The title of this film is very effectively made with pieces of orange peel, scattered about a board, seemingly drawn by magnetic attraction one towards another, until the title, “ORANGE PEEL,” appears on the screen. Then a boy is seen buying an orange, which he commences to peel, dropping each piece of peel on the pavement in malicious glee, not troubling himself about the consequences of his sport. An old gentleman approaches, slips on a peel and, in falling, brings down the nicely arranged shelves of a fruit store, scattering the fruit in all directions on the sidewalk. A chimney sweep with brushes and bag of soot comes whistling along, puts his foot on a piece of peel and falls. A gentleman with white vest, frock coat and silk hat is immediately behind the sweep, and receives the brush full on his chest, blackening with soot the immaculate vest and tie. A quarrel ensues, the sweeper apologizes, points to the peel and is forgiven. The old gent comes on the scene; on seeing the plight of the other two he explains that he also fell on a piece. They agree to go on the trail and punish the culprit. A milliner’s assistant with box pauses to tie her shoe lace, when a passing soldier slips on a peel and, in falling, smashes the box with the trimmed hat to the consternation of the girl. They also join in the hunt for the boy. A market woman with a box of eggs is seen busily engaged in vending same. The boy passes, drops piece of peel and vanishes; a gentleman walking leisurely along slips, on peel and, well the box of eggs is unsaleable. Nurse girls are seen with their charges in bassinets; the boy and peel appear on the scene. And old woman with basket of oranges is coming up steps of an area way, followed by dustman, who, on reaching top, slips on peel, drops his barrel of ashes onto a baby in a bassinet to the horror of the nursemaid, who rushes off with her charge. The boy comes before a gent who is eating an orange, drops a piece of peel at his feet, is called back and lectured on his carelessness. The victims of the boy following the trail of the pieces of peel left around, seeing here the man calmly enjoying his orange, and believing him to be the culprit, set upon him, carry him to a horse trough and dip him therein, to the delight of the boy, who wanders off until he comes to the place where the old orange vendor left her basket of oranges on the seat, helps himself thereto and enjoys with great gusto a feast of oranges.