Walter Winchell appears as himself, haunting the night spots of Broadway, getting the dope on everyone and hob-nobbing with swells and racketeers in this short. He's met Joan Castle, a tyro on the Broadway beat from a hick town, and he gets a kick out of showing off his connections.
Paul Whiteman and his orchestra offer a few songs in this one, and Ruth Etting and a few other current celebrities show their faces. It's the sort of a movie that was meant for Universal Picture's bread-and-butter market, the independent movie theater that changed its program several times a week and whose audiences would appreciate the view of sophistication -- and the cute gag at the end, aimed at the sophisticated swells.