The husky crooning of Bing Crosby which sends so many feminine hearts into unbelievable flip-flops will subside in the fadeout of "Two For To-Night" at the Met this evening, only to begin again tomorrow with the opening scene of "The Big Broadcast of 1936." In a story which hangs together all too precariously for the plot lover, a group of seasoned and superior troupers manage to present a satisfying evening's entertainment.

Many of the big names are disappointing. Ray Noble, however, leaves nothing to be desired in the presentation of two nice new rhythms. The irrepressible Jack Oakie is definitely up to snuff, and Bill Robinson, a colored tap dancer is capable of making you wonder what all the noise about Fred Astaire is really for.

The new "Big Broadcast" lacks the novelty of the last "Big Broadcast." It is obvious, however, that the producers have attempted to make up the shortcoming in big names. It is somewhat disconcerting to the inveterate moviegoer to see such stars as Ruggles and Boland, Amos and Andy, Burns and Allen, Ethel Merman and Jessica Dragonette doing bits.

The stage show is, well, the stage show is Morton Downey. And if one likes male Irish sopranos he will no doubt find the stage show interesting. As usual the ensemble, and the best in these parts, does a neat bit of stepping.