The Boob and the Baker

Filled with the sort of fun so greatly in demand and likewise so difficult to create. The mirth is continuous, and unusually hearty. Russell Powell is the fat man who wanders into a bakery and gets into an altercation with a boob. Dave Morris is the Boob, and he is the real thing; there's no doubt about that. He investigates the money drawer from the front of the desk; he makes his selection of cigars and of cakes, and you wonder not so much where as how he puts them away. His troubles really begin, however, when he intimates to the boss that a certain young woman has most positively charmed him. It just happens to be the boss's wife. A loaf of bread containing a bag or more of flour lands on the head of the Boob. Killed, he seems to be. The baker stows him into the great oven, the better to remove some of the more material evidence of the crime. Flames have no terror for the Boob, however, for he gets out very sleepily and crawls into a trough of dough, lays down and slumbers. It's a good, soft bed; it should be, there's more than a barrel of flour in it. Don't miss the Boob, for you'll miss a laugh if you do. - The Moving Picture World, January 23, 1915