Love in Waiting

Peggy Evans, Elspet Gray and Patsy Drake take jobs as waitresses in a stodgy restaurant. Between the shy manager, David Tomlinson, the handsome garbage boy, John Witty, and the scrounging copper Andrew Crawford, who lives in the apartment below them, isn't love inevitable? The problem is that someone has been stealing food from the kitchen and selling it on the black market.

I don't know who first came up with the plot of three girls sharing an apartment and looking for husbands. Usually, they're predatory young women trying for rich men to marry, but these three young women aren't anywhere near as mercenary. They're happy enough to get home at night and take off their shoes. In short, it's a very mild and pleasant variation on the matter, with the usual obvious and nasty villain to make an appearance.

There's a very very sequence towards the end, where police inspector Johnnie Schofield is trying to interrogate the three women serialism, only to be confounded by their patent honesty and the vigorous lack of support of his unwanted and unwilling sergeant Crawford. it's typical of the entire movie: nothing in the least novel, but carried off well by a skilled crew of farceurs.