Between delivering purchases of calf brains to customers of the butcher shop where he worked, Fatty makes sheep-eyes at the pretty cashier. He sent her mash notes on wrapping paper by the change carrier and incurred the enmity of the careless clerk. The clerk told the proprietor, and so on. Just a gatling-gun comedy with a sure-fire comedian. (Print Ad-Hearst's Sunday American, ((Atlanta, Ga.)) 29 April 1917)