Jimmy Aubrey meeting the need of a populace who was waiting on Charlie's next big picture, dodges gang bangers and a series of pretty young athletic ladies working out and doing a random Isadora Duncan dance. Are Vitagraph title writers really tacky enough, therefore, to label this mishmash "The Chicken Parade"?
Comedy back in silent two reeler days was available in large quantities, and the second and third rank vendors produced stuff that was hugely variable. This one, oddly enough, is funny, because the comic understands timing, and actually gets the "dancer" part of the Chaplin persona and makes good use of it. The gags are simpler, for the most part, and in some places seem more Tex Avery than Chaplin. But one could see an alternate career path for Chaplin which produced movies that would have looked a lot like this.
Worth a look.