"SEVENTH HEAVEN" SWEET WEEPING
By RICHARD DAGNALL
Ten years ago Charles Farrell and Janet Gaynor, who as a tear-compelling combination have probably never been surpassed, achieved what was their first and perhaps their greatest lachrymatory triumph in the silent version of Seventh Heaven. Those who dabbed at moist eyes with surreptitious handkerchiefs in those far-off days may be assured that the old formula has lost none of its potency. This time instead of Gaynor and Farrell we have James Stewart and Simone Simon.
Are they worthy substitutes for their illustrious predecessors? It matters very littIe. The familiar story of the war-time Paris garret has an appeal which cannot be gainsaid. In the garret, it is hardly neces