In the first of the double bill at Keith Memorial Victor Moore and Helen Broderick give their usual clever performance to hold together a weak and long-drawn adaptation of "Ladies of the Jury." The plot, for all those who are not acquainted with it, is another development of the old woman's-intuition-to-decide-a-woman's-fate attitude taken by American juries, and makes use of the usual Moore antics to prove that the jury decided a cause upon anything except the evidence. Unfortunately for the logic of the burlesque, the jury decides right, the true murderer is discovered because Victor Moore, as Mr. Beaver, is able to prove that no man can get upstairs, get undressed, take a shower, and get into his pajamas, all in six minutes and a half. In spite of the paucity of the plot, Helen Broderick as Mrs. Dean, the motivating force of the jury, and Victor Moore make the play pleasant, if simple entertainment.

The main billing of the evening, "Sea Devils," goes in for the usual he-man McLaglen activities with the Coast Guard offering a convenient excuse for several good shots of icebergs, ships in distress, breeches buoy, and dozens of manly blows between the smiling Tim O'Shay, (Preston Foster) and Bo'suns Mate Malone (McLaglen). Ida Lupino as "Doris," Malone's daughter, acts as a rather insipid if adequate apex of the eternal triangle over which Malone, the father, tries to exercise parental influence. In spite of the overworked sickbed, hero, and may-the-best-man-win falderol the picture is satisfactory and fills the time between 8 and 11 as well as most.