If you liked "No, No, Nanette," there isn't much point in seeing The "Queen High" imitation of it. The music can be had on phonograph records, and the wise cracks, though funny in their setting, aren't pointed enough to repeat at Christmas parties. If you didn't like "No, No, Nanette," you'll be bored by this one.

"Queen High" is respectable, comfortable and fairly amusing. It's just the sort of taking to take your mother to when she visits you for over the weekend. Neither of you will have the opportunity to blush, and the sight of Julia Sanderson again will make your ma-ma recall the first time your father took her to the theater.

The plot is an adaptation from "A Pair of Sixes" and concerns two hard-boiled gents who are partners in the Eureka Garter Company. Garters mean models to show the garters off and models to show the garters off and models mean girlies, but the girlies don't mean anything. The only chance for a thriller in all this respectability is lost when you discover that these before mentioned models are all done up in muslin and that their bare backs are strung across with pink and white ribbons. Well, anyway, these partners get sorer and sorer at one another until they resolve to split the business. Their lawyer-proposes a poker game, the partners play and brother Johns loses to brother Nettleton. By the contract, Johns becomes Nettleton's butler for one year, paying the sum of one hundred dollars for every act of unsubordination. The bill runs high. Johns is subjected to every indignity, including a meeting with his flancee in his houseman's garb, until he arouses his master's suspicion by being polite. The discovery that the contract is illegal is a cue for everybody to rejoice and join, in the finale.

John Hazard and Frank Crumit, who play the Nettleton Johns outfit, are surprisingly natural in their actions except for too much winking at the audience Mile. Sanderson was on hand occasionally with her perennial charm and a good voice. She was called back four or five times for the song in which she hinted that she was a lady. Polly and Dick, the office-hands, were nice youngsters who insisted on missing the last note of every song. Coddles, the coo-coo maid stumbled around in mad gyrations and burlesque ballets until Ye Wilbur threatened to collapse on its foundations. The rest of the cast and the chorus were mediocre and badly dressed with all the old dance steps and shake-your-finger-at-the-audience tricks that have ever been seen. There are some very catchy tunes(especially "Cross Your Heart", that everybody hums as he files out to the street. But by the time you get to park Street they're forgotten