Noisy, frizzy-haired Eva Tanguay was headliner at the gaudy Metropolitan cinemansion in Boston last week. Two Kinds of Women showed loose living in a Manhattan penthouse (see p. 25). A yodler, a tap dancer and a funnyman did clipped, automatic turns but there was still an "added attraction," sparsely advertised. After the newsreel the curtain went up again, showed a dumpy, henna-haired old lady standing perched on a platform, her immense bosom shining with sequins as the Old Lady hesitated, looked at the words she had written on a paper before her,...
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