The Theater: One, Two, Three--Go

To G.I.s, a wintry, curfewed Paris seemed much gayer last week: up near the Arc de Triomphe a Stage Door Canteen —or Cabaret des Troupes Alliées—had opened and was going full blast. Inside a day or two, in fact, it was frantically yelling for more hostesses, and the orchestra, plagued by boys who wanted to dance every second, was already dying on its derrières.

The Canteen's gala opening had been more Irish than French—it lasted three nights. The first night, a sort of benefit running to diamonds rather than dog tags, was the biggest social event in Paris since the liberation. In...