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The balance may be divided into small monthly payments extending over a period of two years. Your present piano will be accepted in exchange. natie jgteico ^>tubtog STEGER & SONS Steger Building — Northwest Corner Wabash and Jackson Telephone Harrison 1656 The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies 15c. Vol. IV, No. 6 — December 3, 1927. Entered as second-class matter at the Post Offi :e at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. THE CHICAGOAN 1 Brunswick Panatropes for Records and Radio Glorious in the Home Are Such Pleasure Sources as These! WHENEVER there is something new in things musical, or improved models and new designs are to be brought out, the public knows they will be at Lyon & Healy's. If a full representation, or one more complete than usual is to be seen anywhere, the pub' lie well knows that it will see it here. The splendid, com' prehensive manner in which we now present the latest mar velous Brunswick Panatropes and Panatrope-Radiolas, proves what a difference it makes, where you look and where you buy. Others at $90 to $700 — for Records All styles and sizes Comfortable Terms Will always Be Arranged by Lyon 6? Healy Lyon&Healy Everything \nown in Music Wabash Ave. at Jackson Blvd. TWECUICAGOAN Intimate Chicago View Mr. Crane Enjoying Built-in Crane Quality TUECWICAGOAN 3 OCCASIONS OPERA — The winter season continuing in a brilliant tradition at the Auditorium theatre. Evenings, Saturday and Sunday matinee. Saturday evening popular priced presentation. Gall Harrison 1240. •SYMPHONY — The thirty-seventh year of the Chicago Symphony. Frederick Stock directing. Regular on Friday (matinee) and Saturday (evening). For midweek programs call Harrison 0362. STREET FAKIRS— Opening their Christ- mas season showing of toys and trinkets, rubber goods and sassafras. Any corner. Stop and gape. SHOW' UP — Energetic cast of Chicago t aight workers presented under the aus- pices of Chief of Detectives O'Connor. A regular Sunday and Wednesday feature at the Desplaines street station. Meet your burglar there. OLD FASHIOHED WINTER— Due to arrive on an extended tour of the central states any time now. SOLSTICE — Winter's shortest day. The sun at its southernmost point. December 22, 2:18 p. m. STAGE Comedy, Musical THE DESERT SONG— Great Northern, 21 West Quincy. Central 8240. The sweet, stirring lyrics of Sigmund Rom' berg concerned this time with the French in Morocco. Excellent chorus music of 100 voices. Evenings 8:15. Mat. Wed. and Sat. 2:15. HIT THE DECK— The Woods, 54 West Randolph. State 8567. Queenie Smith, Trixie Friganza and a rollicking, tuneful evening including the roaring "Halle luja." Sailors and their jocosely salty lines. Evenings 8:30. And Sat., Wed. 2:30. THE COUNTESS MARITZA — The Olympic, 74 West Randolph. Central 8240. Gypsy melodies in a pleasing eve ning with Gladys Baxter and Odette Myrtil. Worth while. Curtain time 8:30. Wed and Sat. at 2:30. A HIGHT IN SPAIN— Four Cohans, 119 N. Clark. Central 4937. A new thing to this town advertising Phil Baker, Marion Harris, Ted Healy, and the Ger' trude Hoffman girls. To be viewed and reported in our next. Drama BROADWAY— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Night club life depicted movingly and accurately in a tremend' ously fine dramatic piece. By all means. Evenings 8:15. Sat and Thur. 2:15. THE PLAY'S THE THING— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 1880. Holbrook Blinn in a sharply civilized comedy by Franz Molnar. Reviewed on page 23. 8:20. 2:20 Wed. and Sat. TOMMY— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Cen tral 0019. Clean comedy that holds its own as well as any in town. Also 8:20. 2:20 Wed. and Sat. LULU BELLE— Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harrison 6510. Comedy not so antisep' tic which holds its own somewhat better. Lenore Ulric as a dusky courtesan in love with her job. Evening curtain 8 :20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. HEARTBREAK HOUSE— Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. The merry and searching digs of G. B. S. in a play more cheerful than the name. Reviewed on page 26. 8:30; 2:30 Wed. and Sat. SHAKESPERIAN— Eighth Street Theatre, Wabash at 8th. Harrison 6834. A good revival of William Shakespere's pieces with Fritz Liber. OUTBREAK— Goodman, Lake front at Monroe. Central 7085. A spooky and perplexing exhibit dealing with the fund' amental reason for decent motives in the human, if any. Reviewed scrupuously on page 26. Every night but Sunday. MURRAY HILL— Princess, 319 S. Clark. Central 8240. Genevieve Tobin in a new vehicle to these parts. Assayed in our next. RAIN— Minturn Central, 64 E. Van Buren. Harrison 5800. Reform and relapse under tropic heat and humidity. Well done by stock plavers. Evening 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. MINTURN PLAYERS— Chateau, 3810 Broadway, Lakeview 7170. Weekly runs of last year's favorites. Also well done. CINEMA McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— Ben Hur, the best picture in town at any price, until no man now knoweth when. The cinema to go to first. GARRICK— 64 W. Randolph— The Jazz Singer, Al Jolson in his first motion pic ture, and with Vitaphonic reproduction of the Jolson vocalistics. And good, and but twice a day, and without stage in' terruptions, and at not too much money. ERLAHGER— 127 N. Clark— Wings, still flying, if it hasn't flown away in the deadly interim between typewriter and linotype, and still a pretty fair exhibit of plane and fancy warfare. Twice daily. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State — Under world, reviewed on page 25, until a vague date when it gives way to Jesse James, Fred Thomson in a not so successful effort to whitewash the captional char- acter. No acts and a good orchestra, often offsetting a terrible organist. CHICAGO— State at Lake— The Gay De> fender, featuring the strong arm of right and Richard Dix, Dec. Ml; Get Your Man, in which Clara Bow does so in the Bow manner, Dec. 12-18. Bands, two kinds, acts, organ solos and a flying or chestra pit. ORIENTAL — 74 W. Randolph — How We're in the Air, latest and perhaps last of the Beery-Hatton comics, Dec. Ml; In Old Kentuclb'. the grand old race classic in a new edition, Dec. 12-18. Mark Fisher still batoning for the sea going Paul Ash, and Milton Charles re placing Henri A. Keates at the console. UPTOWN— Broadway at Lawrence — The Fair Co-Ed, mentioned on page 26, Dec. 5-11; Two Arabian Knights, also item' ized in this issue, Dec. 12' 18. Jaw bands and things, too. TTVOLI— 6327 Cottage Grove— Ditto Up town as to pictures, bands and things previously. CAPITOL— 79th at Halsted— The Cat and the Canary, see page 26, Dec. Ml; 4 THE CHICAGOAN Dress Parade, also limned within, Dec. 12-18. With Vitaphone and a stage' band. AVALON— 79th at Stony Island— Hard Boiled Haggerty, otherwise Milton Sills and not much of a picture, Dec. 5-11; The Irresistible Lover, impersonated by Norman Kerry, Dec. 12-18. Vitaphone and a stageshow in connection. (The theatre itself is worth the admission and the trip.) PICCADILLY— Hyde Park at Blackstone— The Rough Riders, excellent Spanish- American war picture, and The Cat and the Canary, mentioned on page 26, both within" the fortnight beginning Dec. 5. HARDITiG — 2734 Milwaukee— American Beauty, Billie Dove competently wearing the titular appelation and some smart gowns, Dec. 5-11. Usual stage trim mings, if they are trimmings. SENATE — Madison at Kedzie — Spring Fever, William Haines in an entertaining golf yarn, Dec. 5-11; The Fair Co-Ed, itemized on page 26, Dec. 12-18. Jazz before, after and during. TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Food, service, appointments, peo ple impeccably correct. Irving MargrafTs stringed quintet. A high point in Chi cago civilization. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. The gracious tradition of Chicago inn keeping minutely lived up to in a new hotel. Excellent cuisine. Adept service. The Palmer House Symphony an Empire Room attraction. STEVENS'— 730 S. Michigan. Joseph Gal- lechio heads the musicians. An im mense hostelry nicely geared to individ ual needs. Dinner $3. CONGRESS — Dining and dacing in the Balloon Room, a city showplace. And the glitter of Peacock Alley. Johnny Hampe's band, a good one. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 403 S. Wabash. A new and intimate smart place. Rus sian to the last versho\, which means inch. Dining (splendid) dancing, and Russian Gypsy entertainers. Colorful and well bred. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman— Clark at Randolph. Dining and dancing with a nice crowd. Morrie Sherman's harmonies. CLUB MIRADOR— 22 E. Adams. Danny Barone's entertainers abetted by Frank Quartell's band boys. Floor show. Now THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Chicagoans, by Albert Carreno Cover Chicago View, by Burton Browne. Page 2 Entertainment Guide 3 Cultural Road Map 4 Topics of the Town, by Martin J. Quigley 5 Automobile Accossory 6 The Pier 7 The Arts Ball, by Phil Nesbit 8 Marble and Clay, by Susan Wilbur ... 9 The N. Y. Cast, by GeneMarkey 10 The Village of Lake Forest, by Arthur Meeker, Jr 11 A Practical Compromise 12 Vive la Roi, by Charles Collins 13 City Beautiful Note 14 Contract Bridge, by Horace Wylie 15 The Chicago Horse Show 16 The Insull Cast 18 The Stage, a Review 19 The Making of a Myth 20 A Portrait, by Genevieve Forbes-Her- rick 21 Sports Review 22 The Cinema, a Review 23 Musical Notes 24 Books Worth Reading 25 The Chicagoenne on the Bob 26 The Parisienne on the Mode 28 Newsprint, the Profession 29 Art, a Fatal Emancipation 31 A Holiday Gift Suggestion 32 and then a near view of some of the city's big race and roulette men. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Con ventionally hilarious. A smart night place never-the-less. Floor show, dining, dancing, and so on. ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 615 Federal. Steaks and chops, particu' larly mutton chops, which give succulent evidence of irresistible British propa ganda. THE SAMOVAR— 642 S. Michigan. Not so Russian as it sounds. Here mentioned for its Saturday afternoon tea dances. Out a Ways LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshore drive. The Gold Coast in a blaze of 24-carat metal. Suave, wealthy, polished, competent and well-bred. THE DRAKE— Michigan Avenue and Lakeshore Drive. Largest of the class hostelries with an imposing list of stop* over celebrities. Adequate, genial, pop ular. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. A northside citadel of respectability and civilization. Food (good), dancing, and an excellent view of the lake. Nice. SHORELAH.D— Lake Michigan and 55th. A southside equivalent of the Edgewater Beach. ART ART INSTITUTE— Fortieth annual Amer ican exhibit. English and Japanese etch ings and color prints. ACKERMAN'S— English color prints and etchings, wax portraits by Ethel Mundy. ALMCO GALLERIES— The lamp maker's interesting craft shown in a large exhibit. CHICAGO GALLERIES ASSOCIATION —Interesting exhibit of the paintings of Gerald Cassidy, Antonin Sterba, and Charles Kilgore. FIELD MUSEUM— Artifax from varied civilizations. The Ayer pewters. CHESTER JOHNSON GALLERIES— Modern French paintings of the impres sionistic and post-impressionistic school. Eighteenth century English portraiture. M. O'BRIEN AND SON— Antique furni ture, English, French, and American. In teresting. ROULLIER GALLERIES— Wilson Irvine's aqua prints. TATMAN. INC.— Glass, china, and crys tal., ancient and modern. nbpicr of the ^Tbcon B Revelation >OOKS may either be important in themselves or they may take on a com plexion of importance because of the circulation they receive. The extraor-. dinary story, "The President's Daugh ter," has been ushered into the latter classification. At the time of its pub lication last Summer the impression went out that it was merely an incon sequential item of muck-raking. From week to week, however, it has been in sinuating itself into the consciousness of the reading public, until now it is receiving a circulation and sale which rates it with the best-sellers of the sea son. The story of Nan Britton is, fortu nately, without parallel in the history of this country. The narrative itself is hardly distinguishable from a multitude of others of its kind that have gone before, except for the position occupied by the central figure and the fact that the story is told against a background of leading events in the current polit ical history of the United States. But the astounding thing is that the story should have been written at all and, once written, that its publication should not have been forestalled in one way or an other. It is not, we'll readily ad mit, a pleasant sit uation to intrude into, but some- where out of old associations and, shall we say, out of old benefac tions, someone might have ventured and done the customary thing in such situations. Politically, a dead man's reputation may not count heavily, but the neat scurrying away of the legion of shout ing loyalists of but a few years ago does not present an ennobling picture. The truth of the story will, of course, be questioned, but this ques tioning will be the story's greatest aid toward greater and wider popularity. Already lines of believers and unbeliev ers are being tightly drawn up; mean while booksellers are doing a rushing business. The reverential attitude of the au thor and revealer toward her subject, coupled with the fact of the exposure, presents what is probably the most astounding feature of the book. The genuineness of the author's feeling seems to be made plain at the very moment when she is delivering the one fatal stroke of exposure which would be in her power to do, but which the doing of would most seriously call into question the genuineness of her feeling. December It is a book of high contradictions, yet an amazing story because of its direct ness, its unnecessary directness, and be cause of the personalities concerned. The acknowledged motive behind the book is the ridiculous proposition of seeking to have society's most basic conventions transformed to suit the ex igencies of the author. With her own world pulled down about her, through causes that are in no wise unique, she would have the whole world pulled down accordingly and rebuilt to speci fications which would relieve her own extremity. Having ecstatically renounced so ciety's conventions she would now have these conventions rewritten so that what she gloried in as unconventional would become conventional. The propaganda feature of the book is, of course, starkest futility. A motive almost unnecessarily sug gested by the existence of the story in type drops the whole affair deep into the sordid and leaves the author de cidedly more conventional and usual than she would probably care to con sider herself. It leaves her stand- ing on common ground with a myriad of others who have gone be fore; who became eloquent when they found that silence did not become golden. There are between one case and another per haps some slight colorings of facts and objectives, but the record is in deed plain that when secrets of 6 TI4ECUICAGOAN this kind that are burning to get out lose their negotiable value, or fail to achieve such value, they usually cease to be secrets. However, the sensationalism of this story is somewhat obscured by the lack of expressed malice, but the fact re mains that even though her case be a sound one the author, despite her dis avowal of recriminations, in yielding to the temptation of printers' ink has suc ceeded in mud-spattering her idol just as effectively — and no less — as if some notion of revenge had been her entire inspiration. Motor Accessory T, HE latest thing in early Winter motor equipment in Chicago is a neat bronze design, star-fashion, which is usually affixed conspicuously at some point on the rear of the motor car. The design is well-formed, attractive and generally has a pleasing appear ance. It has been noted, too, that the orna ment has certain pronounced utilitarian possibilities. Persons who are in the habit of leaving cars parked at places where they do violence to the move ment of traffic, especially about the public buildings, such as City Hall, find them highly effective as the police of ficer, charging madly up with summons book in hand, usually becomes en thralled in contemplation of the design and somehow forgets consideration of the question of blocking traffic. Another pleasing effect of the design is to be noted in the case of motorists, properly equipped with the same, who find that engagements require Long service in his country's name Had brought our hero ran\ and fame, Until ten thousand seamen odd Roared at his jo\es and caught his nod, unusual speed of movement over the city streets. In these instances there is of course the usual threatening hum of the approaching motorcycle of ficer from the rear, but this need create no feeling of embarrassment because immediately that the officer notes the handsome bronze star fixed just above the state license number he politely de cides to become an escort. Many other important uses for the design may be found. No well- equipped motor car should be without one. 'Let 'Em Rack" O: N the eve of the recent Chicago Riding Club horse show, Mrs. Frederic McLaughlin introduced an ar gument on the subject of the use of mechanical appliances and drugs in order to make show horses perform as Until ten thousand civil fol\ Did marvel that a heart of oa\ Should pulse so modest and so mild Beneath a bosom honor piled. the judges seem to want them to per form; which led to quite a breezy con troversy. The argument is not new and the practices which justify the argument, unfortunately, are not new. Mrs. McLaughlin's feeling protest was directed chiefly against the practice of using tail sets for the purpose of achieving the water-spout effect in the show ring saddle classes. The practice is at its very worst in the case of five- gaited saddle horses. She also enumer ated in her indictment protests against the playful practices of "poling" and "chaining" which, for the benefit of the more civilized devotees of the horse, may be explained as the striking of a jumper with a pole to encourage him to "pick up his legs" and the batting of a saddle horse with a length of chain to encourage "more action" in front. Horse show judges are an unbe- TUECI4ICAG0AN 7 But glory is an empty song And honor but a specious gong And splendor soon is put to rout By the facade Sam Katz gets out. friended lot, and properly so. And this controversy will afford them no succor. The bad practices which are indulged in in the schooling and show ing of horses are all the result of ex hibitors seeking to give the judges what they seem to want and in most cases, it may conservatively be stated, this is no easy matter. Exhibitors in five-gaited classes, in seeking to meet the current standards of the show ring, particularly in the Middle West where this type of horse enjoys his greatest vogue, have already developed an animal which is practical ly bereft of every natural characteristic with the exception of retaining a cer tain degree of locomotion. And, of course, mechanical and other obnoxious means of doctoring these horses have played their full part in realizing this extraordinary animal which is now Our hero feels an instant sting Unseen his medals clash and ring — But hold! Ten thousand civil fol\ Yet marvel at that heart of oa\! — F. C. C. known as the five-gaited show horse. Many if not the majority of the ex isting standards of the show ring are at variance with the natural character istics and natural manner of going of a good horse. The existing standards must be in favor with the judges or they would not be the standards by which the winners are judged. Many fine points call for considera tion when the argument against the use of tail sets and other appliances is based solely on the possible cruelty to the animals. A tail-set may be un comfortable and in exceptional cases there may be a tinge of brutality in the use of it. But its utter uselessness and senselessness is a greater argument against the practice. A five-gaited horse, madly single- footing around a tan-bark ring may be a beautiful picture of something but it is not a beautiful picture of a horse because as an equine subject it is un natural, artificial, stilted and wholly awful. It doubtlessly interests people who go to a horse show for the same reasons that they might visit a museum of natural history, but for any person who knows the natural conformation of a good horse and the natural way of going of a good horse, it is only a dis turbing sight. We would endorse Mrs. McLaugh lin's campaign for the elimination of cruelty to five-gaited horses if she would only widen the campaign suf ficiently to include the elimination of five-gaited horses, at least as they are now being shown. T, What Price Publicity HE originator of the idea of an nouncing that there would be a •Lady Godiva figure at the Arts Ball has probably been revelling in a fine feeling of accomplishment. Did not the newspapers bite greedily at this choice publicity morsel, and have not their columns since been heavily laden with sly and tantalizing references to the shocking incident that was to take place at the Arts Ball? There are various ways of getting attention, including those which con sist of being silly and ridiculous. The Godiva blat in connection with the Arts Ball was a distinctly yokelized ex pression. The childish heads which permitted it will have to be watched. The next step might be drawing pictures on the alleyway fences. —MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 8 TI4E CHICAGOAN The eloquent ALAN POPE, of Romany Club fame, who will pause and sing an "aria" at any given moment KATHERIN WILLARD, in riding togs, pro vided an equine suggestion not, perhaps, without its gently satirical import for the recondite MISS MARION GHEEN, who swept regally through the whole affair, a not at all insignificant accomplishment The Arts Ball Fleet glimpses of a highly per ishable EVENT, PRESERVED FOR THE INDUBITABLY INTERESTED POSTERITY of 2000 A. D. by Phil Nesbit There's many a slip, even between sketchpad and pencil, wherefore this pitilessly revealing portrait of the ubiquit- ous Mr. and Mrs. Anybody ROBERT LEE ESKRIDGE and ELLEN ROOT in the very act of executing (a good idea, too) a dance of the future The Persian Ambassador, his athletic medallions flying, af forded a tangible tonsorial link with the here-and-now A fantastic and irkingly tractable human bull of plainly incongru- o u s persuasion and somewhat dubious identity MRS. RICHARD HENRY LIT TLE lived up to every last pesu- donym in green lace (see picture) which — but my dear you must come over "The League of Faces," chirped an ir repressible, whereupon the group melted into annoyingly nameless nothingness TWE CHICAGOAN 9 //IT DOESN'T exist," re- 1 marked the little girl who was taken to see a gi raffe, and thousands of peo ple are at the moment feeling just about that way as they contem plate "The President's Daughter." Most of them do not even stop to wonder whether the story is true or not. The extraordinary thing is that such a story could have been published, should have been allowed to circulate. When an American enters the White House he becomes marble. This is one of our most sacred national tra ditions. Write of the marble as though it had originally been patterned after flesh and blood and you are vio lating this tradition. Witness the storm raised by Rupert Hughes' biog raphy of Washington. Gossip is of course a slightly different matter. It is said that stories about Garfield, sec ond of our martyrs though he be, are not unknown to the conversation of smoking rooms, and many a good Chi cagoan has listened openmindedly under similar circumstances to "What the District of Columbia didn't know about Wilson." It would not be thought fitting, however, to find such matters set forth in the "Wilson Life and Letters" as edited by Ray Stannard Baker. And yet here is a story about a president with details that resemble those of a sensational divorce trial, such things as the author of "Chicago" has her lawyers witness tell the judge in a whisper. Things that you would not want to find in the biography of a pri vate citizen. For even where private citizens are concerned, biography has its amenities. And one of these ameni ties is that scandal shall not be promul gated while anyone is living who will be hurt by it. Miss Britton's revela tions are of a sort that may make life bitterly unpleasant for a number of persons, including the president's daughter herself. Where, you may ask, were the self- appointed censors of literature last summer? And the answer is: Right on the job. More on the job than usual. For one of the great difficulties with private censorship is that in most cases it is doomed to take place after the fact. When a book comes out it inev itably circulates to some extent before being called to Boston's attention. But with "The President's Daugh ter" the censors were there in plenty of time. To quote a slip that was Marble and Clay An Amazing Narrative pasted into the first edition : "On June lQth six burly New York policemen and John S. Sumner, agent for the Society for the Suppression of Vice, armed with a 'Warrant of Search and Seizure,' entered the printing plant where the making of the book was in process. They seized and carried off the plates and printed sheets." The slip, however, goes on to say: "On June 29th, in a magistrate's court, the case was dismissed." ACCORDINGLY the book came out. But it was a debut where nobody went to the party. Book re viewers were afraid of it. The Book sellers were a little afraid, too. They stocked but did not display it. If you asked for a copy they got it from somewhere. In the nature of things it was impossible to do advertising. Nor did the Elizabeth Ann Guild have at its disposal the distribution department of an established publishing house. In spite of everything, the book be gan to sell, and its sales gathered mo mentum. At the moment it is a non-fiction best seller throughout the country. And the bookstores have now taken courage. You no longer have to ask for "The President's Daughter." Just slip a copy off that shoulder-high pile over there and hand it to the sales girl. "But I don't see what made her pub lish it," someone remarked to me the other day. "The only way she could have hoped to get blackmail out of the family and friends would have been by not publishing it." And if her purpose wasn't blackmail, what was it? Miss Britton answers this question herself. There it is on page one in large capitals: "The Author's Motive." And, further down, in italics: "the need for legal and social recognition and protection of all children in these United States born out of wedlock." In the course of discussing her motive she remarks that the story would prob ably have leaked out in any case, and consequently she preferred to tell it herself "truly and completely." The motive as stated is not only a noble but a practicable one. Provisions •for the illegitimate child far beyond the two that she suggests at the end of her "motive" already exist in Scandinavian countries. And there can be no doubt that the so-called illegitimate child deserves protection. For unless you can prove that, in ac cordance with the old fairy tale, baby souls up in heaven look down and choose what parents they wish to be born to, the illegitimate child is in no way responsible for its parents' in fringement of the social order. The only question is whether the narrative that follows can be said to bear out this motive. And at this point a familiar anec dote may be of assistance. The an ecdote of the middle aged spinster who went to her minister to get advice about a sin committed twenty years be fore, and who remarked, when the min ister showed a certain impatience, "But I do so like to talk about it." THERE seems little reason to doubt that Nan Britton loved, and to talk about this love is all that is left to her. In like manner did Lady Byron once give herself the pain of telling her troubles to Harriet Beecher Stowe, someone, as it happened, who could put them into print. The story itself is the outcome of an impulse that is in itself not exceptional. A young girl makes an older and im portant man her hero, the subject of her daydreams, goes so far perhaps as to imagine herself the mother of his child. John Erskine, author of "The Private Life of Helen of Troy," makes use of this very situation in "Galahad," where a young girl is represented as tricking the famous Lancelot. Just so in real life did Jane Clermont seek out Lord Byron — Byron again — in his of fice at the Drury Lane Theatre, and thereafter become the mother of Al- legra. And it is said that George Moore's failure to marry and beget children has been a source of concern to ladies as far away as Texas. But usually these things do not come off. And consequendy there are peo ple who, having read only a certain distance into "The President's Daugh ter," will tell you that they don't be lieve a word of it. One such person expressed a belief that the book would ultimately turn out to be a hoax. That the style suggested "Gentlemen Prefer Blonds," and that the situations were straight out of farce comedy. Miss Britton tells of their eating to gether and remarks (Turn to page 24) 10 THE CHICAGOAN IF I MAY /AY fO Here's the Original New York Cast A FACT which continues to be sur prising to visiting pilgrims is that everybody is somebody in New York along the highways and byways, in the cafes and theatre lobbies, one sees no body but famous — or at least notorious — men and women, whose names are blazoned across the world: actors, nov elists, fiddlers, playwriters, impresarios, opera garglers, international divorcees, penniless princes, newspaper column ists, dancers, drama critics, jockeys, bishops, and what-nots. Usually more what than not. New York is the clearing-house for celebrities. You ex pect even the policemen to turn out to be Lambs club mimes. As for the Rose Room of the Hotel Algonquin, where the well-knowns take their luncheon — it gives an impression of all the Lucky Strike signboards come to life. On the night of the opening of Reinhardt's production of "A Mid summer Night's Dream" it seemed that the entire world and his wife — or somebody else's — were assembled in the rotund Century theatre. It was the most "brilliant" first-night of the sea son. Nothing for the rest of the year will top it. The opening of opera pre sents a spectacle with a cast made up of but one class — the Social Register and its hangers-on, but at the Rein- hardt premiere were represented the tangent worlds of art, literature, the stage, finance and fashion. It was an audience that glittered. To quote sta tistics, the number of shirt-fronts in the Century that evening would keep the combined laundries of the United States and Great Britain, including in sular possessions, running overtime for seventy- two days; the number of jew elled tiaras (not to mention pearl necklaces and clanking bracelets — though they really should be men tioned!) would exhaust the output of all the mines in Asia, Africa and Indo- China for six years; and the number of ermine coats, , laid end-to-end, woul d reach from Sacramen to, Cal., to a town in Maine, the name of which I have for gotten. That was an audience! At the moment I can't think of anyone who wasn't there. (Note: if any names occur to me I shall include them in a later article, for I know how ini' portant it is.) After the per formance (which was spoken in the .^German tongue) I accompanied a friend backstage to see Dr. Rein' hardt, whom I had never met, but whose guest my friend had been in very Ger- man Salzburg. We found the great maestro, short, plump, complacent well-fed and well' dressed, standing in the wings alone. Or almost alone. He was talking to Morris Gest. Or rather, he was listening to Morris Gest. (Note: Morris Gest, I learned later, has something or other to do with the amusement business.) When my friend, after complimenting Dr. Rein' hardt on the magnificence of his stag' ing of the "Midsummer Night's Dream," voiced the wish that it might be done in English, with the same pre duction, the other fellow — whose name, I think was Morris Gest— spoke up loudly: "No, no! Done in English it wouldn't draw a nickel. Ya wouldn't have the original cast." "It's too bad," said my friend, "that Shakespeare didn't write his plays in German." A jest enjoyed by all present except this fellow, whose name — if I remem ber correctly — was Morris Gest. It the few days of my present so- journ in this gay capital, I have en countered the following contributors to that stout scarlet volume, "Who's Who:" Miss Edna Ferber, just back from witnessing the out'of'town pro' duction of her "Show Boat," lunching with William Allen White, the sage of Kansas (and kidding him about the red tie he was wearing) ; Lady Mendl, the former Elsie de Wolfe, being much feted in New York, and, with her brit' tie, silver-haired distinction, more of an elegante than ever; F. P. A. and Harry Hansen, who used to be Chicago news' paper men, but are now big-berthas of the Hew Tor\ World; the lovely Ina Claire, whom the magazines continue to hail as Our First Comedienne and the best-dressed woman on the Ameri' can stage; Miss Beatrice Lillie, enthu' siastically recounting some of her new "gags" for "She's My Baby," now in rehearsal; Prince Christopher of Greece, wearing a rajah's-size sapphire on his watch-fob (which is, incident' ally, the first watch-fob I have seen since the World's Fair of 1904); Otto Kahn, potenate of Wall Street, and Santa Claus to the arts, dapper as al ways, and bristling with the finest grey moustache on his continent; Murray Nelson, the Chicago barrister, strolling in checked trousers (among other sar* torial items) upon Fifth Avenue; Bur* ton Rascoe, who used to tap a trench' ant typewriter for The Chicago frr bune, now editor of The Boo\man; THE CHICAGOAN 11 Chicagomen The Village of Lake Forest An Unsuburban Suburb MR. EDWIN KRENN In Native Costume, Entertains Some Customers with a Yodeling Number Sam Merwin, the novel-writer, who has given up counting his calories in favor of counting his royalties, going to dinner with his two collegian sons; Charles Hanson Towne, editor of Har per's Bazar, the perennial wag, and New York's most popular batchelor; Thomas Meighan of the fillums, look ing rosy and not a day over twenty- eight; Miss Fanny Ward, looking not a day over eight, whose salary has been lifted along with her face, enroute to the Palace where she is headlining; the radiant Peggy Wood and her spouse, John V. A. Weaver, proudly display ing their young son (weight eleven pounds and seven ounces) ; Gene Tun ney emerging from Brentano's with a bundle of books; Louis Bromfield, the tall, angular and amiable young novel ist, wearing a trick French derby, and toting a disreputable stick; Miss Elsa Maxwell, Europe's best-known Ameri can, and the social dictator of Monte Carlo. And so, you might say, on. — GENE MARKEY. EVERY city has its suburbs. They are like summer colds, inevitable and spreading. And every city has one particular suburb, or set of suburbs, that is considered nicer (by others as well as its inhabitants) than the rest. Why is the top side of Long Island smarter than the bottom? Why is it gayer on the north than on the south shore of Boston? Why must Philadel- phians live on the "main line"? These are questions the answers to which no body knows. Chicago is no exception to the rule. Actually, if you wish to live in the country, you have three directions to choose from — north, south, and west. (I give you three gusses why you can't live east.) There are pleasant villages in each of these three directions. The landscape is everywhere mildly attrac tive. Yet, if you would be fashion able, you must "go north, young man." And, if you go north, you must pursue your course along the snake-like snarls of Sheridan Road until you reach the far famed town of Lake Forest. Here you may pitch your tent (if you can find room for it) secure in the sense that for miles and miles around there isn't a name on a post box that's not to be found in the social register. I do not know the reason for this. Lake Forest is extremely pretty, but there are other places on the shore just as much so. It is considerably father from town than some, and no more compensatingly rural. But, as a former Lake Forester, I share nearly all the popular prejudices in its favor that are blindly cherished by its residents. In common with the rest of the crowd I firmly believe: (a) That all suburbs save ours have been completely subdivided by Krenn and Date— (b) That Evanston is almost entirely UV habited by white-haired music mistresses in pinccnez who have made successful second marriages — (c) That you can't hear yourself think in Ravinia, owing to the number of opera stars who rent houses there every summer and practice all morning with the windows open — (d) That none of the good trains stop at Highland Park — (e) That everyone in Winnetka is too civic for words and goes to welfare meet ings in something called a "guild hall" every Friday night — (f) That mosquitoes are larger in Win netka — (g) That all Winnetka women are ama teur actresses — (h) That there are no gardens in Win netka — (i) That no good every came out of Winnetka. Is Lake Forest so very much super ior? Sometimes I wonder. It is, as I have said, a pretty place. It is also, alas, an overpopulated one. When I was a small boy it was a comparatively unsuburban suburb. Few of the roads were paved; the village was an ugly unpretending "villagy" vil lage; nearly everybody kept horses and used them; there was only one country club. Those were the good old days when ladies went calling with lace sun shades and long gloves in the best vic toria or its French and slightly daring variant, the "iris-a-tris." Days when the gallant "Freddy" McLaughlin was king of the polo field, while the pavil' ion at Onwentsia was filled with a throng of pompadoured pre-war flap pers, who hung, purple with emotion and iced tea, on every swing of his masterful mallet. In that happy far- off time when it was an adventure to live "west of the tracks" everybody knew everybody else, and the crowd at the 4:45 train — which is still popu lar with The Husbands — usually re solved itself into a pleasant informal family party. But all this nas changed. To be gin with, Lake Forest has become so amazingly "the thing" that it is almost impossible nowadays to find standing room for your household gods. Nine- tenths of the population are composed of two classes— (1) Young marrieds living in "made over" village houses (this class is so numerous that one wonders where the villagers themselves have vanished), and (2) Slightly older mairieds living in whitewash-and-tim- ber Norman villas boldly set on a bit of quaint Illinois prairie. There are other changes. The homely old main street has disappeared, giving place to a hybrid square that hovers uncertainly between an old Eng lish stable-yard and a domestic decor for "Der Meistersmger." It is amusing but rather self-conscious; one feels that the grocer's wife and the baker's must resent this attempt to convert them into peasantry for sweet atmosphere's sake. There are no more dirt roads, nor is 12 THE CHICAGOAN there much need for them in a com munity where cars outnumber people three to one and every eight year old millionaire's son drives a whopping straight eight. There are now four country clubs, with memberships that overlap each other to a certain extent only. And life is much more strenuous than it used to be. Talk of the simple joys of a rural existence! No shop girl who rises at seven and stands be hind a counter all day works harder than the suburban wife. I would rather break stones on a railroad than be her husband. There are exceptions, of course, to the rule, but, as a general thing, if you want to have a good time in Lake Forest, you must belong to the gay young married set, and if you want to belong to the gay young married set, you must be athletic. But bon Dieu, how athletic! I wish it were possible for some relentless census taker to com pute the number of games of all sorts that are played in Lake Forest in a single year from, say, May to Novem ber, inclusive. I should think his fig ures would run well into the millions. To begin with, there is golf. Every one plays golf. And nearly every one plays golf well. A community that counts two former national champions among its permanent residents has a reputation that is hard to live up to. Every one plays tennis, too, almost as consistently as golf. They play hockey. They play lacrosse. They play polo — though not so skillfully as in the reign of "Major Freddy." They swim when there is nothing else on hand. And they hunt. It is really funny about the hunt. Long ago — only so far back that not even the oldest inhabitant can remem ber it — there used to be foxes in Lake County. And, as was perfectly proper in a day before the rise of the sport ing set, the farmers shot the foxes, shot them so thoroughly and indefatigably that, presently, there weren't any foxes left. About this time Onwentsia Club was started. The members felt they couldn't hold up their heads when easterners came to visit them unless there was a hunt. So they bought a bad-tempered vixen from the Lincoln Park Zoo, built a cage for her some* where down behind the club stables, and three or four times a year had her led around the neighbors' cornfields while yet the dew was on the weeds. Later in the day they fallowed on horseback the trail thus laid, accom- panied by a pack of hopefully un- suspicious foxhounds who never seemed to discover the joke was on them. This was the origin of the Lake Forest Hunt. Years went by, and the vixen was dispensed with. For quite a long time there was no hunt at all. Then, after the war, horses became fashionable again, and the whole business was re organized, this time with an aniseed bag as the quarry. The bag was a great success, and everybody bought new riding habits. But I still think the Lake Forest drag is one of the most typical sights in the middle west. We have no hunting tradition here comparable to that which exists in such long established centres of the chase as Myopia near Boston or Radnor in Pennsylvania. With a few notable exceptions, we do not know how to ride, with the result that when the huntsmen and their ladies pass through the village old people and invalids are hauled to the windows so as not to miss the fun. Children are rushed in governess carts to the scene of action by their morbid-minded Mademoiselles hoping to "see Daddy crack his collar bone." It is no un common thing, at the more fearsome fences, to find half a dozen social lead ers kicking their Peel boots in the air from as many bramble bushes. The wonder is, really, there have been so few fatalities. But everything takes time, you know. I have no doubt the next generation of Lake Foresters will be able to give points on technique to Melton Mowbray. For the rest, our village is very much like any other village — contract bridge, "pay back" dinners of eight, chicken pox epidemics, and all. And quite a lot of the residents spend the winter in Chicago, just like anybody else, which renders them indistinguishable from the world in general. The others A Practical Compromise THE CHICAGOAN n Vive Le Roi! Crowning the Big Ten Champion axe harder to find, unless you are will ing to make an excursion to their na tive haunts to catch them at their aboriginal diversions. However, there is one way of identifying them which is almost infallible. Have you ever been to the Friday afternoon symphony concerts? Of course! And have you noticed during the very last piece, how when the music grows louder and louder and you know it will all be over in a minute certain ill mannered persons of the feminine persuasion simply can't bear it any longer and clap on their hats and struggle into their furs and are at least half way up the aisle by the time the final chord has crashed its way to eternity? I think Mr. Stock doesn't like these persons very much, he frowns at them so severely. But he wouldn't do that if he knew as I know — and as you know now — that they are only Lake Forest ladies trying to make the 4:45. — ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. IT was written in The Chicagoan in mid-October that the Western Conference football season would end in a tie between Minnesota and any other team, except Indiana and Iowa, whose name could be drawn out of a hat. And so it came to pass. The gift of prophecy is ours, and we are sobered by the resposibility it entails. Minnesota and Illinois came to the end of their schedules with ratings of 1.000. The matter, however, cannot be permitted to rest there. The Ameri can people are highly monarhical in their sportsmanship. They want a single, not a divided championship. A shared throne does not command their full respect. Therefore, having proved our clair voyance, we will proceed to settle the argument. Without partisianship or prejudice we award the title to Illinois, and we rejoice that the championship remains in the state which boasts of three of the universities that compose the redoubtable Big Ten. Mr. Zuppke, coach of the smoothly organized and starless Illini, may now proceed to order the little gold footballs for his gang to hang on their watch-fobs or give to their girls. Minnesota was tied by Indiana, which flaws their record in spite of the fact that a drawn game cannot be figured into the percentage column. Moreover, Indiana really won that game. Minnesota missed goal on a try-for-point, but it was declared a scoring play by the referee because In diana was off-side. The decision was clearly justified by the laws of the game, but Minnesota's escape from a defeat on this technicality constitutes a blemish on the team's record which cannot be overlooked when talk of champions is in the air. The success of Illinois was that of a team rich in reserves and well schooled in every department of the game. Mr. Zuppke has a reputation for individualism, but this year he quietly put on the field elevens (he had two, one as good as the other) which were notable for precision as well as Illinois dash and fire. The team was a corps d'elite, as disciplined as the Foreign Legion, and it improved with every game. Illinois won the championship title fairly, and Minnesota achieved a glori ous second place. Michigan finished a close third. Chicago landed in a sat isfactory fourth position, tied in a .500 percentage with Purdue, which it de feated. These five teams, therefore, compose the first division of the Big Ten for 1927. Northwestern leads the second di vision, tied in a .400 percentage with Ohio, to which the Purple proved its superiority with a 19 — 13 score. Ohio gets seventh place in our rating, and the extremely deserving Indiana team finds itself in eighth. Iowa and Wis consin bring up the rear with per centages of .200, but the Hawks won precedence over the Badgers by a 16 to 0 victory. Last place is an uncomfortable posi tion for a university with Wisconsin's brilliant record, but 800 students are playing intramural football there, so watch out for them next year. More over, this tail-ender held the 1.000 per cent Minnesotans to a 1 3 — 6 score, and with a little more strength in the backfield could have played any other team in the Conference to a stand- 14 TWQCI4ICAGQAN still. That fact il lustrates the remark ably even balance be tween the great group of teams in the Big Ten this year. The downfall of Ohio, overrated by the ante-sea son theorists, was salutary, although the writhings and teeth-gnashings of the alumni Babbittry throughout the Buckeye state were distressing. Ohio is the freshman of the Conference, and has been spoiled by its luck. The discipline of 1927 will help to mature this school and its adherents into the mellow phi losophy of A. A. Stagg, who said to Chicago alumni before the match with Michigan: "Remember, after all it's only a game." Northwestern, the other lost leader of last September's optimists, was handicapped by injuries to its stars, but it also suffered from over-confidence and carelessness on defense. Inciden tally, I have a theory that its back-field was too tall. This theory may seem to rank with Mr. Zuppke's quaint idea that a quarter-back should never have a long nose. But the most consistent ball-carriers are men of average height, or less. They handle themselves more adroitly, and also are often screened, for the flick of an eye that enables them to dart through an opening, by the grenadiers of the scrimmage line. Yes, Northwestern's back-field was too tall. Ask me another, Mr. Hanley. The followers of Mr. Stagg's Ma roons had a season of mixed emotions and were feel ing quite happy at its close. Chicago played six Conference games and two ardous intersec- tionals — the most difficult schedule of the year — and emerged on a sound 50-50 basis. They won two of the three games which they most desired — those with Pennsylvania and Wis consin. The defeatist anti-Maroon ele ment which has been annoyingly vociferous around Chi- cago for the past two or thres now neatly silenced, and Mr. Stagg has ef fectively demon- strated that Grandpa Alonzo is still a great man of the gridiron. That flanker play of his inven tion puzzled the Maroons' opponents all season, although for eight successive Saturdays it was under the plain view of every scout in the Conference. It had at least a half dozen variations, and was something new (because of the possibilities of the lateral pass) in football strategy. No doubt it will be used all over the country next season, possibly with some other coach's name attached to it. That has been the his tory of Mr. Stagg's contributions to the game. Chicago's star player, Kenneth Rouse, kept the Maroon adherents in pleased and admiring contemplation of his activities all season, except at the Illinois game when he nursed a bad knee on the bench. He was pre-emi nent in the Conference, not only" be cause of his superb playing in the cen ter of the line, but also because of his leadership. There was a captain! He knew the rules better than the officials, it seemed, and watched every decision with the keenness of a corporation lawyer. His solicitude for his men, when injured, was also notable. There was chivalry in Rouse as well as fight ing power and grim tenacity. One remembers how with Rouse in the game, the Chicago line stood berserk against the Michigan Wall. Two of Captain Rouse's post-game remarks to his coach are being quoted in football circles. At the close of the Pennsylvania game, which brought vic tory to Chicago after twenty-nine years of waiting, he said: "Mr. Stagg, here is the first Penn sylvania ball." After the Purdue game, which gave Chicago the certainty of a good sea son, he said: "Mr. Stagg, I am so glad on your account that we won." Here is a young man who rises to the occasion. Twenty years hence he may be capable of some utterance that will match in historic vividness with the famous "Lafay ette we are here!" — CHARLES COLLINS. STOCKBROKER'S SOH: Who is that, Dad; General Motors? ^rovJ^* TUECUICAGOAN 15 AT Monte Carlo, as for the sake of your morals I hope you do not know, the results of all spins of the roulette wheels are published weekly. An Oxford Don once told me that these results agreed with the calcula tions based on the law of probability, except in one particular, in which the actual happenings differed so far from the calculated, that it seemed as though our laws of probability was in error. He may have been right. Anyway, following his hint, I won from the Casino the best dinner for two I could order at the Hotel de Paris, every night for a week. Another case where the law of prob ability appears to be in fault turns up at Contract, when we try to guess what we should bid instead of having a rule to follow. One guesses wrong far too often. But the rule we want must be a simple rule — a rule with exceptions to exceptions to exceptions is rather too much like the Greek grammar, and you know how we have forgotten that. - Well, our partner has dealt and bid. The next man has passed. What shall we do? First: If our partner has opened with a bid of either one no trump or two no trumps, and our hand would have jus tified an original bid in a major suit, we bid that suit now. Second: Not having such major suit strength, if our partner has bid one no trump, we raise him to two no trumps, when our hand counts nine, ten or eleven; we raise him to three no trumps if our hand counts twelve or more. The count is on the basis of: Jac\ equals 1 Queen equals 2 King equals 3 Ace equals 4 Third: If our partner has shown a powerful all around hand by opening with a bid of two no trumps, we should raise him to three no trumps, if our hand counts six or more. Note these two differences between the bidding at Contract and at Auc tion. At Auction we try to arrive at the best bid for the two hands as cheap ly as possible. At Contract, if we think we can go game, we bid game. Also at Contract there is no "weak ness take out." Just pass where at Auction you would have made such a take out. Now let us consider the case where Contract Bridge When the Law of Probability Falters our partner has opened with a bid in a suit instead of a no trump bid. If his bid is one in a major suit, we can raise him if we have two quick tricks and in addition normal expect ancy in the suit bid. Normal expectancy is three small cards in the1 suit bid, or if there be only two cards one of them must be the queen or better. The quick tricks can be either in the suit bid or in the rest of the hand, but they must be present somewhere. Per haps the heaviest losses at Contract can be traced to raises without the two quick tricks. As old Baron von Hen- genmuller, the Austrian Ambassador, in days long before the world war, used to say: "Aces vas made to take tricks." Aces or their equivalent, quick tricks, were certainly made to take games. Hengenmuller ought to have known; he freely admitted that he was the best player in Europe. He really did play well, but he lived in a con stant state of surprise at the curious things that happened to him at the hands of players whose games he did not approve. At such places as the Whist Club in New York and the Metropolitan Club in Washington. If our partner's opening bid is two in a major suit, all we require to raise it to three is one quick trick. Normal expectancy is not required. If our partner's opening bid was three in a major suit, we should raise the bid to four, holding two quick tricks. Again normal expectancy is not required. In other words, normal expectancy is required for a raise only where the original bid was one. To recapitulate: Partner's bid Required in Major suit for raise of 1 1 Two quick tricks and normal ex pectancy 2 One quick trick 3 Two quick tricks An extra trick is an extra raise. That almost explains itself, doesn't it? If you see a probable trick more than the bare requirements for a raise just given, don't wait for the bidding to come all the way around to you again — jump your bid at once. It will shut out many a third hand effort. As for your conduct when your part ner has bid a minor suit, it is fairly easy. If he has bid two, you know that he has six at least, including the ace and king and queen. You are an old Auc tion player, and a glance at your own hand will tell you how to make use of this information. If you stop the other three suits, a bid of three no trumps will suggest itself. If your partner bids one in a minor and you have not the strength for a major or a no trump bid, your rules for raising are the same as for a raise of a one bid in a major suit. — HORACE WYLIE. 'Believe it or not, I'm giving him a pocket-lighter" Safety week is at an end and the pedestrian is again moving about at his own risk. The assessment value of the White House is $22,000,000 and it is rumored that Coolidge uttered his famous "I do not choose" statement before he learned it was exmept. 16 TI4ECI4ICAGOAN !..;,.-¦¦, ;¦ , , : . /. .. . •¦..., ^ .,-. ... ¦¦ -.J,. ¦ ,,..-, ^i EDWIN KRENN MRS. EDITH ROCKEFELLER McCORMICK EUGENE BYFIELD MRS. J. JOSEPH RYERSON The Chicago Chicago Riding Club- rWECUICAGOAN 17 Horse Show November 22 to 27 JOHN HERTZ MR. and MRS. JOHN BORDEN HAROLD McCORMICK STUYVESANT PEABODY 18 THE CHICAGOAN Mrs, Samuel Irtsull — with three mimes from "Heartbreak House" dis covered left to right as Robert Warwick, Ethelynne Bradford, and Edna Hubbard — presents G. B. S.'s facile and sometimes futile jeers at the great war. THE CHICAGOAN 19 HEN John Drew joined the great silent company on the other side of Jordan a few months ago, it was announced by numerous con noisseurs of the drama that he left no successor. Furthermore, it was be lieved that the dynasty of First Gen tlemen had died with him; that he was the last of the dandies because there was no longer a demand for the comedy of the drawing room. The American stage, according to this plausible theory, has forsaken fine manners and gone slurnming, and another John Drew would be at a loss for roles in this era of footlighted rowdies, hicks, thugs and bounders. But it seems that Mr. Drew's obitu- arians, in making this apparently sound assumption, had overlooked Holbrook Blinn and a bit of Hungarian sophis tication called "The Play's the Thing," now prevalent at the Harris. Here is a performance worthy of the old mas ter-aristocrat of polite comedy. Here is the light touch, the crisp style, the quizzical grace, the genial man-of-the- worldishness that were Mr. Drew's. Here is the elagance of tailoring, too; the perfect dinner jacket, the ultimate summer flannels — and even a monocle. Here is another First Gentleman, and incidentally the latest hit of the town. It is odd, in a way, that Holbrook Blinn should be the actor to recall most vividly the vanished charm of the Barrymores' much-mourned Uncle John. Before the staging of "The Play's the Thing" (a weak title, no matter how apropos to the plot) no one would have. dreamed that Mr. Blinn could have slipped so adroitly into this genre. A fine actor, yes. One of the best. A personality of power and au thority in every role he has undertaken during the past two decades. But the brittle, tea-table stuff that John Drew juggled with such consummate skill never seemed to be in Mr. Blinn's line. He has specialized in distinguished scoundrels, impressive rough-necks, grim political bosses and Mexican bad men. He has been domineering, truculent and sinster. His desiny might easily have brought him to the artistic ranking of First Bootlegger in the turbulence of contemporary melo drama. Mr. Blinn's metamorphosis from "the best damn caballero in all Mejico" to the most polished clubman of Buda- Pesth, in "The Play's the Thing," is a refreshing surprise. This is civilized acting, merry, mellow and well-man- <7he 5TAGB "The Plays the Thing" nered. The comedy itself, an ingenious trifle from the sly, ironic pen of Franz Molnar, is a welcome relief from the rough and flagrant stuff which is the current vogue. Its point of view is audacious; its tone is worldly; but it is decorous when compared to the sex- sick monstrosities of bad taste with which the American stage is now clut tered. Molnar knows the boundary which separates the amusing aspects of suggestiveness from the offensiveness of exhibitionism. This play is better than Molnar's somewhat similar "The Guardsman," recently done here by the Theater Guild. Heartbreak House" MEMORIES of the Guild, by the way, still haunt the Studebaker. A season of plays off the shelves of the gifted New York experimentalists is in progress there under Mrs. Insull's sponsorship. The first production, Shaw's "Heartbreak House," which proved that this repertory company is an organization of merit, will be with drawn a week hence in favor of A. A. Milne's "Mr. Pirn Passes By," with which the Guild scored a gratifying success six years ago. "Heartbreak House" was a mistake in choice of vehicle for the debut of this company, unless one is willing to admit that the amazing wit of Bernard Shaw has never flagged. But it should be remembered that even Homer nodded once, and in this unintelligible series of conversations I feel that the First Vegetarian of the drama fell into a state of coma. Shaw intended "Heartbreak House," no doubt, as a jeering allegory of the European at titudes and jealousies which caused the war, but what he achieved is, to me, nothing but glib, dismal nonsense. One should not be too severe, how ever, with the old gentleman who has endowed the modern English drama with so many entertaining and stimu lating curiosities of comedy on account of this one lapse into vacuity. The war had a runious effect upon the mental ity of the civilian population. Many other great minds went gaga in the frenzy. Forbes-Robertson, it may be remembered, made a holocaust of the scenery to Shaw's "Antony and Cleo patra" as a patriotic gesture. The bearded Bernard has been ac customed all his life to satirical jesting at accepted ideas. Along came the war, which was a force too vast to be ridiculed. It stripped him of his su periority complex, and left him, for the time being, a garrulous vacuum. It blasted away all his intellectual equip ment of paradox and epigram. His technique is that of negativism: show him an idea and he would present you with its opposite; tell him a fact and he would retort, in words of several syllables, "So's your old man." In "Heartbreak House" he attempted to react in typical Shaw fashion to the war, and it wrecked him. "Outbreak" IN the bighbrow zone, where the drama is treated as sober-sided art rather than as marketable entertain ment, there is a play on view which commands something more than toler ant attention. It is "Outbreak," at the Goodman, a piece of English author ship, new to the footlights. It was a success on the lake-front at its premiere, and it may have a future outside of the little theaters. If your radio set should suddenly develop an uncanny attack of banshee static, and then should proceed to an nounce, in the best style of A. Conan Doyle's spirt mediums, that the world would come to an end next week, what would you do? Answer from nearly everybody: Have a good time accord ing to the promptings of the flesh and the devil.' That is what happens in "Outbreak," with mitigating behavior on the part of an upstanding young man and an old gardener, and it makes a rather rousing tale, with a moral attached. "Out break," written by L. W. Vedrenne (son of Granville Barker's old partner when Shaw was having his first inning as an acted dramatist) is a melodrama of ideas, and although it needs a little re-touching here and there, it clicks neatly. If the ideas in "Outbreak" don't get you, the melodrama must, for the play contains some sexy scenes between a willing nymph and a rampant satyr, and a stirring episode of justifiable homicide. Gun-play at the Goodman! Surely, the world is coming to 'an end. — CHARLES COLLINS. 20 THE CHICAGOAN JOURNALISTIC JOURNEY/ The Making of a Myth THE reporter was worried. He de tested these gang war assignments. Always so much mystery. A lot of fel lows standing around with their faces closed; they might be gangsters and they might be reporters from the Hearst papers. They all seemed to be in on the know. Everybody always seemed to be in on the know. "Huh," he had said, "one of the stools must have tipped off the cops to this layout of machine guns in the At lantic. A cop couldn't find a gun unless it was pushed up against his ear So they're going to kill Al Capone! As soon as the boys get after Al Ca pone, the police department goes out to do battle, end all gang wars, throw everybody in the jug. They're trying to kill Al Capone!" So the papers were carrying full pages telling how so and so killed O'Banion, so the O'Banion boys killed Angelo Genna, so the Genna boys killed Mike Merlo, so Mike Merlo killed Victorio Genna, so Dominic Genna killed Tom O'Donnel, so Tom O'Donnel killed a cop, so the cops killed each other . . . It's all in the headlines. And now they have thrown the Aiello gang into jail and they are going to wipe out gang killings for the fair name of Chi cago. In front of the old South Clark street place, whence come more slobber ing feature stories than from any other spot in the city it is already noticeable that extraordinary proceedings are about to take place. Or perhaps the truth is that since Mr. Thompson has come into office even the police depart ment has learned showmanship. Two mounted officers pace up and down the street keeping their eyes peeled for gangsters. The familiar bulk of a "detective" is parked by the door to the station. He's watching for gangsters, and chatting with a reporter. The arriving reporter vaguely recog nizes the man to whom the "detective" is speaking. He deftly hangs around, so as to get the official conversation. The "detective," whose name the re porter ought to know but doesn't, is declaring that all suspicious charac ters will be searched for guns before they are allowed into the station. Most extraordinary procedure. Frisking ev erybody on the streets. Makes a good lead, the reporter reflects. Gangs roaming at random. Guard police sta tion from gun-toters. Three men hop out of a cab. The whisper goes up and down the street, "There they are." Gangsters. Actually gangsters. Those are the three who were arrested in front of the detective bureau the other day and found to have guns on them. Capone men. Right in front of the bureau. The reporter looks very closely at them. He has to write at least a col umn describing gangsters. Within an hour. The reporter is saying, "Yeah. They just went in. Drove up in a Cadillac and stopped twenty feet from the sta tion." That is a point. They didn't stop directly at the door. Typical, of course, of gangsters. Especially Capone henchmen. The courtroom is jammed. Never has it been so jammed. Poor Mary who was pinched last Saturday — will them cops never lay off her! — has no chance at all. The perennial drunk sits and glowers in the pen. The little Jew with his wife and six children who are all going to testify anent the theft of a window shade from his garage are rudely squashed into a corner of the chamber. The reporter has to fight with the bailiff even to get up to the bench. There he finds himself in a terrific jam. First he thinks they are hoodlums, gangsters, lawyers, or what-not. But in a moment he discovers that he is elbowing his way through a solid mass of gentlemen and ladies of the press. Everybody is there. He parks himself against a table, looks behind him, and sees the sharp- ridged face of the city editor of the Evening American. In front of him is the leading girl reporter of the same journal. She turns to welcome the re porter and catches sight of her city ed itor. She gasps. He puts his finger over his lips. Most mysterious. Gangs are about to appear. There seem to be a dozen other reporters from the American, four reporters from his own paper, and an amplitude of reporters from all the other papers in the city. He notices an American flag has been perched over the bench. That's new. He decides to remember to put that in his story. (Good reporters never use notes.) The gangsters are called right away. The three gentlemen who came up in a cab step up. Names are called but the reporter can't quite catch them. Be sides, how about the spelling? All other reporters are busily writing down notes. He writes down what he thinks are the names of the men. He tries to see what the other reporters are writ ing down. All this so damn mysteri ous. What? The gangsters are push ing their way out. That case is over. Postponed to December 2 or some thing. Was that right? He asks, as if he was pretty sure, but merely wants corroboration, "Dec. 2, wasn't it?" They're calling more names. He scribbles them down, as near as he can get them. Ah, the girl from the American is over examining the indict ments or affidavits or whatever they are at the clerk's desk. The advantage of being a woman. Clerks always growl when male reporters ask for those things. Well, names can be gotten later from the sheet. Oh, these were wrong. These don't belong among the gangs at all. Just some stray case that blundered in among the others. Well, the men certainly looked like gang sters. Ah, they're bringing in the mob. The Aiello mob. The six who were pinched in the room in the Atlantic hotel. Six small, unshaven men stand there sheepishly. The lawyer, Izzie Gold berg, prominent figure in the morals court, holds a conversation with the judge. Dec. 21. It's all over. The six are being led away. "Aw, hell," says the reporter. "All that row over a bunch of minor hood lums." He whams into a cab and gets back to the office. He writes three columns of color about gangsters in court Real, hard-boiled gangsters with shifty eyes and mouths that are like slits in their faces. Gangsters ready to kill. The city editor grunts. More gang ster stuff. Must have more gangster stuff. Great gang war going on. When the paper comes up the re porter reads the thrilling story about gangsters in court. "Gee," he thinks, "the guy that wrote that certainly knows the inside." For the moment, he forgot who wrote it. — MEYER levin. THE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ Mercurial Muriel THERE were too many girls at the dance. Girls, shop girls, school-girls, home-girls, i - and girls, were standing about in dull distress, trying not to look like wall-flowers at the Army-Navy dance given the night before the Army-Navy football game at Soldier Field. Half a dozen dowagers had tried to make the girls feel at ease; but they had only bunched together more closely. A quar tet of dazzling debutantes en deavored to do their bit. But the girls clung to the pillars. Suddenly, from somewhere -^^ came a brisk young woman, oh ^_^- about 25 years old. She was .^-^ plainly dressed; her burnished ^^^ brown hair, short and straight, was brushed severely back from a wide forehead, with a sprink ling of freckles across the bridge of the nose. Her brown eyes looked out, forthright and sincere. There was no patronage about this young woman. No gurgling sweetness; no blah. Her hand shot out in greeting. The clasp was firm, reassuring. Girls in forlorn, self-conscious bunches never attract dance partners. She knew that. She steered the little blonde girl over to the chaperon who was talking to a tall cadet. She put the brunette girl in the pathway of that good-looking middy. She introduced; she talked. She never danced. She was energetic, per suasive, matter-of-fact. And she was successful. When the supply of men was abso lutely exhausted, she made a lark of it, and carried along on her enthusiasm a dozen girls who otherwise wouldn't have had the courage to go in to sup per. "Who's that girl?" one of her pro teges asked another one. "That girl, why that's Muriel Mc- Cormick. You know, her grand-dad's John D. Rockefeller." The first girl drew in her breath sharply, as she exclaimed, "Well, can you beat that?" Muriel McCormick You couldn't. That is the profile of the many-sided Muriel McCormick which those girls will remember long after they have for gotten the silhouettes of Muriel as an actress, as a singer, as a motion picture student, as business woman, as a Red Cross worker, as an investigator in the realm of spiritism. For Muriel is mercurial. Her life falls as clearly into distinct phases as do the plays of Shakespeare in those elaborate outlines which our English prof, used to draw on the blackboard. She's a symbol of independence etched against a background of super lative contrasts. Grand-daughter of one of America's richest men, she once owned part in terest in a gown shop. With her mother, her father, and her aunt, all maintaining Chicago homes, she elects to live with none; but makes her home with the George Alexander McKinlocks, parents of the young lieutenant who lost his life in the war, and for whom, though she never knew him during his life-time, she has a spiritual friendship. Young, her two best friends for many years were very old. One was her father's mother, the late Madame Cyrus McCormick, I over whose death she grieved deeply. The other is her mother's father, John D. Rocke feller, whom she frequently visits at Kijk-Nit, his estate at ^ Pocantico Hills. X^ She never made a debut, pre- 7\ ferring to remain abroad and Y^ study music. J She has never married, but Ur^ she wears a wedding ring. At J ^ least it is a slim band, worn on ' t the right finger, and her friends g declare it is a symbolization of her affection for George Alex ander McKinlock, Jr., whom ^-* she met, so the story goes, through the occult mysteries of a spiritistic seance. Favored by fortune and an cestry, she wants always to go it alone. She is irked by any plaudits that come to her as Rockefeller's grand daughter. So zealous was her demand for an anonymous career that she took a new name several years ago. It was shortly after her father's marriage to Ganna Walska, after her mother and father had been divorced. Muriel left Harold McCormick's home at 678 Rush street and went four flights up into a studio apartment at 121 East Oak street, al most in the back-yard of Mrs. Edith Rockefeller McCormick's home on the Drive. The card over the mail box was en graved — Muriel McCormick. But be neath, written in bold black letters, was the Indian name — Nawanna Micor. The telephone was listed under that name; and under that name she negoti ated for screen tests. But the cinema was not her first in terest. Music and the stage were early rivals. "From the time I was a tiny child," she has often said, "my greatest punish ment was to be deprived of the the atre." Her theatrical debut was in 1922, in the spring. She was actress, stage di rector, costume designer, and scenery 22 TUE CI4ICAG0AN man. The piece was Francis Coopee's "Le Passant," and she played the role of the boy, "Zanette." Lithe as a boy, in snug crimson breeches, short tunic of blue and far-flung yellow cape, she played well her part. When it was over, and she was pos ing for a picture, her father appeared to greet her. The cape went one way; the guitar flew another. Over went two baskets of flowers, and she was in the arms of "Darling," as she usually calls her devoted father. The next year she played "Hansel" in a production of "Hansel and Gretel," which the Junior League gave for chil dren. Rumors were many. Fred Stone had offered her a contract. So had any of four different movie men. One rumor ended in court. A fake film company had been using the fa mous name of Muriel McCormick as a come-on in their guarantee to make a cinema star out of every applicant who had half a hundred dollars. It was in the spring of this year that Muriel McCormick began to go to young McKinlock's grave. Killed in atcion at Berzy-le-Sec, his body was later taken home to Lake Forest by his parents, who gave the McKinlock cam pus at Northwestern university in his memory, and erected a memorial at Harvard university, where he had been a student. The visits of consolation to the Mc- Kinlocks grew into prolonged stays. Presently she went to live with them. Mrs. McKinlock was passionately in terested in the work of the Red Cross. Muriel McCormick became her co worker. Not so long ago she was elected a member of the board of di rectors of the Chicago chapter. She doesn't like publicity, but she's always making it. Sometimes it's be cause she drives her motor car 45 miles an hour through Wilmette and gets ar rested thereby. Sometimes it's because she tells a Lake Forest policeman that Wu-Si-Woo, her six-inch-long three- inch-high Chinese canine blue-blood is so small that "a license tag would al most break his neck." She doesn't care for society, but she's one of its most prominent members. She claims she's not much good in a crowd. But I shall never forget that night at the Drake when she saved the day for half a hundred forlorn girls who had no cadets or middies to dance with them. Mercurial Muriel. — GENEVIEVE FORBES-HERRICK. /PORT/ REVI EW Authentic Verdict THE stable boys, handlers and trainers decided it was a great show and no mere exhibitor, judge or silk hatted boxholder need add to or amplify that verdict in any way. Even if they did, the stable boys, handlers and trainers wouldn't pay any atten tion. We know this because we lis tened carefully to what the unofficial judges had to say. Not a ribbon was bestowed in the whole show that hadn't been decided upon unofficially by the boys who crowded the arena side boards at the east and west ends of the ring. Often the pre-judging didn't jibe with the official, but more often the decisions were identical, thus proving that the men chosen by the Riding Club to make the awards knew their business. As for the lovely ladies, the gorgeous flowered shawls draped over the red, bunting-covered boxes, the brilliance of costly gowns and wraps enhanced by gleaming diamond and pearl tiaras and necklaces, the glossy, flickering shine of the gentlemen's silk toppers and white shirt bosoms — all that was lost on the unofficial, but nevertheless real, judges of the show. Their eyes were glued from beginning to end on the pranc ing beauties in the ring. Of the horses, we command an in sufficient number of superlatives to do them justice. Instead, this department subscribes, humbly, to the stable boys* verdict — it was a great show. Chicago exhibitors and Chicago generally can be proud of the showing made by local entries. Of the others, well, there was some talk of a little girl from Nebraska and a flying mustang named Aviator, so in keeping with the custom estab lished by Texas Guinan, we take pleas ure in joining everyone else who saw the horse show in giving that little girl a hand. Hard Water Hockey NOT quite so respendent in fine feathers and gleaming diamonds as the assemblage which witnessed the horse show opening was the crowd present at the Coliseum last week for the premiere game of the 1927-28 season of Chicago's profes sional ice hockey team, the Blackhawks. And yet it required no eagle-eyed re porting to recognize half a peck of dia monds sprinkled through the boxes, even so. There were better than a mean baker's dozen of stiff white shirt fronts, too. The conclusion is that Major Frederic McLaughlin, impresario of the Blackhawks, has managed to sell not a few of his box seat tickets for the twenty-two local appearances of his team this winter. As for the team, it looks like an improvement over the 1926 ice scrapers. There is a new manager, Mr. Barney Stanley of Win- International Live Stock Show Bulls and Bares THE CHICAGOAN 23 nipeg, and many new faces in the line up. Regular hockey fans gave the vet erans of the team, notably Mickey McKay and Eddie Rodden, the flashy forwards, a right royal welcome and the boys responded with a cyclone-like performance against the Ottawa Sena tors, Canadian visitors for the opener. On the other hand, there is the ama teur hockey and skating situation. It's rather worse than muddled. The trouble popped up at the annual meet ing of the International Skating Union at Boston, when an attempt was made to dethrone Mr. Allan F. Blanchard, of Chicago, veteran chairman. The upshot was a complete split, with Mr. Blanchard's supporters forming their own Amateur Skating Union of Amer ica and withdrawing from the others, who promptly formed their own new group, retaining the old name and electing, with strange gusto, another Chicagoan, Mr. Frank M. Kalteux, as president. Until the Amateur Athletic Union assumes its right of jurisdiction, and renders a decision in the matter, there will be, as a result, two, instead of one, governing bodies for amateur skating contests. Lest we seem out of joint in the statement, as you read it, however, it may be well to mention that action may have been taken in the interval required between the writing and printing of these lines. Members of the Neo-Arlimusic club here are in the throes of dispute through an effort of some to change the name of the organization. We sug gest that it at least be retained as a pass word. ? Chicago has abolished "Silent" night. However, there is still the same amount of static available. CINEMA Ben Hecht s Picture MR. BEN HECHT'S familiarity with these parts and the go ings-on with which scareheads identify them has not restrained his imagina tion, nor has Hollywood. His "Under world," loudly billed as a daringly rec orded chapter from the city's dark past, is not that at all; but it is a very good picture. Incidents in it recall the pass ing of Dion O'Banion and the passage of Tommy O'Connor, but neither is a direct transcript of the original and both belong utterly to the tightly woven tapestry of slightly tawdry events. And Mr. Hecht, or his producer, has definitely disclaimed the Chicago set ting by making the gangsters burglars instead of beer barons. Perhaps it is a better picture for all this. "Underworld" is plain and fancy melodrama. Its characters are bad men and women who disport fewer streaks of gold than is customary among bad men and women of the screen. It is narrated with relatively little captional moralizing (although there is enough of this to get the picture past the censors) and it ends on a well sustained cres' cendo. George Bancroft is perfect as the major malfactor, Evenlyn Brent is picturesquely convincing as his girl and Clive Brook is good enough as the "brains" without which picture makers consider no crime cast complete. The three-fingered actor whose demise at the boss brigand's hands is punished by the police in wholly un-Chicagoan zeal is not a frequent performer in pictures (he played the half-breed in "The Iron Horse"), but an excellent one. Ma chine guns, bombs, fast motors and something which may have been in spired by the First Ward Ball legend are locally familiar items which con tribute high interest to the proceedings. The picture may or may not have term inated its Roosevelt run when these lines appear, but it will be widely shown in the city and it is one of the three best cinema evenings available at this time, the others being "Ben Hur" and "What Price Glory" in that order. It should be seen, not because it is Ben Hecht's first picture, which it is, nor be cause it is billed as a Chicago story, which it isn't, but because it's a first rate job of story-telling and it's upto- date. On Dismay Underworld — Reviewed above. Dress Parade — Excellent picture of West Point, an unfailing thrill, with William Boyd attempting and almost achieving a William Haines characterization. Two Arabian Knights — Louis Wolheim, Mary Astor and William Boyd in the dreariest war comedy to date. She's a Sheik — Bebe Daniels stealing Douglas Fairbank's stuff amid desert stands and Foreign Legionnaires, and right smartly. American Beauty — Billie Dove's eyes, her hair, her nose, chin neck — but look for yourself, John. The Silver Slave — Silly stuff for the con- sumate Irene Rich, but it brings on Audrey Ferris and Clara Bow may now retire. Wings — Plane and fancy warfare. The Garden of Allah — Landscaped by Rex Ingram for Alice Terry and no land mark. Breakfast at Sunrise — Constance Tal- madge in progressively intriguing intrigue with a husband. Knowingly done. Figures Don't Lie — But titles do, and in this case about Esther Ralston's! Old San Francisco — A pretty and pithy preamble to the fire. The Fair Co-Ed — Marion Davies and other slightly clad young women at basketball, with the star in championship form. The College Widow — Nothing to men tion next time you meet George Ade. The Woman on Trial — The woman being Pola Negri, the audience standing trial. The Cat and the Canary — Shiver stuff. -W. R. WEAVER. ? Lady in brilliant red attends stock show Bobby Jones has been presented with a fifty thousand dollar home by admir ing Atlanta friends. Sounds like prop aganda to keep him out of the British Open. 24 TI4E CHICAGOAN MU/ICAL NOTE/ "The Snow Maiden* 44~yHE SNOW MAIDEN" is the 1 Russian equivalent of "Hansel and Gretel," an opera of innocence. It asks you to believe nothing, hence it is, unlike most opera, intensely real. In it we discover none of the ridiculous pos- turings or spurious emotions of the va rious Azucenas, Canios, and Rhadames of the operatic stage, but a collection of charming fairies and naive humans, created by the plastic imaginations of Ostrovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov. The air of the entire production is one of child-like naivette and tenderness. The benevolent old Czar of the Berendey is what the Russians would have liked their rules to have been. He is a kind and just father. The Snow Maiden herself, daughter of the frost and the spring, is delightfully conceived as a combination of fairy and mortal, seek ing desirously for the fire of love, only to be melted away when she discovers it. The Shepherd Lei, the village lasses and bumpkins, the sprites of meadow and forest, all picture in a thoroughly credible background for a musical work that should never have been dropped from the local repertoire. Rimsky's music has a unique charm especially fitted for the text. He has not the profundity of Moussorgsky, but, next to him, best realizes the enor mous possibilities of the ancient tunes of the Russians. They are sprinkled through the score with amazing pro fusion and facility. The "Aller au bois," the arias of Lei and the Czar, although not as indigenous, neverthe less possess a winsome and tender sen timentality. The production by the Civic Opera has well-nigh everything. Apparently the Roerich sets have been hauled out of the warehouse and refurbished. The Russian is a great painter for the stage and these sets, particularly the one for the first act, the most fetching the Civic Opera has ever had. Mason, as Snie- gurotchka, Lenska as Fair Spring, and Hackett as the fatherly old Czar, con tribute nobly to the success of the per formance. Baklanoff was a better Misguir than Rimini, but the latter is good enough, and so are a half dozen other principals who have either had experience with the opera in the past or seem to understand the spirit of its text and music upon first acquaintance. Among them, Lorna Doone Jackson, Charles Baromeo, and the inimitable Defrere. The ballet boasted sprightli- ness and precision and the conducting of Weber was impeccable. He seems to grow in musical stature every time he steps to the conductor's desk. Heinrigk Schlussnus SEVERAL Mondays ago the new opera baritone with the terrific name of Heinrigh Schlussnus made himself heard in recital under the aus pices of a local women's club at the Cort Theatre. Our original impressions from his German gramophone records and his debut as Wolfram in "Thann- hauser" at the Auditorium were strik ingly confirmed. He is not a good, but a great singer, the kind that sends you restlessly to the thesaurus in quest of suitable adjectives. Schlussnus has youth, intelligence, training, a gorgeous endowment of natural voice, and the knack of controlling his head tones in a way that makes your spine tie itself into knots. If lieder singing in Amer ica becames subject to recrudescence, it will be through the instrumentality of just such a singer. Implicit in the lit erature of Wolf, Brahms, Schumann and Strauss is a great treasure of song that lies neglected in this country be cause singing Oley Speaks, Fay Foster, and Reynaldo Hahn requires less work, no brains and elicits a superficially en thusiastic response. Schlussnus would have satisfied any of the great com posers of lieder, even Wolf. He makes each song a miniature drama, in some cases even a matter of the keenest psy chology. He is one of the greatest art ists we have ever heard. Current Records Handel's Organ Concerto No. IV in F Major has been recorded by Brunswick and issued in connection with their new album series of classics as Set No. VI. Included in the Album is also the Rhein- berger Organ Concerto with the same key signature. Both are played by Walter Fisher of the Berlin Cathedral with or chestral accompaniment. The discs, while not yet capable of realizing the fullest possibilities of the grand organ, are nevertheless better than anything done thus far for that instrument. Albeniz' Under the Palms, played by Cortot for Victor (No. 1271) in a spe cial release, is a grateful discovery for the fan who collects fine piano records. On the reverse side is the familiar Cradle Song of Brahms. The Better Rolls Gay's Beggar's Opera has been resurrected in yet another form by Duo Art. The piano potpourri comprising the most familiar airs from this quaint old opera is played by Robert Armbruster. A good addition for your shelf of rolls. Num ber 71859. Haydn's "Surprise Symphony" or at least the second Andante movement of it marks the debut of Walter Damrosch as a Duo Art performer. Fortunately the instrument does not reproduce the human voice so we get only the music, and not the usual lecture. Ask the lady for No. 537-4. Dancing Tambourine, played by a gentle man named Alpert, No. 713430 (the roll, not the gentleman), is a ticklish and in tricate fox-trot. The veteran Phil Oman does Good News from the collegiate musical comedy of like name. (No. 713435.) — ROBERT POLLAK. Marble and Clay An Amazing Narrative (Begin on page 9) upon "the adorable way he used to put choice bits from his own plate onto mine." "Sometimes just to ingratiate him self with me, he would deliberately use words like 'ain't,' or he would de liberately mispronounce words, calling me you purty thing.' " "When I came back into the bed room after closing the door upon Mr. Johnstone, he was hiding in my ward robe closet, and it did amuse me so to see him. I asked if he thought if any one did break in, that his being in a closet, with his clothes strewn about on the chairs, would help matters!" "There was always a certain depre catory attitude which he seemed to re serve for — (his wife)." "Before Scott had returned from his Chicago opera tour, Elizabeth and I had begun to plan for a new apart ment. They lived on the south side in Chicago, which is not generally con ceded to be as fashionable or desirable as the north side, and Elizabeth and I agreed we would prefer to be on the north side." "With $225 of that $250 I bought myself a little diamond and sapphire link bracelet." And then there is that extraordinary incident of Miss Britton 's Pullman THE CHICAGOAN 25 acquaintance with Governor Cox, which ends in receipt of a letter say ing: "Perhaps Mr. Cox can assume all responsibilities toward you more capably than I have done." And if it were Anita Loos who were writing, how appropriate a climax would it make when, after his death, his sister gives Miss Britton his old leather bill book for remembrance. ""How could she know how it tortured me to see again the old familiar wallet and to experience the rush of memories which this new sight of it conjured up for me! 'How are the finances today, Nan?" or "Have you paid Mrs. Johnson your rent a month in advance?' And whether or not my finances were in good shape, he would draw out contem platively a twenty or fifty." FUNNY as these passages, and plenty of others, may seem, how ever, when viewed out of their context, the chances are that they are simply the uncritical outpourings of an inex perienced writer who is somewhat overwrought. And although Miss Brit ton was never one to practice econo mies, in spite of frequent suggestions that she do so, nor to^overlook imme diate necessities such as squirrel coats and trips to Europe, and although she has had the misfortune to cause ex pense to other friends since his death, still she does not impress one as being exactly a gold-digger. If she had been, it would have undoubtedly occurred to her to entrench herself at the time of the presidential campaign, when, as Tim the secret service man remarked later on, the fact of Elizabeth Ann would have commanded anywhere from a hundred thousand to a million of party funds. The personal motive of the book would seem therefore to boil itself down to something rather simple. Miss Britton wants money enough to keep Elizabeth Ann with her, and to bring her up in a manner befitting the only child of a president. His family can't spare it, her own attempt to marry money proved a failure, borrowed money is borrowed money. And inci dentally she wants the world to know that Elizabeth Ann is the child of a president. "The President's Daughter ' has perhaps already accomplished both horns of her purpose. Its method is, however, a little like using a bomb to open your front door when you can't find the key. — SUSAN WILBUR. Book/- Centennials of the Season OF LATE years the uncompliment ary habit has been forming in literary circles of celebrating the anni versaries of people's deaths. Whether it started with Shakespeare, and for the simple reason that 1916 was nearer than 1964, or whether back in 1888 when the Harriet Beecher Stowe scan dal had made impossible the celebra tion of a birth centenary for Byron, leaving it up to us to celebrate in 1924, or whether the fashion derived from the agony column, would be hard to say. And in any case the point at the moment is merely the extent to which deaths that occurred fifty and a hun dred years ago have influenced the present fall publishing season. Ludwig Van Beethoven died in 1827, and 1927 has brought at least four new books about him. One of these, "Ludwig Van Beethoven's Pi anoforte Sonatas," by William Behr- end, with an introduction by Alfred Cortot, is a fresh and important one. It had already gone through two edi tions in Denmark before its translation into English. Where most pianists learn a few of the sonatas for concert purposes, Mr. Behrend has taught and has lectured on practically all of them, and out of this close knowledge grew a feeling for them as a sequence, as, in a way, autobiography. Another, "Beethoven: His Spiritual Develop ment," by J. W. N. Sullivan, uses Beethoven to point an aesthetic moral. A third, "Beethoven: The Search for Reality," by W. J. Turner, goes to the other extreme. It gives a humanizing biography — humanizing in this case doesn't mean fictional — and a certain amount of commentary on the Eroica and other works, the sort of commen tary on Beethoven to which we have become accustomed in the course of the last hundred years. A fourth is "The Unconscious Beethoven: An Essay in Musical Psychology," by Ernest New man, the English James Huneker. William Blake also died in 1827, but with Blake the celebration has for the most part taken the form of new presentations of his work itself. Of these the most important for the gen eral reader is "Poetry and Prose of William Blake," edited by Geoffrey Keynes. Here, after a hundred years, is a complete Blake in one volume — 1,152 thin paper pages. And it is not a mere collection. The text is that crit ically established for "The Writings of William Blake," a collector's item of 1925. Two other centenary publica tions are themselves collector's items, a color facsimile of "Songs of Ex perience," companion volume to "Songs of Innocence," brought out last year, and a color facsimile of "The Mar riage of Heaven and Hell," with a note by Max Plowman. Mr. Plowman is also author of a new "Introduction to the Study of Blake." More exciting from the viewpoint of the average reader, however, than either of these centennials is the semi centennial of the death of the French novelist George Sand. This semi-cen tennial has, to be sure, reached us a year late, but it was worth waiting for. The year 1926 in France brought to light much new material — unbeliev able as this may seem, where so much material existed before — and among it, the correspondence of Madame Sand with Aurelien de Seze, a record of the "amitie" which was in a way respon sible for her becoming a novelist. In writing to Aurelian, her pen had got going, and once going it was something that couldn't be stopped. Two Amer ican biographers had, it would seem simultaneously, the inspiration to im port the Sand semi-centennial. One of them has imported George Sand the pioneer feminist, the George Sand whose life is as emotional and exciting as that of a George Sand heroine. This biographer is Marie Jenney Howe and she calls her book "George Sand : The Search for Love." The other — Eliz abeth W. Schermerhorn : "The Seven Strings of the Lyre: The Romantic Life of George Sand" — has imported the George Sand who was a famous man among other famous men. Books to Read Are They the Same at Home? by Bev erly Nichols. $2. TO. (George H. Doran Co.) Young remarks upon innumerable personalities by a born interviewer. The American Orchestra and Theo- 26 THE CHICAGOAN DORE Thomas, by Charles Edward Rus sell $5. (Doubleday Page and U>.) Recommended to Chicago music lovers in particular and to anyone who likes a good fight. Ieremy at Crale, by Hugh Walpole. $2. (George H. Doran and Co.) It makes you feel as though you'd gone to a great public school in England. Flamingo, by Mary Borden. $2.50. (Doubleday, Page and Co.) A Chicago woman interprets the life of a big city. Apples and Madonnas, by C. J. Bulliet. $3.50. (Pascal Covici.) The art editor of the local Post in highly interesting and readable chapters concerning modernistic art. Red Sky at Morning, by Margaret Ken nedy. (Doubleday, Page and Co.) $2.50. The author of "The Constant Nymph" has given us in this story of an upper-class English family something quieter, except for one melodramatic in cident, than her previous novel, but one that is just as keen in its character draw ing. It is a tragic story and its tragedy is one of the maladjustment of the younger and older generations to each other and to the state of society after the war. The Promised Land, by Ladislas Reymont. 2 vols. (Alfred A. Knopf.) $5. The author of "The Peasants" turns his at tention to the city master and city man. But whereas in the first book Reymont wrote with an intimate knowledge of the Polish countryside, he has but an acquired knowledge of the industrialised city, and in his depiction of the factory owners of Lodz he takes no pains to conceal the fact that he hates them and all their works. The American Songbag, by Carl Sand burg. (Harcourt Brace and Co.) $7.50. Long awaited. A collection of 280 songs, ballads, and ditties brought together from all regions of America, and therefore from the ends of the earth. Carl Sand burg collected them in person with the help of his guitar, and various well known composers of Chicago and elsewhere have given them musical settings. People have trying to buy this book for at least two years. This Smoking World, by A. E. Hamil ton. Decorations cut by M. J. Gallagher. (The Century Company.) $2.50. A history, a handbook, and an aesthetic touchstone of the strangest of human customs. One chapter, "Our Ladies' Nicotine," mentions Chicago. We have, it seems, one restaurant which held out until this very Anno Domini against women smoking, began by letting down the bars from 9 to 12 P. M., and then threw up its hands. The Father of Little Women, by Honore Willsie Morrow. (Little Brown and Co.) $3. The story of Bronson Alcott's educational experiments, in terms of his family and of the Temple School in Boston. Based on the fifty volumes of Alcott's Journals and other unpub lished material to which Mrs. Morrow has exceptionally, if unenviably, had ac cess. — SUSAN WILBUR. The Chicagoenne Surveys the Bob HAIR cuts are a detail of one's cos tume ensemble, or hair cuts are the keynote of personality around which costumes and wardrobes are chosen, according to whether you are talking to a dressmaker or to a hair dresser. Madame Louise, this town's genius at shaping coiffures to reveal unexpected beau ties in any given set of features, believes im plicitly in the domi nance of the coiffure. Mr. Nicholas at Huldah's in the Drake considers clothes, hats and the general taste of the costumer as indicated by her dress and her expressed preferences. He says, "It is useless to give a haircut requiring a great deal of care to an obviously busy woman, even if it will be perhaps greatly becoming. She will only neglect it and then it will look terrible and be unsatisfactory and bad for the reputation of the house. It is bad, too, to give a too plain cut to a woman who likes to dress and goes out a great deal evenings to balls and par ties. The contrast between clothes and hair will be too great." Crest, who does the hair of some of the town's most exacting social lights, says his people know what they want •without his advice and far be it from him to deny any lady an unbecoming or unsuitable haircut or coiffure if so be she wants it. When women just miss smartness, however, nine times out of ten it is because they have failed to compose themselves and their costumes as a com plete picture. And nine times out of ten when all the elements of costume are in harmony, if a woman fails to give an impression of completest chic it is because of her haircut. She has probably failed to achieve that desirable relationship between her clothes, her person- ality and her haircut, implied by Mr. Nich olas. Fashions in hair dress are certainly as variable and probably as definite as fashions in dress. Where, for instance, is the boyish bob of yes- ter-year? The long curly mop of the year before that? Or the King Tut' Buster Brown effect of war time? Whether fashions in haircuts reflects fashions in dress, or inspire them, or are a detail of fashion in dress, is an other one of those questions like the one about the priority of the chicken or the egg. But this season when the mode is more formal, more detailed, more subtle and more feminine than it has been for years and years, hair cuts assume special importance, both as a detail of the ensemble and as they reflect fashion awareness in themselves. Today's haircut has but two indis pensable characteristics and they are very general ones. It must follow closely the contours of the head, that is it must accentuate and embellish the natural curves of both face and head, and it must be feminine! Beyond these requirements the variety is infinite, just as infinite as the variety of faces. It is true that there are some general lines which are so universally becoming that they are given a name, the "Wind blown Bob," for instance. The "Wind-blown Bob," well done, by that I mean modified to suit the face of the wearer, is almost universally becoming for the simple reason that it is the most utterly natural way that hair can be worn. For this haircut, the hair is combed down naturally as it falls, over the face, at the sides and back. The back is thinned and shingled, and the sides are cut short showing the ears, or slightly longer and brushed forward; THE CHICAGOAN 27 the hair may be worn in this fashion both straight and waved and the suc cess of this cut depends entirely upon where the hair about the face is cut short and where it is left a little longer. Of course, the variations of this cut are infinite. Sometimes there is a part, sometimes there is none; sometimes there is a very definite part on the side or in the middle; sometimes the hair is curled in small round curls all over the head; sometimes it is left quite straight or only slightly waved. In fact there are so many modifications to this de servedly favored haircut that in many of them the only characteristic of the original "Wind-blown Bob" remaining is the one of brushing the hair forward from the crown of the head and let ting it fall naturally where it will. Straight hair worn smooth and shining is increasingly chic. With all of our marvelously improved methods for permanent waving, marcelling, finger waving and all the cunning tricks the hairdressers have to imitate and even improve upon nature, it seems at a first glance that to have straight hair become actually fashionable is surely one of gentle Fashion's most imbecilic whims. But picture to yourself just what is happening. For $5.95 anybody can have curly hair. It may not be the best curly hair in the world, but it will be curly hair! Very few things everyone can have are fashionable. Everyone can, and nearly everyone does, have magnificently corkscrewed locks. Curly hair is fast ceasing to be fash ionable. — Q. E. D. For those who had their hair cut in Paris or in the New York establish ment of Antoine, here is news! At the Palmer House beauty shop, which is one of the Terminal shops operated by the same company, which has the shop in the Roosevelt, the Book-Cadillac in Detroit, and a dozen or so other places, they have a man named Werner, who was one of Antoine's barbers. He uses exactly the same methods as are in use at Antoine's, and besides, has what somebody has called "sympathetic hands." They have that quick, sure deftness that anyone who has ever sat to the French coiffure master will be sure to appreciate. When you next go for a haircut, after you have found a barber who really does well with your particular type — for, contrary to all the advertis- I.ITIILL6R I N S T 1 T U T I ON INT ER-NATIONALE presents I. m ILL€R I nllLLCR DELUXE SHOES BEAUTIFUL SHOES GRENADA MODELS MILLERTAIRES MILLERKINS TRUWAUK HOSIERY BUCKLES BAGS SOCIETY'S SHOESHOP THE EMBROIDERED VAMP! HANDIWORK OF FRANCE, IN SILVER, JADE, ROSE, SAPPHIRE L . . INTRODUCED IN THIS EVENING OPERA! 312 SO. MICHIGAN AVE. ir ¥7~1 Visit This Rare Display i t'-t- JUST north of the "Bridge" on Ohio Street at the Lake — you will find the "Treas ure Trove." The METAL- ? ARTS STUDIOS — Manuf ac- turers of Decorative Lamps ana Metal Furniture, also importers of exclusive Furniture and Objets d'Art — open the doors of their Galler ies and Factory to the Public. Attractive settings are displayed in unusual surroundings which will appeal to the most discriminating taste. AnALAms 451 E. Ohio St. Chicago OTUDI05 89 Rue d'Hautville Paris 28 THE CHICAGOAN Tea for two in the Fort Shelby H OTEL FORT SHELBY'S standard of accom modation has won the esteem of all who travel well. The guest rooms possess an atmosphere quiet, soothing and comfortable. There are, of course, adequate facilities for entertainment of all sorts, from the simplest to the most elaborate social affair. Everything downtown is practically at the door. Transportation, rail and water, is conveniently close. Guests arriving by motor are met at the entrance by competent attendants who relieve them of the care of their cars. Whether your choice be one of the many very comfortable rooms to be had at $4 a day, or one of the higher priced, especially large, richly furnished rooms or fire-place suites, with sunny bay windows giving an entrancing view of city, river and Canadian shore, you will enjoy a particular sense of value in the Fort Shelby. Write for beautifully illus trated brochure containing full details. HOTEL FORT SHELBY LAFAYETTE AND FIRST DETROIT ing circulars, no man is equally good on all types of faces — go over your wardrobe with your mind's eye, pic ture your haircut in relation to clothes. Don't, for instance, if you have sev eral moderately wide brimmed hats, go in for a very sleek off-the-face coiffure, for you will be in for either a new hat wardrobe or a great deal of disappoint ment. On the other hand, if most of your costumes call for tiny, close-fitting off-the-face types of hats, don't decide upon one of those new, rather long in front bobs that call for a lot of hair along the cheek line. These be small things, and, perhaps, too obvious for mention. Very well, take a section of any hundred women on Michigan boulevard, and look them over carefully. — EDNA CORY. The Parisienne Scans the Shofs There is a perfect beauty in a mouse gray wool material, snug and straight in its lines, extravagantly trimmed with shaded gray astrakan, and tucked in diagonals down the back. The most startling evening creation at Doucet's was a carmen red trans parent velvet, made very tight in back and meeting in three rhinestone buckles down the front of the bodice, so that the silver vest showed between, giving it a laced effect. The skirt was grace fully draped and held in its folds by a large rhinestone ornament at the cen ter of the low waistline. If we were speaking of the eccentric ities and unique variations in design of each couturier, we would be sure to mention the individuality expressed by Louise-Boulanger in her use of two long trailing panels, heavily trimmed with ostrich feathers in a circular motif, hanging far below the rather short skirt. These floating pieces add grace and dignity to the gown, which is extremely simple, in black georgette, with a corsage of the ostrich at one side of the low waist. This is the time of year when the down town shop windows are more al luring and brilliant than ever, if only for the reason that it gets dark so much earlier and they are all brightly lighted at a little after half -past four in the afternoon. The rue Saint Honore al' THE CHICAGOAN 29 Choosing a winter cr 94 ideal cruises select from in this These cruises go all over the globe— to the Mediterranean, West Indies, South America, Africa, Around the World. Some West Indies cruises are $200 for 16 days. Others are longer and cost in proportion. Mediterra nean cruises are as low as $545 for 39 days. Tbe American Exprbss can help you to decide and save you trouble and expense. Cruising is keen pleasure— the most popular way to travel in winter. American Express travel experts can save yon the bothersome worriesof picking out itineraries, comparing the ships, prices, ar ranging passports, visas, etc. Be cause of their wide experience, they can make many useful sug gestions—things to know and do before leaving and while enroute. And there is no charge for this service and advice. You will get mote oat of die trip by planning ahead. Send for the "Catalogue of winter cruises, " study it at your leisure, find the trips you like and talk over die details in our office, American express Travel ^Department 70 A East Randolph Street Harrison 9700 Chicago, 111. Always Carry American Express Travelers Cheques ways has something new and fascinat' ing to show in its displays, even if one goes past them every day. Yesterday in one of my excursions I discovered dozens of small shops and many win dows that I had never noticed before. There is one large firm called Mouna Katorza whose windows always arrest the attention of the passer-by, as they have everything from handsome coats, evening wraps, shawls, furs, jewelry and all the desirable accessories. Among all this outlay of splendor and conglomeration I discovered a new kind of flower from any I had seen, a large pliable one in the shape of a lily — or an orchid, I couldn't decide which, and made entirely of sequins, both silver and gold. These worn with a gown trimmed in sequins would be most effective. It seems these days that the poor working girl just hasn't a chance, what with the high cost of living, and all the dingle dangles that are necessary to keep abreast of the fashionables. It may be that women's actual clothing is getting less and less, but their require ments are really staggering when it comes to the number of bracelets, pins, necklaces, earrings, flowers, feathers and frippery that they simply must have in order to keep up with the Mrs. Joneses. Why you might just as well go to the opera in a negligee, or be seen in public without a dress on as to ap pear without the customary number of decorations, — and the proper amount of lipstick! — MARGARET J. PUSSEY. Newsprint The Newsftafier Profession! NEWSPAPERMEN men, cynical about almost everything and everybody, really take themselves very seriously. Ask any of them what they think of a public speech on any old topic and they will reply "bunk." But when the speaker refers to news paper work as a "profession" — the "fourth estate" if you please — they purr just as loudly as any other set of yokels. Newspaper work, locally at least, is not a profession. It is still a game with grown up men, many of them brilliant and all of them educated high above the average by either schooling or experience, playing with blocks. The curse of the modern newspaper is the word "scoop." It is the god be fore which efficiency, readability and constructive accomplishment is sacri ficed. It is a survival of pioneer days, which throttles the genius, aggression and sanity of recruits before they have been with a newspaper long enough to memorize the telephone number. Take the daily newspapers for the past six months and you probably could not find more than half a dozen items important enough to impress them selves on the public mind overnight. If one of the local newspapers had 30 THE CHICAGOAN Yuletide — — sentiment crystal' kses when the true spirit of the Holidays is reflected by intelli' gent discrimination in the selection of flow ers. O ur service typifies just this! ERNST WIENHOEBER COMPANY Ho. 22 East Elm St. Superior 0609 914 7<[o. 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Tense faces, voices booming over the telephone, reporters hoarsely denying incompetence — about what? Probably because the bulldog edition *^>f the opposition paper states that Jones, the shyster lawyer who volun teered to defend Oswald Umph, has withdrawn from the case. In the meantime, news is being shoveled into the columns in about as interesting a display as the Congres sional Record would give it. Impor tant items are killed off in two para graphs, because the other paper has the facts also. Other important items are cut down to little because the com peting paper carried the first flash on the story in its edition sold on the street to home-going scrubwomen and work-going milkmen. Stories of slight interest and importance are "blown up" because there is a chance they are "exclusive." Reporters play the game. They know a "scoop" means a pat on the back but being "scooped" may mean being fired. So for self protection, they work in droves or relays, checking up with each other to avoid scooping or being scooped. On the beats, they organize so that while one does the work, the rest can play cards or gas. In ten years, they have lost most of their capacity for work through loaf ing and when they are let out for lazi' ness, announce dramatically "the game burned me out." In the meantime, editions of the Herald-Examiner litter the floor at the Tribune; editions of the Tribune litter the floor at the Herald-Examiner. Pal sied hands grasp every new edition of the American in the News office, and at the American, every new edition of the News is seized upon by all hands. The reader be damned. It's a game. Newspaper work has been likened to a college education. It gives those engaged in it a peep behind the cur tain into every phase of life. It gives them everything but a sense of humor when viewing themselves. — EZRA. Chicagoans... A New Place to Buy Unusual CHRISTMAS GIFTS Swedish Arts & Crafts Co. Orrefors Glassware Silver Faience Pewter Hand Woven Rugs Tapestries Lace and Other Works of Handicraft Swedish Arts & Crafts Co. 163 EAST OHIO ST. Just East of Michigan CHICAGO, ILLINOIS ill iiiuniiinc Importers of selected new models from the leading French houses . . . and designers of smart ready to wear dresses. 6 H. Michigan Ave. Chicago, III. Come to & $tt of &toeben For your next Luncheon, Afternoon Tea or Dinner Special Swedish Foods for Christmas week. Parties a Specialty ion Rush St. - Del. 45?8 OPEN EVENINGS UNTIL 9 O'CLOCK THE CHICAGOAN 31 Art Fatal Emancipation THAT an apple may be so happily rendered that it becomes of more consequence artistically than a Ma- dona is a viewpoint which I hasten to accept after seeing the Negro Exhibi tion of painting and sculpture at the Art Institute. Inadvertedly, so it seems, this exhibition was made to shoulder a serious drawback. It is too inclusive. If it had confined itself to the material gathered in the heart of the darkest Africa it would be of great artistic interest. This truly native art gives an indication that a banana may be at least as interesting artistically as an apple. But the ladies who sponsored this exhibition invested it with the im maculate conception of making it a vehicle of emancipation. As such, it is decidedly in reverse English. If this emancipation idea as con ceived with the idea of bringing the Negro back to the fountain head of his native inspiration, the comparison in vited has accomplished its purpose. The preface to the catalogue, however, would lead us to believe otherwise. This art, we are told, is displayed so as to make us appreciate the progres sive mental evolution of the American Negro. This artistic emancipating impulse which has been brought to bear upon the Negro gives this exhibition such a bad flavour that the real artistic vital ity which the primitive section has to offer becomes sublimated by the degen erated inflection which so-called civil ization has inflicted upon the great na tive talents of the Negro. The native utensils and weapons show a rare abil- LEAVE IT TO THE YOUNGER CROWD TO KNOW THE BEST! .T is characteristic of this younger set to settle the cigarette question exactly as they settle their hard -fought games — on the sporting principle of "may the hest win!" ATI M A A few cents more — for the best that money can buy! LIGGETT tr MYERS TOBACCO CO. Club Exclusive Russian Restaurant Decorated by Nikolay Kaissaroff George Stcherbans Orchestra ENTERTAINMENT "Chauve Souris" Style Russian-French Cuisine LUNCH— DINNER— SUPPER 403 So. Wabash Ave. Wab. 2452-2497 Spend Sunday Evening in ORCHESTRA HALL 216 S. Michigan Avenue at the famous ^nnuan tunuua Cillub Great Speakers: Harry E. Fosdick Wilfred T. Grenfell Stephen S. Wise I Ienry Van Dyke "Ralph Conner" Hugh Black CHOIR OF /oo- SOLOISTS ORGAN - SPECIALITIES - PIANO MAIN MEETING I P. M. ORGAN RECITAL 7:40 SONG SERVICE 7:00 32 TWE CHICAGOAN For Those Who Don't Believe in Santa Chxus THE CHICAGOAN Not that this magazine objects to Santa out of a tart and derisive cynicism — as a matter of science, falsely so called. Santa does splendidly for toys and trinkets, for picture books, and sox, and old'fashioned neckties. But the "old fellow is apt to be a bit conservative, a trifle backward, and a good deal out of the cen ter of things. He hasn't the zest or the energy to keep up with this dynamic town. Night clubs bore him. Theatres send him off to sleep. Galleries make his feet hurt. New books give him a head' ache. For sprightly, knowing, and timely comment on the Chicago scene, wittily and intelligently re" ported we are skeptical of Santa Claus. We are not skeptical of TI4E CUICAGOAN Issue after issue it goes on presenting the city as seen through its cleverest artists and writers, — its vigor and its beauty, fury and folly. The magazine can be sent as a year long Christmas present. A years subscription for your alert friend who will enjoy such comment. A year's reminder of the alert and intelligent sender. The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn St. Chicago, 111. Send "The Chicagoan" one year $3.00 — two years $5.00. Name Address. City .State. ity in poetic interpretation and adapta tion of decorative forms. Some of the designs developed are fully on par with those of classical origin. Their poesy and feeling bespeak mentalities that were far from foreign to naive and natural expression of beauty. The de signs are indigenous both to their local ity and their apparent purpose. On the surface they may seem unintelligi- ble to the Caucasian viewpoint; but traced a little deeper into their reflexes they depict an esthetic appreciation which the mannerisms of academicians will never be able to approach. After all, art is a free expression of the human consciousness. It is so sim ple that it is obvious; and being ob vious we must needs make it difficult in order to prove to the Babbitts that it is important. We take truth, just plain everyday truth, and prepare it for burial with the cithron of theori2;ation, whereafter we enbalm it in unending lengths of technique. The spirit is ut terly unimportant. Why bother about it? A cadaver with a vestige of spirit in it cannot be prepared so as to be come intellectually digestible. If art did not resolve itself into just form it would be such obvious art that every body might understand. This would be anarchy. The intelligentsia would have cold shivers down the spine. They would be under the immediate necessity of inventing a new set of mysterious fetishes. As it is, the Negro Art Exhibition at the Art Institute is highly educative. It is an incongruous mixture of the quick and the dead. If there is that in true art which lives forever, then the native exhibit illustrates just that point. It enables me to understand the Negro better; to feel sorry for what he has lost. There was only one remaining evi dence that at least part of the fine imaginative quality of the Negro soul has survived what we have done to him. That is the song. Somewhere, in that incongruous mixture of a primi tive attempting to acclimate itself to an industrial existence entirely foreign to his being, there is hid an incompar able lyre which vibrates to the tunes of the free winds of the African veldt. Only in music do we allow the Negro to possess his own soul in peace. Thus far, he is the greatest contributor to the really great music of America. That too, is passing away. The Negro is becoming — enmancipated! — OSKAR J. W. HANSEN. DAVID WARFIELD Take care of your voice smoke LUCKIES" 66 It's toasted No Throat Irritation-No Cough.