This, the third in the series of Roach 'streamliners' -- short comedy features about 50 minutes in length -- about Sgt. Doubleday, the instant non-com with the photographic memory is, like the others, an unremarkable comedy, some good bits placed in a script that often seems to start and stop, but it does have one great positive value in the performance of James Gleason, a funny and highly talented comic performer for thirty years in Hollywood. Usually cast in some role that suited his lower-class New York accent -- check him out as the cab driver in THE BISHOP'S WIFE -- here he plays the regimental colonel: vain, pompous and father of a very pretty daughter who, with the issue of pistol shooting, is the core of the story.

If you feel that he is not enough to make this movie worthwhile, I certainly understand. But for me he made the difference between a dull hour and a pleasant one.