For its first third or so, this resembles the very corniest of short subjects from its day, or earlier. It elicits more groans than laughs.
Jack Haley has a nice comic touch as we all know but the material here is from hunger.
About a third of the way into it, Haley ends up in the title city. Marital squabbling is replaced by bank robbers and confused identities. When the Robbers, Haley, his wife, a sailor and his wife, the sheriff, and assorted others are running from room to room, it turns into a sort of French farce. Not a funny French farce, mind you. More "oh not THAT again" than "ooh-la-la." The supporting cast is amusing, in a very broad way. Haley's mother-in-law, an actress unknown to me, is a monster as intended and is quite funny.
It seems like an older crowd, however, and somehow the lovely young Anne Jeffries is made up or directed, or both, to seem tired and worn down like the others.
It's not offensive in any way. And I sat through the whole thing. So I guess the real joke was on me.