Nassau Nonsense

Last week the Princeton University Triangle Club took its 44th annual musi-comedy to Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House before the usual holiday swing through the country. Those who had charge of this year's production. It's The Valet, appeared to have done a less sprightly job than many of their predecessors. It's The Valet is not very funny.

Scene is laid in Revolutionary France. Situation: a valet temporarily changes places with his aristocratic master for whom a large part of the populace seems to be gunning. There is no campus joshing, no topical humor takes place in the inquisition scene (with scandalous New York only 50 mi. away) ; even the old trick of stealing jokes from the Tiger at the last minute has not been resorted to. On the credit side of the ledger, sure to please not only cousins, sisters and aunts but impartial spectators as well, is the performance of the valet. Jose V. Ferrer, Class of 1933. When this jolly young man puts on a woolly yellow wig in Act II he is the image of Harpo Marx. "I'm All Wrapped Up In You" has the nicest lyric of 14 songs. Triangle itinerary: Buffalo, Chicago, St. Louis, Memphis, Nashville, Louisville, Cincinnati, Columbus, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Baltimore. Washington.

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