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THE HUPMOBILE <^£a UR EIGHT GAMBILL 2230 Michigan Ave. MOTOR CO., INC Hupmobile Distributor Calumet 5800 The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publishir and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chrcago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies 15c. Vol. V. y<o. 4 — For the Fortnight ending May 19. (On sale May 5.) Entered as second-class matter at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. FME CHICAGOAN 1 Mr. and Mrs. Chicagoan, when about to buy Oriental or American rugs . . . are much the same as the youngster buying a single mar ble from a bushel basketful— WHAT TO BUY? Rarely do folks buy rugs frequently enough to become connoisseurs of quality or critics of value . . . and rather than become bewil dered by the myriads of rugs on display in Chicago and environs . . . why not come direct to Revell's . . . where your confidence in our knowledge of rugs and their modern adaptation to modern homes will prove a big help? And by the way . . . prices are very moderate. BEvell'S at WABASH and ADAMS TMC CHICAGOAN OCCASIONS WELCOME — The Bremen flyers, as these lines are written, will meet the mayor, George Gets and citizens May 13. DERBY — The Churchill Downs running race, May 19. DERBY — The all-city race to the news' stands for copies of a new Chicagoan, on the stands the same date. THE STAGE Musical Comedy GOOD HEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. Sprightly goings on in a college setting, brisk and gay, amiable and amusing. Abe Lyman's music. A sightly chorus. The best of available revues. Go. Evenings 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. ARTISTS AND MODELS— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A vulgar exhibition, lamentably funny and more than welcomed by the salty Chicago patron who roars at a lady being thwacked across the bloomers. Curtain up and the lid off, 8:1? sharp and 2:15. Closing May 12 for SUNNY DAYS, a song and dance piece in the same tradi- tion. To be reviewed. THE DESERT SONG— Great Northern, 21 Quincy. Central 8240. This splen' did business was installed September 6, last, and has deservedly packed them in since. Superb singing in a brave, ro mantic show. Billed to close May 19. Curtain 8:20 and 2:20. THE LOVE CALL— Olympic, 74 West Randolph. Central 8240. The great west of cowboys and Indians made melodious by Sigmund Romberg's puis- ing tunes for a very competent operetta. Glamorous, tuneful, romantic. Curtain 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. Reviewed — this issue. GILBERT AND SULLIVAN— Studebaker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. IOLANTHE, beginning May 8 for one week. And a following week of selected G and S. Able, tuneful, and immortally amusing. Curtain 8:20 and 2:20. Re- viewed herewith. Without Music EXCESS BAGGAGE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. The lives and loves of vaudeville hoofers in a sharp, accurate, moving play which pleases everybody but this cankered observer. See it. 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. FOUR WALLS— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Nuni Wisenfiend in a drama of a good (well, occasionally) Jewish boy in crook company. Nicely THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS High Hats, by Hermina A. Selz. . . .Cover Current Entertainment, for the fortnight ending May 19 Page 2 Matrimony Made Modern, a Sales Talk 3 Some Civilized Interests, pre-digested 4 Topics of the Town, by Martin ]. Hjaigley 5 Circus Impressions, by A. Raymond Katz 7 If I May Say So, by Gene Markey. . . 8 Recovering Chicago, by Helen H. Torrence 9 Between Numbers, by Phil Nesbit. . . 10 A Chicagoan in Madrid, by Samuel Putnam 11 "The Chicagoan's" Own Trav elogue, by Peter Koch 12 The Stolen Gainsborough, by W. H. Williamson 13 Lobby Pleasantries, by D. C. Higgin- son 14 Edwin Balmer — Chicagoan, by Irma Frances Dupre 15 The Village of Hinsdale, by Dick Smith 16 Gambling Made Safe, by Francis C. Coughlin 18 The Stage, by Charles Collins 19 *Tly-by-Nicht," by J. H. E. Clark... 20 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver. . 21 The Petrol Regatta, by Gonfal 22 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak 23 Books, by Susan Wilbur 24 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will. ... 26 Newsprint, by Ezra 28 enough done. Evenings 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. A MAN'S MAN opening May 1 1 in the same playhouse. FLT-BY-NIGHT— Cort, 132 North Dear born. Central 0019. A comedy of an Uncle Tom show and the mimes in it. Native, homely, amusing, and shrewd stuff. Evenings 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Reviewed in this issue. THE BABY CYCLONE— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. A George M. Cohan pastry and extremely good farce. Incredibly clean, too, for these wicked times. 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Also in this issue. MINTURN PLAYERS— Chateau, Broad way and Grace. Lakeview 7170. Weekly revivals of pieces worth the pulmotor. Fairly well done. Call the box office for timelier information. GOODMAN MEMORIAL THEATRE— Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. Until May 8, CAMILLE, a cheerful farce well acted. And always in interesting piece by local and enthusiastic players. Worth a trip across the boulevard. Mat. Fri. No Sunday performance. Variety PALACE— Randolph at La Salle. State 6977-8-9. Stars "at liberty" pick up the pennies in two-a-day capers. Also hand standing gentlemen and snappy come back boys in high button coats and sailor straws. Call theatre for program information. THE CINEMA UNITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Sadie Thompson, which Mr. Hays permitted to be made instead of Rain, with Gloria Swanson in Jeanne Eagels' shoes, hat and role. Beginning when Son ell and Son is finished. (Usually the theatre to go to first.) McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— Laugh Clown Laugh, Lon Chaney in character istic woe, supplanting The Legion of the Condemned and running until similarly supplanted. (Usually the theatre to go to second — no acts, good music, quiet.) ROOSEVELT — 1 10 N. State — Speedy, Harold Lloyd's funniest picture, until it makes way for We Americans, said to be a comic picture on the melting-pot theme. (Usually the theatre to go to third — no acts, overtures, solos or community sing ing.) CHICAGO— State at Lake— Ta\e-a-Chance Wee^, a collection of pictures, singers, dancers, tumblers, jugglers, etc., which you are asked to take on faith, May 7-13. Hold 'Em Yale, just possibly collegiate, May 14-20. (Nice people go to this place and if the Four Marx Brothers don't dash onto the stage between pictures, Ziegfeld's Follies are very likely to do so.) ORIENTAL — Randolph off State — The THE CHICAGOAN 3 "Turn Turn Ta Ta Turn Te Ta Ta — " IN June Marion gets another ring. She changes her name from Edwards to Carter. Thirty years ago she would have put on a black silk dress and started a cook book. Thirty years ago she would have begun acquiring her husband's interests. Painful. Today she simply gives Jack a subscription to tie CWICAGOAN BY June the young couple need not worry about a cook book because the magazine lovingly recounts notable eating places. There need be no bitter reproaches after theatre when this fireside journal affords a wise and wary guide to play houses. Always there is reflected in its pages the gusto and glamour of this man's town in writings alert, gay, zestful and extremely literate. A month with THE CHICAGOAN and before-breakfast conversations will center deftly about the civilized interests. Even the black silk dress is reported in the fashion sec tion. So Marion gives Jack THE CHICAGOAN. The moral = The coupon. Married, single or anxious — the dotted line forms on the right. The Chicagoan , 407 So. Dearborn St. i Chicago, 111. i Send "The Chicagoan" Name one year $3,00 — two years $5.00. • Address City State 4 THE CHICAGOAN theatre that used to be devoted to Paul Ash and his entertainers, now being de voted to something else, including pic tures. Decisions as to what these latter shall be are altered so consistently that we refrain from publishing the present plans. (The theatre to go to after you've gone to the Chicago.) MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — Honor Bound and Hangman's House in that order, seven days each, during the fort night of this issue's availability. And always the incomparable Movietone News — last word in news reels — and never too many people. Good short pictures, too. PLAYHOUSE— 410 S. Michigan— Avow edly "artistic" and heroic in substantiative measures to that end. Usually the pic tures are good — particularly the shorter pictures — and always the atmosphere is conducive to appreciation of items offered. The only theatre in town where an nouncements are entertaining. TABLES BLACKSTOHE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. One of the civilized interests. Margraff's stringed music. Superlative food and service. August Dittrich is headwaiter. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. Husk O'Hare's lively band and competent victualry make this huge inn a pleasant eating and dancing parlor from 6 until 8 p. m. Stadler is headwaiter. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Slick and showy environment with wise people at the tables in the Balloon Room. Johnny Hemp's smooth band. The parade of Peacock Alley. Ray Barrec is head- waiter. PALMER HOUSE — State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. Hospitable and pleasant with good food, a fine orchestra, and adequate service. Moderately priced. Mutchler is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Dining and dancing and looking at the best after theatre entertain ment in town. Stage headliners are regu larly on the show bill. Lively customers. Until 2 a. m. Brown is headwaiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 403 South Wabash, Wabash 2497. Russian to the last gipsy. Novel entertainment. Excellent food. No whoopee. And the best people night after night. Khamara is master of ceremonies. Kinsky is headwaiter. After College Inn and Petrush\a we come to a mournful note on night places. Padlocks have been falling fast and in junctions faster on guilty and innocent (relatively) alike. SUBSET, REN DEZVOUS, and JEFFRY TAVERN have been closed, and the SUBSET was no lily. THE RAIHBO, Ike Bloom's MIDHIGHT FROLICS, Mike Fritzl's CLUB ANSONIA, CLUB ALABAM, PARODY CAFE, HOLLYWOOD BARN, and the innocent and delightful CHEZ PIERRE have been enjoined. Yet these places are doing business nightly. The injunction, it appears, was a warn ing. Even the BLACKHAWK, a danc ing restaurant, has had its doors plastered with federal paper. From day to day who knows? We suggest 'phoning your favorite club first. Or better, 'phone E. C. Yellowley, local hetman of the prohibition Cossacks. Not after 3 a. m.! JULIENNE'S— 1009 Rush. Tremendous dining in the opulent French manner with great platters of edibles set down at a plain businesslike table. Informal, ro bust, and a Chicago show place. [listings begin on page 2] BOOKS Show Cases, by Jacques Le Clercq (Macy- Masius, $2.50), consists of six stories of people "caught in the meshes of the sex impulse" but never caught in the usual and obvious sense. The majority of the stories are laid in Europe — where that impulse has a wider scope than it has over here. Children and Fools, by Thomas Mann; translated by Hermann George Scheffauer. (Knopf, $2.50.) Thomas Mann can write short stories as well as long ones, and these represent his earlier as well as his later work. They are tales of character rather than of plot, and his children are particularly delightful. Etched in Moonlight, by James Stephens (Macmillan, $2.50), represents Stephens in sombre mood. The title story is a dream-tale, romantic and tragic, and the others portray the helpless and hopeless of the world as they shamble through life not even putting up a pretense at a fight. Mr. Weston's Good Wine, by Theodore F. Powys; with drawings by George Charlton. (Viking Press, $3.50.) An ironic fantasy of village life in which Someone, selling the wine of life and a heavier wine, upsets the plans of the village villains — of whom there are a plenty — and brings happiness and sur cease to their victims. Seaports in the Moon, by Vincent Star- rett. (Doubleday Doran, $2.50.) The search for the fountain of youth as con ducted by more than one legendary or historic personage: here you may meet Villon, Columbus, Ponce de Leon, and other old friends, still up to old tricks. Peasants, by Konrad Bercovici. (Double- day Doran, $2.) Stories of Roumanian gypsies by one who was born in Rou- mania and who has a gusto for the violent and the passionate that sets him quite apart from his peers among native authors. In the Beginning, by Norman Douglas. (John Day company, $2.50.) By the author of "South Wind," this tale of a much earlier time, when, in fact the gods and goddesses both occasionally became involved in amorous affairs with human beings, has all of that earlier novel's pyhrronism. Life and Letters of Gertrude Bell of Arabia. (Boni and Liveright.) 2 vols. $10. Gertrude Bell certainly came and saw Arabia, even though she may have left the conquering to her friend T. E. Lawrence. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Wabash 0770. An obscure Loop street hides this fine relic of British tyranny. Magnificent steaks and chops. Noble service. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. A Gold Coast high point, this inn is suave, wealthy, polished and exclusive. John Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Michigan Avenue and Lakeshore Drive. Superior 2200. Brisk, fashionable, genial. The largest of class hotels. Bobby Meeker's music. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. PEARSON HOTEL— 190 East Pearson. Competent, quite, dignified and nice. An excellent retreat for Sunday dinner. L'AIGLON— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. French victuals, private dining rooms if desired. A little music. And the attention of M. Majerus. Good. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi gan. Michigan 1837, Victory 10533. The lordly Pompano done succulently after the Creole rite is chief of New Orleans dishes here. An experience! Bravo! MARINE DmiHG ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. Cool, nice, respectable. A place which comes into higher and higher favor as summer draws on. Nice people. William Nast is headwaiter. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. The loudest of all whoopee palaces. Earsplitting, harmless, impromptu, cheap. Akeley is head- waiter. A show place which disturbed Aimee McPherson. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. Newest and most popular of the dine dance places for young people and those near young. Splendid music. Crowded dancing. Bet ter choose a week night. Lively, young, amusing and merry. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road Bittersweet 2100. SHORELATsID HOTEL— 545 4 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. Excellent places both for Sunday dinner after an afternoon of motoring along the Chicago shore line. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 East Ohio. Con venient, not crowded, and excellent in European foods. A convenient lunch place. ART ART INSTITUTE— Architectural show be ginning May 6. Important. Photo graphic salon. Sculpture with Epstein, Dobson and Kolbe. The Rothenstein drawings of notable men. Drawings and etchings by Millet (very fine) and the Swope chiaroscuros. ACKERMANN'S — Color prints of early Chicago. A most interesting and de lightful showing. ANDERSON'S— Paintings by Frank and Caroline Armington. CHESTER ]OH?iSOH GALLERIES — Modern French paintings, always worth inspection, and now and then an old piece of merit. M. O'BRIEH AND SON— American paint ings and T. H. Crawford mezzotints PREYER AND VANDERHOOGT— Etch ings by Blampied and Joseph Pennell. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES— An important showing of Leheutre's etchings. Always a fine display of prints here. SECESSION LTD. — Modern arts and crafts in a significant exhibit. A must place for the shopping list. Th _ _ I4ICAG0AN nbpicr of the rfouon [HE business of running a club in such a manner as to encourage mem bers to visit it of their own free will continues to take on added complexities. The Olympia Fields Country Club now finds itself defendant in a suit brought in behalf of a guest who be came involved in an automobile acci' dent following a party at the club. It is charged that the accident was due to indulgence in alcoholic beverage and that the club, having been unsuccessful in preventing the con sumption of the beverage upon its premises, is there by liable for damages on account of injuries suf fered in the accident. The plight of the Olympia club will be viewed with interest — and very likely not a little sympathy— by other clubs. We shall not say that these stand in similar jeopardy, but only that they may conceivably imagine themselves thrust into a like position. The problem called up by all of this is a stag gering one. The first solution that occurs is immedately to disband, demolish and otherwise efface all of the existing club institutions. If they are to render themselves safe from this sort of assault we do not think that any half-way meas ures will prove effective. To attempt a full com pliance with all of the existing laws, and such others that may be added from one moment to the next, strikes us as a decidedly less practicable suggestion. With club life ended those interested in recording the progress of man could then arrange to have a few vestiges of the clubs that were enclosed in a glass case in the Field Museum of Natural History as a reminder to fu ture generations of the futility of the old-fashioned pursuit of happiness. It is interesting to note that Judge Joseph David, in holding the Olympia club to account, terminated his opinion with the conventional words to his clerk, "Call the next case," and then immediately added: "I want to get home and have a drink.'" It is to be hoped that the judge ar ranged to have his guests of the evening summarily executed at his board in order that no accidents might befall them in later life, thereby making him a defendant in an action for damages on account of having served ginger ale and cracked ice. Th Historical ^ go must go to appreciation music." HE passing of the old Briggs house, which is now being demolished to make way for the new Von Steuben club build ing, breaks a definite tie to the older Chicago. The Briggs house accurately reflected one stage of Chicago's process of grow ing up. At one time the Briggs house was a political ren dezvous of no little im portance. In its latter days the lords of the labor movement held sway and meanwhile it was the capi tal for some of the most radical direct- actionists this country has ever seen.. This latter group was pre sided over by the late Big Bill Haywood who was later banished to Russia. A hundred general strikes have been calmly and san- guinely discussed in the dingy rooms of the old 6 TUE CHICAGOAN Briggs house. The Briggs bar will remain a verdant memory with thousands of Chicago men of the older generation. In addi tion to its contribution to the con viviality of the times, the Briggs bar will be remembered as the scene of the opening events of the long series of gangland fatalities which do not yet seem to be ended. Reactionary R JGHT at the moment when many people are lightly discussing the adop tion of the airplane mode of travel as a matter of fact means of getting from one place to another it might be well to record the observations of a gentleman from Germany, a recent visitor in Chicago, who from the close of the war until about a year ago regularly used airplanes in visiting the offices of his concern which are located in various cities in Germany, France, Belgium, Austria, Hungary and Italy. The visitor recites that at the outset his commercial travelling about Europe by airplane seemed to involve a pleas' ing adventure, that much time seemed to be saved and that the whole busi ness appeared to be fraught with much desirable excitement and stimulation. It develops that latterly our informant found an increasingly severe fatigue was overcoming him upon his arrival at destinations. He quickly fell into the habit of going immediately to his hotel for a rest of sufficient duration to revive his spirits. After this had been going on for some time he suddenly realised that on account of the time required for re cuperation after airplane journeys he had gained nothing in the way of time- saving by his aerial flights. After having arrived at this con clusion, and having meanwhile given some little thought to certain occasional eventualities incident to travel by air, our pioneer of the European airways went back to the chemin de fer, relying upon a periodic motor journey behind a French chauffeur for such thrills of the road as he still feels in need of. X Street Justice HE tiresome question of whether a rich man is less liable to conviction in American courts than his less affluent fellow citizen is now undergoing a revival. We note, however, that the withering backfire of, "Is zat so?", remains the highspot in the arguments of those whose tremendous inside knowledge of how it is done convinces them that the current emblem of justice is the cash register. Among a nation where material con siderations are not regarded lightly it should not be surprising that a rich man should be able to obtain counsel and a day in court. Many of our lesser politicos seem to regard this as a strong and sinister reflection upon our institutions. They seem to think that the proper places to place on trial an accused rich man are in the newspapers, on the streets and on the street cars and among crowds leaning against support ing pillars in city halls and court houses. Considering the question of whether a rich man may be convicted in court leads somewhat away from an understanding of the most interesting fea' tures of these cases. There are, fortunately, old fashioned judges, perhaps somewhat limited in number, who labor through a case that has been placed before them without any previous consultations with bank bal ances. These jurists just go ahead and have the case before them tried and, with a simplicity that astounds the over-wise commentators on public affairs, are only' in terested in whether the ac cused is guilty as charged. But then there is the army of unofficial and unappointed jurists who after reading a few paragraphs in the news papers and after consulting with a few other similarly uninformed persons hand down their august decisions. Before these courts the mat ter of whether a rich man may be convicted is no ques tion at all : He is pronounced guilty the moment his name is mentioned. TI4ECUICAG0AN 7 f\ TRIVIAL incident in his early business career con firmed the late Jacob Franks in a curious habit which con tinued with him throughout his business career. Many years ago upon en tering a conference con cerned with an important transaction, Mr. Franks no ticed that his linen collar had become spattered in a hasty buggy ride over Chicago's early cobblestoned streets. Although the time was short he decided that it would be a bad omen to appear at the conference in the soiled col lar. He interrupted his rush to the meeting place and purchased a fresh collar. The deal was concluded to his satisfaction and profit. Throughout his later busi ness career when any im portant deal was about to be closed he would excuse himself, send out for a new collar and then, wearing the fresh linen, he would return for the closing of the transaction. Th HE non-use of a typewriter in this day of the business of writing has an unpleasant tendency to "date" a writer. We therefore noted with some little alarm that in an otherwise friendly article about Mr. James Weber Linn in the last fortnightly issue of The Chicagoan Ruth Bergman intimated that Mr. Linn seemed to be relying still upon the quill in literary com position. The Chicagoan desirous that such an injustice to Mr. Linn shall no longer rest upon its conscience hereby reports that since the last issue saw the light of the reading lamps it has received from Mr. Linn a communique, letter- perfect in execution, fresh from his own writing machine. w. R acmg HEN the Illinois legislature voted its approval of wagering at race tracks this act was interpreted to mean the re- establishment of thoroughbred racing in this state on a greater and grander scale than ever. First predic tions have stood up encouragingly, and the season of racing now approaching offers great promise. There is1 nothing in the story of the thoroughbred sport in Illinois which is more encouraging than the number of gentlemen owners, residents of Chicago, whose colors will flash under the barrier during the coming season. The sport is best served everywhere by the inter est of men who are in the game pri marily for sport. Among the many important considerations that are served by this is the fact that the colors of amateur owners inspire the confidence of the general public. Strangely, however, several owners of important Chicago stables are thus far carefully shielding their identity, apparently not quite sure whether to race horses in Chicago is a sport that need not be apologized for. The new ness of the sport in its present re spectability in Illinois, together with its rather devious history of the past twenty years, probably accounts for this, but we venture that if the coming season fulfills its promise a new group of sportsmen will be enthusiastically admitting their ownership of the thoroughbreds. f\ CHICAGOAN, returning from the Atlantic seaboard, was completing his morning's toilet in a dressing room as "The Twentieth Century Limited" approached Chicago. There being a talkative fellow passenger in the room, and it being the hour it was, the Chi cagoan was hurrying an escape into the breakfast car. "Say," called the voluble one, "do you live in Chicago?" "I do, sir," he was answered. "Well, I haven't been in Chicago in eighteen years and I'm wondering whether I'll need a bodyguard there," he said with a broad and rather dumb grin. The Chicagoan answered: "Some do in Chicago; in fact, anywhere." The Rate to Live O, NE of Chicago's most successful criminal lawyers, and consequently one of its most formidable threats upon the security of our jails, was in conference in County Jail with a prospective cli ent, charged with murder. The case, for and against, was briefly discussed. References to "The Chair" were con tinually creeping, menacingly, into the conversation. Eventually the lawyer brought the subject of the fee for the defense into sharp relief and invited the prospective client to give it his undivided atten tion. The figure of $7,500 was sub mitted by the attorney. The indicted man became voluble, protesting that he could not raise so much money. Eventually he offered to compromise on the sum of $5,000. "No," interjected the lawyer, "it's got to be $7,500 — I can't save you for \css —MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 8 THE CHICAGOAN IF I MAY Mr. Swift Hasn By GEN /AY SO t a Monopoly MARKEY GENTLE, if I may say so, reader — do not be misled by the above title. This department has not turned literary on you: it does not refer to the immortal and irascible Dean Swift, but to Mr. Swift, the Premium Ham magnate. Mr. Swift is unquestionably better-known than his renowned name sake, and his handiwork enjoys a wider circulation. Indeed, he has suc ceeded in establishing the fame of the nether portion of the pig in lands where Gulliver's Travels were never heard of. Some months ago I made a scientific research into the general subject of hams, the findings of which were dis closed in this page, and later reprinted in medical, sociological and osteo pathic journals throughout the world. The results of my investigation proved conclusively that application of the opprobrious term, "ham," is not limited to the theatrical profession, or trade. Subsequent events have gone even further. Only within the last week this vital topic bobbed up in New York, causing consternation in the press. Let us review the case ad nauseam, to use a legal phrase. It seems that Mr. Alexander Wooll- cott, dramatic critic of the World (forsooth, believed by many to be the World's greatest dramatic critic) in his column referred to Mr. Walter Hampden, Shakespearean actor, as a "ham." Heated reprisals followed: adjectives, adverbs and many a spare part of speech, including one or two very bitter split infinitives, were hurled back and forth. At length up spake a friend of the actor, rallying to his defense, one Mr. Weller (surely no descendant of the ungrammatical Sam) and let fly this rhetorical dig at Mr. Woollcott's amply upholstered ribs: "There are ham critics as well as ham actors!" ELL, here is a moot point. (I have, myself, never actually seen a moot point, but I am convinced that this must be one. As the old German lawyer said: "Look out you don't step in a moot puddle." And very sound advice, too. But to get on with this discussion.) Heretofore the epithet, "ham," has invariably emanated from the typewriters of critics. That critics themselves could, by any possible stretch of imagination, be considered hams, has never occurred to anyone before. Mr. Weller, it is to be feared, started something. Just what he started cannot, of course, be determined at this early date, but it is pretty safe to assume that he started something. The results may be far' reaching; may, indeed, strike a blow at the very heart of American criticism. It is related that, upon the day after Mr. Weller's dastardly attack, a com rade, accosting Mr. Woollcott, in quired solicitiously: "Are you feeling well?" To which the critic is alleged to have replied: "I never felt Weller." Of course, it may be that Mr. Wooll cott was merely trying to put up a bold front. The smile that masks the tear, as one of the great songwriters once said. Nevertheless, other critics and their friends (for even the lowliest of these creatures possesses one friend — or, at least a wife) have been more dis turbed by Mr. Weller's sly insinuation that "there are ham critics." The Chicagoan, with its characteristic pas sion for the truth — cost what it may — (though it really costs but fifteen cents a copy!) — commissioned me to inves tigate existing local conditions. My first act was to telephone Dr. Charles Collins, dramatic critic of Chicago's smartest fortnightly magazine. "Are you a ham?" I asked him. "I beg your pardon?" said Dr. Collins — somewhat coldly, I thought. This was getting nowhere. I there upon explained the situation, and asked him to give me, in words that would require no footnotes, a working defini tion of the term, "ham." 4 4 A HAM," said Dr. Collins, with- i\ out pausing to look it up, "is a man — or woman — in any artistic pursuit who has an exaggerated idea of his own value to the world." As I wrote this rapidly upon my quick- detachable cuff, I inquired, if in his opinion, there were ham critics. "All critics who write for news papers are hams," pronounced that austere fellow. "They are spoiled by the flattery, bootlicking and obsequious attentions paid them by the box-office end of the theatre, and get a distorted idea of their own importance in the social scale." I was about to ask another ques tion when Dr. Collins said — somewhat curtly, it seemed to me : "I cannot give you any more of my time. I must go back to the treatise I am writing upon the tridacna gigas — or some other learned subject — for the Young Fol\s' Scientific Wee\ly." So that, apparently, was that. TO be sure, my inquiring reporter assignment was not progressing rapidly. Unfortunately, I boasted no personal acquaintance among the local critics. It being the luncheon hour, I betook myself to the Congress hotel. There, ordering breakfast with a lavish gesture, sat a distinguished-looking, platinum-haired gentleman, arrayed in gallant attire that must have come out of London. Now, I mused, any fellow taking breakfast at this hour must be TI4E CHICAGOAN 9 either an actor or a dramatic critic. And, hearing two waiters whisper among themselves, the one to the other, that this jaunty gentleman was, in truth, the dramatic critic of the Herald-Examiner, I forthwith sidled up to him. "Mr. Stevenson?" I queried. "Stevens/" He fixed me with a dark and baleful eye. Blushingly, I corrected myself. "I always read your stuff," I made haste to add. "That was a fine piece you had in this morning's pa — " "It isn't enough to tell a critic he had a fine piece in this morning's paper," said Mr. Ashton Stevens. "You must always be able to quote at least eight lines of it." "But," I interposed. "I was brought up on your critical writings. In school we studied your Actorviews along with the works of Matthew Arnold and Walter Pater." "Well," admitted Mr. Stevens, "Walt and Matty were good, too." "As a child," said I, "at first nights in New York I used to watch for the venerable critic, William Winter, and say to myself: 'If Winter comes, can Stevens be far behind?" "Will you join me in a cup of coffee?" he asked, graciously. "Can we both get in it?" I retorted. He roared with laughter. No one Recovering Chicago Psyching the Original Chicagoan By HELEN H. TORRENCE ALL well-ordered descriptive articles k would, of course, call it discover ing Chicago, but that is impossible after you have let an Original Chi cagoan in on the job. If you are just coming to this city of the plains to live and want to be aware of its charms, never, never make connections with the ten year or since-the-cow-kicked-over' the-lantern families. To begin with they are full of civic consciousness — so full of it that they want you to know that nearly everything about Chi cago will stand a favorable comparison with New York, with maybe Paris and London thrown in occasionally. This is a peculiar inhibition, because Chicago has gotten to be a big girl now and wears her bob and skirts as short as any of the grown-up flappers. Under the layer of imitative City Beau tiful plans, hotel luncheons, and French models, there is a curious pulsating phenomenon, something quite stagger ing when you catch the rythmn and significance of it. Chicago hasn't its head in the clouds, it isn't super- anything when it comes to civilization, it isn't even worried PIANISSIMO H-X-ZlCATO CRESCENDO about its r's; it is just a big picture of progress with both eyes on the bank notes, and a thought for mother at home. There's a big kick for a new comer, in the truth and lack of pose about it all . . . if the first families will only lay off. I will set forth with a few side antitheses what happens when the Original Chicagoan gets guide-itis, and I will offer to pay up not with a mere custard pie but with a stein of Chicago's native beverage, non-alcoholic, of course, but politically improved, if I am wrong. . . . He will get you through the loop pretty fast, especially the smokey part around LaSalle and Clark Streets. This is usually the place to tell about the fire and how fast the town has been rebuilt. Then will come Michigan Avenue. "Boul' Mich," he says jocosely. Actually it is one of the pret tiest wide streets in the world; there's the color of shop windows, the flash of blue lake, and the drive straight into a canyon of tall towers. The white one at the bend, with the sun shining on it, is impressive. But this, in par ticular, has a bad effect on the old timer. "Built on the jaw of a nation," he will say with a hollow laugh. There must be something civically wrong about chewing gum. "The Link Bridge," he'll say next, and go into statistics about how there isn't another one like it in the world. But he won't tell you to stand at the South end of it when it is opening to let a freight-car barge through, and watch it gradually crawl up and up until it entirely shuts the Wrigley Building from view and you begin to understand what an ant feels like when appreciates wit more keenly than Ash ton Stevens. Seated at his table I made bold to pop my questionnaire. He replied, without hesitation: "There are ham critics — and I'm not comfortably sure that I'm not one of them. You remember the legend of the ham critic who approached Maurice Barrymore, and said, with a smirk: 'Did you see the nasty notice I gave you in last week's paper?' 'What paper?' asked Barrymore. 'Why,' said the critic, 'The Police Gazette.' 'No,' said Barymore, 'I always shave myself. BRAVURA FURIOSO VINAL.B 10 TUECI4ICAGOAN "After all, Beethoven is Beethoven" the top of the picnic basket comes down on it. The Gold Coast comes next — "Be ginning to look like Riverside Drive," he'll tell you, as you mentally com ment on the honeycombed horrors that cluster around the curve of the lake. But a little further to the north and west there is a district that he forgets you might be interested in. There are quiet criss-crossing streets, really excel lent trees, and charming small houses with window-boxes and all the touches that make you want to walk up the front doorsteps, stick a revolver in the butler's face and say "I'm going to live here." It is about the only way any one can get a house in that part of Chi cago these days, unless he pumps up some more lake bottom and builds. You'll next be conducted through Lincoln Park. But will you be told that on Sundays the people come out and use the parks for sports and picnics and necking, as parks in America are seldom used? What you'll hear about it as you take the outer drive is that, there is Somebody-Or-Other's yacht out on the lake, and he did something-or- other for the benefit of Chicago like making a new kind of soup and copy ing one of the Vanderbilt boats. On this trip you probably will not be taken further North, and you will be left in ignorance of something called The Edgewater Beach Hotel that is on the edge of the lake just off that part of town where the gold-diggers (no, not coasters) live. I consider that this is one of the most glaring omissions that the Original Guide makes. Because it is here that you find the hotel of the real Chicagoan. Not in the hostelries of the loop, not in the continental at mosphere of the Blackstone, nor in the business air of the LaSalle do you find the complete American in his element. But here, in a high dining-room that makes him feel as if he owns the lake and sky, he has his large cups of cof fee, and watches the Chicago-gowned women of the middle-west dance with the successful business-men who don't give a damn for all the ritziness of Lake Forest, and who do know that the Saturday night poker games of their own crowd are better than any banquet the city ever gave to the Prince of Wales. On the way down town again you will see the Drake Hotel. Your guide will tell you how short a time ago it was the only big building on the lake- line; now it is so surrounded that there's no surprise in your not having seen it on the way north. You'll probably no tice, if he doesn't ask you to look at the details of the house on the opposite corner, that the Drake has a marvel lously long dining-room with great win dows facing the beach and Boulevard. I hope you will ask if it isn't a delight' ful place to dine, because he will tell you that nobody does it there, that they all go to the Blackstone and look at the Illinois Central. And yet I believe that nowhere else does Chicago con tain a place with more potentialities for a cosmopolitan tea hour. Sit here on some spring or autumn afternoon when the twilight comes slowly, and watch the long vista of the walk be side yellow sand, fade into rose and purple shadows — and the busses, top decks splashed with spots of color from hats and dresses, coming along the boulevard under green branches. And then please ask the Original Chicagoan what he means by talking about Fifth Avenue or the Champs Elysees. Downtown again, and nearing the end of your drive. Quickly he'll tell you about what an art centre the Art Institute is, and forget to mention that the Goodman Memorial Theatre is one of the best equipped experimental play houses in America. . . . Exactly how many people pass the corner of State and Madison Street in an hour, and that the Chicago theatres are just like Broadway (If you see a sign that says "Original New York Co.," don't mention it.) About this time you might ask him concerning the Field Museum. Ask if he goes there often, and if it doesn't contain one of the finest Indian collections in the world. If you persist on this subject long enough he will have to admit that it's sort of hard to get to and he's never been to it. But he will get even. If he knows you like good music he will probably pull one of Chicago's oldest and best civic-consciousness. In a lyric climax that shuts you out as completely as if you had never gotten off the train, he will give you the Ingrown Line About the Symphony Concerts. It goes like this: "You can't ever get in on Fri day afternoons. People inherit those subscription seats. It takes years to get hold of any." However, there is a postscript — There are other concerts, and the same program is repeated on Saturday night, which he forgets to tell you. But if you really do want to go and watch Mr. Stock's manful struggle with the program note read ers on a Friday, send your chauffeur to the box office just before the magic TUECI4ICAG0AN n hour with money for a ticket. And don't be so stunned when the usher leads you to a centre seat that you tell him there must be some mistake about it. It is well to end the challenge on this reassuring note. Of course, if you get driven South or West I will have to put some other names in place of the ones I've used, such as Jackson for Lincoln Park. But ten to one you'll go north first, because I give you credit for having put your foot down firmly and conclusively on the stockyards — and anyway, there are no skyscrapers down there. Poetic Acceptances Alfred Kreymhorg Accents the Best He Can Get on a Trade-in for a New Car We have a one-wheel brake on our car. You have a two-wheel, three-wheel, four-wheel brake on your cars. We want your four-wheel-brakes car, the one that is a lemon-colored sedan, for our family of six-seven-eight- nine-ten. We'll accept any any offer -do-re-mi-fa. We'll sell the south forty-fifty-sixty- seventy to make the initial (A,B,C, D,E,F,G) payment-sol-la. We-mi-do-re-must be-fa-sol-la-be a bee tle-wit to accept your terms this way. We must be a beetle-wit to write this way, but let it go. No matter. — DONALD PLANT. A Chicagoan in Madrid Quien Mucho Duerme, Poco Ajtrende" By SAMUEL PUTNAM SEATED, times past, before a 75- cent ginger-ale (sic) in one or another of the Old Home Town's esoteric little rendezvous (we shall not mention any names), watching the antics of an undress chorus and listen ing to the dinner-shirt applause thereof, the present correspondent has had occa' sion to marvel, more than once, at that jolly institution commonly known as "night life," and he has even taken time out to speculate as to its possible genesis. Now, however, — now that he has seen Madrid — he speculates no further on the latter score Two venerable illusions lie shattered, never to be revived. These may be roughly epitaphed as: (1) That "night life" came from Paris; (2) That "night life" comes from New York. It didn't, it doesn't; it was invented in the Spanish capital, and all others are but feeble imitations. Compared with the Puerta del Sol at the hour of 3:00 A. M., Wilson Avenue is a graveyard! IN the first place, your Spaniard does not begin his day till 6:00 P. M. True, before that hour, a few spectral figures may be seen stirring about the streets, but no one takes them seriously. A few shops keep open as a matter of] yawning habit — for the benefit, one fancies, of the American tourist who may wish to purchase an antique manufactured in Cleveland, O. But at six o'clock — Ah! then one begins to live. One awakes from one's after' luncheon siesta, — luncheon being at the reasonable hour of 3 :00 — and one goes out into the street — it does not matter what street, any street will do, though one always ends up — that is to say, the whole town ends up — at the Plaza. There, one walks — and walks — and walks — and then, one walks some more. One smiles at the senoritas, and the senoritas smile back — at one's funny American clothes. Sometimes, a senorita, quite by chance — Oh, quite! — drops a handkerchief. It is useless to make a dive to pick it up for her, for three caballeros are there before you. One may look in on a matinee — the matinee performance starts at 6:30 — but more likely, one keeps on walking. As has been remarked before, one walks — till the dinner hour of 9:00. At 9:00, one has one's tortilla, one's fish, one's vino Unto and one's cafe r li ij U'Uki 'Ah — my faithful public" me 12 THE CHICAGOAN' \ $$010^ The Chicagoan s Own Travelogue — No. II TA^ Savoy Hotel, London P&T*^ *OCH TI4E CHICAGOAN 13 negro. That leaves one a leisurely quarter of an hour in which to stroll to the theatre — curtain at 10:30. After the theatre, between 12:30 and 1 :00, one drops into a cafe, or, by way of variety, one strolls some more. Once more the senoritas smile, and once more — Repeat the dose till at least 3 :00; protract till 5 :00, if the weather smiles. Then, and only then, when one is abso lutely sure that there is absolutely noth ing else (that is, no more strolling) to be done, one goes boredly to bed. BUT when, it may naively be in quired, do the natives sleep? That's easy. Don't they have all day? Not to mention the postprandial siesta, which ranks with the toreador in point of national sanctity. And how do they live? Oh, please! Let's have a hard one. Isn't there always the national lottery? And anyway, your Spaniard is rather opposed to sleeping, on prin ciple. His sententious language is re plete with proverbs such as Quien mucho duerme, poco aprende (He who sleeps much learns little), etc. If this is the case, if night life makes one wise, the Madridian should be the dean of sages. Seriously, — for one dislikes to dam age the pleasantest people in Europe with a jest — life at Madrid, and in Spain generally, has a certain leisurely grace that is not to be encountered elsewhere on the continent. And the nation appears to worry along in a good deal of comfort, despite the fact that, at an hour when our working throngs are clutching for a homeward- bound strap, the crowd here is just going out to its real job: strolling, con versation and amusement. The strange fact is, Spain is prosperous and beggary practically non-existent, at least to the casual eye. The Spanish are a self- sufficient, self-assured people, so self- sufficient and self-assured that they can afford a courtesy to the stranger that is becoming more and more rare in other European capitals. If they have done nothing else, they have rendered the world one unforgettable service. They have proved, once and for all, the early-to-bed-etc. fallacy of Ben Frank lin and the copy-book. In fact, they may be said to have solved the problem by giving up going to bed — except in the late afternoon. In this respect the Moor (who has left more than the Alhambra behind him) may be said to have put one over on — Never mind: Quien mucho duerme, poco aprende! The Stolen Gainsborough An Efiic Chapter m Chicago Justice By W. H. WILLIAMSON ON the night of May 6, 1876, Gainsborough's portrait of the Duchess of Devonshire disappeared from the galleries of Agnew &? Co., London. On the morning of March 28, 1901, the painting was restored to C. Moreland Agnew in Chicago. Val ued at 10,500 pounds sterling — a sub stantial figure fifty-two years before Sir Joseph Duven was to pay seven times as much for the same painter's "The Farm Wagon" from the Elbert H. Gary collection — the canvas had re posed for months beneath the floor of a plumbing shop on the West Side. Loyalty to a confederate prompted the theft — a burglary so competently <-&Vr conducted that police were unable to determine the thief's mode of entry into and departure from the closely guarded gallery — and loyalty to a pledge re sulted in restoration of the portrait. A curious poesy threads the quarter- century between the night when Adam Worth — alias Harry Raymond, alias Little Adam — stole the Gainsborough and the morning when William A. (Billy) Pinkerton, most feared and best loved detective in all history, returned it to its owners. The cold, technical judgment passed upon Adam Worth by the greatest thief catchers of America and Europe ac counted him the most intelligent, suc- 'A perfect fit — er, for a less stalwart build, Sir" 14 THE CHICAGOAN 'Y-e-s, do tell me about it — sometime' cessful and dangerous professional criminal in the world. Many of his crimes must be discussed in brief de' tail because of their relationship to the theft of the Gainsborough. Adam Worth stole the painting for the sole purpose of getting one of his gang out of a British prison, where he was held on the charge of forgery and seemed almost certain of conviction. DURING Adam Worth's life of crime he personally stole more than $3,- 000,000 in money and jewels; obtained hundreds of thousands by forgeries; never carried, never used a gun; never tolerated violence in any of his crimes. In nearly fifty years of crime he looted the United States, England, France, Belgium, Turkey, Jamaica, South Af rica, and only once was he caught and imprisoned — in Belgium, due to the carelessness of one of his gang. He ruled the shrewdest criminals; planned deeds for them with craft and subtlety that defied the best detective talent in the world, and usually played the ac tive, leading part in the commission of the crimes. For nearly fifty years he perpetrated every form of big theft — grand larceny, burglar, check forging, swindling, safe cracking, diamond robbery, banditry, mail robbery, bank robbery, with com plete immunity except for the slip in Belgium. For years a millionaire, own ing a steam yacht in which he cruised the seven seas; owning an interest in a racing stable; living in luxury, this man who defied the police for a half a century died poor. Adam Worth was born in 1844 in Cambridge, near Boston, the son of Jewish parents who had emigrated from Germany. Soon after entering public school at six years of age, he learned a vivid lesson which he never forgot. Another school boy had a bright new penny. It looked like gold. He offered to trade it to Worth for two old, dis' colored pennies which Worth had. The trade was made, and the young Adam hurried home and boasted to his father that he had got the better of the other boy by obtaining a bright, new penny for two old ones, nearly "worn out." His father whipped him, explained tensely the terrible mistake the lad had made, and it seems a fact that never again in his spectacular life did any one get the better of him in any trans' action, honest or dishonest. WORTH'S active criminal career began when he was seventeen years old, soon after the outbreak of the Civil War. He had been working as a clerk in a New York store, and enlisted in one of the New York regi' ments for a bounty of $1,000. Promptly he deserted, and under an assumed name enlisted again for another bounty. This time his regiment was stationed at Riker's Island, where desertion was almost impossible. Thence the troops were conveyed by steamer to the James river in Virginia, where his regiment joined the Army of the Potomac. He participated in the Battle of the Wild' erness and some minor engagements, but was kept so deep within the war zone that he had no chance to get away until 1864, when he again deserted and returned to New York. His first big job in 1866 was a fail' ure. Worth burgled the office of the Atlantic Transportation Company in New York, opened the safe, but day light saved the $30,000 in the interior strong box. That was another lesson. AFTER committing "lone hand" i burglaries all over the United States in the years between the close [CONTINUED ON PAGE 30] THE CHICAGOAN 15 cm IN the relatively young life of Edwin Balmer, the average commuter's trips from home to business are as mere mail flights to a Lindbergh. When Edwin Balmer commutes, he commutes. He journeys by the time- honored steel trails; however the trains take him from his red brick house in Evanston not to a desk in Chicago, but in New York — every other week or so. Since he forsook the business of writing novels to become editor of two magazines— The Red Boo\ and The Blue Bo<o\ — running in to business, just a thousand miles or so from home, has become a mere part of the day's routine. And his trips in to his Chi cago office, now and anon, are as mere steps across a threshold. But when he has done with the Man hattan literati, to parley with whom he must make these New York flights, he bustles back to Evanston, takes a long breath of fresh air in his Asbury avenue back yard, and dismisses with a grimace of relief the necessity of hobnobbing with authors. IT'S a rather insurmountable span that bridges such contacts — the fastidiousness of the true Evanstonian, nourished in the North Shore's rarefied airs, clinging to the Willardian tradi' tions of a Classic Town, and the more or less frenzied, clattering and chat tering pen-pushers of New York. And Edwin Balmer has lived long enough in Evanston to top off his Chicago rearing with that placid assurance of mind and manner by which one may pick out the Evanstonian anywhere. New York ers, in the Balmer opinion, can write the sort of stories he needs in his magazines, but association with them in pseudo-Bohemia is just a trifle too much for a practical-minded mid-west ern writing man. Edwin Balmer claims to be just that. He aspires to further expansion along literary lines lavishly tinctured with business. It is chiefly for that oppor tunity he has turned from the business of being an author to the business of being an editor; maximizing the latter, new to him with the last several months, minimizing the former on which he has concentrated since he was at Harvard. Collier's, buying and printing his first story during those college days, CAGOA A Literary Go-Getter By IRMA FRANCES DUPRE set his feet on the road to writing. He started writing about business and science, business and mystery — and just business. "PEOPLE want three things in I stories," he attests. "They want a good representation of the life they lead — stories that will make their round of business plainer to themselves. Then they want escape at times from this or dinary life — so they like mystery yarns. And they want humor to temper this fictional representation of daily life and leaven its humdrum." He has written fifteen novels beside innumerable serials and short stories, and has a sixteenth book in preparation. These books, in the majority, have to do with business. Some of them are mystery tales, a few of them more serious stories; but it is business, he admits, that has held his chief interests through all his writing days. And now that he has himself defi nitely entered into the world of time- clocks and buzzers, files and 'phones, bartering, conferring, conniving, is he finding that the actual fascination of business fulfills his fictional thrills? We N/ asked him that: "Are you finding it much the same?" "Somewhat different," he conceded. "Is it knocking the poetry out of it?" "It's knocking the poetry into it! Whether I keep on with editing or go back to writing altogether, it will al ways be a remarkably valuable and in- teresting experience." And thus he ruminated : 4 4 A LL creative work is actionary /V or reactionary. Under the old conditions, when a writer could scarcely become self-supporting by means of his writing alone, it was necessary for him to have direct contacts with people and practical affairs. One of the great dis advantages to good fiction writing came when it became possible for writers to support themselves by means of their profession. They have been enabled to withdraw from the world's activities and sit easily on the side lines, report ing life and speculating upon it. There is need for re-freshened literature that comes out of contacts with people. The important people are largely people in affairs, and an editor has important dealing with them. As an editor I have contact with more people in a week than I had in a year, as a writer." His books have all been successful. He has never had a failure. His last novel, "Dangerous Business" was a best seller; as well as the ones before that, in reverse order, "That Royle Girl" and "Fidelia." His is the quick mental agility, the keen perspicuity and the rapid-fire speech of the go-getter. Tennis and chess are his favored pastimes. He neither drinks nor smokes. Tolstoi he holds the best of the novelists. He prefers the poetry of Alfred Noyes, Kipling and Masefield, with a par ticular fancy for Housman's Shropshire Lad. He has a charming wife, three children and a Chow, black of coat and gentle of spirit. A cozy domestic picture: The author-editor drops in from his office, a thousand miles away, for tea in his pleasant Evanston sun-parlor. With the "O Katerina" roll playing on his mechanical concertina, he sits in quiet contentment, surrounded by his family, the adoring black Chow at his feet. Edwin Balmer is, earnestly and sin cerely, a business man of letters. 16 THE CHICAGOAN 44 T: 'HE name (Hinsdale) sounds sensible, euphonious and dig nified." Thus William Rob' bins, father of the village. Quite so. We might add conserva' tive, proper and aristocratic. For Hinsdale, which denies emphatically that it has any aristocracy, is known as the aristocrat of the west suburban villages which trail out along the C. B. ^ Q. It is almost like the North Shore towns, except that it doesn't try to be "smart." It is sen' sible, civic and complacent. Hinsdale (center) is old, born during the war of the states, but Fullersburg, now part of the municipality, is really ancient as events go in Northern Illi nois. Two years after Chicago cele- brates its centennial Fullersburg can have a similar affair and it is to be re gretted that lithesome Loie, intimate of Queens, will not be here to attend it. Fullersburg is not to be distinguished now except by old timers, but it still has its tavern where Lincoln often stopped. The place will in time become a shrine if suburban enterprise doesn't demolish it. WHEN the C. B. & Q. suburban train has carried you out 17 miles from the Union station, through sidetracked Cicero, peaceful Riverside and bustling La Grange, you come upon country, rolling and wooded. And this is Highlands, the easterly stop of Hinsdale. Here is the Hinsdale Sanitarium where suburban babies come chirping into the world in great num bers to increase the population for the whole section. Here is Wooded Acres and a beautiful road running south past lordly estates, including the baronial Peabody place, where young Jack, son of the late Francis Peabody, the coal magnate, exercises his blooded horses. Central Hinsdale gives you store buildings of divers ages to the south and a park to the north. In this park, on a high crest, rises the new Com' munity building, soon to be finished as the first part of Hinsdale's village plan. For Hinsdale is zoned and planned, and dvici This community building — a memo rial dedicated to the American Legion and all service men from the village — has a financing history which will interest all promoters of campaigns. The local citizenry set out to raise the funds for it one Monday morning, without fuss or professional aid. The quota was set at $150,000, no small sum for a community of 7,000 or so. By Saturday night of the week $170/ 000 had been collected. Spin the wheel! THE town, I was told, has a human element its solid citizens are proud of. Follows not the usual state ment, about the most paved alleys. It is rather the fact that Hinsdale, which has naxy_an apartment house and a law against 'em, has a great abundance of young married people — "just right" people, one matron told me, "fine girls who attended Wellesley, Smith and Vassar and married the right sort of men and are rearing lovely children here." Of course, she admitted, it was a bit expensive getting started in Hinsdale. "But," she added, "they can buy small homes and bring up their families away from Chicago's undesirable in fluences." Hinsdale distrusts this town. Its residents seem wealthy enough to own their own homes at that, whether young or older. Even the artists. Hinsdale is proud of its artistic and literary colony, who reside, many of them, in Radcliffe Park, an attractive subdivision. Of course most of the artists have wisely chosen the com mercial field. But Walter Taylor Field, the author, lives there, and a Mr. Heatherington who paints other things than posters. And William G. Chapman is another literary resident of the suburb. HINSDALE, except for a small new strip of it, is in Du Page county. Du Page has had a history all its own. Settlers came there in 1830 to avoid the "nine mile swamp" just west of Chicago and started farms on the ridges. Hinsdale is 125 feet above lake level, quite a grade for the prairies! The group that settled along the old Indian Trail, which now roars with the gasoline chariot under the name of Ogden avenue, called their cluster of cabins Brush Hill. By 1844 Fullers burg had a blacksmith shop. The anvil is still there, in the garage. Then "came a gristmill — not a gin mill, boys and girls. And finally, oh romantic enterprise, Mr. Alfred Walker estab lished the first cheese factory in Illinois. Since then Hinsdale has not had a manufacturing plant. The Wolf and Bohlander families settled just south of Hinsdale in the The Village Where the Right People D By DICK •>:..}.. THE OLD MILL AT FULLERSBURG AS IT LOOKED WHEN INDUSTRIAL AND SOCIAL CENTER IN THE 1 ,£& THE OLD INN ON THE NORTH SIDE OF THE PLANK ROAI ON HIS JOURNEYS UPSTATE AND THE Cf- 40's. Mr. Wolf operated a general store for many years. And John Hem- shell, moving into his fine house on the plank road, brought young pine trees by wagon from distant Indiana! North of the famous plank road (Ogden avenue) where you paid your toll and they let you drive on if your horse didn't catch his hoof in a knot' hole, much unwritten history was made. All along Salt creek, in the wooded fastness which is now Forest Preserve with Anton Cermak's name all over it, common outlaws and horse thieves cooked their bacon. Hinsdale, 1928, still suspects that district. But perhaps some of its residents may have discov' ered 22nd street, only a mile or so THE CHICAGOAN 17 of Hinsdale >o the Right Sort of Thing SMITH <&t$j§.>* OPERATED BY WATER POWER FROM SALT CREEK— AN EARNEST YOUTH OF HUSTLING HINSDALE >- ALWAYS THE STOPPING PLACE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN HLDHOOD RESIDENCE OF LOIE FULLER north, and he who discovers 22nd street need no longer sigh for Havana or Paris! THE original C. B. 6? Q. missed the town at first, using the Galena and Union tracks to Aurora, but in 1862 the road came through. But beyond Fullersburg rose a considerable hill. So the engineers went through the bottoms a mile south. The bottoms were really an extension of Lake Michigan and large "conch" shells used to be picked up and used for garden flower bed borders in Hinsdale. The railroad people regretted their choice. For they had built over the famous "bottomless pit" and grade put in one day sank away during the night. It took forty years to conquer this oozy earth intent on swallowing trust ing commuters. For commuting came, in 1872, when two suburban trains a day puffed in from Hinsdale to Lake street at the river. That railroad right of way brought Hinsdale into being with Messrs. Wil liam Robbins and O. J. Stough as the prime progenitors of the village. They called in H. W. S. Cleveland, a spe cialist in landscaping, who gave Hins-" dale a good start. Like the builders of Riverside, the early Hinsdale sub- dividers were progressive and clever. Mr. Robbins gave a building lot to the first boy born in the town and built a stone schoolhouse. Mr. Stough laid out 1,200 acres north of the railroad. Mr. George Williams, spry and cheery at 81, is village clerk. He has lived in the town since 1880. So I asked Mr. Williams this question: "I seem to find plenty of early his tory about Hinsdale, and there isn't much trouble in getting the facts about modern Hinsdale. But tell me, Mr. Williams, what happened here from 1880 until 1918?" The village clerk pondered a minute. "Well, you know, I guess people just lived here during that forty years. Nothing much happened." THINGS did happen in Hinsdale, of course, as elsewhere during that less strenuous era. But they arrived gradually. In 1880 the village had 200 residents, a gain of 75 in seven years; and then a gain of several hundred each decade. But those that came stayed. And they built great rambling houses of ten to twenty rooms with statuary on the lawns. Good schools were established; Hinsdale today is very proud of its township high school and of the churchgoing interests of its pupils. It is proud, too, of its churches and has a Union church, a consolidation of the Presbyterians and Congregational- ists — the Anglicans continue to walk by themselves. This Union church is a handsome structure and a modern and energetic pastor conducts it through a long procession of community events weekdays and Sundays. He is Dr. Wilfrid A. Rowell. Three Lutheran, two Swedish and a Unity church com plete the theological meeting-houses. The police department was "modern ized" a few years ago, not without the usual pains that accompany such phenomena in a suburb. There are always some stubborn souls who like to let well enough alone. But now Major Harry B. Stafford heads a group of eight officers and their announced policy is "preventive policing." For instance, a first time violater of traffic rules gets a warning ticket, with the various infractions that he might com' mit printed on it and those he did violate checked off. The police say that this plan pays and there have been only 367 arrests, "all told," in two • years. BESIDES its fine public schools and the famous Hinsdale Sanitarium, the village has a number of other ad' juncts of which residents will tell you promptly. Hinsdale Golf Club is old, and a good course, and Ruth Lake C. C. has become very popular with the younger set. At Mayslake, Na' toma Farm, just north of the town, stands the Franciscan Fathers' mon astery, newly built but already* with a touch of the Old World. And Mr. Alexander Legge, of the International Harvester company, has built a beau- tiful home on his estate near the village for the girl employees of the big plant. Hinsdale, too, at least its official family, is proud of the new municipal light'producing, water-softening and ice-manufacturing plants. It is one town that pays little tribute to Insull, and they tell me that the revenue de rived from the plants goes a long way toward paying other village expenses. This brings us to the Hinsdale plan. Some years ago the village fathers — the town is governed by a president and six trustees — laid out a comprehensive scheme and appointed a planning com' mission to work in accordance with the new zoning law for the village's future. Three years ago this village plan, which cost $3,000 to prepare, was brought out. Alas, things happened, and today the plan isn't exactly carried out, but the idea is there. And the community building is a tangible evidence of what can be accomplished. The plan calls for the depression (and electrification?) of the C. B. fi? Q. through the village; for fountains and gardens and civic buildings. The athletic field, equipped for all sports from football to skating, is now in use, and open to all teams and individuals. It is municipally owned and covers two city blocks. The plan too calls for new store buildings erected to conform to the prevailing style (which is Georgian) . 18 THE CHICAGOAN JOURNALI/TIC JOURNEY/ Gambling Made Safe — // By FRANCIS THERE is this difference between commercial card play and com mercial dice play: Generally speaking the card professor is possessed of in formation which will blast his oppo nent instant as a pineapple whenever used; his bets are a sure thing. The scientific dicer, however, works on a favorable percentage; chance is for him, but not altogether for him; in the long run he wins. Any one bet is only a fairly sure thing. This is not to say that card gamblers do not sweat the game, taking in a little now and then — wise ones do exactly that. Only knowing precisely what cards they hold and what their opponents hold, card men win at pleasure. In a sense, the dice gambler hazards his money. He may lost tem porarily. But seldom, alas, perma nently. True, some loaded cubes will drop dead on seven each time they frolic across the green cloth. Yet perform ing ivories of this calibre are patently Herman — don't let Mr. Williams in un- he's remembered to bring the ice in." c. COUGHLIN fraudulent to the simplest tyro, and the Dice, Card and Novelty catalogue given out by a Chicago firm of special' ists in crooked gaming devices warns explicitly against too agile dice. In the end the dice man stands or falls by his percentage. A LOADED die is simply a cube made gravity conscious. The load itself may be of lead, mercury, gold or platinum — such a cube leaded is mildly aware of gravity, treated with platinum it is acutely sensitive. Other materials range between. According to the printed table, a single cube may be prepared in the following ways: 1 2-3-6 1-2 2-4-6 1-3 3 1-4 3-5 1-5 3-6 1-2-3 3-5-6 1-2-4 4 1-3-5 4-5 1-4-5 4-6 2 4-5-6 2-3 5 2-4 5-6 2-6 6 A golden-tainted pair of dice, miss- outs or passers, in red, green or other transparent material comes at $10. "For use where a slow, steady 'grind' is required," observes the catalogue. A platinum-kissed set of transparent cubes for use "in a part of the country where people are not very familiar with dice .... we will guarantee the work will stand any inspection by your audi ence." Twenty dollars, please. It should be cheap. An inferior brand of amalgam-filled dominoes comes at $7.50. But they are used at the con jurer's risk. Dice delicately treated on the edges so that a mild percentage is always in the palm of the operator come at $10. They, too, will stand inspection. MORE robust, but far less safe, is the family of tops and bottoms: i. e., dice having double sets of num bers and hence prejudiced against dis closing the fatal crap points. Such a die must be cautiously introduced into the game, used for a few throws and as cautiously removed. The top and bottom stunt is one of the oldest forms of dice trickery and alert dicers are apt to be knowing. Nevertheless, the cata logue points out that such double number dice are "very useful." They are moderately priced: $2.50. But they are crude materials. Consider a jewel, the set numbered 126 in the catalogue. "In placing this set of dice before you we can safely state that it is the most perfect banking or fading set ever conceived .... an enormous percentage in favor of fading .... spotted the same as other dice, they seven all around. If you wish to use these steadily in the same place all the time, tell us so when ordering. If you wish to use them for ordinary work wherever you happen to be, please say so, and we will guar antee to make them stronger than any thing you have ever seen in this line .... you cannot get your dice too strong for short or quick work." Any white dice with mercury, $5. A splen did platinum job, $20. The well known pastime of "first flops" in which five cubes are shaken in turn from a cup and high man wins is neatly foreseen in a set which guar antees high man to be the operator privy to the cup's manipulation. A blow, surely, to reckless gambling. And $25 to $50. FOR five dollars one can even learn how to control fair dice. The cata logue wholesomely points out that "It is a well known fact that many of the best dice men throughout the country never use special dice when working, but rely solely on their ability to get results and deceive their audience by manipulation. We will teach any of our customers all the wonderful secrets about controlling fair dice on a hard or soft surface or from a dice box. We teach you to make any number of the dice come up. Everything is thoroughly explained by a system of photographs so that every little point of value is thoroughly un derstood." Here is practical educa tion! But if the intellect flags or the fingers lose their cunning "Sure Point" cubes will buy baby shoes. These dice are so devised that they will throw their point every time. Naturally (no pun) they are likely to be disesteemed in scrupulous company. They are $20. Perfectly squared-up dice, absolutely honorable, retail at one dollar a pair. Cash values are illuminating. Yet the gambling business, scientific THE CHICAGOAN VJ as it is, is forever beset by public super stition and distrust. Big city clubs suffer, as do lonely operators at forlorn county fairs. To allay suspicion the philanthropic cataloger offers a set of ten dice to be ostentatiously drawn from a basket by the outside player. "Step up, gentlemen; select your own marbles!" All ten are loaded. This bugle call for science is $15. AND deceit creeps in. Even in well k kept gambling houses, sharp rogues have been known to slip over dice tinged with their own bad habits. Against this knavery special mono- gramed playthings are sold at $5 in sets of less than 20 cubes. The best caliper to measure suspected ivories comes at $12.50. "Scientific shapes" built to defy exactly such measurements are $4.50 the pair. So it goes in a sad and devious world. Yet when everything else fails, elec tricity, marvel of the age, is hot to the rescue of science. A chuck-luck cage, or bird cage — absolutely fair — is $10. With electric control the price zooms to $55. A dandy lightweight birdcage for road use is $45. With modern wiring and all the latest improvements it is only $100. A substantial cage for regular use and impossible to beat, no matter how much the house opponent doubles, is cheap and satisfactory at $120. A magnet is placed in a money drawer that in turn is carelessly shoved under the outfit. A magnet for the dice table, operating through wood, cloth, glass or metal so that "it is im possible for anyone in the audience to throw a larger hand than you throw" and "so simple a child, etc." is $40 to $50 — depending on whether used with direct or alternating current. The dice go along with the magnet set. The firm, too, makes special magnets for large tables. Quotations cheerfully given on request. Yet somehow the claim of the Chinese dice box rings most gaily. "The greatest pocket novelty of the age. Throw seven or eleven as you choose. No possible chance of detec tion." And $5. Simple, sure, safe and efficient. That last line holds a strange appeal : "No possible chance of detection." It chimes sweetly to the over wise ear. Only a few centuries ago and martyrs died for science. Let us cherish our hard progress from those far, dark times. Let us not have detection. The ST A G E Often Season for Gilbert and Sullivan Experts By CHARLES COLLINS THESE are the days when the Gilbert and Sullivan expert is abroad in the town. Whenever the works of the great "Savoyards" are revived, he escapes from his mummy case and seeks a house-top upon which to perform his weird incantations. He unwinds his cere ments of polysyl' labic humor and begins to gibber in triple rhymes. He has seen two hun dred and fifty per formances of "The Mikado," one hun dred and eighty- five of "The Pirates of Penzance," and ninety-seven of "Iolanthe." He tells you about it with pride and unction. He fixes you with his glit tering eye and announces that unless you hasten to the revival, your soul will be rejected by Allah. He preaches Gilbert and Sullivan as a cult of the knowledgeous, the sophisticated, the More-Humorous-Than-Thou. If you fail to join, you are lost to civilization. The Lord High Executioner should have had this fellow on his list. He never would be missed. The cause for the current epidemic of "Savoyard" experting is to be found at the Studebaker, where a repertory of the Winthrop Ames revivals, which have flourished in New York for the past two years, is on exhibition. The engagement, which began with a week of "The Mikado," and will proceed through "The Pirates of Penzance" and "Iolanthe," is a refreshing aspect of the vernal season on the Chicago stage. Mr. Ames always does things in high style, and his productions of these classic operettas are in harmony with his graceful tradition. IF one should indulge in the ungrate ful act of looking a gift-horse in the. pay-roll, it could be said off-hand that the Ames company cannot be compared to the one which frolicked at the Audi torium in an almost complete repertory of Gilbert and Sullivan during the halcyon days of De Wolf Hopper, ten or twelve years ago. But why make the comparison? An easel painting is not to be judged in the terms of a fresco. The Hopper shows were in the grandiose manner, while those of Mr. Ames were designed according to the more intimate specifications of light opera. Here we have Gilbert and Sullivan in the terms of their orig inal stage direction, when the English- speaking world went mad over them as new gen iuses of entertain ment. "The Mikado" was' lovely in its Japanesque quality — so lovely that at times it seemed to be emphasizing poetic atmosphere to the neglect of British drollery. It had a tendency to be ceramic rather than comic. The Ko-Ko, for example, was merely a pale shadow of the many mellow wags who have dithered on so divertingly, in by-gone days, about snickersnees and tom-tits. But the Pooh-Bah was a magnificent spokes man for titled snobbery; the Mikado was a gorgeous grotesque; the Katisha a horrendous picture of amorous old age; and the Three Little Girls From School as captivating and mischievous as juvenile geishas. If their slogan seemed to be, "Let's be picturesque" instead of "Let's have fun," that was because the patrician taste of Mr. Ames favors decoration instead of low- jinks. THE Nanki-Poo of the opening night was a dual personality, and thereby hangs a tale of one of the most curious things that ever happened at a premiere. William Williams, ere- dentialed tenor of the company, made his entrance blithely, and then swung into "A Wandering Minstrel, I" like a raven with a sore throat. The audience shuddered with pain and sympathy. It seemed like a case of ringing down the curtain. Then Mr. Williams dis appeared behind a row of samurai. When his next cue came, a chorus man 20 THE CHICAGOAN The playgoer taken behind night-club scenes by "Broadway" and to vaude ville backstage by "Excess Baggage" now finds himself made intimate with the black-top technique of the "Tom show" by "Fly-by-Night." Gladys Hurlbut as Little Eva, the mother, Lois Shore as Little Eva II, the daughter, and Thomas Mitchell an unjustly booed Simon Legree. (Mr. Collins' find ings alongside.) was in possession of his guitar and his role and Nanki-Poo was himself again. The new boy went through the per formance with assurance and skill. Make a note of this in your diaries, all you who saw it happen. For never again will you see such a contretemps so skillfully covered and retrieved, in a natural life-time of play-going. That was the blue bird of stage accidents. Make a note, too, of the name of Benjamin K. Leavenworth, the chorus man and understudy who answered so alertly when opportunity knocked. He is a character of romance. "Tom Show Troupers IN "Fly-By-Night," at the Cort, a comedy of the humble show-folk who keep "Uncle Tom's Cabin" alive in the corn-belt, an incident like Mr. Leavenworth's rescue of "The Mi kado's" premiere is an important part of the plot. Cynics who refuse to be lieve that the stage holds the mirror up to nature, please take notice. This dramatization of the "Tom shows" is an effective addition to the list of topic-plays and back-stage dramas which have sprouted up this season. Being remote from Broadway atmosphere, it is, perhaps, more American than its predecessors. Its characters are forlorn, appealing hu man beings rather than pretentious caricatures of the thespian sense of vanity; and in spite of its technicalities, its story has a broad appeal. They are fantastic people, these "Tom" troupers, but they are closer to average American life than the chorus girls, hoofers and hams of "Broadway," "Excess Bag gage," and other works of this species. "Fly-By-Night" has a homely charm, and it should become popular. It # carries, however, a dose of poison in its system that calls for the antidote of re writing. The episode where the mother, a veteran impersonator of Little Eva, venomously stuffs her daughter, who has succeeded her in the role, with candies guaranteed to give the child a deadly indigestion, is utterly unpalatable. Professional jealousy is the seven deadly sins of the ham, no doubt, but it does not extend to the point of infanticide. Gladys Hurlbut is excellent as the elder Little Eva, depicting a leading woman who is shop-worn, maternal, disillusioned, but with a full-blown and definitely It-ty allure. Lois Shore is perfectly cast as the child wonder with a weak stomach, and Thomas Mitchell is exactly right as the sentimental softy who specializes in Simon Legree. Coh an s Come-Back FOR the admirers of George M. Cohan as a playwright, "The Baby Cyclone," at the Blackstone, represents a come-back. It is an expert farce in the Cohanesque manner, which I find slightly dated. Too frequent use of the telephone and an occasional brief soliloquy are among the symptoms in this play which reveal the sketch writer rather than the dramatist. The piece, as Mr. Cohan admits, is about nothing at all — except the family ructions caused by the female fondness for Pekinese lap-dogs. Grant Mitchell stars in "The Baby Cyclone" with his customary crispness; Spencer Tracy is well cast for a Cohanized young man of the white collar caste, very New Yorkish in his pseudo-toughness; and Natalie Moor- head adorns the scene as a leading woman with a brilliant lenacn-colored coiffure. Whooftee! //npHE LOVE CALL," at the 1 Olympic, is the latest large- scale operetta in the series by which the Shuberts are striving to com pensate artistically for the bad habits of their revues. It is handsome, sonorous and romantic. Placed in Arizona in the days of territorial tur bulence and Apache warfare, it per mits the costumer and stage director to evoke a gaudy picture of life on the southwestern frontier, with cowboys, cavalrymen, senoritas, Mexicans and aborigines filling the stage in fancy costumes. The singing is good; the clowning amuses; and the score is a lusty orches tration of sound tunes by the diligent Mr. Romberg. Most of the plot comes from the work-shop of an old master in melodrama, for "The Love Call" is based on Augustus Thomas's "Ari zona." THE CHICAGOAN 21 Al kh Ui so wi The PATSY — Mr. Hearst's funniest comic strip and Miss Davies' best picture. (Attend.) A Night of Mystery — Adolphe Menjou in an English murder story in the French manner. (Miss this one.) The Smart Set — William Haines, Edition No. 9, polo binding. (No.) Speedy — Harold Lloyd, funnier than ever. (Don't miss this one.) The Play Girl — Madge Bellamy in her usual story with her unusual legs. (Pass it.) The Legion of the Condemned — Excel lent war stuff. (Attend.) Dressed to Kill — Excellent gang stuff. (Go.) The Cohens and Kellys in Paris — Enough, nay too much. (No.) CHICAGO — A DeMillion dollar production and worth it. (Yes.) My Best Girl — Mary Pickford at her best. (Emphatically.) A Girl in Every Port — Rollicking sailor stuff. (Certainly.) The Big City — Chaney in high. (By all means.) Burning Daylight — Sills with his shirt on. (Perhaps.) Tillie's Punctured R o m a n c e — Yes, punctured. (Read a book.) The Heart of a Follies Girl — Too bad about Billie Dove. (Look at her por trait. ) Why Sailors Go Wrong — Misinforma- tive. (No, no, no.) The Patent Leather Kid — Barthelmess in foreign and domestic warfare. (A good idea.) Red Hair — Clara Bow before the appen dectomy. (Look.) The Showdown — George Bancroft, other wise just "Rain." (If idle.) The Secret Hour — Pola Negri under a bushel. (Dial a concert.) Rose Marie — With Hollywood accessories. (If you don't like music.) Coney Island — Inside and out. (Possi- bly.) Nameless Men — Including Antonio Moreno. (Impossibly.) Square Crooks — Crooked comedy. (May be, for a matinee.) The Circus — Worth the delay. (Inevita- bly.) The Gaucho — Fairbanks' classic athletics. (Positively.) The Student Prince — Novarro and Shearer in a faithful, if mute, transcrip tion. (Okay.) Les Miserables — Well, these things will happen. (Maybe the nap will do you good.) West Point — William Haines really shouldn't have accepted the assignment. (Probably better not.) The Crimson City— Alleged to be Singa pore; plainly Hollywood. (Certainly not.) Ladies Night in a Turkish Bath — Funny in spots, dirty in others. (No, that is, unless — ) Wife Savers — Beery and Hatton, louder and funnier. (Possibly.) Across the Atlantic — Asserting that it wasn't Lindy, but Monte Blue, after all. (Play contract.) ^he CINEMA The No Longer Silent Drama By WILLIAM R. WEAVER IN "Tenderloin," a pretty bad picture, Conrad Nagel, Dolores Costello and their associates become audible now and again by grace — so to speak — of the Vitaphone. These brief episodes con trast discordantly with the longer mute sequences and the eight reels of the picture compose a quite negligible en tertainment. One wonders why all of the picture was not recorded. A little later on — if the picture is seen as exhibited at the Orpheum — answer is given, uninten tionally. The program of minor-length sub jects prefacing ex hibition of "Ten derloin" at the Orpheum contained a picture called "A Man of Peace." This picture, about one reel in length, is en acted in one scene, a mountain cabin, by Hobart Bosworth and two other able-voiced actors. It tells a better story than "Tenderloin" and tells it better. In a single utterance of a dozen words Mr. Bosworth imparts to his audience plot information that would require a reel of silent picturiza- tion. A brief break midway in the reel — as when "curtain is lowered to indicate lapse of twenty minutes" — marks completion, accomplished in about eight minutes, of plot narration which might occupy six or seven reels of silent film. After the break, Mr. Bosworth and the villain of the story dispose of the climax and denouement — to which the final fifteen or twenty min utes of a silent picture commonly is devoted — in some five minutes of con versation and action. It becomes ap parent, then, that the story of "Tender loin" could have been told at least as well in thirteen minutes of voice - equipped celluloid than it is in the ninety partially articulate minutes of its present form. IN the light of these observations, the vocalization of the films takes on Frankensteinian aspects. True, it be comes possible to merely set up a tri pod in the auditorium of the Garrick and transport "Excess Baggage" faith fully and quickly to screens through out the world equipped for Vitaphonic exhibitions, but such a transcription of "Excess Baggage" would not be the thing that is known to the world of cinema goers as a motion picture. And there is the thought, too, that this numerous pub lic did desert the four-walled stage playhouses for the unwalled picture theatre and, con ceivably enough, may have a pro nounced prefer ence for the mute but glorious flights of the film form Blundering tremendously along in its accustomed enthusiasm for the new, Hollywood inevitably will strike upon a satisfactory use for the scientifically interesting "talkie." Until now it has been of little value save as a means of reproducing vaudeville acts and news events, both of which it does very well. Subjects like "A Man of Peace," point ing plainly the not particularly desir able possibilities of its dramatic uses, no doubt will be discontinued. It would be a bit difficult for a theatre to market a thirty-minute show at the ticket rate current for the same en tertainment in three-hour doses. Nor would the curtailment be particularly pleasant. "SorreJl and Son" PARTICULARLY expert use of the camera for narrative purposes is to be observed in Mr. H. B. Warner's "Sorrell and Son," which may have completed its run at the United Artists but will be available later in the neigh borhoods. This excellent story of Eng lish life and manners begins on a high, clear note and ends in the same register. There are swift movements, varying tempi, frequent shiftings of instrumen tation, but there is never a deviation 22 THE CHICAGOAN The Petrol Regatta Transit Suggestion: Award the Franchise to Balaban & Katz from pitch and never a discordant note. Mr. Warner is his imperturbable self as usual, perhaps a little more so than usual, and the several important supporting palyers reflect his influence. The story, of course, you know. 1 nree oinners IT is a bit disconcerting to say in a department of this character — as was said on the occasion of its immediately preceding appearance — that a too- gifted actress has been lost in enforced sacrifices to the commonplaceness of a too-numerous public, and then to find, while the ink is still fresh, that actress doing exactly what she should be doing in exactly the type of picture she should be doing it in. Pola Negri has in "Three Sinners" a typically Conti nental story in which she does her typ ically Continental type of acting better than she ever did it on the Continent. Gilda MISS GILDA GRAY, doing her three variants of her dance in introduction of "The Devil Dancer," has been pleasing people who attend the larger theatres in the residence zones. They have liked her stage per formance and walked away from or dozed through the picture performance that followed. It is elaborately pro duced but a very silly business. "-THE CROWD," embroidered re- 1 vival of the work-and-win plot in domestic background, seems to please a majority of the crowds whose perusal of Miss Tinee's praises of the picture brings them to the cinema. It marks the first featured depictment of a plumbing facility Mr. Crane leaves out of his advertisements and is particularly notable for no other reason. " ' OOUT time for the motor boat' w men to shove off, isn't it?" The Gentleman at the Adjacent Desk was eyeing a green lakeline with more than an editorial interest. " 'Bout." "Go," said the G. a. t. A. D., eyes now squinted against a too brilliant spring sun, "to the Motor Boat Mart — it's at 2222 Diversey Parkway, on the North Branch of the river — and look over the boats they've got on exhibition. I'm hearing about some seventy new models and they listen like good read ing." This, then, is a story about motor boats. It has its detours. It begins with a well dressed lady strolling along Diversey Parkway. A nice lady. Trig. Slender. Feminine. And yet something hilariously amiss with her complexion. The lady has a black eye. Fact number one. A gorgeous day. Motor boats go into the water about May 15. All should be in by June 1. A motor boat out of water is a swift, one fumbles for the proper noun. It is a kind of projectile, long and polished and speed-moulded. Fittings are brass and nickel. The boat deck is usually mahogany. When the steering com partment is enclosed the boat is called a limousine. The rear seats are called rumble seats. Motor boat engines are sturdier than automobile engines, com pact and square and blocky. Their horse power is high, and to continue in an illusion their horses are not slender racing animals of the airplane and auto breed, but heavy percherons mighty in the traces. A cruiser with cabin bunks and all is huge and somewhat ungainly in one part of the show room. It is entered by a stair up to its side. Its price is not given. A modest little fishing boat, not motored, comes at $86. The splendid Schillo Sportabout, 220 h.p., a Hispano Suisa engine, and 50 m.p.h. costs $6,500. Terms cheerfully arranged. The Dart Sedan is $4,100. The Baby Gar, built by Gar Wood, is $5,100. A Sturgeon Bay dinghy, elaborately done in mahogany, with oars and everything is $205. One imagines gusty fishermen turning a deep, deep green. And there are boats for outboard motors, and duck boats, and devices of water beetle form known as speed scows. Outside another barge whistles. Inside is a smell of varnish. It's a grand spring day. ¦ — GONFAL. THE CHICAGOAN 23 Wax Works The feature release of the current fort night is the Schumann E flat Quintet played by the veteran Flonzaleys and Ossip Gabrilowitsch. This is an admirable record ing of chamber work. It is included in four double-faced records and Victor's price to the w. k. public is $10.00. The Prelude to "Lohengrin" made by Stokowski and the Philadelphia organiza tion, gives that band a chance to show off its fiddle section in a variety of pure treble passages. If the florid and pompous pas sages of this early Wagnerian opera are of particular interest to you, you will be repaid by a purchase of this selection. (Victor.) The engaging young Hungarian violinist, Tzigeti, records electrically for Columbia a Debussy "Menuet" and "Minuet and Dance of the Aubergnes" by Nachez, who is not related to any place in Mississippi. Tzigeti's tone is well worth reproduction and we are looking forward to his record ing of modern violin works by Bloch and Szymanowski that have made his Chicago programs such outstanding events. Debussy's "Gold-Fish" and "The Girl with the Flaxen Hair," two of his best known piano pieces, are made for Columbia by Myra Hess. The pianiste's approach is delicate, firm and intimate. She is an in teresting figure among contemporary lady ivory-beaters. Research in the field of high-brow origins suggests that Von Suppe's Light Cavalry Overture may have had something to do with "Horses, Horses." As you have heard both at your favorite B. and K. (seats in the balcony without waiting) you may appreciate the Victor Concert Orchestra version of the former. Kreisler's ingratiating slush, "Liebeslied," has been dressed up in symphonic clothes, presumably by Alfred Herz for recording in the Victor studios by his own band. Being a person of low tastes these recollec tions of old Vienna get under our skin very pleasantly. Try it on your Orthotrope. Falling fifteen thousand miles through space, we come to consider what the young things are dancing to at the Granada (ask for Joe) and at Chez Pierre (ask for White Rock). There is first of all a ditty named "Coquette" played by Paul Whiteman for Victor. The tune seems vaguely borrowed but don't they all? And it's better than good as a dance piece. The merry Paul also remakes "The Parade of the Wooden Soldiers." It is relatively important that Ben Pollock and his Victor Boys have at least made "Waiting for Katy" and "Memphis Blues" and the girls at Lyon & Healy's record dispensary tell us that everyone has been all agog for these. We conclude with the stunning an nouncement that Maestro Berlin is out with another one, "I Can't Do Without You" and the best notion of it is that of Jack Denny and his Brunswick recorders. Opera in English Artistic Success — Per formance of "Faust" Departs From Tradi tion; Singers Good. — The Chicago Daily T^ews. The truth till it hurts. MU/ICAL NOTE/ Exit Symphony — Enter Gilbert and Sullivan By ROBERT POLLAK THE symphonic season ended with two rousing programs and a dandy speech by Papa Stock. The last concert but one opened with an Overture by Sinigaglia, which aims to describe certain events in an Italian fishing town, but succeeds largely as a pleas ant sequel to the color and mood of "Rosenkavalier." We are writing to the composer sug gesting change in title from "Le Ba- ruflfe Chiozotte" to "Thursday After noon in the Pra ter." Followed the First Symphony of Schumann, prob ably his best from the standpoint of orchestration. In termission over, Honegger's "Pacific (231)" was given its annual trial run. This piece, ably descriptive of the troubles of the modern locomotive, gives Mr. Stock an unusual oppor tunity to be engineer instead of con ductor. The trip was completed without mishap other than a hot-box in the brass section. The rest of the goings-on were de voted to the last solo appearance of the year, Percy Grainger again. He played firstly, John Carpenter's Con certino, and later, several dances of his own for piano and various combina tions of instrument. It was a pleasant if not profound evening. Stock even forgot the no-encore rule and Grainger came back to catch up with the band in his "Sheperd's Hey" and finished with a violent glissando knocking over a nearby chair. And then everybody laughed and made whoopee for ten minutes and went home. THE final program of April 21 was more staid and, needless to say, had considerable musical content. It consisted of the Brahms First, and Stock is at his best in Brahms; De bussy's "Nuages" and "Fetes," both of which are beginning to sound like "classics" but still have plenty of kick; and Rhespigi's "Pines of Rome." To our mind the latter set of symphonic pictures are as suggestive as any pro grammed compositions since the days of Liszt. Rhespigi takes advantage of print by the faint' est indication of what he is trying to say in his music. And his scoring is so vivid that you can imagine the rest yourself, kaleidoscopic, yet concrete visions of chattering Roman children, palace gardens, and marching legion- aires. We pause in praise long enough to be unpleasant about the use of the gramophone record of a nightingale in the third movement of the suite. We have long been under the impression that the fuss made about the noises of nightingales is entirely unwarranted. This disc confirms our worst suspicions. As a prince of songsters this bird is nothing to write home about; and, with all deference to the Audubon society, we claim that the well-known Mr. Wagner makes better bird music in "Seigfried" than will ever issue from the throats of our feathered friends. Well, after the Roman legions ar rived — and how — Mr. Stock made a speech and the season was officially closed. G. and S. THE perfection of Winthorp Ames' Gilbert and Sullivan Opera Com pany is only to be explained in the light of his care and consummate skill as a producer. Hoary old gentlemen like Frederick Donaghey, who in their most reminiscential moments might be ac cused of sentimentality on the subject of Gilbert and Sullivan, asseverate dis tinctly that the productions of the Savoyards were not a whit better than 24 THE CHICAGOAN those on display at the Studebaker. We can't say. We were still trailing clouds of glory then. But, at any rate, you can't beat perfection. The Savoy The atre was the cradle of the immortal institution of Gilbert and Sullivan, but it couldn't have had anything better than perfect singing, perfect diction, a perfect orchestra and perfect direction. "The Mikado," full of innocent mer riment and sprightly tunes, has long been the legitimate prey of high school graduating classes. "Pinafore" and "The Pirates," even the little known "Princess Ida," have suffered long at the hands of genial but slovenly ama teurs. The results have been fine for the participants, but a little disturbing for the generation that considers Sul livan almost an English Mozart and Gilbert a master librettist. The Schu- berts, yes, bejabbers, the Schuberts, up to Mr. Ames' entry, were responsible for the best American revival in re cent years. Do you recall their "Pina fore" at the Auditorium Theatre some years ago. A genuinely fine perform ance. Yet, Ames goes them several bet ter. THE secret of the particular charm of his revivals lies in the almost fantastic care with which every part, no matter how insignificant, has been chosen. Ames has no need to hurry his organization together. He is an immensely wealthy man, a producer largely by avocation, and he can and did take his time about selecting every man and women in his company. They were, from Nanki-Poo down to the fourth Japanese lady from the right, put through rigorous examination, in most cases by the producer himself. And as a result there is not a member of the company who cannot sing or act. The incident at the opening of the "Mikado" is a case in point. The lead ing tenor, cursed with a regular Chi cago cold, was forced to step out of the role of Nanki-Poo virtually in the middle of his first song. A quirister understudy walked briskly into his place and, as this issue goes to press, is still making a most creditable Nanki- Poo. AMONG the recitalists the season's i palm goes to Helen Scoville for assembling the best piano program of the year. Two Organ Choral Preludes, Bach-Busoni; two Scarlatti Sonatas; the Fifth Sonata of Scriabine; and, best of all, Moussorgsky's Pictures from an Exposition. BOOK/ With No References to Mr. Tunney By SUSAN WILBUR WHAT do you think of these confession magazines? The right answer is any one of the following: dreadful, awful, a waste of time, corrupters of the young. And here is the wrong one: that the confession magazines are building up out of non-readers a new reading public, which will grad ually buy better magazines and will finally buy books. That is to say, it is the wrong answer morally. For which of us has not watched the bookcases climb the study walls un til they touched the ceiling, creep gradually around the living room, routing chairs and davenports in their advance, and then down both sides of the hallway, narrowing it so that one could no longer invite extremely fat people to dinner, that is unless one knew them well enough to send them out and around by the back door. And which of us has not thought it restful that from the dining room on there should exist a culture that is strictly in the oral stage. Now ye are asked to contemplate a situation where that crumpled confes sion magazine on the kitchen table will itself sprout bookcases, which, super seding by stealthy manoeuvre the jelly shelves, ice box, kitchen stove, kitchen table, kitchen cabinet, sink, will at length come to grips with the equally resolute army advancing from the oppo site direction. All of which is by way of calling attention to the amazing thing that seems to be happening among readers who have achieved bookshelves by a less spectacular process of evolution. Namely that "The Bridge of San Luis Rey," a book as recondite as Browning, is still a best seller. I bought a copy myself the other day. It belonged to the 130th thousand. And this is a book that is highbrow and that will remain highbrow. If it sells a half million it will not turn into a Harold Bell Wright, nor, for that matter, into a Beau Geste. And the device that holds its stories together — the falling of the bridge, and Brother Juniper studying the lives of the five victims with a view to demonstrating divine plan — is no more highbrow than the stories themselves. The Marchesa de Montemayor, a cross between Ma dame de Sevigny and the Ugly Duchess. Esteban, a study in twin psychology. And Uncle Pio, a non- hypnotic Svengali, discoverer and teacher of the great actress Ca- mila, who has fig ured also in the lives of the Marchesa and of Esteban and Manuel. Sketches rather than stories, all of them. NOR is "The Bridge of San Luis Rey" the only highbrow book that has been a best seller this spring. If it were, one might perhaps say that, well, after all, disaster is undoubtedly agreeble to contemplate, even quaint old disaster, without planting of pine apples. But what then should we find to say about Elinor Wylie's "Mr. Hodge and Mr. Hazard." And al though "The Bridge" may stand as the symbol of a highbrow wave that seems about to overwhelm us, it was by no means the first sign of it. Did not Esther Forbes' "O Genteel Lady," a book about the publishing end of old Boston, Godey's Lady's Book Boston, in fact, and with a sleighride to the Way side Inn as its high water of excite ment, sell its fifty thousand, and then go into a half price reprint along with "The Private Life of Helen of Troy" — a book which was itself no Zane Grey. All of which puts one in the mood for predicting from among the week's latest another pair of highbrow best sellers. Edward Larocque Tinker's "Toucoutou" for one, and for another TUQ CWCAGOAN 25 Be on time! Friends and Op* portunities! First acts and last trains! How often they've been lost because you weren't on time. The clock stopped. The watch was wrong. Every timepiece in the house told a dif ferent story. But here's an honest face — ^elechron Electric Timepiece Just plug into the electric socket and for a few cents a month you enjoy such time- accuracy as is never possible with a spring-wound clock. In a variety of good-looking styles. Special to readers of The Chicagoan! Ask to see Model 554- It's your kind! We'll be glad toplace one in your home on trial. T7 COMMONWEAIIH EDISON O JIlectric show 72 West Adams Street Miss Forbes' second novel "A Mirror for Witches." Toucoutou "T"*OUCOUTOU," short for Ana- I stasia, was white. Nothing colored about her except the idea. And even the idea had been pretty com pletely dispelled by a birth certificate, and by the fact that Claircine, free woman of color, had brought her up to a strict belief in two Swiss parents — ¦ deceased. In the white arts and graces she was complete, having been ad mitted on the strength of her birth certificate to the Ursuline convent. Later on, she acquired a white husband, and in course of time a white baby. But somehow the Faubourg Marigny knew better. And Toucoutou made the mistake of suing it for damages. It all makes a first class tragedy, with an extra turn or two of the screw as con tributed by the time — 1850 — the place — New Orleans — and the nature of the inhabitants of the Faubourg Ma rigny. The background, which is so well done that you can almost walk about against it, is mostly Creole, namely French-Spanish, but the dances of the Place Congo quite out-Harlem present day Harlem. "A Mirror for Witches BILBY'S DOLL feared greatly that she was not eligible for a place in heaven. Her mother and father had been burned in France for witchcraft and Doll had an idea that her own soul might have been signed away, too. She couldn't remember. Under such circumstances of uncertainty about heaven she felt that she would be wise to assure herself, instead, of a good place in hell. But her rescuer and foster father, Jared Bilby of Cowan Corners, near Salem, had other plans for her, plans that involved the son of the family whose acres adjoined his. And the son was not unwilling. What happened is told very cleverly. The headings are seventeenth century — "A good young man is taken in a witch's net" — "Young Thumb dwindles" — "The voice of hell is heard in the House of the Lord" — "Evil Cursing bears bit ter fruit. Mr. Bilby though struck down swears to the innocency of his Destroyer and makes a Pious End" — "Doll finds an Imp in a cellar. It proves unfriendly to her." But be tween headings is a most human story. A National Movement to Help Women Get Better Permanent Waves The society for the advancement of Hair and Beauty Science refer inquiries from their national magazine advertising campaign in the Chicago area to Ann Guehring Studio, 1400 Lake Shore Drive. May we suggest that you, too, try our service? 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I mean "flying" figuratively. The rapid development of this mode of transportation is surely limiting the general use of the word. Invested in New York Central tick ets, not stock, and by keeping out of compartment parties, I managed to store up / sufficient energy to cover most of the Av enue shops in the few days I had allowed myself. Many, many familiar to me in the gowns, hats and what nots were sighted, displayed, perhaps, to a bit better advantage. Since my last visit a new shoe shop, Wards, has been add ed to the select, and truly the store front looks like a huge sun burst. Quite remark able, even on this lane of extravagant effects. Must be here that Cinderella's slipper and the Seven League boots are on the shelf. I went through Saks at 49th street particularly. All sorts of navy straws being shown, both dull and shiny, but the smart women buying at the time were continuing with felts. Larger brimmed than be fore, but with the same low, tight fit ting crown. (Eye, now, my irrepres sible pen's output for this fortnight.) The dress shown is of bright navy crepe with very narrow satin trimming, shown in zigzag line on waist and cuff. The vest is peach gorgette finely pleated with fagotted hem edge. This is not expensive, but, even so, is very trim and smart. THEY showed many printed crepes and a few imports for sport wear of material much like the old challie that Grandma used to wear. These were in navy and red designs on an oyster background. A discovery for me at the perfume counter — Orchidee Bleue — which I grabbed, being sure it would have the same effect on someone else! Best and Co. has some flowered crepe de chene lingerie that is very quaint. It is reasonable, though imported, and brings me to a shop at the Palmer House Arcade here in Chicago. Ler- ner Shops, on the second floor, have a large assortment of inexpensive lingerie. All shades, with yokes of embroidered bat iste and net. Well cut and finished and more than surprising at the price. The Pendleton Woolen Mills, same floor, has lovely blank ets and shawls in soft colored designs. Fine for the afternoon beauty sleep or any other time. One on display, the Harding Shawl, is cream back ground with shaded orange to maroon ir regular striping with a touch of tan. THE New Orleans : Shop is filled with a bit of every thing. Perfume and sachet of jasmine and magnolia (the last is nicest) fa miliar to the South. Pure coffee roasted differently, stronger and made by dripping, not percolating. Cotton bales filled with pralines and picayune Creole Cook Books to make midnight suppers easy. The more important items, New- comb (College) pottery, lovely delft blue with no two pieces alike, and the designs of pine, cypress and holly trees, lovely, yet most reasonably priced. Hand made batiste baby bonnets, the daintiest ever. And for atmosphere, small figures of colored cotton pickers and chimney sweeps. One, a Mammy street vender with a basket of vegeta bles on her head, that is really a peach. Walk-Over has a tremendous assort ment of the Deauville sandal. These are old, of course, but are so comfort- TUE CHICAGOAN 27 Roof Outside Terrace 7 Rooms^ 3 Baths at 1120 Lake Shore Drive Also a few very desir^ able apartment Homes still available at 1448 Lake Shore Drive. Baird & Warner 646 N. Michigan Superior 1855 able I'm charmed to see they can still be procured. Almost all color combi nations and some with the solid heel back so there is protection for the weak ankle. LEAVING the Palmer House and go- ^ing to the Peoples Trust and Sav ings Bank on the fifth floor, we find Miss Jane Petree. One of our safe ports in a storm. This from the outside seems to be nothing but a smart hat shop, but quite the contrary; Miss Pe tree makes a large number of dresses and coats. There were some copies of embroidered dresses in satin; a tan with rust and two shades of gold, with pleated flounce that cascaded at the side, and a large bakau beige straw hat, trimmed with shirred velvet flat across the back of crown to go with this. You don't know how marvelous it is, if youVe never tried it, to have a dress and hat successfully made at the same place. Takes all the worry from your shoulders and puts it on someone else, or elses, if they have both. I saw one of the nicest plain basket weave coats there also, with fringed edge, and it could be worn for either summer sport or dress. To jump back to shoes Frank Broth ers (fourth floor) have the only gray suede sports I have seen, and I particu larly noted a tan and white pair with elastic insert at side and three strap front that are divinely comfortable. Miss Grossfeld at 417, same building, has the cutest little tile top table Royal blue with a red rose and a wound iron base. Just big enough to hold an ash tray and beverage glass. Also some attractive parchment lamp shades bound in leather, painted or with prints. For the beauty of your hair, Frances Fox is at No. 608. Her tonics are really marvelous and, beside improving and making your hair glossy, have such a nice piney smell. Headaches disap pear and you feel very grand after one of the treatments. And so to bed to try out my new Booklite. This being probably the most comfy way of reading in bed that I know of. The bulb is small and attaches to the book by a springed clip so that any way you turn the pages it is still in perfect position. See it — in various colors, though my preference is green — at Fields or Stevens. Stocking is robbed while woman sleeps. -Memphis (Tenn.) Star Telegram. Hubby turns the tables. 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Round trip — 12 days — #140 (up) One way to Quebec — #75 (up) For illustrated booklets write Furness Bermuda Line 307 No. Michigan Ave. Chicago 34 Whitehall St., New York or any authorized agent Newsprint WHETHER or not Chicago is deprived of anything by a tacit agreement among local newspaper pub lishers not to print a tabloid is one of those questions which recurs every time one drops into New York for business and a round of the playhouses. In view of the tremendous success credited the tabloids in New York, it is a re markable thing that the second largest city in the United States has never been given the opportunity to see its news served up daily in magazine size. There has always been a report around Chicago, which the writer has credited but never investigated, that the Hearst organization will not issue a tab loid if no one else attempts it, but will have a tabloid on the street within seven days after anyone else goes into this new phase of news publishing. And it is also reported as a general impres sion that the Hearst organization is better equipped to put out a tabloid than any one else on the horizon. So far Chicago is spared. The Daily T^ews of New York, little brother of The Chicago Tribune, announces on its first page a Sunday circulation of 1,471,991 and a daily circulation of 1,227,821. It labels itself "New York's Picture News paper." The Daily Mirror, its rival in the tabloid field, does not print its circulation figures on its opening page but labels itself "New York's Best Picture Newspaper." The tabloid has been so ridiculed and scorned by smart writers that it is un necessary to enumerate its shortcom ings. Its virtues are seldom listed, yet it has not a few. JADED? See Europe! Beastly trains? Don't be archaic . . . EUROPE BY MOTOR Don't look so vague . . . you know, splendid cars . . . care free days . . . knowing chauffeur-couriers and all that sort of thing . . . an air . . . finesse . . . 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All is not class that has a classy address. In Chicago, there is no such clear cut segregation of reader types. The Chi cago dweller is apparently catered to by all local newspapers and divides his loyalty among them. A tabloid in Chicago might succeed in attracting thousands from all six of the newspapers and although cutting into their circulation totals, do them a real service by simplifying their efforts to try to please their ill-assorted readers. Then, too, the morbid could turn to one source for the spicey bits of court testi mony, or the diaries of women wronged, and the less morbid could safely take the standard sized news papers into the home with a fair assur ance that some words are omitted and some of the more shocking details of the scandals of the day are softened. BUYING a newspaper in New York is not the simple task it is in Chi cago. On Fifth Avenue and the streets radiating from it, the news paper stands are conspicuous by their absence. This is just one of the interesting contradictions in New York. News paper stands are not permitted on Fifth Avenue, but apparently everyone tacitly approves of a rather startling window display graphically demonstrat ing that Zip does what is claimed for it. On Forty-second street, on the pop ular promenade from Times Square over to Fifth Avenue, it takes a person of strong will to stop at a newsstand long enough to shop for a newspaper. The stands are strung with "art maga zines" with astounding covers, and a moment's hesitation in front of the stand is bound to bring a grin from proprietor and a disapproving look from the old lady from Muscatine, who is always passing. THE biggest piece of news in the New York papers during my stay was a dispatch from Chicago describ ing the funeral of "Diamond Joe'" • '1 u « " «*9P* *V M ¦^¦^W* u hM ^^k BLACK HILLS OF SOUTH DAKOTA An Enchanting Vacation Land AS President Coolidge said in his speech of last June, "I have never seen any thing which excels it," sums up in a few words the beauty and grandeur of this nearest of all "Western playgrounds. Health-recuperating climate and exhilarating waters, virgin forests of cool and fragrant pines, streams alive with trout, pike,pickerel and shad,strangely beautiful rock forma tions,wind- i ng motor roads, large easy riding busses, comfortable *hotels and lodges — a vacation land for the millions. *The new metropolitan Hotel Alex Johnson at Rapid City will be open for business about June 1st, 1928. Plan now to spend your vacation in the Black Hills Low Summer Fares, June to September, inclusive. Choice of three direct routes and fine fast trains from Chicago via Chicago & North Western. Go one way and return another. Let us send you free illustrated booklets and detailed information. A pply TICKET OFFICES 148 So. Clark St. Phone Dearborn 2323 226 W. Jackson St. Phone Dearborn 2121 CHICAGO t£ NORTHWESTERN Pass. Terminal Phone Dearborn 2323 Pass. Information Phone Dearborn 2060 RAILWAY 30 THE CHICAGOAN 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 Special Women's Elevators Fraternity Rooms Ball and Banquet Rooms Circulating Library Billiards Chess Cafeteria Athletic Exerdse 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 nets Sand traps — 6 Water Holes Public invited. ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY RATES PER PERSON SlngU • • $12.00 — $20.00 Double ¦ • $8.00 — $15.00 Transient • $2.50 — $3.50 Descriptive Leaflet on Request CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW YORK Esposito. The little touch of dropping roses on the funeral cortege from aeroplanes caught the popular fancy and it was the one topic of conversa tion for the entire week. The stock market was a poor second. All other stories were just items. At the same time, there were brief accounts in the New York papers of a few miscellaneous home-made mur ders and a couple of bombings in Brooklyn, but they made little impres- sion on the readers. New Yorkers insist upon planked Fox River Carp and on Chicago murders and bombings. — EZRA. The Gainsborough [begin on page 13] of the war and 1870, Worth joined a gang of bank burglars consisting of "Big Ike" Marsh, Bob Cochran, and Charles Bullard, alias "Piano Charlie." (All are dead.) They first robbed the Boylston bank in Boston. Worth rented a barber shop next door the bank, stating that he was agent for a patent medicine, piled the windows high with bottles of the medi cine and built a partition across the rear. During the days he and regularly employed clerks, young men and women, sold the medicine. Nights, he and his confederates bored through the walls into the bank, exactly measuring the thickness of the walls until they were within a quarter of an inch of the interior of the bank. Then they went through, opened the safe and got away with nearly a mil lion dollars in cash and securities. Not one of them was ever detected, caught, or imprisoned, and part of the loot established a fine stock farm in Canada for one of the gang, who retired and became a gentleman. WORTH went to London, then to Liverpool, where he quickly robbed a big pawn shop of cash and jewels amounting to more than $100,- 000. From Liverpool Worth went back to London and, with all Scotland Yard looking for the Liverpool thief, took a luxurious apartment at 198 Pic cadilly, which became the rendezvous and clearing house for great thieves from all over the world. During the latter VO's and all through the 80's one big robbery followed an other, all over Europe, the loot amount ing to much more than three million dollars. Mail trains on the continent were robbed so often that many be- good old elizd Night after night, she has a har rowing time of it. Uncertainties, delays, and like as not an icy recep tion before she gets across. That's her job. Not so the alert theatre goer: i.e., the man who stops at a Couthoui, Inc.* stand for tickets. No uncer tainties, no delays, no icy reception at the box office for him. He is assured of excellent seats for reason ably priced tickets in ample time. His theatre parties always go across. No job at all. The sensible thing to do. 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During 1873 Worth took a party on a cruise to South America and the West Indies abroad his palatial yacht, which he named "Shamrock.'" They stopped at Kingston, Jamaica; learned that about $10,000 was kept in a cer tain safe in a building guarded by bloodhounds. Owners of the building nearly beat the life out of a negro night watchman, trying to force him to tell what he did with the money and why those bloodhounds raised no alarm. Worth told Billy Pinkerton that the dogs wagged their tails. The crime was committed merely to keep in practice, as were numerous other crimes on that cruise, which terminated with a tour of Mediter ranean ports. During the latter part of the cruise Worth obtained informa tion that led to the crimes which caused the Gainsborough robbery. WORTH was "banker" and clearing house for a gang of American crooks consisting of Carl Sescovitch, Joe Chapman, Joe Elliott, and Charlie Becker. They had been passing forged letters of credit all over Europe and were caught in Smyrna, Turkey. They were tried, convicted, and sentenced to seven years imprisonment in Constantinople. About a year later, having perfected his plans, Adam Worth went to Turkey. Sescovitch, Elliott and Becker mysteriously escaped from that Turkish penitentiary. Chap man, unable to perform a certain feat of climbing, failed to get away and served his full sentence. Passing through Asia Minor, the The Kennels of Hadisway Wire Haired FOX TERRIERS Puppies by the International Champion Barrington Bridegroom Price $75 and up Mr. and Mrs. OLIN P. KIRKPATRICK South County Line Road, Hinsdale, 111. Phone: Hinsdale 814' The Pearson Hotel, distinguished for its quiet air of refinement, is one block east of North Michigan Ave nue. While the Loop is quickly ac cessible by bus or taxi, many prefer the short walk. The Pearson con sistently maintains the high standard that guards quality. The appoint ments, furnishings, service and ad dress are attractive to families ac customed to live well who wish to escape the obvious inconveniences of the more remote sections. Such families appreciate the opportunities provided for quicker social and business contacts. The PEARSON HOTEL 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 Special Monthly Rates Upon Application Daily Rates, Single, $3.50 to $6.00; Double. $5.00 to $7.00 32 TWECUICAGOAN LUNCHEON — DINNER — SUPPER "WHO'S WHO IN CHICAGO" A list of patrons of the Petrushka Club reads like a page from Chicago's "Who's Who." They are the elite of society and the arts those who appreciate the gay "Chauve Souris" entertainment, captivat ing Gypsy Orchestra music, original, intimate atmosphere, and delightful Russian-French cuisine that characterize Petrushka. $etrugf)fea Club Ely Khmara, Manager Phone Wabash 2497 403 S. Wabash Ave. other three were captured by Greek bandits. They paroled Joe Elliott on condition that he go to England bring back two thousand pounds sterling. His failure would mean the death of his two confederates. Adam Worth pro vided the money and all three returned to England. Worth never failed a comrade. So much money had been spent, and so much had been lost, due to the en forced idleness of four big members of his gang that Worth set to work to recoup. Forgery was the means he se lected. Becker was an expert penman and he prepared some paper on which 2,500 pounds sterling was obtained. Three more "batches of paper" were put out, each larger than the former. Goal! . . . The new outdoor polo sea son brings the added zest of a visit to America by a team of Argen tines. An authoritative and inter esting discussion of prospects is found in the current issue of POLO "The Magazine of the Game" One year $5.00 Two years 8.00 Three years 10.00 Quigley Publishing Co. 407 S. Dearborn St. Chicago On Sale at Brentmno's Invariably the thieves would flee to the Continent and exchange the English bank notes before their numbers could be published. Then came a slip and one of the gang was caught — a favorite protege of Worth's. EXTRADITED to England, he seemed in a fair way to go to the penitentiary for a long term. Worth sought a means of "springing1'' him. One day he was walking along Bond street with a notorious English thief named Jack Philips, alias Junka, Worth noticed many people entering the art gallery of Agnew & Co. Go ing inside they found that the object of interest was the world-famous Gainsborough painting of the Duchess of Devonshire. After spirited bidding, Agnews had bought it at a Christie's auction for 10,500 pounds sterling. Worth told Junka that he had found the way to "spring" their comrade. It was to steal the painting. In astonishment, even anger, Junka asked how that would help. Worth explained : They would steal the paint ing, and cut a very small slice of the canvas from a point on an edge where, by color, texture, technique, it could be positively identified by Agnews as part of the Gainsborough. That slice of canvas was to be placed in the hands of the prisoner. His lawyer was to in form Agnews that a client in Newgate could help them to recover the painting, if they would obtain his release on bail. (English law provides that a bondsman must be a freeholder of good reputa,' tion, and the law is enforced. Adam Worth was useless as a bondsman.) To prove that he could help to recover the painting, the prisoner was to pro duce the slice of canvas. He was to ask no reward beyond his release under bail. Worth would then smuggle him out of England. JOE ELLIOTT'S services were im' pressed. A foggy night was awaited. Elliott was "lookout." Junka was very big and powerful. When neither night watchman nor policeman was in sight Worth mounted to Junka's shoulders. Thence he leaped to the top of the gallery sign, drew himself up, and leaped to a window sill. Elli ott signaled that someone was approach ing. He and Junka strolled away and Worth flattened himself in the dark ness of that window ledge high in the air. When the coast was clear he softly opened the window, whose catch he had somehow contrived to have opened dur ing a late afternoon visit to the gallery, and with a step ladder, previously lo cated, mounted to the painting. His sharp knife quickly cut the canvas from the frame. He rolled it, replaced the step ladder, carefully closed the win dow from the outside, dropped the painting into the waiting arms of Junka and Elliott, then leaped to the sign, thence to the pavement. The job was done. 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