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The Moviegoer

AT KEITH'S MEMORIAL

Now that Shirley Temple has grown up, it is time that Hollywood stopped exploiting her round little face, took about fifteen pounds off her, and let her act. If she were given a chance, Miss Temple could act very well, as she proved in "Wee Willie Winkie"; but too often she is thrown into a saccarhine musical cocktail just to appease the Tired Business Man. Such a picture is "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm."

Accepting nothing but the title of Kate Douglas Wiggin's pig-tailed story, "Rebecca" makes a brave effort to amuse. Surrounded by pleasant people (Gloria Stuart, Randolph Scott, Bill Robinson, Slim Summerville), Miss Temple gives a mature and finished performance within a plot that seems somewhat septuagenarian. It is about Little Miss America, her starched Aunt Miranda, and a vigorous radio executive, and it ends in music.

The stage show, featuring the fifty-nine-year-old Bill Robinson, grandest tap-dancer of them all, is worth it.

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