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"The Kid" 129
away. The car is stolen, and when the thieves, stopping in a slum district, discover the baby, they leave it beside a refuse can in an alley.
Here a shabby but debonair Tramp appears, taking his morning promenade. As he ambles forward swinging his cane, he ducks cascades of garbage from windows above. Suavely he removes his fingerless gloves and, opening a sardine-can cigarette case, he picks out a butt. About to put his gloves in his pocket, he gives them a disparaging glance and tosses them into a refuse can. The baby's cries bring him to the bundle near by. Glancing up at a window, he lifts the baby and places it in a carriage with another infant, but the angry mother denies that it is hers and the Tramp is forced to take back the bundle. About to return it to the carriage, a cop passes and he hastily picks the baby up again. He asks an old man to hold the infant while he fixes his shoe — then runs off and hides in a shed. The old man places the bundle once more in the carriage and the woman, finding it there, blames the Tramp and beats him with her umbrella. The cop, summoned to the scene, forces him to take the baby once more. The Tramp, sitting on the curb, wonders whether to toss his burden down the manhole. Glancing at the baby, he finds the note.
Meanwhile the distraught mother contemplates suicide off a high bridge. A child, wandering from its nurse, tugs at her feet. Her maternal instincts suddenly obliterate thoughts of disgrace and death. Running back to the house in front of which the auto was parked she faints on the doorstep on learning that the car was stolen.
In the Tramp's slum garret the baby swings in a homemade hammock with a nursing bottle contrived from a coffee pot suspended from a string. As he cuts up cloth into diapers, he makes faces at the baby. Patting the bottom of the hammock, he has to wipe his hand. To