At the U.T.

Many movies ago, we were duly convinced that the American schoolmarm is a figure of heroic proportions. It is she, we found, who tirelessly molds our youth and starts it on the familiar path from red-brick school to White House. Always she sacrifices; always she loses her lover; always she is honored at the final fade-out.

Either we never learned this lesson thoroughly, or sentimental woman-teachers are particularly strong at the box-office--for, "Remember the Day" is blandly offered up in the precise image of its forbears. It is, nevertheless, mildly palatable in a quiet, labored way--maudlin poppycock, but poppycock creditably brightened by the clever style of Claudette Colbert.

Probably because she doesn't take her role too seriously, Miss Colbert makes a more human schoolmarm than any of her predecessors. Less can be said for Lieutenant Ray Milland, whose death in World War I hardly seems a loss to audience, picture, or Miss Colbert.

"Paris Calling," another anti-Nazi melodrama, presents a half-hour of magnificently directed bombing scenes, before degenerating to the usual mad succession of miracles and cliches. Elizabeth Bergner and Randolph Scott, both rather, hard to look at, provide the clinches.