une 14, 1926 (Ic^i \ n'k .1 i* Price 15 cent. CM-JCAGPAN «:v\> '-X2KX *^£r ± jfca, 7, kWffi Body by Pierce-Arrow IT is quite evident that the Series 80 has caused a decided change in the public's motor car buying habits. Where heretofore they were content with "medium price" cars, literally thousands are now investing a little more to get the greater economy of Pierce- Arrow engineering and Pierce-Arrow building. They find that no increase in their monthly motoring budget is necessary. It costs no more and often lessj to operate the Series 80. When you scan the motor car offer- ings in search of your new car this spring, consider the Series 80 on the basis of a moderate motoring budget — not merely purchase price. You will then understand why owners of $1500 to $2.000 cars are turning to the Series 80 in large numbers. A moderate payment noiv, baiarne to be cvenly distributed over a period of months, will secare early delivery. Dcmoustrations any timo upon requcst. Write or pbone us PIERCE-ARROW SALES C O R P O R ATI OjNl 2420-22 S. MICHIGAN AVliNUt Telepbone Calumet Wo\l}\ ^fflCHICAGo) S enes )rices, $!2895//4o45 at 'Bufalo-plus lax Houdaille Shock Absorbers and Pina Winterfront Standard Equi$mtnt TI4EO4ICAG0AN ì The Chicagoan, published bi-weekly by The Chicago Publishing Co., 154 East Erie Street, Chicago, Illinois. F. M. Rosen, President ; L. R. Rosen, Vice-President and Treasurer; F. W. Karbiner, Secre- tary; Marie Armstrong Hecht, Editor. Subscription, $3.00. Voi. 1, No. 1. June 14, 1926. Second Class Matter rights applied for, at Wilmette, 111. Copyright applied for, 1926, by The Chicago Publishing Co. TI4E04ICAGOAN ~ ! ti DISTINCTIVE PORTRAITS Photngrapher of Character Sittings Made at the Home or at Studio in 810 FINE ARTS BLDG., CHICAGO and Tempie Court Indian Hill, III. TUE CM-ICAGOANy (Editor's Note: This list is compiled as care- fully as possible, but due to the fact that The Chicagoan is made up somewhat in advance, it is best to refer to the daily papers for confirma- tion. We merely advance our listing as a sort of gentle guide for your amusement-bound foot- steps.) THE THEATRE THE HOME TOWNERS— The 4 Cohens Thea- tre, Clark between Washington and Ran- dolph. Excellent comedy in the equally ex- cellent Cohen vein. The superior acting of George Elliot, Robert McWade and Georgia Kane is enhanced by the setting of this ex- quisite new theatre. GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES— Selwyn Theatre, Lake and Dearborn, Central 3404. The Odessy of the Light Lady as scream- ingly retailed by a fine company. You'll be surprised with wise cracks for weeks to come. June Walker is the blonde. ARTISTS AND MODELS — Apollo Theatre, Randolph and Dearborn, Central 8240. The most superior of this series. In fact, superior to most series. Pleasantly risque, glamour- ous and intelligent. What more can you ask? CASTLES IN THE AIR— Randolph and Clark, Central 8240. Charming musical comedy — really a bit above the average. Vivienne Segai and J. Harold Murray sing beautifully in it. IF I WAS RICH— La Salle Theatre, 110 W. Madison, Central 8240. Joe Laurie, Jr. proves his claims to serious consideration as an actor in a good comedy. Ruth Donnelly, Charles Dow Clark give him admirable sup- port. DIVORCONS — Harris Theatre, Dearborn be tween Lake and Randolph, Central 1880. As good as you expect it to be. One of the most perfect casts in captivity. THE ARABIAN— Studebaker Theatre, 418 S. Michigan, Harrison 2792. Walker Whiteside again demonstrates his showmanship as well as his acting, by putting on the best of his series of exotic plays. Quité a charming melo-drama — humorous and thrilling and colorful. OUT OF THE NIGHT— Cort Theatre, 132 N. Dearborn, Central 0019. A decent enougb little mystery show, quite the proper thing to wile away an evening and blessed with the good acting of James Spottiswood and John Daly Murphy. Àllyn King supplies the sex appeal. WEAK SISTERS— Adelphi, Clark near Madison, Randolph 4466. Ascher stock company, which is a most pleasant and efficient organization, in what has proven to be their greatest hit to date. Elizabeth Risdon and Dwight Meade cop ali honors. VAUDEVILLE HOUSES— Well, of course, the Palace rather leads. Orpheum circuit as is also the State-Lake, only the latter house runs continuous programs and a feature pie- ture. The Majestic is an 11 to 11 theatre also, with good bills. AND COMING, WE HAVE THE CITY CHAP, which will have opened by the time this appears, at the Woods theatre which is at Randolph and Dearborn Streets, State 8567. Reviewed in our next issue. AFTER THEATRE AMUSEMENTS MOST OF THE HOTELS have attractive sup per-dance rooms with famous orchestras offi- ciating. Phone or write us for information as to our BUREAU OF ENTERTAIN MENT. Modestly mentioning our advantages in handling such things, we offer a free serv- ice to our readers in arranging ali the bother- some details of parties here, there and every- where. Give us the faets — we supply a com- SELWYN EVENINGS 8:30, THURSDAY AND SATURDAY MATINEES 2:30 Edgar Selwyn PRESENTS 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes' A dramatization by Aìùta Laos and John Emerson of Anita Loos' best seller : Popular Thursday Matinee : < Studebaker j EVERY NIGHT-MATS. WED. &. SAT. ( Walker ! Whiteside ( In the Comedy'lSAelodrama "The Arabian" Assisted by Miss Sydney Shields and Company Please menti on The Chicagoan. TI4ECUICAG0AN 3 CALENDAK OF EVtNT/ )«<rw<rD (TW^'TiSC J plete party with a MINIMUM of cost to you. We can stage a banquet in Arabia or a jazz in the Balloon Room. Always with an unexpected touch of "something different." SAMOVAR — Blum Building, which is right next to the Blackstone Hotel on Michigan Boule vard, South. Handsome surroundings, enter tainment led by Frankie James, and the genial Mr. Klein orficiating. BERT KELLY'S STABLES— 431 Rush. The nuttiest and gayest "gendre" place. Highly informai although the soup-and-fish is often seen there. Monday nights the stage stars disport themselves there for their own and others' edification. VANITY FAIR — Broadway and Grace. A pleas- ant out-of-the-loop supper, dinner entertain ment and dance place. Mr. Singer or Mr. Jansen will take admirable care of you. MOULIN ROUGE— 416 S. Wabash. Always an exceptionally good cabaret and food well above the general average of merely good food. Mr. Rothstein owns and manages it. Mr. McKelvy is the Maitre d'Hotel. FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd St. Lively show. Nice place. THE CEENEEMAH WE CANNOT quote the detailed programs at the Orientai, Chicago, McVickers, Randolph, Monroe, Orchestra Hall, età, Beacuse they change their films so often. We can only cali your attention to these houses and refer you to their current ad in the newspapers. How- ever— THE VOLGA BOATMAN will probably stili be playing at the Orpheum. Amazingly good picture, with beauty, realism and what-have- you. IT has almost everything. KIKI may hold over at the Roosevelt. Its a good film but left us comparatively cold as to our own personal reactions. MUSIC MUSICAL ACTIVITIES are practically mori- bund at this time of the year. In our next issue we will tip you off as to where the best orchestra and bands among the eat- places are to be found, and let you feed hyacinths to your soul thusly. ART ART INSTITUTE OF CHICAGO— Birch-Bart- lett collection of modem art, newly installed in a handsome gallery freshly and appropri- ately decorated. Exhibition of work of grad- uating students of the school of the institute. ACKERMANN'S— Old English prints and car ica tures. ANDERSON'S — American paintings. CARSON, PIRIE, SCOTT & COMPANY— Work of contemporary American artists. CHICAGO GALLERIES ASSOCIATION— Paintings by Chicago and mid-western artists. DUNBAR, THOMAS WHIPPLE — Paintings by Americans. JOHNSON, CHESTER— Paintings by modem French masters. MARSHALL FIELD GALLERIES— Paintings and etchings by American and foreign artists. PALETTE & CHISEL CLUB— Paintings and sculpture by members. ROULLIER GALLERIES— Etchings by mas ters of ali periods. THURBER GALLERIES— American and for eign paintings. OTHER EVENTS RIVERVIEW and White City Amusement Parks are always available to the serious pleasure- seeker. RACES at Aurora. Running Races. Very good ones, too. Easy to get there via the C, B. and Q., or the C, A. and E. Janus Method of Reducìngand Rejuvenating /; ne. TT SHUBERT -|-^ La sallL MATINEES WED. & SAT. A LAUGH FEAST! WM. ANTHONY McGUIRE Author of "Kid Boots" "Six Cylinder Love," "Twelve Miles Out," Etc, presents Joe Laurie, Jr. IN THE COMEDY HIT OF THE HOUR "IF I WAS RICH" WITH AN UNUSUAL CAST INCLUDING Joseph Kilgour Ruth Donnelly Violet Dunn May McCabe Fred Irving Lewis Al Ochs G. D. Byron and Joseph Baird Charles Dow. Clark Ray Walburn John T. Doyle Dorothy Blackburn Dorothy Fenron Vola Price Mildred Lillard The1 rARGEST OUDEST AUGH in the 'OOP George M. Cohan's Newest Farce Comedy "The Home Towners" At His New 4COHANS THEATRE Opp. City Hall Central 493 7 MATS. WED. &. SAT. EVENINGS AT 8.30 MATINEES AT 2.30 Kdytk X^iedrich Rejuvenation of face and body o^cientijìc and l^ermanent Loop Office: 1 5 East Washington Street Dearborn 2005 Uptotun Office 48 1 1 Sheridan Road Sunnyside 0934 (5 T\ d ~;&<LJWr%J) CL^m^SHC Please mentìon The Chicagoan. 4 THE CHICAGOAN cjxnnouncing Zenith's New Reproducer AH who have heard ZENITH RADIO— ali who know the high standards of excellence set by Zenith, realize that this simple announcement marks a new step in the faithful rendition of music and voice — the finest of reproducer s You who have listenedto radio from "loudspeakers" know that something has been missing. There has been a false quality in the sound, a failure to repro duce ali pitches faithfully, and some ranges have been almost totallymissing. You have been able to identify radio instantly. You have rarely, if ever, mistaken it for a band or orchestra, or for the human voice. It has remained for Zenith to solve this difBculty. It has remained for Zenith to design a Reproducer, small enough to be practical, which could stili contain ali the ele- ments necessary to reproduce faithfully for you the com plete range of ali instruments from the shrill, sharp notes of the upper register of a Pipe Organ or a Piccolo, to the rumbling Bass. Zenith has accomplished £ this. Zenith nowoffers you ™ a Reproducer that lives up to its name — it reproduces sound. There is, to ali intents and purposes, an oboe in this handsome cabinet. There is also a bassoon, a flute, a clarinet and a bass drum. From the shrill, piercing notes of the Piccolo to the deep-toned surge of the Doublé Bass, the notes pour forth until you doubt in spite of your senses that this one Reproducer can thus prove its harmonic kinship with every instrument. And yet, they are there. They are there together in arealistic burst of harmony, each clear and distinct. 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TUE CHICAGOAN 5 LCr-rlCAGOAN IIKEanew-bornbabe,yellinglustily andquiteredintheface, ..-:::i // we come to you with the pains and pleasures of life. .^ ;\.* "\ Typical of Chicagoans, we are confident of pleasing 'J V.;./\.!>' some, although, regrettably we may displease others. \' ' } We confess a timidity equal to that of Our Public,— a bewilder- ..-. ¦¦¦{ \ :::\ ment usuai to any first acquaintance, — and are a trifle tremulous /"' ') about telling our fellow Chicagoans "who's who and what's \" what" in our home town. • • • • :::v Tomorrow, we shall hiave aged somewhat, and shall have passed y'~ '" } along our embarrassmént to perhaps another; nevèrtheless, \ * ~\ we are filled with childlike curiosity,' as to what our people will ..•"* J think abòut us. ;, S^ • ; The Chicagoan— An Entertainment— wé are striving for nothing : • <! better— a personality— not a crusade for any particulaf Shib- '... .!> * } boleth; not a graceful gesture in the direction of Mrs. O'Leary's •.. * :\ cow; nor, an attempt to corrupt the morals of the Prohibition #,;::: '} Agerits. The dear old law does not prèvent anyone's having a \' :<\ good time. Favoring, Law Enforcement generally, we naturally /'J 'J endorse prohibition specifically — not only that, we will give a v . '*• prize to anyone who can find it. :' . :::::*. As the publishers of this magazine, we hope to have a little in- /* " ) fluence— not policies. It is not our desire to be a Literary Index, \[ f\ nor a waste-basket. Our purpose, if any, is to give expression /". .J to Chicagoans' thoughts, to assure the amusement and diversion \. ,\ of Our Public. Our satire and gay banter may find an occasionai :'* . ' •*; mark— our thrusts are not intended to wound, but to reveal the '';> .') various guises of pretense and hokum. / . ''•• Of course, a little information may creep in from time to time, f, '-' with the intention of accurately reflecting the varied interests of V '• Metropolitan life: the intellectual and social desires— music, :''. *••' arts theatres, books, social activities and even sports — will > • } be found recorded in the pages of The Chicagoan. ( . ^ The pleasures derived from pleasing others, we gladly share; t , y and the pains will become to us an incentive to greater effort. ';> • : — The Publishers \' ^'7',\/',!^»/,,^//'"V'"V'"V' . V .>/.¥-¥.¥.¥. V . V.. V . VVjg TUE CHICAGOAN fi <Y, l OIO YOU- CVER- NOTI CE ttr o tXfffee KtfUj w> HOW A LITTLE- PATIENCE AND- / €M £=££r. 9 -5K °Ù?P.P^9. 600D- JUD6MENT- IMPROVES- #tA<?.ò SWMw p *..<?. Oo^tó^* ™w«W J^£r^ Vi/ ONE%S- GAME -. SOMETIMES! CI4ICAG0AN TU-E TALK OF TUE TOWN Pedestrians crossing the link bridge were startled by a terrifìc din which reverberated, appro- priately through that region known as the lower level. Running down the stairs to Austin Avenue, we discovered the cause of ali the racket: The new noiseless engine of the Chicago and Northwestern Railroad. And noiseless is no misnomer. This oil burning elec- tric locomotive runs so quietly, as it plies up and down the north bank of the river, that the engineer keeps up a Constant tooting of the whistle and ringing of the beli to attract attention to the silence. IT is all very well for Oak Park to look after the morals and physi- cai welfare of its residents, but most persons will agree that a city is going pretty far when it tries to regulate the public's reading habits. Also it is However, if suggestions must be made, we advise Oak Parkers to take no chances and subscribe to The Chicagoan. The pyramids were built by hand and it took thousands of hands to build them. The second installment of the Tribune Building is being built by machinery, but it takes some hundreds of pedestrians daily to stop and watch it go up. Where is the gain? The Tribune Building is remarkable, however, for the amount of mechanical equipment employed in its construction. There are dump trucks operated by gasoline engines, an unusually large concrete mixer, a sheet pile driver, and other marvels. For detailed or technical information consult any office boy who works on the north side of the Tribune Tower. Three boats went down the Street today. No, this was not written in Venice. Three boats went down the Street on the broad back of a truck. They are only a small fraction of the number of boats brought in by land and water to restock the yacht harbors for the coming season. Yachting, we understand, is a very meticulous sport and should not be pursued by anyone who cannot take it seriously. One member of the Jackson exercising unfair discrimination when it places along the thoroughfares signs which read: Take Time and Not Life EDITOR MARIE ARMSTRONG HECHT ASSOCIATE EDITORS Sam Putnam, D. E. Hobelman, C. J. Bulliet, Lloyd George, Jimmy Corcoran, "The Importer," Robert Pollak, Ruth Bergman. ART STAFF— Boris Riedel, Don Ulsh, Dean Patty, Albert J. Car- reno, Wm. L. Boley, Anthony Angarola. Park colony, for example, betakes him- self to the harbor every night during the summer months. He rows out to his boat, changes from his business suit to white trousers and a sport shirt, tests his motor, tightens a few bolts and screws, gets out a map, puts the bin- oculars within easy reach, cocks his yachting cap two inches to starboard, sits down and lights his pipe. When the University chimes ring out the hour of ten, our friend takes off his cap, puts the binoculars back in their case, stows away the map, changes from his yachting clothes to his palm beach suit and goes home to bed. To the romanticist, the world sti letto connotes mystery, midnight, a dark lady with a rose between her teeth, perfume laden air. But for prac- tical purposes the good old domestic ice pick may be equally effective. At least circumstantial evidence lays at the door of the ice pick the blame for the recent plague of the punctured tires. The man from the South Shore was in- TUE CHICAGOAN clined tò laugh when he saw scores of cars in' Hyde Park standing disconsò- lately at the cujb on four fiat tires, but he was less arriusèd, a few mornings later, when he found that his own car, left on the Street over night, had bal- loons as limp as rubber bands. The per- son or persons who stabbed the tires have not been * apprehended although rumor ha| it that they wore chauffeurs' caps. Màny neighboring garages are said to havé'refused to repair the tires. Make something of that, Watson. See my shining palace built upon the sand," • wrote- Edna St. Vincent Millay. And "own your own home on the gulf stream," sang the real estate promoter*. -»jB ut it is unneccessary to go èìther to poetry or to Florida to find palaces built orLsand or the place where fishes used to cavort. In Florida they drain the land ; in Chicago we drain the lake. In both places H20 has proved a potent fertilizer, if one may judge by the crops of million dollar buildings that have been raised. Streé- terville, with its magnifìcent building^, is made ground. The Shorelandy the Park View, the Jackson Towers and many other of those large scale homes that have created the new South Side shore line, are locatedat ptàints where a man under forty might once have The Broadivay Rounder is the Longest Way Home skipped .pebbles on the surface of Lake Michigan. Counting the pennies that went into ali these buildings would- be like counting the grains of sand inalile former shore line. Miss Chicago has her night life, her skyscrapers, her .museums, her subways (under Michigan Boule vard at Randolph and Van Buren), but that which proves that she is really human is the sound of the family ice crearn freezer being dragged out "to the back porch on a warm Sunday morn- ing. E very time we watt for an elevated train at Adams or Madison and Wabash we wonder how.it is that en- terprising business men have neglected ¦ the opportuni tV;)Sfhich, at; „|hese points, : literally flies int.o.their hands. We refjejr, to that . municipal institution, the pigeon^pt^the., loop. The men who. placed tlje- peanu| ,yending machines on . the station..platforms had the right idea,. ; but they failed to carry it to. its logicai conclusion. While there is a steady sale of peanuts to persons who wish to feed the pigQftns it; sfili remains for. somqpne . ;. to obtain the photograph concession. Since. thqus^nds of persons go to Venice annua.Uy,in.order, tg send.home. pict^res of themselves feeding grain to t.h.a pigeons of St. Mark's, certainly many tourists would be delighted to pose for photographs tof themselves treating the elevated pigeons fl!,to peanuts. These would make excellent po^st card "sou- venirs of Chicago.." It just occurred to us that in ali the width of these glorious\XJnited States the theatre knows not who, among its armies of devotees is its first first- nighter ! For shame ! We have our first actor, our first actress,. our first lady of the land, oUr first financier, our first beauty, our first drink, our first cigar, our first automobile, our first attempt —but not the theatre's first first- nighter! Surely there is a he or a she somewhere upon whose brow the wreath can be rightfully thrust! It may be there are more important mat- ters to occupy a natioh's thoughts but we doubt it! And if you will think we are sure you will realize with us some thing should be at once done about it. We must find such a person, and since, beauties are found through beauty con- tests- and movie; «actresses through cor- respondence schools, why not inaugu^ i rate a gigantic "First First-Nighter" TUE CHICAGOAN 9 contest ? Readers and contest managers kindly lay aside ali other business and take up this noble work without delay. We must — we shall — we will discover who he or she is and why? This pub- lication will be happy to receive sug- gestions ! Ctgarettes by Melachrino Eree Drinks by Bcrt Kelly — Buck Jones. To ride on a bus is uncomfortable and annoying. On the top, the seats are hard and small. One's knees bump against the seat in front. There is no place for elbows. The bus jostles and shakes. It is impossible to read a news- paper; the lines joggle and blur in front of the face, the wind blows the sheets, there is no room to hold or turn the thing. Inside the seats are just as bad, except that they are more uncomfortable because they are nearer the Street, and the bumps are transmit- ted more directly. There is a dose gaso line stench from the motor that slowly swells into one's head, causing the most abominable of aches. There is the noise of the wheels and the brakes, and the gears . . . the fool thing is almost al ways having its gears shifted, and they grind like Samson's stones. Take it inside or outside, a bus is really a most abominable form of trans- portation. Our busses are slower than either the Street car or the L, they stop in the most exasperating places, and when we wait for them they always stop on the opposite corner, making us run across the Street. There is not a single route on which the cumbersome thing doesn't come jerking to a stop on an incline while the abashed con- ductor makes his speech about low bridge are low wires. Most embarras- sing to one's intelligence. And to climb up or down those turret stairs while the thing is in motion. Yes, we are quite sure the bus is the most annoying thing in the daily life of the Chicagoan. The Street car or L are highly preferable for speed, for comfort, for convenience. And yet we find ourselves continually using the fool busses. We walk blocks to get to a bus line when the Street car is right at our door. Why? We Americans, of course, are purely democratic. We have no such thing as class. We don't care who we ride with. IT has remained for Chicago, "The Pork-packing City" as our more civilized brethren of the east cali us, to realize the full importance of the ballet as an institution. Adolph Bolm, internationally known dancer who saw the possibilities of the western metro- polis has organized the Bolm Ballet with himself, and the Ethereal Ruth Page as premiere dancers; in conjunc- tion with a small orchestra recruited from the best players in the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and with Eric De Lamarter as conductor the organization Theatre, which will thus be brought into Class "A." Incidentally they will visit New York, Philadelphia and Bos ton during November and December. The Allied Arts is unique in that it is the only institute of its kind in this country and it has been made possible by the generosity of some of our public spirited citizens, headed by Augustus Peabody, John Alden Carpenter, Mrs. W. S. Monroe, and Rockefeller Mc- Cormick, etc. Ruth Page who is essen- tially charming, has been likened by many to the incomparable Anna Palow- va, for she has the same illusive grace and that intangible something which, for want of a better word we cali "Personalitv." ext in public interest after the opening of the new 4 Cohans Theatre is the annual season of Grand Opera at Ravinia, which under the redoubtable Louis Eckstein will open its doors or rather its gates June 26 with Manon Lescaut. We are for tunate in having practically two grand opera companies at our disposai. Dur ing the regular season we have our own Chicago Company and in the summer Mr. Eckstein makes it possible for us to hear most of the stars at the "Met." Despite the usuai improvidence of art- Night Life in Chicago Loop known as the Allied Arts, Inc., has made important plans for the coming season. They will give three weeks of subscription performances at which novelties both for ballet and orchestra will be presented, at the Eighth Street ists, the majority are not averse to com- bining business with pleasure ; in other words, they prefer to spend their vaca- tion in the lovely suburb of Ravinia, and sing occasionally for a very good fee to going to Europe and spending 10 THE CHICAGOAN what they make in the winter. Then, too, the generous plaudits of western admirers are not to be despised. Thus we will have with us this summer, the delectable Lucrezia Bori ; Alice Gentle, a great favorite, and Giovanni Mar tinelli, a heroic tenor who has become, and with good reason the idol of Ra vinia enthusiasts. Edward Johnson and Mario Chamlee as well as Danise ali from the Metropolitan are firmly estab- lished in public favor. Among the ad- ditions to the regular repertoire are Debussy 's Pelleas et Melisande", Ravel's "L'Heure Espagnol," Puccini's "Gianni Schicci," "Sappho," "Hansel and Gretel" and Mme. Sans Gene. 'hen we returned from New Mexico where there was much shaking of heads over a possible water shortage, we hurried out to see if Lake Michigan was stili on the job, to shake him by the hand and express our satisfaction at his unfailing co-oper- ation. We would have laughed at a person who tried to teli us that any- where within a radius of thirty-five miles from the loop there might be water, but not a drop to drink. The other day, however, we saw and smelled for ourselves that such was the case. In one of the suburbs a prominent Chicago lawyer recently dug a well on his new estate. Nobody had told him that oil, gas and sulphur were found in his neighborhood, and — don't get excited, this isn't Oklahoma — he didn't strike a fortune in his digging, but the well water had an unmistakable oil and minerai content. It was unpala- t a b 1 e , malodorous, dirty and hard. There were only two things for the property owner to do : find a medicinal use to justify the odor and turn his house into a sanitarium, or aerate, filter and soften the water. The latter course will cost him somewhat more than five thousand nine hundred ninety-nine dol- lars ; and he has the consoling assurance that within five years a new city water works will make his private p 1 a n t unnecessarv. — Ruth G. Bergman. s. o. s. {Being The Editor's oivn private hook comment.) The writer admits to three literary (if you cali it that) weaknesses. One is for autobiographies, biographies and such gossipy writings. The other is for detective stories!. In which connection let it be mentioned that ali yarns of that ilk coming in will be tenderly and sympathetically reviewed by her alone ! (even gratefully). The third is for cross word puzzles, which have sup- planted knitting, solitaires and cigar- ettes in her life. By the way, the last edition (and addition) to the Simon and Schuster Cross Word Puzzle Li brary has come in and is being desper- ately worked. No other firm has even approached the Plaza Publishing Com pany in this line. We know. We have bought or had given to us every other kind and manner of cross word puzzle publication, and found them ali want- ing. They are not so carefully edited, or so whimsically conceived. They woe- fully lack the imaginative touch which lends lighter moments to h o u r s of struggle with the horizontals and ver- ticals. And they are never so erudite. This last — the fifth one of the series, is as good as the other four which is the utmost in praise. — M. A. H. '((((((((((e Freddy Stock fcf Co. THE CHICAGOAN n A CHICAGOAN IN NEW YORK As one who, for many seasons, trod the pleasant paves of Chi- ¦ cago, and who now finds him- self temporarily exiled upon the island of Manhattan, I am interested in the changing winds which indicate that this haughty capital is beginning to look with an envious eye toward the City of the Great Lakes. We have a suspi- cion that New York is jealous of Chi cago, and there are reasons aplenty. Though Mr. Mencken's little jest about Chicago's being the seat of litera- ture in America has long been laid away in lavender and laughter, the fact remains (as facts have a way of doing) that Chicago gave the world George Ade and Theodore Dreiser and Cari Sandburg, not to mention several pla- toons of first-class second-raters, num- b e r i n g Sherwood Anderson, et al. Moreover, Chicago was the first city of the land to inaugurate polite machine- gun warfare. But the discovery that Father Knick- erbocker may soon be taking his stride from Father Dearborn is not remark- able unless viewed with the astigmatic vision of those jolly New York jour- nalists who continue to conjure up the word "provinces," whenever a para- graph relates to Chicago. In point of fact, the ancient and unfunny spirit of animosity between the two cities has long been nurtured in the theatre pages of the New York and Chicago news- papers. When a New York dramatic critic (from Bellows Falls, Vt.) wag- gishly refers to Chicago as "the sticks" he wounds the civic pride of a Chicago dramatic critic (from Paw Paw, Mich. ) who straightway sits him down and retaliates with some defiant men tion of Gotham's bogus superiority com- plex. And thus the archaic grudge runs on, though nobody appears to pay the least attention to it. Whatever inter- sectional ili-feeling may have flourished between the East and the Middle West passed away with the era of virtue and mustache-cups. In the matter of crime, it must be admitted, not without a faint blush of shame, that New York has wrested the honors from Chicago. Not a day passes but the cairn of Manhattan 's highways and byways is shattered by the wails of hold-up victims, while by night the citi- zenry trembles behind its locked doorsand barred windows. The only Angelus chimes one hears are the gongs of ambulances and police patrols, and there are more armored cars on the streets than ever went into action on the Western Front. Indeed, if it becomes a matter of pro vinci al competi- tion, what head- line h e r o can Chicago r a i s e whose exploits will compare with the costly capers of young Mr.Whittemore the o n e - m a n "No talentf Yo husbands, buste d and was named crime wave : One m i g h t o b s e r v e that Chicago is admirably represented in New York. Mr. and Mrs. John Alden Carpenter make such frequent pilgrim- ages that they have been accused of commuting, and here, as in . Europe, their separate talents are as highly ac- claimed as at home. That recondite scrutator of the drama, Mr. Percy Hammond, now the most effete of New Yorkers, has never ceased to sigh for the sooty skyline of Chicago; and the much-heralded literary editor of the New York World, Dr. Harry Hansen, only last month quitted the suburban fastnesses of Winnetka. Of novelists and play-writers that of old. whacked their typewriters within the magic cir- cles of Chicago's loop, the Gotham Streets are littered with them, and not a few of their bones lie whitening be- neath the bright electric signs of Broad- way. Yet stili they come, in caravans. John Van Alstyne Van Valkenburg Weaver, author of "ove 'Em and Leave 'Em," is a transplanted Chicagoan ; likewise Edward Sheldon and Cheva- lier MacArthur, the doughty creators ur crazy, man she has poisoned two up six homes, wrecked a judge's car co-respondent in three divorce cases only last week." of "Lulu Belle" (with but few apolo- gies to Prosper Merimee). There are those Americans who pre- fer to remain at home during the sum- mer because of the vast h o r d e s of Americans that overrun Europe, and while this is undoubtedly snobbery, it is a practical sort of snobbery, and one that in time may be the refuge of many Chicagoans of enforced residence in New York. For if the exodus of locai talent persists, it will be necessary to keep away from New York if one de- sires to avoid Chicago literary lions. and their brethren who masquerade in lions skins. — Gene Markey. Environ m e n t — Have you ever noticed how In Joliet, Illinois, Most of the buildings and Even the Joliet High School Bare a dose resemblance, In their architectural- Outlines to a JAIL? — William Closson Emory. 12 THE CHICAGOAN THE CHICAGOAN 13 IT IS DISTRESSING; in- deed, to descend to the banal considera- tion of fashions in the Cook county jail. Stili it is high time I thing that the subject be given serious treatment. The handbooks of Europe never neg- lect the subject of dress. It is with the same solicitude that these remarks are directed to any of the readers who expect a summons to the Dearborn Street hostelry, or having been there are contemplating a return. It may sound frivolous for the reader who has never murdered his mother-in- law, or driven a truckload of beer from Joliet or even sprinkled acid in the cor ner sweatshop. But suppose you were a bootlegger, rudely aroused from slum- ber in your Elizabethan chamber dur- ing the early hours of the morning, forced to doff your mauve silk pajamas, climb into your wristwatch and tweeds and hustled off to jail without golf clubs, Barbasol, underwear, gin or P. K.'s. And suppose further that thus de- prived of ali the accoutrements of a gentleman, you were thrown into a celi with a member of the lower classes, whose entire wardrobe was on his back. A situation enough to try the patience of St. John Berchmans, you will admit, and we will assume that you are no saint. The advantages of preparedness become apparent. Conditions in the jail began to change rapidly, I believe, with the advent of Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb. Both of them used to the luxuries of life, provided themselves with various comforts in the jail. "Oh, Nathan's changed to a new suit and Dickie has on a bow-tie," mur- mured the female sob-sister to the male sob-sister on her left and presently the stenographer, the office boy and the window washer were talking it over. The crime captured the public fancy and no detail was too small for men- tion. It was ali so "diabolical," so "unusual" and so "Nietzschean." The motives, of course, were hidden on ac count of necessary reticence on the part of the newspapers and as for the Nietz schean idea, Leopold could have clari- fied his ideas on the matter with twenty minutes of study in an encyclopedia. In his dark, dismal celi, Leopold pressed his face to the bars late one afternoon between the dose of the trial and the sentence and painted a melo- dramatic picture of his end. How he would scamper along with the execu- OUR WELL DRESSED CONTEMPORARIES tioners. Another Charles I on his way to Whitehall. And on the scaffold he would stand gaily bedecked in his light suit and flashy tie, hurling defiance at the world while the rope d a n g 1 e d lightly above him. But when the judge decided other- wise and Leopold and his master, Loeb were dispatched to Joliet, the gay suits and ties were given to other inmates and the era of the New Bond Street began. One of the latest acquisitions of the establishment is the distinguished "Yel- low Kid" Weil who has been blamed for every sale of the Golden Gate, the Man Thinking About His Bootlegger Link Bridge and the Woolworth build ing for the last ten years. With the "Yellow Kid" it is vanity and splurge rather than excellence. His checked suits, ankle-length trousers and lemon- colored vests express his discordant and varied personality. Clothing was also a serious problem to Terry Druggan and Frankie Lake, whose heroic ministrations to the na- tional thirst brought them each a mil- lion dollars and an extended sojourn in the lockup. Of course their suits would never do on Park Lane, Park Avenue or Lake Shore Drive, but they at least avoided the garish eflects of the "Yellow Kid." Their clothes were cut from expensive bolts and ali they needed was a good tailor. Just an oc casionai violet handkerchief, a pink shirt and their uncertain grappling with the English vocabulary bespoke their desire for the "higher things of life." Their tradition is being held up by Robert Scott, facing trial for murder, Henry Fer- nekes, under sentence of death, Buck Flannery and Mike O'Hagan, also con- • demned to the gallows and Frank M'Erlane, wanted in Indiana for murder. It was about the time of the Loeb- Leopold murder that the women's cage of the jail took on a tonier complexion. It was a rather dowdy crew of females that were biding their time when in walked Mrs. Belva Gaertner, after an ali night guzzling party during which a gun went off and a gentleman was killed. But Belva just arriving from her luxurious sedan was in no mood to tolerate a set of slatternly gals and the reform set in at once. Close on her heels carne Beulah Annan who was also called beautiful, despite the fact that no passably fair woman has ever fav- ored us with a murder in Cook County. Both Belva and Beulah wore the most fetching hats and frocks to court and were vindicated. One of the inmates when Belva made her debut was old Sabella Nitti, who was under sentence of death. Sabella strove to break into the fashionable crowd but was repulsed. She combed her hair and learned a few words of English. She even laundered her dress. But there was no response. She had been accused of resorting to the primi tive method of using a meat cleaver in- stead of a nifty, pearl handled, silver mounted little gat — something no lady would ever do. A higher court, how ever, ordered a new trial and Sabella taking her cue from the smarter gals, ordered new hats and gowns and preened herself for another encounter with a jury. By that time the evidence had melted away and she went free. But to the end of her jail career she remained nothing but a social climber, the price of wretched clothes and al- leged faulty technique. Mrs. Bernice Zalimas, recently re- leased on a charge of feeding her hus- band an arsenic cocktail, required two trials, a fur coat and several stunning frocks to win her case. Her depart- ure detracted considerably from the social life of the women's group. So you see the tonier criminals of today are giving dress the importance it deserves. — Lorren Carroll. 14 THE CHICAGOAN FOOTNOTE/ ON UCADLINE/ There is a good deal of useless talk in Washington these days about "drafting the dollar" in case of war— an elaboration of the world's greatest selective system, applying it to industry as well as personnel. The simplest solu tion, based on experience during the last war, would be to turn over ali in dustriai activity to the Y. M. C. A., thus being assured of a consistent profit till peace is again declared. We read in one column of an east- ern paper that liquor seized by Prohibition officials was supplied to hos pital, and in another column we read that over 90 per cent of the liquor seized was rank poison. And it occurred to us that the only thing more harmtess than standard reform legislation would be a loaded revolver in the hands of an infant. An egg worth $750, property of an elderly, respectable condor, resi- dent of the national zoo, has been pre- sented to a Government hen, with in- structions to hatch it. Even we are in- clined to cackle at the idea of this hen having custody of an egg which has a retail value almost as great as a dozen of her own. Log Rollers Compete Here," was / the caption in a Chicago newspaper shortly ago; and we were gratified to know that at last the columnists had decided to try their stuff on each other. AMontenegrin who is running a barber shop in Rochester, N. Y., is in the midst of appealing a case in which he became the defendant twenty- two years ago. He is probably Reaping His Just Reward for delaying cus- tomers in his chair to give them unde- sired shampoos, washes and whatnot; and ali we hope is that he gets a dose shave when the district attorney next gets an edge on him. One rumor after another filters through the daily press about Mr. Mencken's delightful modernized ver- sion of the Youth's Companion. In one month we are enlivened by reading about the Post Office barring it from the mails ; in the next it is whispered (in 1 1 a 1 i e s) that the presses were stopped after thousands of copies were printed, in order to remove an objec- tionable article; and we now breath- lessly await hearing that there will be an autographed bookleg copy of a lim- ited edition for those who sneak in Mr. Knopf's family entrance. We look for- ward to reading Mr. Mencken's "Con- fessions of a Press Agent — or How I Made My Millions and Remained Highbrow." Captain Waldo Evans, who until r e e e n t 1 y commanded what our rather ribald friends were wont to cali the North Shore Canoe Club at Great Lakes, was sued for $50,000 damages last month by a Citizen and Taxpayer, who was deported from Samoa by the naval Guardian of our Liberty — then naval governor of that island. The idea of collecting $50,000 damages from a retired officer strikes us as being this month's best example of the naive op- timism of our compatriots. A man who turned the picture of his boss to the wall and remarked that he "did not want to look at his ugly mug" has lost a suit for breach of contract of employment. If the boss's picture resembled those of other cap- tains of industry whose faces we have seen in the dailies, we are willing to wager that his counsel dared not pro duce the picture before the court and jury. Three thousand new words a year apply for admission to the diction- ary. We need not worry, however, as this probably includes a vast amount of synthetic language, such as "scof- flaw", "pitilacker," and other like atro- cities which are obsolete on the day of their birth. NO longer is it safe to classify ali liars in the three conventional groups. A very large and imposing fourth species has been added ; and we now have liars, damn liars, statisticians, and paid reformers. As evidence that the plasterers in .our village have plenty of sand, we Point without Pride to their recent wage demands. You can slap almost anything on the public, but it takes a good plasterer to make it stick. Acontemporary records that the highest price ever paid for an au- tograph was $22,500, the signature be ing that of Button Gwinnett, one of the originai signers of the Declaration of Independence. It appears that among collectors — aside from those who col- lect national debts — the pen stili is mightier than the sword. Noah Webster Cooper, chairman of the Sabbath Crusade Commi t- tee, is quoted as saying that "anybody who buys a Sunday newspaper is help- ing the devil to ruin America." The devil apparently chooses weapons which are singularly dull and decidedly unwieldy. Prohibition has divided Congress- men into two groups — those who stili have a little, and those who have a little stili," remarked Representative Celler of New York. Suggested cap tion: Solon Celler Flays Celiar Saloon. §ixty Protestant pastors of Chicago will preach on Street corners this summer. This is just one more good reason for spending one's summer week- ends out of town — far from the sad- dening crowd. The latest thing, according to our crystal set, is glass that will bend and i s practically unbreakable. N o longer will we be compelled to hear that "people who live in glass houses should not throw stones." Collapsible glass flasks, folding mirrors and crystal anvils will be the rage undoubtedly, with window panes which roll up with the shades. — D. E. Hobelman. THE CHICAGOAN 15 SOME CONGRATULATORY MESSAGES / Dear "Chicagoan" : I and the Missus and the boys zvish you luck. George V. England. Caro "Chicagoan" : How do you say it in English — success/ Good luck! And by the ivay, Eli see that ?ny press depart- ment keeps you supplied with the itcms of my goings-on over bere. Big Ben Mussolini. Dear "Chicagoan" : What with commanding the best Riff riders since Roosevelt's, I have very little time for light reading, but, say, I walk my carnei a mile every two weeks to get your maga- zine. It is hot stuff, but not for the Riff-raff. . Àbd El Krim. ( ILLUSTRATIONS BY GENE. MARKEY) Dear "Chicagoan" : One thing I like about your magazine, it contains no "radio photographs." Commander Byrd. Listen Siveetheart: Next to the "Atlantic Monthly" you are my favorite magazine. And this is the first picture ever printed showing me in my Belasco collar. Al Woods. 16 THE CHICAGOAN T.o ***%&« TH Dorothy, Thelma, Emma, Florence, Evangeline, Eileen, Alberta, Tool Margaret and Sara — The Eighteen Gertrude Hoffman Girls, in THE CHICAGOAN 17 ;ts and Models," at the Apollo Theatre Georgia Caine, William Elliott and Miriam Hopkins in Geo. M. Cohans Farce Comedy, "The Home-T owners" at The 4 Cohans Theatre ts, Claire, Gladys, Alma, Charlotte, Dottie, Marion, Ferrai, Marika, their Fencing Number from "Artists and Models," Apollo Theatre. 18 THE CHICAGOAN JVOKTJ REVI EW nce the popular question, that stili remains answered, was: "How Old is Ann." Then it carne to be : "How old is your 'likker/ or rather how old do you feel after ab- sorbing a few measures of it?" Now the reigning wonder is: "Why does any one want to leave Chicago in the good old summer time — especially the sporting fans?" At this stage there is no assurance that we will have any summer but the sport calendar is certain to be run off just the same. Chicago appears set right now for the most elaborate sport season in the advancing years of its history. In addition to the baseball, golf, tennis, swimming, yachting, track meet- ings and other pastimes, boxing has been added to the list. Our good peo- ple have voted for the game and noth- ing remains but a fight or two to estab- lish the game. Therefore you see that the sport fan is destined to have much entertainment to dog up his idle moments. The tip to the bird who likes the sport page is to finger around instead cf dashing forth to some far away beach resort where he will only get in- digestion and a flock of mosquito bites. Boxing appears to be quite the most important thing on the minds of the sporting fans right now and whether the fans want to believe it or not they are to be flattered with several good boxing bouts in the locai ball parks. Jim Mullin, who has done a good job of promotin' in and around the town has signed up for the fistic rights at the Cubs' park. Here he plans to open the outdoor season with a bantam weight t i 1 1 e fight between Charley Rosenberg and Bud Taylor. The date is stili as uncertain as the weather but it may be staged late this month. Another bout that will cali for a volley of hoop-las will be a welter weight match in which the sensational Mr. Latzo, who recently booted the crown off the sky piece of M i e k e y Walker, is likely to figure. Mullin is dickering for this affair, too. There is a possibility, too, that Paddy Harmon or some of the other promoters here may swing in for the Sox Park and thus provide fans on the southern end of the city with some giove fun. As soon as the giove game gets under way here there will be oodles of giove swinging but the above music is the choicest at this time. While the Cubs are rambling along the eastern seaboard the good Hose are home entertaining the various as- semblages of baseball talent from the east side of the American League. The Sox have proceeded along to date like elevator men. Too many ups The Child is Father to the Man and downs. They snapped away among the elite at the start of the season but folded up when they hit the East. However, Mr. Collins assures us that his athletes will stick their heads into the first division before the month is over. The eastern invasion on the Sox Park will open June 5 with Washing ton here and will continue until June 20, the latter days being featured by the appearance of the great Ruth who is scheduled to swing a few baseballs over the Sox fences. The golf season is on in full swing and there isn't a golf course, or what looks life a golf course, in the section that isn't crammed with cane swingers trying to hit a small white ball some place. It is said that there is more in terest in golf here than ever before. In fact it is remarked that several old fos- sils have been seen ambling the links on crutehes and wheel chairs. The Chicago Tennis Association popped the curtain on the locai tennis season May 22 when it staged a full card of games in various sections of the city. The competitive players, however, f o r m only a wee portion of the boys and girls who are playing tennis in Chicago. Walk out to Lincoln Park or Jackson Park some bright morning and you will see some of our rac- queters playing in suits that look like pajamas. Likely some of 'em sleep on the grass and then pop smart with the break of day so they can be on the job bright and early. Yachting is going along like a breeze. Fine new ships, in addition to the old reliables are nosing their towering spreads of qjgtyas toward the skies. The sailors made their first officiai appearance Decoration Day with cork- ing races both at Jackson Park and at the Chicago Yacht Club. The sea dogs at both clubs are prepar- ing for the peak events of the year which will feat- ure the races to Mackinac Island and Sturgeon Bay next month. — Jimmy Corcoran. THE CHICAGOAN 19 VOLSTEAD, MOSES AND THE CHORUS INE, WOMAN AND SONG Vol- steadism has tampered with them ali. And our liquor-lap- ping friends to the contrary notwith- standing, the curse is not unmixed with blessing. For isn't it a blessing to attain to a fine glow of aristocratic sensation ? Bar and brothel are gone; but we have our luxurious coffee cups that the p o o r devils of hod-carriers cannot afford — we beg the Bricklayers' Union's par don — poor devils of bank clerks. And we have our ninety-five per cent naked show girls. Song? Oh, yes — Raquel Meller at $25 a seat. Of Wine and Volstead we have heard much — plenty, perhaps, of Song — it's not particularly vital — let's wait and touch it lightly a little later. Of Woman — Like the Eighteenth Amendment, the Seventh Commandment has p r o v e n non-enforceable. Aimed at adultery, as the Eighteenth Amendment ostensibly was aimed at intoxicating liquor, the Seventh Commandment has suffered from Volstead-like interpretation. Pla- tonic friendship, of less than one-half of one percent indulgence in love adven- ture, has been prescribed. The Vol- steads, Bryans and Wheelers have been busy through the ages. Paul of Tarsus, the William Jen- nings Bryan of antiquity, fastened the Volsteadian interpretation of the Sev enth Commandment on the world. In order to make the interpretation good, his immediate followers had a tough struggle with the advent and the the- ories of the Founder of the Faith. But, through the Freudian process of sub- limation they succeeded brilliantly. We have not yet, under the Eighteenth Amendment, sublimated our trouble- some drinkers — this same Founder of the Faith, the Twelve, and Washing ton, Jefferson, Webster, Lincoln, Roosevelt, Wilson. Mohammed revolted against the Volsteadian interpretation of the Sev enth Commandment. But, by way of compensation, he made wine taboo — and thus set a shining precedent for an aroused modem world. Brigham Young, too, revolted — but we hastily gather our toga about us at the men- tion of so disreputable a character as Brigham — founder and architect even to this day, though in his grave, of the most beautiful city on the American continent. Mohammed is a respectable "antique" — Brigham — faugh ! — he stili smells of mortality. Song? Let's dispose of it right now — get it out of the way. The Puritans under Cromwèll hit upon poor old Song, which had become quite an ele- gant handmaiden of Religion, as a Vol steadian vice. They allowed one-half of one percent music — nasal psalms. Our own splendid era of reform is characterized not by the abolishing of Vice, but by the making of it a luxury. Bar and brothel are gone — we are boot- legging both our Wine and Women at advanced prices. Song, less vital — less necessary — has managed to go pretty much without curbing — but we are making progress, even here. "Cover Charges," for instance, in payment for the jazz band. And Raquel Meller. We haven't had to bootleg our Vic- trolas and radio sets as yet — but give the Volsteadians time. The Lord's Day Alliance can do much to make us take our choice records to the celiar and dose the doors once a week, at least. Woman, once more. The nude chorus girl of our metropolitan revues is a product of our morality — not of our immorality. She is a "sublimation" in the sacred name of "Art." Theoreti- cally, she is unattainable — a pure crea ture to be observed and worshipped afar off. Practically — hold tight to your chair — she is pretty much just that. Otherwise, she could not exist. A l /fxl L i In our age of touchy morals there must be as little scandal as possible. It's ali right to drink, but don't set the flask on the table — don't be boisterous — don't attract the attention of the police. Do you know anything about femi- nine psychology ? Then attend. Betty 's mother, back stage, at the hotel, at the cabaret, spies more care- fully on Sally than Sally's own mother. Even if Sally's mother is constitution- ally inclined to be lenient with Sally, Sally doesn't dare make a false step, because of the watchful eye of Betty 's mother. Betty 's mother would take quick advantage, and advance the for- tunes of Betty at the expense of Sally. Give Sally a black eye, and Betty's eye ¦will seem ali the bluer. Ask any poor devil of a stage man ager of a big revue — he knows more about "politics" than Chief Tammany ever dreamed of in his stoic philosophy. This doesn't mean that the pretty, naked children are "inorai" in any save a Volstead-era sense. Except for a few simpletons, they are expert gold-diggers, trained by watchful mamas, who care- fully safe-guard their physical purity. Physical purity is an asset of too much value to be exchanged for diamonds and pearls and furs. It must be reserv.ed for the big game — for the capture of the donor himself of the gifts. Without their mamas to instruct them, the girls might yield to a generous impulse — as their sisters — that is to say, their aunts — did in the old days — might give value received. Around these children has grown up a sort of maudlin chivalry. The most vivacious, most .tempting of them are unobtainable. The male, having failed to attain on his own account, is apt to become a protector — a lavish singer of praises of the virtues of his w 1 1 e h . After two or three Volstead cups he may even weep — may teli you confiden- tially of the taxi ride from the cabaret at 3 in the morning — and boast gener- ously of his defeat. The modem show girl is a Volstead ian luxury. Drink to her at a dollar a swaller. — C. J. BULLIET. Ditto — Li'l piccaninny Looks jes lak his poppy; Don' know what we'll name him, 'Les it's Carbon Copy. — R. G. B. 20 THE CHICAGOAN III The THEATRE The dark cloud that prematurely settled down over some of our pet theatres has been somewhat depressing. Comes a certain season of the year — to be exact, this in-between season through which we are now pass- ing — and one after another, plays seem- ingly fail and the houses turn out their lights and sink into summer slumber. But it is a fact that those shows that weather this theatrical equinoxial storm live to flourish and be prosperous. Of the newer plays, there is of course "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" — a de- lightful account of how to manage and stili retain your sense of humor. The fact that this amazing revelation of Ways and Means a m o n g the pretty ladies stili survive, and intact, almost gives us hope for the future of the thea tre. We had feared the virtuously vi- cious attentions of the censor long be fore this. Of course, the thing IS a moral lesson and ali that. It proves conclusively that girls can't have bridal suites on ocean liners without paying — and the heaviest s o r t of pay, too ! Hours and hours of conversation with completely non-existent and dull men is the awful price. It also shows with many a terrible warning that if you get a diamond tiara you have to be nice to wriggly old Britishers who bore you. That's enough to make a moral. "Artists and Models" is quite recent as summer shows go. It is by ali odds the best revue the Messrs. Schubert have ladled out of their caldron of theatrical what-have-you for many years. The Schuberts have been a revel ation of late. They have abandoned those grandiose and meaningless flag- waving numbers with everybody dressed up like a horse and doing nothing, in favour of specialties that mean some- thing. In this edition, as they quaintly cali it, they have the eighteen Gertrude Hoffman girls — eighteen brilliant, characterful, stunning young women who can and do, do everything. Some of them even take part in the sketches with much advantage to the sketches. Dotty Van Hest is a marvel. Florence dances gorgeously and is a rarely hand some creature. Emma is blond and lively and lovely. Margaret, Sara, Thelma, Marika, Ferrai, Gladys . . . the names are piquant and subtle adorn- ments of their talents. Phil Baker is always good, and this time he is even better. George Rosener does his usuai fine work and is respon- sible, we understand, for the n e r v y twists in some of the sketches. Lora Hoffman is stili the same statuesque and handsome lady with the same lovely voice. It is an everlasting shame that "The Dybbuk," which was playing at May Dowling's theatre (we mean the Great Northern, owned by Messrs. Schubert and hospitably managed by Miss Dow- ling) couldn't get enough attention from Chicago to warrant its stay amongst us. But to revert to present offerings, Mr. Whiteside has a- new show which is better than his others. He has in- jected into "The Arabian" a lot of legitimate humor, always however at the expense of the Nordics in the cast. We have no idea why anybody should prefer to prosaically marry a British captain when there is a good — any good Arabian around. The Arabians have it ali over the Ruling Race as to costume, places to live, slaves to solve the servant problem and a superior viewpoint. The opening of the 4 Cohens was a decided event. Harry Ridings has for so long, and so graciously, represented Geòrgie in this city that Chicagoans awaited the swinging wide of the doors almost breathlessly, as much out of friendship for Mr. Ridings as out of admiration for George M. Cohen, Esq. The theatre is a masterpiece, and after the g 1 i 1 1 e r i n g munificence of the "Movie Palaces" it is a welcome and restful relief. It is rich without being gaudy. Beautiful without being over- dressed, and comfortable to the limit of modem conveniences. The sight of that gorgeous blue curtain is alone worth the price of admission, and added to that we have Mr. Cohen's latest and ablest offering on the stage "The Home Towners." Joe Laurie, Jr., scored at least 98 in his shooting with "If I Was Rich." Good for Joe. We were not at ali im- pressed with Louie the 14th. The Zieg- feld f o r m u 1 a is wearing a bit thin. Only the fine work of Errol and the cast saved it. That and the Ziegfeld theatrical snobbery. — M. A. H. THE CHICAGOAN 21 THE LOCAL LIQUOR MARKET ith its passion for being of use to the world and Chicago in particular, The Chicagoans have asked me to contribute a report on the locai liquor market. I am also includ- ing, on my own, a new recipe for mix ing which I find excellen.t. With each quotation in each number I will give The Chicagoans some t r i e k y new "punch." Herewith — Price to Con- sumers : Synthetic — referred to as "The Bunk"— Gin, fair quality, $40.00 case. Scotch, the same, $70.00 case. Bourbon, very little around — not worth while, $90.00 case. Real stuff — gin and whisky — is re ferred to as "The McCoy" and lists as follows : Gin, Gilbies, and Booth's High and Dry or Old Tom, $100.00 case. Scotch, almost too numerous to men- tion, but the principal brands now in circulation are Usher's Green Stripe, Teacher's Highland Cream, W h i t e Horse, Buchanan's, Heathery Isle, Am- bassador. Dewan's White Label, Spey Royal, età, may be had at from $90 to $100 a case. The best grades of Scotch such as Grant's Liqueur or Johnny Walker Black Label and Sandy MacDonald's Old Particular retail at from $115 to $125 a case. This is very rare and fine stuff — when purchased from a reliable merchant. The Bourbon situation is slightly different. Real American bottled bour bon is almost unobtainable in quantity. Most real bourbon is exported in bulk to Canada, bottled there under export stamp by the Old Dominion and Con solidated Distilleries as Old Judge, Old Colonel, Old Crow and Old Ken tucky. Prices on application. As for Champagne, one can get Cliquot Yellow Label, Mum's Cordon Rouge and Extra Dry, Pomeroy, Piper Heidsick, in quarts from $115 to $125. This is the McCoy. The Bunk is out. Liquors are obtainable on order — any possible demand can be filled. Ali good. Also any cocktail, ready mixed. Cordi als, ali and every one available. Apricot, Creme Yvette, Creme de Cocoa, etc, and these averaging from $75.00 to $80.00 a case. My dear, isnt she so expressive — / could just cry" Here's your new thrill. Get ready. What Killd of 3. Chicagoan ! ' Are You? Take 3 tumblers of white rock or gin ger ale. Three-quarter tumbler of Bi- cardi. One-half of Grenadine. Juice of a large 1 e m o n and some slieed oranges and much ice. Mix well in pitcher and serve cold. We cali this the Berries. It's a snappy and serious minded d r i n k for this weather, and gives a lot of pleasure to the gang. — "The Importer." Dissipation for Wilson Avenue 1. Are you the kind that goes to the Selwyn, sees "Gentlemen Prefer Blonds," and comes away with an emo- tional prejudice for brunettes? 2. Are you the hopeful kind that stili believe that the subway bill means anything to Chicago? 3. Do you find much business to attend to on a windy stretch of our own little Boul' Midi', at noon? 4. Are you one of those whose barometer is the tinge of J. Ham Lewis' whiskers? 5. Do you claim to know Mister Coolidge's snooping squad by name? 6 Have you the figures on how many inches of increase there has been in the hip pockets of Chicago trousers (as detailed by Chicago tailors) since 1918? 7. Do you believe that Lake Forest belongs to the Forest Preserve? 8. And — have you subscribed to The Chicagoan? — I. Willian. 22 THE CHICAGOAN MU/ICAL NOTE/ 'e are in the doldrums of the musical year. Chicago music is by no means limited to a few concerts and o p e r a s in midwinter. This is a corking musical town. But e a r 1 y in May things are dull. We can look forward to the usuai goings- on at Mr. Patten's gymnasium in Evanston, to some little heard church music in June at Mundelein, Illinois, and to the Ravinia season, which pro- mises much in the way of novelties and first rate singing by the glittering stars of the east. Du reste, only retrospect. "Pierrot Lunaire," the most provoc ative musical work of the past twenty years, written by a taciturn Viennese Jew, one Arnold Schoenberg, a mon- strous genius who has mastered every form of musical expression only to throw each side in searching for a new medium as the years of the last decade went glancing by. Pierrot Lunaire — • moonstruck pantaloon — on the stage of the Kenneth Sawyer Goodman Theatre in the person of Minna Hager, chant- ing, singing, wailing, a rising and fall- ing ecstatic voice against the background of an acid and mysterious ensemble guided by the shadow of a hand which was Mr. Stock's. Here was music in which ali past forms were vaguely recognizable seen through a spectrum of sound, utterly strange and vital. And later, the reappearance of the Philadelphia Symphony in our city after, we believe, twelve years absence. Many of us went to hear the blonde Stokowski with a big chip on the shoul- der. His was supposed to be the most finely trained, the most progressive audience in the east. With the excep- tion possibly of Kussewitsky, the name of Stokowski was the most important on the roster of American conductors. Now that was a challenge to a loyal symphony audience that has begun to consider Mr. Stock's Saturday nights (yea, and Friday afternqons) a very part of existence. But there was no standing against this yellow-maned, lithe young man. A handsomely engraved o n e - w a y ticket to Detroit was awarded Mr. Ossip Gabrilowitsch for the w o r s t breach of artistic good manners on record d u r i n g the season. He con- cluded a moderately interesting, work- manlike historical recital series with an afternoon of the moderns, including among others on his final program, such flaming young radicals as Rubin- stein, Cesar Franck, Grieg and Mac- Dowell. A modest little group of piano p i e e e s by Schoenberg f urnished the material for Mr. Gabrilowitsch 's acro- batics. Before he played them he fur- nished forth a monologue in the style of Eddie Cantor, to convince his gig- gling listeners that they were now in for the comic relief of the afternoon, indicating that Schoenberg was awfully good fun, and that nobody took him very seriously, least of ali the erudite conductor of the Detroit Symphony. Then he played the innocuous group and the audience guffawed, flattered by an intimate cameraderie with the son-in-law of Mark Twain. Thirty-five flappers were led forth in hysterics. Only one angry man in the back of the house shouted: "Why don't you teli us something about them?" But inside his notorious collar the virtuoso maintained a discreet silence. To speak more would have ruined his joke, and besides he might not have been able to answer very efficiently. There is further interesting matter to record, anent the symphonic season of Frederick Stock. This gentleman is getting to be as much a Chicago tradi- tion as the Board of Trade or the stone lions in front of the Art Insti- tute. There was the annual hearing of Schumann's Rhenish symphony, ali re- novated and beautified by an ampler instrumentation and a more pointed harmonic treatment, a job that Mr. Stock did himself the "Divine Poem" of Scriabin on a program equally divine, including as it did the Brahms D-major Violin Concerto played by a deft young Continental notable named Tzigeti, and one of the Bach Suites; a magnificent reading of Stravinski's "Rites of Spring" which taxed every resource of conductor and orchestra and found neither wanting; a com- paratively early symphony of Miaskow- ski, who is a great modem master in spite of the condescension of such cog- noscenti as Dr. Moore of the WGN; and, of course, Brahms. Brahms as interpreted by Stock is the happy re buttai to the critics of the conductor. He may do this with Beethoven and that with Debussy, but his Brahms is superb and there is little better to be heard either in Europe or the United States. What remains of the academic, what residue smells of the lamp in these marvellous symphonies Mr. Stock quickly purges away, and they become luminous and tender creations under his baton. For Walter Gieseking, that long, gawky pianist, so long famous in Cen tral Europe and fresh from a conquest of New York City, a separate para- graph is reserved. He is without ques- tion one of the most magistral of pres- ent day virtuosi. With Mr. Stock and a small ensemble he played a sardonie, angular composition of Paul Hinde- mith of Frankfort-on-Main, played it with ali the incisive brilliancy and frigid objectiveness it needed. And then he tuned his personality as well as his technical equipment down to the care- free tidiness of a Mozart Concerto. What followed is technically known as a "demonstration." For encores he replied with aquatics of Debussy and Ravel and forthwith the three pedals became what we have always thought some pianist would make them some day, devices to construct shimmering orchestrai bodies of tone. And that was Gieseking. Now, these were, to our mind, some of the "purple passages" of the past eight months. "Summer is a e u m e n in — " — Robert Pollak. THE CHICAGOAN 23 OUR PAINTED POLLIWOGS Troncatura, if you don't happen to know, is the Gesture of Pluck- ing a Flower. The one thing Chicago needs, parti- cularly in the vicinage of its Lake Front Lions, is BIGGER AND BET TER stroncatura. If we appear to be getting our fauna and flora a trifle mixed, that is neither here nor there, but everywhere. Put This in Your Buttonhole The first little posy that sobs aloud for plucking is the mystic impression, current in Rotarian and similar circles, to the effect that the -i~>Or painter, as a genus, exists in our sooty C rAvB trafile - clogged mist. ''^ He doesn't. He never has. He may occur upon inter- vallic occasion, but when he does, he is a miracle, usually a transient one. Not that he might not be glad to tarry, for there are worse places than Chicago in / which to paint. ]k fa, /W It is the Old/' W\ „. Boys who hasten his departure. And the latter do wisely, if not well. After ali, if a real painter were per- mitted to remain, what would happen to our Frederick Grants and Pauline Palmers — those "leading colorists," as our Maiden Aunt loves to cali them? What would become of our Zettlers and our Polaceks and other Institute playboys ? Nor is it merely the aforesaid Old Boys who sense the dubiety of the sit- uation. Many of our "radicals" are equally pleased with the institution of the Twentieth Century Limited. It is so easy to prate of Picasso and Matisse, when there's no one around who knows the difference — above ali, when there's no one to show the difference. Little Boy Blue Come Blow Your Horn Our Little Boy Blues of "criticism" may blow themselves red in the face, and Aunt Eleanor may rush back as fast as she can from California to save the situation, but the fact remains, Chicago, somehow, with ali her raucous "renaissances," has lost out in the field of paint. Back even in those four or five brave years before the war, her ex- hibit rooms were as dead as they are today, as they have always been — as they will be, always, till we rid our- s e 1 v e s of the impression that Mr. Harshe and his hand-picked juries have anything whatever to do with art. They haven't. Probably the greatest obstacle to a locai efflorescence on e a n v a s is the drought of real honest-to-god criticism — rather, of the attitude of mind which makes the growth of such a criticism possible. Mustn't-say-it is the inevit- able reaction to a sincere appraisal of the work of any of the Old Standbys. A gen eral p o 1 i e y of s h u s h prevails. We ali know, for e x a m p 1 e , that Lorad o — "our L o r a d o" — is a god-awful sculp- tor, but who dares say it? And i f he wants to say it, where al- l can he find place ? And if he does say it, he is at once properly spanked by our Maiden Aunt male and female. The trouble is, Chicago's painting ' ' e r i t i e i s m ' ' in the past has been about ten degrees more horrific than its painting. A late- Vieto ri an spinster who once d a b b e d in water colors — why shouldn't she make a good "critic"? Why, indeed? She may, and undoubtedly does, regard Laurencin as "sexy" and Chagall as "a young degenerate" ; her idea of a "modern- ist" may be, and probably is, Gerald Frank; but what's the difference? So much the better ! Who wants any thing to do with this "ugly" modem art, any way. (That "ugly," by the way, is the favorite vocable of the species. ) A Blue Grass Don Quixote But cheer up! There is hope for Chicago's kitchen garden of the more or less plastic arts. Up to two years ago, or thereabouts, the situation was that described above. No one dared hail while the Sainted Lorado was reigning. Then, of a sud- den, out of the proverbiai clear sky, there hove upon the scene a Kentucky Don Quixote. Bloomed, shortly after, the Chicago Evening Post's Magazine of the Art World, and for a year and a half now it has managed to keep in flower. Gradually, the initials, "C. J. B.," became familiar to our horrifìed eyes, and we have come to learn that those initials stand for C. J. Bulliet. Mr. Bulliet was a gentleman of avoirdupois, physical and cerebral. More, he brought with him from Louisville a keen aesthetic sense and a knowledge of the history and literature of painting that would drive a Ph. D. to envious suicide. His most distinguish- ing characteristic, however, was a pas- sion for the modem and even the freak — anything out of the rut. He likewise carried with him a sense of humor, which has since become the terror of the Old Boys. Ali Chicago, interested in paint, has looked on 24 THE CHICAGOAN while this hefty windmill-tilter, who should have confined his interests to beautiful horses and fast women, did the impossible. The impossible being to make the rose of criticism bloom in a creative desert. Little by little, "He'll never do it," "The business office will never stand for it' gave way to "How does he do it?" "How does he make the business office like it?" For the business office, strange to say, does like it. Perhaps, one of the reasons for this is Mr. R. B. ("Jack") Hawkins. Get Your Binoculars As to the public, whether it likes it or not matters little. It (the public) buys the magazine, and that does mat ter. It buys it and reads it, if only for purposes of a salutary irritation. If this is what it's looking for, it gets it. Meanwhile, there are those of us who see- in this naughty lad of criticism more hope for the flowering of an art of paint among us — if such an event is humanly possible — than is to be found in ali the glad-girl gurglings of the old gent who has "launched a campaign" to show Chicago its "wealth of native talent." — Samuel Putnam. <fhe ART CALLER ILf Fcr Fin to be queen of the May, mother, l'm — IN the matter of visiting art ex- hibits, Chicago is fast getting to be a big girl. Whatever the state of her native productivity — and she is, probably, just as fertile as New York, if you subtract from the latter the mid- western immigres — she now shares with her eastern sister a chance to view at some leisure the very best of European art that comes to these shores. There was a time, and that not so long ago, when this was not so. Now, thanks to the efforts of a few intrepid and ener- getic ones, such as Miss Alice Roullier and the members of her Arts Club com- mittee, our studio intelligentsia are no longer forced to babble of Picasso and Picabia, Mestrovic and Maillol from their knowledge of reproductions ; these artists may now be discussed in the presence of their works, and the north-of-the-river maiden may speak her mind of Laurencin as freely as she does of the indigenous Aunt Pauline. That, surely, is an advantage. It is as great a boon, almost, to the chit-chat of the ateliers as would be the discovery of a new bootlegger. Maillol and Faggi! A Rabelais gone to school on the Acropolis and a Dante who has seen the steel mills and ridden in an elevated train. Maillol, essentially French in his feel ing for sensuous line, but, at the same time, essentially Hellenic in the high serenity which he achieves. Faggi, a Fiorentine, fleeing the shade of Michel angelo for a studio in Erie Street, de- picting in stone the America he loves and that America within which he loves even more. He, too, has serenity, but it is the terrible serenity of grief , while the serenity of Maillol is that which follows after grief. The Frenchman, in- deed, reminds one of Walter Pater's lines: "The end of culture is not re- bellion but peace. Only when the soul has attained a deep moral stillness has it truly reached its end." Of the International Water Color Show, what is one .to say ? When work like Salcia Bahnc's new panel is ex- cluded by the jury on the ground of "too much oil composition," while work like that of Robert Riggs carries off the gold ribbon and the $200 prize, what is there to say? Probably, it was ali said — ali that need be said — in the contrast forced upon the visitor by that delightfully malicious institution, the Arts Club. Anyone who looked over the European water colors in the Arts Club room and then stepped into the other rooms, even the one occupied by Marin, had a pal- pable letdown coming. And even the water colors in this show within a show were far from being the best samples of the continental art the present re- viewer has seen. In addition to those mentioned, such respectable Americans of the present or the past as George Bellows, "Pop" Hart, George Luks, età, were repre- sented. The old standbys, needless to say, were present, including Robert Lee Eskridge, William J. Glackens, Rock well Kent, etc. Just why Glenn Mitchell should have been given so much space, one does not see. Brother Mitchell, by the way, has changed his style of painting considerably since the old days, when he worked on the Chi cago Tribune and before he went to Gay Paree. Just why the second prize awarded this year shouid have been given to Paul L. Gill one does not quite see, either. Possibly, Mr. Harsche and his coadjutors do. Salcia Bahnc, our first Chicago ar- tist, was represented with one of her earlier portraits on silk, shoved off into a dark corner. The French section of the show in- cluded Daumier, Forain, Maillol and others. The Russian, Norwegian, Scotch, Swedish and Swiss sections failed to impinge. As for burlin, more of him, may- hap, anon. We really must stop, since — London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling — — Samuel Putnam. THE CHICAGOAN 25 CARL SANDBURG MY OFFICE SHAREHOLDER A very small, gray-breasted peli- can — with bright yellow wings a long pink beak and a little brown head ali full of tiny holes — perches immobile upon my desk from morning until evening and reminds me, in his quiet, china way, of a famous con'temporary, Cari Sandburg. Ali the world knows the important things about this Chicago poet who has but recently added more laurels to his fame with the publication of his two books on Lincoln. But few people know the real Cari Sandburg who would — and did — present a little china pelican salt shaker to his office shareholderv U ,-c- It was one of those stormy days in late March. Cari Sandburg's desk had never been in greater upheaval. Ali day, a wad o.f tissue paper, lying on top of a paper at the same time. I turned away. I was ashamed of that wad of tissue paper even if Cari Sandburg wasn't ! The next thing I knew, this tali, loosely-hung man was towering above me, fumbling with that wad of tissue paper in an effort to get to the heart of the matter. And — the heart of the matter was — my gray-breasted, yellow- winged, pink-heaked china pelican. "This is yours," said the poet, in his soft, deep-toned way. "Mrs. Margaret Mann Crolius has the mate." ;-<;, Nothing nicer, more unexpected, had happened to me in a long time. I could. only murmur an incoherent^-'Thank. you." You; understand ! But I losfc. in. that moment, a great opportunity. To this day I do not know whether I have the husband or the wife! pile of papers on «K^ra^&d on a flirtationi^ittó^rnv^lWastebasket. But, forewarneij ffty predecessor (many times hÌ\p.sJÌS|M siTent thanks for her warnings)' tfrat Jfothing on Mr. Sandburg's desk shouf<Ì" be: touched, however strong the ùrge, I turned my back upon the intrigué» Then, toward evening, there was a violent kick at the door, a deterfnined bump, and in walked Cari Sandburg — his usuai manner of entrance — with a pile of books under one arm, a travel- ling bag and an overcoat on the other. A genial greeting, the business of get- ting settled, then— silence,! The prevailing disorder on his desk was just getting a good start when he and I caught sight of the wad of tissue Agenerous longitude in half tones — that is my impression of the phy sical Cari Sandburg. Everything about him seems long ^and gray. He usually wears a lbose-fitting gray tweed suit, and a gray felt hat atop a shaggy head of long, unruly gray hair. From under gray.1 eyebrows and behind silver- rimmed spectacles, keen, gray eyes wateh the pageant of this moving world. His smile- is long, his nose is long, the furrows on his fcrow and cheeks are long. Even his stogies — which he smokes continually except here in the office where he chews them — are very long. The deep-toned mellowness of his voice, which is almost a drawl, pro- longs pléasantly his otherwise succint conversation. Indeed, there is an al most exaggerated deliberateness about his talk and — his walk. There is a length between words as there is length in his stride. However, it is length without slowness. Cari Sandburg's sense of humor, also, is long — almost limitless. When a *n#r£ can chuckle over his own caricature, yet see in it possibilities for further grotes-; ; query, he is a humorist indeed. That isj; ': exactly what h^pened when Albert ' Carreno, tfjtéV caricaturist, drew ''-trjis. sketch of G||l"Bandburg. "How do you like it, Mr. Sand burg ?" asked Mr. Carreno. "If you think it is too exaggerated, FU do it over." There was a twinkle in his eyes, and a barely audible chuckle. "Well now — it's not exaggerated enough. I don't loófc: like that. ¦ It's too flabby. I'm not a'^to^ttbring old man. I don'f-care';hbw you picture me — as'-a» monkey or a poor fish, but I want: character in the drawing. Tfy that part around the chin again." "FU ink that now; and then, will you autograpfTit?" asked Mr. Carreno. "Sure," drawled Mr. Sandburg. Later, with this grotesque likeness before him, he said, as though talking to himself : ; "Pretty good — pretty good." And then — "The Poor Fish," he Wrote, "Cari Sandburg." The only "short" in Cari Sand burg's makeup that I have been able to discover, is his temper. That is very short, very quick, when anyone dis- turbs him at his work. "I don't care what a man is or has been," he told me one day, "whether he's a scoundrel or a hobo. I'm always glad to see him. But^-"here he paused for emphasis, "when I ara at my work, I will brook no dfsturbance. And, whoever disturbs me gets the full bene fit of my anger and vocabulary." There is always something of the un expected about Cari Sandburg. One never knows when or where he is going to be. Sometimes, when many days elapse without sight or sound of him here at the office, I wonder if he has journeyed to another -planet. I had just returned from lunch ; and swung into our box-like small office with the assurance of one who not only knows he has the right, but also the freedom of solitude. Soiitude did I say?" The room was crowded with two big men — Cari (Continued on page 30) 26 THE CHICAGOAN 3ook/- GOOD-AND BAD The temptation to compare An American Tragedy with It's Not Done, by William C. Bullit, is strong. The latter is a better novel. But the com- parison really shouldn't be made, even if Bullit is more intelligent in handling a boy's character in growth. John Corsey was pretty much a damned fool through his whole life, bèt he was con sistente aristocratic, losing everything he had, just brains enough to know he wanted and would have enjoyed so much more. And if, as Mr. Mencken babbled for the Sunday press a week or so back, character creation is the proper business of the novelist. William Bullit ought to be up in the front rank on the strength of his one level. No one, in these times, can do less than blush over dishing out such wash of praise, and naturally looks around for something at which to snort. Well, then, a couple of snorts at Sherwood Anderson s Notebook. Anderson has done so much better stuff, can do so very much better work that it was a shame he ever gathered up his magazine pieces and put them out in a book. It is the criticai commentaries that are ob- jectionable. His opinion of Lardner, Lewis, the state of Ohio, the working- man, and realism are possessed of no exceptional value. Had Anderson made this a smaller book, including only his "Notes Out of a Man's Life," the volume would have been fine. His notes on a life preserve emotions, thoughts, scenes and incidents that are fairer to Anderson as an artist, or work- man-artist, as he seems to prefer, than are any of his formai criticai notions. There are those books loosely called "war books" and the Spring season saw the appearance of several of these. Soldiers Pay, of the class, gets the literary croix de guerre with ali pos sible palms. But it is an after-the- war- book, despite its 1 o o s e r classi fication. There is no better representation of the enlisted-man's behavior and conver- sation anywhere than in the first few p a g e s of William Faulkner's novel, unless it be in a column or two of com- ment printed by the Saturday Review about a year ago, written by Thomas Beer on what is recalled not too per- fectly as the idiosyncrasies of language. Thomas Beer has been accused of having a language others do not ap- prove, those others commonly being upset reviewers who ignored their dis approvai of the language of his novels when his biographical study of Stephen Crane carne out to command their admiration. The Mauve Decade will surely confound them to the extent of forgetting they ever held anything against Beer, for it goes beyond Stephen Crane in biographical excel- lence, establishing a method of writing biographical history that compels ad miration for not only the man's indus- trious, careful research, but for his understanding of the age he describes, and for the charm and beauty of his manner in telling. He has written of the years from 1890 to 1900, approxi- mately speaking, thoughlives and events that o v e r 1 a p and affect the decade are treated. He has taken the little personages of those years, learned what they thought, how they behaved, what they wrote with relation to woman, politics, the workingman, lite- rature, the magazine, education and other "problems." Then, with his man ner that estimates to a nicety of how little importance most of this febrile exhibition was, how important much of it was as a background to what has followed, he has set down a more than worthy picture of those ten years that were so "pink trying to be purple," — the mauve decade. Franz Molnar has been at writing plays for a number of years and has come to some notice here and abroad. Liliom has been the favorite talking piece of a n y o n e who tried to speak about "better things of the theatre." Molnar has written a novel, Eva and the Derelict Boat, a study of oversen- sitive youth. It doesn't add particu- larly to the wealth of any literature. Certainly it doesn't detract from any. And that, badly enough, strikes the note of Eva and the Derelict Boat. It is carefully done, well done, but it scarcely rises to importance. Grobo was a Spanish youngster whose wine-selling, skinflint old man whaled the daylights and darkness out of him and then sold him to an English- man. Grobo's only trouble was that he loved everybody and aroused a sim- ilar emotion in others. He got along poorly in England, falling in love at a too tender age with a Street wench, getting kicked out of Harrow for kiss- ing another boy, and finally running away from his fpster p a r e n t to the camp o f a gypsy jongleur in Spain. There he lived until the expatriated and stout, General Gammerlommer sent him back to England to attend Oxford. He mixed up in love and murder and philosophy there and went Vanity Unfair THE CHICAGOAN 27 finally to Spain to take up residence in the castle the general was good enough to die and leave him. The book is amus- ing chiefly for the gentle horseplay of the author who juggles his chapters and style as well as his characters. What one would do when in Rome and confronted with the plea to reform the fifteen-year old son of an Italian dame, a son who would have been only normal had he called a halt when his affairs had mounted to the number of six, is told in Cabala, by Thorton Niven Wilder. What one did was to listen to the adolescent, hear his boast- ing and be a mourner at the funeral that followed his suicide. This is only one of the incidents growing out of the lives of a group of wealthy, able and eccentric individuals, who were in no sense organized, but to whom the rest of religio-politic Rome attached the name of the Cabala. Wilder has an amazing cKarm of style, a matured, mellow smoothness that is in no way spoiled by its master's being familiar with the rasping, forceful voices of those moderns, who in achieving value and importance, have thrown away the appeal of formai writing. — Lloyd George. COLD STORAGE Books handled here are those of which much has been said, or those not worth s a y i n g much about, and, of course, those out too recently to have much done about them. Topper, by Thorne Smith (McBride). Cosmo Top- per flirts with a spirit or two. He rebels against a leg of mutton and goes touring with a spirit lady from a low piane who materializes at im- proper moments. Lolly Willowes, Susan T. Warner (Viking Press). Praise on the jacket over-burdens this quiet history of a spinster joining up with the devil. The Book of the Rogue, edited by Joseph Lewis French (Boni and Liveright). AH the bad eggs in history are marshalled herein and allowed to do a little of their stuff under Mr. French's deft direction. Heat, by Isa Glenn {Alfred Knopf). A story of going native in Manila, in particular, and of the Phillipine problem in general. A well or ganized and executed tragedy. Odtaa, by John Mascfield (MacMillan). The name denotes one damned thing after another — a decent title, but not Hved up to by the book. The "things" are none of them "damned" enough to be exciting. Afternoon, by Susan Ertz (Appleton). An Eng- lishman, with his daughters grown, takes to falling in love, something done before and with more interest to the reader. The House Maid, by Naomi Royde-Smith (Alfred Knopf). Miss Royde-Smith again demonstrates her right to be writing novels and, particularly her skill in organization and arrangement of character and incident. It differs wholly from "The Tortoise-shell Cat." The Fool in Christ, by Gerhart Hauptman, translated by Thomas Seltzer (Viking Press). This is Hauptman's first novel, the value of which is not lessened by Ernest Boyd's preface. The Monk, by M. G. Lewis (Brentano*). This was the volume whose appearance in 1795 aroused an English public to a fear that It would contaminate the morals of the people. It is also the book that made Mr. Lewis famous and, in some degree, rich. — L. G. Thobbing, by Henshaw Ward (Bobbs-M errili). "A set at the circus of the intellect" it is de- scribed on the jacket, but farce should supplant circus. It's a book ali "thinkers" should read. The Vanity Case, Caroline Wells. Better than a lot of this lady's mystery stories. Mystery stories, of late, have been too infrequent. Usu- ally there are fifteen so-so yarns available, but now there seem to be less than a half dozen fair ones. Madame Pompadour, by Marcelle Tinayre (Put nam). Pompadour has been tarred before and whitewashed as well. Marcelle Tinayre gives her the right amount of each color and makes her come alive. 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Thru its columns càii t>e reached astute mouldéfs of Chicago's buying opinions. ¦ ¦-'. --. .:•*, -• ...¦:• No surer criterion of . the Chicagoans worth could possiblyexist than the judg- ment of the advertisers appearing in this issue. FOR ADVERTISING RATES, ADDRESS F. S. DAYJr. Advertising Manager POPULAR MUSIC EME JTIUQT SjJSroicAf.o Popular music, as it is hopefully called, has a hard row to hoe. It is only recently that anybody has taken it seriously. And. now that it has been taken seriously; and a e e o r d e d pleasantly long-bearded and kindly not- ice in Vanity Fair, our brilliant con- temporary The New Yorker, etc-, it is going to have an even riarder row to hoe. Because now lots of people have referred to it in demi-tones as "Art," and no less a .person than our. own Freddie Stock said that it is. interesting. And so forth. We, however, re'fuse'to treat it quite so seriously. When jazz was a humble, bastard offspring of African chants and modem ragtime it developed into its present somewhat high forni. It is at its best right now. We pray every night that its authors and composers and pub lishers will not take themselves too seri ously, and thus throttle the gay infant with the blankets of "artistry." In discussing popular music it is best to admit straight off that we are per- sonally partial to Blues. And our favor ite Blues is that classic of ali times — St. Louis Blues. And before we con tinue we pay our expected tribute to W. C. Handy's elaborate encyclopedia on Blues and Covarrubias' perfect illus- trations. Its a fascinating book, but we worry a trine because it sounds a bit "arty" and some of the pieces of music published in its smack less of the down- right, negro blues and more of the semi-civilized folk-songs-made-to-order. Stili and ali you can't afford not to have it in your musical library. Notice is hereby served to any and ali publishers of popular music, records, etc, that this department will accord sympathetic but of course strictly hon- est reviews to any of their new opus'. Time was too short, with the excite- ment and hurry of putting this first issue to press, to get the very newest songs, etc. .' So we gather up the more- or-less recent prices upon our piano and herewith list them. What Can I Say After I Say I'm Sorryf Published by Leo Feist. Supe rior ditty of the pathos variety. A little genuine emotion, lyrics "reasonably well dorie, and that rara avis; a definate idea (be it good or bad), behind the whole. Then VII Be Happy. Berlin pub lished it. The book of Ruth done a la jazz. Not bad. Sweet Man. Feist published this. At its best when sung by a negro. Amus- ingly unmoral, and somewhat warm. Not especially good however. Song of the Vagabonds, from "The Vagabond King." Healthily stirring music crammed with hokum and ef- fect. Excellent lyrics and guaranteed to make you take another drink. ... if you can get it. Huguette Waltz from the same opera. An exquisite, haunting waltz with infinite gentle e y n i e i s m in its verse. Just play the chorus. Quite sen- timental in spite of its theme. Song of the Flame. From the opera by that name and put out by Harms. Another thundering, romantic number, similar to the Vagabond Song. The Pied Piper of Chicago Please mention The Chicagoan. TI4E.CI4ICAGOAN Let's Talk About My Sweetie. Feist published this. Utterly nonsensi- cai but amusing. The maudlin ravings of a shiek sublimated by a good tune and fairly humorous viewpoint. Gus Kahn wrote the lyric, and Walter Donaldson the words. Pretty Little Baby. Another Feist song. Graceful and melodious, if some what thin. Nice, simpy words, and a sweet thing to warble after three drinks. Sid Silvers did the words, and Phil Baker and Ben Bernie the music. What A Man. Feist again! What a man HE is! This is a charming ex- ampie of how dose to the edge lyrics can come and get by. It has delightful innuendos — delightf ully shocking. A certain refreshing vulgarity is the key- note. Donaldson and Williams wrote it. Jackass Blues. Melrose, publishers. No Good. Horses. Feist! Well, of course, we have a weakness for nut songs. And musically speaking, the chorus is quite a little masterpiece of writing, the mo rii suggesting as it does the galloping motion of the gentle nags. Whiting and Byron Gay, of "Vamp" fame, are re sponsive for its birth. Don't Be a Fool, You Fool. Irving Berlin. Just another amusingly smudgy song, dedicated to the wives who like to think they are smart. (And some are — yes — no?) A few good wise cracks in it. Billy Rose, Mort Dixon and Con Conrad wrote it. Goes great in a cabaret about two a. m., when sung by the blond in diamond tights. Cossack Love Song. Ditto above. Unique, handsomely handled and ap- pealing. A Cup of Coffee, a Sandwich and You. From Charlot's Revue. Harms. Nimble dance music with amusing lyrics. Poor Little Rich Girl. Same as above as for where it come from, etc. Noel Coward wrote this song and made a very musicianly job of it. Pianiati- cally its a trifle scattered, but a lovely thing of its kind nevertheless. And VERY moral. Shake That Thing. Shapiro Bern- stein. The most brilliant recent work on blues. You should hear Ethel Wakler sing it! A tricky thing, depend- ent upon its rendition for its effect, as it is exceedingly short and casual as ali blues should be. / Love My Baby. Shapiro Bern- stein. Fair enough. We don't — not this particular one, anyway. — M.A.H. 29 For one low cosi summer fare see PACIFIC NORTHWEST ADVENTURE LAND SEE ali the Pacific Northwest. 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Wealth of experience and un- erring perception enables the artist in every in- stance to capture and permanently hold in port- raiture, the best qualities and most striking char- acteristics of his subject. The ultimate result obtained in any of my sitters reveals a decided spontaneity and natural- ness which are taken for granted by one. The actual work of taking the various expos- ures in preparation for the final portrait is greatly lessened by predisposing the sitter and overcom- ing his usuai self-consciousness. When thus sufficiently informed I proceed to make exposures, more or less in preparation, gradually overcoming or subduing the objection- able and emphasizing the more favorable qualities. This evolution is accomplished in a dynamic and rapidly progressing sequence of suggested thoughts in which the sitter's self-consciousness is completely obliterated. This procedure is mutu- ally interesting and counteracts heterogeneous ideas which the sitter usually entertains. The above psychology employed with adults, is only partially true of children. One advantage the children have over adults is their lack of self- consciousness. On the other hand, the making of a composition of a study, is very difncult with the little ones, because a study is first conceived in the mind of the artist, and must be realized unawares of the child. When the child is aware of any attempt at posing it will become self- conscious, until something else is introduced to divert and hold its attention. This is the secret of the art, which transforms a real likeness into a study, which will appeal, and be of interest to strangers. — Fernand deOueldre. CARL SANDBURG MY OFFICE SHAREHOLDER (Continued from page 25) Sandburg and Mr. Frankenstein — overcoats, hats, a guitar and a saxa- phone, and books and papers ali over my desk and table as well as Mr. Sand burg's. The air, thick with tobacco smoke, could have been sliced with my paper cutter. Cari Sandburg was strumming the guitar and humming Mr. Franken stein was supplying the saxophone ac- companiment at odd intervals. "Hope this won't bother you," of- fered the lyrist, a twanging minor chord suggesting the question mark. "It only happens about twice a year. Mr. Frankenstein and I are scoring some of my poetry." "That's quite ali right," I mur- mured, as I tried to find a place to put myself. "And if I did object it would- n't make any difference," I thought. And — when the next book of Cari Sandburg's lyrics comes out, I '11 admit that there will be a joyous sense of pride that "I was there when it hap- pened." — Edna I. Asmus. TI4ECI4ICAGOÀN 31 ònjoy Jyter-Iheatreno 7£ Julia King's ^Tea Hoonz 118 N. Dearborn. St CW-ICAGOAN For Your Convenience THE CHICAGOAN, 154 E. Erie St., Chicago, 111. Please enter my subscription to THE CHICAGOAN. ? 13 Issues— $1.50 ? 26 Issues— $3.00 ? 52 Issues— $5.00 Name . 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