Rudolph Valentino was known for his sheiking; Douglas Fairbanks is known for trapezing; Pola Negri is known for her vampiring; Dorlores Del Rio is known for her shoulders; Clara Bow achieved fame through her possession of--something else. In "Get Your Man" now playing at the Metropolitan, Miss Bow scores again, but this time in a different manner than usual. The "it" girl is disappointingly lacking in those mannerisms and advertised characteristics which made her known, and the connoisseur who goes to see her at her best with "it" will return to his room with the feeling of the man who has just earned his first hundred--unsatisfied.

In this dashing Parisian Romance-Comedy, Miss Bow is as vivacious as ever, but less flippant, as Ioquacious but less boisterous, as charming but less bewitching. She gets her man, all right; when has Clara Bow not gotten her man? According to the typical Bow plot she dogs him, toys with him, and in order to get him almost weaves herself into her own web. But she gets her man!

The "gala stage features" tip the evening off in good form. They are a series of five performances containing an exceptionally fine group of acrobatic Japs and the "Carr Family", jig dancers par excellence. These, assisted by Gene Rodemich and his band, but with Gene less conspicious than usual, pleasingly add to the evening's entertainment.