Cast
- Main Our Gang cast
- Carl "Alfalfa" Switzer
- George "Spanky" McFarland
- Eugene "Porky" Lee
- Darla Hood
- Billie "Buckwheat" Thomas
- Featured Our Gang performers
- Annabelle Logan
- Georgia Jean LaRue
- Philip MacMahon
- Our Gang bit players and dancers
Frances Bowling, Tom Braunger, Bill Cody, Jr., John Collum, Patsy Currier, Charles Flickinger, David Freeman, Betsy Gay, Joe "Corky" Geil, Bobbie Hickman, Philip Hurlic, Gloria Hurst, Dickie Jones, Darwood Kaye, Georgia Jean LaRue, Henry Lee, Ada Lynn, Philip MacMahon, Tommy McFarland, Billy Mindy, Raymond Rayhill Powell, June Preston, Josephine Roberts, Jimmy Sommerville, Harold Switzer, Bobs Watson, Kenneth Wilson, Robert Winkler, Gloria Browne, Bobby Crockett, Tim Davis, Billy Diamond, Dorothy Heinrichs, Paul Hilton, Dorothy Horner, Don Hulbert, Patsy May, Roger McGee, Norman Salling, Clifford Severn, Nora Rita Stein, Helen Westcott, Camille Williams, Laura June Williams, and Rhoda Williams
- Adults
- Henry Brandon: "Barnaby", opera impresario
- Gino Corrado: Opera singer
- Wilma Cox - Miss Jones, Barnaby's secretary
- Doodles Weaver - Piano player
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