Plot

A famous sculptor here we see Professor Henry Clay Debris; of clay he takes a shapeless pulp and from it sculpts a little sculp. Fair Flossie now we introduce; for men of clay she has no use. A live one she prefers, you see, but quite unknown to Pop Debris. The sculptor's model, Tommy Keefe, is posing as "The Indian Chief." He'd pose all day without a sound as long as Flossie sticks around. Our janitors now make their bow, who like all janitors, allow their work can all be done next week; and so they're playing hide and seek. His masterpiece completion nears and as the sculptor sculpts and smears, the lovers steal a kiss so sly. What's this? The old man hits the sky. 'Twas Fate that brought Ham to the scene, for in a flash Debris has seen in this great mass of brawn and beef the model of his Indian chief. "Your name," he cried in accents full, "My name," said Ham, "Is Trowing Bull." Now Flossie looks at Dad's new chief and straightaway forgets her grief. Meanwhile Bud's search of every floor reveals no ponderous janitor. Almost despairing he finds his man posing as an Indian and while the battle rages there Tommy carries off the maiden fair. To shout and swear is of no use and so our intimates find good excuse to frisk and frolic on the lawn the while a cop looks calmly on.—Moving Picture World synopsis