Little Gwendolyn was just sixteen years old. Her disposition also resembled a young calf’s and she loved to romp with father, who unfortunately was inclined towards anemia and only weighed ninety pounds. Father couldn’t stand these gambolings and went out in the park to look for a mother for his child. Not being particularly attractive, he attempted to win by wits what he couldn’t by beauty, and wrote a note to a lady sitting on a bench. This note contained belittling remarks about Hank, her escort. Hank unluckily got the note, but threw it away. It lit on the next bench where a prize fighter was talking with his lady friend. The prize fighter naturally thought the disparaging remarks were intended for him and went over to remonstrate with Hank. Meantime, little Gwendolyn went out in the park to look for a mate. Hank was the first specimen she encountered and she then and there decided he was her ideal. Hank tried to shake her but she wouldn’t shake. Also her new-found love made her frisky and she wanted to gambol about with Hank. Meantime, her papa had nearly landed a wife, when daughter came in with her 300 pounds, and ruined the match. Hank now decided this mastodon must be painlessly although surely murdered. In making the attempt everything went wrong. The cops were involved, papa also was involved, and Hank got dissolved. After the unpleasantness had subsided, papa found he had no wife, Gwendolyn had no mamma or no Hank, and Hank had no girl. In fact, no one accomplished anything they had started out to do.