I saw this with live accompaniment at the Cleveland Cinematheque. This is the first of three silent features in which Langdon broke with Frank Capra and decided to direct himself to be like the more talented Chaplin. Arthur Ripley who got his start as a gag writer for Mack Sennett just like Capra continued to write for Langdon, but Langdon isn't as successful at combining the laughter and the tears. There are some good physical gags to be found here, however not enough. Harry takes in a young woman and her newborn from a snowstorm. He dreams with childlike naiveté that the woman's husband, who got cold feet with the news of needing to support a little one, is a caricature villain in a black hat, and that he, Harry, can form a tight-knit family with the woman he's never met before. It strains credulity and my patience. After reading Frank Capra's autobiography, I may give Langdon another chance with one or two of his earlier films.