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Article 7 -- No Title; Metro Fails to Spare Pathos in 'Little Women' Remake Seen at Music Hall
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Get out your hankies, kiddies, and prepare for a nice soggy weep if you go to see "Little Women," which came to the Music Hall yesterday. For Metro has not spared the pathos in bringing again to the screen the sprightly and sentimental sisters of Louisa May Alcott's famous book. If anything, it has hauled back much too briskly on the strings of the heart and has strained a few muscles in the process. Its consequent agony shows.