After such a revival of Gilbert and Sullivan as Boston has just witnessed, the Playgoer approaches the newer musical offerings with an extremely critical eye. In such a spirit he went to see The DuBarry, and found it not wanting in pleasant tunes and witty lines.

Mr. Morris Green has effected an excellent production of an extremely uneven book. Whatever the play may have been in the original German, it has become in English a curious mixture of heavy-handed love-scenes and theatrical seduction--scenes alternating with bits as deft and sophisticated as you could wish. A string of witty lines follows theatrics in the style of the old snowstorm melodrama.

Miss Moore lends a lovely voice and a telling stage-presence to a production that has been lavishly mounted in all of its fourteen scenes,--scenes which range from a salon of ill-fame in the Ziegfold manner to an ethereal ballet in the Garden of the Palace Luciennes. The play tells only the happy hours in the rise of the milliner Jeanne; and as the curtain falls, she is still The DuBarry, mistress of her fate and of her king.

There are enough good tunes to keep Miss Moore's voice occupied, though you must expect no such light, such elusive bouquet as comes from the vintage of old Savoy. G. G. B.