he was rather affected when Betty camein — impulsive. loving-hearted Betty, who threw her arms about her father's neck, smothered him with kisses, and shed copious tears. 'Dash it, Betty," said Mr. Bunny, " don't cry like that. You're taking all the stiffening out of my shirt-front." Betty dried her tears and her mother followed suit. Between them they got Mr. Bunny into his enormous overcoat, and clapped his hat on his head. Mother and daughter managed to put a fairly good face upon the matter up to the moment of parting, when both dissolved in tears once more. The train took Betty away, and Mr. Bunny took his wife home, and did his best to comfort her. You've got me, my dear," he said plaintively. Mrs. Bunny stopped crying. " Yes," she retorted, ' and sometimes I wish you'd go away to school instead of Betty." Mr. Bunny could not think of anything^ effective to say. It was about three weeks later that a letter came from Betty begging them to pay her a visit. " You have promised so often," she wrote, "and you never come. All the other girls' parents pay them visits and give them a good time, and I insist that you do so too. 1 can get a room for you in the boarding-house where I stay. I won't take any refusal, and I shall expect you early next week." " Well, my dear 1 " asked Mr. Bunny, after his wife had read the letter aloud. " We're going," she said, adding : " I shall expect you to be on your best behaviour." "My love," said her husband, with a toui^h of reproach in his tone, " ain't I always on my best behaviour 1 " "I rem.ember once or twice still, I shall be there to look after you. I shall see that you don't get into mischief." It was with no joyful anticipation, on Mr. Bunny's part, at any rate, that they set out upon their journey. His troubles began at the very outset. Mrs. Bunny stepped briskly into the railway carriage, leaving her husband to follow with the hand luggage. The gangway was barely wide enough for him to pass through sideways, but he made a frontal attack upon it, with a bag in each hand, and got nearly wedged in. He tried other tactics, and succeeded in forcing the passage with great difficulty and considerable loss of breath. " Do you know, my dear," he said to his wife later, "I believe I must be getting fat."