A Warning To Parents: be sure to nurture your kids otherwise your outstanding high schooler may fall into the hands of criminals and busty blondes. This is one of those campy alerts of the 30's & 40's. You know, where a puff of weed would turn the smoker into a raving idiot, or too much flirting would turn a nice girl into a professional. At least those bizarro's were good for a laugh. Trouble is there's really too little silliness here to qualify as compelling camp. Instead, the hour runtime plays more like a bad B-movie. It's mainly just a lot of head scratching as the script moves from one stretch to the next. I mean having a nightclub toughie like Mary Beth Hughes falling for an emotional blank like highschooler Jimmy really snaps the rubber band. Too bad poor Lowell looks lost in what's really a difficult role. I hope he found more agreeable work after an understandably brief stage career. But what grabs me is that this is 1943, the height of WWII. Yet there's no mention of the war, nor more importantly is Jimmy even facing conscription after graduation, which would solve his home problems. I suspect wartime audiences balked at the glaring lack of topicality. Anyway, some folks may get a chuckle from the stretches. As for me, I just got a wasted hour and a weird desire for the unvarnished lunacy of a Reefer Madness (1936).