Written in 1926 or 27, this is an old-style tale of lost America. Joe and Frank are the two all-American boys, riding motorcycles, flirting with their best girls, having picnic lunches with their chums, chiding their ever-present-in-the-kitchen mother, fawning over their tough yet kind father, enlisting the help of their chubby car hobbyist friend, visiting gay actors on Broadway, being threatened by hobos in abandoned railroad water towers and helping out the poor family whose livelihood is threatened by the cranky rich recluse of Bayport, whose police dutifully arrest whomever he suspects of criminal acts. Pretty charming, nonetheless. Everyone, even the criminals, acts properly and politely, except for the boys themselves who are forced to prank the story scapegoat, an incompetent, prideful wanna-be detective, in order to stop him from interfering with their father's investigation.