Summary
In a cramped boarding-house parlor that reeks of boiled cabbage and cheap cigars, the Hallroom Boys—those eternal vagabonds of nickelodeon comedy—huddle around a spinning top like pagan priests divining fate. The game is Put and Take: each face of the little wooden demon commands either a copper ante or a jackpot haul, and the clatter of the toy becomes a clanging stock-exchange bell for boys who have never seen Wall Street yet already understand its gospel of risk. Harry McCoy, all darting eyes and jack-rabbit limbs, crows victory after victory, while Sidney Smith’s moon-pie face melts from glee to suspicion as the pile of pennies migrates across the oilcloth. When the top finally skitters off the table and cracks on the scuffed floorboards, its secret is bared: every side bears the same etched injunction—TAKE ALL. No put, no give, only rapacious appetite encoded in miniature. The gag is less a punch-line than a moral autopsy: the boys have been fleecing one another with a rigged oracle of chance, a capitalist ouroboros that devours even the illusion of reciprocity. Their instant transition from gamblers to vigilantes is filmed in one unblinking wide shot; the camera does not track or cut, it simply stares like a landlord counting rent. In the ensuing scrum—arms, suspenders, flying spit—the top is re-appropriated as both evidence and weapon, yet the viewer intuits that the next spin will still read TAKE ALL, because the game was never in the toy but in the marrow. Thus the eleven-minute ribbon ends, not with restitution, but with the lads chasing each other into the hallway, pockets newly empty, howling laughter that sounds remarkably like weeping.
Synopsis
The Hallroom boys play "Put and Take" until their top is discovered to have all its sides marked "Take All."
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