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' STEGER Building, Northwest Corner Wabash and Jackson 1 kiwbe] KNABE — Officiai Piano of the Metropolitan Oftera Company The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quiglev, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by Tbe Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York OfficeT 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies 15c. Voi. IV, Xo 12— For the Fortnight ending March 10. (On Sale February 25.) Entered as second-class matter at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the' act of March 3, 1879. TWECWCAGOAN 1 DISCUSSING ANTIQUES! Perhaps if we were to study the use of furniture that represents what we term "antiques" today, we would understand precisely why they are antiques. The modem home to be complete should have its share of antiques or modem reproductions — and it's safe to presume that for either or for both . .- . Revell's is the likely place to visit REVELL'S at WABASH and ADAMS 2 TUECWCAGOAN For The Chicagoan An Inci&ent Incom^atibihty Is Invitingly Avertei, Characters: He She Time: Any Place: Their Drawingroom She (despairingly) I really can't, you know! He (indifferently) Why not? She (impatiently) Because, stupid, she wouldn't stay . . . And then where would I be? He (cheerfully) Just where we've been before, my dear, when a similar crisis has occurred. She (bitterly) Oh — ! Dining out at ali the stupid, unbearable houses in town . . .! It isn't worth it. He (sensibly) Then you'll simply have to put up with it! What's a brace of stockings between you and your cook, after ali? Let bygones be bygones. . . . For' get it! She (feverishly) But, Richard, it's really frightful to allow her to think that she can get away with it. Something should be said. . . . These negrophiles — they're spoiling everything . . .! If the Houstons weren't coming to din' ner tomorrow, Fd give her a piece of my mind! (more frantically) You remember last time, don't you? — when we were having the Middletons and that nice person who turned out not to be a prince after ali? — she was wearing the chignon Huldah had made me — yes she was — dyed black, of course — I looked everywhere for it when I was dressing — that frock with the V'back is no good without it — getting jumpier every minute and finally had to go down late, looking like a mangy cur — (runs out of breath) He (soothingly) No one noticed it. She (quite in a frenzy) NO — ! Of course not — ! You wouldn't. But he dio. And Fanny Middle ton — such a cat. You heard her ask me where I got my new saw tooth cut? . . . When I ques- tioned Nanice, she lied beauti' fully, as usuai. 'Td never no' ticed your long hair before, Nan' ice," I began. "Oh yas'm, ever since Ah was a extra in Lulu' Belle. Our director, he had me grow mine, said it was mah type . . ." Stuff! He (divertingly) Looks as though this pile of cigarettes were going down rather faster than usuai. She (witheringly) First time you" ve noticed it? I found a pile of them in her room, snuggled up against a medicine bottle half full of my Chanel 22. But Ed Shane and Mrs. Morse and Roddy Martin and the Plodgetts were coming to dinner, so what could I do? He (in a whisper) Really, darling, it doesn't amount to a thing. You're a little hysterical — over- wrought, don't you think? . . . Here — work it off on the piano. Play me something smashing while I have a smoke and a look at my magatine. She (sul\ily) Oh, very well. It ali comes back on you, anyway. . . . (She plays) . . . (after a mo- ment) What's the matter, dear? — lost something? He (impatiently) Where the hell's that book? She (indifferently) What book? He (irritably) I said my book — isn't this the day for it? She (soothingly) Y-e-s — yes, of course. It carne before lunch. . . . It's right here. He (bitterly) Right where? (He churns up the papers on the table) She (cheerfully) You don't sup- pose ... ? He (feverishly) No! . . . by gad, no! . . . Of ali the damned inv pertinence. ... I won't tolerate it! . . . go and see . . . She (quietly) Sh-dear! Don't yell so. (She disappears for a moment, to rcappear with the much sought magazine, which she lays in his hands.) He (savagely) Well 111 . xx . x!!! She (pleasantly) Yes, right on her dresser. He (quite beside himself with rage) Shades of Cari Van Vechten! . . . Bring her out — ! TU put the fear of God in her — teach her to keep her damn' hands off! — where is she? . . . She (softly) Richard, don't you think you're being just a wee bit theatrical? Try to look at this thing sanely. (divertingly) Come here's your pipe. Sit down. Let's talk it over calmly. He (hotly) Calmly ... ? Calmly ... ? (sulkily) Oh, very well ... ! She (sensibly) Now don't be too cross with her, Richard. You know, the Houstons are coming to dinner tomorrow night. — If she went tomorow morning, where would I be? He (resignedly) There's only one thing to do, since you put it that way. ... I don't begrudge the money. It's just that I hate to be whipped by a stupid — Here, send in this check for another sub' scription . . . we need two any- way . . . and teli her, on pain of worsc than death, to keep her hands off my copy of THE CHI CAGOAN. — SHEILA CUMMINGS. TWQCI4ICAG0AN 3 OCCASIONS LION — LAMB — Entrance of March upon its traditional bluster with mild or stormy weather. March 1. CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHES TRA — Thirty-seventh season. Regularly Friday matinee, Saturday evening. For mid'week programs cali Harrison 0362. CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— On tour. To resumé the Chicago season Aprii 3. FRITZ KREISLER — Last appearance March 4, Orchestra Hall, 3:30. GALLI'CURCI— Orchestra Hall, March 11. FLURRY — The Chicagoan, due on the newsstands of this good town on March tenth will appear, according to custom, on March 10. STAGE Comedy, Musical JUST FAHCT— Olympic, 74 West Ran- dolph. Central 8240. An extravaganza lighted by a whole galaxy of stars. With Ray Hitchcock (hooray!), Joe Santley, Ivy Sawyer, Eric Blore, and H. Reeves' Smith. Mightily diverting stuff. Eve- nings 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. GOOD NEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear- born. Central 3404. A college comedy already extravagantly praised, and to be reviewed in our next issue. Evenings 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. EARL CARROLL'S VAHITIES— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Harrison 6510. The Sixth yearly version, raucous and merry. Moran and Mack hesitate through hilari- ous lines. Julius Tannen, a brisk and amusing master of ceremonies. Evenings 8:30 Sat. and Wed. 2:30. A NIGHT IH SPAM— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. Raucous, too, and funny. A cooch dance by the Gertrude Hoffman girls is much winked about town — and deservedly. Evenings 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE DESERT SONG— Great Northern, 21 Quincy. Central 8240. A stage piece that goes on and on. Splendid singing, the glamorous Romberg music, and a brave, romantic tale well acted out. Evenings 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. THE BEGGAR'S OPERA— Eighth Street Theatre, Wabash at 8th. Harrison 6834. The 200th annual appearance of this gay, outrageous, cynical skit first made known in 1728. Incredibly announced as showing the "Originai London Cast." Fanny Ward, please take notice. Ève' nings 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Re viewed, perhaps. Drama THE CONSTANT WIFE— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 1880. Ethel Barrymore in a convincing argument for female philandering. A neat, well-knit, and well acted business. See it. Ève- nings 8:25. Sat. and Wed. 2:25. No Sunday performance. HER CARDBOARD LO VER — Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Jeanne Eagels, a most splendid actress, in an adequate and amusing piece con- cerning a harmless gigolò and a potent but drifting husband finally won back to the fold. Closing, perhaps, March 3. Evenings 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. No Sunday showing. IRISH PLAYERS— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Sean O'Casey's "Plough and the Stars" first on a list of important plays by masters of the Gaelic school, and excellent stuff indeed. To be reviewed. Evenings 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. Bv ali means. THE SILVER CORD— Studebaker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. A shrewd examination into maternal lov? devouringly prolonged. A play good to begin with, and nicely done. Reviewed in this issue. Evenings 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. EXCESS BAGGAGE— Princess, 319 South Clark. Central 8240. A so-so thing of vaudeville life, and named appropriately. Evenings 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Reviewed, perhaps, in our next. WOODEH KIMONO— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A shudder- drama loud in gasps and gargles. If you like that sort of thing. Reviewed in this issue. Evenings 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. THE WILD DUCK— Goodman Art thea tre, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. Ibsen cudgels the eternai meddler in a powerful but somewhat ungainly piece interestingly acted out by an improved Goodman cast. Important, and worth the time. Reviewed in this issue. 8:15. Mat. Fri. 2:15. Nothing Sunday. MINTURN PLATERS— Chateau, Broad- way at Grace. Lakeview 7170. Weekly runs of last year's successes, and done by a competent stock company. Cali the theatre for timelier information. CINEMA ERLANGER— 127 N. Clark— Cecil B. DeMihVs The King of Kings, beginning Feb. 26 for four weeks. Twice daily. UNITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Charles Chaplin in The Circus, the picture to see first. Continuous. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison — The Student Prince, almost as good as the originai, until March 5. The Patent Leather Kid, Dick Barthelmess in the squared circle, beginning March 5. (Continuous.) ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— Les Misera- bles, an expensive Hollywood version, until March 4. Old Ironsides, always a great picture, beginning March 5. (Con tinuous.) PLAYHOUSE— 410 S. Mich.— Tolstoy's The Power of Dar\ness and Ballet Mechanique until March 4. Dr. Ster- ling's Adventures in Pygmy Land be ginning March 5. (Continuous.) MONROE— Monroe at Dearborn — A Girl in Every Port, Victor McLaglen doing the sailoring, until March 4. Square Croo\s, less contradictory than it sounds, beginning March 5. Both with Movie - tone News. (Continuous.) TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. A dignified inn, secure on an unquestioned social piane. Margraff's music. August Dittrich is headwaiter. One of the very best. STEVENS— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. Large, new, brisk, and comfort- able. Gallechio's band. And a memor- able $3 dinner under the eye of Stadler, headwaiter. CONGRESS— Congress at Michigan. Har rison 3800. A city show place, gay and glittering. Johnny Hemp's smooth band in the Balloon Room, where Ray Barrec is chief waiter. And Peacock Alley. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A pleasant, hospitable, gra- cious stopping place made melodious by the Palmer House Symphony. Mutchler supervises your table service. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 403 South Wabash. Genuinely Russian and genuinely of the best. A gay night place frequented by 4 TWECI4ICAGOAN the people whose names are news. Music, floor show. Dancing. Khmara is mas ter of ceremonies. Kinsky, headwaiter. CLUB MIRADOR— 22 EastAdams. Dear born. Despite the harrassment of night places by federai sniffers (and, by the way, patrons are not molested by pro- hibition dragoons), this night blossom does well. Dining, dancing, floor-show. And Helen, loveliest of ali hostesses. Johnny Itta is table czar. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Dining, dancing, dining, dancing and so on with nice people and helped by able servitors. Brown is headwaiter. BAL TABARIN— Also Hotel Sherman. Floor-show, dining and dancing in a re- fined, smart, happy company. An excel- lent retreat for the anti-slumber enthusi- ast. Cali the headwaiter Dick Reed. He is. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 Rush. Dela- ware 4598. Nordic supremacy in the art of victualry is here ably argued. Quaint, nice, different. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federai. Wabash 0770. The lamb chops of Albion, haughty and splendid as the Coldstream Guards. Magnificent eating. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. An exclu- sive spot, the stopping place of suave and wealthy Goldcoasters. One of the very best. John Birgh is headwaiter. THE DRAKE HOTEL— Michigan Avenue and Lake Shore Drive. Superior 2200. Smart, genial, popular, and largest of the class inns. Dancing to the polished mel- odies elicited by Bobby Meeker. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. PEARSOH HOTEL— 190 East Pearson. Superior 8200. Quiet and scrupulously well-bred. Thoroughly competent menu and thoroughly nice people. The head waiter is Sandifier. L'AIGLOH— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. Teddy Majerus is a genial host for this excellent eating parlor in new, not- able quarters. Open until 1 a. m. Splen did food. Private dining rooms if de- sired. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. A quietly gay place, emi- nently respectable, and patronized by nice people. Gus Edwards' music and might- ily compelling rhythms. Vince Laczko is headwaiter. Noteworthy dancing. THE APEX CLUB— 35th and Calumet. A black and tan. Something of the Harlem intellectual touch about it. THE REX— State at 22nd. Hard and happy. Apt to be a trifle militant. Now and again set upon by prohibition spies. Worth a try. THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Boul. Mich., by Mervin A. Gunderson Cover For the Chicagoan, by Sheila Cum- mings Page 2 Current Entertainment 3 Ocular Baedeker 4 Topics of the Town, by Martin ]. Quigley 5 Do You Know Your Chicago? 6 Chicago — All Out 7 If I May Say So, by Gene Markey. ... 8 Lake Shore Lion Hunters, by Arthur Meeker, Jr 9 The Flight That Failed, by Vincent Starrett 11 The Crime Problem, by David E. Evans 12 Chicago Crime Anthology, by W. H. Williamson 13 The Thirty-second Showing, by Ulysses Jones and Phil Nesbit 16 "Better Angels," by Cobb Hall 18 Rhapsodie Pathetique, by Samuel Putnam 19 The Season, by I. K. James 20 Chicagoans, by Randolph Wells 21 Jeanne Eagels, by Carreno 22 The Stage, by Charles Collins 23 Taxi-Obbligato, by H. H. Torrence.. 24 The Cinema, by W. R. Weaver 2 5 Books, by Susan Wilbur 26 SPORTS, by Joseph U. Dugan 27 Music, by Robert Pollak 28 The Chicagoenne, by Edna Cory. ... 29 The Mail 31 K.ELLTS STABLES — Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. A Chicago sight for the out-of-town looker. Nuisy (ear-splitting), harmless, atfablc, informai, and cheap. Johnny Akcley is headwaiter. Bellow for him. GRANADA CAFE— 68th and Cottage Grovc. Hyde Park 0646. New, clever, good dining, good dancing, and a young, sprightly crowd. Well worth an even- ing. Somchow the details are foggy. TIP TOP INN— 206 South Michigan. Able cuisine, quict and nice. Turn to the right from the elevator landing and a corridor lcads to the BLACK CAT LNN, and therc on Saturday literary gents gather and guffaw across the round table. What with raids and writs and injunc- tions and ignored injunctions, the night club patron is thoroughly obfuscated. This obscrver is no clairvovant. We list: CIRO'S, MIDNIGHT FROLICS, THE RAINBO, ANSONIA, CHEZ PIERRE, CLUB ALABAM, CY-MAC CLUB, PARODY, SUNSET, RENDEZVOUS, and BLACKHAWK. Telephone the place itself for definite information. Or 'phone (not after 3 a. m.) E. C. Yellowly, chief of the prohibition boys. ART ART INSTITUTE— Thirty-second annual showing by artista from Chicago and vicin- ity. Eightecnth annual exhibit sponsored by Chicago Society of Etchers. Japanese art in the Mosle collection. The delight- fully humorous woodcarvings by Cari Hallsthammer. And the Horace M. Swope chiaroscuro prints. The Thirty-second show is compctcntly reviewed on pages 16 and 17 of this issue. ARTS CLUB OF CHICAGO— Modernistic stuff, the work of American artists, and some of it excellent. Sculpture by Allan Clark. Watcrcolors and drawings by Hclcn Walkcr Szukalska. ACKERMANN'S— Exhibition of watercolor and pastcl drawings by Léonard Rich mond. Old English prints and etchings. ANDERSON S — Paintings varied, and some of them notablc. ALMCO GALLERIES— The art and craft of the lampmaker in great profusion. Interesting. FIELD MUSEUM— Always worth while. CHESTER JOHNSON GALLERIES — English portraits. French modernists. Excellent. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES ~ Western pastels by Henderson. Western etchings, Nordfeldt. NEW ARLIMUSC— Modernisms, home- grown and lusty, and a loud lively dis play. Drop in on a Saturday night. _ WCAGOAN nbpicr of the nbuon Gratwties f\ SPOKESMAN for the American Hotel Association insists that the public wants to tip and will continue to do so. That the public will continue to do so seems a matter of no uncer- tainty whatsoever. Even casual experi- ment with the alternative makes this very plain. But if the public nurtures any violent inclination to maintain this pretty precedent, proof of such would reveal a very interesting addition to the sum of knowledge of human nature. The gratuity for service has long since ceased to afìford a glow of satis- faction to the donor. The gratuity has become simply an added tax upon the patron for service which he is other- wise paying for — and there the practice rests. The public, inured to the cus- tom, goes along un- complainingly. This, it would seem, should leave the matter in a status satisfactory to the hotel people. Calling it up for academic discussion would seem to be an example of a troubled conscience being unable to let well enough alone. The ten per cent charge appended to the addition is the rankest delusion as far as the public is concerned. The pian was first pro- moted in Italy and Swit2;erland. It has since crept in for limited application in France and Germany. In its prac- tical working out it simply means an additional charge of ten per cent — which sum we remain unconvinced goes to the servitor — leaving the patron to settle amicably for such service as he receives. The alternative is materially no different than here. If the foreign : hotel guest happens to be an American and take the ten per cent pian for its full face value he may need consular assistance to free his person and his bag- gage for movement to his next point of sacrifice. The Cause Prosfters V^HICAGO'S health department discloses that during the past year there was a twelve per cent increase in deaths from alcohohsm caused chiefly by the drinking of poisonous liquor. . This information, properly dressed up, may be made the source of no little gratification to prohibition enthusiasts. It reflects the inexorable working of the naturai law, the elimination of the unfit. Society may well spare these victims who insisted upon drinking strong liquor. . . . "Kali Wills It," as the Brahmin in India says when the disease-ridden low- caste drops by the roadside. H Just a Detail "Throw away your hatchet and get a hor, ERR EMIL LUDWIG, the Teu- tonic purveyor of sugar-coated biog- raphies, has decided to shed his talents upon an American character. This significant development was confirmed by Herr Ludwig himself during his recent visit in Chicago. "Have you de cided to write a biography about an American?" the Zealous Chicago re porter proposed to Herr Ludwig. "I have," he answered, "but I have forgotten his name." Herr Ludwig, since his arrivai in New York, has been somewhat in a mood of bewil- derment, ap - parently asking himself repeatedly, "How long has this being going on?" Immediately fol- 6 TWECWICAGOAN lowing his debarkation he was plunged into America's routine of welcoming a distinguished visitar. He was quite un- prepared for the suggestion of fame which the fervor of his reception con- veyed. He confessed following a luncheon tendered to him by Mrs. William Randolph Hearst that the arrangement^ there were done in a Napoleonic mould. Having received only $1,000 for the American rights on "Napoleon," it is quite easy to see that America and the reception he has received have been the source of pertinently conflicting emo- tions to Herr Ludwig. A Ha! — "Stuff-firoof" LLECTION officials in Chicago seemed to be gifted with an almost poetic idealism in connection with the enthusiasm they have displayed over a new form of ballot boxes which is to be introduced at the next elections. These boxes are called, shall we say humor- ously?, "stuff -proof." The election officials are attacking the dishonest polling place at the wrong end. Judges and clerks of the polling places who are out to put across some- one who bears the approved label of their superiors will find in their own convenient ways means of getting into the boxes ballots that are suitably marked. To place any material degree of confidence upon the construction of the boxes is simple and child-like — particularly simple. Election officials know, better than anyone else, the rift and the raft that are marshalled together on election day and turned into the polling places. Let the organisations give these their election stipend if necessary but send them to the country on the day of elections and there will be less cause for worry and concern about the con- formation of the ballot boxes! 'The Racket* Q sJEVERAL weeks ago we made a reference to a play called, "The Racket," which is being produced in New York. The play is based on an accumulation of facts or fancies — or both — by a former Chicago newspaper reporter who has turned playwright and joined the ranks of the home town boys who have made good in Gotham. Do You Know — Where is this Rohl-Smith? The play is a success. It has become an increasingly popular attraction in New York and this has led the pro- ducers to turn to Chicago with a view to displaying the attraction here. But sinister words have been trick- ling back to New York. One of the principals in the New York cast who was being considered for the proposed Chicago production — oh yes, this is clone occasionally — immediately went out, rushed to the office of his insur- ance broker and signed up for an accident policy written in a material sum. The New York rialto has the word that if "The Racket" is produced — this stagc-entrance? in Chicago our interesting colony of racketecrs will outdo themselves as first - nighters — but for business and not for pleasure. In addition to the distinctly personal feelings of some of our locai gangsters who feel that were "The Racket" pro duced in Chicago it would tend to hold them up to public scorn, the rumor flies about that certain persons of high officiai standing are assuming a particu larly annoyed expression when the sub- ject of "The Racket" is mentioned. The Chicagoan has personally in- spected "The Racket" as it is now being displayed in New York. Our conclu- TWECWICAGOAN 7 — this strenuous hotel? sion is that while we feel that the Cause of the Drama might suffer no great hurt if it never reached Chicago, stili we would like to know on just what grounds it is considered objectionable and just who is doing the objecting. The play does suggest some thoughts that would be exceedingly distressing if based on facts, but if the Street rumors of devilish business at the old red mill are quite untrue, why not let "The Racket" come on? A -this democratic anchorage? What Brand? CORRESPONDENT has taken indignant pen in hand to write to us a few things concerning the Lincoln cover drawing by Constantin Aladjalov in the previous issue of The Chicagoan. Our correspondent, it seems, is not a little annoyed with Mr. Aladjalov's treatment of the celebrated St. Gaudens1 Lincoln and thinks, altogether, that The Chicagoan in the instance of the Lincoln cover has lapsed into an un- becoming lightness. We are reminded that here in the home state of the Great Emancipator we have a Lincoln tradi- tion of solemnity, etc, etc, to observe. And, mind you!, our correspondent further indicates his notion that when our artist was executing this drawing he must have been somewhat in his cups. On this point we are prepared to make no answer direct. But we do assure our correspondent that if in- vestigation reveals the correctness of his surmise we shall find out what brand Mr. Aladjalov favors and shall immedi- . ately supply the same brand to the other artists on our staff. T, Changìng Night-Lffe HE map of Chicago's night-life is again set for some radicai alterations. This as the result of the activities of the zealous agents who set out period- ically from the Federai Building to quench the lights which bum too brightly. The present list of places which are to be enjoined from operation under federai statute is an exhaustive one. With these dimmed and barricaded, per- sons who insist on an occasionai late evening or early morning will have practically no choice other than to join their numerous brethren in the usually more subdued festivities of the fireside. Chicago's night-life has long ceased to be a boast of even the most enthusi- astic commentators on the Big Town. In the list of those which are now filing into line for the death march there are several retreats which could be dis- pensed with on the always safe grounds of general principles. Their end will cause no sorrowing even among those who are not quick to indignation when the subject of liquor violation is men- tioned. Some of the others seemed to occupy a position of distinct convenience if not importance in the nocturnal habits of a considerable number of our people. These will be missed, but only momen- tarily, because others will appear to take their places. Conditions of the era in which we live make it necessary that night-life places be conducted on the principle of the shell game. Now you see it, now you don't. —MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. TWECI4ICAGQAN IP I MAY VA Y /O A Grave Problem for the Undertakers THE other day that celebrated beauty expert, Mme. Helena Ru- binstein, dropped in from Paris, Lon don, New York or some other capital to inspect her new salon de beante on North Michigan Avenue. And being an old friend (I have now reached the point where I can no longer refer to myself as a "young" friend) I stopped by for a dish of tea. The new salon, by the way, is an extraordinary place wherein you feel, as you inspect the array of impressionistic French paint- ings and sculpture, that tea will be forthcoming, or chamber music — or a performance of the Russian ballet. This is not so fantastic as it sounds, for al' ready in New York Mikhail Mordkin is performing Mme. Rubinstein's rhythmic exercises. And it wont be long now before the jingle of bis ear- rings are to be heard on Michigan Ave nue — and after a few prances with Mike, fat ladies who formerly wedged themselves into elevators only with dif - ficulty will begin skipping gaily up fourteen flights of stairs. WE talked about one thing and another, Mme. Rubinstein and I. Since the beauty business is rap- idly crowding the movies as an indus- try, I asked what will the outcome be? "The outcome," replied Mme. Ru binstein, "will be that in twenty years we shall have no more old ladies." "What?" I exclaimed. "No more old ladies?" j| "No more old ladies," she answered. I asked her again, just to make sure. Mme. Rubinstein was very firm about it. With the awakening interest in the care of their own faces, it will be only a question of time until women cease growing old. I left in a thoughtful mood. Which is very rare for me. So rare, in fact, that as I walked down Michigan Ave nue after leaving Mme. Rubinstein 's salon de beante, I passed two friends who did not recognize me. That's what a thoughtful expression will do. It's a better disguise than a pair of false whiskers. But thoughtful expressions should be avoided, if possible. They cause wrinkles. However, I had rea- son to be thoughtful, for Mme. Rubin- stein's prophecy had stirred me to dis- quietude. What — no old ladies? I fell to thinking how this remarkable situation will alter the complexion of the world. Here was that gallant fellow, Ponce de Leon, who spent his life scampering hither, and often thither, in frantic search for the Fountain of Youth — whereas, if he had waited a few cen- turies, he might have found the answer in a jar of cold cream. And therein lies the theme for a poignant little es- <rr> "Mother, may I have Grandpa's old German beer mug for my Early American dining roomf" say on the Futility of Human En- deavor. Of course, the theme would have to be embroidered. But, after ali, a well-embroidered theme is always decorative to have about the house. THE complete disappearance of old ladies from the face of the earth is going to upset things generally, so far as I can see. One of its most far- reaching effects will be the necessary change in joke illustrations in the comic magasines. They will have to do away with ali jokes, showing a small boy weeping, and a "kind old lady," equipped with bonnet and umbrella, ùv quiring the cause of his grief. Small boys may go on crying, but the "old ladies" will trip blithely past, on their way to the skating-rink, or to have a new set of eyebrows designed. The dignified grande dame of the fashionable world, with platinum hair, an architectural bust and an upraised lorgnette will give way to a slim, bobbed-haired damsel who has kept her schoolgirl complexion nigh on to sixty summers. But who would guess it, watching her shout "Whoopee!" as she outpoints two flappers in a more or less Black Bottom contest? The old'fasjrioned Grandma type will be seen nò more. In the movies, Grandma, instead of making pies, will be throwing them. And what sort of a way is that to represent Thanks' giving on the old farm? In restaurants and night-clubs the familiar spectacle of a doddering old gentleman and a blonde young thing in orchids and ermine will no longer mean that Uncle Ned has been pushed in his wheel-chair up to the stage-door of the "Scandals." It will simply mean that Uncle Ned and Aunt Emma are partaking of a little after-theatre nour* ishment en famille. When they were married Uncle Ned's family brayed loudly because he was marrying a woman two years older than himself, but now Aunt Emma looks — and acts — younger than her debutante grand' daughter. And, as a matter of record, Uncle Ned may consider himself lucky to be taken along tonight. Usually he is left at home, gnashing his teeth (both of them) because Aunt Emma stays out till dawn, dancing. i BUT it is in the choruses of the musical comedies and revues that the situation will be most keenly felt. Let us assume that two lodge-brothers from Quincy are in town on the loose, TI4ÉCUICAG0AN 9 Chicagomen MR. EDWARD HINES, K. S. G., in an Ecclesiastical Moment Lake Shore Lion Hunters With Footnotes on, the Lives of the Hunted as the old saying is. (Anachronistically enough, getting tight is the first pro cedure in being on the loose.) But the out-of-town spenders, perfectly sober, are holding down two benches in the front row of a musical comedy, and as the chorus makes itself seen, if not heard, the inevitable "little girl on the end" is spied. The boys from Quincy get in some subtle ogling, for both are practiced oglers, and ere long the cory- phee on the end breaks down and re- wards them with a smile. The boys from Quincy can hardly wait for the curtain to ring down, as they prepare to dash around to the stage- door with an invitation to supper. They are ali set for a bird and a bottle. Both are used to getting the bird, and they have brought the bottle with them. But here is the big denouement of the story. How are they to know that "the little girl on the end," for ali her girlish laughter, is twice a grandmother, and that her face has been lif ted more often than J. Ham Lewis's hat? It just goes to show the danger and confusion that will result in twenty years, when there are no more old ladies. — GENE MARKEY. IT'S open season for the Lake Shore Lion Hunters. November to May is the time, though an occasionai hardy stranger crashes our gates in the torpid summer months, and is made to pay for his indiscretion by adorning a box at the Onwentsia horse show or spending eight consecutive evenings at Ravinia slapping mosquitoes to the rhythms of "Rigoletto." Generally speaking, though, hunting is best in winter. With the first hard frost the clink of the purposeful tea cup is heard on the Gold Coast, and groups of methodical matrons sally forth from their skyscraper suites almost every afternoon to meet the new ambassa- dress from Paraguay or the latest model in Peruvian playwrights. The funny thing about these lions is that, nowadays, you can't be sure whether they are the hunted or the hunters. If for any reason they don't seem to be run after as persistently as they had hoped, their roars of disap- pointment are horrible to hear. Some thing tells me too that their holidays are frequently spent acquiring a con' vincing technique in the arduous but decidedly remunerative art of running slowly. However, for the purpose of this article, we will assume that the lions are the quarry and that you are a Lake Shore Lion Hunter. How are you going to know a lion when you see one? And, having recognized him (or her), are you sure you know the kind of lion he is and the sort of treat ment he requires to induce him to eat out of your hand? (Instead of a piece out of it!) IHAVE enumerated below the four principal varieties it is lawful to chase in Cook County, together with the most modem and humane methods ap- proved for their capture. If you will give this list your careful attention, I can guarantee that the end of the sea son will find you with the toll of your trophies well up in the hundreds. S'il vous plait de commencer, Mesdamesl 1. EASTERN LIOHS. These are simply people imported from New York or Philadelphia for the primitive but satisfying reason that they are from New York and Philadelphia. If they are men, you will know them from the fact that they are invariably stated (by their hosts) to own half the state of Pennsylvania. If they are women, they have grey marcelled hair and wear a different tiara at the opera every night. (NOTE — It would be well to ascertain beforehand how many tiaras the lady has brought with her, as she will inevitably go home when she hasn't any more.) METHOD — You are somewhat cramped in your campaign for eastern lions, since they are apt to belong quite definitely to someone else, and the hostess at whose house they are stopping usually alters her version of the old saying to "Love my lion, love me." However, I recom- mend a little dinner at the Casino or the Saddle and Cycle club — -during which I would be sure to say genially, "YouVe nothing like this in the east, eh?" — or a cocktail party with fresh caviare. Don't be disappointed if they leave without giving you their home telephone number; they manage these things more delicately in Philadelphia! 2. ARTISTS. Under this head- Eastern Lion 10 TMÉCUICAGOAN ing I group pianists, composers, opera singers, dancers, and sculptors, as well as portrait painters, pure and simple. But it is only the last two classes that will give you any trouble. Musicians are w a x in your hands if you go to their concerts, — and, besides, their stay in Chichago is usually so brief and their time so taken up with rehearsals that they are scarcely worth hunting. o in 2. Artist iPERA singers, like the poor, we have always with us. They are, alas, lions only when they Ve not in Chi cago. The method is clear, if you care to a n n e x them : pat them on the head, send them two bas- kets of roses every season, and teli them you think they sing "Carmen" better than Mary Garden. Dancers will respond to similar treatment, although the best people do not really consider them respectable unless they are Russian — and some- times not then. As to painters — and of course sculp tors — there are no two ways about it, you will have to let them "do" you. (I find there are two ways of being "done," after ali, and I mean both ways!) No number of intimate little afternoons at the Arts Club will make up for a five thousand dollar order. It is a portrait or noth- ing. This is expensive, I know, likewise disheartening, as it is extremely difficult to keep up with the mode. In Chicago the best artist is the latest artist. Picture the horrid de- spair of the lady who was "done" by Lavery in Decem- ber, only to find that ali her friends are being "done" by Lascio in January. It might be a good pian if artists would learn to work cooperatively. Then a client could have her eyes and hair begun at Thanksgiving, say, by Boutet de Mon- vel, her nose added around Christmas by Savely Sorin, and the mouth left unfinished till spring, in case a new genius happened to come to town. 3. GEHUDiE ROYAL- TIES. I feel that no list of lions would be complete with- out at least a passing mention of the most magnificent of ali, the genuine hall-marked trav- elling royalty. The only trouble with these exalted creatures is that their enter tainment is ali planned in ad- vance, and unless you have an intimate friend who happens to be a member of the recep tion committee, I know of legai way which you can manage to meet them. So my only advice would be, try not to let it sour you if you're left out, and, if you're let in, have just as good a time as you can and don't pay any attention to your friends, be cause none of them will speak to you afterwards for at least a year, anyway. 4. Skimming by a number easily recognised types, such budding British lecturer, American aviators who carne down in the middle of the Atlantic, and mothers of six who almost swam the English Channel, — ali of whom are usually dealt with en gros by various clubs and commit- tees — we come to two most important kinds of lions, or, rather, lionesses. They are: (a) Countesses Who Have Something To Sell. (b) Countesses Who Haven't Anything To Sell. (T^OTE — There arent any (b) — that was really only put in to ma\e it harder.) sailing — aside that the probably en route 4. Countess (a) of as t<X) the SOMETIMES, naturally the countesses are marchion- esses or duchesses or even princesses — in which case they are apt to be Slavic — but the principle is always the same. It is characteristic of these ladies that no pursuit of them is necessary. Depend upon it, they will have letters to you, which they will not be at ali shy about send- ing on àhead, followed by a wire an- nouncing their arrivai on the Century on such and such a day. If through Royalty some mischance the letters are not to you but to a friend of yours, you can easily remedy that by discovering which day the lady is expected, boarding the train at Englewood, and picking her up in the last fif' teen minutes of the trip. You will find that your friend, es' pecially if she has had count' esses staying with her before, really won't mind a bit. After that it is ali plain from the fact Countess has lost her trunks (these will be telegraphed for seventeen times at your expense, and will finally be located in Elgin, whence you will have to convey them by motor truck). Also, she will want hot toddies at inconvenient hours, and undoubtedly expects you and ali your ac- quaintances to buy vast quantities of whatever she happens to be selling. You may count yourself lucky if it is something as innocuous as paper flowers or chances on the ancestral emeralds. I have known countesses who sold every' thing from Nurnberg stoves to Russian wolfhounds with amnesia. It is, perhaps, unnecessary to add that it is almost impossible to get rid of this sort of lion. Before she takes her departure your servants will almost certainly have taken theirs, which may force you to dose your apartment and spend some ruefully triumphant weeks at the Ambassador East. However, if, as sometimes happens, she is engaged in writing a book about America on the side, you can hasten the leavetaking by telling her she really ought to see California. If she says yes, don't give her time to think it over, but press a copy of "Ramona" in her hands and lead her kindly but firmly to the Gol den State Limited. I know a lady on the north side who keeps a drawer full of "Ramonas" for just this purpose. If this ruse fails, the only other sug- gestion I can make is to send her out to see the Stock Yards, having previ- ously telephoned Mr. Swift or Mr. Armour not to bother to be too careful when they take her through the room with the slicing machines. And that, I am afraid, might perhaps be con- sidered a touch out of key with the TUE CHICAGOAN n warm western hospitality which has made Chicago the "Happy Hunted Ground" of lions the world over! — ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. Aside Sotto Voce PASSENGERS alighting in the rain from the Waukegan Limited at Highland Park were diverted not so much by the spectacle of a race for the last taxi, as by the outcome. The con- testants rushed the cab with ali the speed that two inch heels and the weight of years would permit. High heels won, but only by a toe. As the wearer was giving her address to the driver she heard behind her a profound sigh, and turned to gloat. For the first time she saw that her opponent was a little old lady, panting and almost tearful. With a grimace the girl stepped aside and nobleness obliged. As the cab rolled away she wrapped her coat more tightly about her, looked rue- fully at her suede slippers, touched her already soggy hat, and started off on foot, remarking to the world at large: "Isn't it hell to be a lady?" — R. G. b. Poetic Acceptances Harriet Monroe Accefats an Invi tati on to Attend a Sfaiel at the Pick- ford Curling Club. The long, applauding lane of spectators, the shining ice keen and clear. The room. The tee with its broadhead and its broughs. The doctors, lawyers, merchants, congressmen, widowers, park commissioners. The machines parked near the rink, the machines that made the machines. The curlers, the lead, the skip, the sooping, the thundering cast, the break-an-egg-on-a- stone. The hands inside the gloves in side the pockets inside the great coats inside the machines. The sole of the stone starring the ice on a vicious cast. The machine-like stand of the lead on the crampit, the machine- like cast, ali draw (Oh! A verb!) me to the rink. — DONALD PLANT. The Flight That Failed Just Possihly Exfilammg the Botnb W ave TWENTY-TWO stories above the earth, in a great office building, the janitor and the mysterious tenant met at the mouth of the elevator shaft. "What are you doing here?" asked the janitor suspiciously. "What is in that barrel? Why is that door open?" "Ha ha!" laughed Peter Hepperle, jovially clapping the other upon the shoulder. "It is the beginning of the end, my friend, which comes always along toward the last. Do you see that barrel?" "I see it, yes," said the janitor stiffly. "What does it contain?" "Dynamite!" said Peter Hepperle; and he leaned closer to the other 's ear. "Dynamite!" he grinned ferociously. "That's what it contains." THE janitor suddenly stirred. Some doubt as to the sanity of the mys terious tenant entered his mind. "Dynamite?" he echoed. "Well, well, so it is! But what the dickens are you doing with a barrel of dyna mite? It might go off, you know." "It will go off," cried Peter Hep perle. "Listen! Too long have I suf- fered the insults of this city and its swine. It has taken from me my right to speak freely what I think, to buy openly what I need, to drink what it pleases me to drink. To day I have drunk the last drop of decent liquor in my basement, and I can get no more. Only the thieves have it; only the rich men can get it. Now they shall pay! When I have done with the city of Chicago, no stone will be left upon another stone; no rich men will be left to drink their liquor in their finehouses. Great buildings will go up in flame and come down as dust and ashes. The waters of the inland sea will rush over the city and engulf it. It is the end, my friend! I have but to push this barrel over the edge of the shaft, and down it will go to the bottom, twenty-two stories to the ground; and up, up will go this building and its people, twenty-two stories above the clouds!" "Take your hand away from that barrel!" said the janitor, breathing hoarsely. "Damn you, you'll kill your' self, if you do that. Keep away!" "On ali sides the buildings will fall," continued the mysterious tenant, with enthusiasm, "and stones will racket into the sky. The catastrophe will fili the newspapers of other cities and other lands, and will strike terror to the hearts of foolish lawmakers. It will be a lesson that ali will understand, a warning to ali who seek to thwart the will of the people. For centuries, the histories will teli of it, when freedom has returned to the world, and I shall be thanked by the peoples of earth for my determination. I — I — I!" "My God!" whispered the janitor. "He really means it." And suddenly "The mysterious passenger opened his eyes and looked about him" 12 TWECI4ICAG0AN "Who's the ham sandwich?" he grappled with the shrieking patriot and tried to throw him to the floor. "Go back!" cried Peter Hepperle fiercely; and flinging the other from him, he fell upon the great barrel and rolled it toward the opening of the shaft. With a scream, the janitor turned and fled. "Down!" yelled the maniac, as the huge container teetered upon the brink. Then suddenly cairn, he stood upright and made his gesture to posterity. "Goodbye, Sahara! Come, Michigan, and quench this thirsty land!" Placing his foot against the side of the barrel, he exerted ali his tremend- ous strength and shoved the petard into the depths. . . . THE explosion seemed to shake the city. Far up in Wisconsin was heard the roar and crash of falling buildings and the composite cry of the stricken multitude. Flames tongued upward into the pitiless sky and the city council moved northward to Evanston. The school board adjourned for the week-end. Not a newspaper was left to issue an extra edition; but a great cloud of dust rose into the heavens and spread, fan-like, over the city to bear the tidings of catastrophe. Far out in the lake, the schooner Hesperus, atfer weathering such a naturai phe- nomenon as never before i t s crew had known, rode into calmer s e a s and plucked from the water a man h a 1 f drowned and half roasted. His hair and eyebrows were gone and he had down so f a r and so fast on a piece of twisted grat- ing, torn from the doorframe of an elevator shaft, that his mind was ad- d 1 e d and awhirl. A d - m inistering such medica- ments as seemed necessary to the strange derelict, the skipper at last made port at a spot of land far north of the shattered harbor, and landed his crew in boats. On the beach, the mysterious pas- senger opened his eyes and looked about him. Gradually, as his wits carne back, he stirred and tried to rise, but fell forward upon his face. At length, crawling upon hands and knees, he moved upward to the higher land and haltingly put forth a hand to touch the sward. Then, with a shriek, he fell back and covered his eyes with his arm. The land was stili dry. ¦ — VINCENT STARRETT. Ennui Chicagoan IT takes three men to convey large sums of money from our stores to the banks, two men to carry the money from the cashier's office to the armored truck and one to stand guard over the doorman. We saw such a performance the other day. One man stood at the entrance of a building chatting with the doorman nonchalantly twirling a six-shooter on his forefinger to put the desperado off his guard. Presently the armed man's two colleagues emerged from the building, placed the money in their truck, locked up, and started the motor. The first man stili juggled the gun in the entrance. The driver of the truck soundcd his horn and waited, sounded it again, and waited. Then he began to cali. "Bill," he bellowed, "Bill! Hey, Bill!" At last Bill heard. "What's that?" he asked vagucly. "We're ali set!" "Oh," he said, "you fellows got the coin a'ready? I didn't see you come out." He lounged across the sidewalk. "So long, Joc," he called over his shoulder. And covering the passersby he ap- proachcd the locked money wagon and departed. — R. G. b. The Crime Problem A Solution CHICAGO'S population, at least that part of it which considers criminality a case for psychopathists, would no doubt welcome some method which would make it easier, if possible, to weaken the arm of the law than the old-fashioned habeas corpus procedure. Chicagoans should be originai beyond argument. Any one can plagiarise. And if our citiscns are not to be called imitators, let us by ali means embrace this originai idea. In the time-honored custom of ticketing we have a legai precedent absolutely without equal. Motorists who have come to know full well its efficiency will vouch for it. Suppose, say, we use a murder case as Exhibit A for proof in point. By way of enlightenment we'll imagine that X marks the spot where the body was found. Y represents the police in- vestigation, or the unknown quantity. In the next step, indicated by Z, the schemc becomes apparent in ali its simplicity. The officcrs whirl away to the mur- derer's residence only to learn that he has gone to the Loop on business. They leave a ticket requesting him to appear in court next morning. Arriving home, the perpetrator of the crime sees the calling card. A 'pilone cali to a politi- cian friend, and the ticket is fixed with promptness and eclat. In the vernacular of the artist, this would be a no-jury trial. How it sim- plifies the complcxities of the crime problem! — DAVID E. EVANS. TUE CHICAGOAN 13 I T NTIL Chicago staged the World 's Fair in 1893, most of the outside world regarded this city in the light of a frontier town, with Indians and cow- boys cavorting around the streets, lift ing scalps and staging lynchings. Wolves and buffalo were presumed to prowl the outskirts and stampede down the Main Street. The world knew that shortly after the dose of the Civil War the Grand Duke Alexis of Russia had been entertained by a buf falo hunt, the starting point of which was Chicago. (Though the starting point really was Chicago, the hunting party roamed far afield.) Yet the world associated Chicago with buffalo, with Indians, with wolves and other predatory animals. And in that latter respect the world was quite right. There were beasts and birds of prey a-plenty. And for years after the World's Fair had placed Chicago upon the map in her true status as a great city, the world was continually startled by the lurid flashes from Chicago's un- derworld. Chicago has its crime today just as any other city, but there is a difference between now and the old days. Fifty, forty, thirty years ago there was more brains, more cunning, more vivid drama revealed in a week than there is in a month nowadays. Chicago Crime Anthology 1. Cronin - Hoch - Luetgert - Holmes HOLMES' ARTISTICI HAND murder in the Rue Morgue. Chicago had its murder in the Hiawatha Flats, gory, grisly, sending a lurid gleam over a shuddering world. (That, too, anon.) The world rang with the Dr. Cronin murder. He was alleged to have be- trayed secrets of the Clan-na-Gael, and his body was found in a sewer inlet. It was located and the conspiracy dis- closed by an outstanding, persistent fact in criminology. To wit: T^o matter how carefully a crime may be plotted, during or immediately after its commission, under stress of mental pressure, some blunder is always made! AMONG the Cronin conspirators was a liveryman. On the -night was the a that he disappeared Dr. Cronin seen leaving livery stable in accompa- T ODAY Chi cago's crimi- nals, of whom the world knows, are raw, rough, even uncouth. They are coarse w o r k e r s with whom the old timers would have been ashamed to associate. Instead of brains, they use force. Instead of cunning, they use machine guns. Only once in history has a pris- oner escaped from Devil's Island, the French island penitentiary. Eddie Guerin, a Chicago crook, was the man, and the whole busi ness was plotted in Chicago. That required brains. (More — in fact, ali — about this later on.) Paris had its nied by another man. This was on the night of May 4, 1889. Though long after sunset, there was ampie light for sev eral people to see and recogni^e him. With probably fifty horses from which to choose, horses of inconspicu- ous color, the conspirators hitched a white borse to that buggy. And Joe Dillabough, of the Tribune, by pains- taking search, traced the route of that white horse. Dr. Cronin's associates were well known. One was a detective sergeant of the Chicago police force. The search for Cronin narrowed down to his last appearance when leaving that livery stable behind a white horse. Those were the days when, if a youngster saw a white horse, he or she looked around for a red headed girl. Also at the sight of a white horse, the small boy was wont to spit in the paini of his left hand; strike the spittle sharply with the forefinger of his right hand, and, according to his youthful Hoyle, it was up to him to go in the direction the spittle flew. Dillabough began a house to house search, here and there finding a boy, man, or woman, who had seen the white horse. Arriving at a corner, he would turn to the right and query every house in the block. If he found anyone who had seen that white horse, he continued in that direction. If not, he turned back and tried the left hand block. Persistently, patiently, he kept after it, until he found the place where that white horse had stopped. Inves' tigation of the neighborhood disclosed the sewer inlet, and there was the body. That Chicago crime had a distinct international effect. It forced the United States gov ernment to enter into extradition treaties, and other treaties to keep them company, be cause one of the conspirators fled to a South American nation with which w e had no treaties. 1° 0 H' THE HOME AND SAUSAGE FACTORY OF AD0LPH LUETGERT, SCENE OF THE VAT MYSTERY THAT SHOCKED THE GAY BUT SOMEWHAT SQUEAMISH NINETIES N OCH poi- soned various and sundry women for their insurance. 14 TUE CHICAGOAN PHRENOLOGICAL ANALYSIS OF H. H. HOLMES, WHICH CLASSIFIED AS SCIENTIFIC JOURNAL- ISM IN PRE-PSYCHIATRIC DAYS. PHRENOLOGISTS, TOO. FOUND A CRIMINAL, CRIMINAL He "got away with murder" for quite awhile, but finally his arsenic container was located. It was his fountain pen. He was hanged. Hoch's blunder lay in his failure to have two fountain pens, one containing ink. For when a detective sought to write with the Ione pen, Hoch's Con stant accessory, it emitted a colorless fluid. This man reeked with conceit. When an appeal from the trial verdict was denied and he was informed that his CATCH BASIN WHERE THE BODY OF DR. CRONIN WAS FOUND MAY 4. 1889 execution was to take place on a cer- tain day, he exclaimed : "What? Hang Johann Hoch? Impossible!" But he learned that nothing is impossible in America. ADOLPH LUETGERT, sausage manufacturer, died in Joliet penitentiary where he was sent after conviction for the murder of his wife. Her dismembered body was placed in a vat in his sausage plant and acid poured upon it. But the murderer failed to remove a solid gold wedding ring, which was impervious to the acid. Blunder! And one small piece of ankle bone was not consumed. Due to some ailment the bone had become extremely hard, "ossified," and enough of it resisted the acid to be identified as a fragment of human bone. That established the "corpus delieti." The wedding ring was convincing, but as a matter of law, if that bone had not remained there would have been no legai proof of homicide, no "body re- maining," and neither Luetgert nor anyone else could have been convicted of the crime. Joe Dillabough took a big hand in that case, too. One after another he eliminated the various relatives to whom Luetgert said his wife had gone to visit. Commanding the police station of the district was a brawny young cap' tain named Herman Schuettler, known as "Germany." Dillabough convinced him that there was something very "rotten in Denmark." Likewise he convinced his own managing editor. So one night there was a star cham- ber session between Dillabough, Schuettler, and "Jim" Keeley. At the conclusion of the conference "J. K." told Schuettler to "go to it." He did, and subsequently became Ghief of Po lice of Chicago. _ \ rAURING the three years following LS Luetgert 's death in Joliet, several families fled in terror from the house where he and his wife had lived, vow- ing that the place was haunted. Though none of them had ever seen Luetgert or his wife, they described the husband and wife with astonishing fidelity, in* cluding a minute description of the white dress worn by Mrs. Luetgert when last seen. Arguments were of no avail. Men and women swore that they saw what they saw. Priestly exorcism didn't work, and finally the building was re- moved bodily from its foundations on Diversey Parkway, transported several blocks away, remodeled inside and out, and that "laid the ghost." STILL standing on the South Side is the building that carne to be known years ago as the "Holmes Cas- tle." H. H. Holmes, a homicidal maniac, had arranged a chute from one of his rooms to the f urnace in the base- ment. How many he killed, no one DR. CRONIN, WHOSE MURDERERS WERE TRACKED DOWN IN THE CLASSIC MANNER TW E CHICAGOAN 15 ADOLPH LUETGERT— COLD, ME- THODICAL. STOLID WIFE-SLAYER knows. The dismembered bodies were sent through the chute to the furnace and there consumed. Holmes was col- lecting insurance on most of his vic- times. An insurance investigator be- carne troublesome. Holmes went to Philadelphia and continued to gratify his monstrous de- sires. Lacking the chute and the fur nace, he was detected by another in surance man, convicted, and hanged in Moyamensing prison. Because numerous individuate and medicai organizations were fighting for possession of his body, expecting to find some abnormal brain condition, the Philadelphia county authorities decided that none of them should have it. They made certain by digging a hole eight feet long, six feet wide, and twelve feet deep. Into the hole was poured mixed concrete to a depth of three feet. When it had begun to "set," the body was placed in the concrete and another three feet of embryo rock was poured in. Thus the body of the arch mur- derer awaits the "crack of doom" in a concrete casket. GAMBLING is said to be rife in Chicago today. Most of it is petty larceny compared with the opera - tions in the days when State Street echoed to the clatter of chips and the drone of the wheel from Lake Street to Van Buren. (More about that later.) And though the world from time to time got lurid flashes from Chicago, there was one red light that glowed and flamed for years. That was Twenty-second Street. For years Plymouth Court was the principal haunt of the ladies of uncon- ventional habits, but when they were transferred to Twenty-second Street licentiousness ran riot. From "Hell to Hackensack" was known the ili- fame of Chicago's segregated district. Frei- berg's and the Everleigh Club were known wherever white men were known. And that covers a wide ter- ritory. About fifteen years ago State's At- torney John E. W. Wayman lost his temper and closed the district. Since then Chicago has had a small section of Twenty-second Street around every corner. The oldest profession in the world continues to flourish despite the apparent increase in the number of in- tellectuals. A former mayor of Chicago got a small calibre bullet in his abdomen down there one night in 1911. The story was suppressed so successfully that everyone knew about it. Stark, terrible drama and tragedy centered in a beautiful girl, an habitué of the "red light," who shot herself in death one night on the dance floor at Freiberg's. Betrayal; the mad whirl of attempted forgetfulness; awakened shame; despair; the long sleep. FOR a period of at least a quarter of a century, no section, no district in the world was so notorious as Chi cago's "red light." And if sins are recorded, the Recording Angel must H. H. HOLMES— VERSATILE, MER- CURIAL GENIUS OF HOMICIDE have run out of chalk in keeping tabs on "Twenty-second Street." When one considers the shocking crimes, the fearful excesses that were commonplace, one may be justified in wondering what the children of those men are doing. For a wolf does not beget sheep, nor a skunk canary birds More anon, dealing with certain out- standing "features." — W. H. WILLIAMSON. [Note: Sketches illustrating Mr. Wil- liamson's anthology are reproduced from files of The Chicago Tribune owned by The Chicago Historical Society.] Tragedy Pharmaceutìcal FOR seven years young George Jaloppee had strived to attain his life's ambition. Seven weary years he had labored late in institutional labor- atories, poring over heavy volumes, studying complex medicai substances, ali for his chemist's degree. He was now ready to offer the world his well- developed talents. He got a job. He reported for work at a Loop store full of the effervescent enthusiasm that is youth's priceless possession. He would work with a will. Never shirk. And someday ... ah, who knows . . . perhaps a little drug store of his own . . . "Ah, Mr. Jaloppee, good morning!" the manager greeted him. "You are to start work this morning, I believe? Ah, yes. You are a graduate pharmaceu- tist? That's fine! Well, Mr. Jaloppee, you are to have charge of the special today — complete tire-patching outfits at 79 cents — and Mr. Punksnoozer will instruct you." — D. D. ? In our matrimoniai magatine we will pub- lish free the description of ladies, but re serve the right to edit the copy, as some women are positively too modest about themselves. — Friends Magazine. Putting it mildly. ? When asked about the Bacon-Shakespeare controversy, he vigorously denied that Bacon had anything to do with the affair, hinting, nevertheless, with a merry twinkle in his eye, that perhaps he did. — Town and Coun' try. Yes, and no. ? Miss Ella Gavin, 6450 Woodlawn ave nue, is convalescing at her home from a visit with relatives in Paxton. — From The (Chicago) Southtown Economist. And that is something anyone would break down from. 16 THE CUICAGOÀN 1HAVE an apology to make to the art critics of the daily newspapers. When I looked over the press com- ments on the annual exhibition of work by Chicago artists now on display at the Art Institute, I said, "Ali these art guys do nowadays is to write a sen- tence telling the where and when of the exhibition, and then tack on a col- umn full of the names of the prise winners and how much. Oh, for the good old days when an art critic laid about him with spiked cudgels, or even for the less remote days when an art critic was a sort of sausage machine turning pictures into words. . But now I have been to the exhibi tion of the works of artists of Chicago and vicinity. After ali, the art critics are right. There is nothing to do about the show but to list the prize winners. As that has been faithfully recorded elsewhere, I take the opportunity to list a few additional features which the press agent of the Art Institute desires to bring to the attention of the world of art lovers: First, that the popular conception of genius laboring unrecognized is not true. Behold young J. Theodore John son, product of the Art Institute school, aged fifteen or twenty-two or something like that. Happily married to a dear classmate of those glorious days at the Institute school. Living in the sweetest little studio on the north side, where the dutiful little wife creates popovers while her brilliant young husband creates pictures. A sweet picture of domesticity, even among modem young people, and art ists at that, is afforded by this couple. For the young wife has given up her own career as an artist in order to make popovers for her husband. And success! Oh, success! J. Theodore sub- mitted seven (possibly more) pictures to the exhibit, and the judges said, or at least are said to have said, they wanted to accept ali seven, but the limit for any one artist was five, so they shut their eyes and picked the first five, and two of the five won prises! Prises! Oh! an extra-special piate of your luscious popovers for celebration! AND I am also informed that three of the winners of prises in the show are under thirty years of age. Five of the others are without any white hairs, and almost ali of the win ners are beardless. Also, there is a nude in the show, The Thirty- s there is a nude in the show, and the nude is a prise-winner, it is, the Art Institute has awarded a prue to a nude, it has, it has! A 5 I went through the halls where hung the year's harvest of Chi cago art, I marked a few of the num- bers in my catalogue, for no reason other than that the paintings corre- sponding to those numbers stood out from a level of banality as being a little better, or a little worse, but thank heavens a little diff erent. So, in alpha- betìcal order, I have checks along these: Negro spiritualist, by Jaroslav Brorik; Count Fabio Carafay by Ger ald A. Frank; Self -portrait, by Hallie C. Frazer; Nude, by Belle Gold- schlager; Youth, by A. Lou Matthews; Shepherd's Family, by W. Vladimir Rouseff ; — and in sculpture, Station of a Cross, by Edouard Chassaing. In justice to myself, I must add that, within the space of twenty-four hours, I have no vivid recollection of any one of these works. If anything distinguishes this par- ticular edition of the annual exhibi tion, it is the unusually bad sculpture. TMbCUICAGOAN 17 econd Annual Showing sts of the Chicago Area "A CHILD COULD DO THAT EASILY. I COULD DO IT" AMORE BEAUTY' ANOTHER exhibition of the works of Chicago artists is being gath- ered, as we thumb our portable, by the indefatigible Rudolph Weisenborn, who is ali pearly with excitement at the visit of the German critic, Maier- Graffe, to Chicago. Weisenborn has written me to pick up my two best works to show at the Neo-Arlimusc gallery in the collection being gathered especially for the edification of Herr Maier-Graffe, and I have spent the last few nights in open-eyed debate. Whether to send a water color and a marionette head, or a marionette head and a mask, or a mask and a water- color, or an oil and a mask, or a marionette and a . Hang it, Ruddy, after ali the Art Institute allowed Mr. Johnson five! I have a feeling that Weisenborn 's show at the Neo-Arlimusc will be a far more impressive exhibit of the works of Chi cago artists than is the one at the In stitute. For one thing, Weisenborn 's huge Abstract, refused by the judges of the Institute, will be on display. H OWEVER, there is one good art show current in Chicago. The exhibition of Modem American Paint- ings current at the Arts Club is a hand- picked collection of the works of those of the moderns who have a definite American quality in their work. The outstanding features of this "American art" are: the use of distinct- ly American motives, such as sky- scrapers, smokestacks, tracks, water- towers, telephone poles; and the boiled down simplicity of execution. Fiat areas of color, chosen with excruciating care, juxtaposed with jeweler's-scale sense of balance. Niles Spencer and Charles Sheeler are most satisfying of the group to me; Elsie Briggs and Pres- ton Dickinson loom next. There sticks out, too, a painting by Louis Bouche. A lady, nude save for a pair of black silk stockings, is perched upon a green packing box in the front yard of a Provincetownish house. Dark foliage smothers the painting; dimly in the doorway of the house stands a man. The lady has one foot hooked up on the edge of the box, the other leg sprawled outward. In the area that would have been her lap were she wearing a lap, there basks a suave, black dog. The same Mr. Bouche has a painting called "The Nut," in which an elongated individuai is on his knees before a lady-bust on a pedestal. Mr. Bouche, I suspect, is gently kidding the dear art public. HOWEVER, the exhibition of American Art, though it injects no thrills and fevers, is a solidly im portant show. Another quality ali these distinctly American paintings possess. They are sleek and smart as the salon of an interior decorator. At the Arts Club also is an exhibi tion of the sculptures of Allan Clark. His wood carvings and bronse fìgurines of orientai dancers have brought whoops of joy from that great whoop- er, Sig. Bulliet. I found nothing to whoop about, but did f eel that Mr. Clark was a clever sculptor, and that his Vanity-Fairish works were de-- cidedly pleasing. Also, at the Arts Club, is an ex hibition of drawings, water colors, and other oeuvres by Helen Walker Ssukal- ski. The lady seems to have been con- siderably influenced by her husband, whose aesthetic ideal, if I remember, was to be found in his own drawings of gentlemen with huge hands domi- nated by large, knotty knuckles. ... I think, after ali, FU send a marionette-head and a water-color. — ULYSSES JONES. 18 Newsprints A Penny a Day THE lowly copper penny, which passed into oblivion in 1919, has suddenly burst into prominence again as the agency through which the daily newspapers may be yanked from the hands of the advertising, business and circulation men and given back to the editorial forces. Several weeks ago, The Chicago Daily Klews raised its retail price from two to three cents per copy. The Audit Bureau of Circulations indicates a cir culation of approximately 400,000, and so, roughly speaking, that meant $4,000 a day more to play with if it could keep its circulation up at the ad- vanced price. The 7<[ews apparently went out to make itself worth 50 per cent more to the reader and it has come pretty dose to doing it. PROBABLY no newspaper in the country can boast of more capable editorial executives. The necessity of maintaining circulation has apparently given these men more money and more space to do things with. And the re- sults are beginning to show. Backing this effort, the 7<[ews is also using full pages in its own paper and space in the other newspapers to cali attention to its editorial features and accomplishments. This in itself is a rather extraordinary procedure. It was done many years ago. But for almost a decade practically ali of the "house copy" of the locai newspapers has been devoted to crowing over cir culation increases, or volume of adver tising. (With the exception of course of the ballyhoo over the Sunday metro- politan sections, which really shouldn't count as editorial puffery.) That extra penny the rlerald-Exami- ner collects in the morning may explain in a considerable measure why it has steadily maintained an editorial con- tent pretty dose to par. Its depart- ments have been pretty weak in spots, but on spot news and covering the bigger events in a big way, it has had no peer. WITH the Xetvs and fterald-Ex- aminer both taking their edi torial endeavors seriously, the other two members of the "Big Four" may have to accept the challenge. The American undoubtedly will always be just the American. But let the Trib une become frightened, and the read- ers may get a treat. Repairing the damage of the past ten years will take more than a few days and a few dollars. One after one the flower of locai writers and critics have been permitted to slip east, while a rather niggardly policy on the pay- roll has driven the more promising of the young editorial men into publicity jobs and other occupations. But the smeli of printers ink always has been and will be a magnet for young genuises, and if the business end classifies the editors as assets instead of necessary expenses, a real renais sance may occur. THE Trib has an A.B.C, circula tion daily in excess of 750,000. A penny boost would mean about $7,000 per day. Even in this day and age, on a met- ropolitan newspaper $2,000,000 a year will hire a great many writers and pro vide a great many columns of white space for what they have to say. With- out even cutting the last two para- graphs off of the voluminous accounts of bootleg murder trials, it might give the Trib room for the locai radio pro- grams. — EZRA. ? Better than 99 per cent of ali telephone calls made in Chicago result in good con- nections and less than 1 per cent result in "wrong numbers," according to the report made today by William Balmer of the De partment of Public Service. — Detroit Eue- ning Times. And figures don't lie. TI4ECI4ICAGOAN " Better Angels" "Cohn Pone" and Drama BY ALL that is right and just, Cari Sandburg should have laid aside his scribbling some time ago and mum- bled his lines opposite Duse in D'An- nunrio's "The Dead City." At least 'twould have satisfied a certain curios- ity of ours, for truly Cari is an invet erate treasure digger. And who but he possesses such an uncanny forte for digging up things at inopportune mo- ments — lest it be an honorable but stupid district attorney? Ransacking through the files and musty stacks to round out his "Prai- rie Years," Mr. Sandburg turned up an interesting news story that had been written some twenty years previously. 'Twas the concoction of Richard Henry Little in his scooping days. Now had Cari been decently thrifty, he might have covertly tucked the clipping under his jacket for another genera tion or two and then demanded his price from any antiquarian along the Boulevard. But now it not only can but must be told before there's time for a de- cent accumulation of moss to gather on its northern exposure. . . . OVER in the vicinity of Mr. Kel ly 's Stables, "Better Angels" has been called divers things: Shall we let it go with — a tale? A monologue in. negro dialect which makes one appre- ciative of the fact that the little narra tive is not too long. The rather lov- able old Mammy Jinny (you've met her in your pancake flour advertise- ments) tells simply how she reached the great Emancipator's heart through a gastric conspiracy. Cooking in an officers' mess near the capital, it so fell out that Mammy Jinny acted as chef de gare to the President himself. She prepared just what he'd hankered for since the early days in the Illinois flats— "cohn pone, pot likkah and hog 'n hominy." In token of which, the grateful Lincoln — as in ali fairy tales — made old Mammy Jinny some sort of a haphasard prom ise. . . . (Business here of shifting the happy scene while the Evil Genius gets in a few well chosen licks below the belt.) . . . And please don't feign an ignorance of what's bound to happen next. . . . Yes, some disgruntled sol- dier near and dear to Mammy Jinny has deserted or fallen asleep right TI4ECI4ICAGOAN 19 where the O. D. can't help but see him without stirring from his cot! The President, somewhat brow- beaten by the then Secretary of War Stanton, refused executive clemency (whatever that may be; page Len Small). THE old colored mammy, after some downright thinking, assumed the role of a culinary Circe and persuaded the Colonel to invite Lincoln to his favorite mess again. This time she spread it in a "li'l grove he used to walk." Finally Mammy took matters into her own hands and things began to happen. . . . She reminded the Pres ident of his promise, simultaneously bringing forth the mother of the young deserter who was soon to die, a la brick wall. The President, resenting the ruse, remained firm in the face of ma- ternal anguish. When it appeared that she was out of trumps, Mammy marshaled forth her last face card — lovely Ann Scott, the runaway soldier's sweetheart. (And this point marks the best taste evinced in R. H. L.'s art of story telling.) As she moved out into the splendor of the white night — her head encircled in an aura of moonmist — the stoop-shoul- dered giant grew taut, transfixed. . . . Presently, the heavy years slipped away. Another Ann, just as lovely, walked at his side beneath the moon- shot trees in sleepy Old Salem. . . . Two women were made infinitely happy as they carried away a scroll, leaving Honest Abe slouched forward on his chair, turning over dreams of the Might Have Been. A WELL known reviewer has prophesied for "Better Angels" a place beside Mary R. S. Andrews' "The Perfect Tribute." Of course, the statement is mere folly. No school boy — if they 're going to continue to cram the Gettysburg Speech into him before he's capable of proper assimila- tion — should attempt it until he has got its greater ,meaning from a read- ing of "The Perfect Tribute." It only remains now for some Line-crasher to discover that "Better Angels" and the "Master of Ballantrae" have much in common. ... A servant relates both. — COBB HALL. ? LOST — A pet airedale belonging to a young lady wearing nothing but a piece of baby ribbon. — Chicago Heights Beacon. So that it will be very easy to identify her. Rhapsodie Pathetique The Second Movement — Crescendo MY MOOD, I find, contin- ues; and when a mood lasts for two weeks, there must be something to it! As I scoot blithely over the Parisian boulevards (across Paris for not more than fifty cents) , amid an utter and death-defying ab- sence of speed-lim- its and traffic reg- ulatio ns — as I hearken to the raucous, ear-splitting toot of the Paris ian taxi, which is like the toot of no other taxi in the world, I am reminded of the politer honkings of our own Yel- lows, and then — I am off! The loop once more is in my ears. How I love it — at a distance — and in memory! I recali a time when I was sleeping, nights, in a hotel room almost under the L, and when the thunder of Ken wood locals and Jackson Park expresses was a soothing slumber-song. I find myself longing, upon occasion, for that true machine-age lullaby. But ali this, as I have confessed in a previous article, is highly sentimental. By reaction, I fall back into the mood of seeing the mole on one's lady love's neck. It takes, as I have said, distance to do that; but the distance need not be spatial; it may be a matter of that other (some cali it the fourth) dimen- sion, time. It is so, I think, with me. For I had begun to see Chicago's mole some while before purchasing my aller' retour for Pa-ree. In truth, the fact that I was seeing the mole may have had something to do with that little investment — I am by no means sure that it didn't have a good deal to do with it. And when one does begin seeing the mole on one's lady love's neck, it is a sign — well, it is a sign of something or other. YOU see, I loved Chicago once; that is the whole thing. I loved her in the days when she was a wanton wench, in the days before she had set- tled down to a Wilson Avenue-Sher- idan-Road pseudo-respectability. I loved her when But ali that will have to wait. It will be told in my "Note Book of a Vanished Chica goan," which, the gods and the ed itor willing, may even see the light in this p r e s e n t publication. For the moment, my mood is the con- templation of that mole. And what an ugly mole it is! To me, that mole sig- nifies provincial self-satisfaction — the smirk of the wench who has had re- spectability thrust upon her, but whose parlor tricks are stili very crude. Chi cago, the trouble is, is a metropolis — a New York or a Paris — with the mind of an Omaha and the soul of a Bir mingham, Ala. Turn to the front of your Chicagoan and cast a sophisti- cated eye over the section pertaining to places to dine — the one hearing that ultra-sophisticated caption, "Tables." That is Chicago for you! It hardly can be put into words; it has, rather, to be felt. Chicago is not merely ali dressed up; she actually has, now, some place to go — a some place ranging from Bert Kelley's Stables to the Blackstone, from St. Hubert 's Old English Grill to the Petrushka Club. Yes, she has some place to go, but she doesn't know how to act when she gets there! That is because she is not, at present, a real person; for a real person always knows how to act. Chicago was a real per son once, even though a very improper sort of person; she may be again; but just now It is hard to have to say hard things about a lady who, after ali, is doing her best to live up to her acquired role of an aware and conventional propri- ety. One can forgive her for that. What one can't forgive is her refusai to learn. For there is, in Chicago, a certain inimicality to ideas that makes her case a bit hopeless. Chicago copies the gesture, and always, the stereo- typed gesture — but confront her with an idea, and she will battle to the bit- terest end. True, she takes what she thinks are 20 TUE CHICAGOAN "/ scoot blithely over Parisian boulevards- ideas from those gentlemen and ladies who, likewise, believe that they are in- dulging in cerebration: her newspaper "critics" and colyumists. Lord help us! What a sorry lot they are! Her music-critics are piano or ex-piano- teachers, and the only decent reviewer of the lot is one who knows nothing about music. In the field of the drama, now that Dean Charles Collins has forsaken the daily press, Ashton Stevens and O. L. Hall fight a rather listless battle for intelligence. In art, there is C. J. Bulliet of the Post, and what a jolly time he has sidestepping quotidianly imminent assassinations! Mrs. Williams of the "Njews should also not be forgotten; she is the sanest of the conservatives. As for the rest — Aunt Mathilde's and Uncle Ezra's. HAT hope is there, I ask you, for a municipality that de- pends — and is willing to depend (that is the tragic part of it) — on such sources as these for its "ideas." For the one or two intelligences present, I have noticed, soon grow tired of the strug- gle and cease to function actively. And when, by any chance, an idea does succeed in getting launched, what a row there is! I, myself, have one or two experiences. The fact that it is vaguely scented as an idea at once damns it, at once marshals ali the com- munal forces of asininity in its assault. Column conductors hurl their moun- tainous "humor" and Book Fellows bleat, drama and music "critics" sneer their little patented sneers, and Aunt Mathilde and Uncle Esra have hys- terics. Then the town goes back to the latest inane New York exportation and the worshipful perusal of its col- yum "poets." What hope is there, I ask you, what hope? No, I, for one, loved Chicago much better before she started trying to do up her hair and pulì down her skirts. — SAMUEL PUTNAM. The Season Briefly THERE was once a poet named James Thomson. He was called the "poet of the seasons," not because he was the mode for more than one season, rather because he wrote the poem of himself under the captions of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. But we are not here concerned with him. Few people concern themselves with poets living or dead. James Thomson once lived and he is now dead — indefinitely so, one gathers. But to recapitulate, professorially speaking: the season was, I believe, the subject under consideration. Now the London season endures for some few weeks in May or thereabouts. That in New York, or Gotham, as it is known to the press, occurs during early winter — similarly here in Chi cago. It is launched (everything of im- portance is launched, you know) in early November precisely and simul- taneously with the opening fan-fare of the overture at the "first night" of the opera. It (the season, not the overture) continues through that month, through December, and into January to the clos- ing of the Twelfth Night Ball, which, not too infrequently, occurs on the ac- tual calendar date of that name. During this time, debutantes of more or less charm are introduced, changed at the mystic hour of the opening of their respective teas from not too timid buds into — perish the thought, not wall- flowers; that gentle botanical specimen died before one's bachelor aunt carne out. And you must know that debutantes are always of a certain season, prefer- ably of the current one, but perchance of last season, or most embarrassing] / and even lamentably, of the season be fore last. This is a situation, not to say a dilemma, that ranks with being "the one before the last" in the heart of a man. However and not-withstanding, one strives to be of this season in the mat ter of gowns, wraps, ideas, hats and such-like trappings, even if the launch- ing of one's social career dates from a past season. These things become a trifle hackneyed after having been out indefinitely. After the season, "one of the most brilliant in the history of our fair city," has come to an end, as ali things mortai must, there are seasons of lesser glory at Palm Beach, and points equally south, also in California as well as at Deauville, and the Lido known to fame because of the exotic pajamas affected by its denisens. And there is Paris la belle, if one is beloved of the gods. But the consideration of these alluring re- sorts one consigns with a nostalgie sigh to that particularly bland specialist known as the cosmopolitan. There are seasons for ali things under the moon, therefore he who is wise shall conform, shall be seasonable, let us say. He who will not conform can be no more comfortable than a Mexican poli- tian, a poet, or the ordinary husband of an outrageously clever woman. Our moral then is : conform so far as is possible to frail human nature, con form to the season, the current one, con form at ali costs and at whatever perii to life and limb. Surely one dares have a moral. Why not a hint of the an tique in the furnishings of the mind of the season as well as in those of a town-house done by Esoteria, Ltd.? — I. K. JAMES. rWECWICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ A Mid-West Admiral TO play it perfectly straight, the story of Edward Nash Hurley would read like one of those success sagas in the American Magazine, or a romance by Horatio Alger. But instead of beginning with the small boy, whistling merrily as he swings his din- ner-pail along the highroad to Fame and Fortune, let us take a rapid glance at Mr. Markey's caricature of the gentleman. Here is E. N. Hurley, of Chicago, arrayed in what is known as faultless evening attire, about to stalk into a State Function. Obviously the invitation must have contained the phrase, "Decorations will be worn," for Mr. Hurley is wearing his medals. One notices that he is a Commander of the Legion of Honour of France; that he is a Grand Officer of the Crown of Italy; that he is a Knight of St. John of Malta; that he has the Chinese Order of Ta Sho Cha Ho, and others, reading from left to right. In case you cannot decipher the first decoration that glitters upon his sub- stantial chest, it is the Distinguished Service Medal, awarded by General Pershing in 1919, "for exceptionally meritorious and distinguished services in connection with the shipment of troops and supplies." This flattering recognition from his own and foreign governments attests the fact that Mr. Hurley is not merely a locai Big Man. His stride has car- ried him beyond the precincts of La- Salle Street and Lake Shore Drive. It is no exaggeration to remark that he is as well known in New York and Washington as he is in his own home town, and there isn't a cabinet minis- ter in London or Paris who wouldn"t telephone in person to ask him to luncheon. During the war there was a great clicking of heels when the well- known Hurley frown hove into view. FOR ali these picturesque phenom- ena there must be a reason. One reason may be that Mr. Hurley is one of Destiny's favorite sons, born under a lucky star, foreordained to gallop through the world achieving Big Things. He is one of the few persons who does not laugh when the comedian Edward N. Hurley on the stage pulls a crack about Galesburg, Illinois. Galesburg is not a comic name to Mr. Hurley. He was born there. As a boy he worked on a farm during school vacations. Later he donned overalls and jumper in the Burlington railroad shops at Galesburg. After this he became a fireman on the C. B. 6? Q., and worked his way up to an engineer's throttle. For four years he piloted locomotives. A discerning student of the Hurley history will discover that he was an active participant in the engineers' strike in 1888. Ten years later he was in Europe, telling some of the plumpest capitalists of England and the Conti- nent where to sign on the dotted line. He had already organi^ed and de- veloped the pneumatic tool industry in America; now he formed the Interna tional Pneumatic Tool Company of London. This was a sizeable leap over ten years: from the cab of a locomo tive to the directors' tables of two gigantic companies, with millions at his elbow — and several of them in his bank-balance. Of course, there is something more than a lucky star twinkling over these magic proceed- ings. It is possible that Mr. Hurley 's native shrewdness may have had some thing to do with it. In 1902 this colonel of industry re- tired from the marts of trade and settled upon a country estate near Wheaton, to indulge in gentlemanly farming and stock-raising. Adair farm has been his seat, as they say in De- brett, ever since. Occasionally, he or- ganùès million-dollar companies, by way of relaxation. In 1914 President Wilson appointed him Special Commissioner to South America, for the purpose of reporting on banking and credits in bananaland. Later that year the President appointed him to the Federai Trade Commission, of which he became chairman. He was also made a member of the Red Cross War Council, and the War Trade Board. EARLY in 1917 he was appointed chairman of the United States Shipping Board and president of the Emergency Fleet Corporation. The caricature on this page reveals "the face that launched a thousand ships" — and transported an army and its provi- sions and munitions to France. An heroic story, told in Mr. Hurley 's most recent book, The Bridge to France. Immediately after the Armistice he was sent by President Wilson to Europe to arrange for the transfer of interned German ships; and to accom- pany Marshal Foch to Treves to nego- tiate the transfer in exchange for food for Germany, under authority of the Supreme War Council. Following these man's-sise jobs, he was made a member of the Supreme Economie Council at the Peace Conference. He also found time to represent the Gov ernment on the International Labor Board, with Samuel Gompers, at the Peace Conference. Returning from France in March, 1919, he presented a message to Congress, outlining a pian for the disposition of the Merchant Marine. These were busy days, but his services to the Government did not end with the reign of President Wilson. In 1923 President Coolidge appointed 22 TWECUICAGOAN Jeanne Eagels, who display s consummate stage craft as the arch but over taut young woman who wins back a worldly husband by emjiìoying a harmless doli as 'Her Cardboard Lover." A moral £iece — since every- body s duly marned — it is fileasingly on view at the Adelchi. THE CHICAGOAN 23 him a member of the World War For- eign Debt Commission. He is a director in more companies that his secretaries can keep track of. If he did nothing but attend board meetings for the next five years he would not be allowed to lunch alone once. In the attic of the old farm there is a dusty trunk full of honorary degrees from colleges around the coun try. These are the fruits of fame. Perhaps it was Mr. Hurley who dis- covered that those processions at col leges, showing gentlemen wearing the fancy caps and gowns of honorary de grees are staged only for the movie news-reels. In addition, he belongs to more clubs than any man since John Drew. Whisking aside the stern mask of officialdom, you find a personage no less stern. He is not what I would cali a jovial man. Or, let us say that he is jovial only in the company of bank presidents and prime ministers. He wears an air of authority, as of one accustomed to homage. To behold him entering a club you would fancy that the doorman should be a Grenadier Guardsman, presenting arms. Mr. Hur ley is well-valeted, smoothly tailored. You imagine that he travels with ten trunks. He neither drinks nor smokes. I don't suppose he has ever wasted any time. He doesn't look as if he had. Like Samuel Insull, he hails from the Iron Man tradition. And yet George M. Cohan says that Mr. Hurley is a great guy. — RANDOLPH WELLS. Drama Of the Campus THE February graduation exercises at Northwestern were marked by a scene, sad beyond ali comprehension, and of which no mention was made in the press reports of the event which appeared in the Chicago dailies. It was not the graduation of a star athlete. It was not the tearful leave- taking of some graduating co-ed from her undergraduate boy friend. It was not the lamentation of a senior who flunked. Ah, no, it was something that con- tained the elements of ali of these, but yet was infinitely more sorrowful to be hold. It was the college boy bidding fare- well to his coonskin coat. — d. E. E. TTze STk G E A Dramatization of Freud SIGMUND FREUD, the Complex King, has much to answer for in this genera tion of ours. Out of the Cloud-Cuc- koo-Land of his sex psychology many chimeras have emerged. His dark pursuit of the erotic stuff that dreams are made of has aroused morbid curiosities in immature minds. His doctrine has emancipated from conviction of sin certain eccentricities of conduct that used to hide ashamed in the pages of Krafft-Ebing. His sci- enee has provided a rallying-ground for charlatans and an excuse for decadence. But among the bad effeets of Freud- ism — and they are many, in letters as well as in manners — one cannot class the play called "The Silver Cord," which is now surprising the natives at the Studebaker. This is straight Freud, but it is also good drama. It gives the Chicago theatre-going season a stir- ring and illuminating episode. It puts a new voice into the choir of dramatic situations. In this challenging piece Sidney Howard, of rising stature as a real dramatist, ruthlessly violates the senti- mentalist's Holy of Holies. With Dr. Freud's dream-book in hand he in- vades the sanctuary of mother-love and exposes the mammy song. Here, with- out mincing words, is the clinical an swer to the eternai mother-in-law joke. If there is any foundation which awards hero-medals to courageous plays, "The Silver Cord" should be ci ted for decoration. Its nerve is colossal. THE mother as a monster: there, in blunt terms, is the theme. The possessive, obsessive, horribly caressing vampire mother who will permit no poaching by wives or sweethearts upon the idolatrous devotion she claims from her sons; who is physically jealous of the conjugal right. The mother as a maternal pervert. Here is the ultimate iconoclasm. Here is a massacre of Madonnas. It is likely that many women who see this perform ance will whisper among themselves: "I know a charac- ter something like that." They, too, have been afflicted with mothers-in- law. It is likely, also, that the aver- age man will pro- nounce "The Sil ver Cord" a gross and scandalous ex- aggeration of the amiable weakness of maternalism. Whereupon Sidney How ard will slap his copy of Freud's lec tures and announce: "I told you so!" The fact remains, however, that the mother in "The Silver Cord" is a for mula out of a text-book on sexual theory rather than a character studied from the life. She is an incarnate com plex, flaunting her psychopathic twist like an inmate of Bedlam. Mr. How ard has depicted her as a vehement symbol of the murky instinct behind the malice of mothers-in-law, accord- ing to the gospel of Freud. He.wants his audience to look over his shoulder as he studies the works of the Viennese sexologist and to read understandingly. But he has blinded her fatuous sons to her mawkish vice, and so has damaged the plausibility of his picture. He has failed to suggest that they, like his audience, might have flesh-creeping sus- picions that Mother wasn't exactly normal. THERE is notable acting in two roles — the mother of Laura Hope Crews and the daughter-in-law of Elis abeth Risdon. Miss Crews carries the centrai character from the flutter of light comedy to the hysterical denoue- ment with brilliance and power. Miss Risdon, as the biological girl who de- clares wifely war upon the morbid mother, is an adroit, candid and at- tractive mouthpiece for the author's theory. The last act scene between these characters — one of those good old-fashioned emotional duels in an ut- 24 THE CHICAGOAN terly modem treatment — is magnifi- cently handled. "The Silver Cord" marks a high point in the careers of these two admirable actresses. Ib sen Ltomes to Lift wrenches into the wheels of Destiny, and the Goodman Theatre proves it a drama of timeless quality. "The Wild Duck" is as valid for contemporary America as it was for Scandinavia in 1884. Perhaps more so. John Waller's fantastic Hjalmar — a role of enormous difficulty; Dorothy Raymond's drab, honest Gina; Kather ine Krug's crystalline Hedwig; Whit- ford Kane's shaggy Dr. Relling; and Dennis Martin's rotund Mr. Werle, who looks like P. D. Armour — these are able and rounded performances. The Goodman laboratory has made a successful experiment, and a trip across the Monroe Street viaduct to taste "The Wild Duck" will cause no dis- appointment. Shrieks in the Dark 4<\ A /OODEN KIMONO," the V V new bill at the Cort, is a mystery melodrama. Yes, another one of those things, differing from its pred- ecessors only by containing more ex- plosions. There are moments in it which recali Pain's Fire Works and Hanlon's "Fantasma." Its story is as confused as the plot of "Il Trovatore," but it follows the law of its kind by finally unmasking the least suspected character as the master criminal. Herman Lieb, a good actor of Chi- IBSEN'S "The Wild Duck" contains a character who might easily remind one of the famous Dr. Freud. His name is Gregers Werle, and he has a penchant for delving into the happy lives of obscure, deluded people to bring sinister mysteries up into the light. He is a well-meaning truth- seeker, a meddler with souls; and his effect is that of a Destroying Angel. He may be seen at work in the Good man Theatre, where this play, one of the best in the Ibsen repertory and also one of the least-acted, has been staged as a reminder that this year is the great Norwegian trail-blaser's cen- tennial. This interpretation of "The Wild Duck" demonstrates that the Goodman is capable of fulfilling the function of an art theatre. In staging it is admi rable; in performance it is more than adequate. The Goodman players, under the direction of Whitford Kane, have revived this trenchant tragi-com edy with clarity and authority. Here is a fine adventure in play-going for anyone who is fatigued with the too frequent insipidities of the commercial stage. Here is authentic Ibsen. The limitations of the Goodman company may be evident in some of the roles, but the atmosphere of the production, the drive of the performance, need no excuses. This is a persuasive evocation of Ibsen's scene and people. There should be civic en- thusiasm over thisevent. The Goodman has found itself. It vitali 3 es "The Wild Duck." It re- veals the play as pertinent to tendencies of the day. Ibsen wrote it as a w a r n i n g against the h a b i t o f throwing vir- tuousmonkey- "He swears he' Il never let me be untrue to anyone but him' cago antecedents, is prominent in the cast, looking no older than when he used to play the tough West Side druggist in Joseph Medili Patterson's "Dope." Clara Verdera introduces herself charmingly as a crisp, attrac- tive heroine. — If you like to shriek in the theatre, here's the place. ¦ — CHARLES COLLINS. Taxi- Obbligato At No Advance in Rates TAXI-DRIVER: (Suddenly at Madison) Yeah . . . it'll take a long while to get north tonight . . . (Swinging into Michigan) G ! ... I ain't one of those fellows that takes chances . . . Sure lady, I know it's slippery . . . Yeah, I wanta get home tonight too . . . Looks like it did the night of the fight . . . Lotsa people here now for the holidays . . . I seen three Washington licenses . . . you couldn't get a taxi that night . . . couldn't geta taxi last week, too; . . . New Years . . . lotsa of them waited till it was too late to go any other way and got taxis . . . But we don't make anything like we makes in the summer . . . Yeah, you would think winter oughta be good . . . now a week ago here when it snowed was the only time I made any money . . . this week I ain't hard . . . G ! . . . Sure, lady I'il be careful . . . Now summer time here there's lotsa strangers that don't know the town . . . lotsa conventions . . . Yeah, they just take a taxi an ride around . . . (At Wacker Drive) G ! These cops . . . But we don't make the money we usta . . . Naw, they don't seem to be ridili' any more . . . There ain't the places to take them to nights like there used to be . . . They'd keep drivin1 from one to the other . . . Yeah, they ali stay home now and drink it . . . Fve made as much as fifty dollars in a night . . . Naw, that wasn't such a lot . . . But we don't make that now . . . That's what it's done to us taxi-drivers . . . You bet, lady, it sure has hit us taxi- men hard . . . Why many's the time in the ol3 days Fd sweep two or three empty whiskey bottles outa the taxi in the morning . . . — H. H. TORRENCE. God Almighty has blessed Chicago with everything there is. — From a speech by Mayor William Thompson as recorded in The Pioneer. Enough is too much. 25 (The CINEMA "0, Say, Can You See?" TMECmCAGOAN Now Showing Chicago After Midnight — Reviewed herewith. The ClRCUS — Believe the ads. (Go.) The Student Prince — Ramon Novarro a dumb but dashing Dinny. (Spend the time.) Wife Savers — Beery and Hatton again "Behind the Front.'" (If war is hell.) Soft Living — Madge Bellamy in formula No. 39-A. (Omit.) Across the Atlantic — Well, what could it be? (Detour.) Gentlemen Prefer Blondes — Less funny than in print, but funny enough. (Look.) Lady Raffles — Mrs. Jack Dempsey of Scotland Yard. (Miss it.) The Last Command — Emil Jannings, Rus sian version, impeded by Hollywood. (See it.) Beau Sabreur — No relation to Beau Geste. (Read the book.) The Private Life of Helen of Troy — - Not very private, but quite lifely, and comic. (Attend.) Sharp Shooters — Gob comedy in various ports. (If bored.) The Divine Woman — Greta Garbo enact- ing an actress and acting! (See for yourself.) The Gaucho— Doug lifts a fable by his boot straps. (Don't miss it.) Serenade — One should miss no Menjou picture, but if one must, this is the one to miss. (Conditional.) The Shepherd of the Hills — Wright again. (If you like mutton.) Two Flaming Youths — Wrong in both details. (No.) The Gateway to the Moon — -Dolores Del Rio for no good reason. (Forget it.) The Dove — Alas, poor Norma Talmadge (If waiting for a Street car.) The Love Mart — Billie Dove delightfully disclothesed. (Yes.) French Dressing — Too little the one, or too much the other, or something equally dull. (Play contract.) The Loves of Carmen — Dolores Del Rio, Victor McLaglen, Prosper Merimee and an all-around good show. (Watch for it.) The Gorilla — Cebidae capuchin. (Il stranded.) Spotlight — Esther Ralston abroad on Broadway. (Perhaps.) Love — Greta Garbo, John Gilbert and not "Anna Karenina." (If you like wrest- ling.) The City Gone Wild — Meighan gets a gunman. (Unless you prefer The Ève ning American.) Get Your Man — Clara Bow did. (By no means.) The Jazz Singer — Jolson in ali but the flesh. (By ali means.) ONE score and several years have crumbled in dust away since that memorable day when learned City Fathers, aid- ed and counselled — not to say urged — by earnest City Mothers, e s t a b- lished the Chicago Board of Motion Picture Censor- ship. On this, the 'steenth occasion of this unique body's prominence in the headlines, there seems to be something to be said. It is, of course, a tremendously impor tant matter, as His Honor the Mayor or any of his opponents will assure you. The big idea underlying a motion picture censorship is, summed up and boiled down, that of protecting the child from destructive example and — thus — rearing him to clean, virtuous manhood. The basic assumption is that a boy who sees Noah Beery chase Norma Talmadge ali over the rancho will go from the cinema to Lincoln Park or Oak Street Beach and pursue a locai. Norma with identical intent. The assumption is, even, that the locai Norma who has seen Greta Garbo wrestle John Gilbert to a victorious two-falls-out-of-three will be inclined to flee slowly enough to provide a con- ventionally unconventional fourth reel. The censorship pian embraces elimina- tion of scenes and substitution of printed captions calculated to convince Master Noah and Miss Norma that the foot race is in reality a rollicking game of drop-the-handkerchief, a pleas- ant bit of foolishness which will send the kiddies out into the sweet sunlight inspired to put the charming pastime into immediate practice. SOME thirty years of applying this censorship to Chicago have not been without result. While it may be true that the boys and girls are playing drop-the-handkerchief, it has been ob- served that the more active players tote a wholly inappropriate armament and a n extra vagantly adequate refresh- ment reserve. And while it may be true that Chicago has been purified by this thoughtful gilding of the Facts of Life, a resident hears of more d r o p p e d bomba than hand- kerchiefs and the world at large hears of nothing else. But these are s u r f a e e results; there are concrete produets. A picture called "Chicago After Midnight" has been entertaining the locai cinema-goers, not in the manner intended but very satisfactorily never- theless. The purpose of its producer was to dangle before the world, as a horrible example, our noctural iniqui- ties. Perhaps the virgin production did so, and with motive as laudable as the expressed motive of censorship, but the locai prints have been censored. Twenty or more captions inserted by the locai board— to make the gangsters mouth high tribute to the efficiency of Chicago police while in the very act of shooting the sidewalls out of the thea tre — send the audiences into hysterics. ITH this picture in daily ex hibition — and with "Under- world," "The City Gone Wild," "Chicago," and "The Racket" busily exploiting the same scene and circum- stance — club women "representing 30,- 000 citisens" oppose Mayor Thomp- son's proposai to establish a new cen sorship, under an appointed commis- sioner, on the basis that this course "would nullify the effeets of censorship in Chicago." Curiously, neither the club women nor the Mayor seem to reason that this must be the very best of ali arguments for enthroning the Thompson appointee. Of course a much better idea is to scrap the whole ridiculous censorship business and cali it a good — if some- what expensive — laugh. ¦ — W. R. WEAVER. 26 TW E CHICAGOAN BOOK/ jy/r. Emerson s Excellent Example IT WAS Emer- 1 son, wasn't it, who remarked that whenever a new book carne out, he made it a point to read an old one? W e 1 1, maybe he did. But that was fifty years ago. He would have trouble if he tried doing it nowadays. Not that the old books would give out. (Greece and Rome read at the rate of a hundred volumes a week, would of themselves keep him busy for a month or so. (In fact, I could lend him a week's worth myself in the Loeb edition, English one side, hieroglyphics the other.) But his eyesight might. The most futurist of us, however, read old books occasionally. Our fel- low townsman, James O'Donnell Ben- nett, for instance, has made it his prac- tice to read one old book every Sunday. Of which the upshot has been to write a new one entitled "Much Loved Books," a February best seller. Though, quite apart from Mr. Ben- nett, February has been a month to tempt Chicagoans into reading old books. Not books as old as Homer, the Bible, and Shakespeare, perhaps. But books say a season or two old. And the reason for this is that the town has been full of illustrious au- thors. Authors whose reputation was not made yesterday. Two of the fore- most literary celebrities of centrai Eu rope have been here ali at once, Emil Ludwig, author of Napoleon, Bis- marck, Genius and Character, and pro- spective author of a Woodrow Wilson, and Julius Meier-Graefe, the foremost art critic of Germany, whom, though he is really the property of the art page, must be mentioned. AND there have been Americans, too. Paxton Hibben, author of "Henry Ward Beecher," a biography which has given cheer to those of us who would like to be great, but who had hitherto despaired on account of that clause about making our lives sub lime. And there has been O. E. Rol- vaag, professor of Norwegian litera- ture in St. Olaf College, Minne sota. "Henry Ward Beecher" is an autumn book, but Professor Rol- vaag's "Giants in the Earth" is older stili, three seasons old, in fact, having come out last March. It is, how ever, stili selling like a debutante. During his visit here, the author has been offered copies of the thirty-third printing to autograph. "Giants in the Earth" is two things. It is a piece of Norwegian literature translated into English. And Norwe gian, or say Scandinavian literature in general, has come to occupy for our decade practically the place that Rus sian literature used to occupy for the decade of the Ballet Russe. Trans lated, be it said in passing, for ali it is worth. Ten people, plus Lincoln Col- cord and the author, have labored that we might miss as few as possible of the fine points of the Norwegian. And it is also that other thing that we are liking just at present, namely a story of pioneer life in nineteenth cen- tury America. BUT quite apart from matters of fashion, it is a remarkable book. In construction it is almost as linear as ancient epic. Difficulties arise one by one and are met as they arise. Per Hansa, on his way to a homestead in Dakota, has become separated from his friends, and is hopelessly lost in the prairie. He finds his way out. There are no beams to roof his house. He drives twenty-five miles to the Sioux River and fetches some. The Indians come. He walks quietly down to their encampment. Claim jumpers threaten him. Per Hansa and his friends have the stronger arms. And so on through a crescendo of climaxes met and passed. In the end the prairie takes, almost ac- cidentally, its toll. And yet that toll has a doublé twist of tragic irony. The material of "Giants in the Earth" is real, so real that at least half the inhabitants of the Dakota prairie have written to teli the author how exactly from the life this bit was or that, and yet he has so used it, that it seems not to have occurred to any one of his critics to say that the book is "realistic." Within the next two weeks we shall probably be reading books that are older stili. For the poet, George Rus sell, better known as A. E., out of Ire- land for the second time in his comparatively long life, is already ex pressing in New York his palpitance to see Chicago. — SUSAN WILBUR. JPORT/ Track Tradition THEY'RE saying Illinois will soon displace Old Kentucky as a breed- ing and training place for race horses — that is, they 're saying it in Illinois. And when one considers the Leona and Arrow Brook farms, a measure of foundation for the talk is not lacking. Not a colonel in ali Kentucky would deny the beauty and completeness of Mr. and Mrs. John D. Hertz' Leona farm at Cary, 111., and if any of them were disposed to doubt the mettle of its most illustrious color bearer, Anita Peabody, they learned a lesson during the last racing season. No less deserving of note and prom- ising of future greatness is the recently established Arrow Brook stable of Mr. Stuyvesant Peabody near Lamont. These two excellent beginnings for Illinois' champion foaling quest not- withstanding, it is extremely doubtful, in the opinion of this department, that our state will ever outshine the blue grass hills in the horse industry. If this be treason, make the most of it. But visit first that glorious stretch of rolling country just outside of Lexing ton in the heart of the blue grass, be fore you make a final judgment. There, it seems to us, especially in the month of May, you'll find the nearest thing to a poet's paradise in these United States. "Beautiful women, fine horses and good whisky," have been traditions linked in song and toast by sons of Old Kentucky since the days when a lanky pioneer in leather coat and breeches went about inscribing "£>. TUE CHICAGOAN 27 Boone, cild a bar" on every other tree of the dark and bloody ground. Beau tiful women and fine horses stili honor the traditions, but the whisky, it has been reported sadly, is not so good as of yore. Ali the more reason, then, it is reasonable to assume, that Ken tucky will never relinquish what re- mains of the famed trinity without a mighty struggle. If you leave for Louisville a few days in advance of May 19, by motor, and drive over that snakelike macadam road which winds up and down and around from Louisville to Lexington, you will un- derstand the reason why. YOU'LL know, too, after breathing dover scented air and gazing on daisy fields and appiè orchards in full blossom, not to mention the trim lines of whitewashed rail fences, stretching mile after mile up hill and down dale, how Kentucky has been slandered by the lily-painting, mawkish sentimental- ity of popular song writers. In the high hills and broad valleys near Lex ington, the road takes you past the stately horse farms. You'll drive in, most probably, to get a closer view of several of the more famous stables, such as those of Mr. Bradley and Mr. Whit- ney. If your visit is dose to "darby" day, you will, of course, have no op- portunity of seeing stable favorites at dose range, but there will be many other horses, slightly less interesting and probably more famous, to see. Perhaps you are already one whose name is inscribed on the visitors' book outside Man O' War's stali. If so, you will remember the grinning darky whose proud job it is to care for this greatest of ali race horses. At the time we visited Lexington, Man O' War was quartered on the beautiful estate of Mr. Clarence LeBus, Sr. The sta ble boy practiced on us his favorite practical joke, a trick, he said, he had played on hundreds of visitors with equal success. Bowing, scraping and grinning, he led us into the stable and a moment later opened the doors of two box stalls. Then, cackling glee- fully, he said, "There he is, suh, one of them two hosses is Man O' War, now let's see you pick 'im out." Possibly mental telepathy had some thing to do with it, because we didn't waste a second in choosing the wrong horse. "I know'd you would!" shouted the darky, slapping his thigh, "They ali do, dad bob it, they ali do!" — JOSEPH U. DUGAN. MU/ICAL NOTE/ The C. C. I. S. C. M. Is Born WITH one Wesley La Violette as mov- ing spirit and Herr Frederick Stock as master of ceremo- nies, the Chicago Chapter of the In ternational Society for Contemporary Music (wheewie!) 4was born on Wed- n e s d a y evening, February 8, at the Cliff Dwellers Club. Before an audience compris- ing a fair locai representation of music-lovers and makers, delegates from the Extreme Left and Right, a rather anemie pro gram of modem works was. dished up. The Gordon String Quartet favored the villagers with, firstly, the Sixth Quartet of Darius Milhaud. This spe dile member of the notorious Six seems and has always seemed a complete washout to your crabbed correspond ent. He has the excuse neither of originality nor of high technical pro- ficiency. His music is spineless, pallid, and compact of transparent tricks, to- wit: his habit of scoring a long phrase parallel to itself in a dissonant con- trasting key. Some interest he has as unofficial theorist for his own group of composers, but his own compositions, to our mind, make little or no dent on the surface of the contemporary field. The Gordons later presented Four Indiscretions of Louis Gruenberg, a disciple of the great Busoni and a mod em composer of no little imagination. If there is anything indiscreet about his quartet it lies in its bitter, incisive irony, warmly felt and boldly con- ceived. A young American of obvious talent, he scores with a tonic sarcasm that is not soon forgotten. EDWARD COLLINS played ex- cellently two harmless and dull pieces of Stravinsky, and then teaming with Rudolph Reuter, did a Rhapsodia Viennese for two pianos by the young Italian, Castelnuovo-Tedesco. The piece was only fairly rhapsodic and as Viennese as ravioli. Its efFectiveness lay largely in the verve with which the two locai pianists attacked it. This ini ti al meeting enjoyed a first performance of a Sonata for Violin and Piano by Ruth Craw- f o r d, student in composition of Adolph Weidig. Despite the fact that the work is made with com plete disregard for the ordinary can- ons of tonality it boasts a large and carefully planned structure. Here and there are traces of the influence of Scriabin, but the spirit is originai. A puckish second movement captioned "buoyant," hung upon a sprite-like theme tossed from fiddle to piano, is particularly ingratiating. The inter- preters, Amy Neill and Lee Pattison, did a thoughtful and sympathetic job. The Chicago Chapter should pro vide the means for the hearing of many an intimate and vital modem chamber work. And the organisation is assured of a wide public. Joe, the Ethiopian bus-boy for the Cliff Dwellers, sat with us on a table at the back of the hall and sent the Chapter off with a laconic — "I likes this modem music." Rachmamnoff— Casals RACHMANINOFF and Casals have come and gone and there is little that can be said about them unless one glides unresistant into dull and meaningless paneygyrics. The Russian is a great pianist, in manner austere, at heart a poetic and slightly sentimental soul who will captivate historians of his instrument as Liszt, Rubinstein and Paderewski have done already. He will bulk larger as an interpreter than as a composer. He owns a countless public devoted to his dignity, his colos- sal technique, and his fine imagination. Posterity may even forgive him that damned Prelude. Casals, the bald little Spaniard, is the Napoleon of the cello. He, too, has majesty that is beyond analysis. 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He played on February 5 the Grieg Sonata in A minor, a Bach Suite and miscellaneous pieces of Moor, Turina and Debussy. And everything was perfect. Paul Kochanski THE eighteenth program of the symphonic series was one of the two or three best of the year. After leading off with the Mozart G minor symphony, Stock introduced the solo- ist for the week-end, Paul Kochanski, in Bach's A minor violin concerto. The Polish artist, heard here in recital ear- lier in the season, played with an easy fluency, although in the last movement he ran away from his orchestra. It was later that he achieved genuine climax in the Szymanowski Concerto in one movement, for violin and orchestra. This work, besides being an impor tant contribution to modem orchestrai literature, opens up new fields for the solo violin. The composer, working in dose conjunction probably with Ko chanski himself, has created an entirely new technique for the violin, resplen- dent with a variety of weird harmon- ics, spiccatos and doublé stop passages that would have astonished an old- timer like Joachim. By means of this technique the violin becomes an au- thentic voice in the body of orchestrai tone-color and in the Szymanowsi opus hovers over the landscape of wood, string and brass like some brilliant, exotic bird, singularly and gorgeously alone. We do not understand yet how Kochanski did it, for the concerto must present devilish difficulties. He is a Paganini in frock coat and he needs no colored lights. Reuter-Gordon On February 14, Reuter and Gor don gave the first of their annual series of ensemble recitals at Kimball Hall, introducing the Medtner G major sonata to American audiences. Rea- sonably enough, this composer has been dubbed the "Russian Brahms," for he descends lineally from the bearded Johannes. The sonata is meaty and dimensionally vast. It is, in the main, abstract music, showing a racial cast only in the broad, liturgical theme of the second movement. Of further musical consequence was "A Dialogue in the Garden of Lindi' l'ara," by Joaquin Nin, musical brother of De Falla. Written for solo violin, it caught intermittently the feeling of the Iberian night in long, sonorous, declamatory passages, interlarded with Spanish dance rhythms sophisticatedly harmonized. The program closed with an expert reading of the Brahms D minor sonata. Gordon's fiddle had been out in the rainy night and at intervals it failed to obéy with its usuai docility. A detait unimportant enough. Both these gen- tlemen are first-rate artists and their ensemble recitals deserve the attention of ali the locai musical customers. -ROBERT POLLAR. R ecords The Victor Company has shown unusual modem tendencies in using recently three things of considerable interest by compos- ers who are stili alive and generally con- sidered to belong to the most advanced school of composition. The Waltz (Nos. 9130-1). It is very in teresting, after hearing Mr. Stock for many years cojiduct the interesting Ravel piece and after just having heard Mr. Ravel himself, to listen to the reading by Mr. Albert Coates. His enormous energy and abnormally fast tempo are at once apparent as he races through the three discs completing the work. But with ali there is a very fine feeling for dramatic climax and a very nice shade of contrast. The last face of the work, unless one is careful how he plays it, is apt to blast a bit, due to the very great volume. On the whole, it is a very splen did recording. The Fountain of Rome (Nos. 9126-7) (Respighi) is purely pictorial and descrip- tive music, but as such is very charming. Much more charming than interesting perhaps. I do not think it nearly as fine nor as stirring as the same composer's "Pines of Rome," which is stili to be recorded. This particular work that has been recorded for the Victor Company by Albert Coates has a very direct ap peal to the senses rather than making us sit up and take notice of a man really offering us something new. Again noth- ing can be offered except praise for the recording itself. So very realistic, in fact, that a small room will hardly hold it. Waltz Scherzo and March Scherzo from the "Love of Three Oranges" (9128) (Prokofieff). Three selections offer us for the first time any recorded music of this quite interesting modem Russian, and, whether you like it or not, it is well worth hearing and giving a trial. TWECUICAGOAN 29 "The CWICACOCNNE For F ace an d F igure IF YOU aren't going to the Riveria, nor to Florida or California, I sub- mit as a substitute, either as recreation or rejuvenation, a course of "beauty treatments'" at one of the new beauty salons on our best North side. There are several, each with its own distinc- tive, even distinguished, manner and method. There is, for instance, the very smart domain of Helena Rubenstein, with Miss Rubenstein "in person" at the present time. Miss Rubenstein's establishment seems to me to excel in two points. They are, in her compe- tent diagnosis of individuai needs — -and of course, the equipment to give indi viduai care — and her grasp of individ uai taste and personality. In fact, one of her most important conceptions of what the technique of beauty consists, is that it is mainly a plain business of making the most of one's good points and concealing the bad ones. That and the idea of mak ing one's outward appearance a charm ing index of the bright and shining personality that should be within. She says it much better herself, but that is what she means. ELIZABETH ARDEN specializes in the care of skin and figure. You can have sunbaths, and, besides having a mirror paneled exercise room in which you can bend and somer- sault on a satin covered mattress, there is an enormous contrivance which rolls off an extra tummy. It looks like one of those Chinese instruments of tor ture you used to see in ancient Har' per's Bazar travel articles, but they ( say that several used-to-be-fat ladies swear by it. Anyway it is something to see! The new shop downstairs is a charming thing — decorated by Joseph Platt — and while you look at the delec- table negligees andsoforths Miss Arden has collected abroad and in New York, a pleasant maid gives you a very decent cup of tea. A VERY new beauty establishment is the one in the tower of 1400 Lake Shore Drive, the Guehring Stu- dios. Mrs. Guehring is a Californian MARIE EARLE SAYS YOUR FACE WILL WEAR MUCH BETTER IF YOU DO NOT WASH IT ARE you one of those expressive women who use their faces as they talk? Registering amusement, sur- prise, happiness, sorrow — wearing a thousand different faces during the day, . . . The Marie Earle treatment is joy- ously restf ul. First a cleansing applica tion of the Essential Cream. Then the Essential Cream again for nourishing, with the soft white Cucumber Emul- sion. Finally the Marie Earle lotion that is right for you. Your face will wear much better, if you never wash it again. For in this devastating ci ini ale, hard water and alkaline soap inevitably tend to dry, to wrinkle, to age delicate complexions. In the smart Chicago shops are Marie Earle preparations, cosmetics, perfumes, and bath accessories. In jars, bottles and boxes, in perfect taste. And it is ever true economy to buy the best. "Specialist in faces" Marie Earle is a specialist in faces. Her orig inai salon was established in Paris in 1910. Here she became known to women socially prominent in this country and abroad. Women who set the fashion adopt Marie Earle preparations because they give such wonderf ul results. It is simple to give your- self an individualized Marie Earle treatment at home. When in New York have a treat ment at the Fifth Avenue Salon. In Palm Beach the Marie Earle Salon is at Bonwit Teller's. <9£"<3, U.S. PAT. OFFICE Established Paris, 1910 Now at 660 Fifth Avenue, New York City TUE CHICAGOAN ALLERTON HOUSE To see it is to want to Uve there To live here is to be at home — when away from home! Michigan at Huron Chicago Extensive Comfortable Lounges Resident Women's Director Special Women's Elevators Fraternity Rooms Ball and Banquet Rooms Circulating Library Billiards Chess Cafeteria Athletic Exercise Rooms Allerton Clee Club in Main Dining Room Monday at 6:30 P. M. The World's Largest Indoor Golf Course CRAIG WOOD Professional in charge 18 Holes — Driving nets Sand traps — 6 Water Holes Public invited. ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY RATES PER PERSON Single - - $12.00 — $20.00 Doublé • • $8.00 $15.00 Transient • $2.50 — $3.50 Deseriptlve Leaflat on Request CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW YORK and has for five years been abroad, pok- ing in the queerest corners of the world that ever a white woman ever visited. She and her daughter, when they started for an expected year's trip in the Orient, took with them a portable permanent waving machine for their own use and for those in their party. It proved an Open Sesame for every royal harem, zenana, English or Dutch residency from China back to the Red Sea. They waved the hair of em- presses, sultanas, queens, princcsscs and royal wives with titles too queer to remember. They met with the Roosevelt expedition, they glimpscd the top of Mount Everest, they toured Little Tibet, Indo-China, Ceylon and ali the funny little and big countries which are just geography to most of us. But at the end, in spite of their un- paralleled chances to study and observe the methods of Eastern beauties and exchange ancient and mysterious for- mulae for American science and French invention, Mrs. Guehring spon- sors the simplest of beauty methods. Her entire theory is built up on two things, cleanliness and circulation. But where the accepted method toward both cleanliness and circulation has been a combination of oiling and man- ipulation, Mrs. Guehring has a per- fected formula for achieving them chemically. That is, she promotes the growth of hair, arrests its graying and restores its color by keeping it so clean, and thus stimulating the circulation, that the hair itself does the rest. Her method is not a quick one, she says, but it is completely wholesome, since it consists entirely in helping nature to remake itself. Her facial treatment is based on the same principle. By means of a liquid mask she encourages a healthy circula tion which at once nourishes the tis- sues and grows healthy new skin and throws off sallow dead surface cuticlc. It sounds reasonable, and it fcels mar- velously refreshing. IF YOU haven't been on Walton Place in the last few weeks be sure to go soon to the new decorating shop called Julie Rind. They have any number of things of extraordinary in terest, some Moroccan boxes, a set of old English champagne glasses that would make a wedding present as is a wedding present, and some truly gor- geous fabrics. The shop itself has plain whitewashed walls decorated with blue Pilgrim's Progress Mr. Simple pauses before a stern and rock-bound box office to contem plate the S. R. O. sign and shudder out into the night. Mr. Worldly Wise Man, having stopped by for excellent tickets at Couthoui, Inc.,* raises an ironie eye- brow and enters the theatre with his party. •Mr. Worldly Wise Man knew, of course, that he conici have made his selection from a Couthoui stand at the Congress, Biadatone, Drake, La Salle. Morrison, Stevens, Sher man and Seneca hotels, or at the Hamilton, C.A.A., I.A.C., Union League, Standard, and University clubs. COUTHOUI For Tickets LUNCH EON — DINNER — SUPPER "AS OTHERS SEE US" Ely Khmara Is the halieff of the Russian Petrushka. He look» like a good-look- Ing Leo Donnelly, i- almost as funny and sings better.— Ashton Stevens. Sophlstlcated dlners-out are gatherln; thene night* at the Petrushka.— Journal. 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Creenleaf 4777 The Home of Successful People A cheery apartment at The Orrington is a passport to a happier, more com- fortable life. Our trained staff ministiers to your wants as faithfully as a host of servants in a private home — and at less expense. Besides, The Orrington is convenient, exclusive, the home of successful people. GTfw Orrington Phone University 8700 Evanston's Largest and Finest Hotel and the most interesting swag, just a plain graceful line of blue around the walls like a frieze. — EDNA CORY. The_Mail Letters of general interest to Chi' cagoans will be puhlished when signed with full name and address. The New Ofrera House Editor, The Chicagoan, Sir: I like your paper very much and, al- though I might have a few remarks of a caustic nature to make, I will leave those to the many who delight in giving them. To teli you that I enjoy reading The Chi cagoan is the main reason for this letter, but I also have something on my mind of a purely Chicago nature. Undoubtedly you have thought of it prò and con and per haps have voiced yourself in print already on the subject, but if you have not per- chance you will consider this. My feelings are of the new "house" for the Chicago Civic Opera. To go back a few years to the building of the Auditorium. It was, as you know, designed by Louis Sullivan, a great builder An Individually Prescribed PERMANENT WAVE by the T^ew TEXT-O-METER One of the first in Chicago authorized to use the Text-O-Meter thus indi vidually prescribing for TOUR waves as an oculist prescribes for your eyes. Tel: Whitehall 4180 GUEHRING STUDIOS "Hairdressing and Barber Service" 1400 Lake Shore Drive ,fACES s£Ìl\CLD To keep renewing the fresh- nessof your skin— that is the secret of enduring youth. To hold back the sands of urne, to touch the fading skin into renewed loveliness — that is themission of HelenaRubin- stein's preparations. 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Youthf ul tones for I every facial colouring. j 1.00 to 5.00 , Maison de Beaute Valaze \ 670 North Michigan Avena* For appointment Telephone Whitehall 4242 TUE CHICAGOAN elephas indicus John Hancock Elephant A sober, able, reliable citizen. A bulwark of sound progress. A loyal friend, a learned gentleman, an honorable associate. And a jolly fellow enough when you get to know him. But — His memory — incredible! He dined at Kern's restaurant when Charley Rector was its lowly steward. He's ncver dined so well since. Doesn't think it possible. He heard Anna Held — often. And none other is worth hearing. Society will never charm him as it did in the days when Mrs. Potter Palmer was a young matron. So he goes out rarely. Cap. Anson is his choice athlete; Lillian Langtry his favorite actress. This fellow Thackeray, a smart set novel- ist. And he confesses a weakness for ultra-modern music, notably a jingle called "The Merry Widow Waltz." There you have him. A witty, alert, lively magatine, The Chicagoan, would be a godsend to John Hancock Elephant. Not that he ever reads it, or ever will. His are not the civilised interests. He is absorbed in the civilized history. But for more sprightly members of the community, the coupon: The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. Send "The Chicagoan" one year $3.00 — two years $5.00. Name and artist. My father was a draftsman for him at the time and worked on the detail and from the stories I have heard retold great enthusiasm prevailed — in the office — at the building and by ali concerned. A heart interest, one might say, by the work- ers and builders and a truly civic interest hy the community. Dissension, a plenty to be sure, but it seems dissension and the accomplishmcnt of great things are syn- onymous. It is a fine building and presents a fine tradition. Apparently times have changcd into a blasé world of commercial- ism of which, in the region of Chicago, Samuel Instili is the embodiment. There seems to be nothing immune to its influ- cncc. Its superficiality is colossal. . But I believe that the response that comes from idcals and tradition is inherent in the great majority and from such great things are done — remembered and lasting. So it is, one would hope, that a fine tradition start- ed would not lightly be cast aside for some thing temporary. Louis Sullivan had great distinction in architecture, but he is dead. There are others now living, not a great many, but a choice neverthclcss. There seems to be such a rush to spend the dollars that the complications that might arise from a bit of tempcrament are too arduous, so the temporary wins. I, for one, deplore the way in which the new opera building is being wished onto the public. What will there be when this age of commercialism passcs? Incidentally, this was inspired by the car toon, "Mr. Insull's Seat at the Opera'" in The Chicago Tribune of January 19, which I think is great. — Frances Wright SUPPES, Mullens, W. Va. A Clouded Issue Editor, The Chicagoan. Sir: In the current issue I note a statement in effect that in the ladies' dining room the men are now allowed to smoke too; allow me to set you right: We are not as yet emancipated to the degree of permitting women to smoke in their own dining room, in fact in any portion of the clubhouse. — S. R. Fairleh, Union League Club. Address. City ...State L„__. i "Owing to the breakdown of our lino type machine, locai births, deaths, and wed- dings will be postponed until next week." ¦ — Macomb (Illinois) Wee\ly Journal. The power of the press. ? I have sometimes wondered what King George would do with Chicago if he ever got it. — Owen D. Young quoted in De- troit Free Press. Probably keep it singing "God Save the King" till it meant it. ? Grcctings! 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A fine 18-hole course pro- vides every facility for golf dev- otees. $10 to $15 a day for one in a room; (American Pian.) HOLLYWOOD BEACH HOTEL // Rates of other Hollywood-by-the-Sea hotels under the same management are as follows: Hollywood Hills Inn: $8 a day for one in/C^vl room; $12.50 for two (American Planl^ Par\ View Hotel: $8 a day for onerili room; $12.50 for two (American/'Plan) Great Southern: $1.50 to $3 a day/Top one in a room; $4.50 to $6 for two (lywéfpean Pian) 'HOLLYWOOD BY THE SEA' Hollywood, Florida There is a truly delightful atmosphere about this beautiful hotel. Varied rec- reations — dancing to the strains of a re- nowned orchestra — musical recitals, song symphonies — motoring — tennis — horse- back riding — fishing — canoeing — mote boating. 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