Artificial respiration/ was what saved poor Clementine"" according to Quackenbush, and his bowdlerized ballad is merely the accompaniment to a full-scale melodrama -- with a mustachioed villain, an unpaid mortgage, and a handsome hero -- that's told in silent movie-style captions. The eye-palpitating pastels and duck-decorated extras (this time four pages of instructions on ""How to pan for gold"") have lost whatever novelty they had in Old Macdonald et al. Darling Clementine, ""herring boxes without topses"" and all, is better adapted to this sort of ad libbing than most, but there's a lot more glitter than gold in this busy production.