The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-01-17

When I dropped in" at the Hillman yesterday to have a chat with Cute little Miss Emma Bunting, who is the star around at the Bijou this week, somehow the moment l set my eyes on her the Mother Goose Melody which heads my story suggested itself 10 me.
 Miss Bunting belongs to the variety or stage favorites which I have mentioned before-the Little Miss Cutes," that just snuggle themselves into your heart they're not bigger than a. good sized mn ute-and hustle it right away like whlit of wind--they are so cunning and so fetch- ing and so fascinating!
 Even more petite and splended is Miss Bunting than the others, and her move ments are as quick and electric and yi- vacious as a fawni
 Her wonderful amber-gray eyes fix you and scintilate as she talks, like grown up Little Bitty," and it dawned upon me suddenly after chatting bit with her that instead Of treating her like little baby girl and grooming nursery rhymes if would be seemly and pious for me to be deferential!
 After all, 1 have to do a bit of acting myself on these hectic occasions if, you please, and by dint of practice I have become a tolerably successful actress df you don't care what you say).
 "Iye read you every day since I've been in Birmingham and long before got .here," Little Miss Bunting said by way of greeting, and so l know all about you, and you can consider yourself intro- duced.'
 Of course that was very graceful, and I was duly nattered.
 Most serlhbling 'nedglngs' like to be told by pretty actresses and handsome actors that they have been READ.
 TRUE
 More than half who say it merely re- sort to 1t as a platitude-a mere substi- ute for
 "we've having fine weather" or q hate these one night stands
 But
 Anyway, 1t sounds nice and I am very human.
 What do you want me to talk about?' said Little Miss Cute after a moment
 aWell-er-let me see," l unused, sswhen an electric spark ignlted my brain that came direct from her beautiful flame colored hair, and, 1 said, "red headed peo- pie first"
 "Oh, that's because l have red hair, and you think you ought to say some thing about it," she laughed.
 well, why not?" I said. "A woman's hair Is her crowning glory. and your crown is moro beautiful than any l have seen for a long time"
 'It's all mine, too, isn't that nice?' she said. as she turned around for me to see the great ropes of auburn tinted tresses, wrapped like coils of rope about her shapely little head, "and the color is au naturale, too. It happened luckily for me that l had red hair, for in the play I am in now the author of Tess of the storm Country pictured her heroine with red bair."
 .srbere's one thing about red headed women-they are never dull or inert. There's always something doing when they are around,' l suggested.
 .aYou mean by that they are fiery and had tempered" Little Miss Cute took me up in jiffy
 "You've called my hand 1 surrender I said placidly.
 q don't think that always follows" said Miss Bunting. q haven't Q bad temper, not Arery. Of course, when things go wroI I am just like any other woman. ge cross and peevish, but I'm like eat ]. that respect-lf people rub me the right way, I am just as good natured as any blonde-Peroxide or otherwise-or any brunette that ever lived"
 .'There was time when girls didn't want to be red headed I said, mot so long ago, because we always associated red hair with freckled faces"
 Red hair has it's compensations.' said Miss Bunting. .'One always has such a mop of it, to begin with. and there's nothing so dauntless as carrot-y red locks.