All the ranting and roaring which has confined itself to Chez Firchouse in New York for the last four years was suddenly unleashed at Sanders Theatre last night in the shape of "Too Much Johnson," the Dramatic Club's second production of the year.

Despite the fact that Jawn rhymes with corn and that Mr. William Gillette is not the greatest pen-pusher of the last age, "Too Much Johnson" is liable to start you on a laughing jag. Just get in the spirit of the thing. It's blessed with a villain who commands his plantation slaves by shooting a gun over their heads, a blushing damsel, a Frenchman with mustachios and a hero who extricates himself from spots tighter than his 1890 pants. The farce is flavored with one ridiculous situation after another, though it must be admitted that by the end of the second act the punch has waned and only some commendable acting keeps the seats bouncing.

Ellis Robinson as Augustus Billings (who spends the whole night trying to get out of a scrape with a little French girl) gets in a neat piece of acting. Others like the villain Johnson, played by Richard Wiechmann, mother-in-law Charlotte Armstrong or demure Claire Johnston have little chance at anything but a blush or a shrick. But they and the whole cast, in fact, can do this to a T.

If you want to know how to explain that perfumed letter to your mother-in-law, you can learn from "Too Much Johnson." It's not Saroyan but it's got more laughs than folks like Mrs. George S. Kaufmann can whip into a play, and that ain't hay.