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And in all models, every value of body and chassis, heretofore known, is surpassed. You will agree with out hesitation, the moment you see them. LI D SON- IE BOTH ARE SUPER-SIXES HUDSON MOTOR GAR COMPANY OF ILLINOIS 2220 South Michigan Avenue - Calumet 6900 The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies 15c. Vol. V. No. 1 — For the Fortnight ending April 7. (On Sale March 24.) Enured as second-class matter ;it the Post Office at Chicago. 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TI4ECUICAC0AN l EVER PLAY CHECKERS WITH FURNITURE? Here's how! First of all you plan to furnish a new home or refurnish an old home, or else you move and buy quite a bit of addi tional furniture. Then you rely entirely upon your own resourceful ness to place the furniture where it belongs, where you think it belongs or where you don't think it belongs, after it has arrived. Lifting a piano over three rugs and back again scores 5 extra dollars for the movers. The game usually lasts into the wee, small hours for several consecutive mornings. Quite seriously, however, the modern thing to do when plan ning new homes or old home readjustments is to confer with Revell's Interior Decorators who will chart a new home with skill, care and foresight that will mean a material saving of time and money. REVELL'S at WABASH and ADAMS 2 TI-4ECUICAGOAN OCCASIONS CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA — Thirtyseventh season. Regularly, Fri' day matinee, Saturday evening. For mid' week programs call Harrison 0362. CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— Resumes the season April 3. PEOPLES SYMPHONY— Eighth of a series of ten concerts, Eighth Street The atre, March 25, at 3:30. JASCHA HEIFITZ, ELLT NET— Stude- baker Theatre, March 25, at 3:30. DOG SHOW— March 30, 31-April 1— Twenty-seventh Annual All-Breed Dog Show, Armory, Michigan Avenue at 16th Street. 10 a. m. to 10 p. m. APRIL 1 — A day unfortunately given over to practical jokes. MAT 7 — The Chicagoan arrives on awake newsstands. MAT 14 — The White Sox open a new sea- son to a barrage of basehits. STAGE Musical Comedy GOOD HEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. Clever, rapid, col- legiate, and diverting. Abe Lyman's music. And a sprightly revue. Yes. Curtain 8:15. 2:15 Wed. and Sat. AFRICANA— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Ethel Waters in a loud negroid comedy with tunes and dancing. So-so. Reviewed on page 21. SHE'S MT BABY— Illinois, 65 East Jack son. Harrison 6510. Beatrice Lillie in a piece built around her stage talents. Miss Lillie always packs 'em in whether the rest of her show is adequate or not. To be reviewed. Curtain, probably 8:20 and 2:20 Sat. and Wed. A HIGHT IN SPAIN— 4 Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. Reinforced by Al Jolson this gay, salty, funny and semi-nude piece goes on with no let-up in sight. May we mention a stomach dance by the senoritas Hoffman? See it. 8:15 and 2:15 Wed. and Sat. THE DESERT SONG— Great Northern, 21 Quincy. Central 8240. This brave, glamorous, splendidly done operetta closes April 21. See it, hear it if you haven't already done so. Evenings 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama THE LETTER— Olympic, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. Katharine Cornell, splendid in a rather light piece by Som erset Maugham. Reviewed shrewdly by Charles Collins, page 21 of this issue. THE CONSTANT WIFE— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 1880. An ar gument for marital infidelity ably pre sented by Ethel Barrymore in the compe tent lines of Somerset Maugham. An ex cellent performance. Closing April 7. Curtain 8:30. Wed and Sat. 2:30. No Sunday showing. EXCESS BAGGAGE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. To vaudeville life what Broadway was to the night clubs. Though viewed askance by this observer, the play is undoubtedly a hit. We still think it so-so. Better see it. Evenings 8:30. Sat and Wed. 2:30. DIPLOMACY— Blackstone, 60 East Sev enth. Harrison 6609. Forecast with an all-star cast and promise of an excellent show. A comedy. To be reviewed in our next. 8:30, probably. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE WOODEN KIMONO— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. An- other shudder drama with a more than usual prickling of gooscflesh. If you like to be scared hairless, yes. 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. STRAIGHT THRU THE DOOR— Prin cess, 319 South Clark. Central 8240. Mystery comedy with William Hodge. To be reviewed. 8:30 and 2:30. Wed. and Sat. SAVAGES UHDER THE SKIN— Minturn Central, 64 East Van Burcn. Harrison 5800. "Rain," darn it, has gone and had pups. This is one of them. 8:30, 2:30. EKGLISH OPERA— Studcbaker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. The American opera company presents a scries of operas in the vernacular. Beginning March 27 with "Faust" and "Madame Butterfly," followed in a week by "Marri age of Figaro" and "Carmen." Might try it. THE VIKINGS— Goodman Memorial The atre, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. An Ibsen play done by the earnest and capable Goodman players. Go. And read, too, Charles Collins' comments on this group on page 21 of this issue. 8:30. Mat. Friday. No Sunday performance. Delightful children's matinees Saturday afternoon. Not Ibsen. MINTURN PLAYERS— Chateau, Broad way and Grace. Lakevicw 7170. Last year's hits in week long revivals. A chance to catch up on your playgoing. Ably cast. Telephone for timelier infor mation. CINEMA ERLANGER— 127 N. Clark— The King of Kings, a picture of pictures, daily at 2:15 and 8:15. The picture to sec first. WOODS— Randolph at Dearborn— Simba, a jungle journey with the Martin John sons, daily at 2:30 and 8:30. UHITED ARTISTS— Randolph tf Dear born — The Circus, Mr. Chaplin's best comedy, in continuous daily exhibition. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— The Pat ent Leather Kid, Dick Barthclmcss in ring and trench, until April 2. Thereafter Harold Lloyd as Speedy until further notice. Continuous performances. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— Chicago, or Hollywood's idea of Maurinc Watkins' idea of the place, all day every day and well up to midnight. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — Dressed to Kill, Edmund Lowe and others so at tired, until April 2 or longer. Contin uous, and with the always delightful Movietone News alongside. ORPHEUM— State at Monroe— The Jazz Singer, Al Jolson in all but the flesh, con tinuous daily. PLAYHOUSE— 410 S. Michigan— Some times sophisticated pictures, always in the sophisticated manner. Continuous, daily. TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Harrison 4300. One of the top places, famous and fashionable. Un questioned social standing. MargrafFs stringed quintette for music. August Ditrich, the extremely competent head- waiter. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A huge and hospitable inn. Adequate service, admirable victuals. Gallechio leads the bandsmen. Stalder is headwaiter. And the dinner check is $3. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A gay, wise, heady city show place. Johnny Hemp's sauve band. The gelam of Peacock Alley. And the society of knowing night cruisers in the Ball Room. Ray Barrec is head- waiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A pleasant downtown inn equipped with an excellent hotel or chestra and a creditable kitchen. Com mercial hospitality of a high notable order. Mutchler is headwaiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 403 South Wabash. Wabash 2497. As night clubs go these sorry times this Russian place is high on the list. Dining (excellent) dancing, and floorshow. The best people. Khamara is master of ceremonies. Kinsky is head- waiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Dining and dancing with nice people. A pleas ant place and a merry one. Genial. Guests are young and happy. Brown is headwaiter. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Floor- show, dining, and dancing in a knowing atmosphere. Conventional and quietly gay. Dick Reed is headwaiter. CLUB AMBASSADOR— 226 East On tario. Dining, dancing, and floorshow. Loud and late with heaps of fun. And the lovely Helen a delightful hostess. Johnny Itta is headwaiter. But here we enter into a list of night places and regretfully sound a mournful note. THE RENDEZVOUS, JEFFERT TAVERN, and SUHSET have been pad locked. Helas! THE RALHBO, MID- HIGHT FROLICS, CLUB ANSONIA CHEZ PIERRE, CLUB ALABAM, CLUB CY-MAC, PARODY CAFE and THE BLACKHAWK, some of them innocent and delightful as the CHEZ PIERRE, some of them a bit zestful as THE PARODY, have been tampered with by Federal agents'. To the best of our knowledge they are open and doing business — but who can tell. We suggest 'phoning your choice. Or better 'phone (not after 3 a. m.) E. C. Yellowley dry czar for the Chicago area. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 Rush. Dela ware 4598. Astonishingly succulent Nordic foods well worth a bout. Quiet quaint, wholesome, and a sturdy eating parlor. *" ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Chops (Continued on Page 4) THE CI4ICAC0AN if T NEVER knew real candy until I tried Foss Chocolates." *• Truly, that has been the experience of thousands of Chicagoans. There is an irresistible something in Foss Chocolates that gives a new satisfaction to lovers of candy. What is more fitting for Easter than a generous box of these finest sweets? Hundreds of Chicago's better deal ers have Foss Chocolates in stock. Made by H. D. FOSS & CO., Winona, Minn. THE QUALITY LINE OF AMERICA 4 TWECUICAGOAN (Begin on Page 2) stately as the Horse Guards for an eve ning of fine, solemn, hearty English eat ing. Great. L AKESHORE D RIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. Suave, dignified, fashionable, exclusive and wealthy. A Gold Coast high spot. John Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Michigan Avenue and Lakeshore Drive. Superior 2200. Genial, popular, good. Largest of the class inns. Bobby Meeker's music for dancing. Peter Ferris the headwaiter. PEARSON HOTEL— 190 East Pearson. Superior 8200. Quiet, decorous, hospi table and well-bred. Thoroughly nice people. Competent service and menu. L'AIGLOH— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. Rapturous food, private dining rooms if desired, music. And the solici tude of Teddy Majerus, who is host. Try it. MARINE DIHIHG ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. Nice, happy, young, refreshing and proper. Gus Edwards' smooth music. Vince Laczko the headwaiter. THE RUSSIAN ART CLUB— 22 East Adams. Dearborn 4683. New and nifty, directed by Prince and Princess Obelen- sky. Dining, dancing, and a stage show. Afternoon tea, 2:30 to 5. After thea tre, until 2 a. m. The headwaiter, M. Rotoff. THE APEX CLUB— 35th and Calumet. Black and Tan. Hectic and happy. Somewhat rendolent of Harlem. Go be fore it's closed, too. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. A show place. Ear- splitting, harmless, raucous, informal (very) and cheap. Johnny Akeley is head- waiter. Screech for him. ART ART INSTITUTE— Still the thirty-second annual showing by artists from the Chi cago area. Japanese art, the Mosle col lection. The Swope chiaroscuro prints. And the Eighteenth Annual Show spon sored by the Chicago Society of Etchers. ARTS CLUB OF CHICAGO— Modern work. Picasso's paintings. Watercolors by Mardsen & Hartley. Showings of Maurice Stern and H. Theodore Johnson. You either like it or you don't. ACKERMAN'S — Water color and pastel by Leonard Richmond. And old English and American color prints. Drop in. ALMCO GALLERIES— Lamps in the mod ern mode, designed in the city by Amer ican designers, which make up an inter esting, important showing well worth any one's time. Clever, good-looking, modern, decorative, important. By all means. THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS DELIGHT, by Vernon C. Carpenter. .Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Guide to Good Reading 4 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 6 Topics of the Town, by Martin J. Quigley 7 Do You Know Your Chicago? 8 The Grant Park St. Gaudens, by Peter Koch 9 If I May Say So, by Gene Markey. ... 10 A Paris Letter, by Samuel Putnam ... 11 What to Say About Chicago, by Charles B. Cory 12 Graphological Sc rib b lings, by Barney Blair 13 Count Keyserling Speaks, by Louise Taylor 14 A Tour of Discreet Places, by Francis C. Coughlin 15 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 16 Chicagoans, by G. Montrose 17 Chicago Crime Anthology, by W. H. Williamson 18 Cabin for Twelve, a Journalistic Journey 19 Ethel Waters' Show, by Lou Merrill 20 The Stage, by Charles Collins 21 The Cinema, by W. R. Weaver 23 Books, by Susan Wilbur 24 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak. ... 25 Sports, by Joseph U. Dugan 26 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will... 29 Newsprint, by Ezra 31 The Mail 32 CHICAGO GALLERIES ASSOCIATION — One man shows by Manoir, Birren and Gilbert Foote. CHESTER JOHNSON GALLERIES — Modern French painting, and an interest ing, excellent exhibit. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES— A magnificent print collection recently im ported. Incomparably fine. By all means sec it. SECESSIOH, LTD.— Modern decorative arts. By all means. SPORTS BASKETBALL — National Inter scholastic Basketball Tournament at the University of Chicago, April 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. KENTUCKY DERBY— Churchill Downs, Louisville, May 19. BASEBALL— White Sox vs. St. Louis at Comiskcy Park, April 14, 15, 16 and 17. Cubs vs. Cincinnati at Wrigley Field, April 18, 19, 20 and 21. RADIO Sunday Roxy, KYW, 1 p. m. Lyon 6? Healy artist recital, WMAQ, 1 p. m. Columbia Symphony, WQJ, 2 p. m. Collier's Hour, KYW, 7:15 p. m. Atwater Kent Hour, WGN, 8:15 p. m. American Singers, WjAZ,.8:30 p. m. Don Voorhces Band, WMAQ, 9:15 p. m. Monday Roxy and His Gang, KYW, 6:30 p. m. One-Half Hour with Great Composers, WEBH, 7:00 p. m. A. 6? P. Gypsies, WGN, 7:30 p. m. Musical Album, WMAQ, 8:00 p. m. General Motors, WGN, 8:30 p. m. Tuesday Stromberg Carlson Orchestra, KYW, 7:00 p. m. Eveready Hour, WGN, 8 p. m. Armand Hour, KYW, 9:30 p. m. Wednesday Great Moments from History, WEBH, 7 p. m. Ipana Troubadours, WLIB, 8 p. m. Goodrich Silvertown Hour, WGN, 8:30 p. m. Columbia Artists, WMAQ, 9 p. m. Thursday Dodge Bros. Hour, WEBH, 7 p. m. Maxwell House program, KYW, 8 p. m. Clicquot Club Eskimos. WGN, 8 p. m. Friday Godfrey Ludlow, violinist, KYW, 7 p. m. Wrigley Spearmen, KYW, 8 p. m. Anglo-Persians, WGN, 8 p. m. Palmolive Hour, WGN, 9 p. m. Thirty Minute Men, WMAQ, 9 p. m. Show Boat, WLS, 10 p. m. Saturday New York Symphony, KYW, 7 p. m. Philco Hour, KYW, 8 p. m. T14E CHICAGOAN In Like a Lion*" Out Like a Lion DON'T astound party guests with your French (in 10 easy lessons like reach ing for a coin). Don't play the ukulele (free with 18 bottles of blueing). Don't casually refer to Buddha, Vasco de Gama, David Hume, Timur Khan, and Jenny Lind (there's a big field, men, for electrical engineers by mail). Instead, mention ik CI4ICAGOAN AND you have identified yourself. You are thoroughly alive to the gusto and glamor of the Chicago scene. You know the people whose names are news. You know the places to go, the times to go there, the things to see and the reasons for seeing them. Through lively and literate comment in its pages you are kept in touch with books, art, stage, sports, and music. Mention The Chicagoan, and you have said in other words that yours are the civilized interests. Then — march in like a lion, out like a lion, at ease wherever people are aware, interested, intelligent, dis criminating. It's extremely advisable to read the magazine you men' tion; Everyone does, you \now. The dotted line forms on the right. The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn St. Chicago, 111. Send "The Chicagoan" one year $3.00 — two years $5.00. Name Address City State TUECJ4ICAGOAN .\DurTov} \>rovir\o. Intimate Chicago Views The First Robin Skims to a Complacent Stof> on the Boulevard nbpics of the ^toajn i\ MINOR refinement of operation in the local liquor trade was a recent introduction of an arrangement under which the beverage purveyor disposed of parcel room checks to customers. By means of the parcel room check the buyer was enabled nonchalantly to saunter into a public parcel room, quietly remove the parcel called for by the check he had purchased, and pre ceed unmolestedly on his way. The practice hurtled into immediate popu larity, especially with the suburban trade. As business became more brisk the liquor dealer, contemplating the ques tion of overhead, decided upon the in troduction of a certain economy which had to do with the elimination of the checking charge. He discovered places on the Elevated Loop where coin checking boxes are in use. By employing a lead slug instead of the ten- cent piece called for he found that a very prac tical economy could be introduced in the op eration of his business. He then went along placing his packages of liquor in the checking boxes and collecting the receipt slips which he obtained after de positing the lead slugs. The receipt slips were disposed of in the regu lar course of business to his arid clientele. But, as we shall learn, virtue finally triumphed. The cus todians of the checking boxes eventually be came very wrath over their effort of collecting industriously quantities of worthless lead slugs. A watch was set and another bootlegger bit the dust. i T appears that even elsewhere the use of lead slugs in coin operated ma chines of various kinds has become a thriving industry. Various small stores sell the several sizes of slugs that may be used. Slugs in the nickel piece size sell at the rate of one hundred for fifty cents; dime slugs are slightly less and quarter slugs are somewhat higher. One of the large chain drugstore or- You know, my dear, I'd love to do that, but my horse has had prac tically no jumping experience" ganizations has found it expedient to remove public booths from its down town stores because they had developed the unreasonable faculty of collecting more slugs than coins. Still Waiting IT may be that Mme. Ganna Walska has an over-zealous press agent. Again, it may be that because of her matri monial connections foreign correspond ents of American newspapers regard her continually as big and important news and see to it that, willing or un willing, she is quoted from time to time with an eye to front page newspaper position. At any rate, survey ing the press record, we cannot think of any personality of the day who is so pregnant in announcements of achievements that are to take place and so sterile in results issuing from these announce ments. In recent years Mme. Walska has been heralded as undertak ing a great and wide variety of artistic pur suits — opera, drama and motion pictures. In addition, there have been announced excur sions into a few miscel laneous undertakings such as theatre manage ment, exploration and some of the higher reaches of commerce. TI4QG4ICAGOAN Each of these endeavors seems to be carefully studied and developed; bul letins inform an eager public of the progress being made. And finally when the curtain is rung up — the stage is blank. i IRE MARSHALL CORRIGAN, to whom every fire means a declaration of war to the end, was safely tucked away in a hospital room during a great recent downtown fire. The news papers reported that Marshall Corri- gan pleaded both with Mrs. Corrigan and his nurse to permit him to have a look at the Wells Street blaze, despite the private battle with pneumonia he was conducting. This is not exactly in accordance with the facts. Among the things Marshall Corrigan does not do is to ask anyone's permission to get under way in the direction of a fire when an alarm has sounded. Knowing this, those in whose charge he was at the hospital, resorted to the one practicable means of keeping him away from the fire! They saw to it that he did not know there was a fire. Immunity p 1 ERSONS who are curiously in' trigued with the state of our judiciary cannot fail to find a choice morsel for contemplation in a recent pronounce ment from an Indiana bench that in our neighboring commonwealth, "it is not a crime to steal liquor from a boot legger." It requires no lengthy study of legal lore to be aware that an outlawed ar ticle is not strictly entitled to the pro tection of the law, but somehow it seems to us that the violent business of hijacking is prospering well enough without judicial pronouncements of its immunity from the processes of the law. Censoring Do You Know — T, HE municipal censorship of motion pictures, which is presumed to main tain a right decorum in the films, is an amusing institution. We are aware that it is intended to be other than an amusing institution but on this point we have encountered no evidence. In the darkened inspection rooms in City Hall its extraordinary operations are conducted. Osculatory scenes are gauged on a mathematical basis-: One foot beyond the legal limit, the scene Vanishing Victorianism becomes immoral and the scissors are applied. A caption indicating that a mock marriage has taken place is the happy device frequently employed in the name of purity. Recently a rollicking melodrama which showed Chicago as the ultimate in the way of a shoot- 'em- up town came before the censors for treatment. This problem was quickly mastered by the introduction of about twenty-five cap tions in which the depicted crooks keep telling each other that crime does not pay in Chicago — that the police force is too vigilant. But the action of the picture shows a crime carnival in full bloom. a Juvenile Rendezvous Tifrfring 'NE of the oldest and most solidly entrenched club institutions in America — the New York Athletic Club — has capitulated on the no-tipping rule in the face of tireless onslaughts from both members and employes. With members on one side exercising the clubman's inalienable right of com plaint and, on the other, the servitors either grumbling or yielding up then- positions to inferior help, the board of governors of the New York club has decided to seek haven behind an order to rescind the no-tipping rule. This is a precedent which is likely A new Lincoln comes- TI4E CHICAGOAN 9 -Your Chicago? A Meaty Portal to have a widening sphere of influence. The tip-less club is ideal enough in the abstract but if the American club mem ber cannot enjoy himself without lav ishing gratuities upon the serving per sonnel, then club regulations should be re-written to enable members to enjoy this propensity. Convincing /"AMONG the important discoveries made since the last issue of The Chicagoan went to press is the identi- A Valiant Survivor fication of the world's greatest Rotarian. So that you may write his name on the flyleafs of the historical works in your library, he is known as George Blitt and his habitat is within the shadow of the nation's Capitol. Mr. Blitt has missed only four weekly Rotarian luncheons within the past fifteen years and has attended seven hundred and ninety-three meetings. The volume of speeches on Rotarianism he has listened to reaches such an appalling total that we refrain from taxing the credulity of our readers. Appropriately enough, when Mr. Blitt's identity as the world's greatest Rotarian was discovered he was beset by reporters in quest of a statement. And they were not disappointed. To their questions as to why he had been so devout in his Rotarianism he answered, convincingly: "Why not?" Golden Silence D 1 ERSONS who have experienced that trying moment following a traffic accident in which the traffic officer approaches and delivers himself of a stinging harangue are invited to consider the self-disciplinary methods employed by a recent Peoria visitor to Chicago who had the misfortune to knock over a safety island light at Michigan ave nue and Thirty-fifth street. A traffic accident is, of course, un pleasant enough in itself. But the motorist's discomfiture is so liable to be prolonged substantially in event that he should make answer in kind to the traffic officer's practiced, "Who the ell?" and "What the 'ell?" that we set down for future guidance the expedi ent of our Peoria visitor. A newspaper report of the incident reads as follows: "Sam Huston of Peoria bit his tongue almost in two when he crashed into a safety island today at Michigan avenue and Thirty-fifth street." T Public Dinners HE great American practice of giving a public dinner for someone has lapsed into an ominous disrepute, es' pecially in Chicago. The boys about the City Hall have been indulging un restrainedly. They have so often listened over their rubbery chicken to the ritual of such occasions, with the specified number of references to "one of God's noblemen" and "to know him is to love him," that they have grown a bit woozy. The boys are happy — oh, happy in deed! — to contribute to the purchase of "the small token of appreciation," which this season seems to be a Lincoln motor car, but if the future guests of honor do not satisfy themselves, with the contribution, avoiding insistence upon personal attendance at the din' ners, they will probably get their cars all right, but they may be taken for a ride in them in the conventional Cicero manner. — to the lake front MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 1C TWECI4ICAGOAN I F I MAY /AY /O •7 ww SINCE this crime-wave agitation (which, it turns out, was merely a newspaper scare) there has been so much unpleasant — indeed, you might say, scathing (in fact, I will say scath ing) — criticism of Chicago that this de- partment has taken upon itself the task of straightening things out. Now, straightening things out is seldom an easy task, as anybody knows who has ever attempted to smooth the wrinkled brow of an automobile fender that was nudged playfully by a truck. And this particular task of straightening things out has proved uncommonly dif' ficult. But I feel that I now have things pretty well straightened out. I went about it in a perfectly forth' right, above-board manner, and laid all my cards on the table. I not only laid all my cards on the table, but I went away and left them there, so that when I called on some of the persons in volved I had no cards to send in — and, as you can see, the joke was on me. However, I could not call on all the persons involved, as some lived in Europe and other seaport towns, but I managed to get word to them, in one way or another. The question I asked was : "No kid ding, how do you really feel about Chi cago?" I asked this question of about six thousand well-known persons, and I must have had at least six replies. Which is pretty good, considering how many people are away at this time of year, what with Lent and the income tax and other inconveniences. So, to give you an idea how people really do feel about Chicago, I am going to reproduce herewith some of the opin ions that resulted from my investiga tion. FOR example, this cable came from London : Our oldest boy reported a fine time had by all in Chicago. I and the Missus hope to get over some day. Cheerio and all that sort of thing. George V. England. Which goes to show that they aren't a bit annoyed over the Mayor's great school-book controversy — or perhaps they haven't heard about it. Anyway, it's a very pleasant cablegram. Though, of course, I would have liked it better if it hadn't been sent collect. Here is another one — from Paris : One whiff of breeze from the Stock yards convinced me that the pens are mightier than the sword. Marshal Foch. This one was mailed right here in town: We love Chicago because Chicago vaudeville audiences wal\ out more quietly than those of any other town. Tama Togo Jap Acrobats. As someone — I think it must have been that witty Frenchman, so often quoted — remarked: "They are a great little race." (Meaning the Japs.) A great little race, indeed, and in vaude ville they are certainly always on, if not in, at the finish. This answer to my questionnaire is also local: Chicago's drin\ing water is wonder ful. I'm trying to ma\e it more popu lar. Inspector Tellowley. This one came from New York: Chicago is our idea of Heaven — with the taxi rates starting at 25 cents. Here it's only 1 5 cents. We get nothing out of it but the ride. T^ew Tor\ Taxi Drivers' Ass'n. You could never guess whom this one is from. Or perhaps you could guess. Anyway, we'll print the full signature : I lift my hat (and, boy, there's a hat that's been lifted!) to fair Chicago, the queen city of Coo\ County. J. Ham Lewis. Another local contribution : Chicago is a great, great city — ta\e it from me. W«i, Hale Thompson. But they can't take it from him! They tried at the last election. And this one, striking a deeper <J-f iu^ . 'Dear, I'm for Poiret. I've lengthened my dress six inches." 'So I notice!" TI4ECI4ICAGOAN n Chicagomen MR. KELLOGG FAIRBANK Rises to Relate an After-Dinner Anecdote About Two Irishmen Whose Names Are Not Pat and Mike Paris Letter (It Was More or Less Inevitable) political note: Chicago has the finest air in the world. And I ought to \now — I've been given plenty of it. Sup't McAndrew. I think that these answers to The Chicagoan 's questionnaire represent popular sentiment, so it would seem that there's no cause for alarm. None of this talk in the newspapers about crime-waves and things has hurt the old town. On the contrary, it may have helped it. Hollywood was getting more than its share of advertising — it was time that Chicago received some atten tion. And the results of this far-flung publicity are already noticeable in the reports of the steamship lines. It ap- pears that people no longer need to go to Scotland for the shooting. — GENE MARKEY. ? Testimony that he had seen fragrant violations of the prohibition act by white and colored patrons of the Plantation Cafe, 336 East 35th street, was given by Pro hibition Agent Louis Cole in federal court today. — Chicago Evening Post. Maybe it was only that Stock Yards breeze. NOW that what is known as "the Paris season" is drawing to a pensive close, with hardened Seasonites glancing forward to the annual and im minent March demigration to the midi, it may not be wholly unprofitable for The Chicagoan's hard' working (he knows) correspondent to give his (he hopes) equal' ly hard ' working readers a capsulic af terview of what has occurred, culturally and otherwise, these few months past, in this capital, which, like the said corre' spondent and h i s readers, works so hard — at being gay and last'wordish. And it is — last-wordish, though not precisely, gay — unless you call "gay" that Chronic Freudian gloom which, along about midnight, begins rioting among the cafe tables, while sounds which the French think are American jazz may or may not rise above the fumes of Martell. But here it is to be noted that my own reactions may be too exclusively Montparnassian to enable me to speak with authority. Only — I have been in Montmartre, and I know. It is even worse. As to the beau monde, if there still is such a thing, let us leave that to the young lady who sends back the Parisian notes for the Tribunes so ciety page. She does it so exquisitely well! For instance, you might not, at first blush, be particularly interested in knowing that Mr. and Mrs. Otto Knatzburger, having returned from taking the waters at Vichy, are now stopping at the Fritz; but the Young Lady makes it sound, if not like a ro mance, as impressive as a treatise on Einstein. That, let us admit, is a gift we lack. No, we shall be highbrow. Nothing short of Stravinsky shall do for us. AND speaking of Stravinsky — who, by the way, does not speak of Stravinsky in Paris? The soon'tO' be'canonized Igor is almost as well known here as he is in Chicago; and so far as I can recall, he has not as yet achieved the distinction of being booed by the gallery gods of the Salle Pleyel, as happened once — but that's unkind! Perhaps it is because the Professional Music Lover (who thinks that music ended with Wagner) , of the type to be encountered in our own Orchestra Hall's upper reaches, does not appear to ex' ist as a species here. At any rate, I, for one, have not perceived him standing in the aisles, shaking an ebon and untonsured mane and applauding with a high degree of visi' bility. Your Parisian takes his music as he does his painting or his dinner. Hiss' ing is relegated to the superTealistic young Surrealistes. Speaking of Stravinsky — the two, at this writing, impending concerts at the Salle Pleyel, with the programmed at' tendance of practically the entire French cabinet, including the MM. Poincare and Painleve, as a committee of honor, seem likely to provide the cli' max to that season of which we started out to speak. These, with the two concerts of last autumn, give Mr. Stra' vinsky quite his share of the calcium' spot. They stamp him as being as much a Parisian institution as Pablo Picasso or the Arc de Triomphe. And if you have ever heard the Petrouch\a or the Sacre du Printemps with the composer at the baton Music, indeed, has been the out standing feature of the past Parisian season. Despite the fact that France, not forgetting the Group of Six and others, is anything but a musical coun' try. One probably hears more and worse music here than in any other country in the world, with the possi' ble exception of Italy. But the new Salle Pleyel, the Steinway Hall — or, if we must be patriotic, the Orchestra Hall — of Paris, is fast lifting the art to the footing of an international pas' time — on a level, at least, with the Longchamps race'course. The hall it' self is a magnificently ample and simr 12 TWGCWICAGOAN pie structure, in which the "decorator" is almost utterly absent, but in which the acoustician has not been. And the system of guest-conductors, native and imported brands, works out to the delectation of populace and cognos' centi. One recalls Honneger's Le Roi 'Now I wouldn't want this to go any further" David. One remembers, likewise, the mild tumult over Arnold Schoenberg. And there are others, many others — a new one about every Thursday or Saturday night. AS TO the theatre — let us not speak of a French any more than we would of a Broadway "thea' tre." Let us, rather, draw a kindly and proverbial veil. The English Play' ers, who are the Studio Players of the Gallic capital, appear to be carrying on rather valiantly, with a growing clientele drawn from those who pre' fer their drama in Saxon. Their rep' ertory, however, made up chiefly of across'channel importations, is about as stimulating as those of our own very serious north'of'the'river uplifters. In the native playhouse, a French version of "The Adding Machine" has had an interestingly successful run, while "The Dybbuk" is now on. There is also a performance of Aristophanes' Birds, with incidental music by Georges Auric, that is worth seeing and hearing. The real art of Paris is to be found in the cinemas. Here, again, the French are importers. Most of the good films come from Germany, but the point is, they are viewable here, as many of them would not be in Amer' ica. Jannings and Chaplin are every where. "The Metropolis" is showing in the Boulevard des Italiens, 'Doc tor Caligari" was recently revived at the Vieux Colombier, and a Man Ray "cinema poem" is on at the Studio des Ursulines. Perhaps, the best picture of the year is a French film which, trans' lated, would be "The Leghorn Hat." There is also the jungle picture, "Chang," while Andre Gide's Congo film was shown last fall. One thing I like best about the Paris movie houses is their habit of revivals. It would be a good one to cultivate in America. As to painting — ah! But that's a story in itself. — SAMUEL PUTNAM. What to Say About Chicago — and How /I one-sided conversation on £er- **¦ tment topics, giving the £ro£er answers in convenient form for the Chicagoan who meets a friend from New York or Boston. Crime No, not quite every day; it's some times manslaughter. No, we do not believe in hanging women in Cook County. Yes, we have professional bondsmen; it's so much more efficient. Yes, practically all judges can hold court in their homes or automobiles. It prevents overcrowding the jails. Water No, the water is quite harmless. Yes, I agree with you. No, a chemical is added to kill the typhoid bugs. Yes, there are typhoid bugs in the water, but they are dead. No, the dead bugs will not harm you. Stockyards No, that is not the odor of prairie flowers — that is the fine, strong, virile smell of the Union Stock Yards, the world's greatest meat packing industry. No, the meat is quite fresh. Society Yes, there are about three thousand names in the Chicago Social Register. Yes, it is published in New York. I don't know. Yes, he lives here; he has given funds for the greatest industrial museum in the world. No, his name is not included. Yes, he is president of the University of Chicago, one of the greatest educational institutions in the United States. No, his name is not there. Why, yes, of course, his name appears: he is mayor of Chicago, you know. No. Yes. No. Yes. The Subway Yes, plans are being drawn for a subway. No, larger than the one in New York. Yes, based upon the same plans that were being drawn in 1896. No, not this year. The Theatre Yes, all the best shows come to Chi cago. Yes, all New York casts. No, she didn't come west with the Vanities. No, I think he remained in New York this season. No, I haven't seen her. Perhaps so. I doubt it. No. Politics Hell, yes! No, our leading citizens arc too proud to vote. No, only a few of our prominent business men have time for political activity. Yes, two factions, each supported by one of the THE CHICAGOAN 13 two morning newspapers. No, only one or two persons were killed on last election day. Gambling Yes, we have dog and horse racing, games of chance in all forms, roulette, faro, craps, slot machines and punch boards. No, the law does not permit gambling. Yes, it is favored by the present administration. Oh, not at all. Bootlegging Why, of course. Yes, practically anything. Slightly higher than New York. Yes, all the leading brands of Canadian stuff are manufactured here. Yes, quite an industry, if I must say it. Yes, every effort is being made by the police and government officers. The leading hotels and cafes are co-operat ing; many of them have stopped serv ing ginger ale. Oh, my, yes. Sure. What'll you have? —CHARLES B. CORY. Equality In a Sense LIBERALISM can be carried too far. .j When the men of America began to tolerate women's smoking they had no idea that this was only a means by which other masculine prerogatives would be usurped. For example, there was a time not so very long ago when men had a monopoly on falling asleep with lighted cigarettes in their hands; now a woman is just as likely as a man to burn down a house. Recently a guest at a north side hotel awoke at an early hour in the morning and smelled smoke. After she had notified the clerk she proceeded to trace the smell to another floor where she saw smoke oozing out under the door of another guest's room. When repeated knocking failed to bring any response from the occupant the clerk unlocked the door and revealed an un' expected sight. A young woman lay upon the bed. A hole was burned through the mat' tress and the blankets were a smould' ering menace. The young woman's arm was badly burned but her aparent state of unconsciousness proved to be only profound slumber. When at last she was aroused she explained that re turning from a party, she had taken something to induce sleep. Male smokers'in'bed, as a rule, also take something, but they generally acknowl' edge taking it at, not after, the party. — R. G. B. Graphological Scribblings Suggested for Famous Chicagoans EVERYONE who is guilty of mak ing meaningless marks on tabic cloths, telephone books, desk pads and odd envelopes should beware of the graphologist, that self-made scientist who pounces on the scribbling of the prominent and makes a character analy sis therefrom. In every line and curve, the graphologist sees hidden meanings, the workings of the subconscious mind, the portrayal of complexes, most unflat tering to the innocent scribbler. There is only one method of foxing the graphologist and that is to work out a system of personal "graffiti" to be used whenever the idle pencil and paper are apt to lead one into making the tell-tale scrawls. A little practice makes perfect in the art. Therefore, on behalf of a few prom inent Chicagoans, we present some made-to-order "graffiti," with an analy sis of each for the benefit of the person to whom each is recommended: For WILLIAM WRIGLEY, JR. Explanation: The curves symbol ize the movement of fifty million jaws engaged in chewing spearmint gum. The arrows, or spears, indicate a de sire to extend the habit of gum chew ing to society matrons, ministers and college presidents. This "graffiti" shows a forceful personality and atten tion to business problems. For HAROLD H. SWIFT ments in general. The black areas — filled in rectangles — portray residence on the South Side. For ALPHONSE CAPONE, ESQ. Explanation: Mr. Capone is not interested in tennis, as the "graffiti" might at first glance indicate. He is merely in the "racket." The small curves and dashes show frequent change of residence. The collection of small dots symbolize the product of a machine gun. For clarence darrow Explanation : This "graffiti" shows deep interest in the meat packing in dustry in which the author is engaged. The attentive and searching expression in the pig's eye indicates a leaning toward the arts and educational move- Explanation : Naturally, Mr. Dar row has his mind on his work. The crosses drawn through the gallows in dicate that a client has been saved. The small dots indicate buttons lost from his suspenders during legal battles. For CHARLES G. DAWES Explanation : The dots and dashes reveal the words the author would like to say regarding certain questions of public policy laid down by the present administration at Washington. The bursting bombs represent his activities, if elected president of the United States. For max mason 0(3000000000000(5(7 OO O C og OOQOOOOOOQ OoooooooOa oo Explanation : The ciphers indicate the grades Mr. Mason will bestow on several hundred students at the Uni versity of Chicago. The houses por tray the building instinct which has 14 TUECI4ICAG0AN always been an attribute of successful university presidents. For the hon. william hale Thompson /frjLSZ&S&^/^fj. xxxx AX '/fefi-'Sfrz- x>xx W^ Explanation : The small flags por tray his patriotic leanings. The date — 1492 — often repeated, is a pardon able error. It should be 1776. The crosses indicate votes. — BARNEY BLAIR. Blaze Startles City $500,000 Loss (As reported by Lady De Lala, society reporter for the Press) A CHARMING open air fire un officially sponsored by Levy, Moe, Ginsberg and Company set society hearts a-flutter at 2 a. m. Thursday of last week. Although rumored about the city as an informal occasion, the affair was largely attended by our more promi nent people including several city officials who joined the throng of happy merrymakers shortly after the third alarm had been turned in. Starting in a pants factory, the flames cunningly spread to two stores and a large office building, the whole forming a delightful panorama against which a boisterous and rollicking fete took place to make a night memorable in Chicago history. Although mine hosts Levy, Moe, Ginsberg and Com pany furnished lavish entertainment, possibly the most delightful features of the evening were the impromptu skits acted out by the guests themselves, catching as they did the jollity of the occasion. A gay recitation by Engineman Dugan of the Central F. D. Station, who impersonated a fireman injuring his thumb on a plug wrench, sent the brilliant throng into gales of laughter. It was closely followed by a double act with Patrolman O'Kelly and Traffic Officer Flynn, the well known Loop horseman and second cousin of James F. "Porky" Flynn, boxing athlete of some seasons past. O'Kelly and Flynn imitated a pair of constables very angry at a crowd and booted specta tors merrily from curb to curb while the entranced multitude cheered joy ously. A DIALECT piece entitled, "I'm Positively a Bankrupt Man," rendered by Hymie Goldberg to a group of reporters, greatly amused the gentlemen of the press, several of whom were heard to declare it was the funniest speech since Mr. Goldberg's last fire on West Madison street. Mr. Goldberg's skit was neatly supplemented by the boys from Engine Company 31, who did a side-splitting act with their fire hose, now and again drenching onlookers and once com pletely knocking down an old woman and a newsstand. Some of the antics cut by these comical fellows with a hose would, we are sure, have given pointers to Chaplin. The droll young man who an nounced himself as Claveringhouse de Pusey III and showed his calling card at the fire line was the recipient of several entrancing nouns. It is to be regretted that he somewhat de tracted from the charming and original sketch furnished by Mr. Pietro de Costa, who simulated a fruit store pro prietor while his store was being looted by a mob. Unused bananas left over from Mr. de Costa's stand were tossed like confetti at the heads of the merry party. We know that many of the elite are anxiously awaiting a repetition of this delightful event. And it is to be hoped that the novelty and originality of this delightful party will find many echoes in after- theatre entertaining. Among those present were — and so on. But see you in the morning. — LADY DE LALA. Costs $329.75 to dress a woman at Chi cago Armory, so the expert estimators fig ure from the exhibits of fashion show. — The Camden (N. J.) Courier. Keep away from the Chicago Armory. TI4E CHICAGOAN 15 T HE Signor Pietro lets is given to bothersome pass words and hasty recogni tions, but his doorway is dark, there are steps down to the basement level, and the bell is hard to find. "Good evening, Gentle- mans," says Pete. "How you, Ladies?" We enter. A short hallway opens into a lounging room domi nated by a hot stove and three or four amiable Ital ian fellows who smoke in' credibly toxic cigars and keep their hats on. Four dining rooms cluster around this parlor. We are shown to a large room on the right, a chamber decorated with an American flag, Sar' gent's "Psyche," two Japa' nese wall pieces, and four tables elegantly draped in blue and white checked napery. A clean, quiet, cosy, old-world place. "Dinners, Gentlemans and Ladies," begins Pete, "we have two: A steak dinner. A chicken dinner. Which you want, please?" "You want, now, sweet, sour or white?" Pietro is speaking of wine. The sweet — -which Pete explains is not so very sweet — has it. "Four din' nair!" bawls our host and bustles into his wine room. An assist' ant ambles on with an enor' mous antepasto, celery, olives, tuna fish, salami, green peppers, red peppers, and anchovies. Pete re' turns with four quarts of red wine. We prepare to tarry at the wine cup. IT is murky, purple stuff, Pete's wine, as it waggles from an old champagne bot' tie. Fine sediment in it. Leaves a grape odor in the nose and a warm, opulent glow along the gullet. With a stick of Italian bread it is a meal. With spaghetti, a feast. With Pete's din' ner, a banquet. And let no hard liquor drinker con' demn Dago red as a feeble glass. A quart of it, and a prominent executive has been known to ting a duet Two More of Them Continuing a Tour of Discreet Places with a city fireman. The record, so far as is known, is two quarts and a half. And that was a Pyrric victory. Very. We down the hatch. Several hatches. And eventu' ally the antepasto. A rapid sequence in telling, but a slow delightful busi' ness at the table. The demurest lady present gestures with a sprig of fmocci and howls "Bra' vo!" It is only that spaghetti has arrived. A steaming, odorous mound, succulent and agile. "Bravo!" acclaims the party. "Bis! Bis!" The spaghetti is apportioned. More wine. The spaghetti is vanquished. For no rea' son at all Dorothy and Tom announce themselves in per- feet spiritual accord. Dorc thy, it appears, understands him. They drink to each other. The party drinks to them. "Bravo, Dorothea! Encore, Tomasso!" And the steaks appear. Tender, and just a bit decadent, and escorted by peas, potatoes, and salad. Cheers. Pete is bade rum' mage in the cellar for two more quarts. He does not rummage long. The party goes on — and on. We stand, at last, wait' ing for a taxi, looking into a clear night sky. To the east and north (from our perspective) an elec tric sign antics over the 12 th st. station. "The American eagle," says Tom. "Now what's he doing here? What do we care? Bravo, the eagle. Bravo! Bravo! Hooray." Happily, the cheers are not amiss. It is the Budweiser bird. II A BLUE spring day pre sages the prairie sum mer. To the east Michigan frolics in the sun, a blue lake and glittering, no long' er the surly, drab winter water scowling with white caps. The boulevard is a shimmering parade of glass and polished steel on smooth warm asphalt. The clatter of a Chicago Avenue street car is almost new, fresh, joyous. A brave noise in a gay world. Now a glass of beer — so it is Ruth's hand laundry. Ruth's laundry is a dis tinctive establishment. You descend three steps and ring for Ruth — or for Gus, the assistant launderer. If you have blundered in with a parcel of dirty shirts and 16 THE CHICAGOAN It seems there were two Irishmen . used sox, you can ring your head off. But if you ring three times, sharply, knowingly — Br-ring, Br-ring, Br-ring — the door is unbolted, a yeasty, malty whiff, and Ruth smiles before you. Ruth's back room is an English base ment effect. Windows opening onto an indifferently green lawn. An ob long, ample table. A stove. A dresser adorned with poker chips. A sofa. And good, durable chairs. GUS enters with a cluster of steins. Like as not, Ruth comes back and talks to the boys. She is proud of her clientele, every one of them a gentle man. No taxi drivers for Ruth. Just because a lady sells homebrew at a quarter a quart doesn't mean she has to put up with a lot of low-life wise cracks. No, sir! — here Ruth declaims several hearty nouns. That reminds her of a story. The table rocks with glee. The compressible quality of Ruth's beer is remarkable. A quart is lightly done away with. Two quarts, three quarts — and there is miraculously room for more. Not less remarkable is its effect on the intellect. It is a potent aid to comprehension. A young ar chitect informs the table that he and Ruth took on several steins together, that subsequently he felt moved to ex plain to her the algebraic use of minus and sero exponents. Ruth, he swears, understood every word of it. And the matter had never been very clear to the speaker. Indeed, Ruth's beer is a deep, phil osophical fluid. Under its influence the reason expands and grows nimble. The intellect capers unrestrained. Sub tly, too, it plays upon hidden and me lodious strings, so that its devotees chime naturally into song. Late in the evening, for the laundry closes scrupu lously at 1 a. m., the beer basement croons with sentimental ballads. There is the one beginning: "Sing, oh sing, oh sing Of Lydia Pin\ham And her love for The human race — " which Ruth likes. Or that other gusty favorite, relating in epic measure how: "The bards they sing of an English king Full many long years ago, Who ruled his land with an iron hand, But his mind was wea\ and low — " which Ruth thinks an ingenious con ceit, though a trifle vulgar. Promptly at 1 a. m. Ruth declares a drink on the house. At 1:05 the estimable laundry has closed its doors. Happy the customer who goes carol ling down the boulevard with a pack age for which he has paid 30 cents — a five cent rebate due and payable on the return of the bottle. — FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN. Poetic Acceptances G. K.. Chesterton Accents His Turn to Go to Bat for the Blue. Hoarse crowds yelling with the inning underway. (G. K. Chesterton will now begin to play.) Every member of the Outs tense and on his toes. (G. K. Chesterton lands some mighty blows.) Bold bowlers bowling balls without end. (G. K. Chesterton his wic\et will de' fend.) Shades of former cricketers from Sid ney clear to Cork (G. K. Chesterton will ma\e the fields' men wor\.) All arc smiling gravely at one of Eng land's sons. (G. K. Chesterton will now reel off some runs.) Now a heavy silence falls like this or that. (G. K. Chesterton accepts his turn to bat.) — DONALD PLANT. THE CHICAGOAN 17 CHICAGOAN/ She Has a Way With Her RUTH HANNA McCORMICK is at present running for Congress — actively and with good prospects of suc cess — thereby both justifying and falsi fying old Mark's comment to the effect that it was to her that his political talents had descended and 'twas a pity she warn't a boy so she could use 'em. The widow of an ex- Congressman and ex-Senator, it is fair to assume that she privately loathes and laments com parison with certain others of her sex who have of late become prominent through making the happy discovery that the electorate can be induced to construe a widow's right of dower to include any public offices held by her late husband. Mrs. McCormick is a mother but no one would ever dream of referring to her as "Ma." She is indeed "old Mark Hanna's daughter" — and is probably excessively bored when, on her successive visits to the one hundred and two counties of Illinois, each local wiseacre shrewdly points out this fact in explanation of her candidacy. For Mrs. McCormick has quietly earned the right to do things on her own. As a young woman she was "horsey" and rode in shows all over the country. Later, a charming and suc cessful hostess in Washington (where such activity is both a fine art and a highly competitive profession). At all times a pillar of strength to Medill Mc Cormick both at home and in his career. Since his death a genuine dirt farmer or at least a certified dairyman down at Byron on the Rock River. In fact Tiers is an adaptation to the prairies of the life of the English Squire — equally at home in the metropolis or on the soil, simultaneously nursing both her con stituency and her cows. . . . Enough by this time should have been suggested to show that Mrs. McCormick is quite able to carry out her campaign, or any thing else she undertakes for that mat ter, in her own way. APPEALING actively to women's L clubs, she makes no bones of her opposition to the League of Nations, the World Court and similar issues supposedly attractive to the woman's Ruth Hanna McCormick vote. Vigorously anti-Small a few years ago during the campaign when Medill McCormick was defeated for re-election to the Senate, she today maintains a discreet silence as to her feelings toward the Executive Mansion at Springfield as well as towards the Mayor's office in the Chicago Hall (or should we say the Hotel Sherman?) and it is rumored that she stands to be the beneficiary of reprisals directed against her sitting opponent on account of his recent leanings toward John Dill Rob ertson. Her organization downstate has been quietly in the making for longer than most Chicagoans realise. Not in vain has she spent her nights amid the golden oak furnishings of small hotels; addressed county fairs; shared with the rural Kiwanians of the corn belt their noonday ration of chicken croquettes and canned peas; she has even estab lished her orthodoxy in the minds of the W. C. T. U.'s without any sacri fice of either her undeniable chicness or her personal charm. Men like her for instinctively they feel that her activities are not a case of Clubwomanism Rampant but a per fectly genuine expression of an active and intelligent personality, while — more important still in these days of organ isations and organisers — she commands a whole corps of flatheeled feminine ad herents any one of whom will address ten thousand post cards for her smile. A LOCAL woman's magarine re cently elicited an article from her about herself (in the preliminary blurb its editor described her as a "woman of affairs," but never mind). In it she summed up her personal philosophy. "I have tried to plan my life so that all my interests fit into one another and so that, instead of jumping from one job to another, I may work toward a consecutive and constructive whole. It keeps me very busy, it gives my chil dren a broader outlook on life, I think, than they might otherwise have, and I hope that I may be able, some day, to accomplish something worthwhile." And this philosophy she puts into practice — notably so on one occasion when she delivered a scheduled address at Hull House, then coolly stepped into a ticking taxicab and kept an appointed rendezvous with the stork. — G. MONTROSE. ? The palace of the former Sultan Mo hammed V will be converted into a hotel, it is announced by the Turkish National government. So the beauties once selfishly held by one man can be enjoyed by all men and civilization moves forward another notch. — The Grand Rapids Press. Turkish trophies. ? HELP WANTED— Female office girl with knowledge of bookkeeping. Hub City Laundry. — Colton (California) Weekly Courier. One has to be careful these days. 18 THE CHICAGOAN Chicago Crime Anthology 3. Did Willie Tascott Kill Amos Snell? THERE seemed no possibility of doubt, in 1888, that Amos Snell's murderer and the missing Willie Tas cott were one and the same individual. Seemingly conclusive evidence, recited in the preceding article, narrowed po lice effort from attempt at solving the murder to search for the owner of the gold-headed cane inscribed "WBT." After forty years have lent their clari fying perspective, a re-examination of the evidence reveals extremely interest ing possibilities. Did you ever use an augar? And notice that the shavings are expelled backward? The bulk of the shavings from those twelve augar holes in that basement door were on the inside of the door! So far as police and newspaper records are concerned, the piece of wood punched out after the holes had been bored, does not appear ever to have been found. It might have been flung over the fence into a snow bank on Ada street after the door was opened. Winklehook, the coachman, saw footprints in the snow. How many? Four, two rights and two lefts, leading from the house. The police for a time held that efforts had been made to rob other houses in the block because of fresh footprints in the snow. (It was ¦ " — and I'd only just been married the second time.' "I see — practically a bride." the milkman.) Straight as a homing pigeon, the two burglars in the Snell mansion went to that office in the front of the basement, and went for the safe. They went first to the safe, because articles from the desk and the trunks were atop of books from the safe, found on the floor. A safe is no place to store the family silver and jewels, when that safe is large enough only to contain a few ledgers and an iron box about eight inches square. Strewn contents of the trunks merely indicated an ordinary burglary. Amos Snell was a multi-millionaire. He and his family had for years lived in the Town of Jefferson, which until its annexation to Chicago in 1889 stretched from Fullerton avenue north, and from Western avenue west, to the present city limits. He had become wealthy running a store, and in 1867 his home in Jeffer son became the object of burglars be cause of his known wealth. Four rob bers roped and tied the whole family and robbed the house. And all four were caught and sent to the peniten tiary. BESIDES the store, Amos Snell had other sources of income, of which the largest was the main toll road, which he owned and from which he collected a rich revenue at his toll gates. Long before Chicago embraced Jeffer' son, Mr. Snell foresaw a big future for Chicago real estate. He erected the mansion at Washington Boulevard and Ada street, moved in, and began piling up an enormous fortune. At the time of his death he owned more than four hundred houses in Chicago, the rentals from which ranged from $30 to $80 per month. And that was forty years ago. Less than a year before his death he gave his wife $500,000 in real estate without seriously denting his fortune. Amos Snell bought some of those houses. (How did he get the others? By loaning money on improved real estate at high interest rates, and foreclosing the mortgages when pay ments were not made. Some people — the br4ita41yJrAril^kind— say ne was a "loan shark.") Whoever committed that crime knew the interior of the Snell home. Mr. Snell personally attended to the collec tion of most of his rents. One parcel was handled by one of his sons-in-law. Snell carried accounts at three banks, THE CHICAGOAN 19 one close by his home. The rents were always collected at the first of the month; there was no reason for anyone, knowing the presence and position of that safe, to assume that it would con tain money one week after rent day. No. That safe and that desk con' tained papers, judgment notes and mortgages; death grips on people. The burglars, — for there was positively more than one — worked with a dark lantern. They certainly could see that they were not getting banknotes or bonds. Yet they took judgment notes and mortgages, and burned them in Willie Tascott's stove. And one of my informants dryly asked me: — "What th' hell became of the will that Snell drew just before his death, revoking previous wills?" For many weeks after Willie Tas' cott's disappearance, his family was in communication with him through "blind ads" in Chicago papers, in code arranged between Tascott and a rela' tive in a face to face conference about 150 miles from Chicago. Then the re' plies ceased. Weeks passed. Every Sunday a blind ad was inserted in a Chicago paper, but there were no re' plies. Gradually the reward offer was increased until the total of $50,000 was announced Frank Tascott, a brother, was badly worried. He felt certain that Willie was innocent of murder. Perhaps his young brother had gone along to open a safe, but someone else had done the killing. If the boy were caught, no matter what he might say or whom he might involve, he would have a rough time. Forty years at least, at hard labor, would be his portion. Burglary and particeps criminis in murder! But if he came in voluntarily, it might be different. So one of Willie Tascott's near relatives went to one of the princi pals responsible for the large reward offer and said: "If I produce Willie, will you pay me the reward?" "What? Would you betray your own blood?" "That's not the point. I want to be certain of ample funds to defend him and prove who really killed Amos Snell." His offer was declined. Finally a hurried trip was made to the far north west and on his return the messenger reported : "Willie is dead. He is supposed to have been killed by Indians." — W. H. WILLIAMSON. JOURNALI/TIC JOURNEY/ Cabin for Twelve '/IT'S all right," says the tall ex-fly 1 ing officer and sometime engineer of the NC 4, "but take it in stages Your first hop can be from New York to Newfoundland. Your next from Newfoundland to Ireland. And then from Ire land to London, Paris, Berlin, just as you choose. The Englishman, Hinchliffe, tried too much. Against the winds. A bad sea' son. And so — " We look out over the lakefront. A wing motor, two arms length from the thick cabin window, snores into the wind. It is a deep beetle blue, this motor, its squat body transfixed by wing trusses, its propellor a wavering, transparent disc of silver. The plane breasts the air like a huge swimming creature in friendly water — the same buoyant, liquid, sustaining feel. The same incredible freedom from gravita tion. Two thousand feet down, a pup' pet city winds slowly about an unseen axis. Yet the cabin is a prosaic place. Twelve passengers gape down, make comments, gesture knowingly at the altimeter and the speed dial. Twenty- three hundred feet high. A hundred miles an hour. But no wind. No cold. No vibration to speak of. No apparent speed. Comfortable as a Pullman. Indeed a Pullman doing 50 miles an hour is a rocket — a sen' sation goes — compared to the big monoplane wheeling above the water's edge where even the breakers are slow bands of white leisurely moving up' shore like silk waves on Japanese em' broidery. The height and perspective are a novel, interesting, somehow gala phenomenon; there is a scurry of pho' tographing. The discovery of individ' ual ash trays fixed to the cabin wall beside each wicker chair is mildly excit' ing. But the steady progress of the plane is the most matter'of-fact thing in the world. SOLEMNLY and scientifically, the earth beneath has gone crazy. The horizon, usually a reliable, welLplaced object, tilts up thirty degrees or so and wheels past with incredible nonchal ance. Then, quite naturally, it lies down again. Someone remarks that we have turned. We nod in satisfied agreement. The diagnosis was cor- rect. But in a world where the hori zon sits up, whole blocks of the city are conjured into an immense gold fish bowl. Tops ¦^^"^^^ of apartment buildings are patches of lichen on the bowl bot tom, lichen infected with scooting little bugs which are discovered to be auto mobiles. Parks are beds of moss, very realistic moss, also infected. The Loop is a forest of goldfish castles, in which guise the Mather Tower is extraordi narily convincing. One smells an archi tectural plagiarism. Grant Park from an altitude of 2,000 feet is still a dingy plat, but it is calm, composed, restful. It is not, visibly at least, torn up and harrassed by gangs of laborers and a steam shovel, a sort of real estate Promethus with vultures forever at its liver. One is gratified at even the ap pearance of composure in Grant Park. Further to the west a long worm noses along a shiny path, his body composed of six or seven segments. It is the "L." Aviation must offer a discon' certing outlook for Mr. Samuel Insull. The goldfish bowl is turbulent this af' ternoon. Smoke and steam pennons waver, flop, flutter in the currents be low. A passenger exclaims in delight. He has discovered Halsted street. Strange pleasure. As seen now, the city is an immense littered plain, out of focus on the hori' zon. Some men in the pilot's cabin have been trying the controls. War fliers, probably. "She's stiff," announces one of these adventurers. "Pulls like a truck!" One must shout in plane, so that all conversation is made in ex' clamation points. There are grave nods at this. "Lots of wing space!" says a man hitherto silent. "74 foot spread. All metal. And the gas tanks are in the wings themselves!" There are more grave nods. It is as if we were 20 THE CHICAGOAN Miss Ethel Waters is herewith shown heading her dusky trowfre now clamorous at the Adelfihi in Afncana.'' Despite some good blues croon ing and the sentimental yearning of Harlem coons for the old plantation days, Charles Collins records a so-so impression. (Penned by Lou Mer rill) THE CHICAGOAN 21 aviation engineers and had known it all the time. "Still at 100 miles an hour!" says the young fellow near the speed indicator. It strikes us as a por' tentious statement. We examine the speed indicator and approve solemnly. H'ke ST A G E Not Another "Rain" <<~jn HREE whirlwind motors — 645 horsepower. Each!" continues the statistician. "Fifty feet long, she is. Weighs three tons. Lifts two. Five all together!" We consider and agree that five is right. "Room for 12 in the cabin! Henry Ford. You see his ad vertisements everywhere!" We are be coming talkative. The novelty has partially worn off in half an hour. Half an hour more, and the conversation would be like that of any Pullman drawing room. Someone spots the stockyards. They get a casual glance. We drone on prosaically. An airman — his first time up — explains plane de sign in detail. We discuss playing bridge in the cabin to pass the time away on long trips. The plane con tinues on an even keel, slow, steady, uninspired. Still the indicator says 100. The horizon quite suddenly sits up again. We are home. "All out. Sixty-Third and Cicero Avenue!" de claims a wit. We laugh. The landing field beneath us shows runways built so that a plane may take off into a wind from any quarter. The design is vaguely starlike. An alarming dip. Our ears muffle from the suddenly in creased air pressure. We are close to the ground now and buildings flash by. There is a brick-yellow blur as our han gar passes. And suddenly we are rac ing on a cinder track. We stop. One by one the passengers fumble out of the cabin. The plane is im mense now. A great kite of fluted metal with surprisingly small propel' lors. One wing numbered NC2492. A landsman shouts up to the pilot who nods and smiles from his perch. Up there he somehow calls to mind a camel driver. The wind, we discover, is brisk, chill, raw. It was warm in the cabin. Pleasant. Our automobile seems small and fragile. It moves off at a great pace. Dangerous business this hurtling through traffic at 35 miles an hour. — FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN. ? The bride was attired in a stylish blue tricotine suit with corresponding accessories. — Ladies' World (Philadelphia). Such as a shock absorber and a bumper. KATHARINE CORNELL, an ac tress of distinction who has been absent from the Chicago scene since she incarnated the "Green Hat" nympho for us three years ago, has returned as another lady of passion in Somerset Maugham's "The Letter," now visible at the Olympic. Any ap pearance of Miss Cornell's is an event of curiosity and fascination: she has dark, cool glamour, straight sincerity, and thoroughbred refinement. She is a vivid exotic of personality, but a vibrant realist of method. Her play is somewhat disappointing. We expected more from Mr. Maugham, who is a Reputation of mag nitude in the writing business. There is no special reason, as a matter of fact, why we should count upon him to de liver dramatic knock-outs like a cham pion, for there has been a tenuous quality, a lightness and lack of body, in his work for the stage. But his name is associated with the notable career of "Rain," and we are likely to forget, except when prowling through the archives, that this piece, based upon Mr. Maugham's fiction, was play-writ ten by other hands. In "The Letter," Mr. Maugham has attempted to do for himself what John Colton and collaborator did for him in footlighting the rainy days of Sadie Thompson. He has taken one of his short stories, of tropic background and sultry plot, and arranged it as an emo tional drama. His scene is Malaya — Singapore and the plantations up-coun try. His theme is one of the common place tragedies of sex — more common place here, no doubt, than among the sedate British colonists in the Fede rated Malay States. It is the old story, which was treated with satiric ribaldry in "Chicago," of the woman who mur ders her lover and baffles the law. MR. MAUGHAM has treated his atmosphere persuasively. A much-traveled man, he knows his Brit ish empire to its most remote outposts, and he flicks in local color with the skill and assurance of a little Kipling. But he has formed his play as he tells his stories, casually, straightforwardly, historically, negligent of the tricky eva sions and strokes of surprise which are necessary when melodramatic material is manipulated on the stage. The charm of Mr. Maugham's short stories is that they give the impression of being told, in an easy, informal way, by a good reporter. The fault of "The Letter" is its failure to avoid that im pression. The audience is taken into the secret of the plot in the middle of the second act, when the betraying let ter which had arranged the fatal rendezvous is introduced. After that, the play dissolves into a series of events, interesting enough in them selves but shorn of their full dramatic value. Even a "cut-back," conjuring out of the past the quarrel between mistress and paramour which had pre ceded the killing, fails to pull the plot together. Technically, here are the flaws in the treatment of the story: First, the let ter should have been ambiguous rather than revealing, sinister enough, as evi- 'Hey, Mister — how d'ya get one o' these things into high? 22 FHE CHICAGOAN dence for a murder trial, to warrant its suppression by bribery, but not a clear admission of the heroine's adultery. Second, the fact that the lady shot her lover because he was living with a Chinese girl should have been kept up the dramatist's sleeve until the stormy confessional scene of the "cut-back." Mr. Maugham has planted and watered the "kick" of his story so obviously that when delivered it has no impact. His interest, however, has been in his central character rather than his plot. He has drawn a patrician, un sentimental Mme. Bovary — a wife who was above suspicion, so calm, so self- contained, so much mistress of herself that even the most profound cynic would not suspect her of an illicit amour and the frenzy of a crime pas' sionel. He makes no excuses for her, offers no explanation, expresses no scorn. Neither does Miss Cornell, in her striking interpretation of the role. This is a woman, they say; apparently one of the best. This is sexual love. These things happen. There is no rea' son why. Van Vechtenism WHEN "Africana" opened at the Adelphi there was almost as much excitement around the box' office as if this colored-folks frolic were the "Ziegfeld Follies." Tickets were selling at a schedule of $4.50 top price. People were begging for a chance to buy them, and were being turned away in swarms. The Ethiopian complex was abroad; Van Vechtenism was in the air. But there ought to be no difficulty now about buying tickets to "Afri cana" at reasonable or cut-rate prices. This entertainment, which is of the floor show species, proves again that there has not been a first-rate or even fairly satisfactory AfrcAmerican musical comedy or revue since "Shuffle Along." I found only one high spot in it — the jolly singing of whimsical spirituals and plantation ditties by a sonorous male octet. I was unable to discern the alleged talent of Ethel Wa' ters, who is the stellar excuse for the production. Postscript 44 JUNO AND THE PAYCOCK," t/ by Sean O'Casey, was offered by the Irish Players during the last fortnight of their engagement at the Blackstone, where the all-star revival of "Diplomacy" now holds sway. This play, as richly brogued by the authentic Celts formerly of the Abbey in Dub' lin, was familiar to Chicagoans through last winter's staging at the Goodman Theatre. Its exhibition by these na' tive artists was fresh proof that the ac tivities at the Goodman deserve respect' ful consideration. The Dubliners did gloriously by this strange, impressive tragi-comedy of their revolutionary agonies; but the Goodmanites had no need to hang their heads shamefully as they contemplated the interpretation by authorized experts. To amuse themselves between Ibsen centennial revivals— "The Wild Duck" has been halted and "The Vikings" im pends — the Goodman players experi mented with a fantasia on an early American theme, invented by their di' rector, Thomas Wood Stevens, and called " 'Camille' At Roaring Camp." It represented a performance of the first American adaptation of "La Dame Aux Camelias" before an audience of Bret Harte's California gold-rush char acters. The burlesque was not too broad; the scene was rich with color; the performance was amusing. This jeu de'esprit gave another rea son for watching the evolution of an experimental theatre in Chicago with a generous and expectant eye. There is steady progress at the Goodman; there is natural growth. For the first time in our history we are developing a repertory company on our own soil, simply, unpretentiously and earnestly, instead of trying to import it full blown, with much highbrow flourish and beating of "society" tom-toms, from New York. — CHARLES COLLINS. "Pat and Mike" ON March 1 1 at the Studebaker ap peared Maier and Pattison, the Pat and Mike of pianodom. They amused the little folks with several nifties of Stravinsky, Pattison 's ar- rangement of The Arkansaw Traveler, and Liszt's reminiscences of Don Juan. And for parents and teachers a corking interpretation of a Bach Concerto in D minor, in which Belle Friedman gave admirable assistance at the third piano. The playing was, as usual, brilliant and easy, the ensemble uncanny in its pre cision. But — and we have wanted to get this off our chest for a long time — why does M. Maier go through his elabo rate monkeyshines? At best they are a kind of trademark to distinguish him from his debonair team-mate. At worst they are horribly distracting and un dignified. And in no case are they necessary. Pad erews ki IGNACE PADEREWSKI rides in * his limousine through a blue cordon of Polish Guards. He alights in the covered alley behind the Auditorium and emerges upon the stage at twenty minutes to four. There is an ovation and he plunges into the Thema of Schumann's Symphonic Variations. His playing is muddy and suffused with pedal. The scales are uneven, the broken chord passages irregular, some of the tempi obviously too rapid for a technique that has begun to show signs of decay. Later on he brings out some of his THE CHICAGOAN 23 old familiars and the glamour and poetry reappear. The jammed house listens silently and then asks for more and more until 'way past six. It is much more than a musical occasion. Sentiment and the legend of Paderew- ski are rightly too much for present-day canons of piano playing. The Audi' torium is no place for a critic. The audience feels that it must devote itself to the praise of a great man and a great musician. And this time it is right. Petrillo THE orchestra bugaboo is on us again. The truculent Mr. Petrillo calls public attention to the precarious position of the symphony, sayed for one season by the raising of a temporary fund. As the time approaches for the renewal of contracts by members of the symphony it becomes apparent that probably the whole weary business is going to be repeated. Whether the local head of the musicians' union is in the right or wrong he must be made to see that he is throwing the monkey wrench into delicate machinery, ma- chinery that in Europe is rarely run by union mechanics. It is already time to be agitated and we herewith request The Chicago Daily 7<[ews to ask Mr. Petrillo and Mr. Oakley what they are going to do about the Chicago Sym' phony Orchestra. — R. P. Hie CINEMA An Uneventful Fortnight 'ro an dC on Square Crooks — Unique, pleasant crimi' nal comedy. (Optional.) The Circus — What more do you want? (By all means.) The Gaucho — Doug in top form. (At tend.) The Student Prince — A mute but faith ful reproduction. (Don't miss it.) Les Miserables — Tres miserable. (Don't.) West Point — William Haines again bows to discipline. (If you want to see the scenery again.) The Crimson City — The uninteresting side of Singapore. (No.) Ladies Night in a Turkish Bath — Slightly soiled, and slightly funny, bur lesque. (Maybe.) Wife Savers — Beery-Hatton again, fun nier this time. (Unnecessary.) Across the Atlantic — Monte Blue now flying for Lindbergh. (Detour.) Gentlemen Prefer Blondes — Giving the reasons. (Drop in.) The Private Life of Helen of Troy — Sennettized Erskine. (Yes.) Beau Sabreur — An alleged attempt to make a re-sale of Beau Geste. (No.) Love — Greta Garbo and John Gilbert, but in no sense "Anna Karenina." (A good night to catch up on your reading.) THE fort night has brought forth nothing of par ticular interest in the cinema. 'Though the sea' son may be said #to be at its height, the unveilings are relatively unex' citing. The al' lotted wordage, then, affords op portunity for such quiet paragraphs as : Chicago's apparent lack of interest in Mr. DeMille's superb "The King of Kings" goes into record as another reason why the local cinemas are clut tered with jazz bands and vaudeville. The Thompsonian proposal to estab lish a new and probably less ridiculous bureau of censorship has been side tracked — perhaps because of the femi nine opposition — as attempts to mod' ernize the business of entertainment seem inevitably destined to be. Mr. Ash's magic attraction is re' ported in rapid deterioration and there may be hope for the picture admirers in that. "Chicago" has come to Chicago and this ought to be about enough of these gun things. "The Showdown" and a dozen other current productions follow in the wake of "What Price Glory" with lip'lan' guage that would bring a blush to the hardened cheek of Eugene O'Neil. Nobody seems to care. Movietone News, audibility added to visibility, has come into daily use (at the Monroe and in some of the neighborhood theatres) without trum' peting, but to the great entertainment of all who see and hear. The United Artists theatre — fol lowed, a bit timorously, by some of the others — is giving midnight per formances to attendance refuting the allegation that the town goes to bed before the fun begins. Ruth Etting, promoted — if not actually "discovered" — by the astute Mr. Ash, returns from New York with a Follies billing and the ceilings rock with applause. Peggy Bernier, dis covered and promoted by the same impresso' rio, comes back in "G o o d News" and not a salvo is fired. The city's cool ness to undiluted screen programs, cause of the stagehand move ment, has made the town the national center of production for this type of entertainment. Where- upon, normally enough, the city begins to swing back to favor of undiluted screen programs. The Avalon, a tremendously inter esting structure in the Persian manner, draws attendance from a steadily in creasing radius to its remote location at 79th Street and Stony Island Avenue. A no'jury vote conducted by this department among artists who draw for The Chicagoan is unani mously favorable to the authenticity of the architecture. Jazz band leaders operating in mo tion picture theatres consider $100 a fair price for a musical arrangement calculated to make a popular ditty sound different than in the original. — W. R. WEAVER. Now Showing The King of Kings — The best picture in town and closing shortly. (See it by all means.) The Patent Leather Kid — Dick Barthel- mess in ring and trench warfare — both excellent. (See it.) Red Hair — Clara Bow's best thus far; gold' digger stuff. (If you liked "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.") The Showdown — Burly George Bancroft in a sex-reeler not much too much like "Rain." (A matter of taste.) The Secret Hour — An hour of Pola Negri, but no secrecy. (Avoid it.) Rose Marie — Transcribed deftly enough but equipped with built-in melodrama that looks it. (Perhaps.) Coney Island — Believable stuff about the insiders. (Yes.) Nameless Men — Moreno in the detecting business. (No.) 24 THE CHICAGOAN BOOK/ Early Spring Substitute for Prohibition NOWADAYS in almost any spot where two or more are gathered together the talk is pretty sure to turn sooner or later on the sub ject of prohibition. People more or less get down to it. The way they used to get down to the weather. But at this time of year a strange thing happens. Someone begins : "Now, in Europe . — " and perhaps he goes on to say something about their not having as many crack trains as we do, but the few they do have being really cracked. And then someone, defending Ameri ca, goes on to speak of regions almost as remote as Europe: "Well going from San Francisco to Los Angeles I was in a car where they had real beds. Not Pullman berths at all." And then someone says: "Ah but going from Verona to Paris last spring — -on the Simplon express — " "Ever been to Spain? Ronda? Re member the little cakes? Two cents a dozen. Look like grocery store cookies only larger, and iced. Simply melt in your mouth." And that makes someone else remember the English boat trains with tea-tables ready set. The same nostalgia is blossoming in the book stores. French and British railway posters. Blue skies and pink moun tains. Algiers. Ever been to Italy in the spring? IT'S a time of year when those who can travel do, and those who can't at least like to think about it. To set tle down over just the right travel book. But in order to recommend just the right travel book, it is necessary to know what type of traveler you hap pen to be. Perhaps you are the kind that travels just to be reassured that you are really better off at home. If so, what you need is as uncomfortable a book as possible. One of Harry Foster's, perhaps. I believe his latest is about South America. He al ways starts out with too little money, and usual ly gets into a swamp or some thing besides. For my own part I am nearly sure that my rea son for traveling, or wishing I might travel, is to hear foreign languages spoken. I never go sightseeing if I can help it. Makes me feel like a farmer. And when it comes to sun sets and such things, well I've seen sunsets at Chesterton, Indiana, that be long right in the same album with that gold sky that I once watched from the walls of rose-roofed Rothenburg, — the only European sunset I remember at all. But it's another story when I think of hearing beautiful ladies actu ally talking French as they wait for the lift. Or catching a German professor solemnly launching words long enough to chase their own tails. And if you're that kind of a traveler the book to recommend is "Murray's Handbook of travel- talk : Being a Collection of Questions, Phrases, and Vocabularies in English, French, German, and Italian," that is supposed to work either for English travellers abroad or for foreigners in England. OTHER people, of course, travel for the food. Your Ronda cake man, though he may think that he is interested exclusively in Spanish chests, travels at least partly for the food. And for these people a book has just been published that will bring all Europe to their own kitchen. It is called "The Question Cook" and was written by Ruth A. Jeremiah Gottfried and pub lished by Washburn and Thomas of Cambridge, Massachusetts. "Would you like to dine tonight in Paris or Stockholm, Budapest or Calcutta? Will you have Provencal bouil abaisse, Pol ish bortsch, escudille from Catalonia, Russian blinys, or Balnamoon skink?" Mrs. Gottfried says that her recipes will produce the illusion of foreign travel even in a kitchenette. Or maybe this is your idea of it: "A cyclist, pedaling along the latitudes, head lowered against the onrushing winds at the great corners of the earth, — Aden, Manila, Cape Horn, Dakar. Coasting down the long smooth slope of the longitudes." It is also Paul Morand's in "Nothing But the Earth," a book wherein all American cities dis appear except New York, which be comes the Grand Central station, and Chicago, reduced to three sentences, and our map resolves itself to prehis toric terms of prairie and mountain. "Nothing but the Earth" is an ex traordinary achievement in tempo. And it is besides what you would expect of Paul Morand, a book compact of quick and yet penetrating observation smart ly expressed. The translation, which preserves these qualities to us, was done by Lewis Galantiere, a young man who like Samuel Putnam and the rest of Paris used to reside hereabouts. — SUSAN WILBUR. Black Majesty" HAITI, black step-child of the United States in the Caribbean, is peaceful enough these days. Off shore is an American cruiser or so, an idle smudge against the hot sky. On shore the tropic morning tingles to the reveille of Marine bugles. It is the dull business of empire, the routine of keep ing the peace in 1928. John Vandercook's "Black Majesty" presents the Haitian scene early in the 18th century when the name of Napo leon flung like a bugle call around the world, when Haiti was France's most important overseas possession. With skill, restraint, and understanding, Vandercook unfolds the tangled story of the emergence of black independ ence, a strange and gaudy offshoot of the French Revolution. He presents the course of empire in the American tropics beginning with the first black revolts against white and mulatto masters and ending in the death of Henry Christophe, negro emperor, in his magnificent San Souci palace and fortress, rock-built against the green jungle. Christophe's story, published by Harper and Brothers and chosen by the Literary Guild as the outstanding book for March, is the work of a 25 year old writer, born in London of American parents, partially educated ( 1 year) at Yale, an actor (unsuc cessful), newspaper man, and finally an THE CHICAGOAN 25 explorer and anthropologist among the dark people. A factual outline of "Black Majesty" is unimportant. The book itself is con cerned with the colossal figure of Christophe, vivid, barbaric, cruel, and tremendous in his halfsavage country. In 200 pages Vandercook has set down the feel of the tropics, caught the negro land and its people, the French masters, the plantation and jungle, and the intricate, fascinating story of em pire. That "Black Majesty" is a book worth reading goes without saying. But it is more than that. It is a vivid document, wise in a gaudy and little known period of American history. And it presents a hero worthy of the literature of any people. — f. c. c. The Better Records With the Fifth Symphony of Peter Tschai\ows\y our Pappa Stock breaks into the special album (M-25) division of the Victor Red Seal Catalogue. A good record it is, too, of a deservedly popular master piece. The interpretation needs, if any thing, a little more drive, a little more contrast of opposing sections, a little more abruptness and ruthlessness. But, as aforesaid, it is a fine set of discs to add to your collection. The complete Fire Bird Suite has been done electrically by Stokowski and his lads from the Quaker City. He had made ex cerpts from it before, acoustically, but the new records are, of course, vastly superior. One of Stravinsky's most striking con tributions to the music of the theatre. Ask your neighborhood dealer for Victor 6773-45. The rising tide of good new records threatens to bankrupt the collector. For instance, Columbia has released generous portions of Parsifal, Walkure, Rheingold and Siegfried, all made at the famous Bayreuth Festival Theatre under the per sonal supervision of Siegfried Wagner, with such directorial adjutants as Muck and such singers as our own Kipnis. If your budget forces you to go easy we suggest as a pick the Good Friday music from Parsifal which shows off Kipnis and the Festspielhaus orchestra to splendid advantage. Ole Man River and Ma\e Believe, both from "Showboat" and both made for terpsichorean purposes by the portly Paul Whiteman, are selling like hot-cakes to the collegiate cognoscenti. Victor 21218, and worth the modest outlay. The Rhapsody in Blue, which almost made George Gershwin a highbrow, has been turned out again by Brunswick via Frank Black and his orchestra, in popular concert form. A snappy record, and blime if we haven't gone and lost the catalogue number. MU/ICAL NOTE/ Vladimir Horowitz Justifies the Trumpeting A T the time of this writing a twenty- three-year-old Russian youth named Vladimir Horowitz has tempo rarily turned a large cross- section of the Chi cago public from the consideration of such im portant matters as the Dickinson case and the advent of Count Key serling. Horowitz ar rived in the capacity of soloist on the twenty- second program of the present orches' tral season, heralded by bushels of press-cuttings, testimonials from the Soviet Committee on Public Instruc tion, and paneygyrics from the columns of every European daily of any impor tance. And, strangely enough, all the goings on were more than justified. Horowitz is not only a great pian ist, but an individual who has marked up the entire set of standards by which the thumping of black and white keys is ordinarily judged. Viewing him pure ly from the standpoint of technique he has broken records of speed and power just as Paddock has lowered the time for the hundred. He indicates defi nitely that in one department of en deavor demanding rapid and accurate synchronization of hand and brain he has made an actual physical advance over the technical masters of a half-cen tury ago. If this were all he had to offer, his audiences would view him with the cold amazement reserved for two-hun- dred-mile-an-hour racing cars and electrical gramophones. But Horowitz has much more. He plays with superb intellect, great attention to dynamics, and his platform manner is boyish and free from any affectation. Though slight of frame he bends over into dif ficult chord and octave passages like a young Teutonic thunder-god and he is equipped with a sonorous, controlled legato that strikes firmly to the bottom of the key-board, yet is never harsh. His medium, the Third Concerto of Rachmaninoff, was a gaudy, pretentious business. But it didn't matter. For his is that rare and, maybe, sinful abil ity to interpret that often makes the listener oblivious to the composition. Heifitz THE preceding week Stock pulled out the Second and best sym phony of Vincent Dln- dy. This Frenchman de serves to be regarded as more than the chief dis ciple of Franck, for his music evinces a cool and mature originality. Al though plastered here and here with Franckish modulations, it neverthe less leans even more heavily on the tradition It becomes most vigorous in the fourth movement where a B-flat major theme in 5-4 time appears running over a triplet figure in the violas. The soloists were fifty percent of the Gordon Quartet, namely the far from melancholy Jacques himself and Clarence Evans, principal of the viola section of the orchestra. They played with their usual excellent regard for ensemble and mood a rather dull opus of Mozart, the E flat major Concer- tante for violin and viola. Some trick cadenzas composed especially for the occasion by Herr Stock did not add to the gaiety of the event. of Wagner. and moving AF Heifitz .FTER an absence of two years, spent mostly in touring the Orient, Heifitz returns to Chicago on Sunday. He is no longer a Wunder- kind, but a graciously ripe old gentle' man of twenty-six. He still manages, however, to draw the bow across his Stradivarius at the rate of about a thousand dollars an Auer. Of all the Toschas, Mischas and Saschas he is the quintessence. On the concert platform he never cracks a smile, but he laughs uproariously at Harold Lloyd, Charles Chaplin and Ben Turpin. He is a good dancer, an amateur photographer, a collector of rare editions and he can play the C major scale on a cello. He has been praised by such famous critics of music as Arthur Brisbane, and George Ber nard Shaw has warned him that he will be destroyed by jealous wrath of Divinity because he is a perfect fiddler. — robert pollak. [Additional Notes on Page 22] 26 THE CHICAGOAN #pTWig eo^fymej jprtlne swart iMiifl uuowan and the duerim- Iviortung matircm are inow te l«g Aown to the Blw Cjfreew. V IWAVtn G15 KlortH W-lcTalajcum- Oli/eiayie ^MakeYourLaxvn Look Likelhis ^Makes Beautiful cJwcuriant LAWNS GARDENS SHRUBS TREES NOURISHES the roots and pro motes rapid, healthy growth, making your lawn thick and vel vety. And it's abso lutely odorless. On sale at leading stores, in 5, 10, 25, 50 and 100 lb. bags. The Grasselh Chemical Co. 2101 Canalport Ave., Chicago Phone — Canal 7480 /PORT Digits & Grasselii Grade ~*Aw«rf»«tt>A>&r *»:*<,, WELL, it's here. You'll be on your way to the south side and through the gates of Mr. Comiskey's ball park to see the opening game be fore this issue of The Chicagoan grows cold. The date is April 14, the day is Saturday and the weather is go ing to be balmy. If it isn't you needn't blame us, for we've done our part, anyway. It's our guess that the choosing of Saturday for the inauguration of the season in Chicago will prove a boon to the management and a bugaboo to the fans, but inasmuch as you are a reader of this magazine, the little matter of getting your tickets well in advance of the hoi polloi need not be stressed here. Assuming you are baseball minded, which we must assume in order to get anywhere with a survey such as this is intended to be, we'll start right in from this point with the business at hand. In discussing the White Sox, there is only one outstanding "angle" from which to focus our consideration of the impending campaign. It is not whether the south side boys have a chance in the race, but whether Mr. Comiskey's $123,000 shortstop will make good. Cissell, the boy whose services were valued at the amount quoted, is the highest priced recruit ever to report for spring training in the big leagues. Several seasons ago the same question intrigued the fans, when Bill Kamm took over third base after Comiskey had paid his previous owners $100,000. Both boys won attention in the Pacific Coast league, and it is natural that everyone should center interest on the performance of the second "highest priced" rookie and compare his "stuff" with that of Bill Kamm, who in his brief experience with the Sox has proved himself just about worth the money. Thus, when the flag has been raised and His Honor has tossed in the first ball on opening day, the new face at shortstop will undoubtedly get the lion's share of attention. All of which will be very nice as a send-off for Mr. Cissell, unless he flops. We don't envy him his limelight. THE game will be played against the St. Louis Browns. It is a fairly safe bet that the first home pitch- THE CHICAGOAN 27 REVIEW ose E ggs ing assignment of the season will fall to Ted Lyons and it is the private guess of this department that Manager Ray Schalk will please the customers by wearing the mitt and mask behind the plate himself for the opening. Af ter that McCurdy will do most of the active backstopping. LEST you have begun to think we „ are overlooking the ball team which stands the best chance of bring' ing home the bacon to Chicago this season, we'll close our few chosen re' marks anent the Sox and get right down to the business of talking about Joe and his Cubs. These boys will hear the gong for the first time in Cin cinnati April 11, and will not be seen on Wrigley field until April 18, when their opponents will be the Reds again. Of course, you'll be there to yell hello to the gang. You'll find Charley Grimm at first, Woody English at short, Butler at third, Riggs Stephen' son at left field, Hack Wilson out in center and the latest addition to the "million dollar" outfield, Kiki Cuyler at right. On second base will be either Maguire, McMillan or Clyde Beck and the final choice will be an interesting development indeed. Behind the plate will be Gabby, of course, and we think Charley Root will perform the first day at home, as a concession to the crowd. Joe's famous trade of Sparky Adams, as sweet a utility ball player as you'll find on any lot, for the hard hitting Cuyler now comes to the working out. There's no doubt Kiki will stand up as a dependable clean-up man with the stick, but there is considerable specu' lation afoot as to the ultimate effect on the team the loss of Adams will have. Of one thing, you may be so sure as to bet any number of dollars: the boys are out to win a world's cham- pionship and they have the best chance of doing it of any big league ball club, except the Yankees, on early season dope. This department predicts a pen' nant for the Cubs without qualification and also that the Yanks will know they have been in a World's series before they come out on the long end — if they do. Silhouettes IMPENDING events of a nature properly described by the headline "IN THIS CLIMATE," SAYS MARIE EARLE, "NO SKIN CAN HAVE ABSO LUTELY NORMAL CON DITIONS. SO DO NOT WASH YOUR FACE" WASHING the face with soap, slightly alkaline, and with water even imper ceptibly hard means wear and tear on sensitive exposed skin. This results in dryness, fine lines, tiny wrinkles, an aging complexion. With Marie Earle's Essential Cream, you can cleanse your face thoroughly and safely. Next use the Essential Cream with the Cucum ber Emulsion, as a nourishing appli cation. 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Ave, Chicago Telephone for Appointment — Whitehall 4242 8 East 57 Street, New York Philadelphia Boston Detroit Newark provided for this space are casting shadows of enough interest to challenge anyone's imagination. As we stated upon this figurative hillock called March there looms up, almost within reaching distance, it seems, the first peak in the range of sport mountains just beyond us. It is, to become literal and more to the point, the fifty-fourth running of the Kentucky derby at Churchill Downs May 19. The next mountain is the National Open Golf championship tournament, to be played in June at Olympia Fields. We can recognise many others among the re maining snow caps, such as the Olym pic Games, the Davis Cup Matches, the Baseball Flag race, but they are not clamoring for immediate attention, so let's consider at this breathing spell the derby and the Open. 0 REIGH COUNT must by now be a name embedded firmly in the consciousness of all sport page readers. On the sleek shoulders of that horse will rest the hopes of Illiois in the great event at Churchill Downs. This depart ment feels a certain sense of regret, however, that the Leona Farm favorite has been given so much prominence this early in the proceedings. Winter- book favorites in the past have shown a disconcerting tendency to fade from the picture along about the second week in May. Certainly it has been demonstrated that early money rarely remains consistent. On the other hand, sentiment dictates the expression of a hope that the first derby favorite ever to be wintered in Illinois will annex the flowery horseshoe. There is little doubt the many friends of Mr. and Mrs. John Herts will rally to the col ors of Leona Farm and by their sup port give impetus to the general back ing. It's fairly certain the Chicago contingent in Louisville this year will be appreciably increased because of the stimulated interest in local entries, so if Reigh Count has any sort of apprecia tion for united moral and financial sup port, something on the nose of that favorite next May should bring in div idends. Lest this be considered expert advice, however, we had better recall in print that the last two Kentucky derby entrants on which we ventured a wager were scratched and the one be fore that disappeared sometime during the race and has not yet been account ed for, so far as we know. —JOSEPH U. DUGAN. ALLERTON HOUSE To see it is to want to live there To live here is to be at home — when away from home! Michigan at Huron Chicago Extensive Comfortable Lounges Resident Women's Director Ball and Banquet Rooms Circulating Library Special Women's Elevators Fraternity Rooms Billiards Chess Cafeteria Athletic Exercise Rooms Allerton Glee 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 net« Sand traps — 6 Water Holes Public invited. ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY RATES PER PERSON Single • ¦ $12.00 — $20.00 Double - - $8.00 — $15.00 Transient ¦ $2.50 $3.50 Descriptive Leaflet on Requast CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW YORK TMECMICAGOAN 29 The CI4ICAGOENNE Aladjalov Is Right SKIES, thermometers and headcolds to the contrary notwithstanding, Spring did arrive punctually with ap' pearance at the news stands of Mr. Aladjalov's symbolic announcement on the cover of the preceeding Chi cagoan. Witness the openings of both French and American couturiers. (What a wee\\) Hearing of some marvelous Russian jewelry, I dashed to Blums on Michi' gan Avenue before any of it was snapped up so that you could know of it all. It wasn't an idle tip, either, for they have the largest authentic cob lection of antique Fifteenth, Sixteenth and Seventeenth Century jewels it has ever been my pleasure to see. Added to that are representative pieces from all the other countries that could possibly be called artistic. Strange ideas, some of them have, but as a whole well worth while. One bracelet was taken from the front of a crown worn by a Sultana of Persia, and if you get par' ticularly chummy with the girl she'll open up a special drawer and show you a wonderful Ikon with the center fig' ure cut out of one piece of pearl. There are, too, heaps of other interest' ing pieces. If you're in need of a new black lace they have here what I would say was unquestionably one of the smartest be' ing shown. The sketch will give you some idea of it. This is made to order, in either black or white. It is of chantilly lace with surplice V front, rose pink vest showing through, large black satin bow and streamers on the left hip and the skirt full, scab loped edge and with the now usual uneven hem line. Also look at the Goupy green and black moire for afternoon; Circular black skirt and rather tailorish blouse with belt of same in their heavenly shade of green which should be effec tive on either blond or brunette. DOWN the street at the Blackstone shop are some hats in the new wig effects. Everyone can talk all he wants about long hair coming in, but these are the newest thing and without a bob you couldn't get one on by using a hat'horn, if there is such an animal. Many of these are made on a hair foundation. Le Monnier shows one of black with cired ostrich feathers wound around and another felt cut in daisy shapes in very dark brown with a veil to match. Agnes presents the new tricot, any color you like, which is sometimes draped with shaded ribbon or, better still, painted braid, which I think is very smart. These hats must be draped on you so that the contour of your head is perfect and the turban or wig effect not too heavy. They also have some small brimmed felts stitched with metal to match a smart threcquarter length velvet coat for sport. Apple'blossom and ivory are two of the good shades. At Leschins they are using a lot of Moire. A tan coat copied from Pa' quin, cape back with a kolinsky collar, 30 TWE CHICAGOAN Importers MODELS BY Lelong Jenny Miller Patou Chanel and others An early visit to our shop is suggested 6 7^. Michigan Ave. Chicago, III. Mountain Valley Water* the finest mineral water on earth Recomm ended for more than seventy years by physicians. Unexcelled as a table water. WE DELIVER {EL Monroe 5460 or write Mountain Valley Water Co. 739 W. Jackson Blvd. Monroe 5460 North Shore Branch, Evanston Ph. Greenleaf 4777 *IN BOTTLES FROM HOT SPRINGS (ARK.) very smart but only for dress'up, as it's not too practical. They have an en' semble in the work room that should be down soon, with a black coat and skirt and tan double breasted blouse. I like this a lot. Also they are work' ing on some polka dot dresses, blue, green and brown with white dots. Very smart if the figure is willowy enough to stand it. I'D like to mention in regard to the aforcspoken'of willowy figure that Miss Hay at 938 Upper Michigan Av enue has a corselette designed by her self to give you that effect if you have forgotten yourself and eaten too many calories. It's washable, comfortable and thinning. What more can you ask? She has everything to outfit you and makes a specialty of perfect fitting sleeves and neck line. On State Street, at Mandel's, you'll find Lelong's sapphire pins and neck' laces. These stones against the skin match the color called moon'blue. It apparently is a hard color to obtain, for these are the first I've ever seen that were really clear and not cheap looking. The pins are immense. One of them is oblong, rounded at the ends and a couple of inches across and with no part of the setting showing, which simplicity is a great relief. You should find these, now, on the ninth floor in the Foreign Shops. They also have a welbmade Chanel Gipsy necklace. These are made entirely of beads in different colors. A double strand at the back of neck and in front, starting from a large bead, five strands. Chas. Stevens has exquisite and mar velous enamel toilet sets. They are pretty nearly indescribable. Little crys' tal bottles, some fat, some thin. What fun to fill them! The colors of the enamel are soft beyond words, with lovely figures or flowers. Second floor, these. At the bag counter are some pebble tweeds, with assimilated (take their word for that) frames to match, in suit and coat shades rather dark and for sport. Embroidered or lined to match your shoes. Principally maize, natural and rose. These are nice and I'm sure would prove useful. MARTHA WEATHERED in the Drake has lots of chiffons, the daintiest ones with petal effects on the skirt. A dress for the matron of flow ered chiffon, with solid beaded belt done over the pattern, was quite effec' Pilgrim's Progress Mr. Simple pauses before a stern and rock-bound box office to content' 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 ironic eye brow and enters the theatre with his party. •Mr. Worldly Wise Man knew, of course, that he could have made his selection from a Couthoui stand at the Congress, Blackstone, Drake, La Salle, Morrison, Stevens, Sher man and Seneca hotels, or at the Hamilton, C.A.A., I.A.C., Union League, Standard, and University clubs. COUTHOUI For Tickets LUNCHEON — DINNER — SUPPER 'THERE is only one Petrushka. And be- •"• cause it is so original, so unique, so different, it has won the discriminating folk of Chicago. Co to Petrushka if you would find real enjoyment of the better sort — genuine Russian "atmosphere*," native Gypsy orchestra music, gay Chauve Souris enter- tainment, and delicious Russian-French cuisine. Jietrusfjka Club Ely lOimara. Manager Phone Wabash 2497 403 S. Wabash Ave. tive, and for the same person an ex ceedingly simple but smart ensemble of navy blue kasha coat with delft blue crepe dress. The dress has a double bolero effect in front and plain in back. This is one shop in which you can always count on seeing something new, as they receive shipments from New York every day but Tuesday. — ARCYE WILL. THE CHICAGOAN 31 Newsprint The Shorts Page SOME time when the august powers' that'be in the larger newspapers assemble to try to decide just how to make their news columns more inter' esting and entertaining to the readers, it might not be a waste of time for them to turn to the sport pages and study them. Here is the last remaining shred of untrammeled jour' nalism, practically free from the in- terference of pub' lishers and adver' tising men and actively defended by circulation men. In comparison with the rest of the paper, the sport page is almost an orgy. The sporting editor is a czar. Advertising men long ago gave up trying to get sport promoters to advertise and just don't give a whoop what is printed. Pub' lishers and other executives are inter' ested only in polo, golf or volleyball and hence have little or no concern over what is said about baseball, foot' ball, jai alai, or dog racing. Even in golf, they are concerned only with their own foursome and know of Jones, Ouimet and a few others in a vague sort of a way. Eckersall probably picks his albcon' ference and all'western football team without consulting anyone and worries not about the "policy" of the paper or what the advertising men will think about it. Ring Lardner lands on the sport page; finds a comparatively free and easy opportunity to develop and steps into the big money class. If he had been writing politics or general news, in which the higher'ups had been in' terested, he would probably have re turned to Indiana unheralded and un' sung. ONLY two other forms of enter- tainment exist that are compar' able in popular interest with sports. They are the motion picture and the radio. Both developed after the mod' ern newspaper had arrived, and the newspapers took steps to keep them in their place — both in regard to space devoted to them and to the advertising revenue they could yield. The motion picture attracts hundreds of thousands in Chicago daily. It is an important part of the entertainment scheme of more than fifty per cent of the population of this metropolis. In a year's time, it rolls up an attend' ance figure which dwarfs the attend' ance at all of the professional and amateur sporting events combined. Yet examine the space devoted to it by the newspapers and the quality of the stuff printed about it. Northwestern University plays Illi nois basketball. The game attracts 5,000 people. In a week's time, ap' proximately fifteen columns are devoted to this one event by the daily press. Of those attending, fifty per cent or more are students. The Chicago theatre plays to double or triple that number day in or day out. Their program is given an occasional paragraph in the press — an occasional, conservative, carefully scrutinized paragraph. The point might be raised that the basketball game is amateur sport. So, we turn to boxing matches. Here, space is fairly lavished upon the pre motional efforts of a prize fight man' ager and two pugs. Judging by re ports in the press, the chances are three or four to one that the affair will be badly managed; the decision the cause of argument, and the fighters either will stall or have been over touted. The people who read the pa' pers and attend are not given their money's worth. At the motion picture theatre, they are. IN professional baseball, the situation is even more surprising. The owner of a major league club is practically positive of at least one column a day. If he hires a new hand, the picture of this busher will appear in a dozen poses with a complete record of his past per' formances. No advertising appropria' This latest mode in travel flurope by ^ ^Motor\ This is the way the discern ing go for they realize that rushing after trains is rarely dignified and never soothing. They would much rather step from the gang plank into their waiting car . . . and drive away to Paris, Dinard or Biarritz! The Franco cars are of the smart est . . . the chauffeurs, English- speaking and courteous . . . the plans _ carefully prearranged by an American staff. If you request, we will gladly send you our illustrated booklet "Europe by Motor." Franco-Belgique Tours Co., Inc. "Europe by Motor" — American Personnel 333 Michigan Ave., Chicago 27th Annual (All Breed) DOG SHOW Licensed by The American Ken nel Club. Sponsored by The Chicago Kennel Club. Showing March 30-31 and April 1 from 10 a. m. to 10 p. m. ARMORY 16th and Michigan Chicago, 111. 32 TUE CHICAGOAN The Norwalk Tire and Rubber Co., Inc. Norwalk, Conn. Announce The appointment of Olson & Flory 2231 South Parkway Factory Warehouse Distributors for Chicago and Adjacent Territory Norwalk Tires "Longer Service — Lower Cost" Phones: Calumet 2211-12 tion is necessary. If a theatre brings Charles Chaplin, master artist of the films, to the city in celluloid form, it is required to pay theatrical rates (higher than most rates) to apprise the population of the fact. If Comiskey brings Babe Ruth to town, the papers give him columns. Chaplin plays to ten times the number of people that Ruth does. Chaplin de- livers at every performance. Ruth, at best, hits a homer every third game. The only thing that hasn't improved about motion pictures in the last twenty years is the way the newspa' pers handle them editorially. When the subject turns to radio, the space and effort devoted to handling the subject, compared to the handling of sports, is even more absurd. Eighty per cent of the families in Chicago are estimated to have a radio in daily op' eration. For a time it appeared to be just bad management. The newspaper seemed to be struggling to find some one who could figure out just what information the public wanted about radio and give it to them. But more recently the trend has been toward ballyhooing its own radio station and trying to force people using other stations into adver' tising their programs. THERE is not a newspaper in the city with a radio department which will tell you positively whether the important events of the day or evening are to be broadcasted or, if so, by what station. The papers them selves will assign reporters to impor- tant events on account of public in- terest, but if a station not owned by them has set up a microphone the chances are even or better that you will have to stumble across it "fishing" on your radio. You can't turn to the in- formation in print. Four or five years of effort has pro- duced in the papers the most stupid listing of stations one could imagine. There is no head or tail to it. It might be of some use to a person with a super radio receiver, who is devoted to getting distance regardless of what is offered. But that type of devotee is almost extinct. To the public, the advance informa tion that the speech of Governor Ritchie, the President of the Irish Free State, or some other visiting dignitary is going to be broadcast over such-and- such a station at such-and'such a time is vastly more valuable than a few paragraphs of the speech in the news paper the following day. The circulation departments would be surprised if, over their protest, some of the space, effort and intelligence now devoted to sports was turned to motion pictures and the radio. And the advertising men would probably be tickled pink if the effort on films and radio was intelligent enough to keep up the circulation long enough to give the newspapers an opportunity to put pro fessional sport promoters in the same class with other business men, such as department store proprietors, theatre owners, and shop keepers. — EZRA. ? Surely Editor, The Chicagoan. Sir: Surely you must have heard that all this talk about barring "The Racket" is nothing but cooked'up publicity calculated to build up local demand for the show — so that the box office will prosper. I hope you will find room to print my opinion — that we ought, at least, be given an opportunity to "see ourselves as others see us" without all this sub rosa propaganda. — Harry B. 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