RT/i's-W^ i ¦ -"'? 4 ¦ . P^ W ««1 ^s « ll#:t 111 ill v« iSSillll The Recondite Few HPHERE are two things about which I insist, and insist volubly — about which I am, justifiably enough, almost a martinet." Now it cannot be denied that this happy young gentleman had about him the compel ling air of one who knew precisely about what he was speaking. A rare faculty, indeed. One of them is good food," said the sure but slightly epicurean speaker. 'The other," he continued in a tone as clear as a clean moon in winter and, except for the recondite few, about as unobtainable, "the other is en tertaining, smart reading." AND, whisking under his arm a copy of the aware Chicagoan, that discriminating gen tleman, in a happy and enviable mood, went briskly on his way. <n, CI4ICAG0AN rHE Chicagoan— -Martin J. Quigley, Publisher; published fortnightly by Oakdale Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. 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By reason of its ten years of service to many of Chi cago's Smartest Social Func tions the Opera Club is the accepted place for affairs necessitating excellence of service and appointments. 18 West Walton Place Tel. Superior 6907 qmm The Resort of Fashion and the Epicure 1 8 W.Walton Place Opera Club Building For Reservations Phone Delaware 2592 Luncheon Dinner 4 TI4E CHICAGOAN noftmtmOanTMOtH OCCASIONS MILITARY TOURNAMENT— Soldiers Field, June 24-26. 317th Cavalry in war game. Col. Charles Lindbergh guest. Mrs. Rockefeller McCormick chairman of boxes. Col. T. A. Siqueland, 1388 Pure Oil Bldg., commandant. R A VINIA— Season opens June 25. Sheridan Road or Green Bay Road by motor. Special train service on C. 6? N. W., C. N. S. & M. Box office opens June 18. Address, Ravinia Company, 36 S. State. Phone Rogers Park 9112. THE STAGE* Words and Music GAT PAREE— Four Cohans, 119 N. Clark, Central 4937. Sophie Tucker, Chic Sale and innumerable Shubert players in revelations and dis- clothesures suggested by the title. One of the best Shubert shows the Shuberts have done. 8:15. Mat. Wed., Sat. THE MADCAP— Olympic, 74 W. Madison, Central 8240. The merry Mitzi in tuneful affairs worth eye ing and earing again, if not again. 8:15. Mat. Sat. LISTEH, DEARIE— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph, Central 8240. Fred Hildebrand, Doris Patston, Laura Lee and half a hundred others in a musical something by Harold Atte- ridge and Gertrude Purcell to tunes by Charles Gilpin. (To be re viewed.) 8:15. Mat. Wed., Sat. Just Words AMERICANS ALL— Playhouse, 410 S. Michigan, Wabash 0037. Louis Mann and Clara Lipman (Mrs. Mann) in dialect didoes formerly labeled That French Lady. 8:30. Mat. Wed., Sat. THE WILD WESCOTTS—Cort, 132 N. Dearborn, Central 0019. Lively *All listed attractions subject to thermometrical discontinuance. and amusing small town incidents so well liked locally that critical plaudits crowd cast names out of the billing. 8:30. Mat. Wed., Sat. TENTH AVENUE— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark, Randolph 4466. Love, mur der and other incidents in the lives of certain shady New Yorkers por trayed by Edna Hibbard, William Boyd and Louis Calhern. 8:30. Mat. Wed., Sat. THE BARKER— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th, Harrison 6609. Richard Ben nett in loud and lusty drammer con cerning the slightly soiled denizens of a street carnival who become more so as the play goes on. 8:25. Mat. Wed., Sat. DIFFERENT WOMEN— Woods, 54 West Randolph, State 8567. Frank Keenan and associates in a concoction by Eugene Walter which owes everything to Mr. Keenan. 8:30. Mat. Wed., Sat. For Tickets* F. COUTHOUI, IHC, 54 W. Ran dolph. Branches at Congress, Drake, Blackstone, La Salle, Sherman, Morrison, Stevens and Seneca Hotels; Hamitlon, Chicago Athletic, Illinois Athletic, Union League, University and Standard Clubs; Mandel Bros. State 7171. H. H- WATERFALL, Palmer House, Auditorium, Bismarck. Randolph 3486. /. HORWITZ, 141 N. Clark. Dear born 3800. UNITED, 89 W. Randolph. Ran dolph 0262. TYSON, 72 W. Randolph. Randolph 0021. *A (legal) service charge of $.50 per ticket may be made by agencies. THE CINEMA Downtown RESURRECTIOH — McVickers,~T5 W. Madison. Rod LaRocque and Dolores Del Rio in intensified por trayal of Tolstoys characters. Until June 27, longer if popular. Con tinuous. CHANG— Roosevelt, 110 N. State. Geographical and economical drama, not to say animal study, located in Siam and as full of kick as the thea tre is of people. (Review in this issue.) Continuous. CAPTAIKi SALVATION— Chicago, State at Lake — seven-seas adventure by middle class players, until June 27, then Roo\ies, a war comedy still better than all the others for seven days. With stage stuff and continu ous. North UPTOWN-Broadway at Lawrence— The Show, sideshow melodrama with John Gilbert and Renee Adoree, until June 27, then McFadden's Flats, Charles Murray and Chester Conklin in screaming comedy, until July 4. SHERIDAN— Irving Park at Sheridan Road — Monte Cristo, a revival with subsequently famous players, June 20-27. With Verne Buck and a camouflaged vaudeville show. South TIVOLI— 6325 Cottage Grove— Mc Fadden's Flats, riotous comedy, until June 27, then Haughty but Jiice, the charming Colleen Moore in almost anything, until next issue. Both pic tures with stage trappings, the sec ond with Bennie Krueger. CAPITOL — 7941 S. Halsted — The Beloved Rogue, John Barrymore im proving on Dennis King's Francois Villon, until June 27, then Eddie Cantor as a comic letter carrier in Special Delivery. Both pictures with Vitaphone and jazz vaudeville. Con tinuous. PICCADILLY— Hyde Park at Black stone — Wedding Bells, June 20-22; Cabaret, June 23-27; Special De livery, June 28-30; The Rejuvenation of Aunt Mary, July 1-4. All with stage and orchestral interruptions. TUCCWCAGOAN 5 West HARDING— 2724 Milwaukee Ave.— The Tender Hour, nicely concocted romance, June 20-27, then Naughty but 7<{ice, the incorrigible Colleen, for seven days; the photoplays alter nating with Lou KoslofFs jazzicians. Continuous. SEHATE — Madison at Kedzie — McFaddens Flats, until June 27, then J<[aughty but Hjce, Mark Fisher embellishing the films musically. Continuous. SPORTS HORSE SHOWS— Lake Forest Horse Show Association, Onwentsia Club, Lake Forest, July 8-9. National Saddle Horse Club, Lacka wanna County, Pa., June 24-25. Olympia, Wash., June 18-22. TURF RACING— Washington Park, Homewood, daily. Lincoln Fields, Crete, opening July 2. GOLF — Chicago District Amateur Championship, Columbus Park, June 29-July 2. Illinois State Amateur Champion ship, Columbus Park, June 29- July 2. TEHHIS — Intercollegiate Champion ship, Merion Cricket Club, begin ning June 27. POLO— Ft. Riley, Kans., June 20-22. Eastern Collegiate Championship, New York, June 20-22. ROWING — Poughkeepsie Regatta, June 29. GREYHOUND RACES— Nightly at Hawthorne, Thornton, Elgin and Lyons, and something to see. BASEBALL — Chicago Nationals at Cubs Park (Addison and Clark) playing Pittsburgh (June 19-20). Chicago Americans at Sox Park (W. 35th at Shields) playing St. Louis (June 21-22), Detroit (June 23-24- 25-26), Cleveland (June 27-28-29). TABLES anc* y°u want to give the party a LA SALLE ROOF— La Salle at Madi- „}?!f£'a „, xxr „ Jt, , *>n-opening June 11 with Jack HEWICTS-71 W. Randolph-the Chapman's orchestra. Couvert $.50 plaf ™\ used to advertise no until 9, then $1. orchestral din. STEVENS— 730 S. Michigan— main ART dining room Stevens Hotel Orches- ART fNSTITUTE-Annual Institute tra, Armin F. Hand directing, Roy ^^ ^^ ^ Bargy at the piana Dinner $3 Qdilon Redon Thomas W Nason, luncheon couvert $.50. Open until j . nn ^ wood engravings. : CHICAGO GALLERIES^-Tom Bar- CONGRESS— Michigan at Congress nett and Edgar Payne exhibits. — Pompeian Room opens June 11, FIELD MUSEUM— Ancient arts and Vincent Lopez and band, 6:30 to crafts. 8:30; then 10:30 to 2:00 in Balloon CHESTER JOHHSON GALLERIES Room at $2 couvert; until 3 : 00 at $3 Gauguin exhibit. Saturdays. M O'BRIEH & SOHS — American COLLEGE INN — Sherman Hotel, and European exhibits. Clark at Randolph— Maurie Sher- ROULLIER GALLERIES— Works of man and orchestra, until 8:00 except Wheeler Williams, Walt Kuhn, Saturday, then 11:00. Durer, Griggs, McBey. RANDOLPH ROOM— B ismarck WATSON AND BO ALER— Paneled Hotel, 171 W. Randolph — Benson's rooms, imported from England. Troubadours. Couvert $.50 after 8:15 ($1 Saturday). Open until STROLLS 1:00. MORHIHG— Art Institute to C. fe? PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe N. W. station, observantly. — Victorian Room, Victorian Room AFTEKXLOOH — Around Lorado orchestra, dancing with dinner. No Taft's Procession of Time, Washing- couvert. Empire Room, concert by ton Park, thrice. Petite Symphony orchestra, no EVEKIIKIG — Down South State, with couvert. company. RADiBO GARDENS— Clark at Law- LATER— Back, with bodyguard. rence — Al Katz and Kittens. pCArVTMf"' Couvert, after 8:00, $.75. Open ^fS.lJLlMKj air show starting June 20. Society Page 6 THE SAMOVAR-624 S. Michigan Co«me„t ' ] ! ! .' ! ! ! ! ." ! ." ! ! ! ! 8 — good food, dancing and a show, peacock 9 in good company. History '.'.'. '. '. '.'.'. '. '.'. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. '. 10 CIROS — 18 W. Walton — competent Chamberlin 11 menu and nice people. Gene Markey 12 CHEZ PIERRE— 247 E. Ontario— R- H- L • 13 excellent to show the out-of-town Overtones 14 guest, and otherwise. Boxing 15 Sports 17 COLOSIMO'S— 2126 S. Wabash— Derby l9 Italian and traditional, and not at all Caricature *"'"""""""""' exciting- Stage ....'.'.'.'..'.'.'.'.''.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'. 21 PLANTATION— 35th at South Park- Music; 22 way — the place to go if the party Cinema 23 wants to "see one of those places" Books 24 6 TWfrCmCAGOAN These Charming Harbingers of The Chicagoan JiHE CHICAGOAH. is the ** happy beneficiary of an ex- traordinary mode of introduction to a vast group of leading men and women of Chicago. Under the captaincy of Miss Jane Scriven, a notable list of young women have organised and carried to distinctive victory a cir culation drive in behalf of The Chicagoan. From a Drive Headquarters in the Wrigley Building these young women have caused "the story of The Chicagoan' to re-echo through out those regions of urban and suburban Chicago where soundest judgment abounds; where a maga zine truly representative of smart, sophisticated and intelligent Chi cago has been anxiously awaited — and the advent of such a one in The Chicagoan is enthusiastically hailed. The Chicagoan is grateful indeed for this auspicious introduction it has thus received to a long list of foremost Chicagoans. Among those participating in the Drive are the following: Mesdames The Misses Corinne McVoy Robert McCormick Adams Norvell Allen Emily Otis Charles Anderton Elaine Blackman oarane Otis T XT 1 Gerald Bigelow L. P. Bull Beatrice Burnet Jane Naugle Barbara Neff Dunlap Clark Rosamond Coffin Dorothy Rend Darwin Curtis Elizabeth Comstock Bluford Richardson Jack Dean Jane Condon Cornelia Richardson Michael Dearth Josephine Dickey Frances Richardson Charles Fargo Elizabeth Drake Elizabeth Ricker Charles Le Forgee John Martineau Ruth Elting Jane Schutler Jane Scriven Ralph Otis, Jr. Rosemary Gallery Winifred Smith Lyell Ritchie Eileen Lawlor Betty Sturges Robert Sturgis Gertrude Lucey Glee Viles Ewing Webb Eileen McGuire Edith Walker Lawrence Wilson Nancy McNulty Carter Williams Seriously at Work at THE CHICAGOAN Drive Head quarters — Mrs. Charles Fargo, Miss Jane Scriven, captain, Miss Beatrice Burnet and Miss Dorothy Rend. CI4ICAG0AN NOW it has never before occurred to us that there might be in this round world a Chicago other than the merry and busy one which we are now enjoying. And that we should not have discovered sooner the truthfulness of such an uninvestigated belief is a sin which, we feel, commands both for giveness and absolution. However convincing this assertion may be, the circumstances still remain that there are, to our present galvanic knowledge, three other cities bearing the name of Chicago. One, excusably enough, is in the region known as Ken tucky. A sheer southern boast and an empty victory. The other two are located in what we Americans call, lightly but not without conviction, the Old World. One in Russia, a very small settle ment with an uncertain population. Alarmingly uncertain when one remem bers the volcanic insecurity in which that country is at present smouldering. It is entirely a communistic settlement located near Crimea, the California of Russia, in which charming vicinity the former czar used to spend his idle win ter months. The other Chicago, our best author ities insist, is in Palestine. And it cannot be denied that we were bewil dered to learn that this settlement also has limited its citizens to individuals who embrace the soothing faith of com munism. NOW that a hamlet in Russia and a hamlet in Palestine bearing the same name should decide to erect a series of monuments to communism is what the world in its gentle way jaun tily refers to as a coincidence; but that each of those two towns should decide to call its village Chicago, a harmless Indian name representing a jolly city which, at best, smiles but meagerly on that particular theory of government control, is a circumstance which, at first thought, is not to be pierced without considerable wrinkling of the forehead and scratching of the head. But, again relying on our very reli able authority, the reason, once ex plained, is simple enough. The money which made possible the founding of these two sprightly settlements, unusual though they may be, was raised in this good city by and from people whose views on government control re flect a communistic predilection for the delightful theory of what's yours is mine, and what's mine is none of your affairs. fdother Goose FOUR and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie didn't cause half as much consternation as one little piece of steel baked into a cookie. The cookie was one of nine dozen which, like a well known brand of candy, had been "made with loving care" by a mother for three children away at school. It had taken a very long time to bake them, but when the last tempting morsels were removed from the oven their author was as well satisfied as she was tired. When she was putting away her utensils, however, she discovered that the point was broken off one of her knives. Sing a song of sixpence! What if it had been baked into a cookie! A microscopic search of the kitchen re vealed no trace of the scrap of sharp steel. Since it could not be proved innocent, the knife point was of neces sity assumed to be guilty of lurking foully in one of the cookies and since nobody knew which cookie it was they were all potentially murderous. Not a dainty dish to set before a king. When the man of the house returned home he found his wife on the verge of tears. But the man of the house was also a physician. He put the cookies into a large box and went away with them. When they were x-rayed the point was found in the twentieth cookie. Compromise INTERESTED more or less in the 1 lighthearted activity and inactivity of the rich and carefree, we found our selves the other day at the station bid ding goodbye to a merry cordon of very lucky friends who plan to visit Capri, Carthage, Cathay, Coast Salish and every other geographic spot which has thrust itself into the poetic or pro saic print of either hemisphere. They spoke of visiting the Victorian Albert Museum of London, the Mu seums of Rome, the art houses of the Orient- — noble institutions, certainly, worthy to provoke a healthy interest in the most incurious of the self-satis fied. They mentioned a trip into Tibet, tempting though uncautious as it may appear, and they told us, casually, as one speaks of going to the theatre, of a contemplated expedition to learn some thing of the old Igorot villages of Luzon. After we had said goodbye, joyfully enough, the train puffed out in a vol ley of smoke, and we saw, as we see each time we enter a railroad station, all those unretiring, red-eyed people who carry their emotions in their tear sacks and who cry after vanishing trains. A saddening sight. Unknown people, apparently, with whom no one, 8 TUtCMICAGOAN except the departed traveller, seems to have even a fragile acquaintance. Well— With the kindly if unsubtle boasts of our fortunate friends still ringing in our ears, we walked down Van Buren Street (a careless thoroughfare at best) to Michigan Boulevard, down that brisk avenue to Roosevelt Road, and from that uninhibited spot we crossed the bridge that leads to the Field Museum. AND this particular building — in spired by the Erectheum, one of the temples of the Acropolis group as everybody knows, and made of white Georgia marble — is an institution not to be dismissed by intelligent Chicago- ans without an interesting and exhaust ive investigation. We went to our favorite rooms to see the Indian exhibitions. There we found, as has been our good luck to find for quite some time, relics and re productions of the now wiped-out Sauk and Fox Indian tribes, ghosts of the dead red ages of North America which, less than two hundred years ago, built their shelters and did their yelping and scalping within the very limits of this busy city. And we found wailing within our subconscious a flailing insistence upon the glory of this western hemisphere. Relics of the Cheyenne, the Arapaho, the Pawnee are there. A series of Tol- tec and Aztec objects. The flaming old Inca empire. The plunderous but not unlearned Maya. And the devoutly religious Hopi whose life was a cease less and reverent villanelle for rain. INFORMATION regarding the van- 1 ished glory of these surging bucks has ever fallen kindly upon our Amer ican ears. We are particularly fond of the predecessors of these dusty prairies, the Sauk and the Fox tribes, whose thunderous, gaudy lives, which once resounded through these flat land scapes, are now reduced to mere casted mementoes — whose villages, once shrill with life and burly inclinations to do whatever their sun colored bodies fan cied, are now relegated to mere pid- dlings in paint and plaster. Recalling the red and yellow pag eantry of those nomadic and lusty peo ple brings to mind one or two unpleas ant customs in which they mirthfully reveled, a curious proclivity for attach ing sharp knives to white skulls, for instance. And when we thought of this unsocial and certainly graceless ac tion taking place within the limits of this long city, we felt a surge of com fort and safety welling within us as we glanced at the sharp-toothed sky line of Michigan Boulevard. That steel and stone structure, almost formidable in its austerity, seemed to us, after those gory reflections, really friendly, almost cozy. Commencement IT'S all over now. Except for the gay residue of collegers who will sweat out their final credits in summer ses sion — and such fellows are commonly merry if unlearned lads — the present scholastic season is done with. Even harassed editorial writers have con cluded their blurbs on the young man and the cruel world, thankful for a brief respite from Chinese and Nica- raguan jaw-busters which must be worked into daily opinions for such as read the editorial page. It's all over, sadly and irrevocably. One story remains out of the pass ing. It is the tale of a youth who had evidently profited by his four years of meditation. At least this young man had ideas of educational values. Strangely enough, he received his di ploma in spite of them. The near- parchment, alas, did not satisfy him. It was the usual lithograph setting forth the fact that he was entitled to the privileges and honors of a Bachelor of Arts (in itself an ironic babble) . And it was signed and countersigned by reg' istrars, comptrollers, deans, provosts, presidents and wardens, most of whom the recipient had never seen and of whose existence he was scarcely ac quainted. The new graduate expunged the names of such signers from his degree. He took it to the half dozen professors for whom he had a genuine respect and asked them to sign. The professors did so gladly. The result is a weird looking diploma, but it represents some thing. Out of the mass of blowziness, routine and platitude incident to the completion of a college course this one action somehow clinks as a golden note. Bargain ALL of which calls to mind a tale which a celebrated professor at Northwestern University told us the other evening. For some two months there had been in his class a student for whom he had what, for want of a kindlier word, might be called a Christian respect — but no more. The young man seemed alarmingly incapable of grasping the idea of the course, he appeared not at all conscious of the happenings set forth so faithfully and so lovingly by the aged educator. And that good gentleman felt deep down in his pedagogic makeup TUE CHICAGOAN 9 that he had failed in some manner to instil properly in the young blood what university bulletins refer to blandly as intellectual curiosity. In fact, this self- imagined failing fell heavily upon him until one day, when particularly irked by the fellow's overpowering ignorance, he said to the wordless student, "Tell me, young man, toward what degree are you working?" The features of the youngster's face assumed a most azoic expression. Back into the deepest recess of his idle and apparently unexplored brain he searched for an adequate reply. Finally he answered with the tone man has ever used when trying to strike a bar gain, a tone naive to a pointed extent but not without a blunt suggestion of self-satisfaction, "What degrees have you?" he asked. 'eacoct THE "Field's Opposite Us" story, treasured by Chicagoans these many years as the shortest of short cuts to that semblance of sophistication so essential to the happiness of country cousins in for the week (or month) end, became obsolete June 6. The inspired car card may linger on in definitely, but its kick is gone. In paid spaces conspicuous for content rather than lineage, Marshal Field and H. O. Stone closed that chapter of State Street and opened a new era of elegance in commerce. The gesture was a handsome thing. If a housewife in Englewood sniffed at it, if an habitual lip curler here and there derived personal gratification, no one wrote comic letters about it to the newspapers and no stage comedian worked the incident into his monologue. It was sure fire material, but a different kind, a kind that bathes a thoroughfare like State in radiance more brilliant than any conceivable number of brack eted incandescents. Chicago hosts have lost an epic jest, but they have gained an epic gesture that is better table talk. Express NOW we have on many occasions poked along on the tops of busses and wondered sharply to ourselves why those vehicles did not move faster. An aggravating pastime from which one is apt to reach well crystallized, if unflat tering, decisions. And yesterday, when a friend of ours told us his side of the story, we were, at first hearing, filled with a downright, unabashed conviction that he was wan dering, although forgivably, from the unrecognized but nevertheless Christian interpretation of the simple word "truth." He alighted, so he tells us, from a bus at Walton Place and walked slowly, as is his gentle custom, into the Drake Hotel. And by the time he received his daily mail and reached the elevators he was stricken with a whirling sink ing within his stomach which translated to his brain, unphysiologically enough, the formidable realization that he had left on that bus his wife's favorite, un- replaceable and family-bound umbrella. A realization which expressed itself by a low, hollow half-whistling. 1^ IGHT now let us make clear the *^ point that this was no usual spouse. He might have, conceivably at least, told his perduring mate that he had not taken the umbrella, that he had not the gauntest conception of where it might be — a statement not completely devoid of truth. Instead he found himself a cab and started after the bouncing bus, believ ing in his simple heart that if he over took that vehicle of polite transporta tion he could recapture the lost um brella. A reflection of the soul of this honest man. ALTHOUGH we are told that the cab driver was cautioned to spare no unnecessary risks, it was not until the bus reached the Edgewater Beach Hotel that our friend caught up with it. And right here, we feel, is where his story limps. But to get on with the tale, when he found the bus, after chasing it for several miles, the um brella, the favorite, unreplaceable, fam ily-bound umbrella was not to be seen. An unpleasant but, surely, believable conclusion. At first we were prompted from within to discredit the entire story, for we could find in our doubting hearts no such consuming admiration for the speed of busses; that the umbrella was missing was a less bewildering matter. 10 THE CHICAGOAN But after turning over the facts that the gentleman set forth, and after wit nessing his wordless and choking grief, we jumped to the unkind and practical determination that anyone who ex pected to recapture an article which had travelled for five miles on a public con veyance without an alert owner with pistols drawn to guard it would cer tainly be too honest, too completely un- inventive to concoct a story no matter how simple and unimpressive its plot. Dehacle E saw it ,^n the north corner of Madison and the Boulevard, and we watched it in spite of a drench ing splatter of blown rain which whipped over the glistening asphalt and broke in a froth against the curb. This assaulting rain had changed theu Boulevard spectacle from an ^orderly and brisk review with something almost military in its precision to a hopeless rout, a draggled, huddled panic. Order was gone, smartness extinguished. The well-drilled pageantry of boulevard peo ple had been disorganized in an instant before those flailing gusts of water, and individual units of the pageant hurried along in panic, or edged into shelter wide-eyed at the complete debacle. Frantic rallying taxi whistles made mournful music of defeat. Only one person stood her ground in the rout. She was, for all her cha grin, unbroken in spirit. Like a gren adier of the Old Guard, she neither fled nor surrendered. Very haughtily, indeed, she raised a summoning, imperi ous finger to each laboring cab that nosed through the downpour. BUT taxis were unheeding; already jammed with sodden fares, their drivers were bewildered in the half- blind press of traffic. Car after car passed her by. And though 6he was the kind of matron whose slightest nod could ordinarily bring a taxi crawling to her feet, today she was helpless. We watched her as her hauteur melted away. Her spirit yielded slowly at first, incredulous that its authority was gone. She was first despotic, then appealing, then frantic. Finally, even she gave way and sought shelter. Before we slipped along we caught a last glimpse. Her matronly face was still uncomprehending. To be suddenly stripped of the deference due her was too unthinkable to be quickly grasped. She only half understood the anarchy that raged about her. A gust of rain had turned her world upside down. She was for an instant the Czarina stunned by the revolution, a Roman matron new in the outrageous knowl edge that her city had fallen, that even now from heir proper streets rose the uncouth brattle of conquering Gauls. History THERE has recently come to our desk a copy of a book written by Mr. Douglas C. Murtrie. It bears the title: The First Printeres of Chicago — with a bibliography of the issues of the Chicago Press, 1836-1850. It is published by Pascal Covici — that is, 250 copies of it are published; there are no more. As the title suggests, it covers a his tory of early printing in Chicago, be ginning with the journalistic venture of Mr. John Calhoun in 1833 — The Chiacgo Democrat, a four page, six col umn paper, about fifteen by twenty inches in size. It tells also of the second newspaper of Chicago — The Chicago American, which appeared on June 8, 1835, printed and published by T. O. Davis. And it is interesting to note that the newspaper advertising rate in that un- garnished day was a dollar a square — one column wide and the same meas ure in depth. A modest stipend com pared to the fortunes unpocketed this expensive day for typographical ex- pertness — and Mr. McMurtrie's book is just that, typographical expertness. \ Matinee Wed. and Sat. . i WE quote, herewith, from his paragraphs on Rush Medical College, from whose files he obtained much of his copy: "It will never cease to be a matter of amazement to those familiar with the status of Chicago in this period that an institution of med ical education should have been estab lished at so early a date as was Rush Medical College. As this was a vigor' ous enterprise from the time it began actually to function in 1843, we may expect its publications to figure promi nently among the imprints of the period. And this turns out to be the case, etc." . . . Somehow to us there is a stalwart and not-to-be-denied glory about the old boys who ploughed through the early days of this city. And we find ourselves forever crediting to their side of the ledger generous and en viable quantities of fortitude — both gastronomic and mental. Improvements IT has been the vague and pleasant habit of Chicagoans to conjecture re garding a connection of the outer drive with the north side park system, such connection, so our loyal citizens hope. THE CHICAGOAN 11 is to be located at the mouth of the perverse and troublesome Chicago River. A noble idea. And for the purpose of easing the minds of those interested and eager persons — and we include ourselves in that list — we quote the following para graphs from a letter to President J. Kelly of the South Park Commission ers from Chairman James Simpson of the Chicago Plan Commission: "This plan provides for extending the outer drive in Grant Park straight north from the center of the Field Museum over the Illinois Central rail road tracks to the Chicago River. "Here the route turns east and fol lows the south bank of the river along the proposed extension of Wacker Drive to the river mouth. At this point the route turns north, crosses the river by means of a bascule bridge, and is carried on north over the Ogden Slip, the railroad tracks and interven ing private property to a connection with Lake Shore Drive at Ohio Street, the point where Lake Shore Drive now ends. The bridge and the outer drive north of the river will be very similar to the Michigan Avenue improve ment." IT has been estimated that the cost of this plan wOuld be approximately $9,000,000; $4,000,000 of which is to be expended by the South Park dis trict and $5,000,000 by the Lincoln Park section. The $4,000,000 esti mated as the South Park district's pro portion of the cost has already been authorized and the bond issue provided for, acocrding to the already-referred- to letter. And we, herewith, representing the attitude of the plain voter, offer our devout and reverent hope that some thing be done immediately to attach a pulmotor to the present funereal traffic activity, as some wit has called it. The recent repairs of the boulevard bridge which prohibited north traffic over that span has done little, we feel, to change the minds of those of us who for quite some' time have endorsed heartily the proposed connection. AND while on the subject of street improvements there has drifted recently to our able shores a suggestion to remove the sidewalk which now scouts the east side of the Water Tower to the west side of that curiously shaped building. The change would widen the bottle neck of the street at that point, namely, Chicago Avenue and the Drive. Another noble and commendatory idea. The other day we were regarding the doleful countenance of that ma ligned and elongated but certainly harmless bit of structure — the Water Tower. The self-consciously useless expresison with which it gives itself away struck a kind note within us. We felt sorry for the Water Tower which must stand idly and stiffly with no purpose to which it can be put and no one to admire it. A young gay thing near us remarked to her younger and gayer companion: "You know, Dorethy, you know what it looks like? It looks like the little castles they have in fish bowls." As We See It — Many ideas, sound and fictitious, have been expressed regarding the trans-Atlantic flights of Mr. Lind bergh and Mr. Chamberlin; many points of view have been eagerly ex changed; and both gentlemen have mustered to their defense an army of voluble and lusty admirers. All of which, surely, is as it should be. Cer tainly we have done our immodest share of the shouting. Now those admirers form a long list, varying from editorial writers to presidents and from West Madison Street beggars to patrons of the finest and wildest arts. But the most lethal attack of knee-bending which it has been our pleasure to observe was that of a certain musician who, up to two weeks ago, enjoyed a deliberate if un flattering claim to attention inasmuch as, under no circumstances, would he look into a newspaper; he prided him self on his anchoretic dissociation from world happenings — a weakness, inci dentally, which his knowledge of music could not justify. This reclusive young aesthete, curious as it may seem, spent the entire week with his narrow and snippy nose poked into any and every newspaper, magazine or down right unfeathered press-agentry pamph let on which he could get his eyes — provided it referred, directly or vague ly, to the two great flyers. That one super-man should accom plish so brave and unusual a feat was held by him with a reverence one usu ally concedes to religious miracles; but that another person should attach to himself a glory cap of similar color re sulted in a disorder which sent him into the newspapers for hours, into unusual and alarming discussions re garding these two many toasted gentle men. The evening of the Chamberlin flight he was stricken with acute in digestion, a disturbance which called for medical attention. The doctor questioned him closely. "Now is there anything about which you have been worrying?" he quizzed. "Yes," replied the weary and nerv ous musician, "Chamberlin. I can't get over it." —THE EDITORS. 12 THE CHICAGOAN I F I MAY THE sad illness of John Drew in San Francisco, striking down that gallant gentleman in the seventy-third year of his hearty existence and de priving Chicago audiences of viewing him next week in "Tirelawney of the Wells," brings to my mind a happier incident which linked the name of John Drew with San Francisco. Once upon a time, as some of you may re call, an earthquake picked up San Francisco by the seat of the trousers and shook it to pieces. Incidentally the town burned in a merry blaze. Now, Calif ornians (a race known to hold none too pessimistic opinions of the advantages of their state) con tinue to this day to refer lightly to that disaster as "the fire"; but if the San Francisco earthquake was only a fire, then that deluge which set Noah adrift in his ark was merely an over flowing bath-tub in the flat upstairs. However, to get on with our story there chanced to be in San Francisco at that time, playing with Willie Col lier's company in Richard Harding Davis' comedy, The Dictator, a prom ising young actor named John Barrymore. Amid the smoking ruins of the city Barrymore wrote to his sister, Ethel, recounting the har rowing story of the 'quake, and Ethel read the letter to their uncle, John Drew. It was a vivid letter, teeming with pathos, intended (so Barrymore has confessed) to evoke from his fam ily an immediate tender of financial assistance. In colorful detail he re lated how he had been flung violently from his bed at the first shock, and how, days later, weak from exhaustion and privation, he had been cruelly put to work by the soldiers, sorting stones. As John Drew listened to the sympa thetic reading of the letter he re mained strangely silent, whereupon Ethel Barrymore paused and asked: "What's the matter, Uncle Jack? Don't you believe it?" "I believe every word of it," replied John Drew. "It took a convulsion of Nature to make him get up, and the United States Army to make him go to work." IN the changing complexion of Chi cago one might contemplate with regret the passing of certain ancient institutions. I am not thinking at this moment of the departed tap-room and bier garten, but of a simpler, homelier /AY SO institution, the old-fashioned apothe cary shop, which had a night-bell be side its door. In this brisk age of progress you can buy almost anything in a drug store but drugs. They do a thriving business in automobile tires, victrolas, haberdashery and tomato soup, but they appear vastly annoyed if asked to "fill" a prescription. They would rather sell you a straw hat or an insurance policy. Too, they bolt their doors as soon as the last after- theatre customer has bolted his coco- cola. Now, there are times when medicines must be procured in the goblin hours between midnight and morning, and in such an emergency burghers of Chicago are out, if I may say so, of luck. For in Chicago a drug store that is open late at night is as rare as a mustache cup. This distressful situation impressed itself upon me only last week, when an eminent literary gent of London (whose name, for several sound rea> sons, cannot be noised about) was a visitor in our town. "Alas," he com plained to me, "I am disappointed in Chicago. For I have been here two days and I have not yet seen a murder." I apologized profusely, and with proper civic pride. "Things have come to a pretty pass," said I, John Drew "when a guest in our fair city is de nied the sight of even a small shoot ing affray." And forthwith I escort ed him to a cafe, not on the sight seers' list, where bad men and worse women are known to make personal appearances. The proprietor is an ex- pugilist, who in his day has dealt out more socks than the Holeproof Hos iery Company. (Adv.) Moreover, he is by way of being something of a gunman himself, in a modest fashion, and at his cafe the rattle of pistol shots can frequently be heard even above the rattle of dishes, as another gangster bites the dust. (And there is plenty of dust on everything to bite.) However, this proved to be a dull evening, and my visiting English man's desire for action was stymied. We dined among the scarlet citizens of the underworld, but we beheld no murders; there was not even a good hold-up. In short, nothing happened — except that the distinguished man of letters incurred a prodigious pto maine poisoning. I hastily brought him back to his hotel and summoned a doctor. His condition was discov ered to be alarming, and another doc tor was sent for. These two valiant practitioners worked over the poison victim all night. Toward dawn the dark angel hovered outside his door, and it was deemed urgent to procure a certain medicine if his life were to be saved. I went forth and searched the highways and the byways for a drug store -with open portals. Not one could I find, nor was the taxi-driver (a willing wight who, up to a week before, had been a resident of Hanni bal, Mo.) able to assist me. We lo cated several drug stores, but it would have required the services of a capable burglar to get into them. Perhaps they are called chain drug stores be cause they chain their doors at night. And meanwhile the celebrated Brit ish writer lay close to death. Finally, after an hour's frantic cruising about the dark, empty streets, we came upon an open-all-night apothecary's, where I secured the medicine and made off. The poison victim did not die. But several days later he was looking pale and interesting as I bade farewell to him at the station. "I am still dis appointed in Chicago," he said. "I expected to find a modern city of ma chine-guns, but instead I find a city that is back in the middle ages. Why, Chicago hasn't improved on the good old system of the Borgias!" —GENE MARKEY. THE CHICAGOAN 13 CHICAGOAN/ IT is difficult to say something sig nificant about anybody one admires very much without the risk of appear ing irreverent or of arousing the antip athy of the very one he is most anxious to please. I begin my dissertation thus for no other reason at all than I must begin somehow; and now that Richard Henry Little has already been exposed as guilty of singing in the bathroom, one of my choicest bits of secret gos sip is already stale. For myself, I can not verify the fact that he sings at all, whether in the bathroom or out of it; but he does show commendable en thusiasm for what he attempts, no mat ter what he achieves. But, as I started to say, never having been invited to bathe with Mr. Little, I cannot say definitely whether the singing is part of the bathing ritual or not; but I do know that he sings before breakfast. Now, as a child, I had a grand mother. There was nothing particu larly remarkable about having a grand mother, as in the beginning of the Victorian era it was quite the accepted thing, along with antimacassars, hand embroidery and other charming misap plications of that quaint period. I hope I am not violating a confidence or being guilty of well-meant but ill-advised gossip in mentioning it again, but Mr. Little does sing before breakfast. And when I say sing, I mean sing. One may have difficulty in identifying just what Mr. Little is singing, but there is no doubt that he is quite sincere in the belief he is singing. His range is quite marvelous; and although his memory for tunes may be lacking in some re spects, his singing is not without inter est for its own sake as he never finishes on quite the same key as he started or for that matter with the same song. BUT to go back to my grandmother, whom I have already explained. Being a healthy youngster, I was ac customed to wake up of a morning sing ing, and this habit caused my sainted grandmother considerable concern for my ultimate end which she fondly pre dicted would be the gallows. One of her favorite and most potent warnings was "sing before breakfast, cry before supper." With a long series of similar inhibitions I entered adolescence, but I Singing in the B. Pv. Richard Henry Little could never overcome the habit of wak ing up singing. I still do; and for that reason I am able to interpret Mr. Little's genius for singing before break fast, whether in the bathroom or out of it, as an unconscious protest against the sacred taboos which made all us Little Lord Fauntleroys the delicate but lovely things we were and from which we have never quite recovered. And that brings me to something else again. Granted he sings before breakfast, my sainted grandmother to the contrary notwithstanding, I have never seen Mr. Little cry either before supper or after it. In fact I have never seem him cry at all. I have seen him indignant, perhaps angry, occasionally impatient with a more than usually stupid aspirant for broadcasting triumphs; but I have never seem him cry, atlhough on one occasion he came dangerously close to it. The story goes that at a poker game one night the betting had become as wild as the deuces. One by one the contribs had dropped out, and Dick's only competitor for the substantial jackpot was one of the better known of the Line poets. The poet kept bid ding and bidding, apparently indiffer ent to the fact that Dick kept raising the ante with obviously increasing con fidence. Finally the poet decided that after all enough was enough, and so he called. Dick laid down four natu ral aces with a smile that boded no good and no end of sympathy for the poor poet; but the poet with a smile as poisonously sweet laid down a pair of kings and three deuces and, with a flourish perhaps a bit too accentuated, raked in the pot. Dick protested loudly and longly that fives did not beat fours when played with the Leathernecks in Havana. Although the inevitable and rather heated debate was settled by the others in favor of the poet, I doubt if Dick ever accepted the decision with out deploring the fact that the same Leathernecks with whom he used to play in Havana were not there to ham string the poor poet. As a matter of fact he made no secret of his desires; but even then he did not cry. And so I am forced to the conclusion that either my sainted grandmother, whom I have already explained and whose memory I hold in the greatest reverence, was mistaken in disapprov ing my early tendency to sing before breakfast, else Dick Little is the de lightful exception that proves the rule. But then Dick Little is delightfully ex ceptional in everything; and that's that. — D. F. T. Poetic Acceptances Sara Teasdale Accents an In vitation to the Ice Cream Social at the Christian Trust and Savings Bank I'll come to your festival, If Strephon will be there; I'll always go where Strephon goes. Because he's mild and fair. I will eat your pink ice cream, If Robin holds my plate; I always like young Robin's eyes, Though he stays up late. I'll attend your pretty fete, I know the time and place; I'll go anywhere to see My Colin make a face. Strephon, he will kiss my chin, And Robin kiss my ear, But Colin will just look at me And make a nasty sneer. —DONALD PLANT. 14 THCCULCAGQAN Overtone/ IT is a great solace to some of us that all golfers look alike going to and coming from the links. ? As a result of the latest investiga tion of ticket scalping, it is now pos sible to obtain main floor seats at the box office of Chicago theatres — fifteenth row, left. ? "Issues Licenses for Coolidges to Fish in South Dakota." — headline. When Cal goes forth to hoo\ the trout His mind will be quite free, no doubt, Because his license for the fishes Grants the same rights to his Mrs. Governor Small's agreement to settle with the State of Illinois for $650,000 is very satisfactory — it's $650,000 more than we thought the State would get. ? ? ? They're Slickers! Overtones: Up here in Windsor for the Grand Opening. Several wom en far back in the line fainted. Of course, they got their liquor first. Old Smuggler. ? "The event came to pass on June 10, 1847. It ignited no rivers," says the W. G. N. in commenting on the found ing of that paper. Even The Tribune's m most severe critics will take no excep tion to this statement. ? An Indiana coed won the Culver Military Academy literary prize with her poem, "On the Street Car." She was on the right track, apparently. ? Mayor Bartlett of Evanston had a motorist arrested when he wouldn't get his car out of the way, which was blocking that of the north shore city's chief executive. This situation has puzzled us for years, but we never thought of calling the police. ? "Generous-pocketed linen knickers," reads the advertisement of one of our leading sporting goods stores. Evi dently not after the Scotch trade. ? A Chicagoan suggests that the new paper money be colored differently by denominations — the one dollar green, the twOs pink, the fives blue and so on. If adopted, we suggest cerise for the one thousand dollar bill, as we never cared for that color anyway. ? Twenty-five years ago John Alex' ander Dowie ordered all male residents of Zion City to grow beards as a safe guard against bronchitis. When tun ing in this station we had always blamed static for the fuzzy reception. Have you made arrangements for your overseas flight? — g. c. A Useless Precaution PERHAPS the most cynical and futile comment I have ever seen is contained in the succinct words placarded above carefully railed off waste spaces — Keep off the Grass! I refer to the space between the side walk and the street — particularly along Michigan Boulevard north of the bridge and other busy thorough fares. That there is no grass, nothing but sod upturned with the ferocious activity one might connect with afore time resurrections, is of no account. That no one other than an explora tory lunatic would dream of vaulting the low wires and doing a Black Bottom on the inverted mud is alike of no account. No. Credulity points to the fact that behind the sods the seeds are still — not shining — but awaiting some last trump of forgot ten sunshine to spring into triumphant green. All around the streets one sees this. Little red posts and thick wire and foolish comment. Of course there is a sinister child hood that actually does leap the boundary line and jump. But it is the notice that jeopardizes and pre' cipitates this event. No child could resist such succulent disobedience. I LIKE grass. I have a distinct and pleasant knowledge of the grass of Lincoln Park, Jackson Park, of lawns in Rogers Park and Woodlawn. But this grass is grass. It is either so healthy that it defies anyone's walking on it; or it is protected by unclimb' able fences. It is more than a free meal for city birds. There is a lusti' ness about it that commands respect. But the enclosed mud flats along the sidewalks are shams. Provocative shams. Nothing more. And if — by the grace of Heaven, a few perverse infants, caterpillars, English sparrows and, possibly, a few enterprising earthworms — a few blades of grass actually do appear, there will be something indecent about the bald patches intervening; something that will suggest at once a well-planned advertising campaign for restoring hair. That, or the suggestion that some Sunday supplement scientist is ex' perimenting along the sidewalks with specimens of Egyptian wheat. Surely, no more. LILLIAN MACDONALD. 'And lady, you must remember us butchers is sensitive too. THE CHICAGOAN 15 JOURN ALL/TIC JOURNEY/ "Ringside Seats at Box Office Mow OW, pupils, today we will con sider the manly art of self de- N fense. Not, of course, from an objective point of view. I have little fear that any of you will grow up to be box fighters, but I am afraid, and gravely so, that some of you may some day exchange good money for the doubt ful privilege of watching two strong men pommel each other around a raised, square platform, bounded by ropes and paradoxically called a "ring." You may even fall under the spell of an evil influence and wager honest legal tender upon the chance that one of them will knock the other one cold. Therefore, the lesson today is de signed as a warning. You will remember, from your les sons in government, that we have in Springfield a big house known as the state capitol, in which a large group of men, entitled senators and assembly men, gather at intervals to make laws. When they are not making laws, they divide themselves up into committees and go places to investigate things. That is their business. Now then, about a year or so ago, these men devised a law which made it legal for promoters to hire box fighters to hold such vulgar exhibi tions as I have described and warned you against. A?TER making this law, however, k the senators and assemblymen realized they would have to do some thing more if public fighting for money was to be kept free of the breath of scandal. You can easily ap preciate that. So they appointed a boxing commission to supervise the activities of these strong men and their managers. Therein, my children, lies the point of this lecture. The commission was appointed and began supervising, but the halitosis breath of scandal just wouldn't keep away. I suppose you're wondering why. The answer is simple. First of all, when you attend one of these public orgies of primeval passions, you must pay at the gate, (and in some in stances wear your tuxedo and a white carnation), before you are permitted to enter the arena. • ; Perhaps, by now, you suspect that the simple act of handing over five, ten, fifteen or fifty dollars to the man at the box office window has some thing to do with the moral of this dissertation. You're right; it has. The muscular protagonists who do the punching positively refuse to get mad enough to wallop each other un less they are paid for it. The money is turned over to them by the pro moter, to whom, indirectly, you con tribute your share for the evening's fun. What is left over after the pro moter has paid the fighters and the expenses, he keeps for himself, maybe. But before this promoter can collect from you, he must obtain a permit to stage the fight from the commission appointed by the gentlemen at Spring field. You must see what this is leading to. IT all resolves down to the fact that there are entirely too many promot ers. It's only natural. All they do is get a permit, hire the fighters and col lect the money. Anybody would be glad of an opportunity to do that. But there are only a few fighters big enough and capable of socking each other so forcefully that the crowd will be satisfied and consider its money well spent. Besides that, the more proficient of these fistic persons are awarded championship titles and there are not enough titles to go around. You'll need no diagram to appreci ate the stiff competition which has de veloped among the promoters. In the scramble to sign good fight ers, some of them were left out in the cold. Then, un-Christianlike, the also-rans exhibited a nasty frame of mind towards their more successful brethren. The grumblers got together and de cided the successful promoter was a crook! They were sure the boxing commission was unfair, if not down right dishonest. A gullible public, they concluded, was being hornswog- gled by a set of un-American fisticuff - ers and their agents. Sit still until I tell you what they did. They went and told a newspaper reporter, who is good at exposing things, that there was graft and other crookedness going on in the pugilism business, and the reporter wrote down what they said. Almost before you "Son, when will you get a job?' "Oh, dad, I'm not a prophet." "Certainly not; you're a loss." 16 THE CHICAGOAN M'gosh Sis! You'll have to watch your diet. i could say scat, the whole thing came out smack bang in the paper. By chance, one of the representa tives at Springfield saw all this in print. Just imagine how excited he was! Graft in Chicago! "Boya," he probably said to his col leagues, "we must get up an investi gating committee and go to Chicago right away. I have it on reliable au thority there is graft up/ there — and we didn't know about it!" This big scandal came out just as the senators and assemblymen were getting ready to divide themselves up to go nosing into things, so it was easy to enroll a group to find out all about the boxing business in the big city. SIX or seven of them packed their overnight bags and in less than a day were registered at one of the big gest hotels in town. First, they called in all the promot ers who had talked to the reporter and started an "ask me another" game.. One of the committee members would ask a promoter if he knew about any graft and the promoter would say, "No, ask me another." Then members of the boxing com mission and the successful promoter were called in and asked some more questions. It was a lot of fun, at first, but after awhile it grew tiresome Finally the committee decided to go back to Springfield. I know what you're wondering. You're wondering why it was these promoters didn't tell the committee the same things they told the news paper man. Well, I'll tell you, and you'll do well to remember it. You can tell a newspaper man anything. He doesn't care, just so it makes some thing interesting to print in the paper. But an investigating committee, hunt ing out graft, is different. It might get overanxious and bite. Class is not dismissed. I haven't pointed the moral. It is just this: If you believe everything you read in the papers, you are amenable to the cur few law. ALL of which, begging your indul gence, is intended to indicate that the recent legislative investiga tion of professional boxing in Chicago was no more than a bureaucratic ges ture inspired by the plaints of a group of unlucky, pugilistic entrepreneurs, through the columns) of one sympa thetic newspaper. In all fairness to the legislators and the newspaper, however, I must re cord that one scandal — namely the fact that many so-called champion ship wrestling matches for years have been "fixed" beforehand — was un covered and published. To those who follow only casually, if at all, the ac tivities of professional wrestlers, this revelation may have been startling. Persons qualified as wrestling fans, or as generally well informed on pro fessional sports, have known or strongly suspected the existence of "gentlemen's agreements" between wrestlers and have been guided ac cordingly. This sport long years ago was tagged by the wise ones as the easiest sort of contest to "fix" and therefore the most likely to tempt crooked promoters and principals. It is, perhaps, a very good thing the state legislature has at last be come aware of the situation. I ven ture something may even be done about it. But seriously, speaking of professional wrestling, do you care? —JOSEPH DUGAN. THE CHICAGOAN 17 JPOKTJ Horse Show Society's activities at horse shows will be comparatively quiet for the next two weeks. With the big South Shore Country Club's national show a matter of history — and record making history in horse show circles at that — there are only two shows on the na tional schedule for the next twenty days. An international show at Olympia, Washington is now in progress and some of the best horses of the west coast are on exhibition. The National Saddle Horse Club will hold its an' nual national show June 24 and 25 in Lakawana County, Pennsylvania, and this exhibition should attract some of the stars of the exhibition ring. FOLLOWING the Sherwood Cup and River Forest invitational tour naments, which featured Chicago's ten nis program for the last two weeks, the weekly inter-club team matches as sume the center of the stage until July 25, when the Illinois State champion ships open at Skokie country club. To these inter-club matches, spon sored by the Chicago Tennis associa tion, goes much of the credit for the rapid strides Chicago has made in the tennis world in recent years. The as sociation was formed in 1915 with Sherwood, Irving Park, Unatre, Wil son Avenue, Wheaton, Rogers Park, West Maywood and Hamilton Park as the original members. The organization, under the leader ship of J. C. Stewart, present presi dent of the Western Lawn Tennis as sociation, was incorporated in 1917 un der its present name, and has grown until it embraces a total membership of more than 4,500 players. Play in the association is divided into three classes. Five clubs compete in class A, and ten in class C. Class B is divided, nine teams competing in the north sec tion and six in the south section. AMONG the better known play ers competing in the weekly matches are George Lott, Lucien E. Williams, Art Shaw, Axel Gravem, W. T. Hayes, A. L. Green, Jr., Art Kaiser and Ellis Klingeman. REVI EW The new Chicago Town and Tennis club, at Ridge and Thome avenues, at present is the largest club in the district and is rapidly making good its wish to be known as "the Forest Hills of the middle west." The club now boasts a membership of more than 500, and its new $250,000 clubhouse is one of the best in the country. Seven acres of ground is owned by the club, which has twenty-six clay courts, two cement ones, equipped with lights for night play, and six of the turf variety. In addition there are two squash courts. Three clay and two turf sections are used as exhibition courts and are circled with stands capable of seating 6,000. These sunken exhibition courts this year will be the scene of two of the country's leading tournaments. The inter-zone Davis cup play, which prob ably will feature Japan and France, will be played there Aug. 26, 27 and 28. Following the national champion ships in the east the club will stage the annual U. S. intersectional team matches, which should draw visiting Davis Cup players as well as most of America's ranking stars. Golf WITH the first of the big na tional championships past, golfers' attention is turning to the Chi cago District amateur championship at Olympia Fields, June 23 to 25. Eld- ridge Robinson, a slender youth from Southmoor who rose to take the crown worn by Bob Gardner at Glen Oak last year, doubtless will defend his championship. Gibson Dunlap, 17- year-old star of Maywood, Rudy Knepper, Bob Gardner, George Hart- man, J. Douglass Casey and Art Sweet are among those likely to be strong con tenders. Invitational tournaments, in which the club members invite their cronies for one big blowout of golf on nineteen holes or more, are beginning to blos som, 'though it won't be until next month that they begin to come in bunches. Sunset Ridge has a Chicago district association invitation the 16th, and Oak Park its battle on the 18th; Crystal Lake the 20th and Bob O'Link blossoms with its Hullabaloo the 21st and 22d. The Sunset Ridge stampede is the 28th. The Illinois state amateur champion ship is slated for Columbus Park, from June 29 to July 2, in which will com pete a number of good golfers. One of the excursions is the Trout Lake Golf Pow-Pow at the Trout Lake Club, Woodruff, Wisconsin, June 24 to 27. The Chicago Golfer is putting over this week-end tour to the North Woods. The club is about 400 miles from Chicago in the Land of Lakes Region and about half an hour's drive from the railway station at Woodruff, which lies in the center of the North ern Forest state park of some 76,000 acres. The club has six lakes on its property and the Manitowish river, which is used as a water hazard on the first and eighteenth holes. This is one of those golf-bridge-ride (saddle horses), fishing, swimming, etc., parties and about 250 Chicagoans are likely to spend the week-end there. Turf Racing THE June race meeting at Wash ington Park is fast drawing to a close and Chicagoans who like their turf dish are turning their eyes to Lin coln Fields, where the summer season opens on July 2. With Lincoln Fields this year Chi cago hopes to rival New York and its Saratoga, Maryland and its Pimlico, and Kentucky and its Churchill Downs; and enough high-priced stakes have been arranged to attract the best horses both east and west. Last year the Lincoln Fields meeting conflicted with the Saratoga season, but Lincoln Fields operates in July this year and Saratoga in August. Word has been received from New York that such prominent turfmen as Harry Payne Whitney, Joseph E. Wid- ener, Bud Fisher, Walter J. Salmon, 18 THE CHICAGOAN William DuPont, Jr., and many others will come west for the July racing at Lincoln Fields. The Lincoln handicap, to be de cided on Saturday, July 9, and carry ing $25,000 in added money as the prize, tops the Lincoln Fields' program. It is for 3 year olds and upward and will mark the first race this year in which the leading 3 year olds of the country clash with older horses. The race is at a mile and an eighth. There are a number of other $10,000 and $5,000 stakes on the program which will engage all the good horses in the country. Stuyvesant Peabody, John Hertz, C. B. Schaefer, H. T. Archibald, Fred erick M. Grabner, G. Frank Croissant, L. M. Mitchell, August Riley and H. E. Weiman are some of the Chicagoans who have been meeting with success with their horses during the Washing ton Park season. The last of the big stakes at Wash ington Park are the Robert M. Sweit- zer handicap, a distance event for horses of all ages which will engage the handicap stars in the west, and the Homewood stakes for 2-year-old colts, which may decide the western 2-year- old championship and have a strong bearing on the 2-year-old title race of America. Most of the starters in the Homewood stakes will be Derby candi dates next year. Track The climax to one of the greatest sea sons of track and field athletics among the athletic clubs, colleges and uni versities, and preparatory schools will be reached on July 1, 2, 4 and 5, when the National Amateur Athletic Union championship games will be held at Lincoln, Nebraska. A host of records were broken dur ing the early season meets and with the stars from all sections of the coun try competing, the National A. A. U. championships are sure to bring more record performances. From the Chicago district, the Illi nois A. C. and Chicago A. A. will en ter full teams in the meet at Lincoln. University of Chicago and Northwest ern University also will have men in the various events, although they prob ably will not compete under their school colors. All of the large eastern schools and clubs, as well as those from the Pacific Coast, will be in competition. The National A. A. U. meet this year is of especial importance because the results of the championships will go a long way in determining the mem bership of the United States Olympic team for the world's meet, which will be held at Amsterdam, Holland dur ing the summer of 1928. The athletes at Lincoln will be care fully checked and their performances recorded and the U. S. Olympic Com mittee probably will use these marks as a basis on which the American team will be chosen. Baseball FOR a wealthy man with a hobby, William Wrigley, Jr. seems to be setting the pace. Some five years ago William Wrig ley became interested in professional baseball. After a month's inspection of the game he became a fan. After a month of fandom he purchased a major league baseball team — the Chi cago National League club known throughout the country as the Cubs. But Mr. Wrigley's baseball hobby didn't end at that. Two years after purchasing the Cubs he decided to ex- pand his activities and bought the Los Angeles team of the Pacific Coast league, a minor league affiliated with the National and American leagues. And last month he went even further and purchased another minor league club — the Reading, Pennsylvania team of the International league, another minor institution. All of Mr. Wrigley's baseball clubs have prospered. The Cubs are known as one of the best young baseball teams in the country. The Los Angeles club had won championships of the Pacific Coast circuit and with the new man agement in charge the Reading team is showing new spirit and will prob ably finish the season in a good posi tion in the International league. The secret of his success with base ball is the ability of the Chicago mil lionaire to get baseball players and managers who like the sport and like their chief and play the best baseball they know. —SPORTSMAN. ? *JIt is astounding that Shakespeare won any positioa worth mentioning considering that his sole claim to rascality was a bit of poaching in Sir Thomas Lucey's park. After all he married Anne. THE CHICAGOAN 19 Derby! DERBY Day! The big race of the year at the newly established, traditionally named Washington Park race track is a re vival of the old American Derby that used to be the most important race meet in the country. There are those who may tell you that it was less important in the making of racing history than whatever meet happens to be their fa vorite recollection, that it was too much of a society show to be a first rate sporting event, but that i& an emi nence of discrimination. The old Derby was the event of the spring sea son, holding a much more important place than the Kentucky race, com parable to the Epsom race that gives the name Derby (pronounce it Darby, if you want to be really sporting) to them all. Those who can recall the old track, the old races, the old favorites and the old wagers tell enthusiastically of the swank and glitter, the style and display which made the Washington Park races a scene of glory well worth the view, if one never saw a horse put hoof to the turf. It was known as the Washington Park Club, being located just below Washington Park with the club house very near to the present site of White City. The list of those honored with member privileges at this club house was the most exclusive in town. The grand stand was reserved for what one old member, with delightful arrogance, characterized to me as the "rag-tag and bob-tail," meaning, of course, any one not a member of the club. It was from the club house lawn, a generous slope of green stretching from the veranda of the building down to the iron railing surrounding the mile long track, that social Chicago watched the races. The clothes, the "traps" as their owners deprecatingly termed them, were resplendent. THERE was talk among the better shops this year about sending out models to show the new mid-season sport clothes, but last minute news negatives the rumor. That is a real disappointment. Sport things, both those for actual sports wear and those others that are for any daytime occa sion, have never been so interesting. Pearlie Powell, for instance, has the most fascinating three-piece tan wool ensemble — that one of Berthe's which features buttoned, pleated pockets and double grosgrain ribbon banding. She has it both in the original and copies. It is the complete expression of the subtlety of the current mode. So sim ple in description — six facing pleats down the length of the straight back, these to give that nice flat effect so coveted; semi-raglan sleeves that are the unmistakable ear-marks of this season; ribbon bands; buttons. That is all. But what a garment they make! This Berthe model is copied in several versions. The most chic, to my mind, is the red printed white crepe with white buttons and bands of white gros grain ribbon that is woven in scallops. Capper and Capper are showing three new models in their incom parable felt hats. The "Fantana" they show in this month's Vogue, one they call the "Ardea" and, especially, a rather large hat with a straight-sided crown that is vaguely reminiscent of the Vagabond we all liked so well last year but has a decidedly more formal air. At O'Donnells, which seems to me to have clothes that are always in such quiet good taste, they have two frocks of especial distinction, a blue crepe, a copy of a Bernard dress, and a nice soft gray georgette dress that came in the original from Philippe and Gaston. The blue was deceivingly plain — the height of the mode for the moment- straight except for a suggested up-in- front movement achieved by pin-tuck small pleats at somewhere near the waistline, and a softly rippling jabot that closes over a tinted lace vest. The gray georgette is rather tailored with a bloused waist and three tiers of georgette fringes on the skirt. Quite the best buy on the Avenue is the three-piece cardigan suit shown by Peck and Peck. The one of wool jersey has a matching jersey skirt and cardigan jacket and a square-necked sweater blouse striped with rayon or silk. The other is a similar arrange ment, but of silk crepe which gives it a wider sphere of usefulness that jus tifies its higher price. With either of these suits and one or two of those new sleeveless white pique tennis frocks the sports needs of the average ward robe would be amply provided for. Printed chiffons are so charming and so altogether cool and comfortable that one is glad Fashion, sensible for once, recommends their use for sports occa sions. All of the houses have them in numbers. One of the nicest is the one I saw at McAvoy's. It was black with an almost solid pattern of tiny roses and had two points of interest, its one sided bolero — the Lelong frock that shows this rippling one-sided bolero is the darling of Paris right now — and the deep V of palest pink outlined with narrow green that underlies the front of the blouse, from neck to the gypsy girdle. With it is shown a large hair straw hat, black, with a soft black velvet bow. It was charming. EDNA CORY. 20 THE CHICAGOAN i T*r The fierduring Mitz? dancing fli^antly through one of the sfirightliest vehicles in which that young lady has yet a^eared. The heaming pro file of the firofier Sydney Greenstreet smiles a modest "yes" and not without conviction, to those who assert that he is doing big things in The Madcap, now flaying at the Olympic. THE CHICAGOAN 21 rfhe ST A G E THIS is the season of the year when theatres are apt to put up their shutters almost over-night. Of the eight attractions (as the managers identify them) now on exhibition in Chicago there are not three that would survive a good hot blast of summer weather, and ere The Chicagoan bounces to press the electric lights may be switched off over the facades of sev eral playhouses. These are days when actors watch the thermometer with anxious eyes. For the summer visitor in Chicago, not to mention what is known as the local public, the sign-boards above Mrs. Couthoui's ticket counters offer a wide assortment of entertainment. In the way of music shows (and there is nothing in their way except a stringent tariff) we have Gay Paree at the 4 Cohans, Mitzi in The Madcap at the Olympic, and Listen, Dearie at the Garrick. Of comedies and such, there is The Wild Westcotts at the Cort, and Mr. Mann and Miss Lipman in Americans All at the Playhouse. The remaining three are made of sterner stuff: melodramas of varying intensity. Richard Bennett in The Bar\er con tinues to do a lively business at the Blackstone, Tenth Avenue holds forth nightly at the Adelphi (unless it has suddenly shut up shop) and Frank Keenan is probably still performing Different Women at the Woods. Mr. Bimberg, the buyer, and all other out-of-town customers, including Uncle Newt from Moline, will mark Gay Paree as their first choice. Here is the gaudiest cantata that the Broth ers Shubert have sent us. Mme. Sophie Tucker is louder and funnier than ever, and not only wrings cheers from her audiences with her songs, but causes them to roll in the aisles at her goings- on in the sketches created for her by the Shubert corps of obscenic designers. Chic Sale, our first impersonator of rustic yahoos, is at his best in a new and shining array of character come dies, with a complete change of whis kers. (Long may they wave.) The other performers appear to know their way about, but we wish that some ma terial be found which is worthy of the talents of Frank Gaby, an abler buf foon than the Messrs. Shubert give him a chance to be. As for the girls, we lift our last year's straw hat to them. Such an abundant and agile battalion of pleasing damsels has not been re vealed upon any stage in Chicago in several seasons. Mr. Bimberg, the buyer, and Uncle Newt from Moline will not be disappointed in Gay Paree. Indeed, they will probably want to go again the next evening. THE incomparable Mitzi, as her billing vouchsafes (and not with out reason), has a vehicle in The Mad cap which fits her like a Deauville swimming-suit. It is a tuneful farce, taken from the French (American tourists seem to be the only people who can't take something from the French!) and through it Mitzi sings, dances and clowns in sprightly fashion, assisted by Ethel Intropodi, Sydney Greenstreet, Harry Puck and others. Mitzi herself is an evening's entertain ment, but we would be happier if her antics did not remind us at moments of the flat-derbied comedy style of Lew Fields. However, The Madcap is top- hole fun. Listen, Dearie, at the Garrick, is a new touchrand-go charade, of the sort that good old Harold Atteridge turns out — and the Messrs. Shubert never turn down. The tinkling tunes are by Charles Gilpin, not to be confused with the beige-tinted actor who played Emperor Jones a few seasons ago. There are some more or less important C'EST LA VIE, as" the French have it. Well, the French certainly HAVE "it" entertainers engaged in doing this and that through Listen, Dearie, and we have not the slightest doubt that the entire production was staged under the personal supervision of Mr. J. J. Shubert. Listen, Dearie is entitled to one distinction: Before it burst upon the dimming effulgence of Randolph Street it had not been revealed along Broadway. But it finds its way out to our frontier, after a few preliminary weeks among the cultured confines of Boston and Philadelphia. Chicago will find the Garrick a place to go of an evening. If you have not yet seen Tenth Avenue at the Adelphi, and you enjoy hardy fare in the theatre, then make haste to view it, ere it folds its tent and more or less silently steals away. Mr. MacGowan and Col. Griscom, the authors, have devised a melodrama of New York crookdom which unfolds a strong story of love, hate, jealousy, murder, detectives, Sing Sing and what not, splendidly played by Edna Hib- bard, Louis Calhern, William Boyd and a cast that couldn't be improved. DICHARD BENNET in The Bar\er I^Nkhas settled down for a cozy run at the Blackstone. The B*ar\er is a * raucous drama of the street carnivals, amazingly realistic in the matter of off stage noises, shooting-gallery bells, merry-go-round music, etc., wherein Mr. Bennett portrays a hard-boiled ballyhoo man trying to protect the honor of his soft-boiled son against the wiles of a painted huzzy. The clients appear to think it's just dandy. Miss Anne Morrison's comedy of suburban life, The Wild Westcotts, ought to remain at the Cort until it is time for little Julius to go back to school. It has caught on, as the say ing goes, and, like the good, clean Tarkingtonian entertainment it is, de serves your attention. Cousin Minnie from Winnetka will enjoy it. So will anybody else. Mr. Louis Mann and Miss Clara Lipman are still (unless they have de cided to go on their vacation) giving their public its money's worth in Col. Shipman's masterpiece, Americans All. This charade was called earlier in its run, That French Lady. But even if you can't remember which title they're using now, don't let it worry you. At the Woods Mr. Frank Keenan, that stalwart Chicago favorite, and last of the eyebrow actors, may yet be con tinuing nightly in his struggles with Different Women. Who can tell? —GENE MARKEY. 22 THE CHICAGOAN MU/ICAL NOTE/ THE highly touted "Sea Sym phony" of Vaughan Williams, given its first American hearing at the North Shore Festival, turned out to be mildly disappointing. Dr. Wil liams, a highly skilled craftsman, used, to set Walt Whitman's poem, a lively combination of orchestra, chorus, grand organ, soloists and a cappella choir. He had, as programmatic con tent for his opus, the sweeping lines of the Camden Wizard. The soloists, Horace Stevens and Florence Austral, were excellent, the leadership of the benevolent Dean Lutkin perfection it self, and the massed tone production of the choristers of no uncertain or der. It was the music itself that fell short of the expected mark. For in writing it, Williams was more than ever absorbed with the harmonic heritage of Wagner and he sounded, particularly in the scherzo-like move ment, too derivative for our comfort. Notwithstanding the composers' lavish use of instruments and performers, in spite of his own lavish technical equipment, the result of his labor does not measure up to the loveliness of the verses he has set. The last concert of the festival (we missed Braslau in the afternoon) con sisted largely of encores by Lawrence Tibbett and Anna Case, who rightly brought great joy to the Evanstonian cognoscenti. Tibbett, since he jumped i$ AAA-? I? M££K£JC~:. 'Spinach! Sadie, who ever heard of eating spinach in a swell place like this." into fame in Falstaff at the Metropoli tan, has demonstrated an unquestion able right to hold his place in the sun. Besides ladling out several arias of the more conventional sort he sang (and acted) Moussorgski's Song of the Flea and got away with it as well as Chaliapin. But his best moment was in Deems Taylor's Captain Strat- ton's Fancy, a folk-setting with in tricately interesting piano accompani ment, sung by the dark young man with incomparable richness and gusto. Herr Stock's contribution was not able for a sadly clipped but well-read version of the Fire-Bird Suite of Stravinsky and the little Irish Wash erwoman jig arrangement of Leo Sowerby, an opus which proves how grand Leo can be when he isn't gran diose. A Liittle Lighter A JAZZ tune is insidious— like hali tosis. You hear it some place, maybe at a movie; later it floats out at you from somebody's Freed-Eisemann; then an orchestra plays it while you are peacefully dining in a Loop hotel, and again you hear some LaSalle Street bond-salesman forcing it out in cracked pitch from under his mangled hat and green gold glasses. In des pair you go to Waterson, Berlin and Snyder and buy the damned thing. Such a ditty is Sam the Old Ac cordion Man, now sweeping the streets. It is an unqualified apos trophe to the harmonic virtues of a levee nigger who "just plays chords like nobody can." The verse is no great shakes but the chorus has a down-dip that's quite a tickler and, in its center, a major-minor transition worthy of Mr. Mackay's son-in-law. In salad days, when we had nothing to do but sit for hours eating pastries in a cafe on the Ring across the street from the Opera, we heard with parti cular liking certain ingratiating Wien er tunelets by a Dr. Robert Kartscher. Now he appears suddenly in our midst with a wham as the author of When Day is Done, introduced by Paul Whiteman when he returned last from Mittel-Europa. This song is milk and honey, pervasive, and silkily seductive. If Johann Strauss had known what fox-trots were he would have written them like this. Try it on your favorite instrument of torture and don't mind the words by Bud de Sylva. —ROBERT POLLAK. THE CHICAGOAN 23 Hfhe CINEMA IT is possible that the best new pic ture in town may be gone by the time lumbering presses convey to you this necesasrily somewhat sketchy in formation about it. The picture is Chang. Chang went into the Roosevelt on the heels of the unfortunately com posed Convoy and the foyer of that cinema immediately took on the aspect of the I. C. tunnel on a Saturday morning. An extremely competent ad writer was directly responsible for this, but not even competent ad men keep theatres filled when pictures are less than their representations. Chang is the occasional picture, far too occa sional, that goes its ablest representa tions not one but several better. It is no betrayal of confidence to state that Chang is a picture made in Asia by the two brave and remarkably undiscouraged Americans who made Grass in Persia and brought it home to see its excellence wasted upon a public which will have none of plot less, however pointed, pictorial matter. Nor is it a secret that these courage ous camera men — Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Schoensack by unheroic name — returned to Asia determined that their second venture should not go afoul the fog bank that ended their initial flight. Additional facts which may be divulged are that no white actor appears in the picture and no pen has attempted the story the lens so graphically narrates. Beyond these items it is not well to go, either in writing about the picture or discussing it after you have seen it, for the embargo upon verbal discussion of the picture is not imposed without reason. Nor is the reason, in the re motest sense, kin to that prompting similar imprecations on the part of producers who manufacture mystery plays. See Chang. ONE other new picture merits men tion. It is called The Show and has as its principal bid for attention a certain freedom of narrative which might be more nobly employed but charms on its own. The thing is also imaginative in uncommon, although not superlative, degree. And it has Renee Adoree as a great-natured daughter of the blacktops in nicely graduated contrast to John Gilbert's hot-eyed destroyer of faith and fancy. No triumph, it is still a better than ordinary production. IN the absence of first water pictures currently available, inspection of prospects may while away a column to advantage. Among the pictures prom ised for the near and more remote future are: The Wedding March, Vienna in the extravagant manner of Erich Von Stroheim. . . . Abie's Irish Rose, the orginal done in film without camou flage. . . . Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, another direct adaptation. . . . Fire man Save My Child, with Wallace Beery and Raymond Hatton doing for the fire laddies what they've done for the Army and Navy. . . . Under' world, something by Ben Hecht. . . . Glorifying the American Girl, by, with permission of and about Mr. Ziegfeld. Beau Sabreur, sequel to Beau Geste. . . . Devil May Care, Hula and Red Hair with Clara Bow. . . . A Paris Divorce and A Celebrated Woman as occupations for the none such Florence Vidor. ... Service For Ladies, The Beauty Doctor and With Their Eyes Open, with the faultless Menjou, and maybe it's well at this point to make another paragraph for: Annie Laurie, well spoken of as Lil lian Gish's best work. . . . The Smart Alec^, an ideal casting for William Haines. . . . The Hypnotist, which sounds better with the name of Lon Chaney as star. . . . Rose-Marie, the Harbach-Hammerstein cantata sans voices. . . . The Garden of Allah, produced by the capable (when earn est) Rex Ingram. . . . The Lovelorn, no doubt what's called a "nifty," since Beatrice Fairfax is down as author. . . . Dumb Dora, another comic strip enacted by Marion Davies. ... Love, Hollywood for Tolstoi's "Anna Kare- nina," in which Greta Garbo will slink under direction of Dimitri Buchowetski, and another paragraph is needed for: Mary Pickford in My Best Girl. . . . Douglas Fairbanks in The Gaucho. . . . Norma Talmadge in Camille. . . . Col leen Moore in Baby Face. . . . Con stance Talmadge in Brea\fast at Sun rise. . . . Billie Dove, suddenly popular after years in relative obscurity, in The Stolen Bride and The Heart of a FoV lies Girl. . . . The Bar\er, a George Fitzmaurice production as yet uncast. . . . Lewis Stone and Maria Corda in The Private Life of Helen of Troy. . . . Max Reinhardt's The Miracle with a cast that reads like a Beverley Hills (Cal.) phone book. Then there will be the usual comedy from Harold Lloyd, whose turn it is to make a funny one, and perhaps Lita will let Sharlee complete The Circus before tentshows are no more. And there will be the usual number of little pictures grown big in the making and big ones made worthless by the march of events. And there is, already com pleted and for some reason withheld from general exhibition, a very extraor dinary picture called Wings which cer tainly should do well at this time. As yet, to the best of available ad vices, no producer has bought screen rights to "Why We Behave Like Hu man Beings" and the highly marketable suggestion is contributed herewith as this column's fortnightly gift to art. — w. R. WEAVER. For Your Convenience THE CHICAGOAN, 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. Please enter my subscription to THE CHICAGOAN. D 13 Issues— $1.50 ? 26 Issues— $3.00 m 24 THE CHICAGOAN Book/- WITHOUT half trying, it would be possible to keep this column as patriotic as the rest of The Chi' cagoan. No two weeks go by without some Chicago author perpetrating a book worth mentioning, and it so hap pens that four out of the several books that I have read these two weeks are by Chicago authors. One of the four goes so far as to have a Chicago pub lisher. This last is "Down Stream," a vol ume of J. K. Huysmans, translated from the French by Samuel Putnam and published by Pascal Covici. It is a collection of pieces hitherto unpub lished in English, and "Down Stream," the title of one of them, makes an ex tremely clever title for all, partly be cause the recollection follows Huysmans from his source, namely his first novel "Marthe," to his Twenty- Year-After Preface to A Rebours, and partly be cause the theme of the two longer pieces is just that. Huysmans is an extraordinarily difficult author to trans late, but Mr. Putnam has found the vocabulary for it, and has brought the whole realistic nightmare point by point into an English as many-faceted as the original French. JANET A. FAIRBANK, too, has been successful in her choice of a title. "Idle Hands" she calls her new volume of short stories, and each story in it is concerned with the things that people do when they haven't anything in particular to do. The title story is of a woman who has thrown herself into war work, and who emerges into peace with a sense of nothing to do. Satan is supposed to find mischief for such hands, but these are hands that find "drives" more absorbing than love affairs. Then there is the English au thor, who, having at the moment noth ing to say, decides to make a lecture tour of America. And there is the multimillionaire who doesn't like golf and is therefore driven to collecting pictures. These three among others. "The New Medical Follies" (Boni and Liveright), by Morris Fishbein, M. D., of the American Medical As sociation and the University of Chi cago, is a sequel to "The Medical Fol lies" of last year, a book which has gone through seven editions, entertain ing its readers and doing them good as it went. The new book begins with an encyclopaedia of cults, and from aerotherapy to zonotherapy, not a let ter of the alphabet is unattended. Dr. Fishbein in large doses or in small is extremely useful as an antidote to ad vertising. In some cases, diet breads for instance, the antidote may safely be taken afterwards, but in others, facial surgery for example, and re juvenation, the only safe way is to swallow the antidote in large quanti ties first. Dr. William O. Krohn of Chicago, tired of giving expert opinions at mur der trials, decided to take a holiday, and for the sake of a complete change, planned to spend it among the head hunting Dyaks of Borneo. His collec tion of art specimens, including every thing from babies' rattles to blowpipes, is now to be seen at the Field Museum of Natural History. His new book, "In Borneo Jungles" (Bobbs-Merrill) , covers those aspects of Dyak home- life that can't be imprisoned in show cases. BUT I must stop this Chicago list to mention the most startling book that the month of June is likely to give us, namely, Katherine Mayo's "Mother India" (Harcourt, Brace). The title sounds as though the book were one that the theosophists and the mystics among your acquaintance might enjoy as a steamer present. But they wouldn't. The evils of child marriage in India have been discussed many times from the misisonary view point, and, on the other hand, Tagore has told us (see Keyserling's Book of Marriage) how beautiful it is theoreti cally. But Miss Mayo, writing of child marriage in its clinical aspect, shows a picture the practical horror of which cancels Tagore and surpasses anything that the missionaries have ever had to say. Nor does her picture fail to demonstrate that the health condi tion of India concerns the rest of us— and clinically. — susan wilbur. Where Fine Cigars Are Smoked Tom Palmer Predominates Wengler & Mandell, Inc. Chicago - Tampa %r%&^ You are cordially invited to visit the STEGER Store and inspect the New Orthophonic Victrola in Electrola and Radiola Combinations exclusively — and the automatic Orthophonic Victrola, the phonograph that changes its ozvn records. Terms to suit your convenience ====== STEGER & SONS Piano Manufacturing Company Founded by John V. Steger, 1879 STEGER Building Northwest Corner "Wabash and Jackson You will enjoy hearing the latest VICTOR RECORDS Telephone— HARRISON 1656