If a Harvard student, about to marry an heiress, were to give up his prospective marriage at graduation in favour of post-graduate work in Bio-Chem, he would be eligible for a nurses training school and presumably for the job of nurse. That is precisely what Loretta Young does in this tale of youth, hospitals, twelve o'clock scandals, overdoses and frequent shots of an oily Florence Nightingale. Boston blue-bloods should take note of John Boles as John Hall, 3rd, and follow his lead with regard to the perfect social marriage by taking a train to Union City, which combines the advantages of the sea-side, the middle west, and a nurses' training school. Honour students should be humiliated. They would never last a minute at a nurses' college.

Loretta Young is beautiful and despite a lack of parents, home, etc., manages to sport some pretty capable evening dresses. Jane Darwell is a new hard-boiled mother discovery who is convincing. The school has a remarkably high standard of looks and reassures one with regard to America's reputation for feminine beauty. After all, these are just nurses, what must our movie stars be like? Girls will enjoy the "White Parade" but owing to its unflattering conclusion, the male sex had better go stag. No one minds a nurse becoming a wife, but who wants to see such a perfect wife becoming a nurse, least of all a polo player.