This is rather nice- not overly sentimental picture of the changes real trouble can make in little people. Mr. Bunting, 62, head of the ironmongery department of Brockley's, feels the insecurity of his position as new methods come into use, and takes it out by overbearing interference with his family at home. When he loses his job he cries the blues continually, and resents the aid his sons are able to give. Then comes the war- he finds he is needed again, that he can help youth in the crisis, that he has a ace in home defense -- and all his British dander rises to the surface with the assurance that he cannot be licked. There is something of the quality that is making a smash hit of Mr. Wookey on Broadway, in this picture of the middleclass Englishman, fighting the war on his own personal battleground. Good job. Publishers backing.