There are six acts of vaudeville on the bill this week at the B. F. Keith Memorial Theatre. One of them is very very good, and the rest are horrid. Only we really don't mean that. Out of the five horrid ones there are two that are pretty fair. One is the Misses Kouns who sing songs of old in a very sweet way, and the other is a dance act by Fowler and Tamara. These latter do all manner of things with the castanets and some dancing besides. We could say a few things about the other acts being Fowler or about not putting off till Tamara etc. but we won't.

In addition to all this there is a dog act, one Jack Osterman whose patter is pretty dreadful, and Miss Sylvia Clark who may possibly have feelings so we just won't say anything. The good act is an acrobatic one in which one Pete Michon succeeds in throwing himself about the stage in a manner never to be equalled again, unless he comes around for a return engagement.

The picture shown is Adolphe Menjou in "His Private Life" and is a rather amusing Parisian farce. It is considerably better than the average comedy served, and one of the better Menjou offerings.