Mr. X. is so ticklish that even the thought of anything touching him has the effect of throwing him into paroxysms of laughter. Trying on gloves or being measured for a suit are exceptionally hard propositions for him, while being crazed by a lady's hat feather throws him on the ground and starts him rolling in a very laughable manner. Finally, when struck by an automobile and apparently killed, his wife brings him to life again by tickling the soles of his feet.