. His Majesty Bunker Bean, a comedy in four acts and five scenes . from machine.) Flapper. There, now hes through, Grandma. Grandma. (£risply) How old are you . . Bunker. (Trying to be jauntly) Let me see,Im 23, last Tuesday. (Grandma and Flapper nodapproval to each other. Bunker hastily puts a freshsheet into typewriter.) Grandma. Smoke . . Bunker. (Trying to start letter throughout scene)No. Grandma. Drink. Bunker. No. Grandma. Got any bad habits, ever take drugs. Bunker. (Rattled) I, well, I used to take sulphurand molasses every spring, but I never kept it upafter I left home. Grandma. Uh—
. His Majesty Bunker Bean, a comedy in four acts and five scenes . from machine.) Flapper. There, now hes through, Grandma. Grandma. (£risply) How old are you . . Bunker. (Trying to be jauntly) Let me see,Im 23, last Tuesday. (Grandma and Flapper nodapproval to each other. Bunker hastily puts a freshsheet into typewriter.) Grandma. Smoke . . Bunker. (Trying to start letter throughout scene)No. Grandma. Drink. Bunker. No. Grandma. Got any bad habits, ever take drugs. Bunker. (Rattled) I, well, I used to take sulphurand molasses every spring, but I never kept it upafter I left home. Grandma. Uh—hows your health. Ever beensick much. Bunker. Had lumbago when I was seven. Grandma. Humph, gamble, play cards, bet onraces, go around raising Cain with a lot of youngdevils at night? Bunker. No, I dont. (Defiantly.) Flapper. (Ecstatic) I perfectly knew he knew shed admire you. (To Howdo you like his hair brushed that way . . Grandma. Um. I dont know. (Doubtfully toBunker.,) What in time have you done? Haventyou ever had any fun . .. 00 HIS MAJESTY BUNKER BEAN 81 Bunker. (Hotly, jumping up) Damn it all,youve made me leave out a word . . Grandma. (Nods to FlapperJ Good, he showssigns of life. Flapper. (Jumps up) I should perfectly thinkso. And hes over an inch taller than I am, too. Grandma. (Measuring Bunker with her eye)A-um . . Flapper. You show her. (Grabs his arm, whirlshim around and stands with back to his.) Grandma. Stand up straight, youre scrooch-ing . . Flapper. Not a weeniest bit. Grandma. Um—well, Maries like her never set her mind on anything yet a—that shedidnt get it. (Bunker whirls around in alarm,only to meet the Flappers determined little smile,just as Pops sticks his head out of den Pops. Cme here, take letter President WilsonWashington Executive Mansion . . (Disappearsinto den still dictating. Bunker, his whole beingexpressing relief, grabs paper and pencil and boltsacross den, shutting door after him.) Flapper. (Hap
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