In searching around for nice things to say about this week's Fenway program, it seems on the whole best to dwell on Leatrice Joy's "Made for Love" and leave "The Red Kimono" (Is that the way you spell "Kimono"?) discreetly in the background. Discussing even this one, it will be necessary to tread cautiously. It would be easy to get unpleasant, and that wouldn't do at all because just now the Playgoer editor is conducting a campaign to be as nice as possible to everybody and try to remove this department's reputation for cynicism and general all-round bad temper.

To begin with, "Made For Love" has to do with the pyramids, desert Bedouins, the Valley of the Kings, and such things, which, as everyone knows, are fascinating subjects and enough to make a wow of any movie. Leatrice Joy is a sinuous and seductive heroine with a surprising hair cut. She doesn't look at all, like a star of other days staging a come-back. Opposite her la Edmund Burns whose handsome face has a tendency to fall into a peculiar half sour expression which reminded us of the new explanation of the physiognomy of a certain famous--well, not statesman exactly; to wit, that he was weaned on a pickle.

At this point we had intended originally to insert a few paragraphs from a recent work of ours on "The Cattle Industry in Relation to Westward Migration 1650-1673". But perhaps it would be just as well to stop right here. . . . Oh yes, just a word about "The Red Kimono". It is a sermon by Mrs. Wallace Reid on the life of the streetwalker and its attendant evils. Being a bit irrelevant as far as we were concerned, it didn't get a very vital grip on our interest, except as it distressed whatever feelings we have for art in the movies.

There wasn't any "Felix" cartoon on the program.