- Title Card: The boy dolls up. He is soap, silk and starch from his porous plaster out.
- Title Card: The girl's birthday party. A wild afternoon on young bunions.
- Title Card: The boy arrives; so bashful he would shy at a lady-finger.
- Uncle Bill: Your wife's a peacherino, but where's the baby?
- Neighbor: Someone's pinched our babies! Arrest every stork in sight!
- Uncle Bill: Take the dough. You'll need it to keep 'em in bibs and cigarettes.