Any boy and girl together who are looking for a pleasant evening on this last weekend will find it by playing around with Ed Wynn's "Boys and Girls Together." Or, more particularly, with Ed Wynn himself, who is the show, the whole show, and a perfect fool in the process. On the radio he may be pretty bad, but on the boards he has the charm of Mickey Rooney, and ordinary people can only wonder how a man can stand, practically alone, on a stage for three hours, talking and waving his arms feebly, and never letting his audience down for an uninterrupted breath.

After all, there is no other fool such as he. Anyone else would be ashamed to admit responsibility for the inanities he concocts. Kid stuff through and through--pianos on bicycls, pretzel-shaped air rifles, and baggy pants. But funny withal, and all because Mr. Wynn thought of it and does it.

His revue is a burlesque show of the very best sort, with the same sort of humor--reasonably clean, of course--and the same sort of vaudeville. Unlike the Old Howard, it also displays some beautiful and seductive women. For the rest, however, it consists of the usual acrobats, guitar players, slapstick comics, and tap dancers. The De Marcos come down from the St. Regis and live to do a very nice bit of dancing. A troupe of jugglers awes very efficiently. Jane Pickens is lovely to look at and O.K. for listening, too, except when she teams up with some tenor fellow who flats around here and there as the show's romantic lead.

There are parts that drag, but not too many, considering the fact that all musical revues are fated to bore some people some of the time. In these times of stress, too, Ed Wynn usually wanders on the stage of his friend, Mr. Shubert, and saves the act with an ice-cream oil slicker or his eyebrows. Eleanor Roosevelt is sure to like it.