Cab Calloway, the hi-de-ho man who brought Minnie the Moocher everlasting fame, occupies the stage of the Boston Theater this week along wit a newspaper film, "Woman Wise". Calloway sings and struts to a number of Harlem favorites with a little more restraint than usual, introduces six lindy hoppers, who add considerable zest to the program, and presents a home-made band which nearly steals the show. This group, led by a colored gentleman who is even lazier than Steppin Fetchil, swings high and swings low on a washboard, a couple of toy trumpets, a guitar, a decrepit piano, and a siap bass.
"Woman Wise" gives a new slant on the newspaper business. A sports editor (Michael Whalen) grafts a percentage from fight promoters on the threat that he will give them no publicity in his paper. Despite this highly improbable theme, things move along rapidly and in a highly entertaining fashion.
Paired with Whalen in the sports department is Rochelle Hudson, the daughter of a former fistic champion, who boasts a mean right book--undoubtedly hereditary. This she uses to advantage against her boss, against "the other woman", and in sobering drunks. Yet with it all she retains much of her ingenuous charm and would appear to be a welcome addition to the sports department of any newspaper--this one anyway.
Oddly enough this cinematic newspaper, the Globe retains a slight air of dignity absent from its recent predecessors. Even the somewhat hardened sports writers fail to strip to their undershirts and toss off innumerable hookers of whiskey as the pressure of the deadline approaches. Perhaps that is because Miss Hudson is present.
The last word in Hollywood comic invention is a shot of Whalen attired in a donkey's head and Hudson crowned with an admiral's hat riding home in a milk wagon early in the morning. Squeezed in behind them is an enthusiastic three piece orchestra and a crooner. This will either strike you as the funniest bit of farce in recent months or the stupidest. At any rate, it is extraordinary.