Mediocrity is the order of the evening at the Majestic Theatre, for the present at least. "Cafe de Danse" is mildly amusing in spots, but in its present form presents no startling features.

The plot is unconvincing enough to form the basis of any musical comedy, and, as a matter of fact, may well have served as such at one time or another, but then this isn't a musical comedy. There is some music, to be sure, furnished, according to the program, by Ben Bernie's Seville Orchestra (not to be confused with his Hotel Roosevelt Orchestra). It isn't very tuneful but affords an opportunity for some good xylophoning.

As its name suggests the show is supposed to represent, though not too seriously, cafe life. This time it's in Spain and no worse on that account than if it were in Paris. Frequent references to "climbing the stairs to the little room above" keep the moral tone sufficiently low to satisfy those who wouldn't be otherwise satisfied.

The cigarette girl, who has always wanted to be a dancer, crashes through in the final act when the star falls to appear and she's really much better anyway, as we knew she would be. The same young lady is the high light of the evening, being extremely pleasant to look upon and quite in evidence most of the time. She also performs several Spanish dances, clicking castanettes and swinging about in the traditional fashion. If you're an expert on such dances you'll know more about how good they are than we did.