Harold Levey

A satire on an ultra-modern, jazz-mad office; staid stenographers turn to singing and dancing, and dictation is given in rhyme.

Georgie Price tells Bryan Foy, who is to direct his short film, that he is nervous about performing to a camera and microphone instead of an audience. He then sings a couple songs, in an Al Jolson/Eddie Cantor style.

A satire on an ultra-modern, jazz-mad office; staid stenographers turn to singing and dancing, and dictation is given in rhyme.