A pathetic little yarn about a boarding house slavey who loved a minstrel man who loved a burlesque queen. If you're fond of Gishesque heroines you'll care for Helen Twelvetrees in a big, weepy way. She, by the way, got a five-year contract on the strength of her performance, as did Fred Scott, who isn't much for looks but who knows his sharps and fiats. Lots of songs. All Talkie.