A veiled threat? Not really...just gowned and groomed in likable nonsense, this is the sort of '30's madcap that needs a young Claudette Colbert and Ray Milland to carry it along until they fall into each other's arms. The scene is milady's Bridal Salon as viewed by its harassed young Acting Assistant Buyer D'Arcy who has been thrust under the Captain Queegish guidance of young Mr. Trigger-Smith, ex-submariner, new Floor Manager, and brother-in-law of the President of Fellowes, Fifth Avenue's finest. Trigger-Smith believes that he is shepherding a sinking ship as females faint, consultants sulk, one shrinking socialite runs off with the store's bridal photographer, another arrives with a drunken entourage and still another scrawls ""THANKS BUT I DON'T NEED IT"" on her $2,500 wedding gift from affluent papa and enters blithely into a $110.00 life etc. ad infinitum. Of course there's eventually a mad bomber on the premises and of course Trigger-Smith finally realizes that brides will be brides. Tailored traumas fitted with ready-to-wear sentiment and the publication date (shrewd publishers) is May.