The Crimson Playgoer

Boston says "she's our weakness now" but Paramount's "friskiest, fastest" comedy fails to hit the high spots promised by it. Clara Bow is a nice little girl out of her element as a hostess in a dance hall, and it seems that she is misunderstood. After the local swains have attempted to discover the talent hidden behind a demure exterior; it finally turns out that the right party happens along, and after the usual expected and unexpected misunderstandings and controversies, the show is at an end.

James Hall as a Hollywood gob takes the mariner's roll with wind abeam, while the supperting cast fits into the picture with only a few jars.

The stage show somewhat relieves the atmosphere with a well ordered and well served bill of fare. An Oriental dance suffices to turn the mind away from the terrors of the day, while a guitar duet with the typical songs in the shade, may satisfy the weltschmerz of a freshman out of sorts.--C. M. U.