You can pardon even Una Merkel's Southern accent at the University this week, because there are two other actors gracing the asbestos panel that more than make up for the not-too-beautiful cigarette girl. The first of these redeeming personalities is an old timer, just about as old as they come in point of service, none other than Harold Lloyd in "The Cat's Paw," a production adapted from a tale by Robert Louis Stevenson's modern counterpart in honesty, Clarence Buddington Kelland. The other propitiatory offering is a newcomer to the screen, but one on whom the Playgoer would bet his last and bottom dollar. She is Helen Trenholme, appearing with Warren William in "The Case of the Howling Dog."

Everybody except Freshmen know Harold Lloyd by heart. Some members of the Class of 1938 might even remember one of his productions. It is sufficient to say that he is unchanged, and those who enjoy a bolly-laugh at slapstick and rather primitive humor will not be disappointed in "The Cat's Paw."

"The Case of the Howling Dog" offers nothing but what its title suggests, except that it is a little more confusing. But if ever one player stood out from a picture and turned in a performance that gave every indication of future success, it is the youthful Miss Trenholme. She has added to an unusual piquant brunette beauty, the most perfectly natural attitude before a camera that has garnished a movie for some time.