A fast-talking, wise-cracking newspaper story traces the bizarre development of a cub reporter. Lawrence Redcliff Mason III, through some accidental coups, shows that he has a real gift; he is captured by a gang of crooks and captures them in turn; duplicates this feat with a rebel dictator on an island; and during the bumblingly uncovers a spy ring. But post-war Mason, now famous, decides to enter politics and his gift proves to be a kind of maniacal disregard for reality, and a hypnotic crowd appeal. Mason runs for Congress on a For the People, Anti-Negro platform and, after a hysterical rally at Madison Square Garden, even manages to sway some of the Negro vote toward him. Next he runs for President on an anti-Irish program. All of this manages some obvious parody on some of the more disreputable manifestations of our time (Huey Long, McCarthy, Birch Society, etc.), with the shades of public belief-disbelief well drawn. But the story itself peters off into Mason's improbable escape and he is last seen as a private lunatic, planning to bore to the center of the earth. It is never much more than slick, slam-bang entertainment.