George Arliss is a French tramp on his way south for the winter with his friend, Gene Gerrard. He has just mended a bowl for Viola Keats, and talked about life, for which she has given him lunch and five francs, when Gerrard and he are seized by the police. When he gives them his identity card, they cannot believe his name is Francois Rothschild, so they consult with that august bank, who find him a harmless loon, write him a check for two thousand francs, and send them on his way. Arliss just wants to be on his way, but Gerrard sees this as a chance to return to a normal life, so they deposit the check in Frank Cellier's bank. Cellier is one of those evil bankers, and he has a major swindle afoot. His company, though is basically bankrupt. If only he can persuade this scion of the Rothschilds to become president, he can delay the dread day until after his swindle is complete. Arliss refuses. Then he comes to realize that the swindle is against the nice Miss Keats and accepts, hoping he can do her a good turn.
Two years earlier, Arliss had starred in THE HOUSE OF ROTHSCHILD. Here he was at the same old stand, but in modern dress ... although the old clothes he wears in his tramp persona look worn enough that they might date from the Napoleonic wars. Nonetheless, it's a modern-dress comedy, and what makes it so very telling is the character that Arliss plays. It's like his character in all his modern-dress movies. He's amiable. He's in favor of young love. He likes honest dealings and like a drunk in a brawl, open, rancor-free fighting. He knows what he likes -- here, it's to go south, where it's warm, at least until the spring -- and if it doesn't comport well with other people's goals, well, that's all right. They may think him wrong, but he's old enough to know his own mind, and to know that he's right. And, in the end, he'll get his way. The young people will get married, the greedy will be broken, and he'll be on his way south. Because, after all, he has the screenwriters on his side.