A Rubber Company rolls into Atlantic City prepared for a siege. The mayor has just finished sending off another convention; he is weary, but he remembers the Maine and the bankrupt state of his city, so he bolsters himself. "Blah blah blah blah blah." "We know," shout back the rubberties," the key of the city is ours." And they rush off to a hotel.

Husbands desert their wives for lighter frays, liquors saturate the veins of these hardy Americans, and they occasionally gather to talk over business in a disorderly fashion. The president is a smug person who speaks of his respect for morals and is later discovered by one of his employees leaving the house of a certain madame who is a flea exterminator; the employee is immediately remunerated by receiving a much higher position in the company.... Sinclair Lewis might have written a similar story ten years ago; the satire is always obvious and amusing. There are several plots, all rather involved, but the movie has been assembled quite expertly and intelligently. The cast, with the exception of Adolphe Menjou who is a back slapping high-pressure salesman and quite unsuited to the part, could not have been better. Joan Blondell is a charming gold digger, and Guy Kibbee is as ludicrous as Harpo in his blonde chasing escapades.

Will Rogers in "Mr. Skitch, is, as usual, more of a toastmaster than an actor. He noseys around in his usual aimless fashion, scratches the back of his head and exhibits that sheepish Rogers smile. There is no doubt that as the writer of the Washington letter and the originator of a radio football game in which world celebrities take part he is a talented and versatile man. As such it is interesting to watch him parade his personality in "Mr. Skitch." Despite a few comedy situations and the presence of Zasu Pitts and Eugene Pallette, the film fails to hold any sustained pace.

The story involves a girl who does imitations of movie stars, the discovery that a boy thought to be poor is, in reality, a wealthy heir, and a tour through the auto camps of America with Mr. Rogers at the helm of the car. The trenchant political observations of the former mayor of Beverly break forth now and again, but the production is replete only with a lazy good humor which is not stimulating.