Another technicolor saga of nineteenth century industrialism bites the dust at the U.T. this week. After the Pony Express and the first railroad had made several western trips on the screen, it remained for some producer to string the first continental telegraph. "Western Union" serves this purpose, without doing much more than that. Replete with Indians, bison, love interest and a dudish Harvard graduate, it is hardly epic, but does provide a pleasantly wool-tingling story.

Randolph Scott is the main rider of the range, and treats every crisis with a cool and studied calm. Unfortunately for himself and the lady of the piece, however, his last crisis, when he shoots it out with a wayward brother, does him in. Said lady is thereby left to the endearments of the smooth but sturdy Harvardman, played by Robert Young and his most insipid smirk. The lady is an unknown by the name of Virginia Gilmore, who is blonde if nothing else. Dean Jagger is the capable Western Union boss through all trials and tribulations and does a very workmanlike job of it.

The other half of the screen show, "Honeymoon for Three," is a rather unsuccessful attempt to fit Ann Sheridan into the role of a comedienne. Her companion, George Brent, is very little help in telling the story of a women-chased author trying to decide where his love lies. The odd party of the honeymoon, one Osa Massen, would have been a much better choice, but he just doesn't realize it. However, nothing he could do would make the picture more than mildly amusing.