For Forfnigjb-r- Ending February 11,1928 IF Reg. U. S. Pat. Off. In the age of chivalry fine needle work ivas an artistic achievement. The very needlework of the Packard of today reflects the pride -which Packard -women take in aiding to produce the best built car in the -world. The Dietrich Convertible Sedan as illustrated, is on display at The Drake and the Coliseum. Custom bodies by the world's Joremost build ers, designed and built by each •within his men shops, are also on display, together with the finest examples »/ Packard's own coach icnrl . At The Dra\e Salon and Coliseum Never has Packard felt more pride in Packard models than in those await ing you this year at The Drake Salon and the Coliseum. And never has Chicago been more cordial in its approval of Packard than in the year just passed or more eager in its welcome than for the year to come. Though Packard has never resorted to yearly models, either in engineering or ap' pearance, Packard's progress in both has always been a standard for the industry. And now with Packard factories busier than ever in nearly thirty years of fine car building, Packard passes on its appreciation to you in a reduction of price ranging from $500 to $700 on the magnificent Packard Eight. We extend you a cordial welcome to visit us at The Drake Salon or Coliseum and share with us our pleasure in the finest Packards that Packard has ever known. PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO Michigan Avenue at Twenty-fourth Street Branches Belmont Hotel Evanston Hubbard Woods PA CIARD ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE 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. 10— For the Fortnight ending February 11. (On Sale January 28.) Entered as second-class matter at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUECUICAGOAN GETTING DOWN TO FACTS ABOUT ORIENTAL RUGS! There is no need of being skeptical about your purchase of Oriental Rugs — if you confine your selections to Revell's. For over 50 years this institution has specialised in Oriental Rugs of that type of character and quality that assures infinite satisfaction. You can buy confidently at RevelFs. We have selected several hundred rugs from our magnificent collection of Antiques and high class modern Oriental Rugs, which will be offered in this event at such genuine reductions as to insure a quick sale. We quote but a few of the many alluring values offered. Large Antique Persian Rugs $95.00 $165.00 $265.00 $375.00 These rugs are from Fereghan, Shiran, Hamadan and Mosul districts in all their old quaint natural colors and designs; good strong pieces that will stand years of hard wear. Si^es range from four feet six inches to five feet wide and from eight feet six inches to eleven feet in length. Fine Persian Sarouk Carpets $675.00 $750.00 $875.00 Value $950 Value $1,075 Value $1,200 In dark, rich tone effects, suitable for living rooms, parlors, dining rooms, large halls, etc. Sises range from seven feet ten inches to eight feet nine inches wide and from nine feet three inches to twelve feet long. "The Home Should Come First" RevellS at WABASH and ADAMS 2 TWECI4ICAG0AN OCCASIONS AUTOMOBILE SHOW— (See Exhibits.) CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— Continuing in a brilliant winter season. Evenings, Saturday and Sunday matinee. Call Har' rison 1240 for program detail. CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA — The thirty-seventh year. Friday (Matinee) and Saturday (Evening). Call Harrison 0362 for midweek programs. BASKET BALL — Chicago vs. Minnesota at Chicago, Jan. 28; Northwestern vs. Minne- sota, Evanston, Jan. 30; Chicago vs. Mich' igan at Chicago, Feb. 4; Chicago vs. Ohio State at Chicago, Feb. 6; Northwestern vs. Illinois at Champaign, Feb. 8. HOCKET — Coliseum. Blackhawks vs. Pittsburgh, Feb. 8; Blackhawks vs. Montreal, Feb. 10. LOCAL HOLIDAY — Chicago and en virons — Feb. 11. Next issue of The Chicagoan arrives by mail at homes of foresighted citizens and becomes available on salestands of better newsvendors. EXHIBITS Motors AUTOMOBILE SHOW— Jan. 28-Feb. 4, a public showing of automotive vehicles under the sponsorship of the National Automobile Chamber of Commerce. The following cars are on view: Auburn, Buick, Cadillac, Chandler, Chevrolet, Chrysler, Cunningham, Diana, Dodge, Durant, Elcar, Erskine, Essex, Falcon, Flint, Franklin, Gardner, Hudson, Hup- mobile, Jordan, Kissel, La Salle, Lincoln, Locomobile, McFarlan, Marmon, Moon, Nash, Oakland, Oldsmobile, Packard, Paige (Graham-Paige), Peerless, Pierce- Arrow, Pontiac, Reo, Star, Stearns, Stude baker, Stutz, Velie, Whippet, Willys- Knight, and Wolverine. At the Coli seum, 1513 South Wabash. Excepting Sunday, when the exhibit is closed, show hours are from 10 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. The admission, seventy-five cents. Automobile Salon DRAKE HOTEL — Additional showing of high-priced cars: Cadillac, Chrysler 80, Cunningham, Franklin, Isotta-Frachini, La Salle, Lincoln, Mercedes, Minerva, Packard, Pierce-Arrow, Rolls Royce, Stearns-Knight and Stutz. Custom body builders, whose products make up a sec ond exhibit, are: Brewster, Brunn, Der- ham, Dietrich, Fisher, Fleetwood, Hol- brook, Judkins, Le Baron, Locke, Murphy, Rollston, Weymann, and Willoughby. Foreign builders are: Castagna and Sala, Italy; d'leteran Freres, Belgium; Kellner, Hibbard and Darrin, and Million-Guiet, France. STEVENS HOTEL — An exposition given over to the products of General Motors. BLACKSTONE— An exhibit of Dodge cars. COJiGRESS — An exhibit of Chrysler cars. SHORELAH.D— An exhibit of Cadillac cars. HUDSOK'ESSEX SALON— An exhibit of Hudson-Essex cars at 1006 South Michigan Avenue. STAGE Musical Comedy CRISS CROSS— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. The Stones, Pappa Fred and Daughter Dorothy, in an ex travaganza designed to show off those nimble entertainers, but in a piece some what hampered by a not so nimble libretto. Nice. Evenings 8:15. Wed. and Sat. 2:15. HIT THE DECK— Woods, 54 West Ran dolph. State 8567. Queenie Smith and Trixie Friganza in a stage piece raucous with seagoing humor. A loud, large, lusty evening. Curtain up at 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. A HIGHT IH SPAIN— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Aileen Stanley replaces Marion Harris in the Harris, Phil Baker, Ted Healey trio. A stomach shaking piece for the audience, and a notable cooch dance by the Gertrude Hoffman girls. Gay stuff. Evenings 8 :20. Sat. and Wed. 2:30 JUST EANCT— Olympic, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A musical show which bids fair to become a classic to this town. A whole galaxy of stars. Re viewed scrupulously on page 20. Curtain evenings 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. THE DESERT SONG— Great Northern, 21 Quincy. Central 8240. An enduring and deserving vehicle for Sigmund Rom berg's moving lyrics. Excellent singing by 100 voices. And a brave, glamorous romance most competently acted. Even ings 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. PEGGY-ANN— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. Opening Jan. 23 and modestly forecast as "America's greatest musical hit," this song and dance presentation promises to be a laudable thing nevertheless. With Lulu McCon- nell. To be reviewed. EARL CARROLL'S VANITIES— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Harrison 6510. The sixth version of Dr. Carroll's eye and ear treatment, opening Jan. 22, with Moran and Mack and plenty of stars including Johnny Dooley. Looks good from here. To be reviewed. D rama THE CONSTANT WIFE— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 1880. Ethel Barrymore in propaganda for the single standard (the looser version), ably car ried out in the shrewd lines of Somerset Maugham. Worth viewing. Evenings 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. TWO GIRLS WANTED— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. Not a retaliatory piece to the above, but a com edy of the poor working girl, and amus ingly done. Evenings 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SQUALL— Adclphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A hectic storm of sexy- urges with Blanche Yurka experiencing most of them at 8:15 evenings. Wed. and Sat. at 2:15. Coming soon, Jeanne Eagcls in HER CARDBOARD LOVER. BEHOLD THIS DREAMER— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. A drama of aspiration, so-so in places and excellent in others. Those who do like it arc well pleased indeed. 8:15 and 2:15 on Wed. and Sat. Well worth a venture. THE MASK AND THE FACE— Good man Art Theatre, Lakcfront at Monroe. Central 7085. A comedy of cuckoldry enthusiastically done (both). Evenings 8:15. Mat. Fri. 2:15. THE KONGO— Minturn Central, 64 East Van Burcn. Harrison 5800. A tropical evening wherein Uncle Tom gets him a tom-tom. Evenings 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. MINTURN PLAYERS— Chateau, Broad way at Grace. Lakcvicw 7170. Stock performances of last year's hits. Call theatre for further information. Variety PALACE— Randolph at La Salle. State 6977-8-9. Stars "at liberty" pick up the pennies in two-a-day capers. Also hand standing gentlemen and snappy come back boys in high button coats and sailor straws. Call theatre for program information. CINEMA (Time-Table on Page 23) UHITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Douglas Fairbanks as The Gaucho* with no distracting sideshows. Continuous, indefinitely. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— Emil Jan- nings a martial Slav in The Last Com- mand, worth anybody's time. Continu ous, indefinitely. Pictures only. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State — Holly wood's gay idea of Erskinc's gay Private Life of Helen of Troy until Feb. 6; then a celluloid Gentlemen Prefer Blondes in definitely. Continuous, without stage- show. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — Dare devil's Reward, appropriately captioned, until Feb. 6; then Soft Liw'ng, eyefully graced by Madge Bellamy, for seven or more days. Continuous, with Movietone T^etus, which is something to see and hear. PLAYHOUSE— 410 S. Michigan — Reviv als of artistically approved photoplays containing Jannings and others. With tea in the lounge and wit in the captions CHICAGO— State at Lake— Beau Sahreur] (Continued on page 4) ESTABLISHED 1840 THE Fischer is what you want, hope and expect to find in a piano bearing so honored a name. The Fischer has tone — glorious, warm and mellow with eighty-seven years of artistic experience. The Fischer has character — the clean cut personality that has made it respected and well loved in upwards of a quarter million homes. The Fischer has distinction — by reason of its high position abroad (it is sold in every principal country throughout the world) — by reason of its scientific construction — by reason of its case designs in Period as well as Colonial models. And the Fischer has a price that makes its pur chase an easy matter. You may own this lovely Grand for as little as $875. And even that may be spread out over a period of several years if you wish. np A moderate deposit will secure immediate delivery of JL CFlilS any piano or Ampico in our Warerooms. The balance may be divided into small monthly payments extending over a period of two years. Your present piano will be accepted in exchange. STEGER & SONS PIANO MFG. CO. STEGER Building, Northwest Corner Wabash and Jackson Harrison 1656 4 TUECUICAGOAN (Continued from page 2) echo to Beau Geste, Jan. 30-Feb. 5. Love and Learn, demonstrated by Esther Ral ston, for seven days. Continuous, with stage and pit intrusions. ORIENTAL — 20 W. Randolph — The Whip Woman, Estelle Taylor as which, Jan. 30-Feb. 5. Wife Savers, more of Beery and Hatton, Feb. 6-12. Plus Paul Ash. UPTOWN — Broadway at Lawrence — The Love Mart* Jan. 30-Feb. 5. London After Dar\, a minor Chaney, Feb. 6-12. Continuous, with jazz festooning. TIVOLI— 6327 Cottage Grove— The Go rilla,* Jan. 30-Feb. 5. London After Dar\, pliable Mr. Chaney, Feb. 6-12. Continuous, with stageshow. SENATE— Madison at Kedzie— The Go rilla * Jan. 30-Feb. 5. The Love Mart* Feb. 6-12. With bands and things. GARRICK— 64 W. Randolph— Al Jolson achieves the two-a-day as an animate and articulate The Jazz Singer. 2:30 and 8:30. ERLANGER— 127 N. Clark— Ceicil B. DeMille's The King of Kings, H. B. Warner portraying Him, opening Feb. 12. Twice daily. *Reviewed on page 23. TABLES BLACKSTON HOTEL— 65 6 South Mich igan. Har. 4300. For a generation a Chicago standard of impeccable innkeep- ing. Irving Margraff's string quintet. Headwaiter, the able August Dittrich. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. Gracious in a long tra dition of Palmer hospitality. The Palmer House Symphony Orchestra in the Em pire 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, glit tering, 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 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. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 Rush. A very Nordic eating parlor rejoicing in good food and the company of nice peo ple with an admirable taste in victuals. ST. HUBERTS OLD EHGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Wabash 0770. The stately victuals of Albion lusciously served. Mut ton chops here reach the highest ultimate. BLACKHAWK RESTAURANT — 139 North Wabash. Dearborn 6260 (for res ervations). Dining and dancing, princi pally dancing, to the melodious Coon- Sanders bandsmen. Ted Van Scuyver over the tables. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Hard Water, by Burton Browne . . . Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Your Geographer 4 A Play With a Purpose 6 Intimate Chicago Views 8 Topics of the Town, by Martin J. Quigley 9 Do You Know Your Chicago? 10 Toast to the King 11 If I May Say So, by Gene Markey. ... 12 The Low-Down on Jai Alai, by Charles Collins 13 The Village of Evanston, by Davis Streeter 15 Motors, Automobiles and Vehicles 16 New Wine in Old Bottles, by Samuel Putnam 18 Ashton Stevens, -by Randolph Wells 19 The Stage, by Charles Collins 20 Douglas Fairbanks, by Carreno 22 The Cinema, by W. R. Weaver 23 Books, by Susan Wilbur 24 Journalistic Journeys, by Francis C. Coughlin 25 Sports, by Joseph Dugan 26 Music, by Robert Pollak 27 Art, by Ulysses Jones 28 The Chicagoenne, by Edna Cory. ... 29 Joke 32 In tne Next CHICAGOAN On Sale February n Chicago's Lincoln A St. Gaudens Sunday By Constantin Aladjalov How Are Your Climbing Chances? A Questionnaire — with Answers — for Aspiring Chicagoans By Arthur Meeker, Jr. Aristocrat of Rough Games The Spectacular Side of Hoof Hockey By Charles Collins The Lady of the Tithes An Intimate Pen Portrait of Mabel Reinicke By Genevieve Forbes-Herrick Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. The choice tavern of suave and wealthy Gold- coasters. One of the very best. John Birgh is headwaiter. THE DRAKE— Michigan Avenue at Lake Shore Drive. Superior 2200. A celebri ties' stopping place, genial, smart, and popular. Dancing to the smooth melo dies of Bobby Meeker. Eating in the main dining room under the attentive eye of Peter Ferris. L'AIGLOK — 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 "Teddy" 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 Ed wards' orchestra. Vincent Laczko at the tables. SUNSET— 35th and Calumet. Douglas 1074. Still scaled by the G — boys. Helas! MIDNIGHT 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 all night. The loudest — though harmless — 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. ART ART INSTITUTE— Continuing the one- man shows of Bluchenschein, Hennings, Hawthorne, and Anisfield. Sculpture by Faggi. The magnificent vivisection of Parisian types in the lithographs of Toulouse-Lautrec. ACKERMANN'S— Water color and pastel by Richmond. Old English color prints. ANDERSON'S — Painting and drawing by Everett Shinn. CHICAGO GALLERIES ASSOCIATION^ — Paintings by Heinze; the much dis cussed marbles by John David Brcin. Comment on page 28. CHESTER JOHKSOK GALLERIES Dutch and English portraiture (old mas ters). Modern French painting (new masters). NAHIGIAN BROTHERS— Silk and an tique rugs from the orient. M. O'BRIEN AND SON— American and foreign artists. Etching by Joseph Pen- nell. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES— Ex tremely interesting modern work by Pi casso, Braque, Marie Laurencin, Survage, Storrs, Utrillo, Brancusi, and Helene Perdriat. Beaufrere's etchings. TUECUICAGOAN The Hudson 4 Passenger Super-Six Victoria Setting the Vogue of Tomorrow Greater Beauty With wonderful super-six performance There is something about the lines of a well designed coupe that gives an added distinction to automobile ownership. In the Hudson Victoria, Hudson body- designers have succeeded admirably in building dis tinctive coupe lines into a car of more than ordinary coupe capacity. Here are all the finest characteristics of appearance and comfort that can be built into a car for per' sonal use. See the super custom-built bodies at the Hudson- Essex Salon, 1006 S. Michigan boulevard. HUDSON MOTOR CO. OF ILLINOIS 2220 South Michigan Ave. Calumet 6900 6 TUECUICAGOAN t You are invited to attend Willys Overland DeLuxe Display Whippet and Willys Knight Fine Motor Cars Palmer House • Street Level — State St. Entrance Jan. 28th -Feb. 4th 8:30-10:30 Daily 19 2 8 TUECUICAGOAN IS THE MAQNET THAT drOWJ^ the, ctcwds hr Nash HO IONG after your visit to the Motor Show ^j you'll remember the style and luxury of the Nash group of fine motor cars. The color harmonies will strike you as excep tionally charming. Notice their depth and brilliancy. They are applied by the Nash deep- lustre process. Notice, also, the straight-grained and knurled walnut and walnut finish paneling — the steer ing wheels done in solid walnut with their at tractive inlaid design — the comfort and luxury of Nash tufted and form-fitted seats. Authen tic period patterns for the silvered interior- ware add still another touch of style. Every detail is correct. Notice the quality in Nash upholsterings — and their wide range of attractive hues — strik ing two-toned effects in black and mauve, smoke, taupe, turquoise, Baltic Green and many others. These fabrics are chosen from the looms of the leading textile originators. STANDARD SIX $865 TO $1085 — SPECIAL SIX $1135 TO $1445 — ADVANCED SIX $1340 TO $1990 F. O. B. THE FACTORIES You'll find it very difficult to realize that so highly desirable a motor car can be purchased at so reasonable an outlay. Style is the magnet that is drawing the crowds to Nash, at the Motor Show! CHICAGO NASH COMPANY H. T. Hollingshead, Pres. 2000 Michigan Ave. 2501 Michigan Ave. NASH SALES COMPANY {Wholesale Distributors) J. W. Brewer, Gen. Mgr. 2000 Michigan Ave. (7329) TUECUICAGOAN Intimate Chicago Views Samuel Insull, President Chicago Ra£id Transit Lines (Topics of the <Tbu)n T, .Mr. Insull Builds HE salutary influence of indus- trialism upon art is graphically depicted in the plans for the new Chicago opera building recently disclosed by Mr. Samuel Insull. The material consid eration involved in this monumental undertaking, which seem in no way to disturb Mr. Insull's urbanity, would be devastating to most of the tempera' ments which are indigenous to art. For Mr. Insull it is just another project. In the orderly and systematic ways of great industrialism this project is mov- ing quietly toward realization, along with power houses, factories, transit lines and real estate developments. The question will be asked, "What does Mr. Insull know about building an opera house?" An adequate answer to this question, we are quite sure, will be supplied when Chicago's new audi' torium is thrown open to the public. served this able seaman. The "no snooping" order comes as no shock to Chicagoans who have crossed in this ship. Liquor on the high seas, even in The Leviathan, has always been obtainable but the process and the cost involved are too sharp re minders of home. In this sense freedom of the seas is just as far off as dry- speaking Congress can make it. c Ruling Ireland C COMMODORE HERBERT HARTLEY, commander of the S. S. Leviathan, on his recent visit to Chicago of fered public assurances that there has been and would be no "snooping" for liquor on his ship. "There is no one in the United States who will give me orders to go around and snap up glasses at the tables," ob- 'HICAGOANS who may have been inclining toward the belief that "the Irish question" is a somewhat set tled issue must have been surprised, if not shocked, by incidents attending the visit in Chicago of President Cosgrave of the Irish Free State. It does seem that as far as the whole body of Ameri cans of Irish descent are concerned the question is only settled to the extent that unanimity exists among the natives of the various European nations as to what country won the World War. But questions that have been centur ies in growing cannot be settled forth with this side of Paradise. It is all very well for American sympathizers to reject compromise and refuse to be intimidated, meanwhile remaining safe and secure on the western shore of the Atlantic. But when the majority of those immediately concerned, to whom Ireland is a place to live and not merely the subject of a few recollections and some ballads, accept a scheme of gov ernment we think any contrary Ameri can vote is unimportant. Especially during a period of recon struction in any country there is always room, and plenty of it, for criticism. But suppose President Cosgrave's salary is twice the salary of the presi dent of the United States. If he can rule Ireland successfully he will earn it. T, Traffic HE ordinance against motor car parking in the central districts of Chi cago seems to rate substantially as a public benefaction, but, alas, it is to be subjected to other tests. Aid. John Coughlin, the lyric council member from Ward 1 who numbers a considerable group of trade names among his constitu ency, is dis pleased with the ordinance and when Mr. Coughlin is displeased un easiness stalks the council chamber. The perhaps momentary en forcement of the ordinance 10 TUECUICAGOAN which we are enjoying has re- dedicated the streets to the purpose of transporta tion. The jungle that has been the Loop district has been untangled. Travel by motor has again become somewhat quicker than by foot. These benefits should be worth retaining, but we shall see. . . . The operations of the ordinance bring plainly into view the part played by the cruising taxicab in snarling traf fic. A cruising taxicab, sauntering ahead slowly and pausing at street in tersections while the driver surveys for possible fares, is hardly any improve ment over a line of cars parked at the curb-stone. In New York, a similar difficulty of the traffic situation has resulted in plac ing the cruising taxicab securely under check. In many quarters of New York City an unengaged taxicab is immedi ately ruled off the principal thorough fares. Chicago might well look to this feature of improving traffic conditions. An over-abundance of taxicabs on the city's streets brings sharply into view the question of whether a taxicab license is for the convenience and necessity of the public or whether it is a carte blanche for the use of the pub lic streets for private gain. The "Racket' Serves CVEN pursuit of the "Racket" — which term being the vernacular for the beer-running, bootlegging activities and allied vocations — may not be with out its public benefactions. Some time ago a disreputable and badly run down hospital in Chicago was purchased by some prominent operators in the "Racket" for the simple purpose of hav ing at their disposal a channel through which alcohol could be obtained under government permit to be employed by them for uses which they deemed pleas ant and profitable. The hospital structure was rehabili tated and a rather praiseworthy effort was made to conduct it as a hospital should be conducted. Patronage im mediately increased and this was very pleasing to the racketeers because it insured for them opportunities to draw larger quantities of alcohol. In tune with the spirit of management, con valescents were provided with good, drinkable beer and this, too, was no deterrent to further popularity. Eventually the hospital building was substantially increased in size and it is You Know — Where is this chateau? now a competent and well-equipped in stitution rendering a worthy service to the community. And meanwhile it is efficiently serving its original purpose in enabling its owners to withdraw in creasingly larger amounts of alcohol from government bond. T, Radio Ads HE uses of radio broadcasting for advertising purposes are becoming com plex and far-flung. Radio entertain ment that is worth listening to costs money, and someone must pay for it. In the early days of radio the public seemed to feel that through some mys terious channels radio entertainment would be supplied to them, but just how or when it would be paid for re mained as obscure as the workings of the receiving instrument itself. But with the development of worth while programs the hand of commerce and trade manipulating the microphone became apparent. Now practically — this budding civic ornament ? everything of importance that is broad cast is paid for by someone — someone who has something to sell. The cost of the broadcast service is governed principally by an evening rate and a daytime rate — the former being about twice the price of the latter. The average evening hourly rate of the lead ing local stations, serving a limited ter ritory, is about three hundred and fifty dollars; one-half hour about two hun dred dollars. In the daytime the hourly rate is about one hundred seventy-five dollars and the half hourly rate about one hundred dollars. Practically all radio advertising is of the indirect variety. Obviously the public will not listen to harangues about the effectiveness of this toothbrush or the durability of that motor car, so advertisers sue for attention by provid ing some kind of entertainment through which there are interspersed brief an nouncements mentioning the trade TUECUICAGOAN n -Your Chicago? — this lively lounge ? names of products with which they are concerned, and also registering the fact that the entertainment is made avail able "through the courtesy" of the ad vertisers. In addition to the rate charged by the broadcast station the advertiser pays the cost of the talent used in producing the entertainment. This alone reaches a considerable figure in the more im portant programs. It is understood that Colliers Wee\ly, which broadcasts an hour's program — this pioneer nightclub? through a network of stations on Sun day evenings, conducts this gesture for public attention at an expense of ap proximately $10,000 per week. M: Toast to the King lR. MICHAEL J. FAHERTY, who does the building that the Mayor vocalizes, is a strategist in matters other than brick and mortar. Some months ago in England after a visit to Ireland — a country about which he is reputed to treasure some little sentiment — he was the honored guest at a London din ner attended by an imposing list of notables, including a collection of titled dignitaries which might have tempered the jollification for an Irishman less versed in the ways of diplomacy than Mr. Faherty. Before cigars the customary toast to the King was called for and Mr. Fah erty was honored with an invitation to make the pronouncement. With recol lections of St. Patrick's Day in Chi cago, Mr. Faherty rose and in his very best Cook County Republican Commit tee manner spoke feelingly of the honor which had been conferred upon him, but added— also feelingly — that in his country the custom is that the most distinguished guest present was always given the privilege of pronouncing the toast to the President. Whereupon he smilingly resigned the toasting of the king to a distinguished member of the House of Lords, thereby insuring that no questioning eyes or curling lips among the Hibernians of Chicago would greet him upon his re turn. Chicago Runs 1 N nominating Reigh Count and Anita Peabody for the Kentucky Derby Mrs. John Hertz has made the first entries of the year for this most popu lar of American race events. These two entries from a Chicago stable give high promise that a Chicago horse will be a leading contender in the race. If the Derby trophy is returned to a Chicago stable the already flourishing thoroughbred sport in and about Chi cago will receive an added stimulus. In lesser events during the coming sea son there will be many other Chicago horses contending for honors, while Chicago entries will be conspicuous at the Spring, Summer and Fall race meet ings at the Chicago tracks. Several leading Chicago show horse stables, including those of Mr. E. J. Lehmann and Mr. O. W. Lehmann, have lost allegiance to the dubious sport of exhibiting horses in the show ring and are now bending efforts toward establishing reputations in the thor oughbred racing game. Thoroughbred racing cannot prosper or even live under professional atten tion alone. The healthiest influence upon the sport, here and elsewhere, is the increasing interest being devoted to it by amateur sportsmen. MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 12 TUECUICAGOAN I P I MAY /AY SO The Flavor Ought to Last I HAVE recently come upon a star tling bit of information, which can't very well be kept a secret much longer. And since it is bound to be divulged one of these days the expose might as well take place now — come what may. (If anything.) It concerns the peculiar, not to say poisonous, flavor that has been detected — even tasted — in Lake Michigan water of late. You may recall that the official statement blamed the factories on the Indiana shores? Well, it appears that the factories on the Indiana shores are not to blame at all. That was just propaganda against Indiana. I have it on very good authority. Well, on pretty good authority. Anyway, I have it. Naturally, as in all such cases of grave import, there is a great deal of mystery hanging over this whole affair, but I feel it my duty to present the facts fearlessly. Readers of The Chi cagoan, though supposedly aware, are not aware of this. They are entitled to know the truth about the peculiar, not to say poisonous, taste in the water. Everybody ought to know. Suppose somebody asks you — what are you go ing to reply? What is a father to say when his little child sits on his lap and with wide eyes inquires: "Papa, give me the low-down on why the water tastes like what you put in the radiator to keep the car from freezing?" Shall he pull that obvious alibi of the Indiana factories? Is it fair to fool the little children? Of course, this reasoning does not apply if the wide-eyed person sitting on Papa's lap isn't a child. But it is time that the great water-taste scandal be aired. And, fortunately, this is the best season of the year for airing scandals, rugs, or what have you. My information came, cloaked in secrecy, from two authentic sources, Mr. A and Mr. B. (Names furnished in plain envelope, on receipt of two cents, to cover postage.) Both A and B are men of letters, and well-known. This is not the first time their names have appeared side by side. A and B sprang into prominence with the pub lication of the old arithmetic book, and they have faced many a problem to gether. Now do you remember them? ("If A walks five miles and B walks ten miles, how far is it to Springfield?") That is the sort of thing A and B were famous for. The miles those boys walked! IT was really A who tracked down the great water-taste fraud, but authorities agree that he could not have done it without the aid of B. Or, as These Americans in Paris Inveterate Playgoer : Would you mind removing your hat, Madame > one authority so tersely stated it : "Where would A be without B's aid?" And another added, laughingly : ''Abie's Irish Rose!" But, of course, this did not count. Before Prohibition A had a fine job as idea man in a brick factory. One of his best-known ideas, as some of you may recall, was to make bricks round, instead of brick-shaped. They were first used to build round-houses for rail roads, and it was at one time believed that the round brick would revolution ize the building industry. But various complications set in. It seems that the bricklayers got to playing ball with the round bricks. Well, things went from bad to worse, and it wasn't long be fore they had organized a league. The bricklayers working on the second floor would play the bricklayers working on the third floor, and so on, until after a while building was practically at a stand-still. Or, impractically at a stand-still, to be more accurate. Of course, this state of affairs could not be tolerated, and it was found neces sary to stop manufacturing round bricks. This decision had one far- reaching effect. The bricklayers ceased to enjoy life. Of recent years anyone who has stood still long enough to watch them can see that they haven't their hearts in their work. But to continue with Mr. A. With his royalties thus curtailed, he resigned from the brick company, and devoted his time to active interference with the enforcement of Prohibition. Several weeks ago, when the drinking-water situation began to leave a bad taste in people's mouths, A be came interested. He had not for a number of years tasted any water personally, but he gathered from ac counts in the newspapers that something was wrong. And he did not for a mo ment believe the story about the Indiana factories. "IT stands to reason, B,"' 1 he said to B, calling him by name, "that if the water in Lake Michigan were going to taste like any state, it would taste like Michigan, rather than In diana!" To which B agreed. So A set about in vestigating. One day he observed two fellows in TUbCUICAGOAN 13 Chicagomen MR. CARL SANDBURG Once Again Puts on the Beard of Lincoln The Low-Down on Jai Alai A Matter of More Than Pari-Mutuel Interest bathing-suits, who had been taking a dip in the icy lake (and not a Tribune or Herald- Examiner photographer in sight!) emerge from the water stagger ing slightly and singing "Sweet Ade line." A at once became suspicious. "Those boys are full of holiday spirits, or I'm a so-and-so," he muttered to himself, and hastened down to the shore. Here he made the amazing discovery that the lake, clinking with ice, smelled like a great big highball in a speakeasy where you aren't known. I have given considerable thought to this problem, and, if I may say so, there is one way — and only one — in which the evil can be remedied. Prohibition officers must be made to stop pouring bad liquor into the lake. If they must pour liquor into the lake, let them pour good liquor — instead of taking it home! If we can be assured that good liquor is being poured into our lake, Chicago ought to become in a very short time the largest and liveliest town in Amer ica. Think of the fun next summer, with the beaches open day and night, and vast crowds lined up at the sand bars. I wish the Chamber of Com merce would do something about this. — gene markey. IT is a strange site for a jazz-floor and a hall of games. Across the street is the cemetery of St. Boniface. On the right flank and the left are the exhibition yards of tombstone carvers. But the Rainbo Gardens rejoice in this ironic contrast. The environment ex presses the hedonist's philosophy: "Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow — ." Somnolent Ravenswood is behind; friv olous Uptown, before. It is a region of the quick and the dead. In spite of its barbar ous title, which has bob- tailed a poetic word into an etymological parallel to "hobo" and "bimbo," the Rainbo (w) now marks the wave-crest of Chicago's advance toward cosmopolitanism. It has im ported jai alai, and has given this Span ish game a setting which rivals the best sporting traditions of Havana, Mexico City, Barcelona and Madrid. Here is a novelty of amusement, launched on an impressive scale, worthy of examination from several points of view. Whether you are a gamester or a sociolo gist, a man-about-town or an anthropologist, a waster or a reformer, you will find jai alai a fascinating excuse for a night out. The fronton (the technical word for the arena of these exhibitions of glori fied hand-ball) has been erected and decorated as if jai alai were as tested an industry as motion pictures. Money has been spent lavishly, and not in bad taste. This is not the usual hole-in- the-wall of the fly-by-night speculator in amusement enterprises. It is a place to which one may take his self-respect. Upon surveying this ample building with its pleasant ^vestibules, its admir able grand-stand for 2,000 spectators, its well-organized system for welcoming visitors, its technical equipment for ini tiating a novice into the customary Spanish way of getting a thrill out of jai alai, one begins to wonder. And one continues to wonder. The imagination strives to conjure up the odd background of negotiation which preceded the investment in this alien sport of almost enough money to endow a college. In the mind's eye one pictures mysterious conferences be tween our grand viziers, alcaldes, prose cutors, police officials, political capital ists, and other pooh-bahs, potentates and powers. There must have been much whispering, nodding and wink ing, followed by hot arguing over un written treaties. Then, no doubt, somebody passed his word, in a man ner which made that pledge more binding than an oath of office, and everything was fixed. Chicago must progress; Chicago shall have jai alai. Of course the Cubans, Mexicans and Spaniards use the game as a means of gratifying their lamentable Latin taste for light gambling; but there must be no betting on the matches in Chicago. There are placards all over the fronton, stating that gambling and bet ting are not permitted. But along one wall of the foyer is a row of box- office windows where hard-faced young men, aided by machines for computing odds, receive "contributions" and pay "refunds." The other wall is ornamented with blackboards which an nounce the hazards and results of the various events on the program, in a mathematical short-hand familiar to everyone who knows his way around a race-track or a greyhound course. But of course there is no betting! One goes to a wicket and "contributes" two dollars or more to the "encouragement" of the player who will wear a red, blue or lavender shirt in the next elimination singles. He does this for the glory of the sport and the stimulation of the pelotario. There is a theory that pro fessional jai alaists rise to great heights of prowess when admired in this man ner. Also, perhaps, one "contributes" 14 TUECUICAGOAN Encouragement' in order to amuse the Girl Friend, who is keen to show the world that she is stepping out with a live one. During the next intermission, if the favored player has achieved a score of eight points before his competitors, you approach a "refund" window with your "encouragement" ticket, and your money plus a certain unearned incre ment in the ratio, say of 3 to 1 , is given back to you. But if your lavender- shirted lad, who looks like a Filipino boxer, and whom you have "encour aged" because the Girl Friend thought he was "cute," has not been the final ist in the match, you merely put your ticket away as a souvenir of an inter esting sporting event. It bears the crude picture of a fish. You wonder if this fish is a symbol of something. Maybe of yourself, as a customer of the pari-mutuel windows. BUT let us consider jai alai as a game rather than as a philanthropy. New to all of us who have not toured in Latin America, it nevertheless bears the glamour of antiquity. Martial, a literary man-about-town of Rome in the first century A. D., mentioned it in his verses one day when he felt bored by the civilized vices of the Eternal City and yearned for wide open spaces of his native Spain. Among the Basques of the Pyrenees, on either side of the frontier, it has been played for centuries. It is the prehistoric parent of the entire repertory of ball-and-wall and ball-and-racket games. The jeu de paume of France, miscalled tennis, was derived from it. Recalling this when Senor Uranga of the Rainbo fronton drives the pelota (ball) with ferocity, one understands why D'Artagnan was afraid of being struck in the face when he played with the Three Musketeers, and thus found an opportunity to cross swords with a certain soldier of the Cardinal named Bernajoux. No less a stylist than Pierre Loti has written a jai alai novel, and anyone who has read that good tale knows that the correct Spanish name for the game is pelota. Jai alai is Basque — a phrase out of a language as old as the Aurignacian cave-men. THE professional pelotarios are re cruited largely from the Basque provinces, hence their difficult, often un-Spanish names. When played by amateurs, the ball is caught and passed with a leather or wooden hand-pro tector called the cesta. The profes sionals use a more cunning device, a curved basket-work scoop, shaped like a section of automobile fender. This is properly called the chistera, although for general usage the word cesta pre vails. The throws with this instrument, which is tied to the wrist, have the speed of a hard-driven golf shot or a violent tennis serve. The ball cannot be held in the cesta when caught, but must be returned to the wall immedi ately, without change of attitude by the player. It is played on the volley from the front wall or on the bounce from the back wall, inside the foul lines; and misses score a point for the passer. The players hurl the lively ball against the wall, catch it on the re bound and dart it back again; and that's jai alai, an extremely simple game demanding a high degree of dexterity and time -reactions of great speed and accuracy. Whether or not it is "the fastest game in the world," according to its slogan, depends upon the point of view from which you begin the argu ment. It has a more rapid tempo than tennis, and its rallies are more sus tained; but the longer flights of the jai alai ball give the player more time to judge the shot. The clicking of the ball into the cesta and its smacking against the wall put a fast pulse-beat into the matches; and the ability of the players to return a shot while nose diving into the back wall or upon the floor adds an element of thrill. There is a lack of variety in the game, how ever, which makes for monotony. Be ing like tennis, merely a contest of sin gles and doubles, the drama of team- play is missing. The "encouragement" factor is necessary for its populariza tion as a spectacle; but it must be fas cinating to the participants, for it prob ably gratifies the elemental instinct which is behind all ball-and-stick games more completely than any other game. In the amount of "shooting" a player gets, jai alai leads the list. THIS sport, plus its traffic in "en couragement" tickets, is a hit in Chicago. It has made an immediate appeal to the lust for amusement which accompanies our prosperity. The at tendance at the Rainbo fronton, more- over, is better in character than one expects at exhibitions of professional ized sport. It is even an improvement in tone and intelligence over our typical theatre audience. High life has adopted jai alai. Wherever the game is discussed, one may hear cynical meditations upon the morality of the players in relation to the odds in the "encouragement'? booths. It is a national characteristic that we never have complete faith in our follies, whether they be politics, pugilism or pelota. But a race whose literary classic is "Don Quixote" may possibly have a sense of honor in games more fantastic and ideal than our own. — CHARLES COLLINS. TUECUICAGOAN 15 f* HICAGO cynics maintain that 92 per cent of the natives of Evanston believe that Chester A. Arthur is still presi dent of the United States. These statis tics do the natives of Evanston grave injus tice. Probably not more than AlYi per cent of them believe that Chester A. Arthur is still Presi dent of the United States. Evanston is a more lively, up-and- dusting town than is generally believed. (Figures may be had, on application to the Chamber of C o m - merce.) Evanston begins at Calvary Cemetery, but certain jesters have been known to express doubt as to the actual boundaries. They say you can't tell which is Evanston and which is Calvary. Smart city fellows have bestowed upon Evanston such derisive sobriquets as "Little Philadelpha" and "the City of the Living Dead." Mention >of Evanston is still good for a laugh on any Chicago stage. This is all very unfair to Evanston. If you don't think Evanston is a wide-awake, hundred per cent community, take a look at Davis Street on a Saturday night, with strings of electric lights overhead, store windows blazing, crowds thronging the sidewalks, and horses and buggies tied at the hitch-rails for blocks. Evanston, like Caesar's Gaul, is divided into three parts: the residential sections of Main, Dempster and Davis Streets They are the three stations of the Northwestern railway and the "L," and each has its own shopping district. Evanston is the nirvana of the suburbanite. The air is clear, the water does not taste of sodium salicylate or potassium permanganate, the crime-rate is low, the birth-rate is high, and if you want to go into Chicago for the theatre of an evening it is possible to get home before Sunday. MOTORING out from town you behold a huge sign which imparts the informa tion that Evanston is the "city of homes." This is intended to make things clear in the minds of those who might have ex pected it to be a city of filling- stations or pop-corn stands. The Village of Evanston The City of Homes' FOUNTAIN SQUARE, EVANSTON, ILL., AS IT IS TODAY FOUNTAIN SQUARE AS DEDICATED JULY 4, 1876 Moreover, the sign is not misleading. Evanston is a city of homes. A very small percentage of its pop ulation sleep on park- benches. Evanston people have homes, and they stay in them. Proprietors of Evan- s t o n motion-picture theatres will attest to this fact. On the subject of motion-pictures, it might be remarked that they are banned in Evanston on the Sabbath day. Thus does Evanston protect the morals of its young — as well as its old and middle-aged. Evanston is not what you would call a sporting center. There is no horse racing or jai alai (pro nounced, jai alai). However, once in a while the furtive rattle of a dice-box may be heard in the rear of a cigar store. In Evanston there are more churches to the square foot than in London, Moscow or New York. In Evanston there is a church on every corner but two, and the Seventh Day Adventists and the Cult of Oom the Omnipotent are building on those lots. Every faith but Buddhism is rep resented in the worship of Evanston. It is the last stand of the Sunday church-goer. Let those skeptics who prophesy the decline and fall of religion take a look at the rows of parked automobiles in front of Evanston's churches on Sun day morning. TIME was when Evanston meant the bank-books and blue blood of the North Shore. That was before Winnetka and Lake Forest set up their siren songs. The old residents of Evanston today are all bank presidents and chairmen of the boards of railroads. They live in vast houses, ranging from the early Tudor to the late Harry K. Thaw periods of architec ture. It is no secret that the Vice-President of the United States lives in Evanston. Fifteen years ago there were no apartment houses cluttering the skyline. Aristocracy had not yet given way to the pro letariat. With the erection of the first apartment building the old residents gathered in indig nation, (Turn to page 32) 16 TUECUICAGOAN Motors, Automobiles and Vehicles The Democratic Convention at the Coliseum A GOOD automobile, like a good pre-war child, should be seen and not heard. To be properly seen, both are washed, dressed, combed, and cau tioned in their party manners. This done they are exposed to the public. Beginning at 2 P. M. January 28 to Feb. 4, it is the automobile's turn. The youngest scion of the House of Ford (not showing) is the roadster, Model A, a brisk youngster of 40 horse power, retailing at $385. The pride of Locomobile is the 7-passenger Town Brougham, 103 horsepower, retailed (if one mentions the term lightly) at $12,- 500. Creatures of steel, glass, rubber and enamel range themselves between. Makes and models on view at the Coliseum, 1513 South Wabash, are: Auburn, Buick, Cadillac, Chandler, Chevrolet, Chrysler, Cunningham, Davis, Dodge, Durant, Elcar, Erskine, Essex, Falcon, Franklin, Gardner, Hud son, Hupmobile, Jordan, Kissel, La Salle, Lincoln, Locombile, McFarlan, Marmon, Moon, Nash, Oakland, Olds- mobile, Packard, Paige, (Graham- Paige) , Peerless, Pierce- Arrow, Pontiac, Reo, Star, Stearns-Knight, Studebaker, Stutz, Veilie, Whippet, and Willys- Knight. The show itself costs 75 cents to the spectator and is in operation (except Sunday) from 10 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. Salon showings, in addition to the gen eral display on the Coliseum floor, are on view in resplendent quarters in downtown hotels. CONTINUING with the child metaphor, something like 50 per cent of the little automobile strangers adopted into Chicago homes will be from the class of car selling at $650 or less. About a quarter of the total will be bought at less than $1,- 000 and more than $650. One eighth will cost $1,000 to $1,300. Another eighth from $1,300 to $2,000. And a scant twentieth of automobile purchasers will smile fondly over a Vogue- shod machine which came at $2,000 or more. Yet this five per cent, feeling the panting tug of new motors under sleek hoods, stand far to the front in horsepower and appoint ments. The Auburn 115 musters 115 horses. The Chrysler 80, 112. Cun ningham V7 summons 95. Gardner 8-95, holds 115 horses in rein. Locomobile 48, 103. Lincoln 90. McFarlan T-V6, 120. Packard 443 cages 106 horses under its long, graceful hood. Pierce- Arrow 36, 100. Stearns-Knight H and Stearns- Knight J, show 112 apiece. Studebaker President hums 100 horses strong. Stutz BB snorts its capacity with 115. And a foreign car, the gaunt Mer cedes, a low, tireless road runner, car ries 180 horses at the behest of its con trol board. The automobile industry, harum scarum at first and then rapidly stabil ized to the production of standard, ef ficient cars, appeals little to its public through a recital of mechanical perfec tions. It is taken for granted that a certain operative standard is met. A hundred horses quiver at the snap of the ignition switch, and the miracle is hardly noticed. But let a manufacturer come out with a new body line and ahhhhh — it is as if Mrs. Smith-Smythe had lost fifteen pounds and gained a new husband. ALL in all, body lines are conserva tive with a trend toward the Eu ropean mode in self propelled vehicles. Spare tires are showing a marked pref erence for the running boards. Hood lines are longer, bodies lower, and radi ators tall, though with a blocky profile. Seen from the front the radiators pre sent a narrow shell garnished with less nickel than has been usual in other year's models. Colors in the higher priced category are conservative, though not standard. Only Lincoln sticks to a set color and a fixed body — the former in several shades, of course. Marmon Eights, a new line and an intriguing one, are longer than the sensational Little Mar mon of last year — 4 inches longer. They are heavier throughout, built on the same Marmon lines, and as Model 78 in a distinguished family should make a stir in the $2,000 fraternity. TUECUICAGOAN 17 (A time- and toe-saving guide to current exhibits of good, bad and merely useful automotive equip ment is provided on fiage 2.) feirjonial sin^ss of Motor topping Paige, under the guidance of the three Graham brothers, is the only car to open the show with a complete new line. The Paige-Grahams (or Graham- Paiges) are a sturdy outfit, seemingly well able to meet and give competition. Cunningham and McFarlan, custom built, and heavy with the sauve gleam ing elegance of a big car in the big class, draw in ocular votes. The Cun ningham French Brougham with a longer and more rakish hood line than that of the old model is impressive as a mile of glass showcase. It boasts a new trunk rack — a mild claim. Pierce- Arrow changes very little; its longhorn design remains constant and satisfying. Rolls-Royce, always custom built, some how always looks the same. A Rolls is a Rolls. So is a Locomobile self- commending. Stutz, in a longer and more piratical body, and with the same stout-hearted engine, announces no standard colors. Each Stutz will have its own finish so that each Stutz customer will be sure there is no du- .j plicate of his gas wagon. ADILLAC retains the same lines, generally speaking. The new La Salle, however, seems huskier; it turns in 80 horsepower; Cadillac turns in 90. The Chrysler 80, a big, fine-looking car, is dis tinctive on the floor. Kissel 8-90, continues to look col- lech. Nothing wrong with looking collech, particularly, but that varsity look re mains as in the 8-80. Hud son and Essex have done things with their coach work. A noteworthy improvement. Yet with everything said about body building, and presumably with every thing done, Packard continues to take the eye of this observer. The long, impeccable Packard line stirs his soul in a grateful, pleasing fashion. The seven passenger convertible town car limousine takes him for a ride. True, there is nothing exactly new about the Packard figure. Neither is there any thing new about the figures M. Zieg- feld exploits. Nevertheless, we raise a cheer. Hooray! A new and sturdier Dodge is on view. And the air-cooled Franklin, a commendable job of auto building. The $1,200-$1,500 class shows a shrewd competitive struggle with Buick — now advertising its 2 -millionth car on the road — Chrysler 62 and 72, Du- rant, Elcar, Gardner, Hudson, Hupmo- bile, Marmon 68, Moon, Nash special and Nash advance 6's, Peerless, Wol verine and Reo, Studebaker, Velie, and Willys-Knight, all priced within a few hundred dollars of each other and all competent jobs of automobile building. We advise picking a car in this group by the eye and hair color of the hand somest salesman; it's a method as satis factory as any. Between $1,000 and $2,000 the maze of choice and counter- choice is so complex that we include tie pattern and spats. It is in this class, perhaps, that the buyer finds severest competition for his dollars and the greatest return for them. Low priced cars remain low priced cars however excellent as such — a common mistake is to suppose them something else, witness the expectations rife during the gestation of both Ford and Chevrolet. CUT the price of the above group in half and you have come head-on into the Ford-Chevrolet duel, complicated by the efforts of Star and Whippet. Unfortunately, Ford is not exhibited at the Coliseum so that the two light-weight rivals do not meet fender to fender. It is predicted that the humble lizzie, Model A, will go 1,000,000 strong the country over. Chevrolet should claim perhaps half as many purchasers. Any discussion of the merits of the two little fellows is a rash entry on burning ground which this correspondent does not choose to make. We mention only Ford's equip ment with Triplex non-breakable glass. And we mention that only as an in dication of the refinements now possible in the small car; we do not argue for either vehicle. Accessories and suchlike shimmering gadgets we pass by. —THE PEDESTRIAN. 18 TUECUICAGOAN PARIS, or Some- where Near. — It is midnight. The boulets (which is French — and cheaper — for an thracite) are burning ambitiously in the grate. On the other side of the room, Azurea, our forty-franc oil-heater from the Flea Market, is doing her best to empoison the atmosphere. The Lady who, some years ago, very kindly, and very rashly, con sented to share my dubious destiny is deep in Letters to America. In the next room, my Destiny himself, aged six teen months, is slumbering. From the sepulchral village street outside comes a sudden flapperish squeal, duly followed by the equine guffaw of the male. "Sounds like home, doesn't it?" "Yea," I murmur, abstractedly, con tinuing my indoor pedestrian exercises. "Probably some bums from the bistro." "But there aren't any drunkards in France. You've said so, yourself. Pro hibition — " "Yes, yes, I know." "What makes you so nervous to night? You make me nervous. Why don't you sit down and read some thing?" "I would, if — what's there to read? Hello, there, what's this? Didn't know I'd brought this along." And I sink down, good till morning, with a copy of my favorite classic, Sig- nor Cato's immortal De re rustica. THE boulets burn on, Azurea is more spiteful than ever, the Let ters to America go forward apace, my Destiny is still slumbering. Somewhere, down the street, a flapperish giggle dies. "Who was Cato, anyway?" "You're looking over my shoulder." "I wasn't. I couldn't help seeing the back." "Signor Cato," I expound, "lived— let me see — well, it must have been some time B. C. His address, if I re member rightly, was Rome." "But what's the book about? Poetry?" "No, agriculture." "You! Reading a book on agricul ture." "What should I be reading a book on, moonshining?" Silence, and more silence. The boulets are beginning to lose something of their youthful energy, Azurea is coughing, there is a boat sailing tomor row, and America is going to have lots New Wine in Old Bottles In Which, Cato Whiskers to Cicero (111.) ML of news. I hear my Destiny stirring in the next room — "Holy gee!" Signor Cato slips from my knee. <<\ A /HAT is it?" V V "I'm sorry, but I've got to go out." "Go out? What! At this time of night?" "Can't help it. 'S important. Fu ture depends on it. Future America, might say — " "But what — what arc you going out for?" "To look for an ivy vase." "To look for what?" "An ivy vase. Means fortune Means world-fame. Means may be elected mayor Chicago or president United States — " "You poor, poor dear!" And two hands caress my incipient (one might say, imminent) Latin-Quarter beard. "You've been working too hard. You must go away tomorrow and take a good long rest — Berlin or Moscow or some place like that, where it's nice and quiet." "Madam," and I draw myself up to my full five-eleven-and-threc-quarters, "I am not going to Moscow. If I go any place, it will be to Cicero!" "That's all right, dear. Don't go and get yourself all worked up. Sit right down here — " "You think I'm crazy, don't you?" "No, not crazy — " "Well, then, just listen to this." And 1 pick up Signor Cato, and road: "S» voles scire in vinum aqua addita s\t, necne, vasculum facito de materia cdcracca. Vinum id, quod pu- tahis aquam habere, eodem mittito. Si habebit aquam, vinum effluet, aqua manebit. NAM NON CONTINET VINUM VAS EDERACEUM." The uppercase*, I might add, is in my voice. "Yes, yes, dear, that sounds very reasonable -" "I forgot! You don't read Latin. Well, then, here goes: 'If you want to know whether or not water has been added to wine, make a little ivy vase. Put the wine, which you think has "wa ter in it, in that same vase. If it con tains water, the wine will run out and the water will remain. For an ivy vase will not hold wine.' There! I guess that ought to hold you. Why, it's the discovery of the age. Just think. All you need do, when you go to your bootlegger's, is carry a little pocket vase. Think of the vast ivy-growing industry that will spread from South Chicago to Evanston, from Cicero to--" "RLn\ my dear, you can't grow ivy D in the lake. And besides, that says wine; it doesn't say bourbon or, which is more likely, synthetic gin. And anyway, it says the wine will run out — the wine, not the water. What arc you going to catch it in?" "I— I hadn't thought of that." There is a squeal from the next room. "I really must go and look after baby." As I sink by the dying boulets, it is, I am sure, the merest accident that Sig nor Cato slips into the fire. I bow my head in resignation, as fame and for tune flee; for I have heard the voice of Destiny. __SAMUEL PUTNAM. ? When daylight came and the sun woke the sleepers. Surf avenue was as busy as on an ordinary night. Throngs surged into the restaurants, and after eating those who were not in suits went to the bathhouses to get rooms for the day. — The former Miami Tab. Suits arc not digestible. THE CHICAGOAN 19 CHICAGOAN/ The First Critic Ashton Stevens ¦¦-_ ...:l ASHTON STEVENS was born in San Francisco in the days when it was San Fran cisco. Fin de siecle 'Frisco shared the billing with New York as the nation's sophisticated capi tal, and over its wind swept, hilly streets hov ered a literary tradition as thick as the fogs that drifted in from the Golden Gate. Ambrose Bierce was then in his hey-day as the local dean of journal ism plus, and George Sterling was beginning to write verses. Young Stevens grew up with a crowd that in cluded Wallace and Will Irwin, Salisbury Field, Holbrook Blinn, Bayard Veillier, Gelett Burgess, and three cartoonists of whom you may have heard : Bud Fisher, "Tad" and Rube Goldberg. At an early age he acquired a contempt for school-masters. This prejudice interfered with the progress of his formal education, and when he should have been conning Longfellow's "Ride of Paul Revere" he was reading Beaudelaire. At length he forsook school entirely, and became a teacher. He gave lessons on the banjo, and his star pupil was William Ran dolph Hearst. While yet a beardless boy he wangled a job as dramatic critic on a weekly paper, and when he began to shave he was promoted to the managing editorship. It was at this time that he bought Jack London's first short-story for $5.00. At twenty-one he was dramatic critic for a daily, and the most quoted dramatic critic in San Francisco. The most impertinent, as well. He made up his own credo of criticism, and hurled tomatoes wherever he chose. Rich ard Mansfield was then the reigning actor upon this con tinent, before whom critics and public kow-towed reveren tially. The en/ant terrible, Stevens, decided that Mr. Mansfield was over-rated, and forthwith fell to panning all his performances. Mansfield, enraged at this unpardon able lese majeste, bit many a nail. One day the theatre manager, out of amiable malice, introduced them on the street, and before Mansfield's frozen hauteur the youthful critic was striken with embarassment. He uttered a few polite phrases, and, by way of making conversation, asked Mansfield why Shaw's new play, "Arms and the Man," was not included in his repertory. "Because," growled Mansfield, "I didn't think you could understand it." "Oh," said Stevens, "I'd hoped that your enunciation had improved." This is a sample of the things he was saying and writing before he was old enough to vote: mots that endeared him to the cynics of the Bohemian club, and made him persona grata in all the ball-rooms and barrooms of San Francisco's SSSi :a:-:o; fUli «>io: JSHr HKSSKSRixi ": :' :'¦' :Q:<iy.o: •:o:<i>:o: -.JXOOTXl ISRixo; golden age. In early Salem he would have been burned as a wit. WHEN the earthquake shook him out of San Francisco this blythe spirit took flight to New York, where, for three years, his gay feutil- lions graced the columns of the Evening Journal. But New York was too close to Broadway; and Broadway offended his aesthetic tastes. Once more he spread his wings, this time toward Chicago. And he and Chicago took an instant fancy to each other. The first week his criticisms appeared here, the well-beloved B. L. T. wrote in his "Line o' Type": "Every time we read Ashton Stevens — which is every time the Examiner goes to press — we think that the original phrase must have been, 'lively as a critic' " So Ashton Stevens hung up his hat in Chicago, and it has hung here for seventeen years. (Not the same hat, of course. He buys a dozen hats a year from Herbert Johnson, of London, Size 8|/2-) He nas a sentimental fondness for Chicago that brings tears to the eyes. Particularly the eyes of New Yorkers. He is a headliner as a dramatic critic for two reasons : he knows the theatre and he loves it. He is always hoping that the play will be good, instead of expecting it to be a portion of fromage. He bases his critical opinions on spinal rather than cerebral reactions. Which is as it should be, since our theatre is an emotional, not an in tellectual, institution. He is offensively "mod ern," and howls loudly at any symptoms of old-fashioned acting. He is Chicago's First Critic because his views on the theatre are more sound than any others appearing in Chi cago newspapers, and because they are written in im peccable prose, embroidered with quips, epigrams and cracks. His style is his own. He would rather attend a Shriners' convention than print a cliche. He has never been known to sacrifice a play or an actor for his own joke — a virtue rare among critics. Percy Hammond and Alexander Woollcott are his only peers in the nefarious trade of dramatic criticism, and both of them point to him with pride. His articles in the Herald-Examiner are read by book-lovers and book-makers, bankers and barbers, because one paragraph may contain a phrase of Paterian purity, while the next offers a low-comedy nifty that Al Jolson will put in tomorrow night's performance. Each year he coins enough new words to keep the boys busy revising vest-pocket dictionaries. For example, when Jim Corbett won the championship and went on the stage, Stevens wrote about his "fistrionic" talent. The last time David Belasco was sued for plagiarism, Stevens wrote that it was probably "just another Belascoincidence." His writ ing bounces happily. Never a dull moment. He talks as well as he writes. But he is an uneasy listener. He never bores a friend— nor an enemy — and 20 TUECUICAGOAN "^r^H^w*™*™*^ ~ f H'ke ST A G E TAm Hunting for First Nighters when he is bored, himself, he makes no effort to conceal it. He is notori ously intolerant, and lives in constant fear of being bored. You can always tell when anyone is boring him : his eyes begin to roll darkly as he looks about for his nearest exit — and he runs, he does not walk. He has a particular horror of men who tell funny stories. He seldom reads a contemporary novel. His tastes run to Laurence Sterne, and he controls the talking rights to Henry James. His favorite maga zines are The American Mercury, The Forum and Variety. Of all the mod ern writers, James Joyce is his pet en thusiasm. The moment Joyce's name pops up in converastion a wild light gleams in Stevens' eye, and his friends reach for their hats. He never swears, and he has not had a drink in fourteen years. He smokes nothing but "corona" Corona cigars. He has not taken any exercise since 1904, except an occasional walk; and then, only as far as the curb — for a taxicab. He thinks the automobile is here to stay, and he believes that Mor ris Gest is an artist. — RANDOLPH WELLS. Poetic Acceptances Walt ~M.ason Joins the "Sfiread-a- Little-Joy-Each-Day League" You wish the world to be more gay, and I'm to give my help, I wit; make some one happier each day, be ever bright and never quit. I think if we'd do more of this the world would be a smoother joint, and there'd be loads of joy and bliss, and gloom would hear us cry, "Aroint!" There is no doubt within my mind that every one upon this sphere when placed here surely was designed to spread joy every day each year. Today I met old Ezra Jones. He said, "Od's Bods, I'm sore and ill. I have rheumatics in my bones. For sooth, life is a bitter pill." "Alack," I said, "do not complain to me in loud and sorry cries. You're not the only one in pain. I know there're lots of other guys." Now that's the talk to hand the grouch who is a pessimistic jay. Each morning when I leave my couch I think of something bright to say. So I will join your Spread Joy Club; I'll scatter lots of bliss and mirth, I'll help you change each sorrowful dub upon this good old human earth. — DONALD PLANT. THE theatres have offered only thin hunting for first-nighters since the last issue of The Chicagoan. My portfolio of programs contains but three playbills upon which reports should be made, and my note-book is vacant of ideas. For the time being, I am in agreement with Mrs. Insull about the unimportance of the stage in the life of this city. It seems to diminish in vividness and value as the municipal perspective expands. No remedy for this condition can be recommended — not even prayer. The Chicago stage is a curious institution, apparently immune to the processes of evolution. The forces of development so prodigiously at work in other phases of our civic life are often opposed to the growth of intelligent play-going. When one reads that Samuel Insull has included space for a small theatre in his impressive plans for the new opera building, one applauds his intention but wonders where he will find suitable plays to put into it. The site chosen for this great enterprise, however, is an encouragement. When opera be gins to thrive on the river bank at Madison Street, theatre managers may discover that their business can be con ducted outside the jungle of the Loop and away from the formidable coast line of Michigan Avenue, where vam pire landlords bleed the drama with high rentals. But no matter; there is a new play in town called "It Makes a Difference." It is actually new, not a shop-worn article from the shelves of the New York dealers in drama; and although it is not a marvel of authorship it con tains certain points that stimulate dis cussion. There was more than the usual amount of frivolous argument about it in the foyer of the Princess at its premiere. Synthetic Marriage * * IT Makes a Difference" takes Judge 1 Lindsey's "companionate mar riage" theory for a ride. It belongs to the school of "when it strikes home" dramas, which always contain pregnant daughters, heart-broken parents, and sobbing calls for a clergyman — or an unethical doctor. After rehashing the current patter in favor of companionate, preparatory, tentative and other low degrees of mar riage, and illustrating the old, old story of reckless lads and careless girls, this piece casts a conservative vote for regu lation, until-death-do-us-part matrimony as the necessary antidote to the perils and pastimes of the younger generation. "The Revolt of Modern Youth," in which Judge Lindsey told the awful truth about the precocious adolescents of Denver, is one of the "hand-props" of the play. Copious passages from that volume of confessional sociology TUtCUICAGOAN 21 have been written into the dialogue. As a play, "It Makes a Difference" is likely to be sunk by its own ballast. It is argumentative, which is a fatal quality in any kind of drama except the French. Its story is fairly good, when one recalls the many old-style "problem plays" which have staggered emotionally over the same theme, but it is. not well balanced or persuasively treated. The plot has situation values: — A senator's daughter, about to be married to an army aviator, finds her self in physiological "trouble" when her anticipatory fiance and "husband in the sight of God" (yes, that grand old phrase is sprung) is ordered on a flight to the Canadian wilderness in search of a lost balloon and fails to return. Her brother, an intellectual of the "journals of opinion" who has been waving the purple flag of sex revolt, finds his theories unpalatable when they come home to roost. The unhappy al- most-bride is plot-driven first toward abortion, then toward suicide; but when the audience has been taught to expect the worst it discovers that she didn't go to the doctor's office, that the drowned girl found in the Potomac was the chambermaid (also an impend ing mother) wearing her cast-off dress; and that the missing aviator has re turned from his perilous adventure to go through with the wedding. Kenneth MacKenna is agreeable and genuine as the radical but intelligent brother. If you wonder where you have seen him before, it was with Helen Hayes in the revival of "What Every Woman Knows," in which he was an excessively Scotch John Shand. Miss Mayo Methot makes the heroine just a nice girl of today, not a hard-boiled demvvierge; and this is- an achievement in acting more subtle than it sounds. The cast also contains Thais Lawton, of distinguished backgrounds; William Ingersoll, recently of Mrs. Insull's com pany; and Jean Ford, the winsome daughter of one of the authors- — Hugh Ford, the veteran stage director. "The Priceless Prince ANOTHER recent addition to our amusements is "Just Fancy," the musical show at the Olympic. Its com pany could easily be trumpeted as "all star," for among its principals are Jo seph Santley, Ivy Sawyer, Mrs. Thomas Whiffen, Raymond Hitchcock and H. Reeves- Smith. Here is an extremely generous cast which suggests that Mr. Santley has brought a bank-roll of im portance to his venture as comedian- producer. The libretto is based upon "Just Sup pose," the comedy by A. E. Thomas in which Patricia Collinge fell deli riously and disastrously in love with an equally romantic Prince of Wales. There was never a better basis for a song-and-dance fairy tale, and the adap tation is satisfactory. To achieve the fantasies of costume needed in operetta, the story has been moved back into the 1860s in New York; but in prologue and epilogue Mr. Santley impersonates the current heir to the British throne, frolicking among a jazzy gang of Col- |EXiT| "No, I mean the other one — second from the right." lege Humorists who flatter his taste for democracy by addressing him only as "Bimbo." Mr. and Mrs. Santley are still charm ing young people; Mrs. Whiffen is an idyll of fragrant old age; Raymond Hitchcock is good for gales of laughter, especially in his familiar specialty of hitchy-kooing before the curtain; and H. Reeves- Smith is precisely the kind of stiff-necked ambassador needed to keep touring princes in order. I fail to see why "Just Fancy" should not become as popular as "The Desert Song," even though it lacks singing Arabs and passionate sheiks. """PHE MASK AND THE * FACE," which brought in the new year at the Goodman, must be listed among the interesting plays of the season. It is of modern Italian origin, and deals in a rich vein of sa tirical comedy with some of the snort ing attitudes of the Latin male when he thinks he has been cuckolded. Luigi Chiarelli, the author, seems to be the Franz Molnar of Mussolinia. The staging and acting mark progress at the Goodman and whet an appetite for the imminent revival of Ibsen's "Wild Duck." — CHARLES COLLINS. ? TWO NO EQUAL Silk Garments lost by saleslady, with Mabel inside. Please re turn to 442 Nat'l Bank Commerce. Re ward. — The Atlanta Herald. These new stockings go all the way up. One — two — kick ! 22 TWQ CUICAGOAN mm m *im*mfm Douglas Fairbanks' bottomless £>urse and boundless imagination mate" rialize another gloriously adolescent dream in 'The Gaucho" at the new and equally extravagant United Artists Theatre. ..(Review on jyage 23.) TUECUICAGOAN 23 ^he CINEMA A Cinema Time-Table for Chicagoans Now Showing The Gaucho — Reviewed herewith. Serenade— The stay-at-home wife again reforms her lionized husband, but the husband is Adolphe Menjou! (See it.) The Shepherd of the Hills — A fair reproduction. (Optional.) Two Flaming Youths — W. G. Fields and Chester Conklin with nary a spark be tween 'em. (Miss it.) The Gateway of the Moon — Dolores Del Rio as a Woolworth Tondeleyo. (Stay away.) The Dove — Norma Talmadge plus Noah Beery does not equal Holbrook Blinn. (For a dull evening.) The Love Mart — Billie Dove in Old New Orleans and more beautiful. (Good for the eyes.) French Dressing — Good actors in a flat farce. (Omit.) The Loves of Carmen — Dolores Del Rio with Victor McLaglen and the music isn't missed. (Wear blue glasses, but don't miss it.) The Gorilla — Ape thriller. (See it from the first, if thrillers thrill you.) The Valley of the Giants — Milton Sills whips the woods boss beneath the Redwoods. (Detour.) Spotlight — Esther Ralston in Broadway stuff. ( Look. ) Love — Garbo and Gilbert as Anna Karenina and company. (Oh, well — ) The City Gone Wild — Tom Meighan in better underworld stuff than "Under world." (Use both eyes.) Get Your Man — Clara Bow in nothing particular. (Read a book.) Buttons — Jackie Coogan abroad ship and not so hot. (If the kiddies insist.) The Lovelorn — Surprisingly interesting. (If not busy.) Jesse James — Heroics manufactured while you wait. (Duck it.) Seventh Heaven — Still the best picture in town. (Go and take the neighbor hood.) The Jazz Singer — Al Jolson, audibly as well as visibly. (Worth the time and money.) Man, Woman, Sin — Really just too bad. (Twist the dials.) Underworld — Not Chicago's, but interest ing. (Wear a gat.) The Gay Defender — Richard Dix with sideburns. (Home, James.) NOW every body can (1) go to the cinema (2) arrive at the start of the fea- ture picture (3) enter without waiting in line at the wicket and (4) leave, when the thing ceases to be interesting, free of the an noying impression that something good might have been projected subsequently. The Chicago- an's first semi- occasional Cinema Time-Table is published at the right of this announce ment. The purpose of this Cinema Time-Table is a plain and homely one. It is, briefly, to bring good film entertainment within eye-range of citizens whose time is too valuable to be wasted in waiting lines and whose tastes rebel against (1) piecing to gether loose ends of a pic ture seen "both ways from the middle" or (2) sit ting through stage, pit and console performances unrelated to the major attraction. These citizens will find helpful, too, the additional information that (1) the theatres, uniformly, swallow their queues before the feature picture begins (2) the people who populate these queues scramble for seats in the middle of the audi torium, leaving the best cinema seats — extreme back and front — for folks who go to see the feature picture (3) it is better to be a little ahead of Time-Table schedule, as managers have been known to accel erate exhibitions when business is especially good, and (4) Monday, TO SEE A MOTION PICTURE FROM THE BEGINNING: Stand resolute at State and Randolph, hail Yellow, squint Field's clock and add five minutes. Note corresponding figure in this column, see page 6 of "The Chicagoan" for theatre address and name of film, swing out of cab into theatre (no waiting line will be encountered) and take seat as feature photo play begins. Tuesday, Thurs' day and Friday are the best cine ma nights in Chi' cago. Parenthetically, without the use of parentheses for a change, Wednes' day is "date night" and there fore, naturally enough, the eve ning commonly chosen by en' raged husbands for shooting at wives who, for all they know, may be really waiting for a street car A. M. 9:10 — Roosevelt 9:15 — United Artists 9 :40 — Orpheum 9 :50 — McVickers 11:01— United Artists 11 :30 — Oriental-Roosevelt 11:32 — Orpheum 11:43— Chicago 11:53 — McVickers 11:55 — Monroe 12 :20— Playhouse 12:47— United Artists P. M. 1 :20 — Roosevelt 1 :24 — Orpheum 1:55 — Monroe 1 :56 — McVickers 1:57 — Chicago* 2 :00— Oriental* 2:20 — Playhouse 2:41 — United Artists 3:10 — Roosevelt 3 :16 — Orpheum 3:55 — Monroe 3:59 — McVickers 4:11 — Chicago* 4 :20 — Playhouse 4 :30— Oriental* 4:35 — United Artists 5:02 — Roosevelt 5:08 — Orpheum 5 :55 — Oriental*-Monroe 6:02— McVickers 6:20 — Playhouse 6:21— United Artists 6:30— Chicago* 6:52 — Roosevelt 7:00 — Orpheum 7 :55 — Monroe 8:05 — McVickers 8:10— Oriental 8:15 — United Artists 8:20 — Playhouse 8 :42— Roosevelt 8 :44 — Chicago* 8 :52 — Orpheum 9 :55 — Monroe 10:08 — McVickers 10.09— United Artists 10:20 — Playhouse 10:30— Oriental* 10 :32 — Roosevelt 10 :44 — Orpheum 10:58— Chicago* after all. Doug ?Variable Saturdays, Sun days and holidays. I INVOKE first-person for the purpose of giv ing firsthand witness that Mr. Douglas Fairbanks is not, as "The Gaucho" conceivably may lead you to suspect, an inveterate smoker of cigarettes and an addict to alcohol. I add, without point, that he does not use tobacco in any form and that he does not drink alcoholic liquors, unless he was act ing better than I think he can when last we fore' gathered where the same were available. Not that his "Gaucho" would be a whit less robust movie if the facts were otherwise, but merely that the in variably wholesome fol lowing which is Mr. Fairbanks' may enjoy it to the full without misgiving. "The Gaucho" is, as intimated Italically in the foregoing paragraph, a movie. I mean nothing disrespectful. I seek to segregate the term, movie; to distinguish it from such terms as drama, melodrama, photoplay. I re gard the Fairbanks pictures as the only 24 TUECUICAGOAN pure, high grade movies, not photo plays, being made in America or else where in our generation. To wit: — A Fairbanks movie is the gay, brave dream of a free born male child at 14. It is such a boy's dream distended to adult proportions and materialised by an Indian prince and a slightly tipsy genie. It is such a fantastic and won drous concoction just lightly linked to reality by the highly improbable human animal that is Doug. Were the crea tion more probable, or the actor less improbable, these pictures would be just pictures, like all the other photo plays. With improbabilities balanced as they are, the picture obviously un real and the actor indisputably real, the result is that splendid thing which no word save movie — pronounced with upswerving inflection — describes. Any description of "The Gaucho" becomes, like any description of any other Fairbanks vehicle, a description of Mr. Fairbanks. Of "The Gaucho" it need be said, only, that the actor is more Fairbanks than ever. I know how to speak no greater praise and I hope to see no better movie until the gloriously juvenile imagination behind the bottomless purse clicks off another dream. — W. R. WEAVER. BOOK/ Here and Announced USUALLY January is a peaceful month for those of us who have to do with new books. In the book stores it is a time sacred to clearance sales, and among literary editors it is an opportunity for the longer and more earnest stretches of reading that simply don't get done while the autumn sea son is on. But not this January. The very day after New Years, Lion Feuchtwanger's "The Ugly Duchess" came along, and by Twelfth Night the new Doubleday, Doran list was beginning to burst upon us. A list which by all the signs is likely to be the longest spring list that was ever perpetrated. It was a nine days wonder in the publishing world, last fall when the announcement was made that Double- day, Page and Company and the George H. Doran Company were to join forces as Doubleday, Doran and Company, after the first of the year. In fact, it was as if the merger should be made by, say, the Santa Fe and the Chicago and Northwestern. Take the two railways with the longest mileage you know of. And, as might have been expected, the new firm is beginning copiously. Its official first book was Booth Tarkington's "Claire Ambler," and to signalize the event a special lim ited edition was published — white and gold and signed by F. N. Doubleday, George H. Doran, and Mr. Tarkington — a little in advanec of the regular one. Then, close on the heels of Claire Ambler came "Tinker's Leave" which is Maurice Baring at his most charming. Like Hugh Walpole, Maurice Baring is a writer who hits it off with Russia. Only more so. Russian literature or Russian landscape. Russian art or the Russian character. "Tinker's Leave" is a brief for the good effect that an impact with the Russian spirit is likely to have upon the Anglo-Saxon spirit — if spirit it may be called. It is the story of Miles Consterdine, a young Britisher, who, on the last day of a dismal holiday in Paris, meets some Russians and whisks himself off with them before his aunt has time to in tervene. From St. Petersburg he and Alyosha proceed to Mukden and are taken prisoners by the Chinese. Ill ness follows upon adventure. And when Miles finally packs up for home, he is a wiser, but in no way a sadder, individual than the one who at the outset was eating with Duval, and tak ing bad seats for five act tragedies. OTHER Doubleday Doran publica tions are following thick and fast. On the fiction list, already more than a dozen strong, are such names as Sir Philip Gibbs, Hulbert Footner, and Cecil Roberts, as well as one or two dark horses, Vennette Herron, for in stance, with "Peacocks and Other Stories of Java." And there are the "O. Henry Memorial Award Prize Stories for 1927," with Chiacgo repre sented in the persons of Ernest Hem ingway, who, according to Samuel Put nam and our own private observation, is a native of Oak Park, and Ellen du Pois Taylor, who is Mrs. Edward H. Taylor, and commutes, in her less Parisian moments, from Chesterton, In diana. The leading non-fiction title is "Recollections of the Irish War," by Darrell Figgis. Nor have other publishers been be hindhand. Harper has given us Fan- nie Hurst's "A President Is Born" — a whopping conjecture as to the boyhood and youth of the president who will, she gives us leave to hope, appear in the not too distant future to get us out of the jam that prohibition and his pre decessors have got us into. As to the original, the strictly orig inal, causes of this jam, however, you will have to consult another of the new books, "Eden," by Murray Sheehan. — SUSAN WILBUR. Armchair Entertainment My Life, by Isadora Duncan. $5. (Boni and Liveright.) Wherein a great artist, whose life was the sort of tragedy that the Greeks used to write, reveals herself as also a great lover. The Unconscious: A Symposium. Ed ited by Mrs. W. F. Dummer. $2.50. (Alfred A. Knopf.) Local specialists were treated last May at the City Club of Chicago to an unconscious week end. Here it is in book form. America and French Culture 1750- 1848, by Howard Mumford Jones. $5 (The University of North Carolina Press.) In 1793 Brillat Savarin was a member of New York society. He taught Julien to cook eggs with cheese, lounged at Little's Tavern where the turtle soup was good, and regaled visiting Frenchmen upon Welch-rabbit. In other words, this book of Howard Munford Jones, which started out to deal with French literature in America, has ended by dealing with French everything else. Religion, philos ophy, art, politics, table manners, cookery. The literature is, however, merely reserved for another volume. And in the mean time here is a book that ranks, in spite of its scholarly format, as real entertain ment. A Fairy Leapt Upon My Knee, by Bea Howe. $2. (The Viking Press.) A short fantastic novel destined for readers of "Lolly Willowes" and "Mr. Town- send's Maggot," and for anyone else who likes graceful writing (new style) with a dash of irony. TUECUICAGOAN 25 JOURNAU/TIC JOURNEY/ Matinees Sunday and Wednesday FLOODLIGHTS from the ceiling of the Desplaines street police station revive a thirty foot tan wall to a splotched, irregular bright ness behind a dingy wooden rail. Police officers, tall, thick, ruddy men confer ostentatiously, usually after a ceremony of handshaking. The crowd facing that bright wall jostles, stares, busies itself over arranging the few available seats. A confused shufle off stage: "Bring 'em in," orders a blunt voice. The Sunday police showup is on. Ten suspects, taken over the week end and held in the jammed cages until Sunday afternoon, file in behind the rail, tousled, sleepy, dirty, some of them bandaged, a few defiant and self- possessed, most of them appallingly humble. "As I point at you," says the same blunt voice, "give your name and ad dress loud. Name and address. You hear. Now " The replies come through stiff lips. A stammered name brings a sudden, mirthless laughter from the spectators. "Face the north wall, to the right." Ten profiles are outlined against the lighted background. "Face to the right again." Ten backs. "Now turn clear around, face the audience, and take your hats off." The strag gling line rests its hands on the rail. "Any one here recognise any of these men?" A silence, while lips twitch and hunted eyes waver. The questions are stereotyped: "Done time? — Where? — What for? — What are you here for now?" Convict faces are easy to pick out. They are grey masks, droop-lidded and impassive, lips flutter sidewise as they make answer. Questions are bullying, nagging, heavy with implications of guilt. Answers are abjectly servile — a dreadful abasement seen between man and man. Of this first ten, seven are dis covered to have police records. "Take 'em away." They file out. Another batch enters. Young, this time. Young and hard. Hoodlums from the gangs. Olive, Levantine faces. A gasp from a woman. "There he is. Third from the end." Her escort wades through the mob to the rail. "Put him away," he says in an even, passionate voice. "If you don't put him away, I'll kill him." The accuser confers with an officer. Nine prisoners are led away. The tenth is \>rovJWJj juy left against the wall, shrunken with terror. His large, Syrian eyes glisten in a pale face. He tries to talk. He indicates a dangling twisted arm. Broken, perhaps. Or it may be only deformed. ANOTHER shuffling entry. More recognitions. A clucking, pink Jew discovers the man who robbed him. He points delightedly. "Oh, ho," he beams with pleasure. "And there's the other one! One, he held me up once; the other fellow twicet. Oh ho!" Even the prisoners snicker. Two more identified suspects take their places against the wall. Another batch files in, confused, nagged by policemen adept at the small indignities of authority. Some one else is identified. He takes his place in the rear line. Then a dapper holdup mob, drug store thieves, the officer announces. A little Jew with incredibly delicate fea' tures, lips trembling. A tall purposeful man — a resolute performer, one would guess. A stocky, buoyant Irish youth, humorously insolent, smiling from bleak grey eyes. A long, dark, evil' looking accomplice. And an affable negro lacking a front tooth. These men will confess, the officer announces. The Irish youth spots a victim, talks amiably with him. A girl is not recognized by the tall com petent rogue. The tiny Jew smiles un- convincingly. The Irishman listens to the heavy jests by the master of cere monies, laughs heartily. He would laugh as he squeezed a trigger. Some men are made that way. A few. Billy the Kid, whose name was Bonny. And Dion O'Banion. More batches come in. Sleepy, ragged, white and black. An occasional Mexican with an unblinking Indian face. A YOUNG fellow draws the exam iner's attention. It is the mo ment for public edification. "You're caught again, aren't you?" "Yes sir." "You were going to commit a rob bery, weren't you?" "Yes sir." "And we got you and told you about it before you did it, didn't we?" "Yes sir." "Crime doesn't pay, does it?" "No sir." "Sure?" "Yes sir." "Take 'im away!" The squads continue to come. Two hundred suspects have stood in the light, against the tan wall. Two hun dred and fifty. A sudden bellow from the ante-room. "That's all." The flare of a newspaper flashlight. A nervous scream. The young Irishman smiles. He did not wince. The crowd starts out, nervously passing the line of identified suspects. Down in the cells the prisoners howl and brattle. They are crowded so closely they must stand. Some of them have been standing all night. The roar and whoop of their defiance seeps out with the heated, human odor of the jail air. Whistles, and oaths and cat calls are directed at curious citizens who peer at them through the barred win' dows. Someone sings a popular catch. He is shouted down. Some happening within the jail sends out a whole volley of noise. The clucking, pink Jew bundles his wife into a car, bundles himself in after her and noses cau' tiously into the traffic, still smiling and wagging his head. Police officers confer ostentatiously. — FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN. 26 TUECUICAGOAN /"PORTX REVIEW St. Moritz at Home HOW to make use of sloping, wooded fairways and water'hole ponds, after the last golfing "bug" has grudgingly admitted the season to be at an end until spring, has been solved by several Chicago country clubs with results exceedingly worth-while, if not exactly comparable to the mid-winter doings at St. Moritz in Switzerland, or Lake Placid. In the first place, Chi cago has long enjoyed its ice and snow sports without the ostentation of many places less naturally endowed with ski jumps, sled chutes and skating ponds. Thus, the fact that golf courses lend themselves easily and charmingly to such uses was not so much a discovery as an obvious opportunity to be grasped. A moderate estimate of the number of clubs now the centers of such vigorous activities is, at least, a dozen in this bailiwick. Included among the regular list of pastimes at many of them is the good old game of clay pigeon shooting, included, probably, for those members whose love of skiing, sledding and skating is more remi niscent than active and, to be sure, for those whose penchant is markmanship. The possibilities for yule-log sociability at the end of an afternoon's exercise in the crackling cold outdoors need no illuminating comment. In the village of Cary, near Crystal Lake and the Fox river in McHenry county is built each winter Chicago's principal ski jump. Here the more im portant local events of the great Nor wegian pastime are held and, when the weather permits, contests are scheduled which attract some of the best per' formers. Many a winter sport en thusiast has watched the graceful glides of expert jumpers at Cary with such exuberance that he could not restrain the impulse to buy a pair of the long curved boards, find the nearest likely hillside and try his own skill — only to arise from the snowbank after the first leap a wiser and much bruised novice. If you have never watched a ski jumping tournament,' you have missed much. But I believe the chances are rather good that most of you who read these lines are familiar with the beauty and thrills of the sport and will, there fore, appreciate my passing on a bit of informal "inside" information on ski ing, given to me by a former school mate, Carl O. Bache-Wiig, whose jumping ability in his college days in the east was widely noted. How he came by his skill with skis is explained by his name and the background it implies. His explanation of what it takes to make a good jump was in answer to my question. We were climbing a mountain in the Blue Ridge range of Western North Carolina in mid- January and, as we paused for breath, the steep, heavy-snow blanketed slope which dropped away from us for a sheer, unbroken stretch of more than two hundred feet occurred to me as a fair challenge for any ski jumper. Carl agreed, and then gave me a startling, graphic account of how a good jumper would meet the dare. "It takes not so much nerve as con fidence to make a good jump," he began. "Your real ski jumper never loses his thrill in the air by worrying over his landing; consequently he makes a good one. The easiest way to explain it is that he just doesn't give a damn." And, with a sudden grin, Carl pro ceeded to illustrate. He walked up the mountain side to a spot about ten feet above me, then sprinted down to my level and leaped over the edge, emitting a powerful Norwegian "Whee!" as he plunged downward. A moment later he hit the snow and, pulling himself into a ball, rolled like a spinning top to the ledge below. I held my breath, fully expecting he would go over the ledge, or crack his head against a tree or snow-hidden rock, but my fear was unjustified. Carl, now a little black speck against the snow, stopped some how and a moment later shouted, "Come on down — that's a real yump." It took me about fifteen minutes to travel the same distance — walking — that he made in a few seconds, but then — he didn't give a damn! Good Omen DISSOLUTION of the Kentucky Jockey club and the immediate formation of the American Turf asso ciation, with Col. Matt Winn at the st helm, means much to the reborn turf e. racing industry of Chicago and Illi- ki nois. Happily it does not mean, for id one thing, an eclipse of the traditional re Kentucky Derby. The new association id might be looked upon as the climax of ty a successful movement for centralizing e- control over the major race tracks. of It is to be expected that the result ci- will be a solution of many distressing )1- problems, chiefly the difficulty of elimi' se nating conflicts in making up dates in and schedules of race meetings. If the tie jurisdiction of the new body extends >d to the Washington Park, Lincoln Fields it and Hawthorne tracks, as it has been it reported, Chicago may expect a realiza- in tion this summer of its hope to become re the turf capital of the country. • Hot Stove Tempest or OASEB ALL'S winter season can be >d O counted on for at least one boiling or over of the tea-pot on the old hot stove. in Last year it was the managerial head' ; a hunting holiday of the magnates. This irl year it is the "trade" of Mr. Hornsby. tg, It seems that the former stock' >er holder of the St. Louis Cardinals ac cepted hints of a probable retirement >n- of Mr. John McGraw with a too he obvious gullibility. Mr. McGraw, it 'er now appears, at no time considered re- ng tiring in favor of Mr. Hornsby and he :es was so nettled when rumors of such a in possibility reached his ears that Mr. 27 MU/ICAL NOTE/ Falstaff Stalks Congress Street TUECUICAGOAN Hornsby will buy a ticket to Boston next spring instead of a one-way ride to Gotham. According to gentlemen qualified to comment on such things, Mr. Hornsby will find the atmosphere of Boston en tirely congenial. It is said the denizens of the bean and cod capital abhor the sport of betting on the ponies. — JOSEPH DUGAN. New Recordings Beethoven: Quartet in D Major Op 18 No. 3. (Columbia Masterworks Set No. 75.) The Columbia Company is continu ing the admirable policy of issuing com plete symphonies and quartets of the older masters. The following set very nearly completes the seventeen Beethoven Quar tets, leaving, at the most, two or three to come. Opus 18 was written during the early period of Beethoven's life and as a result yields to us a charm and grace fulness that harks back to Hayden and Mozart. All of the six quartets in opus 18 are of delight and interest and with the issue of No. 3 Columbia has done a fine job. The playing of the Lener Quartet of Budapest is always sympathetic and intriguing. Hayden: Symphony No. 4 in D Major, Op. 95, No. 2. Columbia Masterworks Set No. 76.) One starting to make a col lection of records can do no better than to make his beginnings with the sym phonies of Mozart and Hayden. As in the Beethoven Opus 18 Quartet, there is a flavor of the old world. No matter how much we may be interested in the moderns we can not help but admit that every so often a Hayden symphony proves very delightful. The so-called Clock Symphony is, again, a set that should be in every library. The present recorded work was written while Hayden was in England in 1791 and should prove inter esting to all collectors when it is remem bered that Hayden was in reality the founder of the symphonic form. The work is splendidly conducted by Sir Ham ilton Harty and beautifully recorded. Another interesting set made by Columbia is the Prince Igor Dances by Borodine (7138, 7130M). The two outstanding qualities of Borodine are an extraordinary sense of rythm and a marvelous gift for melody. Sir Thomas Beechman in this set of three faces gives us a combined taste of an important Russian composer leading to ward Orientalism. The Better Rolls Two of the most interesting rolls from the Duo-Art Company this month are the Selections from Act 3, "LaBoheme," played by Maurice Jacquet, and the Excerpts from Act 1 of "Tannhauser," played by Ralph Leopold. These two rolls are not only of considerable interest musically, but also are extremely well executed and interpreted. The seletcions from the two operas are chosen with intelligence and discrimination, giving us only the most important features and leaving out that which might tend to be dull and uninteresting. THE opera "Falstaff" is far closer to "Tristan" than it is to "Rigo- letto." Written by Verdi at the age of eighty, it reveals the maestro at the pinnacle of his intellectual and musi cal development, when his undisputed gift for melody was complemented by a new and masterful understanding of the necessary psychological correspond ence between text and score. In "Rigoletto" it is obvious that the music is never wise enough to dc lineate the character of the dwarfed villain. In the music for Azucena is nothing of fatality. The orchestra plunks along like a gigantic guitar while above issue forth the tunes that have tickled us for half a century. But as his apogee Verdi discards the tradi tions of the opera he himself had cre ated. Upon a compact and brilliant libretto of Boito (a better play, inci dentally, than the "Merry Wives of Windsor") he superimposes the musi cal comedies of the knight Jack Fal staff. Shakespeare's fat buffoon gains at the hands of the Italian. He is revealed in the score as blustering, boasting, loving money and women, like man kind he is duped, but puts a good face on the matter. Ford is no less skill fully etched. His music is now crafty, now stormy with rage, contra puntal in certain passages to an amaz ing degree. The wives themselves are most often drawn with the pencil of a staccato, vivacious six-eight meter, the light and charming chattering of beautiful intriguers. This music drama enjoyed at the hands of the Chicago Civic Opera, a generally distinguished performance, marked by a spontaneous treatment that proved what a good time the sing ers themselves were having. Rimini's notion of the heavyweight knight is the best one he ever had. And he makes up for certain definite vocal dc ficiencies by his genuine feeling for the role. The Ford of Polese is good, but he is not so good in the part as either Steele or Tibbet. As for Raisa and Mason as Alice and Ann Ford, they sang gloriously and acted credit' ably. Cortis, particularly in his open' ing solo in the final act, made much more of that tenor Fenton than even Hackett, in previous seasons. Polacco held the production in the cup of his hand, conducting with a zip and a sureness that left nothing in the score unrealized. Stock Triumphs THE Theodore Thomas Memorial concert at Orchestra Hall offered Bruckner's Ninth Symphony (the Un finished) and Strauss' "Ein Helden' leben." The intermission split the two, and, to your dyspeptic reviewer, they represented distinct contracts. Bruckner, an Austrian Catholic, of peasant stock, springs from the church and the soil. His music has a sombre' ness that is brown and earthy. Only at the roots of him can the interpreter discover a leaping, coursing passion. Although he wrote his symphonies and masses in almost cloistered seclusion on Milady solves the no-parking problem 28 TUECUICACQAN the banks of the Danube his music is rarely divorced from the world. Un der the baton of Stock his score was lethargic. Its inner vitality, even in the masterly scherzo, was too seldom apparent. Strauss' tone poem, however, had a great reading. By right it should have begun to pass into limbo with so much of Strauss that is tricky and insincere. But conducted by Stock it was, and will be so long as he chooses to do it, the epic of a hero as immortal as Sieg fried. Interpreters Busy Again AFTER the holidays the interpre- ^ ters began again. There were, the Sunday after New Years Day, Thibaud and Bauer at the Studebaker in serious exposition of chamber music, notably Mozart's B flat sonata for vio lin and piano and the "Kreutzer." Thibaud, an admirable ensemble player, is fluent and experienced. He needs only a luscious potency of tone to be a Heifitz or a Kreisler. He plays as he looks. Upon the violin he is athletically lithe, he is clean with his bow and his brain, like Borotra with a racket. Bauer, the veteran, an old hand at ensemble and arrangements for en semble, contributed some fine piano playing. He was heard in the middle of the afternoon in solos of Chopin and Brahms. At the Playhouse Harold Samuel, the English pianist, gave the last of his series of Bach recitals. Although far from a great pianist he is impressive by reason of his intelligent devotion to the music of the great Leipsic Kantor. His playing of Bach, often nonchalant and rarely monumental, is nevertheless blessed with a genuine combination of erudition and warmth. He has a curi ous quality of abstraction; he wanders over the keys as if he were in his own music room. A fugue after breakfast, a prelude before lunch, a dance suite after tea. We hope he returns next year. A Chicagoenne Clicks GITTA GRADOVA, Chicago pianiste, came in for honors in her own country at the twin symphony programs of January 13 and 14. She has established a considerable and de served reputation in the last two or three years, appearing with several symphonies and in concert all over the country. It occurs to us that she merited a hearing with the symphony here long ago. — ROBERT POLLAK. A Carolling Celt THOMAS LOFTUS, Chicago bari tone and a pupil of Clement A. Hutter, will make his debut the after noon of February 12 to an Orchestra Hall audience interested in the perform ance which will mark formal entrance of the promising Irish singer upon a concert and operatic career. Tentative arrangements have already been made for an eastern tour follow ing the Chicago recital. Ten years under the guidance of Mr. Hutter, plus the high success won by Loftus in semi- public recitals in and about Chicago for a number of years, promise a bril liant debut, the inception of a notable career. — J. P. TODAY'S little excursion among the galleries takes us first, oh de voted followers of Art, to the Chicago galleries, where John David Brcin has thoughtfully provided us with an exhi bition of sculptures in which we may study every variety of art, from the pifflish through the prize-winning to the pietish and upward to some work that is really good. Brcin was born in Serbia. He studied at the Art Institute. He won a lot of prizes. And he is beginning to wake up. His one-man show at the gallery in cludes such terrible things as a com position of a male figure half-catching a female figure in a twisting Canova pose so that just their lips touch. En titled The Kiss. And it includes about a dozen portrait heads and busts of the sort that repose in alcoves in Memorial Institutes. And it includes a series of large bas-reliefs based on Serbian and Polish folk-lore, religious motifs, and politics. The reliefs have zest, humor, bounce of lines, and personality. They look is if Mr. Brcin had enjoyed him self in their composition. And precious few of the other works have that look. ONE bust, a late one, does seem to possess something of that ineffable essence of modelling, that flow of light and life over the forms, which is so patently absent in Brcin's other works. The portrait of Caroline Sutherland is a very beautiful piece of work. Much attention is being attracted by Brcin's heroic head of Woodrow Wil son. At first it seemed to me a trick piece; but it does have a dashing vigor and a character-substance that is perma' nently satisfying. This may be a great piece of work. The other heroic head in the exhibit is also rather interesting, but has too much of a slate-like feel in the modeling. The Wilson head is a detail for a memorial projected by Brcin. The de sign for the memorial has a head, "America Awakened," whose wide- open mouth is rather shocking. Wilson is to stand on one side of a post, and the awakened lady on the other side. Fourteen steps, symbolizing the four teen points, lead up to the two figures. Oh these symbolizing sculptors! The best work in the exhibition — and the best is, after all, on a very high level, is the relief called "Romanaza" in which a chorus of a half-dozen girls dances in straight-lined rhythm against a very effective background pattern. AR. KATZ has an exhibition in ? the Playhouse lobby of sketches, notes for paintings, and a few finished works made on his recent trip to Po land. A few studies of Chassidim — young Jewish scholars of a very ortho dox sect — have positive work of feel ing. I still can't understand why he refuses to put up some of his theatre posters in formal exhibition. He was the first to exploit the modern theatre poster in this country, and some of his designs in advertisement of Balaban and Katz movies are as good art as one may come upon in any of the galleries. —ULYSSES JONES. Orders received before noon shipped some day. — Boston Herald. Hasta la manana. TUECUICAGOAN 29 rhe CI4ICACOCNNE Snoifrs for Florida WHETHER choosing things for Palm Beach, California or the South, or planning an early spring wardrobe for town, there are certain details of finish and design that are in fallibly of this year. Possibly this is one of those turning points of the mode which the great ones in the fashion world hint at — one of those "ten year cycles" some style philosophers claim exist, when the underlying trend of the mode, the idea back of particular sil houettes and lines, changes. Maybe. This, however, we do know for truth — that the clothes you choose this year will either be the kind you can wear for many a season or they will be passe before spring actually sets in — accord ing to the way you observe the cut of the neck, the sleeves and the skirt hem. On sports things it is the neck line that has become decorative. The new sweaters, nearly all, have a banding or piping of crepe dechine, velvet, or kasha, and incrustations making plain or intricate designs, or they have scarfs, or tabs of self material, or even jabots. AT Martha Rahl's I saw a sweater with a surplice front, a medium weight cashmere garment very smart looking, either heather mixture or black, and ideal for the woman who must buy clothes with slenderizing lines. It has a soft rolled lapel cut along the becom ing curve of the shawl collars of this winter's coats, and fastens low on the side front with a dozen or so of small round buttons set close together. Black or black and white are ever so smart for sports, and the combination of silk sweater and wool knit cardigan and skirt, or kasha cardigan and skirt, is new, practical and gives an interetsing variety of textures. Martha Rahl has a black knit skirt with two wide inverted pleats in front, and a wool knit cardigan and a silk sweater blouse striped in black and white. This comes with the skirt and cardigan of knitted silk, too, if one pre fers, but the wool combination is much more chic. This is one shop that specializes in separate skirts, blouses and cardigan jackets, combining them according to MARIE EARLE IS THE SPECIALIST IN FACES WHO SAYS DO NOT WASH YOUR FACE IF WE could all arrange to live in Kil- larney or by the Italian lakes, where the weather is gentle and mild, it might be safe to wash our faces. But in this devastating climate, face-washing is not only undesirable, but positively dangerous. The sensitive skin of the face needs careful cleansing with the most ex quisite cream made, Marie Earle's Essential Cream. It needs nourishing with that same cream, used with cool ing, whitening Cucumber Emulsion. Then for freshening the skin the right Marie Earle lotion. Marie Earle preparations, cosmetics, bath accessories, and perfumes, exclu sive, yet not extravagantly priced, are on sale in the smart Fifth Avenue shops. Women who face the wind! Especially this time of year in Chicago, your complexion needs the kindest care. It is very simple to give yourself a Marie Earle treat ment at home, and Marie Earle preparations are on sale in Chicago's smartest shops. . . . The next time you are in New York arrange to have a treatment at the Fifth Avenue Salon. It is an experience you will adore! At Palm Beach, Marie Earle treatments are given at Bonwit Teller's. JREQ. U.S. PAT. OFF/CE Established Paris, 1910 Now at 660 Fifth Avenue, New York City From Martha Rahl's individual taste with one another and with the one piece tennis and walk about dresses that are so very handy and so new. THESE "tennis," "walkabout" or "active sports" dresses, as they are termed by various houses, are simple sleeveless or short sleeved dresses cut to allow plenty of swing through the shoulders and ample leg room. They are the elaboration of the so-called Helen Wills tennis dress that was usually made of white pique, and one sees them made of light weight flannel, pique, linen, china silk, shantung, and the heavier crepes. With them one wears any cardigan sweater, a short velveteen jacket, or three-quarters velveteen or flannel coat. Since these dresses are usually white or pastel shades, black jackets, white, or deep bright shades of the same color as the dress, make a brilliant and harmoni ous contrast. With a little ingenuity and planning, a sports wardrobe of in finite chic and variety can be evolved from a three piece cardigan ensemble and one or two tennis dresses. Leschin's have some especially good combinations of these little dresses and accompanying jackets. They have, too, an interesting ensemble made up of one of the new lace weave sweaters of light weight greige wool and a heliotrope silk crepe skirt to be worn with a short flannel jacket of the same shade as the sweater and lined with the heliotrope crepe. For the evening or late afternoon TUECUICAGOAN LUNCHEON — DINNER — SUPPER WHAT "THEY" SAY Petrushka is certainly finding favor with the beau monde these nights of glad ness. — The Dowager, Herald & Examiner. Civcs one the impression of baing trans planted to the night life of New York and Europe. Chicago Attractions. The Petrushka Club takes its place as this city's first really Russian night elub and rastaurant.— News. $etrusif)ka Ciufc TCIv Khm.ara. Manager Phone Wabash 2497 403 S. Wabash Ave. i Offer substantial reductions on = i limited number of gowns and I i wraps. = = 6 TsJ. Michigan Ave., | I Chicago, III. i E A FEW OF THESE ARE = E IMPORTATIONS = Newest Handicaps — Outstanding in polo news of the year are the handicaps just an nounced by the United States Polo Association. For this and other authoritative and interest ing information of the galloping game, read POLO The Magazine of the Game One Year $5.00 Two Years, $8.00 Three Years, $10.00 Quigley Pub. Co. 407 So. 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Mr. Worldly Wise Man, having stopped by for excellent tickets at Couthoui, Inc.,* raises an ironic eye brow and enters the theatre with his party. *Mr. Worldly Wise Man knew, of course, that he could have made his selection from a Couthoui stand at the Congress, Blackstone, Drake, La Salle, Morrison, Stevens, Sher man and Seneca hotels, or at the Hamilton, C.A.A., l.A.C, Union League, Standard, and University clubs. COUTHOUI For Tickets The neck-line becomes decorative Leschin's have the loveliest shaded crepe de chine coat. It begins by being a soft shell pink and ends in lavendar at the hem, where it is banded with bright yellow fox. The seams are linked with entrcdeux giving it at once an appear' ance of extreme fragility and informal' ity. At Leschin's too, I saw a fashion in evening jewelry worth copying. They showed with an evening dress of char' treuse crepe three strings of pearl beads, pale yellow, pale green, and palest cop' per color. The colors in the three strings of pearls put life and elegance into an otherwise trite costume. ALTHOUGH Peck and Peck are just beginning to get in their spring things they have one or two sweater suits that are very interesting, one in particular, a black velveteen skirt and cream colored jersey top with a neckline like that of the Antibes shirt but piped in black velvet and fastened with four fat black velvet buttons. It is very discouraging that one can' not find anywhere on the Avenue the delightful and practical little mercer' ized cotton or lisle sweaters dubbed after the French watering place at which they first appeared, the "Antibes shirt." Martha Rahl has them on order Scarfs adorn the new sweaters WliEEE HAVE THE UGLY DUCKLING/ GONE? WHAT has become of the quickly faded beauty of yesteryear — when women buried their youth in the thirties and sacrificed their loveliness to ignorance, neg lect and lack of care ? Where have they gone that only the vague memory of them remains ? Through the knowledge and world-wide experience of Helena Rubinstein, inter nationally famous for her notable contributions to Beauty Science, the ageing woman of thirty is to be seen no longer. Modern Beauty outlasts the years. Unlined skins — complexions free from every betraying sign of age — have become the established rule among clever women. AT the new, exquisitely ap- f\ pointed Maison de Beaute Valaze you receive the precise treatment your skin requires — The Newer Beauty, that complete per fection which embraces beauty of skin, hair and figure, is skillfully cultivated. Even one treatment awakens dormant charms— makes the skin receptive to the active Rubinstein prepa rations which arousesluggish tissues, awaken the complex ion to health and loveliness. A course of treatments erases every age-betraying sign of "5kin-Fatigue," per petuates youthful beauty. Maison de Beaute Valaze 670 North Michigan Avenue For appointment Telephone Whitehall 4242 32 TUECUICAGOAN and they are to arrive some time within a week or so. Best, in New York, shows them in beige, pinks, blues, mauve, green and white, for as low as $5. At other New York shops lisle sweaters with round, V, and square neck, range from $7.50 to $19. Of course, they wash like stockings and are both cool and good looking. Let us pray they come to Chicago soon. And, speaking of things that are cool, good looking, practical and washable, Milgrim has the exclusive agency for the Davidson shirting frocks. These are made of firm, heavy striped men's shirting. They wash easily and last forever. Unfortunately they are not inexpensive. IT wasn't intended to speak of shoes and accessories at the moment, but I. Miller's have some simply irresistible new shoes particularly designed for Southern resorts. For afternoon and evening, pastel and cream white opera pumps of crepe de chine delicately em broidered across the toe with a mar quise like spray of flowers; brilliantly printed strapped pumps of shantung silk, of khaki'kool, of linen; and high heeled Deauville sandals of brilliant red, or green or blue leather interwoven with white; and white suede or kid incrusted with reptile leathers brightly colored or softly gray or tan. They have bags, too, either in match ing colors and varied leather — red sha green of exactly the same shade as the red leather in red and white Deauville sandals — or a contrasting leather trimmed to match the body of the shoe which it accompanies. Color is extremely important in the new things. Pinks, blues, beige, "nat ural" shades, mauve and green all are good, but they are not the simple pastel shades that we know so well in lingerie and children's party dresses. They are what I may best term shadowed colors — not grayed, not dimmed, but rather overlaid by a creamy or beige shadow. It sounds complicated but the moment you see them you will know what I mean. For instance, Martha Rahl shows a tennis dress of silk pique, and with it a sleeveless baby blue sweater of angora jersey. Now that baby blue sweater is not the baby blue of the ribbons used to tie infants' announce ment cards. It is rather the blue of an Indian summer sky. Rather a dif ference. Yes? No? Much should be said about bags, "Officer, have you a corkscrew?" scarfs, the short light weight wool socks worn for tennis and on the beach, and a good deal about the new foundations, corselettes, and lingerie. But that, as the White Queen will tell you, is an other story. — EDNA CORY. Evanston "The City of Homes {Begin on page 15) wagged flowing beards and pounded on tables. But apartment buildings continued to rear their ugly flat heads among the noble trees and Victorian spires of Evanston, and in time young clerks with pretty wives and babies began to move out from town. The old order was chang ing. Today, however, the old order may yet be observed in Evanston, per sonified in prim elderly ladies, quietly gliding about the streets in archaic elec tric broughams, of the type known as "fireless-cookers." Several fine museum- pieces are still in operation. Evanston is a peacful borough, strung along the lake for five miles and spread ing two miles westward toward the cab bage-patch prairie. It is an unexcit ing community. That is its chief asset as a residential suburb. Quiet and con servative. Its annual harvest of murd ers and divorces is probably lower than that of any city of its sise in the middle west. There is a broad colored belt in the north-central portion of town, but it maintains a pacific, orderly note in keeping with the traditions of the more fair-skinned Evanstonians. Occasion ally, or, let us say, semi-occasionally, the students of Northwestern Univer sity burst their academic bonds, and swarm through the business section, shouting in long snake-parades, and shattering the tranquil calm of the town. Sometimes they even go so far in their undergraduate riots as to throw pop-corn on the street and pick a forbidden pansy or two in Fountain Square. In the main, how ever, the Northwestern students take their cue of decorum from the unruf fled Evanstonians themselves. And it must be admitted, in all fairness, that during the college year the percentage of pulchritude on view along the streets of Evanston runs high. Coeducation has its advantages. EVANSTON is a community of "movements." Not particularly active movements, but movements, nevertheless. Little theatre movements, movements toward better conditions for the artichoke-growers of Lower Cali fornia, et cetera. Evanston, incident ally, is the home of the Drama League. But you must not hold that against Evanston. It is a fine, healthy place in which to bring up children. Statistics prove that 72% per cent of Evanston women are club-members. It is a thriving center for women's clubs. Also, 57 2/3 per cent of Evanston women are poets, bedtime-story tellers or playwrights, whose dramas are per formed, usually in strict confidence, by one or another of the hundred little theatre groups. Evanston males are, for the most part, fellows whose wives write poems and plays and "papers" for women's clubs. There is a general exodus from Chicago each afternoon on the 5:17. Evanston is, as we have pointed out, a city of homes. It is also a city of pleasant, tree-lined streets and green parks. 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