The undergraduate who has struggled through the spring performances of the Pudding and the Pi Eta without getting any satisfactory reaction from a deep voiced line of pesudo chorines will find in the new Vincent Club presentation of "Satni" at the Wilbur an amateur theatrical which it is a privilege and a joy to watch. It is a true privilege and a joy to watch. It is a true privilege, too, for until this year Vincent shows have been more strictly taboo for men than any Sultan's harem; it is to be hoped that the ban, once lifted, will not be reimposed.

"Satni" follows the new rule of the leading musical comedies on the stage today of dispensing with all but the bare outlines of a plot--a beautiful daughter, lost in Egypt when a child, is sought by her parents. She is found by her brother, who recognizes her song at a cabaret--and that's all there is to it. Mrs. Nevil lard has an opportunity in the part of Helea, the daughter, to do some excellent singing, and her voice is well above the standard of musical comedy heroines. Probably the best acting is done by Miss Helen Bennett, who plays the role of the brother.

Undoubtedly the feature of the production is the dancing. There is enough of it in the two acts to supply three ordinary musical shows and make any one a Droadway success. Seldom is it the privilege of a Boston audience to witness such a graceful exhibition as that givenly Miss Francesca Braggiotti in her "Spirit of the Nile" dance, and again, accompanied by her sister, in the tango in the second act. The "Waitress Dance," beautifully done by a chorus of ten, is the best bit of group dancing in the play. Then there is a performance by an "Octette" which makes the "Flonaltra" Sextet look miserable in comparison. Mention must also be made of the "Golliwog Dance," in which Miss Rosann Flike and Miss Lucy Ricketson star.

It is with hesitation that one would criticize any part of the play, but a review would would not be just that did not take notice of the two points in which it falls below its own standard. There is a lack of humor to liven the interludes between specialties, and it is to be regretted that, with so much talent to supply it, there is no original music from opening to final chorus. But on the whole, "Satni" as one of the best amateur performances which Boston has seen in years, would furnish a delightful afternoon's entertainment to the most misogymic undergraduate.