Here is as good-natured a show as was ever fished out of fresh water. Like most things fished out of freshwater, it is inclined to be a bit wet, but it is all right for Harvard undergraduates who want to see what college is really like.

There is a college president who will get fired if his institution loses its objective game of the football season, and a football team which plays because a woman's eyes are bright, and a Palm-olive halfback who wears an assumed name and a mean look and recovers a jumble and makes a touchdown, and saves the game, and the woman, while the audience holds everything in suspense.

The divertissement embodies the usual dancing chorus, better than usual, and impressions of Ted Lewis and Eddie Leonard, and some community singing which doesn't sound at all bad in the dark. But it was the pants that got his reviewer. The pants are worn by two gentlemen named Herman and Seaman, or something like that, and you never saw two men do more with two pairs of pants in your life. They climb around in and on each other, and emerge from the scrimmage germinated in each other's nether clothing.

Miss Cogtello is the kind of daughter which college presidents seldom have and the action pictures of the football game, with people dying all over the place for dear old Atwater, are excellent. But it is the pants, the pants, that save the evening