Almost everyone has a baby in "Three's A Family." This satire on war-time reproduction has its moments of humor but for most of its three acts, it resolves itself into a puzzle as to which of the comely young women who pass on the stage will be the next to give birth.

Not only is the increased population satirized but the crowded housing conditions are also subjected to fun-poking. The plot concerns an Army officer who comes home on furlough just after his wife has had a blessed event. From then on, complications galore set in and every casual visitor to the household becomes involved. Before the evening is over, the apartment is filled with expectants, while an aged and feeble doctor, who steals the show, tries to cope with their difficulties.

Owing to war time emergencies, the physician is the only M.D. in town and though 70 years old, blind, half deaf and ignorant of all medical knowledge of the last half century, he manages to deliver all the babies successfully. Typical of his brand of medicine is his reply to an anxious patient who calls him up and asks. "Junior just throw up, doctor. What should I do?" "Clean it up," snaps the tottering doctor as he pursues his work.

Repetition does not breed reward in this case. With continual emphasis on the same theme the humor palls somewhat but the authors have introduced a few novel twists which keep one guessing most of the time.

Hen-pecked husband, domineering wife, spinster sister-in-law, and haughty cook all enter the mix-up. Though some of the scenes where the maid, after finishing three bottles of Scotch, takes the baby out for a walk and makes long distance calls to California are as funny as the best comedies, "Three's A Family" is not always up to par. It is good in spots and barely gets by the rest of the time.