New Musical in Manhattan

Earl Carroll Vanities, eleventh edition, is probably much the same show that the first edition was, or the fifth. But it seems infinitely duller. Carroll still has an eye for good-looking girls, but gone is all sense of showmanship, glitter, pace. An interminably long revue, and a slave to routine, the new Vanities rotates a song number, a ham comedian act and a leg parade all evening, like crops.

When, on the opening night of The New Hellzapoppin (TIME, Dec. 25), chorines went down into the aisles to dance a Boomps-a-Daisy with the audience, they routed Al Smith out of his seat, had customers in profusion and the house in an uproar. On the opening night of the Vanities, when Carroll's prettiest girls went down into the aisles to play Patticake, they glad-eyed everybody from Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt to an old man from Sioux City, but not a soul would play.

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