The Boob Weekly

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The reel, which is a burlesque on current news events, starts with the entrance of R.D. Goldberg, the cartoonist, to his office. He is attired in a frock coat and striped trousers, the dignity of which is belied by his contagious smile and the title which follows: "When you see the cartoonist you will probably think the secret of his genius lies in the peculiar cut of his coat. But it doesn't; it is not his own coat." He sits down to draw, but finds he has no ink. This is an awful state of affairs, and he calls the negro porter to his aid. So pathetic does he make his want known that the dusky one is moved to tears, and saves the situation, for he weeps the precious fluid. Goldberg gets enough to work with and dismisses the dinge with this injunction: "Cry a little later on, I might want to shine my shoes." Then comes the cartoon itself, a few of the titles of which may give a faint idea of the action they describe. Simp City, Texas: One-week old son of Mr. and Mrs. Hannibal M. Sawdust, showing the result of the new scientific method of bringing up a child on powdered pool balls and sterilized bay rum. This infant at the age of one week uses a safety razor and plays a good game of pinochle. A Study in Natural History: Trapping the wild African collar-button in the haberdashery fields of the Umslopogus. The collar-button is near sighted and is easily fooled. Paris Fashions Direct from Hoboken: Something smart and snappy to be worn while being beaten by your husband. The Shoplifter's Muff: It can hold anything but a grand piano.