Now is the time when the people in University Hall are spending their leisure hours sending out postcards telling students their marks in the recent examinations. If a postcard were to be published telling about the current bill at the University, it would probably read C plus or B minus, depending on whether one does not or one does like Jeanette MacDonald.

In "The Firefly" Jeanette MacDonald dances, sings, impersonates a night-spot entertainer, and incidentally rescues her native Spain from the ravages of the rapacious Emperor Napoleon of France by her Mata Hari sleuthing for the local military intelligence. Spain, as all the world knows, was overrun by Napoleon's armies, and subsequently rescued, amid much tumult and shouting and bombs bursting in air, by the iron Duke of Wellington. Many a time have we seen the good duke's armies cavorting on the silver screen, and never to such advantage as in "The Firefly." We feel, however, as one whose ancestors fought in the Peninsula Campaign under the aforementioned duke, that it was not altogether worth the candle. There is no reason why Spain should always be the football field for other nations' military escapades.

No reason, except that some future age may star a Jeanette MacDonald in a film of the war. Cast opposite Allan Jones, a spy for the French Army with whom she inconveniently but most romantically falls in love, in appropriate Spanish milien, she sings and dances her way to a victory for Wellington and the liberation of Spain. Other good performances are turned in by Warren William and Douglas Dumbrille as opposing members of the military profession. Yet Jeanette is the sole raison d'etre of the picture, and as a good performance of hers it deserves attention.

"Adventurous Blonde," third in a series of police-tabloid murder-romances, starring glamorous Glenda Farrell, rounds out the bill, and over this picture the curtain of charity should be drawn.