From the names-of-the great inconspicuous who were connected with this bit, we had a premonition days before hand that three hours at the Shubert might be uncomfortable. They were; they were worse than that. And because the young person with whom we went insisted upon sticking the whole thing through, we had to stay beyond the end of the first act. There are three acts, too.

It is another one of those musical plays based on the mythical kingdom of Cascara. The dear little princess has to marry the prince whom she has never seen and detests anyhow; and of course all through the first two acts he is there as the iceman and she falls for him. If you have an English A section man or a tutor or any other suitable person who has done you dirt, take him here and let him stew for three hours. He will be remarkably decent to you after that.

From Row Q (seventeenth row, rise please) there was one consoling feature. The leading lady, one Jeanette Macdonald, seemed remarkably good to look upon. Of course the seventeenth row has certain disadvantages for such observation, but she really was quite good. Only one other feature can possibly be mentioned within a city block of the word "good" and that is a group of what are billed as Chester Hale Girls. They do a few very well executed dances.

The Atlantic City Press-Union is reported to have said: "Tuneful melodies have been provided for "The Queen's Taste" and they are sung in a way to be remembered." That's just it; we remembered every one of them from some show we had seen last year.