It is remarkable how deeply ingrained in the makeup of the theatre-going public is the enthusiasm for patriotic display.
Who but Miss Levey could wear a Quaker- like monotone of solid gray and make it as racy and breezy as a fresh baked Marcel wave—a very cocktail of a gown.
He makes a natty appearance in a blue and white uniform and leads his men gracefully, but at times is not convincing, carrying his antics and contortions too far.