This Gaumont split-reel has the rather tweedy and uncertain Mr. Smith on his first hunting trip, The ghillies tell him he doesn't need to aim, and when he follows their instructions, not only is he pelted with a zillion carcasses, but he goes mad and imagines he sees rabbits, millions and millions of rabbits (Hey, look, Doc! I'm multiplying!) and he lets loose repeatedly, at the wrong place and time.
It's impossible to draw any comic moral from this split-reel effort, since it doesn't have any time for anything but set-up, punchline and capper, but if you're looking for a rough and ready comedy, this gets the job done.
It's impossible to draw any comic moral from this split-reel effort, since it doesn't have any time for anything but set-up, punchline and capper, but if you're looking for a rough and ready comedy, this gets the job done.
