Bill Grogan, a happy hobo, having successfully eluded all sorts of allurements to go to work and having discharged himself from several easy jobs after numerous attempts to get painlessly injured, frightens a chauffeur into believing that he had been injured by a baby carriage. Eventually he reaches the limit of his restful ambition by getting a cot in a hospital. This is much to his liking and sufficiently diverting, for he almost founders in eating the delicacies prepared for other patients. His first rude jar comes when the visiting interne orders that he is not to be fed for twenty-four hours. Bill thereupon concludes that life in a hospital is not a snap and the doctor, finding the nature of the hobo, announces he proposes to operate on him. Thereupon Bill's troubles commence to thicken when he is strapped to an iron table and thoroughly renovated with dog soap applied with steel brushes. Eventually he flees from his tormentors, a sadder but a cleaner man.