fl I I « ITUATED directly on the ocean front, the 500-room magnificent Hollywood Beach Ho- tel is the finest and largest in Florida. Completed at a cost of $3,000,000, of fireproof construc tion, it is unsurpassed in furnish' inss and service. The Gulf Stream, closer to Holly wood Beach than any other along the Florida Coast, keeps the surf at an even temperature. In Janu ary it is 72 degrees. The bathing casino contains 800 private dressing rooms. A fine 18-hole course pro vides every facility for golf dev otees. Rates at the Hollywood Beach Hotel: $10 to $1? a day for one in a room; $20 to $30 for two. (American Plan.) HOLLYWOOD BEACH HOTEL Rates of other Hollywood-by-the-Sea hotels under the same management are as follows: Hollywood Hills Inn: $8 a day for one fa^-v- room; $12.50 for two (American Plan>i -~p Par\ View Hotel: $8 a day for one-/in - room; $12.50 for two (Americans-Plan) Great Southern: $1.50 to $3 a day/for' one in a room; $4.50 to $6 for two (Eyr^pean Plan) HOLLYWOOD BY THE SEA* Holly w o o d, Florida There is a truly delightful atmosphere about this beautiful hotel. Varied rec reations — dancing to the strains of a re nowned orchestra — musical recitals, song symphonies — motoring — tennis — horse back riding — fishing — canoeing — motor boating. 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. 9 — For the Fortnight ending January 28. (On Sale January 14.) Entered as second-class matter at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUECUICAGOAN Ye Host Waxeth Genial — and most hosts do when they point with w.k. pride to their Grandfather's Clock. They're so wonderfully magnificent and mas' sive ' - ' so well adapted to modern home decoration - <• ' so terribly expensive looking ' ' ' and yet they re not at all expensive. RevelFs feature the Grandfather Clock illustrated - - - with a solid mahogany case ' ' *¦ height 80 inches (figure that out in feet), 17 inches wide and 11 inches deep. It has an 8-day movement .' - ' strikes the hour and the half hour in deep, mellow tones. A value worth seeing at ' * * $8900 The Same Clock with Rod Chime Movement at #145.00 "The Home Should Come First" BEVELL'S at WABASH and ADAMS 2 TUECUICAGOAN Intimate Chicago Views Mr. Stevens Absent-mindedly heaves the Office of the Stevens {3000 Rooms) Without a Guide TUE CUICAGOAN 3 OCCASIONS AUTOMOBILE SHOW— Beginning Janu ary 28 at the Coliseum. General Motors display at the Stevens and special Cadillac exhibit at the Drake and Shoreland hotels. GROUND HOG DAY— February 2. Feb. 2-9 impassioned denial of Ground Hog Day by an irate weather bureau. CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— Continuing with the winter season. Evenings, Satur day and Sunday matinee. Call Harrison 1240. CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA — The thirtyseventh year. Regular on Friday (Matinee) and Saturday (Eve ning). Call Harrison 0362 for mid' week programs. SKI MEET— Annual contests of Norge Ski club at Carey, 111., Jan. 15. ICE HOCKEY— Chicago Blackhawks open two weeks home appearances at the Coli- seum Jan. 1 5 against Pittsburgh. STAGE Comedy, Musical CRISS CROSS— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. Fred Stone and the charming Dorothy Stone in an extrava ganza well designed to show off father and daughter, but enfeebled by a poor libretto. Evenings 8:15. Wed. and Sat. 2:15. See page 19. HIT THE DECK— Woods, 54 West Ran dolph. State 8567. Diminutive Queenie Smith and the expansive Trixie Friganza in a joyous evening made loud and merry by the fresh cracks of salty sailors. "Hal* leluja," a first magnitude song hit. Eve nings 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 3:30. A HICHT IH SPAIN— Four Cohans. 1 19 North Clark. Central 8240. ' Phil Baker, Marion Harris, Ted Healy, and 100 nymphs including the undulating Ger trude Hoffman girls and their middle- dance. Gay and eye filling. Curtain 8:20. Mat. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. JUST FANCY— Olympic, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A lively stage piece, well spoken of and new to this town. With Raymond Hitchcock, Ivy Sawyer, Joe Santley, Eric Blore, Mrs. Whiffen, and H. R. Smith. To be re viewed in a later issue. THE DESERT SONG— Great Northern, 21 Quincy. Central 8240. An extremely melodious rendition of Sigmund Rom berg's fine and moving lyrics. 100 voices.. The best singing in town. Evenings 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama BROADWAY— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. The. human emo tions played upon in a night club setting to make an excellent dramatic piece well concieved and superbly done. Closing soon. Evenings 8:15. Sat. and Thurs. 2:15. Next PEGGY AW a musical show. THE CONSTANT WIFE— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 1880. Ethel Barrymore in a study of modes and morals which might as well have been called The Consistent Wife. Reviewed lovingly on page 19. Evenings 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. TWO GIRLS WANTED— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A com edy of the working girl, and pretty good comedy. Reviewed on page 19. Eve nings 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Harrison 6510. Shakespere presents as bawdy a piece and as humorous a one as we have seen for some time. Mrs. Fiske, Otis Skinner, and Henrietta Crosman triple-star the cast. Reviewed scrupulously on page 19. 8:15; 2:15. Wed. and Sat. Coming EARL CARROLL'S VANITIES. IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE— Princess, 3 19 South Clark. Central 8240. A com edy-drama with no stars forecast. To be reviewed. THE SQUALL— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. The wind, hail, thunder, lightening, and tempest of passion with barometers falling and blood pressures ris ing all over the playhouse. Reviewed also on page 19. Evenings 8:15. Wed. and Sat. 2:15. BEHOLD THIS DREAMER— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. A so-so thing, excellent in spots. Reviewed on page 19. 8:15 and 2:15. THE MASK AND THE FACE— Goodman Art Theatre, Lakefront at Monroe. Cen tral 7085. An English hit of several seasons past wherein the Goodman play ers present a satiric comedy. Evenings 8:15. Mat. Fri. 2:15. CINEMA UNITED ARTISTS— Dearborn at Ran dolph — D o u g 1 a~s Fairbanks in The Gaucho, splendidly accompanied, until further notice. Go. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— The Shep herd of the Hills, suitably picturized, con tinuous and indefinitely. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— Love, Greta Garbo and John Gilbert muggily syn thesizing Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina," un til Jan. 23. Then, The Private Life of Helen of Troy until further notice. Con tinuous, indefinitely and entertainingly. Attend. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — "Woman Wise, Jan. 16-23, then Sharp Shooters for seven days, both unknowns in a thea tre where mysteries have been affording pleasant surprises. -A good risk. GARRICK— 64 W. Randolph— The Jazz Singer, Jolson without the Dodge Broth ers hookup and better, twice daily and worth it. ¦ See — and hear. CHICAGO — State at Lake — The Serenade, Adolphe Menjou's semi-occasional and priceless appearance, Jan, 16-22. The Noose, Jan. 23-29. With acts and things. ORIENTAL— 20 W. Randolph— A Texas Steer, Mr. Will Rogers, Jan. 16-22. Baby Mine, second or third edition, Jan. 23-29. With Paul Ash. TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Har. 4300. For a generation a Chicago standard of impeccable innkeep- ing. Irving Margraffs string quintet. Headwaiter, the able August Dittrich. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. Gracious in a long tradition of Palmer hospitality. The Palmer House Symphony Orchestra in the Empire room. The headwaiter, M. Mutchler. STEVENS— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A huge hotel deftly fitted to the niceties of individual attention. Gal- lechio presides over the musicians. Stalder over the waiters. CONGRESS— Congress at Michigan. Har rison 3800. A Chicago show place, glittering, wise, and gay. Johnny Hemp's band in the Balloon Room where Ray Barrec is headwaiter. And the parade of Peacock Alley. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 403 South Wabash. Wabash 2497. Russian, new, smart, and well patronized by those people whose names are news. Kinsky is chief servitor. Music and floor show. Dancing. CLUB MIRADOR— 22 East Adams. Dear born 4683. A gay night place despite the recent doldrums in Chicago night life. Big race and roulette men relax here occasionally. Johnny Itta is all-night chief of waiters. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. A nice 'InBhjr <* -rs 4 TUECUICAGOAN place with good food and nice people. Mr. Brown leads the serving men. BAL TABARIN— Also Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. Floor show, dancing, and so on with prominent guests and well- heeled sundodgers for a quietly merry audience. Headwaiter, Dick Reed. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHQLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Wabash 0770. The stately victuals of Albion luciously served. Mutton chops here reach the highest ultimate. BLACKHAWK RESTAURANT — 139 North Wabash. Dearborn 6260 (for reservations). Dining and dancing, principally dancing, to the melodious Coon-Sanders bandsmen. Ted Van Scuyver over the tables. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. The choice tavern of suave and wealthy Goldcoasters. One of the very best. John Birgh is headwaiter. THE DRAKE — Michigan Avenue at Lake Shore Drive. Superior 2200. A celebrities' stopping place, genial, smart, and popular. Dancing to the smooth melodies of Bobby Meeker. Eating in the main dining room under the attentive eye of Peter Ferris. L'AIGLON— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. An affable and excellent French restaurant in new and dandy quarters. Private dining rooms. Open until 1 a. m. The solicitous "Tubby" Majerus presides over tables. Notable food. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. Ade quate food, excellent music, respectable surroundings, and nice people. Gus Edwards' orchestra. Vince Laczko at the tables. SUNSET7-35th and Calumet. Douglas 1074. Still sealed by the G — boys. Helas! MIDHIGHT FROLICS— Wabash at 22nd. Calumet 4199. A most waggish club with dining, dancing, and entertainment until breakfast. Ralph Williams' band. The extremely competent Johnny (Blond) Griffin sees to patrons at the food board. THE REX — State at 22nd. Sometimes closed, sometimes open. Hard but happy! CLUB ANSONIA— Chicago Avenue at Michigan. Superior 0654. Mike Fritzl, veteran night maestro who discovered Gilda Gray, still' searching them out. Dining, dancing, and floor show. Good place. Bill Krantz plays music until 6 a. m. Call the headwaiter Harry Parker. CHEZ PIERRE— Ontario and Fairbanks court. Superior 1347. A merry and Bohemian refuge against the night air. Nice customers, good fun. Earl Hoff man's band. Paul Hosang's service. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. An ear-splitting clamor THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS The Houseman's Burden, by Elise Seeds Cover Intimate Chicago View, by Burton Browne Page 2 Eyefare of the Moment 3 Eatinerary 4 Topics of the Town, by Martin J. ifcutgley 5 Do You Know Your Chicago? 6 Chicago Russe 7 If I May Say So, by Gene Markey. ... 8 Bungalow Life in Chicago, by Caroline S. Krum 9 An All'American Night Club 10 So You've Been to Paris, by Samuel Putnam • 1 1 The Bike Race, by Aladjalov 12 The Village of Riverside, by Dick Smith 13 The First 100 Limousines 15 Blue Book of Low Licenses 16 Mrs. Samuel Insull, by Genevieve Forbes-Herrick 17 "The Constant Wife," by Carreno 18 The Stage, by Charles Collins 19 The Cinema, by W. R. Weaver. 21 Contract Bridge, by Horace Wylie .... 22 Books, by Susan Wilbur 23 Sports, by Joseph Dugan 24 Music, by Robert Pollak 25 The Chicagoman, by Edward Grossfeld 29 The Chicagoenne, by Edna Cory 27 Journalistic Journeys, by Meyer Levin . . 26 Art, by Oskar J. W. Hansen. 30 all night. The loudest — though harm less — place in the city. Everybody makes whoopee. Johnny Akeley heads the dusky servants. RAINBO GARDEN— Clark at Lawrence. Ardmore 3700. Dining, dancing, Hi-Li and whoopee. RADIO Sunday Don Vorhees Concert band, WMAQ, 3 to 4 p. m. Trianon orchestra, WMBB, 3 to 6 p. m. Colliers' radio hpur, KYW, 7:15 to 8:15 p. m. Atwater Kent Concert, WGN, 8:18 to 9:15 p. m. Monday General Motors Family Party, WGN, 8:30 to 9:30 p. m. Musical Album, WMAQ, 8 to 9 p. m. Tubsday Everready Hour, WGN, 8:15 to 9:15 p. m. Stromberg Carlson Orchestra, KYW, 7 to 8 p. m. Wednesday Jack Chapman's orchestra, WQJ, 6:30 p. m. German Theater players, WHFC, 9 to 10 p. m. Famous Composers, WMAQ, 8 to 9 p. m. Thursday Cliquot Club Eskimos, WGN, 8 to 9 p. m. Chicago Civic Opera, KYW, WEBH, WENR, WGN and WMAQ, 9 to 10 p. m. Friday Oriental Male Quartet, WLS, 7:30 to 8 p. m. Maxwell House Hour, KYW, 8 to 9 p. m. Little Symphony of Chicago, WLS, 8 to 9 p. m. Paul Ash and His Gang, WGN, 8:30 to 9 p. m. Ozone Club, WGES, 9 to 2 p. m. Cap'n Kidd, WMAQ, 9 to 10 p. m. Show Boat, WLS, 10 to 11 p. m. Saturday Jack Chapman's and Stevens Hotel Orches tras, WMAQ, 6:30 to 8 p. m. New York Symphony, Orchestra, KYW, 7 to 8 p. m. Radio Photologue, WMAQ, to 8:30 p. m. Philco Hour, KYW, 8 to 9 p. m. ART ART INSTITUTE— The acid-bitten litho graphs of Tolouse-Lautrec in the C. F. Glore collection. Glover Memorial ex hibition. One man shows by E. M. Henning, C. W. Hawthorne, Boris Ansi- feld, and E. L. Blumenschein. Sculp tured pieces by Alfeo Faggi. ACKERMAN'S — Water color and pastels by Leonard Richmond. English prints and etchings. ANDERSON'S— Paintings and drawings by Everett Shinn. ALMCO GALLERIES— The lampmaker's art in an astonishingly wide scope. Antiques. FIELD MUSEUM— Artifax from different civilizations in a fascinating series of collections. The droll Chinese masques of hell and heaven in Hall 32, second floor, right rear. nbpics of the <Tbu)n T, False Alarum HOSE vigorous advocates of Re form who climb the stairs of the news paper offices lead the Press into many amasing practices. Ranking high among these is the annual agitation against liquor-drinking in public places on New Year's Eve. It is a puwling spectacle to observe an avowed liberal newspaper, such as The Tribune, fomenting a spirit of great timidity among prospective cele brants on New Year's Eve. By rush ing to prohibition officers and de manding what they are going to do about violations, and then in taking these formal edicts to hotel proprietors and club stewards, they succeed fa mously in stirring up a mess which is at least inappropriate to the spirit of the holidays. As far as celebrations taking place in the public eye were concerned, this New Year in Chicago was ushered in under almost funereal auspices. The majority of the clubs, after directorates and stewards got through reading de tails of the year-end agitation pro moted by the newspapers, cancelled the customary New Year's Eve par ties. The. usual events in many of the hotels were called off and in those few places where due respect was shown to the traditions of New Year's Eve the patronage was slight ancd the treasuries showed no complexion of holiday festivity. If, indeed, the lid had been securely fastened down — that would have been quite bad enough. As a matter of fact, however, no great violence was^ either contemplated or done to the customary practices of the day. A vulgar display of bottles was taboo and the festive wine cooler remained in the cupboard, but otherwise a good time was had by all who had not been driven to fireside refuges by the news papers' threat of a volsteadian pogrom. T Suffrage Extended HE Union League Club, possibly reacting to its earliest principles of emancipation, has proclaimed an eman cipation on the subject of its members smoking in the ladies' dining-room. The notice to members: "Upon recommendation of the house committee, the rule prohibiting gentle men from smoking in the ladies' dining-room (fifth floor) is rescinded." This relieves what obviouslv has been a trying situation. Gentlemen dining with ladies at the club have had to sit back with folded hands as they watched the tobacco smoke curl ing toward the ceiling. Now they, too, may smoke, which fact, it may be observed, does indeed seem only fair. Lindbergh Chooses have not heard, and we do not expect to hear, objections— his proper sphere of activity is the air. An eagle com mitted to walk the face of the earth is not an inspiring picture. At any rate, that certain steadfast ness of mind of which Col. Lindbergh has given ample evidence will prob ably cause him to reach his own conclusion with little or no outside help. And our notion is that just as long as Fate and his plane continue to serve him he will stay in the air. T Jai At at HE game of Jai Alai, now visible in Chicago, is described as the fastest game in the world. Those who will trouble themselves to investigate the accompaniment of the game, which is pleasantly identified as a form of "encouragement," will indeed learn that it is a fast one. T, HE question as to whether Col. Lind bergh should continue practicing his trade is rapidly becoming a burning issue. The popular side of the is sue seems to be that he should be lifted, out of the cockpit and en sconced behind a ma hogany desk or upon a lecture platform or at some other point far removed from practi cal indulgence in the profession of his choice. It seems to us, how ever, that Col. Lind bergh being an aviator — and on this point we Rail Travel T, Leap Year HE Twentieth Century Limited and The Broadway Lim ited are said to be two of the world's greatest railroad trains. When the single question of transportation is con sidered — safe, certain and rapid transporta tion — these trains are entitled to this tribute, or a greater one if such happens to be within reach. On plain, fundamental railroad ing they have achieved an altogether satisf ac< tory standard. But when one considers what is provided 6 TUECUICAGOAN within the cars for the comfort and enjoyment of the traveler he is in clined toward the belief that this feature of the railroad business has not kept pace with the progress of the science of transportation itself. A "good" train and a "poor" train seem to be almost wholly a matter of time-schedules, because the basic ac commodations offered to the passenger vary hardly at all between the one and the other. The coach of George Pullman's original conception remains with us, its principal features Un changed. It is true that they are larger, better made and more finely appointed, but the immediate sur roundings of the passenger continue substantially as of yore. Transporta tion itself has made cyclonic advances but the earliest Pullmans and the latest both afford practically identical berth arrangements. While these were over whelming delights to persons who had traveled the covered wagon routes, we have encountered no record of any current impressions of the kind. We do not know the problems which confront the railroads in their desire to afford comfortable and even luxurious transportation and that is perhaps why we may deal freely with the question. But it does seem to us that a "good" train must one day mean accommodations which shall be radically new and different from those now available; which will supply in some substantial degree those highly desirable features of comfort and pri vacy which the traveler is accustomed to between journeys. Lese Majesty LZ VERY trace of suspicion in the mind of Mr. William Randolph Hearst as to the authenticity of the Mexican expose documents printed by the Hearst newspapers has apparently been erased by the report of Mr. Hearst's own handwriting experts that the documents appear spurious. Here, then ends another betrayal of a pub lisher whose greatness even his enemies do not dispute. The celebrated prosecu tion of the late William J. Fallon, Chicago and New York lawyer, was one of the conspicuous instances of re- Do You Know — Where is this lobby nook? cent date in which a lieutenant of Mr. tjearst led him up a blind and devious alley, along the line of which he very nearly stumbled into a murky abyss. And, strangely enough, it is rumored that the impresario of the Fallon prose cution was again in evidence in the Mexico pseudo expose. T. Accl cciaim HE human instinct to receive the acclaim of one's fellow man is a yearn ing that will not be downed. The reign of democracy has not softened its urge. Whether it be a doorman's — and this colorful alley? hail or a nod from the mighty, the greeting which swells the pride of the recipient is not only welcomed by most men but zealously sought after. An acquaintance of ours reports on the daily fuss that attends the arrival of the Lincoln coupe, Illinois License No. 295, as it brings its owner to No. 7 South Dearborn street. The traffic officers at Dearborn and Madison streets dash from their posts of duty leaving the hurried motorist to make his own decision as to the advisability of running the traffic sig nals. The aged and the lame are allowed to struggle across the inter- Night Club— TUECUICAGOAN 7 — Your Chicago? — and this storied residence? section as best they can. Meanwhile the beaming constabulary draw up in salute as the Lincoln's august person age is deposited upon the sidewalk. Obviously in a pleasant glow he pro ceeds to his office. His secretary prob ably wonders at his early morning good humor. Our casual reporter continues the story: On the morning preceding Christmas Day he chanced to follow the Lincoln coupe from The Drake to Madison street. Every visible member of the department for the maintenance of order received his holi day gratuity handed out over the lowered window of the Lincoln coupe. Largess was spread thickly from Oak street to Madison street. The supply of envelopes seemed inexhaustible. No. 295 has made very certain his morning greeting for 1928. T, Plane Facts HE attention of persons inter ested in advanced transportation is now directed to the fact that several airplane manufacturers are preparing to place on the market planes designed primarily for individual use. The average price is to be about $2,500, which figure includes the plane com plete with many necessary and desir able accessories. One of the manu facturers is making a special effort on the cockpit design. It is not stated that the cockpit will be "by Fleet wood" but it is insisted that in design, arrangement and finish it will correspond to that of the finer motor cars. One of the models already available for inspection shows a handsomely done cockpit finished on the exterior in aluminum and the interior in red leather. Landing lights are suggestive of the familiar motor car headlight and these are conveniently switched on from the driver's seat. Several types of motor installation are available, although only the stand ard engine is supplied at the specified price of approximately $2,500. Manufacturers state that more than a dozen orders have been booked in the Chicago district. Sh owmans hi$ G — Nights OMMERCE is borrowing largely from the theatre. Not so long ago the principles of showmanship were looked at askance by merchant and manufacturer. But now, commerce has not only appropriated from the theatre the principles of showmanship but has left the people of the theatre staring wide-eyed at the broader and more effective use of the tools which they had heretofore considered then- own. It may now be said that a circus approaches the city in a manner that is quiet and unobtrusive as compared with the advent of a new model of a popular motor car. Automotive salesrooms are no longer trading cen ters; the commercial com plexion has been dispelled. An Urbanesque touch is in troduced into the setting; music contributes its quota to the new order. And then there are the larger operations such as the recent radio introduction of the new Dodge car in which not only theatrical methods were used but the play was enacted by a group of lead ing names of the theatre. —MARTIN J. QUIGLEY 8 TMECI4ICAG0AN I F I MAY /AY SO Everybody Loves to Look Beautiful THIS business of drawing carica tures is not what it's cracked up to be. Perhaps it isn't cracked up to be anything, but I, myself, have nearly been cracked up on several occasions by irate gentlemen objecting to my distortion of their faces and waist lines. Ofttimes I have been threat ened by their wives and sweethearts — for women take these things very much to heart — but, fortunately, no victim's wife and sweetheart have ever ambushed me at the same mo ment. The complaint rarely varies: "Why, (fill in subject's name) doesn't look like that!" "He hasn't such a large (or small) nose!" "You've made him look fat!" Etc. After more than half a century (so it seems) of drawing caricatures I have come to smile patiently under this sort of abuse, for I have learned that nobody believes he looks like his caricature. Everyone expects a drawing of him self to resemble John Barrymore, by Harrison Fisher. You can't always do it. It is extremely difficult, for ex ample, to make Mayor Thompson look like John Barrymore. Mayor Thomp son looks more like King George III of England — though it will probably kill him when he finds out. I shouldn't be surprised if, discovering the like ness, he orders a red beard put on George Ill's pan, in all the history books. The way of the caricaturist is hard. Time was when the. way of the trans gressor was hard — but no more. Trans gressors nowadays have a pretty soft time of it, what with writs of habeas corpus, mammy-song juries and swing ing doors on the jails. Moreover, the works of the transgressor appear on the first page, whereas the works of the caricaturist seldom appear on any thing better than the book-page. No body loves a caricaturist. You never hear of people raising a monument to a caricaturist. The most they'll raise is an objection. Caricaturists are frowned upon by society at large, and even smaller societies. Caricaturists cannot get rates at hotels. In fact, they cannot even get in some hotels. There are two hotels on the north side that will take dogs and actors, but draw the line at caricaturists. However, I suppose caricaturists are used to having the line drawn. Life is not a bed of roses for them. It is not even a Simmons bed. If it is, I have never seen a caricaturist's photo graph and testimonial in the Simmons Bed Company advertisements. Three of the great caricaturists are forced to live in exile: Max Beerbohm at Rapallo, Italy; Ralph Barton and Miguel Covarrubias, in Paris. I often think of the suffering those poor boys undergo in the name of art. Some times I think of going into exile my self, but it's so expensive. I have made it a steadfast rule never (or, hardly ever) to draw caricatures of women. Otherwise I should prob- Wlll ably not be alive today to tell the tale. (And what of it? you ask. Well, that is a hard one to answer.) A great many funny-looking men know that they are funny-looking and admit it, but I have never met a funny-looking woman who honestly believed there was anything — much — wrong with her face. Once in a while you meet a women who acknowledges that she isn't an Atlantic City prize-winner, but she is always hoping somebody will argue with her. Actresses, in particu lar, resent caricatures. I have only known one actress who didn't — and she was engaged to Covarrubias. Every little while an enraged male objects to a caricature of himself. The most serious objections I ever encoun tered were from Joseph Hergesheimer, the fellow who writes those novels, and M. Letellier, the fellow who owns all the newspapers in France. Mr. Hergesheimer has protested because my caricatures are not good likenesses, and M. Letellier has protested because they are. I shall never forget the day M. Letellier, who is neither an amiable nor a beautiful man, threatened to have me guillotined and thrown in the Seine, for drawing a picture of him on the back of a menu. I was only fooling, but he wasn't. And he's the sort of serious-minded capitalist who carries two gunmen in his entourage at all times. Oddly enough, too, he carries a caricaturist. And the best one in France. His name is Sem. Which is rather ironic, for a gent who doesn't enjoy caricatures of him self. But perhaps there is a clause in Sem's contract specifying that he can draw pictures of everybody except M. Letellier. The following communication from Commodore Ernest Byfield, a carica ture of whom appeared in this depart ment a fortnight ago, will give the reader (or, if there are two, readers) a rough idea of the abuse that is con stantly being flung at caricaturists: "In all of your drawings there's a certain something that reminds me of Belcher. One can detect in you the echo of his genius. Soon, I am sure, they will be hailing you as the young Belcher. But don't be discouraged by these first failures of yours. Keep on, my boy; some day your drawings will be hung. And so will you, or State's Attorney is no pal of mine. Not that I am irritated by the little etching of me as a Palmolive prospect, in the last Chicagoan. Oh, no! Sing hey ho, and a hey nonny no! I'm just humming with pleasure about it. I'm only sorry that it came out so late. I could have sent it around for a Christmas card. "And where do you get that Com modore stuff? From my famous sta tionary yacht, the two-time 'Joseph ine?' Or perhaps you were referring to the 'Flying Fish,' the speed boat we kept in Lincoln Park two years ago. No, not in the aquarium! It got to sinking toward the end of the season, and the only way we could find it was to keep a red buoy tied to it. "Getting back to that caricature. I'm coming to call on you in Evanston TUt CHICAGOAN 9 Chicago men MR. LORADO TAFT Continues to Behold a Vision of Chicago, the City Beautiful Bungalow Life in Chicago Extremely Eminent Domain next week. There'll be eight of us with clubs." Etc., etc. There you are. No appreciation of art. How different are the Byfields, Hergesheimers and Letelliers from good old Raymond Hitchcock. Mr. Hitchcock has always been considered a more or less handsome man, but he never allowed his vanity to interfere with the progress of art. It is said of him that he has never struck a woman or a caricaturist in his life. Before he left New York with "Just Fancy" (now playing here at the Olympic, matinees Wednesday and Saturday) I asked him if I could make a caricature of him, and he said, cer tainly — provided I didn't make it look like Ed Wynn. So, to forestall any possibility of that, he drew one of him self. And here it is. Just an impres sionistic study, but a pretty thing, withal. Nevertheless, I hope Hitchy will not quit the stage to take up cari caturing as a career. It's a dog's life. — GENE MARKEY. FEW things rile a loyal citizen of Chicago more than the intimation that our Gotham neighbors "have it on us" in any way, shape or manner. Business, bootlegging, building and bunk are just as advanced here as in New York, the 1. c. C. will tell you with pride. And he will put a "big" before any one or all the items men tioned, if urged (or, for that matter, if not) . But New York has given us the slip in one particular, and that is in put ting up chic dwelling places on the very tip-tops of their buildings. "Pent houses," these lofty abodes are called in the East, despite the fact that the meaning of penthouse, according to Messrs. Funk and Wagnalls, is, archi tecturally speaking, "a structure in the form of a shed or roof with a single slope affixed by its upper edge to the wall of a building." However, a Chi cago architect tells me that in his trade, the term is used for the eleva tor housing on top of a skyscraper, — and so the evolution of the pent house, as New York knows it, with human beings substituted for lifts, is obviously simple. Be that as it may, it's a smart little name for a smart little city residence, and in time, perhaps, all other defini tions in the dictionaries will be brack eted "obs." to be used only by the next generation of cross word puzzle addicts. I don't know that those two nomadic Chica- goans, Mr. and Mrs. J. Allen Haines, are en- entirely responsi ble for the grow ing demand for penthouses in this neck o' the woods, but I do know that soon after they .betook themselves and their lares and penates to such an abode in New York, and made it as charming as the talented Mrs. Haines knows how — which is some charming — sim ilar edifices began to blossom here, so that now there are several in our city of towers. John Hertz has one of those recently completed in Chicago, that atop the new Ambassador East Hotel, and it's a delight to the eye. One of his friends moving into the Ambassador East, on a lower floor, asked Mr. Hertz if his prize steed, Anita Peabody (winner of the Belmont Futurity), were to live up there with the rest of the family, and demanded to know if she planned to ride up and down in the passenger elevators. Certianly the Hertz estab lishment is spacious and hospitable enough for her, but it seems the lady in the case prefers other quarters. The Skyline Club, which opened its doors something over a year ago, chose the roof of the Bell Building for its roots, and the beaux of the town who are members of the club, as well as their friends, are ecstatic over the view, the situation, the furnishings, and the delicious food served there at lunch eon and dinner time. The luncheon hour is reserved for "the boys," but in the evening the belles of the town are welcomed and feted. Another masculine club, yclept The Tavern, is soon to be housed high in the air looking out over the world from the top of the building known as "Three-Thirty -Three- North - Michigan- Avenue." Just when the house- warming will take place is not yet known, but it promises to be one of the cheery events of the not too distant ' fu ture, for the work at Three- Thirty - Three is going on apace. Karleton Hackett is president of The Tavern, while the long list of members includes such well known names as Richard Henry Little, Joseph T. Ryer- 10 THE CHICAGOAN son, Bud Boyden, James Weber Linn, John Root, Giorgio Polacco, Ernest By- field, Ted Shaw, John Wentworth, John Holabird and our own Gene Markey. The George Woodruffs have already spoken for the house that is to occupy the roof of the twenty-five-storied apartment building soon to sprout on the site of the old Victor Lawson resi dence, and I understand that they plan to do themselves proud. Four feet of black earth will be carried up to make a garden about the house, and I have it on good authority that there are to be oaks and elms planted there for summer shade. Rare plants and flow ers are to grow in the garden, and a swimming pool is to be constructed for the pleasure of guests aquatically in clined. Over east of the Drive, George Knutson is already settled in a pleas ant bachelor apartment at the top of the De Witt Hotel. He has a series of rooms, delightfully furnished, with a little walled garden out to the east where cool breezes blow even on the most sultry nights. (Another attrac tion of the house is the piano and shin ing set of drum and traps — Mr. Knut son is not only a capital host, but a skilled performer on the traps, and if you're really interested, he'll always oblige with a selection while you sip your after-dinner coffee.) Another Chicago man who has been enjoying looking down on his fellow citizens from a high altitude is Byron Harvey. He took the bungalow on top of 936 Lake Shore Drive for the winter, and I'm told that he's found it a thoroughly satisfactory pied a terre during the whirl of the season. — CAROLINE S. KRUM. — GONFAL. Twinkle Twinkle An Ail-American Place BACK in the great lost days when Mr. 'Banion (deceased intestate) was yet busying himself purveying the daily press, and Mr. Capone was still an anti-prohibitionist and a staunch defender of the working girl — back in those days, a cafe opened its portals on West Madison street. It was known as The Star and its career was as bril liant as it was short. It infested a corner above a Greek vegetable shop and, in spite of the Army's evening harangue on the same corner, managed to exist. Johnnie Reed was manager of this emporium of delight, a blend of suave manners obtained in employ of Big Jim Colosimo, and of native Irish clever ness. Johnnie could always furnish the necessary "company," and cab drivers were paid two bits a head for guiding patrons to The Star. John's special pride was the enter tainment. Five young men dressed in overalls and giant straw hats furnished the jazz for dancing, and several ladies of different geologic eras provided the song. The overall pianist furnished musical accompaniment for the vocaliz ing gals, and amusement, to the sober est of customers, by expectorating Cli max in a valet de chambre, provided for that purpose by the go-getting Johnnie. The head waiter was an all-Ameri can end from Brown, a gentleman bum capable of short-changing Doubting Thomas himself. One evening an end from the University of Chicago wan dered in to be entertained. Headwait- ing went by the boards until the Stagg- man was tenderly deposited in a Crome Cab by the.all-American. The Chicago lad didn't lust for victory in the first place. Johnnie finally described his ancient Pattis as a "Review" and the leading lady was a pert little thing from K. C. One night she invited the piano player to step down from the musician's dias and take a d good beating for playing one of her songs Adagio when Ballade of B 39 and 40 Modified "There is little or no pure alcohol in Chicago. Most of the available beverage is redistilled from the government denatured alcohols called, from their formulae, B 39 and 40 Modified." — Press. Ho Gallants, warm with loud and purple wine Whose waggish catch surmounts the tap-room din, Mottled and meaty bravos: Health to thine And all thy kind, and every honest inn! — (Ten thousand Kansas farmers wryly grin Ten thousand female clubs are horrified) — I raise my glass and pledge you deep within B 39 or 40 Modified! Be yours the fruit of barley or the vine And all the juices strange alembics win From seed and berry, sown by plan divine (So Omar bawled with loose and liquorous chin) Here's to the nimble brain and nimbler shin Ho, Gallants, tilt your goblets deep and wide I drink my toast in de-denatured gin B 39 or 40 Modified! Absinthe to Zythum, and along the line Bourbon and Sherry, Scotch and Megthalin, Tokay, Yquem, the names in splendor shine, High then the goblets, 'ere. the dawn begin Yet one more rouse for all the pot-house kin (Villon and Marlowe, tight and glory-eyed Raise ghostly glasses up) A pledge to Sin B 39 or 40 Modified! UEnvoi Prince: If untimely I be gathered in, And of the poisoner's art I shall have died, A bath-tub bumper raise — the toast begin B 39 or 40 Modified! THE CHICAGOAN n she wanted it slow sock. She ruined Johnnie's faith in humanity by rolling one of his friends for $300 and leaving the city right now. Mr. Reed's appreciation of music tended toward the classical, as exempli fied by The Rosary, Fran\ie and Johnny, Mother Machree, Acenn'the' Hole, Just AWearin for You, and Stoc\'0'Lee. He loved a tremolo and regarded his pianist with unfeigned admiration because that worthy had a tremoloing right hand that was all wop vibrato. Whenever a select party graced Mr. Reed's establishment, he would request the iremoloer to do his stuff, and ever and anon, during a dance, he would wiggle his hands ex pressively as a signal. Thus, a red hot tune like Get Hot or T^ew Orleans was apt to sound like Over the Waves with viabrations. Mr. Reed's past business association with the light-hearted sex had been one of graciousness on both sides, and the dear girls gave The Star a heavy play. Entertainers and musicians class these sisters next to the big gas and oil men from Skiatook. Sing but the merest touch of mother and the gals disgorge the shin-plasters. Add a bit of home and babies and they will put you on their mailing list. With such a clien tele, plus the gulls boomed via the taxi- cab employes, the entertainment waxed prosperous. The Star became the alpha centauri for the cafe artists — The Erie, The Rex, 606 North Clark— all bowed to the new meteor. Make a better mousetrap — and the world knew. Dazzling were the nights of joy in The Star. Olympian was the wine and Stockyardsian was the gin. Spaghetti and ravioli were secondary and excel lent. Wine, women and song were enthroned in their proper sphere. But into each life some rain must full — One mad night a famous Titian- haired person from 47th and Vincennes threw a party to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the Mann act. In the midst of the festivities she managed to steer her way toward an ensconed re cess. The window was open and she leaned against it, or rather where it would have been if closed. Newton's law did the rest and the Titian-haired one passed from this life. One never knows! The law scented out the unfortunate event and The Star closed its doors. The management still owes this Cli max-loving pianist $62 in hard-earned wages. — ivories. So You've Been to Paris But Did You Really See It? IT MIGHT, I think, be set down as an apothegm that no Chicagoan ever really sees Paris. He comes; he registers somewhere in the vicinity of the Madeline or the Place de l'Opera, or, possibly, out in the ritzy and Americanized Place de l'Etoile dis trict; he looks up Harry's Bar and sam ples the cocktails there; he saunters down the Grande Boulevards; he shops in the rue de la Paix or the rue Saint- Honore; he registers at the American Express for his mail and, it may be, at the Tribune and Daily T^ews offices, as well; he takes a seeing-Paris-by-night tour, including the wicked, wicked Quartier Latin and all that sort of rot — and it is rot; he attends a more or less doleful session of the Folies Ber- gere; he discovers the Place Pigalle and the Moulin Rouge; he learns to discuss the contrasting merits of Mistinguette and Josephine Baker; he acquires the painful ability to order a beer in French on a boulevard terrasse, etc., etc. But as to seeing Paris And the reason is, he never for a moment stops seeing Chicago. Is he strolling down the boulevard des Ital- iens? Then, it simply can't compare to the little old Boul Mich — just look at those lights; they ought to see Mich igan Avenue at night! He may be sip ping a really dry Martini at Harry's, but — Can't compare to the ones in Jake's place, down — but better not get too personal in the matter of ad dresses. And so it goes. Our alto gether unhypOthetical fellowtownsman never sees Paris for the reason — but we's said that before, haven't we? And so, naturally, never having seen Paris, he never remembers names, locations or anything like that. Like other of his countrymen, Paris, France and all of Europe — all the world out side America, for that matter — are merely put there for his holiday amusement; and he proceeds to "do" them all, regardless, in regulation plus- fours. Just as he resents the fact that the French, weirdly enough, speak French (I have seen, and heard, him resenting it very bitterly) , so he would consider it beneath his dignity to bother about "frog names." After all, there is always a taxi to hop into, and most of the chauffeurs now, since the war, have a smattering of English. Failing this, there is always the personally con ducting guide. To prove my point to my reader's, not my own satisfaction, I submit herewith, for the benefit of any Chi' "No Chicagoan ever really sees Paris- stops seeing Chicago." -because he never for a moment 12 THE CHICAGOAN cagoan who, the summer past, may have hit the Cook and Baedecker trail, the following timid questionnaire: (1) In what street is Harry's Bar? (2) What street connects the Ave nue de l'Opera and the Place Ven- dome? (3) What is the address of the American Express, Paris? (4) What is the address of the Chi' cago Tribune, Paris? (5) What is the address of the Chi' cago Daily T^ews, Paris? (6) What streets connect the Made leine and the Place de la Concorde? (7) Name the Grands Boulevards from the Madeleine to Montmartre. (8) What two large department- stores open into the Boulevard Hauss- man? (9) At what station does one arrive, coming from LeHavre? (10) Name the square at each end of this station. (11) In what square is the Arc de Triomphe? (12) What is the name of Josephine Baker's night-club? (13) What famous French actress was featured at the Moulin Rouge last summer? (14) What is the name of the famous melodrama theatre of Paris? (15) Name the two national thea tres. (16) At what theatre is the purest French supposed to be spoken? (17) What is the name of the Paris Delmonico's? (18) What famous cafe faces the Place de l'Opera? (19) What is a bouqiniste? (20) Name the two islands in the Seine near Notre-Dame. (21) What Latin Quarter cafe is the noted hangout of American artists and others, especially others? (22) At the corner of what two principal thoroughfares is this esoteric rendezvous located? (23) What Parisian street is most reminiscent of Michigan Boulevard? (24) Who is the Paris correspond ent of The Chicagoan. Should popular demand be terrific enough, the answers will be supplied in a forthcoming number of The Chi cagoan. A grand prize, consisting of one quart of Veuve Cliquot, '02, is hereby offered to the first young woman, without bobbed hair, who sub mits a complete and correct set of an swers. But she will have to come and get it. Just as a hint, we'll give you the answer to No. 24. It is: We blush. — SAMUEL PUTNAM. Six Day Wonders Candlepower Loofi Astronomy MILES out the glow of the city gilds the prairie sky a smoul dering red. In deep streets this gold becomes the white, electric incandes cence of a hundred signs, the largest of which form pools of mock warmth and sunlight on windy sidewalks, each sign a sun in its own little cosmos, Theatre signs are the great fixed stars of the sign universe. The largest and brightest of the hot bodies, only lately fixed in the Loop heavens, is the United Artists sign. It blazes 120 feet tall, 19J/2 f£et across the top, 14 through the middle, and 16 at the base. The Commonwealth Sign Company, crea tors of the new sun, reports 9,900 bulbs in their luminary. Fifteen-watt bulbs make up the border, 40-watt the letters, and a cluster of 2 5 -watt points for the star. The Oriental theatre boasts of a first magnitude Loop sun, though not as bright as the United Artists'. It stands 120 feet high also, flames with 4,430 socketed bulbs and is 16 feet across its widest equator. Its bulbs average 40 watts each. Lu-mi-nus Signs, Inc., fashioned the Oriental star. The Chicago theatre's sun is young and white hot despite the fact that its chronological age is greater than either of the two larger sidereal bodies. As tronomically speaking, it is a young star, 74 feet tall and 17 across. Its letters are 7 5 -watt bulbs, its border 25; all in all 2,420 lights gleam from its mass. Thousands of smaller solar systems wink and revolve in the Loop cosmos. North and East — presuming earthly di rections to go on with our likeness — mild floodlights band the city night like so many inchoate nebulae. The white faces of stony skyscrapers shine by reflected light, the dead moons of a miniature universe. Revenge I'm going to buy a torture rack Designed for tendon tweezing And practice till I get the knack Of squeezing The too, too lusty hands that they Extend who like to smother My own noncordial hand, and bray "Shake Brother!" — PAUL ERNST. THE CHICAGOAN 13 A HUNDRED sub urban towns encircle Chicago — but only one Riverside. For nearly sixty years, although Time has worked his changes in this" village on the Des Plaines river as elsewhere, River side has held tightly to a personality distinct and un changing. . There is some thing mellow and lasting, in the English manner, about the village, a charm difficult to tag with a name but realized and cherished by all real Riversiders. The hordes sweep west ward, and each year the section just east of the town grows more densely popu lated. To the east there is Berwyn, a lusty young city which builds whole new blocks overnight; and beyond is Cicero, of which every Hearst paper reader knows a lot. So one might think that River side, nine miles west of the Union station, is in danger of annexation. That may occur. Still, I think it will resist Chicago's embraces longer than Evanston does, longer than Oak Park, longer even than Winnetka. For although Riverside is in separably bound to the metropolis from which sprung its first residents and its subsequent substantial fortunes, it despairs of Chicago's politics, school system and general tone. But it does not despair as Oak Park does. That big village, quite metropolitan in itself, rather flirts with Chi cago. But Oak Park is only a quarter century old. River side is silver-haired and has memories. These no old Riv ersider would lose for any material benefits. Still, conditions change. This village, with its winding roads and lovely parks, known to most Chicagoans, has a mixed population today. From Cicero, Berwyn and the great West Side came the Bohemians (racial — Riverside has no Near North Side Bohemians) and the Poles and other non- Anglo-Saxon Americans. They are good thrifty citizens, mostly wealthy enough to build good homes and keep up a front in Riverside, but not after all, according to the Old Timers, filled with "the Riverside Tradition." So while modern apartment buildings crowd in and shadow the great twelve-room frame houses of the seven ties, let us turn to Riverside's history. In 1869, when the post - war prosperity period was still going strong and subdivis ions were much in evidence, the River side Improvement Company, acting un der a special state charter, decided to do something new for its The Village of Riverside " Loveliest of the Plain* THE RIVERSIDE HOTEL, "A SUMPTUOUS PALACE ON THE LOVELY GONDOLA-LADEN DES PLAINES." (FROM AN OLD PRINT) CHICAGO, BURLINGTON AND QUINCY RAILROAD STATION. RIVERSIDE day: to lay out a beautiful and complete village before it sold any lots. The com pany secured 1,600 acres of partly wooded land on the C. B. & Q. and along the Des Plaines river, to the south and west of the city. It was country and beautiful and well located, not far out and with the railroad and Ogden avenue by which to reach Chicago. The company then issued a prospectus which was a bird — a mid- Victorian pea cock with adjectives piled on adverbs, perhaps not unjustifiably at that. They had secured one of the country's most eminent architects, Frederick L. Olmstead, who followed the general plan of New York's Central Park in laying out Riverside. So of the 1,600 acres, 700 were deeded forever as park property, and this made of Riverside a "sylvan dell" as it remains today. The company put in sewer, gas and water mains, paved the winding roads — and they are called "roads" in River side, with such names as "Bloomingbank" — and set out shade trees in the prairie area. And they built the Rustic Bridge to Pic-Nic Island across the Swan Pond! We are told by our grandmammas that swans actually swam there these many years ago, and today old Riversiders will take you to see the pool where the river goes off by itself for a siesta. But there isn't even an ugly duckling apparent. The river, the much maligned Des Plaines, with "water as pure as the air and as clear as crystal," according to the old book, is, alas, today a polluted stream and for years mosquitoes have made their base headquarters in the marshes. But the conditions became unbearable and River siders, led by such energetic sons as George Hughes and Dr. S. S. Fuller, successfully fought the problem, going even to the state legislature for aid. Now the Sanitary District has started to build a sewage treatment plant and a great intercepting sewer, and the river and its chief trib utary, Salt Creek, will be restored. Swans may come back to the same pond; little boys may swim in safety near Char ley Childvers' boat house. In the beginning, then as time is reck oned in Riverside, about the year of our Lord 1870, the fam ilies began to move in. And these sub stantial citizens, pro fessional men, retired merchants and the like, as soon as a sizeable group of them had arrived, be gan to grow less cor dial to newcomers. They wanted River- 14 THE CHICAGOAN I i side to remain small and select and beau tiful. It is a well founded story that for years Riverside quietly spread the news that their vil lage was mosquito- ridden, to frighten out prospective sub urbanites! It worked, but in judgment on them the mosquitoes did come. Riverside's winding roads are famous in song and story. There is the old yarn about the visiting motorists who tried for hours to get out of town and always arrived at the same point on Longcom- mon road. Truck drivers from city stores spend whole days delivering packages in Riverside. Not until 1924 did Riverside obtain free mail delivery. And then it was chiefly because Uncle Sam required that the houses be num bered! House numbers, street markers, things of that sort found no favor with the residents. One gentleman thus ex pressed it : "Those who live in Riverside know where everyone lives, anyhow, and the others we don't care about." Old Riverside is best expressed in its personalities. But few of them re main. During the past year two of the best known have passed to a well earned reward. One was Charles D. Sherman, who was truly the Grand Old Man of Riverside; for years with out end village clerk and assessor and village historian. Mr. Sherman was a G. A. R, member and one of the old est members of the Masonic fraternity in Illinois. He was an institution in Riverside, and everyone loved him. The other who recently left us was Charles Lange, captain of police, man and boy, for forty years in Riverside. I have known many officers of the law, but never one like Captain Charley. He had little concern for records and turned up his nose at modern police methods, both scientific and brutalistic. But somehow, by combining common sense and understanding of the nature of human kind, especially the young, he kept order and his men worked without friction. Until nearly the day of his death, Charley Lange rode his bicycle around Riverside; motorcycles were for young COURTYARD OF THE RIVERSIDE, PATTERNED AFTER CENTRAL PARK. NEW YORK, BY ARCHITECT FREDERICK L. OLMSTEAD. (FROM AN OLD PRINT) men, and you could see what's going on from a bicycle. Captain Lange was always respectful to his superiors — the President of the Village and the Board of Trustees — but he occasionally dif fered with them. For example: One of those highly organized village ordi nances had just been adopted by the board. Someone called in Captain Lange and told him the gist of it. "And you expect me to enforce it, chentlemen?" asked Charley. "To catch all the dogs and cats and put bells on their necks? How am I to do it?" "Ride 'em down on your bicycle," replied some wag. "But cats can climb trees," said Charley, and the law became a dead letter. There are so many old families that I cannot begin to name them all: The Chandlers, the Beaches, the Blayneys, the Kimbarks, the Gages, the Guth- ries and many more. Some of them have moved on to the North Shore, perhaps to that athletic Lake Forest, but a tight little group still remains in Riverside. Many of them return on that famous homecoming day, the Fourth of July. They come to weep a little over old memories and to visit those few "first" families who stayed behind. The Fourth is always completely celebrated. On that day the social gulf which is the river is easily bridged and the folks from Lyons come over to Riverside. Lyons is that well known oasis just south of the river, and after all there is a fine bridge leading to it, and an other footbridge, known as "the back door," which leads through the ever glades (Riverside Lawn). And so Lyons is not inaccessible to congenial Riverside either. Until very recently Riverside had only a few stores — mostly housed in the old Green Block, the first store building erected. Now there are a number of new stores, but most of them follow tradition, and resort not to modern high pressure. But everyone re members these: Jim Castle's hardware, Lies' news depot, Likens' dry goods, Owen's grocery and George Schwitzer's drug store. Riverside is modestly proud of sev eral of its institutions. Of its not un sightly Village Hall, of its grammar school building, and its grammar school progress; of Riverside Golf Club, thirty-five years old, a small first rate club with a strictly limited and selected membership. And of its British and Scottish Old People's homes. Strangely enough, though, the vil lage has no public library. Its literary prestige is held up by J. U. Nicholson, but the "King of the Black Isles" commutes as regularly as his neighbors. For many years, until 1923, River side had only one political party. The usual spring election brought out about twenty-five votes. The old- timers, civic-spirited and serene in their mission, ran the municipality. But the newcomers moved in and some of them shouted: "Taxation without represen tation!" So they organized a new party, and on their second try suc ceeded in capturing four of the seven village board offices. It turned the vil- age upside down for one memorable year, and then the old-timers regained control. But all is no longer serene. Politics has entered the sylvan dell, and politics is a hydra-headed monster- especially opposition politics. The Riverside Improvement Com pany used some of its best phrases on the Riverside Hotel — "a sumptuous palace, on the lovely, gondola-laden Des Plaines." The famous structure still stands, in a decaying but noble mould, but it is no longer a house for guests. Riverside today has no hotel; strangers can pass on or sleep in the railroad station if Station Agent Jar- vis will let them. But in the elegant eighties the hotel was the scene of many a brilliant social THE CHICAGOAN 15 function when Chicago's elite came there for summer parties. Jake Opper has told me. For over thirty years, come rain come shine, Jacob drove the horse cab that met all trains. Today his descendants operate motor taxis. "Why, many a time," Mr. Opper tells it, "Mrs. Potter Palmer herself would come to Riverside — first 'phon ing me, understand — and she would step down carefully from the coach, and I would bow and say: 'Good even- in, Mrs. Palmer,' and she would say, 'A pleasant night, Mr. Opper.' "Then I would escort her to my cab and whisk her away to the hotel, tak ing care that never a bit of mud got on her skirts. Ah, there were ladies in those days, and it was a pleasure to serve them!" Jake, too, belongs to Old Riverside. — DICK SMITH. Transportation Lines Written While Going from Adams Street to Randolph Street During the Rush Period (At Adams Street) — I don't know why these old fogies keep up their yap ping about the Younger Generation. There is nothing at all wrong with us. We young people know how to take care of ourselves perfectly well, and at that I'll bet we aren't any worse than the old people were, who are always raising their hands in horror and wor rying about what we are coming to. I wish they'd lay off us. (At Monroe Street) — To be sure, the Younger Generation are perhaps a bit more free and easy in their attitude toward the conventions than we were, but it hasn't been so many years since I was facing a young man's problems, and I do not find it at all difficult to understand the Younger Generation's motives and to sympathize with them. (At Madison Street) — With the pas sage of the years, however, I am aware of a steadily growing apprehension of what these young people nowadays are coming to. Their lack of respect for tradition, convention and even moral law is thoroughly alarming. In my day we should never have thought of doing the things these young people do today. (At Washington Street) — In fact, the carryings-on of the Younger Gener ation are nothing less than scandalizing. I may not live to see the day, but whether I'm here or not, there's bound to be a crash one of these days. Why, look at those two grandchildren of mine — — JOHN C. EMERY. The First 100 Limousines So That He Who Runs May Read A WHINE of rubber on asphalt. A passing flash of glass and metal. The imperilled citizen, safe on the curb after an impromptu scramble, pauses to adjust his hat and peer after the swooping automobile. "Whew," he breathes, reverently, "just look at that low license number!" Vaguely he senses high, mysterious eminence. It is the nature of auto numbers to be distinguished in inverse ratio to the number of digits displayed in white letters on maroon, the current placque of the great State of Illinois. As a matter of fact, there is nothing mys terious about possessing a modestly fig ured plate. Applications for licenses received before December 10 for the next year are filed in order, but the ap plicant may, if he chooses, stipulate that his number shall be the same as the year previous. Thus a favorite num ber, once acquired, may be in a man's possession for year after year. At the lonely peak of automobile enumeration is the Packard driven by Sidney S. Gorham of La Grange, the Number One. Mr. Gorham is author of the present state licensing law and the first digit is his award. For years now he has claimed it. Number Two is the prerogative of Henry W. Austin of Oak Park. Also a Packard. Num ber Three, a Cadillac driven by Louis L. Emmerson, Secretary of State, swings majestically out of its home garage at Mt. Vernon. Chicago registers first on the list of the first hundred numbers whenever Margret Gardnier McBee's Chevrolet, threads the city's streets and boule vards. The Chewy is Number Four. W. E. C. Clifford of Champaign drives Number Five. Number Ten is the Locomobile driven by Thomas D. Vredenburgh of Springfield. Richard J. Barr of Joliet wheels Number 20, a Buick. And a great American in dustry putts along symbolically behind the front license plate, Number 21, of Henry Paulman's Ford. (Louis L. Em merson, owner of automobile Number 3, favors the triad it seems, for he also owns 23, a Studebaker.) George M. Moulton drives a Franklin, 25. Mrs. Henry Pindell drives a Cadil lac, 50. Samuel A. Ettelson, 51, a Pierce Arrow. Fred Sterling of Rock- ford has due permit to operate a Pack ard under license 84. Florence R. Lowden maintains two Packards, num bers 90 and 99. Various other numbers, enliven the formal list. Many applicants cherish plates which correspond to their street addresses, or plates which set forth such easily remembered eye strains as 25252525. Sidney Smith of Andy Gump and Old Doc Yak fame wheels a yellow Marmon under the Doc's old 16 THE CHICAGOAN number, 348. Silas H. Strawn uses a Paige, 500. Walter A. Strong, a Packard, 1000. Louis E. Gary of Wheaton operates a Packard eupho niously designated 1001. Last year M. R. Durso with plate 1927 rode be hind an apposite and distinguished numeral. This year Charles H. Hig- bee with 1928 succeeds to Mr. Durso's laurels. W. E. Black's Lincoln per mit achieves an advertising slogan. The slogan is 5050. A bright particu lar gem, almost as seductive as Sid ney Gorham's Number One, is the gorgeous maroon and white 1,000,000, a marker borne modestly on a Buick owned by the powerful and influential Chicago Motor Club. Significantly, the first list of 100 shows a considerable duplication of names. Ira C. Copley, of Aurora, ap pears three times as the owner of cars on the distinguished list. Two Pack ards and a Cadillac, 41, 44 and 92, respectively, are listed for Mr. Copley. Florence Lowden holds numbers 90 and 99. Louis L. Emmerson, 3 and 23. Charles M. Hayes, 29 and 47— a* Cunningham and a Cadillac. Calvin Fentress owns 32 and 76 — Packard and Paige, both of Hubbard Woods, Richard J. Barr, of Joliet, has a nice taste in round numbers; his Buick and Packard are 20 and 30 on the list. Mrs. Fred W. Upham owns two Lincolns — 18 and 42. R. A. Cavenaugh chooses to run a Pierce Arrow and a Packard — 46 and 97. In the first hundred cars listed, Packard is the overwhelming favorite. Twenty-two Packards are distinguished by low numbers. Cadillac and Pierce Arrow place eight apiece. Lincoln places seven, Buick and Chrysler 6. Locomobile shows with 3, Cunningham 2, Ford, Chevrolet and Overland stand 2, 1, 1 in the order named. Following is a list of the first hun dred licenses with their holders: 1. Sidney S. Gorham, La Grange, Pack ard. 2. Henry W. Austin, Oak Park, Packard. 3. Louis L. Emmerson, Mt. Vernon, Cadillac. 4. Margaret Gardnier McBee, Chicago, Chevrolet. 5. W. E. C. Clifford, Champaign, Franklin. 6. The St. Nicholas Hotel Co., Spring field, Locomobile. 7. John G. Oglesby, Elkhart, Dodge. 8. Eva T. Gurley, Chicago, Cunningham. 9. Orson K. Tyler, Chicago, Lincoln. 10. Thos. D. Vredenburgh, Springfield, Locomobile. 11. C. H. Markjiam, Chicago, Cadillac. 12. Roy D. Keehn, Chicago, Stutz. 13. Dewitt H. Montgomery, Springfield, Overland. 14. Emily G. Warren, Riverside, Detroit. 15. JEd. J. Brundage, Chicago, Packard. 16. P. J. Lucey, Chicago, Packard. 17. Henry Ben Ward, Mt. Vernon, Chrys ler. 18. Mrs. F. W. Upham, Chicago, Lincoln. 19. John T. McCutcheon, Chicago, Stude baker. 20. Richard J. Barr, Joliet, Buick. 21. Henry Paulman, Chicago, Ford. 22. /. L. Pic\ering, Springfield, Franklin. 23. Louis L. Emmerson, Mt. Vernon, Studebaker. 24. Dan Dinneen, Decatur, Velie. 25. Geo. M. Moulton, Chicago, Franklin. 26. Walter W. Miller. Quincy, Ford. 27. Edward E. O'Heill, Chicago, Pierce Arrow. 28. Dr. X. D. Vedder, Carrollton, Buick. 29. Charles M. Hayes, Chicago, Cunning ham. 30. Richard J. Barr, Joliet, Packard. 31. B. E. Bulpitt, Taylorville, Willys- Knight. 32. Calvin Fentress, H. Woods, Packard. 33. Harriet R. Lyon, Chicago, Packard. 34. Emily Lyon Gary, Chicago, Pierce Ar row. 3?. James McCredie, Aurora, Buick. 36. Oscar A. Mueller, Elgin, Chrysler. 37. F. W. Leach, Chicago, Peerless. 38. Edward C. Waller, Oak Park, Buick. 39. H. C. Williams, Springfield, Chrysler. 40. Lucy Greenhurg, Chicago, Cadillac. 41. Ira C. Copley, Aurora, Packard. 42. Mrs. Fred W. Upham, Chicago, Lin coln. 43. Sheldon Clarl^, Chicago, Packard. 44. Ira C. Copley, Aurora, Packard. 4?. R. M. Eastman, Chicago, Lincoln. 46. R. A. Cavenaugh, Chicago, Pierce Ar row. 47. Charles M. Hayes, Winnetka, Cadillac. 48. W. L. Corns, Chicago, Cadillac. 49. George T. Carhart, Chicago, Chrysler. 50. Mrs. Henry Pindell, Chicago, Cadillac. 51. S. A. Ettelson, Chicago, Pierce Arrow. 52. Carl Meyer, Chicago, Lincoln. 53. Emery T. Ericsson, Chicago, Stearns Knight. 54. Annie Wt'enand, Chicago, Peerless. 55. Gilbert E. Porter, Chicago, Packard. 56. Charles Jietcher. Chicago, Pierce Ar row. 57. H. H. Cleaveland, Rock Island, Buick. 58. Robert E. Gentzel, Chicago, Paige. 59. Louise L. Blac\, Chicago, Packard. 60. Sarah B. Hanecy, Chicago, Nash. 61. Melvin L. Emmerich, Chicago, Loco mobile. 62. Mrs. M. W. Jac^. Streator, Nash. 63. Clyde I. Bac\us, Chicago, Lincoln. 64. A. M. Bur\e, Champaign, Hudson. 65. William H. Arthur, Chicago, Hudson. 66. Edward McWilliams, Chicago, Pack ard. 67. Mrs. S. C. Andrews, Rockford, Pack ard. 68. Dr. S. C. Andrews, Rockford, Packard. 69. Leroy A. Goddard, Chicago, Pierce Arrow. 70. Hoah Fran\lin, Lexington, Paige. 71. B. H. McCann, Bloomington, Hudson. 72. Ben H. Matthews, Chicago, Chrysler. 73. Walter S. Horton, Chicago, Cadillac. 74. W. O. Green, Winnetka, Buick. 75. Dorothy R. Hallowell, Chicago, Paige. 76. Calvin Fentress, H. Woodi, Paige. 77. John Mac^ueen, Kirkland, Marmon. 78. W. L. Taylor, Chicago, Packard. 79. Geo. A. Ogle, Chicago, Pierce Arrow. 80. J. H. Paddock, Springfield, Detroit. 81. Josephine Kennedy, Chicago, Stutz. 82. Mrs. H. H. Kennedy, Chicago, Pierce Arrow. 83. Homer K. Galpin, Chicago, Flint. 84. Fred E. Sterling, Rockford, Packard 85. Fred W. Jenc\s, Elgin, Lincoln. 86. Arthur S. Jac\son, Chicago, Minerva. 87. Thomas J. Hay, Chicago, Chandler. 88. Benj. R. Brown, Chicago, W. St. Claire. 89. George D. Brown, Chicago, Packard. 90. Florence Lowden, Chicago, Packard. 91. John G. De Long, Chicago, Nash. 92. Ira C. Copley, Aurora, Cadillac. 93. H. B. P. Ward, Mt. Vernon, Chrys ler. 95. Robert J. Dunham, Chicago, Nash. 96. Chas. E. Woodward, Ottawa, Dodge. 97. R. A. Cavenaugh, Chicago, Packard. 98. Burnett Chipperfield, Canton, Pack ard. 99. Florence G. Lowden, Chicago, Pack ard. 100. Cornelius Doyle, Springfield, Dodge. — FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN. TI4Q CHICAGOAN 17 CHICAGOAN/ Recurrent Lady Teazle HERS is no small achievement. For she has, in at least sev eral instances during the past year cast her tiny, almost fragile shadow so completely over the more bulky one of Samuel Insull that he has been referred to, on the occasion of these ecclipses, not as the great public utilities magnate, but as the husband of the former Gladys Wallis, vivacious commedienne of a quarter of a century ago. Nor has Mr. Insull seemed to find these obliterations irksome. He has leased theatres for his wife. He has sat in the theatre on a sweltering June night and let his collar wilt down to nothing as he applauded the diminutive Lady Teazle who brought society to the hospital benefit at twenty-five dol lars a downstairs seat, and one thousand dollars a box. He has re mained, figuratively, in the wings while she has taken the curtain calls down center. And then, of course, once in a while, he has eased back into the role of husband, and has been the spokes man for his wife. But not often, for she usually issues her own statements. The one big exception to this rule was back in July of 1926 when he had just negotiated the lease with the Stude baker theatre which was to give Chi cago the Chicago Repertoire Theatre which ended, somewhat abruptly, for reasons duly publicized. At that timp Mr. Insull said: "My purpose in arranging for this enterprise is to enable Mrs. Insull to participate in the production of plays in which she will, from time to time, appear. This is not a fad. It is not formed to uplift the drama or to be in any sense highbrow, if, in its usual ac ceptance, highbrow is construed to mean a supposed art level above the sense of appreciation of the average theatre patron. " But when news was given, a month ago, of the abandonment of the project it was Mrs. Insull who did the talking. "I have reluctantly reached the be lief," she explained, "that my ambition was misdirected, my plan a mistake, and my money wasted. I am not cry- Mrs. Samuel Insull ing. Indeed, I feel proud that I am quitting with a laugh." And since it was reported, a year ago, that the venture was, at that time, losing a neat thousand dollars a day, it requires an abundant philosophy, as well as an abundant pocket-book, to quit with a laugh. But she has always taken a blithe adieu when a farewell was necessary. IN the spring of 1899 Margaret A. Bird, known to the stage as Gladys Wallis, was a commedinne who had met with seven years of success. She had played with John Drew, with Wil liam H. Crane, and with Robson. Un der Augustin Daly's management she had gained fame. She left the prosce nium arch and the calcium to marry Samuel Insull, and she stayed away from the theatre, except on the audi ence side, for many years. Twice only did she return. Then it was to play in Rostand's "Les Ro manesques," translated for the occas- sion by Laura Hayes Fuller and Anne Higgonson Spicer, and given once in Winnetka and again at Ravinia. That was in 1909. For the rest she stayed at Haw thorn Farm, the Insulls' spacious and luxurious country-seat at Lib erty ville; or she came to town for the winter; or she commuted to Europe. Sometimes she and her husband did it in installments and caught up with each other in England. Once, a year ago last March, they left the same day, but on different ships. Unofficial ob servers declared that Mrs. Insull was crying when she boarded the S. S. Conte_ Rosse a few hours after her husband had gone to his room on the Acquitania. So the snowball of the divorce rumor began to roll and grow. It was emphatically denied by both the Insulls. He called it a "damn able calumny," and she explained that she was crying because she had just said good-bye to her son, Samuel, Jr. They met in Europe, holidayed together and returned together the following May. PERHAPS it was her exciting, busy war-work which prompted Mrs. Insull to return to the stage, and then to add still another duty, that of manager, as well as actress. For she certainly was busy during the war-time days. Whatever may have been the stimu lus, the fact remains that on the eve ning of the first of June, 1925, she stepped back, gracefully, onto the stage she had left when the century was mak ing the turn. She stood forth, at the Illinois theatre, a petite, dark-eyed, dainty, and skilled Lady Teazle. "If," she remarked between acts, "as they tell me, I look younger than I did before these rehearsals began, it is be cause I have been studying to play a pait again. Creative work, whether it is acting, writing, or painting, or any thing creative, keeps a woman young." For a fortnight she sparkled through the comedy. And when it was over, more than $136,000 had been raised for St. Luke's Hospital. The following fall, the play went to New York, and she with it. The critics were pleased, 18 TUECUICAGOAN WT mm t ;-...--;-.¦ -¦¦. .- o?>" ^$&<&$$&-y& 1 l^P8S(§wS^^^W t--- <? K 0;^^.^^o6rQJ>^o^ ^^^^^^^1 sear^ Sr^^^^S^'j BafflSBto'-.;- •.' -•.¦¦¦¦ ,-lt A ¦-•;-¦ ¦ . ..-.;,¦'-.-.,.,,,.:./•. ^ •.,.¦! . BsSfflSg!3ffljmc^a^s^fa i 1 , 11 ^^^^^^^^^^, Ethel Barrymore whose conduct is more consistent than constant in a double standard apologia, "The Constant Wife" now on\ view at The Harris. Drawing by Carreno, TUECUICAGOAN 19 and there were bushels of flowers. The following November, that was 1926, she had a second first night; this time as manager of the Repertoire Com pany, and actress, at the Studebaker. Her husband and her son had seats in the third row center. There was a red carpet across the sidewalk out in front. There were more flowers than ever. And the former Gladys Wallis was more daintily vivacious than ever. But now practical difficulties in pro duction of a repertory schedule, to gether with a certain apathy on the part of the Chicago theatre-patrons, have rung down the curtain on that ambitious project. What will the next act unfold? — GENEVIEVE FORBES-HERRICK. Poetic Acceptances K. C. B. Accents an Invitation to a Quick Lunch at a One Arm Overcoat Exchange I'LL join you IF we can have H'MBURGER white. THE other day I WENT into a beanery AND SAID to the man IN THE white jacket: H'MBURGER white. YOU SAID what? He said. I SAID, I SAID H'MBURGER white. OH, H'MBURGER white, YOU said, HE said. HE said, I SAID H'MBURGER white. I SAID, H'MBURGER white, too. I THANK you! TTze JTA G E Heavy Playgoing THE shipment of shows received by Chicago for the celebration of the holidays was heavy enough to carry the most persistent theatre-goer from Christmas to New Year's Day without a vacant night. This phenomenon did not violate civic tradition, for the mystic festivals of our winter solstice have always been accompanied by a great blooming of pagan plays, sent by the saturnine deities of Manhattan mummery. This is, perhaps, one of the reasons why dramatic critics do not believe in Santa Claus. After such an orgy of footlight en tertainment, impressions are blurred and opinions bewildered. One has no ready answer for the tse-tse flies of Chicago life who are always buzzing around with the fatal question: "What's the best show in town?" When faced with the duty of review ing this big parade of premieres, one begins to mutter such delirious sen tences as: "Two Girls Wanted to Be hold This Dreamer; but the Constant Wife became the Good Bad Woman, while the Merry Wives of Windsor ran Criss Cross through the Squall." But a concentration of attention upon the fine Assyrian profile of Ethel Barrymore restores one's mental bal ance. In "The Constant Wife," by the suave and worldly Mr. Maugham, at the Harris, there is food for thought, although it may be only a cream-puff. For here is the perfection of feminist argument in favor of the single stand ard of immorality. New Ethics THIS comedy of London manners is not impressive in its theatrical value, but as a document of the times it deserves to be filed for reference. It is a lucid exposition of the technique by which a fine lady of this emanci pated age may openly commit a par donable adultery. It plausibly states the modern female philosophy which favors a repeal of the Seventh Com mandment. According to the gospel of Maugham, a woman who intends to revenge herself upon an unfaithful husband must, first of all, be a sports man and pretend to forgive him. She must give a public exhibition of touch ing loyalty that prevents a scandal, in a scene adapted from "Lady Winder mere's Fan." Then she must resign membership in the Unfair Sex by get ting a job which will give her eco nomic freedom; she must escape from — DONALD PLANT. Yeah, we win eight fights and th'e big bum loses two 20 TUECUICAGOAN the parasite class by paying her keep. Then she is in an unassailable position to levy sexual blackmail upon her hus band. She can inform him calmly, pleasantly, but with a vast sense of vengeful satisfaction, that she is going away for a six weeks' holiday in Italy with a lover, registering at every hotel as man and wife. She does not love the other man, but no matter. She wants to be made love to once more before middle age closes down upon her; she wants to have another fling at "life" with a new but temporary part ner. "Goodbye, John, I'll be back home in six weeks." . . . And John, a martyr to the new tolerance, splutters feebly as the curtain falls, condoning the flagrant act and pretending to be lieve that she is right. Because of its persuasive frame-up of flattery to feminine complexes and grudges, "The Constant Wife" is honey for the matinee audience. As a footnote to the shattered ethics of monogamy, it deserves scientific con sideration by doctors of sociology. But as a play, it is mainly flutter and chat ter, and there is little action in its story until it swings into the last act. It provides Miss Barrymore with her best vehicle of several seasons, and is well acted in every role. Miss Verree Teasdale, who plays the pretty feather- head of the husband's intrigue, at tracts attention as a new and winning personality. Classic Slafi-Sticks LET us turn from Miss Barrymore to j Mrs. Fiske; from the infected present to the wholesome past; from Maugham to Shakespeare. "The Merry Wives of Windsor," triple-starred of cast, has come to the Illinois to prove that the classics are not altogether ob solete. There is great gusto in this Elizabethan farce, which contains the only plot that Shakespeare ever in vented without assistance. At the command of the Virgin Queen to ex hibit Falstaff in love, the Swan of Avon became frisky in the manner of Al Woods. Ripe and mellow are the adjectives to describe the interpretation of the leadings roles. Over-ripe would be more accurate, perhaps, for Otis Skin ner gives Falstaff the age and benevo lent aspect of St. Nicholas, while Mrs. Fiske and Henrietta Crosman are hardly the blooming young matrons whose eager glances aroused the fat and lecherous knight. Nevertheless, they give a rollicking performance, banishing their stellar dignity in the quest of rough Tudor mirth. The others in the company are the usual Shakespearean ham-stringers, and they energetically illustrate all the standard vices of Shakespearean acting. They jig, they amble, they lisp. They take an affected and archaic dialogue, and double its affectations and strange ness. We have had a taste of Shake speare in modern dress; when, I won der, will we get Shakespeare in modern diction? The backgrounds for "The Merry Wives" have been superbly realized in admirable old-school scene painting. They are a welcome change from the often blowsy modernism of "stage dec oration." Half a Success "DEHOLD This Dreamer" is a w technical curiosity. It is half a success and half a failure. The two acts which are placed in a sanitarium for nervous and mental patients are, oddly enough, completely charming and gay. The two acts of small-town do mesticity are crude and incredible. Glenn Hunter's professional boyish ness, which becomes more staccato as he ages out of the "juvenile" class, is ingratiating; and he achieves a believ able picture of the tantrums of an ado lescent art-yearner. Rare old Tom Wise is as much of a star as ever, al though he has become merely a satellite. Elinor Patterson proves that she is an actress as well as a pantomimist. There is no need to compliment her merely as a native daughter. She is lovely and entrancing, and her background seems, not Chicagoan, but Pre-Raphaelite. She has the face of the Blessed Damozel. The other new playbills are affairs of personalities rather than play-writ ing. "Two Girls Wanted," a poor- working-girl comedy at the Cort, con tains Nydia Westman, who was so ineffably comic and "different" in "Pigs." She is still quaint and strange — a song-and-danceless Queenie Smith; but she should be warned against be- coming too much of a "character act ress." She is verging toward the tech nique of Sis Hopkins, who stands as a symbol for the old-fashioned rural soubrette. Any theatre scout attending "Two Girls Wanted" will be com pelled to turn in a good report on Mary Philips, who plays the efficient Wall Street spinster. Gyftsy Goulash BLANCHE YURKA and Lee Baker contribute resounding perform ances to "The Squall," at the Adelphi. They deepen the stroke and heighten the agony in the obvious bill-board style which this "passionate drama of the sexes" requires. But Suzanne Cau- baye, of Parisian origin, is the piquant figure in these romantic proceedings. She is a toy temptress, an infantine sensualist; and she contrives to get a new note into the conventional seduc tiveness of her role. The play itself is a well-staged and interesting goulash of all the Spanish gypsy traditions that sprang from "Carmen." * "Criss Cross," at the Erlanger, is merely Fred Stone, the athletic clown, and his darling dancing daughter, Dor othy, in a full-blown extravaganza which will delight children and bore adults. It has the feeblest libretto of all the Fred Stone shows. "The Good Bad Woman" is the kind of play which the naive and hys terical audiences at the Minturn- Central enjoy frantically as a vicarious debauch. It is amusing to note that this piece, which had a success of sensation in New York several years ago, delayed its descent upon Chicago until Mayor Thompson's regime was well established. Here, then, is another of the blessings of a wide-open town. —CHARLES COLLINS. (NOTE: Complete road, phone and calendar guide to the footlighted entertain ments currently accessible to Chicagoans is provided on page 3 of this issue, with wholly gratuitous advice.) TUECUICAGOAN 21 <The CINEMA The Light Touch Eyetinerary GOOD, bad and indifferent pictures currently visible in the "nabor- hood" theatres are the following: The Dove — Mentioned at right. The Slave Mart — Billie Dove the slave, Gilbert Roland the heroic purchaser and an extremely interesting reproduction of New Orleans a century agone. French Dressing — H. B. Warner, Clive Brook, Lois Wilson and Lilyan Tashman in. a polite domestic farce several reels too\long. The Loves of Carmen — Dolores del Rio and Victor McLaglen in the Prosper Merimee version. It sizzles. The Gorilla — Spooky if seen from the first. The Valley of the Giants — California Redwoods, Milton Sills, and the story about the crooked lumberman. Awful! Spotlight — Esther Ralston, with and with out wig, in the Broadway press-agent yarn, trimmed neatly to look new. Love — lohn Gilbert, Greta Garbo and somebody's idea of Tolstoy's Russia. Muggy. The City Gone Wild — Thomas Meighan in better underworld stuff than "Under world." Get Your Man — Clara Bow at her best in the worst possible taste. Buttons — Jackie Coogan aboard ship do ing adult things childishly — but Jackie for all that. The Lovelorn — Really a very interesting little story about sisters ^portrayed by Sally O'Neil and Molly O'Day, who are. Jesse James — Disclosed as a gifted young man who all but won the Civil War for the Confederacy. Pretty dull. Seventh Heaven — Janet Gaynor and Charles Farrell in the best picture in town. The Jazz Singer — Al Jolson, pleasantly audible as well as visible, sings it to a satisfactory finish. Man, Woman, Sin— Jeanne Eagels, John Gilbert and Marc McDermott, the three points of an unintriguing triangle. Underworld — Excellent fulfillment of its titular promise. The Gay Defender — Richard Dix as Robin Hood in Old California, but not much like Richard Dix. Old San Francisco — More about Old Cali- fornia, explaining, at last, the reason for the quake. Worth an evening. Rose of the Golden West — Still more about Old California, but not much more. Now We're in the Air — Wallace Beery and Raymond Hatton v in characteristic dumbshow — very dumb. INDICATIVE of whatnot, the light touch has become the thing. Pulpit microphones broadcast wise cracks for listeners-in, Gene Markey becomes our most widely copied col umnist and Hollywood pays its gag men more than John Barrymore. United Artists remodels the classic Apollo into a super-Oriental, II Duce's cavalry is stripped to uniform the seating army and Dr. Hugo Riesen- feld's symphonically coated orchestra veneers "When Day Is Done" while riding up and down on a practically creakless elevator. Then "The Dove" is projected and a smartly groomed audience recalls Broncho Billy Ander son. Too bad about Billy — but that's another story. "The Dove," which did well by Hoi- brook Blinn in its footlighted flight, was not for films. Especially it was not for Norma Talmadge, to whose stardom it was gaited in the transla tion, and more especially it was not for Noah Beery. This usually magnificent malefactor, whose camera deaths ex ceed in number the combined casualties of Bunker Hill and Hoisted street, makes of Blinn's suave Spaniard a terrible thing. Early closeups explore his dental equipment thoroughly, sub sequent ones bare the inner workings of the villainous tongue, the palate, a glimpse of the larynx is vouchsafed and, during the last -reel or two, spec tators give eye to the interior decora tions of the playhouse lest the relent less lens become more personal. All this while Norma Talmadge weaves in and about on the fringe of a story which begins nowhere and ends with out making appreciable progress. Better news about the United Artists theatre is that Douglas Fair banks has replaced "The Dove." The current exercises come under heading of "The Gaucho" and you have the name of Wallace Smith (yes, the gentleman who used to illustrate the books Ben Hecht used to write) as guarantee for the authenticity of its appointments. The veteran actorbat (if a Tinee tee-hee is permissible) is at his perennial best in the picture and, if you were fortunate enough to miss the new playhouse until now, this is the time to visit it. As previously stated in these col umns, and as loudly heralded by such advertising slogans as "A Picture Palace for Picture Patrons," the new theatre offers pictorial entertainment exclusively and the rates afford reason able assurance that your neighbor to the left will not suddenly become the target of infuriated bullets. — W. R. WEAVER. I'll bid one club — and I don't want to be taken out" 22 TI4ECI4ICAGOAN CONTRACT BRIDGE Taking the Joy Out of Life THE joy being that of the ag gressive gentleman you all know, who thinks that it is for the greatest good of the greatest number that he should play every deal at a No Trump contract. The gentle art consists of his left hand opponent doubling the bid, and the right hand opponent letting the double stand. This is to happen when the dummy is a "bust." Dummy will be a bust if the original doubler has five high cards and the doubler's partner has three. Aces, Kings and Queens are the high cards. I once saw a mighty good fellow and a mighty pushing player (or thrusting, as the English call it), one Simpkins, have this treatment handed him three times in an afternoon hour. The evening of the same day the three players with whom he had been play ing in the afternoon, sent down word from the club card room that they would like Mr. Simpkins to make up a "rubber." Simpkins returned the mes sage that he could not come up for twenty minutes, but he sent a twenty dollar bill to the three gentlemen as part payment for the time and money they would lose in waiting that long for him. I repeat, this tactic of allowing your partner's informatory double or one no trump to stand when you yourself hold three high cards is effective only if your partner is a man of good enough character not to make an informitory double, unless he holds five high cards. If, on the contrary, he is the sort of person who doubles on five spades to the Jack and five hearts to the Queen, together with the Ace and two small Clubs, take him out of his double on your own five small Diamonds and let him wriggle his own salvation or damnation. It should be clearly understood that when your partner makes an informi tory double, the poorer your own hand the more imperative the necessity for taking him out of the double. If your bid does not suit your partner's hand, he should be able to rescue himself in some other suit, for every informitory double should have a life preserver in the shape of a bidable suit. When the opportunity arises, try this leaving in of the informity double and you will often have the pleasure of observing your bluffing no trump bidder exhibit his skill in saving tricks worth to him in penalties one hundred to four hundred each. The most successful player I ever knew, from a base, mercenary point of view, was also one of the most delight fully agreeable partners. It was even a sort of chastened pleasure to lose to him when he was an opponent. He was a Russian named R . (There were of course a lot of additional and unnecessary consonants in his name.) The greatest strength of his exceed ingly strong game was his ability to adapt himself to his partner's vagaries. As a counsel of perfection I recom mend that instead of endeavoring to make a partner conform to the sound doctrines, which are your own, that you should adapt yourself to the weak nesses and eccentricities which are parts of his makeup. R did this with such good effect, that when his post was changed from Washington to Lon- don and he came in contact with- what were in those days quite different theories of the game than those to which he was accustomed, he won four thousand pounds his first English year. The big stakes in those days were played for at the Turf Club and the stakes at the Marlborough Club were much smaller. The Marlborough, of course, was the club of royalty, and R used to say that every time he was invited or commanded by royalty to spend an evening at the Marlbor ough, he felt he was losing a hundred dollars, for the difference in the sise of the stakes affected his winnings that much. These golden dreams of avarice make me think of still another situation that comes up quite often on an informative double. Every now and then it is the partner of the original bidder, the pro spective dummy, who holds the three high cards' balance of power. Suppose your partner deals and bids one in either a suit or no trump, and the next player doubles. If you have a good all-around hand, a re-double tells that to your partner and the stage is set for a killing. Whatever bid the unfortu nate opponent makes, (he must make some bid or perish,) will be from weakness, for there are not enough goods cards to make four good hands. He will bid and be doubled; his part- Life's Little Complexities Reaching a Private Motor After the Theatre TUECWCAGOAN 23 BOOK/ Triplets — Twins — 100 Books a Week ner will try to rescue and be doubled. Bliss for you. Lastly, it has been written that the dividing line between the poor and the good player is that the poor player would rather do anything than force the strong trump hand of his adversary, and that the dividing line between the good player and the fine player is that the gotid player takes a finesse, but that the fine player — by the use of the strip play — makes the opponent lead right up to his tenace. At contract, that may easily make a difference between making or losing the contract and the rubber, more than a thousand points. Why not learn the strip play? — HORACE WYLIE. Cohesion Modern Tower of Babel A building is going up on our corner and a Cordon of men are slapping together Stone and mortar and steel with muscle. The splitting noises go on from early morn ing When the earliest bricklayer dons his over alls To late in the evening when the foreman Credits his men with three hours overtime. Today six workmen got into an argument Over a small technicality. They swore at each other in their native tongues And wasted an hour's time at $1.75. Then one of the arguers raised his voice Above the others' and said: "Hey — we're not getting anywhere like dis. If youse hunkies would talk English Mebbe we kin come to an understandin'." But the bricks and the mortar and the steel Converse in their Esperanto Of dull thuds and loud bangs that say, "Soon these thousands of bricks and Hundreds of pounds of mortar and steel Will be made one by the infinite magic Of God and the bricklayer," and is echoed By the weary footsteps of the laborers Homeward bound. — BETTY BALK. WE have reached an era in the history of publishing when to be introduced as a "someone who reads all the new books" is to be made to feel dizzy. To read all of them as they come out would be to average well over a hundred volumes a week. The situation is in fact becoming serious. Theer are no longer even enough titles to go around. Qne year three new novels came out entitled "The Web." And although the pres ent season has had no triplets, it has had any number of pairs of identical twins. H. G. Wells was forced to share his title "Meanwhile" with Pierre Coalfleet, who attached it to a novel of a young Harvard student in process of being disillusioned in the studios of Paris. Silas Bent, a veteran newspaper man of Chicago and elsewhere, writing for the newspaper reading public a dis cussion of the newspaper, and choosing the title "Ballyhoo" found himself run ning in competition to Beth Brown whose novel of a traveling carnival, studied from the inside, was also called "Ballyhoo." "Tall Men" is the title of James Stuart Montgomery's novel of the Civil War as it looked from that part of the ocean that lies between Bermuda and Charleston, and is also the title of a cycle of narrative poems by Donald Davidson. The tall men here are the Tennesseans, who remem ber in France the tales of their fathers. Between Olive Higgins Prouty's "Conflict," a perfectly respectable study of the struggle between conscience and desire in the heart of a woman, and Stefan Zweig's short stories upon path ological aspects of love, and between Norrel Gregory's "Detour," illustrated, and Octavus Roy Cohen's new collec tion of assorted short stories, there exists only the distinction of singular and plural. And besides the identical twins there are two pairs of non-identical ones that are even more confusing. I am for instance always taking down Grant Overton's "Cream of the Jug" when what I am really after is the new edi tion of Cabell's "Cream of the Jest," and vice versa. And If you ask me what I think of "Something About Eve," I am quite likely to tell you in stead what I think about John Erskine's "Adam and Eve." For these two most important frivolous books of the season are both concerned with a gentleman who is in difficulties with a lady who is not a gentleman, though it is Cabell who puts the situation in just these words. What's in a name? people are al ways asking. The question comes from somewhere in Shakespeare. But it is only recently that anybody has had the courage to give the right answer. "Everything," say the numerologists, putting it somewhat too strongly, but not much. To write a book is a work of perseverence. To name it well an act of genius. Sometimes a person lives down a name. So do books — some times. "Power" lived down its name and became a best seller — but took a year to do it. But of a certain book by a well known author a bookseller was once heard to say: "It's as good as anything so and so has ever written, but with that title I can't sell it, and pretty soon I shall give up trying to sell it." But just what does a book need for a name? The majority answer seems to be: Something to hit the prospective reader in the eye. In their attempt so to hit the reader the authors of the present season have tried practically all the colors of the spectrum. "Red Sky at Morning," by Margaret Kennedy, is alphabetically the nineteenth title be ginning with red. There are four yel low titles, including Zona Gale's "Yel low Gentians and Blue." Four green titles inclusive of J. S. Fletcher's "Green Rope" and Violet Storey's poems "Green of the Year," and ex clusive of the fact that four authors are themselves named Green. Three blue ones, if you include Temple Bailey's "The Blue Window" just issued in the Grosset and Dunlap reprints, among them Conrad Aiken's "Blue Voyage." 24 TI4EO4ICAG0AN One title even experiments with the mysterious regions that lie beyond the visible part of the spectrum, and we get "Ultra- Violet Tales," by Silvio Villa. Black, white, and gray have an even more considerable following. And the metals are also extremely popular. There are at least as many books with gold in the title as there are books this year with the newly discovered gold jacket. Silver, too, and some of the less precious metals. Countee Cullen, the young negro poet, calls his new col lection "Copper Sun." Achmed Ab dullah his short stories "Steel and Jade." On the other hand there are those authors who attempt to hit not the retina but "that inward eye" with their titles. It takes a poet of course to do this to perfection. Witness the titles of Elinor Wylie: "The Venetian Glass Nephew," "The Orphan Angel." You keep these books on your shelves forever, sure that you are going to read them some day even if you haven't had time to read them yet. It was A. S. M. Hutchinson, how ever, who showed the way to the quan tity production of such titles. "If Winter Comes" set a fashion. And "Dusty Answer," by Rosamund Leh man, first novel and best seller, is only one title among several this season that refer you to line and verse. An extension of this fashion is seen in A. E. W. Mason's "No Other Tiger," where the reference is to a chapter in the book itself. And for that matter, any large or striking ani mal is apparently of itself considered a pretty good bet. "King Cobra," Harry Hervey calls his description of the Indo- Chinese jungle. "Flowers and Ele phants," for Constance Sitwell's polite adventures in India. And for Dan Streeter's progress through the Sudan just "Camels!!" — that way, with two exclamation points. A dragon appears in the title of Crosbie Garstin's travel book of the far east : "The Dragon and the Lotus." God, and also the devil, figure strongly in the titles of books having nothing to do with theology. — SUSAN WILBUR. Books to Read The Charm of Birds, by Viscount Grey of Fallodon, K.G. $3. (Frederick A. Stokes Company.) A sequel to that part of "Twenty-five Years" which told of Lord Grey's accompanying Theodore Roosevelt on his English "bird-walk." The title puts it too mildly. It's a book that has the charm of all outdoors. Morrow's Almanack for the Year of Our Lord 1928: Being Bissextile or Leap Year S1 Makes Since the Creation by the Account of Certain Fundamental ists 5932 Years 6? By the Account of Cer tain Evolutionists X Years. §§ Burton Rascoe, Philom. $2. (William Morrow and Company.) Ancient trappings but a modern horse. As modern as 1928 itself. The fifty contributors include Texas Guinan and Gilda Gray. The latter's enthusiasm for sleeping by night and re garding sunrise as other than a lullaby may start a new fashion among rounders. The Correspondence of King George III. Volumes I and II. Edited by Hon orable John Fortescue. In six volumes. $8 per volume. (The Macmillan Com pany.) These papers, recently discovered in some chests in a cellar, arrive inop portunely to make us think better of the abilities of our old adversary. European Skyways, by Lowell Thomas. $5. (Houghton Mifflin Company.) The record of seven months of flying over every mile of the new airways of Europe — 25,000 miles, in the air of twenty-one countries. Query: What does Lowell Thomas do between whiles? This is only the third book that the discoverer of T. E. Lawrence and Count Luckner has pub lished within the year. The Father of Little Women, by Hon- ore Willsie Morrow. $3. (Little Brown and Company.) An excursion into the unpublished, almost unread diaries of Bronson Alcott, rediscovered by a happy chance. Good reading and full of points for parent and educator. The New Persia, by Vincent Sheean. $2.50. (The Century Company.) A young Chicagoan writes a competent but exciting account of Persian finances as run by an American, and in general of Persia's attempt to rise from the ashes. /PORT/ REVI EW Spanish Ping-Pong THEY call it Jai Alai and tell you to pronounce it Hi-Li. The mysterious place in which the game is played is called a fronton. The girl ushers are dressed in flaming toreador costumes. Before and between the games a trio of authentic Spanish trou- badors strum and croon Castillian (as well as Tin Pan alley) melodies. The players wear darling shirts of many colors, wide red sashes and white duck pants. They are olive skinned and have shiny black hair, with sideburns long. Their names, posted on big score boards at each end of the theatre, might give your vowel and consonant sounding apparatus a little difficulty, but you'll find that repeating them aloud will add something to the "at mosphere" of it all. Before summer there may be more than a few enthusiasts so imbued with the spirit of the thing they will buy a pair of castinets to take with them to the games. And from all that you may well surmise that Mr. Fred Mann, the intrepreneur, has provided every thing within reason to properly frame and embellish his recent importation from Old Spain — even the bull! In the vulgar sense, there is plenty of that, as the foregoing description might imply. You will discover the game of Jai Alai itself to be nothing more than a variation of handball, speeded up and made somewhat spectacular through the use of queerly shaped bats or racquets strapped on the right hands of the players. In the lobby of the fronton you will find a long row of cashier windows, which will be imme diately recognizable to all who became acquainted with the sport of grey hound racing last summer. Here the system is called "encouragement." Jai Alai, as it is presented by Mr. Mann, is fairly certain to entertain you for one evening at least, whether you bet or not. As to the betting, I will pass on a bit of philosophy given me by Harry Hochstadter, the well known local turf and boxing expert. He said: "I never bet on anything that talks. ** Harry's advice, however, is given merely as an academic comment. There is no intention of casting the slightest suspicion on the young men from TUECUICAGOAN 25 Spain, nor the management of the fronton in the quotation. Mystery WHETHER it is a matter of pure tough luck, a jinx, or merely that the Blackhawks are not as good as the other teams in the league is, at present, an agitated subject of talk among hockey fans. It hardly seems reasonable that a team, no matter what the sport, could lose with such con sistent regularity because of bad "breaks." On the other hand, not a few hockey enthusiasts will tell you with conviction that bad luck is more a cause of the Chicago team's poor showing than anything else. This department takes no stand in the matter. It is our opinion that one who has not yet seen the Blackhawks in action might easily be misled by the record of games lost. Hockey is a thrilling game to watch and compara tive scores have rather less importance than otherwise as a part of the game, in our opinion. Curtain FOOTBALL responded gracefully to the clamor for encores with the Pacific coast games. By the time this issue of The Chicagoan appears the show will be in the storehouse and printed reminiscences of the season fewer and fewer in the public prints. With the exception of the Pittsburgh- Stanford game, the post season contests went about as expected and the one point defeat of Pitt served as another glaring illustration of the point after touchdown problem. — JOSEPH DUGAN. HtCC-i T MU/ICAL NOTE/ Ofiera — Concert Symphony HE recent Civic Opera perform ance of Humperdinck's delightful "Hansel and Gretel" revealed at least two things: that Lucille Meusel vocally and optically makes the most fetching Gretel since the hey-day of Farrar, and that Lenska's conception of the Mother is our most convincing portrait of oper atic domesticity. La Meusel we heard only once be fore this season, in. a brief passage from "Thannhauser." As this sweet child of Humperdinck, who gets lost in the forest with her big brother and meets angels and witches, she proves definitely that she can act charmingly and that she has a clear, touching so prano. This afternoon production marked her real debut. Lenska, although not given to news paper headlines or sensational inter views, can only be considered among the very front rankers in Mr. Insull's Congress St. Circus. She understands thoroughly every role she is called upon to sing, is a distinguished actress (par ticularly in a folk-role of this type) and has a voice marked by its suavity and power. Tuneful Teamwork GUY MAIER and Lee Pattison, the Smith Brothers of the pianoforte, diverted a large and mobile audience at one of Miss Kinsolving's morning musi- cales just before the old year closed. They presented the usual studied con trast, like two actors in a good vaude ville sketch, Maier, hopping around the keyboard, a juvenile DePachmann, Pat tison, playing in perfect ensemble with an air of conscious hauteur. The boys have their stuff down pat by now. It will shortly be as customary as a trade mark. Nevertheless they usually achieve some moments of notable two-piano playing. Best on this particular pro gram were a tricky, but musical ar rangement of the two G flat etudes of Chopin (Godowsky plays one of them backwards) and a version of the C Major Rondo, also by George Sand's well-known Polish patient. Mr. Patti son, with timely observance for the dis covery of the American folk-song by our Mr. Sandburg, has set "The Ar kansas Traveler," and that makes an effective concert piece. A contralto hight Doris Doe sang two very mixed groups. Her accom panist was so indifferent that the young lady got little or no chance. She demonstrated, definitely, musical taste and training. The better known pa trons of the Blackstone recitals added joy and laughter to the festivities by tripping in and out of the ball-room while the program was in full swing. This perpetual migration strongly re called "The Covered Wagon" and must have endeared the audience to the hearts of the presiding artists. A Somnolent Symphony THE symphonic season has once again fallen into somnolence and awaits the coining of Ravel, probably the major musical event of our winter season. He appears as soloist and con ductor with the orchestra and in one or two semi-private recitals. The French man is no longer a revolutionary. The Six refer to him patronizingly and rele gate him to the conventional company of Debussy, a master with whom he apparently has much in common. Not withstanding all this Ravel is still, Bloch and Schoenberg excepted, probably the most significant living composer. Stock brought out his second suite from "Daphnis and Cloe" for a recent program. Kussewitsky proved earlier in the season that this was Ravel at his best. It did not fare so well at the hands of the local orchestra. The suite requires, above all, passion and vibrant youth. It is the kind of music that the French described as cerebrale fifteen years ago. They could not have found a more inaccurate term, for this music breathes with all the sensuousness of the night and rises, in its closing dance sec tion, to a pitch of orgiastic excitement. A great score. For the second half of this same pro gram the familiar "Scheherazade" suite of Rimsky was hauled out for its an nual hearing. It no longer holds much savor for your crusty correspondent. Rimsky 's Suite has reached the stage where its harmonies require glandular treatment at the haads of Drs. Paul Whiteman and Ferdie Grofe. If you have heard their version of the anec dotes told by the Sultan's lady friend you know, once again, what good yarns they were. Rimsky's properties are frayed, his harmonic habits well-worn 26 TUECUICAGOAN at the seams. The familiar tunes from the suite are given new life by jazz- band treatment and a new axiom for the music of today automatically evolves: That the socalled classics get exactly what they deserve. Ojtera by Ether THE Civic Opera, through the co operation of the National Broad casting Company and a local manu facturer of radio supplies, has furnished an act a week, every Thursday night to be exact, for the delectation of the dial-twisters. The juciest plums of the repertoire have been hurled forth into the void, reaching such divergent lo cales as Biloxi, Great Neck, Pasadena, and Petoskey. That culture should have reached such hinterlands every Thursday night is nothing to joke about. What we are curious to dis cover is whether the magic of the dials, a comfortable steam radiator and a quiet highball or two, haven't kept many potential patrons away from the Auditorium this winter. The hench men on Congress Street can't answer the question. They do know that at tendance has been good this season and may establish a record. And they are inclined to believe that the opera fan likes to see about as much as he does to hear. True, they receive car-loads of letters from cosmopolitans in Hege- wisch and Hinsdale praising the broad casters and the broadcasted. And they smile ruefully because, after all, such thanks put no change in the till. It no doubt makes little difference whether they broadcast or not. Its results as advertising will probably be balanced by the fireside lassitude to which it gives birth. — ROBERT POLLAK- Records Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, one of Bach's organ masterpieces, has been tran scribed for modern orchestra by Stokow- ski and recorded by the Philadelphia Or chestra. (Victor 6751.) This is one of the finest orchestral recordings we have ever heard, resonant, majestic and grandly interpreted. There is a Bach-Stokowski Passacaglia that made one of the big mo ments at this eastern orchestra's concert here last year. Maybe that will come next. Death and Transfiguration, Strauss' well-known symphonic poem, is the seventh album release of Brunswick. The piece has become standard in the reper toire of the world's best orchestra. Strauss himself is the conductor and the orches tra that of the State Opera in Berlin. My Heart Stood Still is the tune from "The Connecticut Yankee" that you have been hearing around town. Dick Rodgers, who wrote the music, got his start doing the varsity show at Columbia. He has had five Broadway successes in as many years, which is going some. The afore mentioned fox-trot has been done by George Olsen and His Music for Victor 21034. Turn the record over and you find the other hit from the show, "I Feel at Home with You." Rolls The Duo-Art gentlemen have a new stunt described as Audiographic recording. Instead of leaving the rolls to the wayward imagination of the listener, they are print ing, right on the roll, the complete life story of the composer, their idea of what the music means, pen pictures of the action, if it be program music, and a description of each modulation. Although the scheme is doubtless educational, it strikes us as a bit too much. A national committee of prominent so-and-sos has been formed and there is an Aeolian editor-in-chief. If this goes on much further your cab-driver will whistle you the four Brahms symphonies. A Minuetto composed by Joseph Brink- man is the medium for that young man's entrance into the Duo-Art ranks. He is more than a promising pianist and we extend our congratulations. The piece is a pleasant modern ramification of an old dance-form. My Heart Stood Still will not evade you for it's on Duo-Art too, played by Fred Rich, and awfully good after the rugs are up. The Star Reporter Visits the Institute WHEN good M. Bulliet of the Post hurls away his triumphet and howls "Valhalla! American Art is Here!" one becomes imbued with a mild curiosity; enough of curiosity to overcome one's reluctance to treading the galleries of the Art Institute (a trade mark which seems to beg to be followed by the insignia, LTD.) and one goes to see. It is over Alfeo Faggi's statue "Walt Whitman" that M. Bulliet pronounced the bension: "Here is American sculp ture"; but the approach toward this masterpiece is not without event. Having arrived at the galleries for temporary exhibit by the expedient of walking blindly forward, looking nei ther to the Mestrovic on the right nor the El Greco on the left, one finds one's self in the midst of an exhibition of works by the eminent Prof. Haw thorne, who discovered Provincetown, Mass., and who founded the school that made Provincetown unsafe for bearded fishermen. The next room is one step advanced. It consists of a number of drawings of houses pyramided on hills, by a gentleman whose name does not stick. He is, however, rather well known. Then — for the Art Institute in this series of exhibits is determined to "break it gently" to the visitor, comes a room full of "Munich art." Every school, from the realist to the expres sionist, is "represented." The expres sionist is represented by a huge can vas showing the spirit of electricity or something, in which a winged person age rides on a cloud of sea gulls, bear ing in his hand a gadget which radi ates zigzag shots of electricity. This collection of works from Munich may be representative of drawings picked at random from the discard pile in back of the academy. I cannot think of what else. Comes a room filled with paintings by a Mr. Blumenschein, who is evi dently one of that American school of painters of the belief that American art is to be produced by depicting the canyons of New Mexico and the faces of Indian chieftians. And then — not without step by step preparation, mind you — one plunges into a room full of boiling Russian paintings by Boris Anisfeld. As be comes the work of a stage designer, these things are violently theatrical; surfaces of dark heliotrope are split, and behind the rift show spaces of delicate azure; a series of vague dim female forms groups and wallows under the blaze of one standing-out form, bril liant in calcium yellow; a face of Max Anisfeld contends with a juxtaposed yellow daisy for the favor of the eye. One painting crawls out from the ar- rayal of shrieking mysticism. It is a green and silver thing; the bust of a woman with her two arms swayed to one side of her face stands against a background of straight-formed, murky architecture; an exquisite, bronze- powdery greenishness is suffused through the shadows of her cheek, temples, and throat; her head has sculptural poise, and the straight-con structed background has restiveness; and the flutter of her two white arms has a desperately caught fluidity that keeps the composition pulsing. From this into a room still more advanced, and still more theatrical. The works of Serge Soudaikine are exhibited next. Soudaikine's composi tions are violently artificial, triumph antly mad. He has a craze for the marionette which I, as a maker and TUECUICAGOAN 27 manipulator of marionettes, can well understand. In almost every composi tion he includes the hooked beak of Punch, or the angular cut of a dancing puppet. His paintings have a strange satin texture, achieved by use of high pure colors and constant blazing of white surfaces against violets and blues and purples. The most amazing com position is a painting of a Russian fair. Weird-masked creatures burst out of windows of paper houses, like cuckoos out of clocks. Three-booted men dance the kazatsky, three lady-dolls in white and red do the parade of the soldiers; a peasant hangs over a fence clapping hands, in the background a clumsy wooden ferris wheel gyrates; fantastic masks peer from shadows, and everything is drowned in snow. And then comes the room of Fag- gis, and the Whitman. Let it be said at once that the Whitman is a master piece. Whether or not it is the one "American" piece of sculpture thus far created is debatable. I would hold out for the kewpie doll. But the Whitman is so solidly built as to give the effect of being smaller than it is; the surfaces are reduced until the in-1 evitable form seems to have been uncovered, the composition is one con tinuous flow of line, sturdy, Whit- manesque from every side. In this statue there is less of the modern school for smoothness and ridged lines than is evident in the other works on Faggi; there is some thing of the crude force of Epstein and something of the metrical delight of Mestrovic, but there is, most of all, Whitman. Only a few tricks mar the effect. The over stylization of the breasts is distracting. And Mr. Faggi's habit of making little hollows in place of the rounded surfaces of finger-nails and toe-nails is somewhat annoying. The hollows lend to the meagreness of his modelling, and enforce the feeling of reduction to the absolute. But they lead to levity. Whitman's big left toe, for instance, looks as though it had been stepped on. . . . Of course, such a detail might well be symbolic. Mr. Faggi's "Antigone" is also a superb work, archaic, erect, frozen in loveliness. Curiously, the forms in the back of the figure are more satisfying than the front, which is marred by the lines of drapery, which are evenly spaced in five or six ridges that give the effect of whip-lashings. The model for a portal, bearing six scenes from the life of St. Francis, is an excellent work of simple, sweeping lines. It is the last word in a modern ism that is almost too sleek, a sparse- ness and purity that borders on the parismonious. But Mr. Faggi's exhibition is in deed something to arrive at; his earn estness, in most of his things, survives obvious influences of style in senti ment and in execution, and if he has looked a little long at the work of El Greco and of Mestrovic, he has looked longer at the works of Alf eo Faggi. — MEYER LEVIN. The Chicagoenne Interior Decoration THIS being the season of the year when one either (1) has Christ mas money to invest, or (2) is looking for special bargains in domestic replace ments and wished for additions during the current glass, linens, and house furnishings sales or, (3) both pieces, it is recommended you seek inspira tion in the furnished rooms at Field's and Revell's before you look for definite things among the departments, or at the specialized shops. There is a whole new series of rooms on the ninth floor at Field's that are just being opened. They call them their "period backgrounds." As period backgrounds the new rooms are perfect. And how they must have cost! The first is Tudor with parged ceiling, dark oak walls carved in small panels, and the massive furniture of the period. Next is an American Georgian room of about the type one might have seen in the finest houses in Philadelphia or perhaps the Governor's mansion in the colonial Carolinas or Virginia. It is paneled in unstained softly polished waxed pine with classic broken pedi ments over the doors and characteristic carving on the inner molds of the large panels. It is enormously dignified and makes a room that might be either country squireish or extremely sophisti cated, depending entirely upon the de tails of draping and furnishing. For purest Georgian decoration, the lovely tradition of the later Georges just before George IV, then Prince of Wales, approved the flamboyant style known as Regency, the next room, paneled in green painted wood, is a perfect example. I doubt that any art museum holds anything more lovely or true to type. The walls have been rubbed and polished lovingly. The proportions and design of the panels are exquisite; the room is furnished as a dining room and some inspired genius put deep red glasses on the table, deep red curtains at the win dows and just at the side of the exquisitely sophisticated fireplace a Regency couch of most delectable curves — and upholstered in deep soft green. This is a room to see! Beyond the Georgian gem is a large square room delightfully and thoroughly French. This is paneled in oak, the red oak of the French forests lightly waxed and rubbed to a soft pale pinky brown of about the shade we are apt to call rose beige. There are four large scenic paintings inset into the paneling, giving variety, color and decoration all at once. The furniture is exactly in keeping with the French tradition where every room except the state, dining-room and drawing room was at once a sitting room, living room and bedroom. The use in one room of a day bed, fireplace, easy chairs, writing desk and two or more quite formal occasional chairs is especially interesting; the har mony created by these varying ele ments, the combined feeling of dignity and informality achieved, could furnish endless inspiration to the person fur nishing a small apartment, a studio, or one who proposes living in one of these fold-up one-room kitchenette and bath hotel habitations. Down on the eighth floor there are as every one knows three different suites of rooms. The Little House, on the Wabash Avenue side near Ran dolph is furnished on a budget and the room sizes and architectural back grounds are those of a modestly priced apartment so that it is an object lesson in how much can be done with how little. The entrance hall just to the side of the living room is particularly worth notice for by the use of a tall narrow mirror and the ingenious ex pedient of painting the woodwork ex actly the shade of the wallpaper and continuing the wallpaper's diagonals across the doors a tiny alley-way with 28 TUECUICAGOAN three full-sized doors to cut it up, is given the illusion of being an entrance hall. The curtains throughout are worthy of attention as demonstrations of what really can be done with in expensive chintzes, and the bedroom valance which consists merely of a double row of plain colored chintz knife pleated is worth copying. The second suite on the Wabash Avenue side strikes a note somewhere between the Little House and the room after the grand manner on the ninth floor. This suite is just about what you or I might have, if we were cleverer. The living room is Spanish, a bit too monastic perhaps, but the fireplace is worth remembering, and just in front of it is a detail that would make almost any fireside more inviting. This is a long low footstool, slightly higher than a hassock but as long as the fireplace is wide. If I were having one I'd have it even longer. Can't you think how nice it would be for toasting the shins or to sit on while toasting the shoulder blades or listening to an early morning argument on the thisness of the that? The dining-room as papered here has at least four entirely new ideas. The walls above the low wainscot are covered with Italian handblocked paper, a warm red brown with a small black design, the furniture is old English oak and the curtains — the curtains at the casement windows are chamois. Com mon ordinary chamois polishing cloths dyed to a soft pinky orange, sewn to gether and the edges overcast , with a narrow dark brown buckskin thong. No glass curtains of course. There are LUNCHEON — DINNER — SUPPER TP HESE are names to conjure with — Yasehenko for his rare Russian-French enisine Kaissaroff for his brilliant art creations and decorations Stcherban's Gypsy Orchestra with G. Davidoff, piano soloist — Khmara the Master of Cere monies— Miraeva. Kitaeva, Sankarjevsky, Wadimoff, Boris and Goulieff for their thrilling entertainment. Complete new program of a clashing, original and entirely exclusive character. $Jetru*f)fea Club 403 S. Wabash Ave. Phone Wabash 2497 some German pottery plates on. the table, very big flat things with no rim at all and of a dull coral color, and with these dark red goblets. A most successful room! One bedroom in this suite is Norman French and beside being fun just as an exposition of what can be done with an ordinary bedroom it is an interesting study of the use of several figured fabrics in conjunction with one an other — the wallpaper being blue and white in a quaint design with a pro nounced stripe, the glass curtains and hangings and tiny interesting bed canopy all are blue and white and all differently patterned. The second bedroom is modern — oh, modern as Josef Urban's cats, and all yellow and black, gold and silver. Be sure to see it. It may disagree with you violently, but do look at the black glass muffineer table and picture to yourself the con venience of that most marvelous and efficient dressing table. The six south rooms are models for pleasant rooms for pleasant comfortable homes and they are full of suggestions for happy solutions of this or that deco rative problem. In the nursery, for instance, there is a narrow pink striped paper that would serve excellently wherever one wanted something that was smart, vivid and impersonal and a good cupboard divided into sections that could be built into any unused recess. The dining-room has some nice bright taffeta curtains ruffled with knife pleating, a happy compromise between elegance and tailored smartness. Ob serve in this room too, the use of a small drop-leaf table near the windows, a happy thought for early breakfast, and handy for a serving table at dinner time. The colonial bedroom beyond is chiefly interesting because of the suc cessful combination of a large figured wallpaper — huge yellow roses on a nice green trellis and small figured hangings, small figured print and yellow and rag carpet covering the entire floor. In the living room, ordinary enough other wise, color gives great and unusual interest. The walls and the rugs are exactly the same grey blue. And the glass curtains are grey blue marquisette. It would be positively shivery but at the windows and the doors there are long full satin hangings, the color of bright burnished copper, and one enor mous armchair is of the same shade, but covered with a piled fabric. It is the sun parlor of this series, however, that is the most inspiring. You know how impossible these tiny apartment house sun parlors can be. There isn't enough space to do any thing and there is always a radiator. In this one glass curtains are short and white sateen, lined. The wallpaper is white with a pattern of olive green leaves and at the end of each window series there is a long satin hanging of exactly the same green as the leaves in the wallpaper. There are two large, bright yellow stick willow chairs, one in either corner, and between them close to the window a card table and four small folding chairs. On the floor in front of the windows stand a row of potted plants with tall slender dark green foliage. The ar rangement is perfect. It's adequate, comfortable and spacious — and all in a space about six feet by ten! In the control of decorative detail, , Spend Sunday Evening in ORCHESTRA HALL 216 S. Michigan Avenue at the famous &itnftag tuntiiui (Elub Great Speakers: Harry E. Fosdick HenryVanDyke Wilfred T. Grenfell "Ralph Conner'* Stephen S. Wise Hugh Black TUECUICAGOAN 29 the choice and placing of furniture and ornaments, the people at Field's are always a source of inspiration. One may, and frequently does, disagree with their choice of individual bits — the lamps this month are terrible — but there is ever a wealth of ideas — the use of pale blue pique for hanging in the nursery, for instance — that is the rea son for the opening paragraph recom mendation that you first look through the rooms and then do your post holi day shopping. —EDNA CORY. The Chicagoman After Six P. M. NOTICE them at The Blackstone, the Balloon Room at The Con gress, the new Petrushka, or the Drake, and there is a meticulous formality about the Chicago male in evening at tire which in years past was noticeable by its absence. While dinner coats still count the larger number of shirt bosoms, the full dress getup is increasing in favor. Clothing sentiment seems to be swing ing from the free and informal Left, through the liberal Center, and over to the extremely conservative Right. There are still rallies among the lib erals, however. The Center clings to the single breasted dinner jacket, with peak or notch lapel, single breasted black silk waistcoat and the wing collar. A litle to the Left, the new double breasted dinner coat, although in a minority just at present, clamors for recognition. And in the extreme rad ical wing, the foldover collar, a New York mode, yells for the floor. The white weskit, also a radical garment, is usually double breasted. It appears after six p. m. and is made of pique. Strangely enough, conservatives point to the white weskit as a gain of their own, and university men have taken it very literally to their bosoms. It is — say the conservatives — a compromise in lieu of the swallowtail coat. The soft-black hat is increasingly seen with dinner clothes, though again, the Right and Center prefer the derby. The velvet-collared overcoat for eve ning wear is a notable victory for the formalists. Opera is the stronghold of the swal lowtail, increasingly so. And the tall silk topper is more and more frequently seen without accompanying whoops of merriment from the sturdy villein popu lace. Thus the frontier passeth. 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Usually of black or oxford grey, and worn over grey and black striped trousers, it may be accompanied by the topper, or derby, single 6r double-breasted weskit of the same material or of white pique, wing collar and ascot or bow tie. It was in order during holiday teas and tea dances. Occasionally the morning cos tume modified into an ensemble of ox ford grey sack coat, striped trousers (pants in Chicago) , a starched fold- over collar, and a shepherd's check or spitalfield tie. (Incidentally, the vogue of oxford grey in business clothing has helped spread the gospel of morning coat and striped trousers.) And a final caution: in the effort to secure a smart, correct cut for the eve ning coat, be very sure to allow plenty of arm and shoulder room for dancing. Remember the left arm is raised, even in the most conservative waltz. More enthusiastic steps require more extens ive contortions. It is a staunchly made and carefully fashioned evening gar ment that can withstand some of the gayest of them. — edward grosfeld 30 TUECUICAGOAN 95% Permanent Guests ALLERTON HOUSE Michigan at Huron Chicago Five Floors Exclusively for Women Eighteen Floors Exclusively for Men Extensive Comfortable Lounges Resident Women's Director Special Women's Elevators Fraternity Rooms Private Dining Rooms Outdoor Skating Circulating Library Billiards Chess Ball and Banquet Rooms Cafeteria Athletic Exercise Rooms Allerton Glee Club in Main Dining Room Monday at 6:30 P. M. DON'T GIVE UP GOLF THIS WINTER The World's Largest Indoor Golf Course CRAIG WOOD Professional in charge 18 Holes — Driving nets Sand traps — 6 Water Holes Public invited. ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY RATES PER PERSON Single . . $12.00 — $20.00 Double • • $8.00 — $15.00 Transient • $2.50— $3.50 Descriptive Leaflet on Request CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW YORK ART The International Show (KiOTE: Another summing up of the current exhibit at the Art Insti' tute is published on page 26.) CHICAGO is becoming metropoli tan. This much we can establish at once by noting the geographical dis tribution of the sources for the present exhibition at the Art Institute. It seems to be universally recognized from Moscow to Oshkosh that into the met ropolitan gullet of Chicago may be committed with safety a number of in tellectual tidbits which might in other localities be committed brazenly to the garbage can. The foreign painters and sculptors are following in the wake of the French modistes. All the left over models are sent to Chicago. Here these rareties sometimes are known to as sume the same importance as birds nests in China; they bring real money. But I suppose these things are like the measles; they are part of any nor mal state of adolescent childhood. For tunately the ehild is robust. Chicago may at present be possessed of both the long neck and omnivorous appetite of an ostrich, but after we have passed through the experimentations of ado lescence a sane and constructive resi duum may be ours. Right now Papa Bulliet has ample material for Chicago's artistic baby book. A few years from now he will point with pride to each item and whis per into your ear that "I Will Chicago did this when she was ten years old. At eleven she produced the world's masterpiece in sculpture with a full length figure of Walt Whitman, and look at the press notices she got. In fact we were all sure that she would grow up into an artist. She was so original. But that Whitman statue was the last thing she did. You know some one said that it resembled Victor Hugo by Auguste Rodin. How preposterous. Alfeo did this hiself with a stiff brush and a broomstick. I discovered him do ing it and gave him three columns in the Post. There can be no comparison between this real American sculpture and Rodin. It looks bad for Rodin. The poor child simply could not stand for being compared to anybody so in tellectually vulgar. So you see she went to Woodstock and run a grocery store. She was such an original cheild." "Thar's gold in them thar mountins ..." . . . and more! For from the quiet depths of the Ozarks comes the health giving MOUN TAIN VALLEY MIN ERAL WATER. Clear and fresh just as it gushes from the spring it is sent in handy sized bottles to your door. Un excelled as a table water it has been recommend ed by physicians every where. Inquire about this famous water from Hot Springs (Ark.) . Ask your physician . . . 'Phone or write for Booklet We Deliver Mountain Valley Water Co. 739 W. Jackson Blvd. Monroe 5460 North Shore Branch, Eranston 2609 Broadway Ph. 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But of course Stuck (our Franz of former days) is consid ered by those who know to be one of the Seven Angels of the New Revela tion. To me he looks like a washed out edition of Henner. That his Judith was painted in the manner of Henner would be too mild a word. This is a complete absorption; color rendering, handling of masses, transition of light and all. Evidently it is not known in Germany that Henner has been seen in Chicago. The rest of the Munich show strikes no clearer note. It is a bunch of sentimental kibosh which might have been produced at home with much bet ter chance of being interesting. BORIS ANISFELD possesses a clever sense of the decorative values combined with an elemental sense of strength in his delineations. His work has that sense of exotic feel ing which seems to be a heritage from the mongolian background of the Rus sian people. It has that repressed emo tional aspect which gives color and zest to most all of the creative work which originates in Russia. Russian art repre sents the contrasts of a cultural back ground applied to an almost unbridled team of primitive impulses. Reverting again to my gastronomic similes I would liken Anisfeld's art to a Russian caviar. Nicely arranged, pretty to look at, de lectable enough in the first instance, but to be eaten with a certain amount of reserve. IN Nathaniel Hawthorne we find work with a real purpose and feel ing. We are told that Hawthorne be longs to the National Academy, and we hasten to recognize the merits of such a distinction. In fact, if there is even a hint of objection in the works of Hawthorne it would seem to be that it is too well done. Each canvas is a lesson in the perfection of the handling of material. Technique seems here to be expressed in all the different phases of her many ramifications. The Lure of the Torchere The torchere — dainty outgrowth of the floor lamp — is filling a real need in many of the better homes — on a landing, in a dar\ corner, at the sides of the fireplace, setting of a rare tapestry or mirror. Metalarts torcheres are exquisite creations — daintily hand-molded metal stems; bases substantially formed to please the eye; shades hand'cut into rhythmic birds, flowers and vines carefully creeping over delicately stained imported glass, through which little rays of soft light restfully flow and lend an atmosphere of charm to any room. We invite you to visit our Studios and see not only our torcheres, but more than 250 fine pieces of metal furniture and hand-carved European cabinets, chairs, tables, etc. This display is surpassed by none in America. Hours 9 to 5 Metalarts Studios 451 E. 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He misses the best sport cards and hears the dullest concerts, suffers in the worst galleries, attends the first night of a bicycle race and the last night of a musical show — both on poor tickets. You all know him. The Chicagoan would be his salvation. Only he forgets to ask for it at the newsstands and never thinks to subscribe. That's all. Except for a tactful mention of the coupon even now palpitating below. The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn St. Chicago, 111. Send "The Chicagoan" one year $3.00 — two years $5.00. Name Address. City .State- There is with all of this a certain pathos in the work of Hawthorne. Per haps it reflects that very feeling of irony which shadows the works of all great artists. The feeling that youth possessed a vision minus the technique; and then the race, tuck and finish, whether the vision should remain un- til it might become adequately ex- pressed through the painfully acquired technique. American art is infinitely richer by the fact that Hawthorne has managed to sustain his creative capac- ity over such a long period of time. These paintings, mature and deliberate in their execution, call forth a train of thought much deeper than the subject matter which they represent. They have the flavor of a fine mind and of a herocially sustained effort. After all, those are the ingredients by which the artist gives to the most commonplace object such an adequate representation of its place in the eternal processes. ERNEST L. BLUMENSCHEIN be longs to the Taos colony of artists, and he has caught in a very remark' able way the dramatic grandeur of the native American and his terrain. To Blumenschein man presents but an in cident in the grand panorama of the hills. The power of suggestion in these canvasses is superb. The austere masses of the hills arrange themselves in great planes surmounting one another even into the limitless reaches of the sky. Man and his works seem but an echo of the myriad of forgotten feet which have danced the primitive war-dances through these forests since the dawn of primordial day. Blumenschein knows how to extract values from his mate rials. He accents detail yet succeeds in securing coherence. There is in him no obvious play to the gallery. Nature is presented, striking or somber, as re flected through his sympathetic and knowing eyes. Again, this International Jamboree at the Art Institute serves as a vindica tion for American Art. The foreigners are carrying coals to Newcastle. It brings forcefully to the beholder the value of sincerity in the representation of the laws of beauty. One can pre dict that those intellectual philanderers who search for the elegant naivete with a magnifying glass will sooner or later find their permanent home in the baby book along with apples and madonnas. Chicago is cosmopolitan, and I suspect she knows more than she lets on. — OSKAR J. W. HANSEN. 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