The world has conspired against poor Timothy Higgins and he has no choice but to hang himself. Always the dramatist, he chooses his own 9th birthday party as his stage. If you find this funny, good. If you’re offended, it’s okay—our paths were never meant to cross.
The Torontoist said: “A miniature masterpiece. The self-explanatory story is a wonder, and if Jamie Travis isn’t the next big thing we’ll be entirely gutted.”
Meanwhile near Erba…
Look out for cars (1930)