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A staccato symphony of ink-stained elbows and pneumatic tubes, BIDE DUDLEY and TOM BRET’S one-reel curio pins its fragile narrative to the starched collar of BOBBY, a mailroom Icarus who dreams of corner-office constellations inside a Lower-Broadway skyscraper. From the first iris-in, the film treats Manhattan as a vertical labyrinth: mahogany doors slam like iron gates, elevator cages rattle like medieval portcullises, and the clatter of typewriters becomes a percussive warning that every rung on the corporate ladder is greased with invisible ink. Bobby—played by JOHNNY DOOLEY with the elastic eyebrows of a born pantomimist—navigates this maze armed only with a perky gait and a carnation that keeps wilting in the carbon-paper atmosphere. The plot, as slender as a pay-slip, follows the boy’s attempt to deliver an urgent contract to the 27th floor before the 5 p.m. whistle, a quest complicated by flirtatious stenographers, a kleptomaniacal bookkeeper, and a monocled vice-president who mistakes Bobby for a stock-touting prodigy. Intercut with pratfall montages and shadow-drenched corridor chases, the film blossoms into a pocket-sized meditation on class vertigo: the higher Bobby climbs, the steeper the social precipice yawns beneath him. When the clock strikes five, success hinges not on muscle or wit but on a single act of self-erasure—our hero literally vanishes into a ledger, becoming a rubber-stamped silhouette—leaving the viewer suspended between slapstick delight and a chill recognition that the American office devours its own.
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