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STEGER & SONS Piano Manufacturing Co* Exclusive Representative of HARDMAN, PECK 8C CO. STEGER Building, Northwest Corner Wabash and Jackson The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies 15c Vol V No 9 For the Fortnight ending July 28. (On sale July 14.) Entered as second class matter at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3 1879 TUECI4ICAG0AN i DON'T BE ALARMED This is not an attack on our fair city by a bombing plane ... or a dynamite explosion . . . but merely a concentration of the loud and enthusiastic exclamations of surprise and delight that visitors to Revell's are voic ing as they view the bargains now being featured in Revell's Removal Sale. Bevell'S at WABASH and ADAMS 2| TUE CHICAGOAN OCCASIONS HORSE SHOW — The Fort Sheridan Horses on exhibit, July 13 and 14. HORSE SHOW— The Wheaton Junior Hunt Club holds its third annual Polo Farm Show at the estate of William J. Sutherland, Wheaton, Illinois. HORSE SHOW— Lake Forest Horse Show Association presents notable animals, July 20 and 21. MACKINAC RACE— The great yachting event of the year, off promptly at 4 p. m., July 28. CIRCUS — The Barnum'Bailey-Ringling spectacle complete in every tremendous detail, July 14-22, in Grant Park. RODEO — Tex Austin's annual display of prancing pintos, bucking bronc's and careening cowboys, in Soldiers Field, July 28-August 5. RELIEF — July 28, weather notwithstanding, a new Chicagoan on the newsstands. STAGE Musical Comedy GOOD HEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. A lively and lyric show ideal for the summer season and the best revue entertainment in town. Excellent. Abe Lyman's orchestra. Cur- tain 8:20. Sat. and Thurs. 2:20. SUKKT DATS— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A very good re vue, also, with capable singing, sightly females and a cool play house. Very good. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. RANG TANG— Woods, 54 Randolph. State 8567. A negro musical piece very enthusiastically danced but no great threat to Nordic supremecy. So-so. Cur- tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Non-Musical ELMER THE GREAT— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Ring Lardner and George M. Cohan have done a Lard' ner bush leaguer into a Cohan play, and the hybrid is the best speaking play in town. Cheers for Walter Huston as the baseball man, a consummately played part. By all means. Curtain 8:30. No Wed. matinee. Sunday 2:30. EXCESS BAGGAGE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Whereas, this observer saw the piece of vaudeville life and loves and did not like it, and lately reviewed his judgment by seeing it again, and still does not like it, and whereas, the play is an undoubted hit which bids fair to last until the football season, he can only advise his public to see for themselves (motions of washing the hands). Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Ambition, by Richard Salmon Cover Current Entertainment, for the fortnight ending July 28 Page 2 Convenient Caravansaries 4 Notes and Comment, By Martin ]. i^uigley 5 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 6 Wistful Vienna, by Janet A. Fairbank 7 The Collector, by Vincent Starrett 8 The Home Movies Movement, by Gene Markey 9 Success Stories, by John C. Emery 10 The Centennial Suite, by Francis C. Coughlin 11 Service, by H. K. Middleton 12 A Chicagoan in Biarritz, by Samuel Putnam 13 Courtesy, by Peter Koch 14 Appreciation, by Leonard Dove 15 The Spirit of Izaak Walton, by A. Raymond Katz 16 Journalistic Journeys, by Francis C. Coughlin 17 Erudition, by Henry Holmes Smith 18 Julius Rosewald, by Ruth G. Bergman 19 Fistiana, by Walter H. Schmidt 20 The Stage, by Charles Collins 21 Suspicion, by W. Hamilton Schmidt.... 22 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 23 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak 24 Ravinia, by Nat Karson 25 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 26 Colorist, by Hermia A. Selz, 27 Books, by Susan Wilbur 28 Paris, by Perrot 29 A COMPANIONATE MARRIAGE — Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A competent cast in a thesis di' rected against Judge Ben Lindsey. Per- haps. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE 19TH HOLE— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. Frank Craven spoofs the game of golf neatly and humorously if you think golf funny. Better see it. Curtain 8:30. Matinee Wed. and Sat. 2:30. No Sunday performance. CINEMA UXITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Drums of Love, D. W. Griffith's annual opus, following retirement of Buster Keaton's Steamboat Bill, ]r., noted on page 23. The Town's premiere cinema. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— Movietone program, currently featuring Street Angel, and page 23 bears comment on this also. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— More movie tone, beginning with the well commended Sunrise, and another orchestra is pitched out of its pit. CHICAGO— State at Lake— Vast and varied entertainments, feature films to funny men with slapsticks, and the Town's sole remaining pit orchestra of consequence. Usually a good show and always the cinema to show out-of-town folks impressible by magnitude. ORIENTAL— 20 W. Randolph— Where Al Kvale is (at press time) quite successfully salvaging the prosperity that was Paul Ash's. Motion pictures are exhibited, too, and they're usually pretty good. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — Talka tive and quiet pictures presented in the manner of the old school, without vaude ville or other extraneous entertainments. ORPHEUM — State at Monroe — Here, too, the pictures may be heard (Vitaphonically this time) and there are no stage or pit interruptions. PLAYHOUSE— 410 S. Michigan— An in teresting and intensely sincere attempt to present artistically correct pictures in cor rectly artistic manner, and charmingly successful when a. c. pictures are available. STATE-LAKE — State at Lake — Feature pictures afford rest periods for vaude- villians and are treated in about that way. MAJESTIC — Monroe nr. State — Like the State-Lake only less so. Variety PALACE— Randolph at La Salle. State 6977-8-9. The summer doldrums bring new life to variety houses when all the stars of yesteryear caper on the two a day stage. Call theatre for program informa tion. The Palace is always cool. (Continued on Page 4) TWEC14ICAG0AN 3 Dr. Francois Debat, engaged in re' search activities, in his laboratory at the Saint Antoine Hospital, in Paris "Put Your Skin on a Milk Diet with Lait Innoxa" Lait Innoxa (Innoxa Milk) — The milk diet for the skin. A strength-giving, rejuvenating, cleansing agent which will reward faithful use with permanent results. Owing to the emollient principles which it contains it soothes irritation of any kind and does away with blotches and spots. It is a veritable food for the super ficial layers of the skin, retaining for the latter its smoothness and fineness of texture. It obviates or oblit erates wrinkles due to desiccation and malnutrition of the integument. Opal glass, standard size . . . $2.00 Opal glass, large size .... 3.50 De Luxe Porcelain .... 4.00 Creme Innoxa (night cream) for particularly dry skins and those subject to eruptions. Patted on lightly at night, it is a veritable balm for the skin by virtue of its emollient properties. Tubes $ .75 Jars, standard size 1.00 Jars, large 2.00 Mousse Innoxa (vanishing cream) — light and frothy, in a jar which matches your Creme Innoxa, giving a perfect ensemble for your dressing table, this is the ideal face powder base and you need such a little to keep your powder in place. Jars (small) standard size . . $1.00 Jars (large) 2.00 Poudre Innoxa (face powder) — Sifted with care, of unsurpassed fineness, extremely adherent and gently scented, we present this in eight shades — blanche, rachel, rosee, chair, rose-the, rose, corail, ocree. Cardboard box $1.50 Porcelain box 2.00 Savon Innoxa (soap) — The delightful soap which the Parisienne uses, vigorous in its cleansing properties, delicate in its effect on sensitive skins. Box of 3 cakes $1.50 Astringent Innoxa. If your pores are so large as to be noticeable, you will find joy in the stimulating and tight ening effect of Astringent Innoxa. Like all Innoxa prep arations, it promises a permanent correction rather than a temporary remedy. One-fourth liter $3.00 for sale at all leading stores D, r. Francois Debat . . . the foremost dermatologist of Europe undoubtedly knows more about the human skin than anyone else in the world During the war he discovered how to make sick skins well. His creation . . . Inoton . . . proved so effica' cious it was universally used in war hospitals. Physi' cians hailed it as the discovery of the decade * * ' Now Dr. Debat makes his second great contribution . . . how to make well skins beautiful! In Innoxa Dr. Debat has created a series of preparations that all fashionable Europe . . . and who is a more skillful judge! . . . hails as the beauty and health secret of the age. Dr. Debat has discovered the art of put' ting a normal healthy skin through a rejuvenating process. Not only do the Innoxa preparations give one a fresh, youthful appearance . . . they actually restore youth, energy, radiance, to tired hungry skins - ' » There is Lait Innoxa . . . a wonderful "mil\ diet" for fatigued s\in . . . and mi\\, remember, is the great health food of nature. There are creams for oily skins or those too dry, and there is a wonderful refreshing powder ... all made from the same basis discovered by Dr. Debat ' * ' Thousands of soldiers all over the world remember Dr. Debat's Inoton with gratitude Thousands of women the world over will also remem ber the discovery of Dr. Debat's Innoxa preparations with deep thankfulness *.''*** 4 TUECI4ICAG0AN -«^^>B" * >M*i mmi"^ ™ ^h. kkffr*' rcJ w 1 TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. A high point in local civilization known the world over. MargrafFs stringed music. August Dittrich is headwaiter. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan Avenue. Wabash 4400. An immense inn yet nicely adjusted to the individual guest. Husk O'Hare discourses dance music from 6:30 until 9:30 every eve ning. Table D'Hote dinner — and a notable one — three dollars. Stalder is headwaiter. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. The showy Bal loon Room, animated by Professor Isham Jones open for business every night from 10:30 on. Peacock Alley. Wise and worldly customers. A Chicago exhibit. Ray Barrec is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A very gracious and hospitable tavern centrally located. Ade quate food and service. Notable music by the Palmer House Symphony orches tra. No whoopee. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Griswold's orchestra for danc ing until 1a.m. A merry enough crowd but lacking the winter season exuber- ence. Dining. Brown is headwaiter. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. A new place, ex tremely popular and apt to be crowded on week ends. Voluptuous music for dancing. A smart, young and lively crowd. Billy Leather is headwaiter. LA SALLE HOTEL— La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Jack Chapman's roof garden musicians saw and tootle until 1 a. m. Dining. Mildly collegiate roist erers and a fair evening with entertain ment. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. A show place as the original night club and so under the anathema of Aimee McPherson. Loud (very), harmless, informal, cheap. Once is illuminating. Johnny Matley is head- waiter. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. A dignified, exclusive inn. The heart of the Gold Coast. John Birgh is head- waiter. No dancing until Fall. DRAKE HOTEL— Michigan Avenue at Lakeshore Drive. Superior 2200. De lightful dining and dancing in the new Drake Summer Garden. Mel Snyder's music. And a gay, nice crowd. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. HOTEL PEARSON— 190 East Pearson. Superior 8200. A very quiet, competent, enjoyable place with few transients. Ex cellent choice for a Sunday dinner. No music during the Summer months. Hoff man is headwaiter. [listings begin on page 2] JULIEN'S— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Tremendous meals in the tradi tion of the good Papa Alex Julien, re cently snatched to Heaven. His assist ants carry on the same tradition. A show place, informal — powerful dining. Call for reservation and menu. All table d'hote. Ma Julien presides. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. An ob scure loop street hides this temple to the steaks and shops of Albion. Miracles are daily wrought over the grill fire. Great. CAFE LOUISIANA— 1341 South Michi gan. Michigan 1837. Victory 10533. Creole victuals surpassing the art of rhetoric. The lordly Pompano a spe cialty. Music until 12. Mons. Max is headwaiter. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 East Ohio. Ade quate European victualry within easy walking distance of the loop offers an other reason for a noon stroll to luncheon. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 North Rush. Delaware 4598. Authentic Nordic groceries in an atmospheric tavern offer worth while inducement to the gastro nomic adventurer. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. German kitchen craft profusely set down on the table cloths of a quiet charming eating parlor. Ex cellent. IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE — 632 North Clark. Delaware 4144. Every thing gilled and edible is loving served in this well known sea food palace. Try it after theatre. Open until 4 a. m. MARINE DINLNG ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. An un surpassed scene for pleasing social danc ing. Good music. Food and a view of the lake. Nice people. VICTOR HOUSE— 9 East Grand Avenue. Delaware 1848. An unpretentious Ital ian restaurant gladly distributing some of the best Roman victuals in Chicago. An experience. CHEZ PIERRE— Ontario and Fairbanks Court. Superior 1347. As innocent and diverting a night club as has ever held forth in Chicago announces that the gov ernment's case against it has been post poned indefinitely. Bravo! Earl Hoff man's suave music. Good entertainment. Nice people. Open until very late. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A cozy night place now with a summer garden. Tyler's negro band. Entertainers. And the tables supervised by Gene Harris who is headwaiter. SPANISH DINLNG ROOM— St. Clair Hotel. Superior 4660. An adequate dinner place a bit away from the loop rush and apt to be cool and pleasant the hottest night. SPORTS BASEBALL— Cubs: Philadelphia at Chi cago, July 14, 15, 16, 17; New York, at Chicago, July 19, 20, 21, 22; Chicago at Boston, July 25, 26, 27; New York at New York, July 28, 29, 30, 31. White Sox: Boston at Boston, July 14, 15, 16, 17; New York at New York, July 18, 19, 20, 22; Philadelphia at Chi cago, July 25, 26, 27; Washington at Chicago, July 28, 29, 30, 31. GOLF — Chicago District team, July 18 at Oak Park Golf Club. Chicago District Open, July 30, 31 at the Idlewild Golf Club. Both meets are sponsored by the Central District Golf Association. POLO— July 15, Dupage County Handi caps; July 22 F. O. Butler Trophies, July 29, Tin Can Polo Cup. All at Oak Brook. July 21 and 29 the Northwestern Polo Tournament at Ft. Snelling, Minne sota. (Onwentsia competes in the North western.) TENNIS — The Meeker Trophy (closed singles), Armour Tennis Club. BOATING— Chicago Yacht Club, series A, 6th race all classes, July 14. Series B, all classes, July 21. Jackson Park Yacht Club, all classes race from Van Buren Gap to Saugatuck, July 21. Open. And the 21st Annual Mackinac race 4 p. m., July 28. Open. HORSE RACING— Lincoln fields track and mutuels continuing a splendid season. CHICAGOAN THE code of violence continues to exact its traditional tribute in Chicago. After having lived by the sword for many years, and from all accounts very comfortably, one Big Tim Murphy died by the sword, or rather, by its more modern and more effective exemplification in the form of a sawed-off shotgun. And thus again Chicago bodies, charged with the administration of justice and expected to discourage unofficial executions, are put upon the griddle. Gang warfare, which comprises a normal activity of every great city, affords one of the most difficult of police problems. The code of secrecy which permeates gangland, together with its accompanying desire for direct- action revenge, makes even inquiry, aside from punishment, very difficult. The mortalities which attend this warfare cer tainly do not depreciate any of the true assets of the com munity and, in fact, there is much to be said for this method of relieving the police of many of its most annoying charges. But the interminable and expansive publicity which at tends these unofficial executions, thanks to the dear old newspaper press, gives the city an inordinate complexion of lawlessness which actually is very much more important than the summary passing of a person whom the police de partment long since would have executed on general prin ciples had the law, in a fuller wisdom, conveyed such an authority. T~HE motion picture to which has been added an audible 1 character has descended in its full clamor upon the Town. The pleasant silences of the cinema have fallen victim to science's new ability to do strange and mysterious things with sound. While the sound picture as an agency of entertainment is a very recent development, the so-called talking picture has been a practicality for a dozen years, but for a con siderable period it was allowed to linger in the scientist's laboratory for the very good reason that while the effort to make pictures talk had been successful, still the resultant product rated more as a scientific curiosity than as enter tainment. Then came a number of rapid developments in the field of sound reproduction and transmission and the sound picture was given a character of fidelity which ad vanced it into a new and important status as popular en tertainment. These new sound pictures owe their existence largely to the basic apparatus used for sound amplification and trans mission in what is known as the public address system, perfected in the laboratories of the Western Electric Com pany. There are two principal methods being used in the feature of sound recording. In one, the audible accompani ment of the film is recorded on a disk and the operation of the disk is synchronised with the movement of the film. In the second, a sound record is photographed on the film at the time the picture is being made and when the film is exhibited the sound is reproduced from this record by means of the action of a light principle. Leading producers of motion pictures predict that in the early future every motion picture shown, outside of, pos sibly, some of the smallest theatres will have sound ac companiment. There is great doubt, as well as anxiety, on the matter of the talking picture. The road seems clear as far as instrumental musical accompaniment, singing and characteristic sound-making are concerned but the matter of dialogue in what was once the silent drama is now caus ing many sleepless nights, and before the problem is solved it doubtlessly will result in many attenuated bankrolls. RECENT developments do not seem to be giving much force and effect to the observations of those who in sist that the liquor question is a settled issue. The only thing about the question that seems to be settled is that it is going to be the means of bringing to the public gaze a nauseating quantity of hypocrisy in high places during the next few months. Several of the great liberal newspapers, among which may be mentioned our Michigan Avenue neighbor, which out of some quaint old custom always hew strictly to party lines in national politics, are going to find the period be tween now and November elections a distressing one to themselves and, if all indications of the temper of the local citizenry do not fail, it will be almost equally distressing to the readers. PEACE has been restored between the Chicago Athletic Association and the Illinois Athletic Club and harmony, or a semblance of it, agains reigns on Michigan Avenue. Anything in the way of a fraternal feeling had been absent since the playing of the contested water polo game last Spring, up to the moment when the National Amateur Athletic Union issued its recent and almost Solomon-wise decision. The contested game was the semi-final in the tournament which was to decide the American championship and also designate the team which would represent America at the Olympic games. The National A. A. U. eventually award ed the championship to the C. A. A. but selected an all- star group to comprise the American Olympic team. The National A. A. U., having succeeded in enabling these two leading Michigan Avenue athletic clubs to quit making faces at each other and at the same time having gotten together a team which is virtually certain to win at the Olympic games, gives a striking, if somewhat unexpect ed, reason for its existence. — MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 6 T14E04ICAGOAN Intimate Chicago Views Afr. Wmgley Attends a Baseball Game TUEO4ICAG0AN Wistful Vienna Garnished and 3 w e ji t for Visitors VIENNA, garnished and swept for visitors — a wistful city. She is making a desperate play for prosperity; every effort is being made to win back her old supremacy. The shop windows display temptations: there are enough leather handbags to equip all the women in the world, and a sufficient number of sweaters to put the entire feminine sex into a sports uniform. Linens, neckties, pastries: all wants can be supplied — at a price. Amusements are offered on every hand; music halls, restaurants, night clubs, and the best opera on the con tinent, notwithstanding the claims of Berlinites. The town is filled with a specious gaiety, at which the citizens look with appraising eyes. The medical clinics and hospitals are all in operation, and their scien tific supremacy is still unchallenged in Europe, although the state has been obliged to curtail expenditures for re search. The streets are crowded with people, and in the environs of the town the Social Democratic Party is building new apartment houses for the people in such numbers that they give an effect of prosperity, but under all the determined glitter one feels the slow heart beat of a city which is laboring under difficulties which may prove unsurmountable. The prosper ous people are largely foreigners: the appeal to spend is obviously made to them. At the opera, once famous for its brilliant audiences, a man in a white tie is conspicuous: the Emperor's box, still gaudily royal in crimson and gold, is filled with Cook's tourists in tweed suits and shirt waists. Vienna is like a stage set for brilliant drawing room comedy, upon which sordid realism is being played. It is not all triste, however. There are bright spots, and Josephine Baker is one of them. She is staying at my hotel, with a negro maid and an ostrich. I have never stayed at an hotel with an ostrich before. All day long her snow white limousine stands before the door, and crowds gather to see her come and go. She is running a night club here, for a month or so. We went in after the theatre, to find By JANET A. FAIRBANK it crowded with heterogeneous people — largely, I should say, members of the travelling public. At any rate, they had their travelling clothes on. M LLE. BAK-KER" was there, affably dancing with anyone intrepid enough to ask her. It was for the most part girls who did so, as the men were shy of the ordeal. It is impossible to look any smarter than she did in her lovely Paris clothes. When we left she was at the door to say good night, and to urge us to come again. It gave one a curious sensa tion to be talking French, in Vienna, to a negress from St. Louis. We went to a performance of the "Rosencavalier," led by Richard Strauss himself. I have heard that opera before, both in New York and in Chicago, but I never appreciated its beauty until I heard it in Vienna. In the first place, the composer made a different and vastly more charming thing of the score: the strings, under his leadership, were much more im portant, and the whole orchestra gave H&gjfW "Well, what did you take a vacation for — to rest?" 8 TI4E CHICAGOAN "So she turns and sez, 'Do you like two lumps or three lumps Mr. Groganf an' I sez, 'Well, seein' as how it's you, Minnie, I guess it'll be three lumps, although I can take two lumps — ' " a richer and more interesting interpre tation than I had heard. And the stage! I rise to enquire why we in the United States, where we spend vast sums in the endeavor, cannot have at least one-half as inter esting stage direction and scenery as they do in Europe. The chorus in the Viennese production was composed of people who eagerly played their parts in a drama, and the sets were not only good to look at, but rational, which is more than one often finds in grand opera. The scene in the Princess' bed chamber, always fantastically unreal as given in America, was so charmingly executed that one accepted the absurd ities of a grand levee. The room was made for that sort of thing. The second act, too, was enchantingly done, in white and gold baroque. It might have been taken, entire, from any neighboring palace, and it was so per fect that it created an extraordinary illusion of its period, and of all the formalities and excesses which went with it. We seldom find illusion at the opera — more's the pity. IT is a late spring, and the beer gar dens are not yet opened. The cafes, however, are crowded with people, and there one feels that the citizens of Vienna themselves are enjoying the life of their city. Day and night, these places are well filled with comfortable, contented men and women, for the most part drinking beer, reading the newspapers, or talking quietly to one another. In the afternoon, coffee and marvellous Viennese pastries are very popular. The cheaper restaurants are well patronized, also, but the more ex pensive ones, where a dinner costs as much as it does in New York or Chi cago, are filled with empty tables, and a patron is made so very welcome that it is rather alarming. The Social Democrats are running Vienna. Theirs is, as against the Chris tian Socialists who control the politics of Austria, a government of radicals. They are making a fine effort to pro vide comforts for the working people, and their housing program is one American cities might well look at with respect, but unfortunately their only source of revenue is taxation, and a tax on luxuries is one of the articles of their political faith. This means that the things which tourists are ex pected to buy are very dear, as com pared to the prices in other European countries, and much as one wants Vienna to succeed in re-establishing herself, it is difficult to believe that she can do so, unless prices are re duced. She may well be a wistful city. The Collector THE collector's wife was beginning to be very tired of it all. First there had been the books, then the porcelain and old china, then the shav ing mugs of celebrated composers. It was when her husband began to go in for pictures that she openly « rebelled. Pictures ran , into money, and there were still such items as rent and light bills to be paid. The final straw seemed to have been laid upon the back of the poor old camel, however, when her hus band purchased at auction an extensive collection of ropes of varying lengths — bits, he explained, of the very ropes that had hanged notorious criminals. What with the tric-trac of one sort and another that was constantly under foot, and the sight of those sinister ropes displayed along the walls of the upstairs corridor, the collector's wife felt that life was a complication and a predicament, a circumstance that she frequently remarked to her husband. But, undismayed, that placid, enthusi- TI4E CHICAGOAN 9 astic man went upon his way. His collection of old coins was notable; his stamp albums were famous the world over; his butterflies drew visitors from afar. Then, one day, a friend sent him from Alaska a fine moose head, with branching antlers, and it occurred to the collector that it would be an inter esting thing to bring together, in one set of chambers, a representative speci men of each of the animals of earth — stuffed, of course, for, as he often said, living animals did not attract him. Thereafter, he learned much about taxidermy, and even thought of adding a mummy to his collection, by way of including all the animals. At this junc ture, his wife threatened to leave home. It was only a bluff, but she got away with it. "Stuffed birds and snakes," she said, "are bad enough; but I shall certainly leave, the day you bring a single mummy into this house!" The collector, believing her, sighed perforce, and went without his mummy, although he wanted one very much in deed. SOME weeks after this conversation, a friend of the collector's, who had suffered the loss by death of his infant daughter, presented the collector with a very handsome and lifelike doll. It had been his daughter's, and he was ridding himself of all that might re mind him of the dead babe. It was a particularly nice doll, which had been made in Austria, and the collector promised to cherish it always. He sneaked the thing home and set it for a time upon his study table. "It shall be my specimen of the human animal," he said at last, and placed it between a stuffed monkey and a mag nificent stuffed bird from the Andes. Hardly had he finished with this labor, however, than his wife entered the room and caught him red-handed. "My God!" she cried, pointing with trembling finger at the doll, which had the appearance of a healthy infant. "What is that?" Her husband tried to explain. "You see, my dear," he began, "Thompson's little girl died the other day, and he — " He never finished the sentence. With a shriek of horror, his wife fell forward across the table and was to the end of her days a babbling lunatic. Thereafter, her husband collected to his heart's content. — VINCENT STARRETT. The Home Movies Movement A Kodak in Every Kitchen By GENE MARKEY EVERY now and then (sometimes now and sometimes then — and frequently oftener) a new Movement springs up, catches popular favor and sweeps the entire country. (And it is no simple matter to sweep the entire country, as any vacuum-cleaner sales man will tell you.) There have been all sorts of movements, including the Swiss. For example, there was the Ping-Pong Movement (if you don't mind going back a few years). Then the Burnt-Leather Spasm, with its souvenir pillows, which did so much for American art, along about 1905. After that came the Cross-Word Puzzle Mania, which, according to statistics, is still helping to keep our asylums well filled, in and out of season. Then there was the Channel Swimming Movement, offering new vacation pleasures to all American women between the ages of eight and eighty. (This Movement also gave vaudeville comedians a complete new set of jokes, to take the place of mother-in-law epigrams and cracks about Peaches Browning.) The object of this article being in formative and educational, I have men tioned the foregoing Movements just to show you what can happen during a Republican administration. There have been, as you may readily see, many Movements at different times during our history, but none of them has interfered with the national diges tion so much as the Great Home Movies Movement. This form of entertainment (good for young and old, and particularly advantageous to Osteopaths) had its origin a couple of years ago, when the camera manufacturers, having finished putting large signs every ten feet throughout our otherwise picturesque countryside, and finding nothing else to do, decided to invade the sanctity of the home. The result is that motion-picture cameras are now being sold instead of dolls and roller-skates. In kitchens where once pies and peach preserves were made, they are now making movies. Boys who used to turn the cranks of ice-cream freezers are turning the cranks of cameras. Every Home a Hollywood, is the new slogan. On all sides, households wherein peace and harmony have here tofore reigned are in a state of turmoil today because little Eloise, age eleven, considers herself a better ingenue than Mamma. And if Mamma thinks the chauffeur has more "it" than Papa, for playing love scenes, that is a matter for the neighborhood Will Hays to settle by arbitration. THE new Movement is one of far- reaching importance. (And any body knows that far-reaching import- 'If Mama thinks the chauffeur has more 'it' than Papa, for playing love scenes, that is a matter for the neighborhood Will Hays to settle" 10 THE CHICAGOAN ance is more important than import ance with, say, a short reach.) Years ago a serious thinker made the state ment that movies have wrought a con siderable change in American home life. I make the statement that Movies have now taken the place of American home life! Everywhere, from Maine to California — or, for that matter, from Vermont to Oregon (Any de sired combination of states may be had. If your dealer cannot supply you, send 10c in stamps) — families are giving up family life, and going in for motion picture production. In fact, I have heard it rumored that a "Bigger and Better Home Movies" plank is to be inserted in the Republican Cam paign platform, which already contains seven more planks than the Atlantic City board-walk. A few words regarding the ad vantages of Home Movies might not be amiss. And then again, they might. I am trying to think of some. For one thing, of course, if the children are busily engaged in writing, acting and photographing their own movies, they are not likely to get into other mis chief. In this way wilful little tots may be kept from murdering their gov ernesses, or otherwise annoying their parents. On the other hand, some of the young folks, out in Hollywood seem to have managed to get into mis chief, in spite of the healthful occupa tion of making movies. But that is neither here nor there — at least it is not here. Perhaps the most outstanding ad vantage of the new movement is that any member of the family who feels that there is a future awaiting him (or her) in "pictures," may be cured at home without the expense of a trip to California. This also saves wear and tear on parents. E have now discussed condi tions, advantages, etc., in Home Movies, which brings us down to the technical side of the "game." No doubt many of you are saying: "This is all very well, but how are Home Movies made?" For those in quisitive readers, I shall, in the next number of The Chicagoan (on sale at all better news-stands) present a course of instruction in "The Making of Home Movies, With as Little Loss of Life and Limb as Possible." If you follow the forthcoming article closely you may (or may not — depending, of course, upon the individual) be able to pick up many useful pointers. A few of the subjects covered will be: 1. How to write scenarios; 2. How to "take" movies, so that the original scenario cannot be recog nized by the author; 3. How to act in a Home Movie without hitting (kicking, or oth erwise maiming) the Director; 4. How to direct a Home Movie without hitting (kicking, or oth erwise maiming) the actors; 5. How to dig trenches for battle scenes in the front lawn, or land scaped garden. Etc., etc. The big thing to be remembered is that Home Movies — like all other kinds — are still in their infancy. And al ways will be. Success Stories //. Mere Childs Play BUSINESS was not good, and we of the Childs' Restaurants were worried. Sales had dropped off alarm ingly in certain items until a huge in ventory had accumulated. For exam ple, while our pancake factory had been rolling thirty thousand pancakes per day, sales had waned until we were only selling some ten thousand. You can see what this meant to us: no one likes to have thousands of pan cakes lying around unsold; they get dusty and deteriorate, and sometimes they curl so that it is the devil's own job to get them to lie flat again. So we had a conference, the other exec utives and myself. "The whole thing boils down to this," stated Q. P., after we had all "Oh, the futility of all this" THE CHICAGOAN n expressed our reactions. "The public is not pancake conscious." "Q. P., you're right!" said W. X., so we all started in to think like every thing. At last inspiration struck me. "I'll tell you," I said. "Let's put a pancake machine in the front window and let people see how it works. That ought to make them pancake conscious, or something." The boys all agreed that it was a great idea and we at once installed a machine in the window of a res taurant where pancake sales had prac tically disappeared. Then we waited for results. Now, I am not one to try to hide my mistakes and I am go ing to admit frankly that at first there weren't any results. Then one day when I was on my discouraged way to the office, I passed this restaurant to see if by chance we hadn't had a turn for the better. You can imagine my surprise when I found the front window the center of attraction of a throng of people conservatively esti mated at ten thousand. Inside, other thousands were clamoring for pan cakes, pancakes and more pancakes. I went in to say a few words of encouragement to the girl who was making the pancakes on the window machine and to urge her along to top speed, but found, not the plain, effi cient girl we had hired for the job, but a strange girl, a perfect knock-out of a blonde. The regular girl had gone home sick, I learned, and the new one had been hired to take her place. The crowd had collected five minutes after she started to work. In stinct told me that this was the key to our problem. We now have pan cake machines operated by beautiful girls in all our restaurants, and we simply can't supply the demand. My message to young men trying to get ahead in the great world of business is this: Genius is one per cent inspiration and ninety-nine per cent perspiration. — john c. emery. * "Because I firmly believe that Chi cago is truly a city of destiny it seems only common sense that the people of Chicago should at least co-operate with destiny." — H. Wallace Caldwell, Presi' dent of the Chicago Board of Educa tion in urging people to wor\ for the Chicago World's Fair. 'You know, Mr. Schultz, I always say it's you traveling men that know how to treat a girl refined" The Centennial Suite Chicago Looks to 1933 By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN SUITE 500, the Burnham Building, 160 North La Salle, chatters with the lively gossip of typewriters, a whis pered prelude to the stronger speech of rivet guns to be heard before the open ing of the World's Fair in 1933. Five years before that island premiere, now set for Wednesday, June 1, '33, the task of publicizing the exposition is under way. The task is, briefly, to give the Chi cago public a comprehensive view of the coming Fair so that the exposition may find a sound basis in local public approval. Oddly enough, national and even international publicity is easily had. It is the home field which is most important and most difficult to prepare. The publicity director, Joseph Breen. As ah illustration of the blending of ideas and personalities in the tre mendous Fair project, it will be recalled that the original proposal for a fair in 1933 came from Charles H. Wacker. It was Samuel Insull who shrewdly suggested that a contribution of five dollars be asked from each Chicago citizen. The "Five Dollar Campaign" was accordingly instituted and, in the cliche of organizers, "put across." Put across, however, by means of a plan worked out by Stuyvesant Peabody, who sug gested that contributions come from in dustrial groups, now 32 in number and comprising the professional, manufac turing and commercial organizations of the city. The Peabody idea, only lately developed, makes certain 300,000 in dividual gifts. These gifts serve a double purpose: First, they afford a 12 THE CHICAGOAN 'Convention tonight, Boysf concrete test of interest and civic mind- edness; and, second, since each five dollar contribution buys ten general admission tickets to the Fair islands, 3,000,000 visitors are assured. The certain attendance of 3,000,000 persons is, of course, an invaluable pledge to prospective exhibitors. The $1,500,000 raised is literally a trifle. The exposi tion will go at least $100,000,000. From Suite 500, the typewriters click the day-by-day story. SEEN five years to the future, so tremendous a project looms vague in outline and perhaps a bit disquieting to its planners. One thing- is certain, the new Fair will not be simply a larger replica of the spectacle of 1893. It must be made, as Rufus C. Dawes in sists, "a very human affair." And it should, in general, exhibit the strength and significance of a power machine age. An age of automobile, steam, airplane and electricity. The very islands, sifted into the lake as a giant hand might pour a handful of dust into a puddle, will testify mechanical genius. Of the decoration of these islands and the housing of Fair exhibits, Harvey Wiley Corbett, Chairman pro-tem of the Architectural Committee says, "Every architect, sculptor, painter and craftsman of capacity who can con tribute in marked degree toward the ultimate achievement and enduring character of the Centennial Celebration will be requested to aid the project." Abel Davis, Vice-President Chicago Title and Trust Company, and a Trus tee of the Chicago World's Fair Cen tennial Celebration, looking far to the future predicts the exposition as a start ing point for a continued expansion of Chicago in area, population and pros perity. "There will be work, work, work; pay, pay, pay," says Davis. "I believe . . . happiness and prosperity of Chicago after the celebration is as sured . . . and the only thing neces sary to guarantee it is for the people of Chicago to support the Centennial Committee now." Such is the shining forecast. Perhaps the best guarantees of a worthy exposition to mark the 100th anniversary of Chicago's incorporation as a shabby prairie village on a portage trail of the Algonquin tribes are the names of trustees affixed to the World's Fair letter head. Rufus C. Dawes, President; C. S. Peterson, Vice-Presi dent; Daniel H. Burnham, Secretary; George Woodruff, Treasurer. The Trustees are: Floyd L. Bateman, Daniel H. Burnham, C. C. Carnahan, Abel Davis, Rufus C. Dawes, George W. Dixon, Oscar G. Foreman, George F. Getz, Charles F. Glore, James E. Gor man, Edward N. Hurley, Samuel Insull, D. F. Kelly, Chauncey Mc- Cormick, Samuel Insull, Jr., Amos C. Miller, Robert R. McCormick, Stuy- vesant Peabody, Albert A. Sprague, Charles S. Peterson, Burnard E. Sunny, Ruth Hanna McCormick, and George Woodruff. Nineteen names. The broad outline. BUT back to Suite 500. Here the work is precise, meticulous, exact. Infinitely detailed. The poster contest is still to be decided on September 18. Nine of the most celebrated poster artists in the world are competitors, so the machines click. Two hundred and forty thousand school children have written of the coming Centennial — that goes to morning and evening papers. There will be music, dancing, sports, all at the Fair Islands — mark it City Editor and rush a mimieograph. The big poster with the arch on it isn't pulling so well; the Five Dollar poster is better — note it down. Here's a trade journal wants 1,500 words — see that the articles go out. The Dawes speech? Not yet. Be out soon. Just now it's being copied for mimieograph. These things are symptoms. The Fair is on its way. Service THE European type of telephone instrument, termed "cradle sets" in the offices of the telephone company, has gradually been widening its sphere of popularity. All of this, however, with no help whatsoever from the tele phone companies. Several of the tele phone companies, including the New York organization, have regarded in dulgently the growing popularity of the cradle set, but the Illinois company has until very lately assumed a contrary attitude. From time to time the instruments would creep into the offices of the tele phone company itself to serve the con venience of company officials, but when a considerable number came into evi dence an order would be issued from an exalted position and the little cradles would be tucked away until the official wrath subsided. At one time it was only possible for the common subscriber to obtain an instrument by connivance with an employe of the company. And the employes, when entering into their THE CHICAGOAN 13 secret deals, would warn subscribers that if the company detected the exist ence of a cradle set attached to a pri vate line it would be summarily yanked out and the subscriber would have no recourse other than his constitutional right of complaint which, in this case, might be answered by the telephone company under its contract with an order to discontinue completely the subscriber's service. So rather than forego entirely the sometimes dubious accommodation of telephone service most subscribers re strained their desire to utilize cradle sets and continued as afore, wrestling with the customary embodiment of the spirit of '98. Lately, however, the company has been growing indulgent. Those who knew the mysterious ways of how have been able to acquire the use of the European type telephone instrument. The company's indulgence has been spurred by an order of the Illinois Utility Commission directing that the annual rental charge for cradle sets shall be reduced from $6.00 to $3.00. Aside from the occasional annoyance, to which impatient human nature is heir, it may be allowed that the tele phone company has done a pretty fine job in creating and maintaining its system of communication. In fact, it has a right to be rated as one of the most efficient organizations of this or any other day. But the persistence of the old-fashioned type of instrument would be difficult to understand if one were to rule out of consideration the vast economic and manufacturing prob lem that would be involved in any wholesale change-over from the old in strument to an improved type. Tele phone statistics are bewildering and we would warn you to take the company's word for it that standardization on the common type of instrument is neces sary. But those who insist upon what they want, with a cheery damn for the problems of the telephone company, are now finding the road to cradle sets a decidedly easier one to traverse and with the continued help of the Utility Commission the cradle sets may be come, as Ford would put it, within the reach of all. — h. k. meddleton. * "Who was that man you saw me with? Was he a bore?" "Well, no, my dear, but OLD. Why, He was in the war!" — BRAND STORM. A Chicagoan in Biarritz "Gee, But That's the Ritz, Aint It?" By SAMUEL PUTNAM "/^EE, but that's the ritz, ain't it?" VJ How often have I heard this charming expression, in a State Street basement, over the silk remnants or the men's hosiery! And, innate philologue and fancier of indigenous idioms that I am, I have speculated mildly, times past, as to its origin. Was it a gentle man by the name of Mr. Carleton who was responsible for the thing, or — Well, where did the original RITZ come from, anyway? I decided to take a little flier to BiarRITZ and find out. I found: 1 VERY CHARMING AND NAIVE ocean; 4,713 Basque-pottery-merchants, almost as charming as the ocean but not nearly so naive; 41 old ladies on canes, 39 of whom should have been on crutches; 13 old ladies doing watercolors on the plage; 56 American graybeards, minus the beards and plus berets; 117 grand-ducal palaces; 3 near-dukes; 110 seignorial chateaux; 1,110 headwaiters with seig norial manners; A total of $1,998,997.64 in cover- ¦¥*X? ¦ 'Come over soon, dear — I've had the apartment redecorated to match my personality" 14 THE CHICAGOAN CHARGES; — — OUTFITS OF PLUS-FOURS; 1 NOW RATHER ELDERLY GENTLE MAN WHO ONCE MADE A HOLE IN ONE AND ADMITS IT; 92 (by COURTESY) FLAPPERS CARRY ING TENNIS-RACQUETS; 1 GOOD LOOKING FLAPPER CARRYING A TENNIS RACQUET; 2 PERSONS (SELF AND MISSUS) WHO WERE THERE BECAUSE THEY FANCIED THE ABOVE-MENTIONED OCEAN. 4* f* EE, but that's the ritz, ain't it?" Vj Never again, as I do my sub- basement shopping in Chicago's loop, will that expression fall upon my ears with a meaningless sound. I know now what the well known Ritz is. Haven't I been to Biarritz? Classifying our observations, in the manner of the laboratory scientist, we may, then, deduce that what goes to constitute "the Ritz" is: an ocean that everybody snubs; Real Basque pottery, made in Cincinnati, O.; Old ladies on gold- headed canes; A fondness for Balaban and Katz decors; A few Balaban and Katz grand- dukes in the offing. a chateau which one modestly TERMS A "villa." Headwaiters who pick their laundresses; A cover-charge that only speaks to the cabots; Plus-fours, ad libitum, ad in finitum ET AD NAUSEAM; The ability to speak knowingly of a "hole in one"; Tennis racquets; and oh, yes, we almost forgot A yachting-costume or two. '^l^^p>N-^k "Yes Sir; you've lost your umbrella, Sir. Thank you, Sir' AS to a yacht itself, that's rather — i well, a bit obvious, don't you think? If you like, you may add polo to the list. As for watercolors, they are quite all right in our set; but they are only for ladies who have set their official ages as far back as the early forties, and whose game at auction is no longer what it once was. As for the beret, it is altogether the thing, you know, at Biarritz, but hardly at the South Shore Country Club. One is supposed to throw away one's beret, as the Sopho more does his Montparnasse walking- stick, not later than the New York wharf, and the sort who really \now never wear them outside Gascony, and of course, never later than teatime. If you know what I mean — It has seemed to the current chron icler for some time that what Chicago really needed was not bigger and bet ter Berlitz schools, but a correspond ence course in The Elements of Ritz for stenographers, floor-walkers, movie- ushers, et al. — particularly, the et al. Our advertising-writers — especially the gentlemen who get up the clothing and cigarette ads — have been doing their best, but their efforts are, after all, more or less fragmentary. What is needed is a sort of High Hat Baedeck- er, which any ribbon-counter-lad can paste in his hat for ready reference on social — or, rather, on conversational — occasion. If the present little excur sion into the field should chance to prove useful in this respect, it will have fulfilled its unassuming destiny. "Gee, but that's the Ritz, ain't it?" A Doggy Item "I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one — " OUT in Hubbard Woods there is a garden the piece de resistance of which is a small pool stocked with gold fish and water lilies. Next door lives a Russian wolf hound to whom the pool has been a piece irresistible. For a long time it was his custom to go daily and bathe in the pool. Now the owner of the pool would have been glad to accommodate the dog, but the pool is small and the borzoi is Hlarge. In fact, the pool can just con tain the dog, but not the dog plus the fish and the flowers. When the dog plunges in, the lilies and the gold fish fly out. The owner of the pool entered a THE CHICAGOAN 15 "Nice, ain't it?" protest with the owner of the dog, but still the latter continued to take his daily bath. At last the pool owner took action. First he made a trip to the laundry and returned carrying a bottle. Next he removed the fish and plants from the pool and emptied into the water all the bluing contained in his large bottle. That day, as usual, a snow white wolf hound came to bathe — and came no more. I never saw a blue borzoi, 1 never hope to have one, But I will tell you here and now, I'd rather have than lave one. — e. v. park. Another One of Those Oases ALONG, narrow, rickety stair which is preferable to a rheumatic elevator creaks up to the second floor. An iron fire door, partially ajar, and a wooden door behind it guard the en trance to a dingy drinking room. There is no bar. Merely a cupboard and a long shelf across one wall equally useful in supporting glasses and cus tomers. Packing cases serve for tables. The establishment is outwardly a fac tory, in accord with which humorous touch the chief servitor wears over alls. Yet there remains an underlying likeness to a manufacturing organiza tion, for this is a loop place and there is no loitering. Businessmen stop in for a brisk, efficient pickup, and on long afternoons when business is dull or unusually vexatious the same man may need two or three pickups. Cer tainly the bourbon highball as here served is a great encourager. And it was a bond salesman who paradied Housman for me over a deep golden glass: "And gin does more than Babson can To justify slow days to man." A friendly fellow, this bond sales man, and gracefully literate. But usually the "factory" is self -sat isfied and unsocial — the daytime tip pler does not readily make friends. Moreover these scofflaws are of diverse interests and opinions, with little more than an afternoon thirst in common. A broker or two, a pair of bar-wise newspaper men, three salesmen, a rail way conductor just off his run, an advertising copy writer, and a police sergeant — that is an average list. Vet erans, all of them. The "factory" is no retreat for the amateur drinker who must bouse and yodel alternately. Talk is low and amiable, but aloof, reserved, modest. There is meat in it. Now and then a fine tale gets itself told. Ken Arthur is on his newspaper ex periences : <' A COP was killed out on the i\ west side, and for some reason I've forgotten his family was sore on the papers. Our City Ed sent Ben out to cover the followup yarn and to get a picture. We weren't so anxious about the story, but we did need that picture. Well, Ben was a smart lad, and a nervy, clever reporter. He took a cab out to the house. Got there all right, and peeked in the front room where a wake was going on. He knew it would be too bad if he asked the assembled and grieving Harps for a photo. So he just hung around. "Pretty soon the family and rela tives went into the back part of the house and left the corpse alone. Ben let himself in with a skeleton key — and there over the coffin was a fine enlarged photo of the deceased. Ben got a folding chair. Put it as close as he could to the coffin. Stood up on the swaying contraption and reached across the dead man for this elegant crayon enlargement. Just as he jig gled it off the hook, the chair folded up. Ben and the picture nose-dived into the corpse. (Fill it up again, Joe.) In that still room it must have made a terrible racket. A 6-foot relative 16 THE CHICAGOAN The Spirit of Izaak Walton THE CHICAGOAN 17 Another One Of Those Oases [continued from page 15] dashes in to see what the noise was about. I told you Ben was smart. He was. He lit running. Both arms hug ging the picture. He shot out of that house and the male friends and rela tions right after him. (Thank you. Joe.)" The speaker paused and meticulously sipped his drink. "And then — ?" "Why nothing. Ben won the race to his cab. That was all. And, of course, we got the picture. A man just can't run as fast as an automobile, no matter how mad he is. At that, Ben said he and the driver were pretty nervous for the first four blocks. Yeh, he won. But. Lord, what a story it would have been if he hadn't!" -GONFAL. Siren Isle A Sunday school teacher took leave of the preacher And garnered her Sunday school pay, And sailed by her ownsome, her shy little lonesome, To Capri the Island of May. So primly, so purely, so doggone de murely She started her life on the Isle, But sunshine or something, some pa ganish dumb thing Quite ruined her Sunday school style. She rented a villa and danced the contilla And learned the Italian for kiss, She swam in the water more bare than she oughter, This Sunday school tutoring Miss. Back home at the parish they're sigh- ish and swearish To think of their teacher's disgrace, But down in her villa she writes "Don't be silla, This Isle's a swell hell of a place!" — PAUL ERNST. * "Women politicians should study this question of headgear. A red hat pleases the men and gives identity to the bystander." — Emily T^ewell Blair, Vice Chairman of the Democratic T^a- tional Committee, in writing about the Kansas City Convention. JOURNALI/TIC JOURNEY/ "The Lion of Chicago" By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN A SPEAKER for the Traffic Club introducing Frank J. Loesch is somewhat ill at ease. It is as if an hon ored merchant speaking before his guild in the great guild hall were to present a baron late returned from the Holy Land. A baron with the air of crusade still about him. The nobles and burghers assembled. Down at the press table, reporters are well used to barons and burghers. They have eaten a free meal with ad mirable dispatch and chaffered across the linen. Mulroy of the T^ews has a list of notables at the speaker's table and passes the list around. Sometime since the camera men have fired off their volley. A smell of magnesium lingers. The introduction is long, flattering, heightened by uneasy humor. Ator of the Post looks to an untidy pencil and languidly assays the millionaires to either side of the chairman, Blanken- ship of the Journal is brisk but bored; he wants action and says so in a whis per. The introducer discovers a labyrinth of clues, each one hinting the name of the special prosecutor. Here it is. The name: Frank J. Loesch. Men rise in tribute, stand a second, and plunk down in their places. Frank Loesch remains standing. At the press table a half dozen pencils are put to paper. Loesch speaks slowly in a con versational tone as he begins on the findings of the Crime Commission, a body sponsored by the American Bar Association. HE is a tall man, Loesch, and old. Seventy-six years old. Yet he is strong, wide-shouldered. He stands solidly behind the speaker's table. His face is earnest. His voice, as the tale of crime and chicanery unfolds, is bit ter and accusing — he speaks, a life long lawyer outraged by a riot of lawless ness wherein the austere, half ritualistic processes of election and judicial pro cedure are twisted to the uses of so many nimble and profane rascals. Here in the very reach of the lictor's rod is fraud, from cozenage to felony. Here is corruption, bombing, kidnap ing, slugging, murder. The words are 'Don't look, Leo, but the person on my right simply hasn't a thing on' 18 THE CHICAGOAN "Auntie — Gerald has just coined three words!' slapped across the table in the faces of those below. These crimes have gone unchallenged by city and county au thorities. And not one thing done! Very well then, they are challenged now. Challenged before the whole people. Reporters write down the challenge. This, they nod to them selves, is strong stuff. Not often are names so named and figures given. Loesch goes on with his charges. The police, he says, are ignorant, ill- trained, some of them illiterate. Worse, the police are under the dominance of shady politicians who barter votes for protection. The State's Attorney is remiss in his duties, derelict in bringing offenders to justice, patently allied with crime — an alliance having its evil roots in the primary elections. Loesch's face is red now, the long legal face of Chauncey Depew, and something of the hawk in it. His voice takes on the modulance of a profes sional pleader; it sinks to an occasional damning whisper. At the speaker's table, the lords temporal of Chicago hear gravely. Joseph T. Ryerson is alert, younger than most of the men flanking the prosecutor. A little man with an Eng lish moustache and quick eyes. Seem ingly he listens politely while he in spects the audience with interest. He does not, like the others, watch the speaker. Macoy, head of the Manu facturer's Association, white haired and immaculate, looks indignant. The charges flow on. FRANK LOESCH speaks now of judges. Three judges have been in vestigated by his committee. One of them holds office illegally. Felonies have been waived wholesale, i.e., charges of felony have been scaled down in the courts so that a defendant need go on trial, not for a serious of fense, but for a trifling misdemeanor. In three months, Loesch points out, three judges have waived more felonies than seven judges waived during the preceding two years. Here is a civic wrong, clamant and ominous. Judge Olson shows little emotion. His face, too, is the long, legal face, shrewd and composed at rest. A high forehead. A bald pink scalp. A wide mouth with thin lips, an orator's mouth. He is, reporters whisper, a square judge, a lay authority on psychiatry. Loesch goes on. The fair name of a great city has been sullied. Brutality is rampant in the streets, unchecked, menacing. "Either we perish because we cannot govern ourselves," he flings down to the burghers, "or end this reign of crime and violence." Law less men have come out in the open, have invoked blood as a test — very well, the lawyer rages, then give them blood. If men set their gunmen at the polls, then decent citizens will pro vide guns against them. There will be stricter laws, implacably enforced. No man nor men are greater than the law. The law must be upheld. It is the old, old cry for violence that there may be peace, for fierce laws that there may be order. THE burghers applaud. They are mild looking men, these assembled executives, the great ones at the speak er's table and the lesser ones in the hall, all of a mould. If business is dashing and valorous, these men do not look it; they are chubby, respectable fellows, peaceable and not fighters. They must be lashed to action. Blan- kenship of the Journal gathers up his notes and starts for the telephone. Another speaker takes the floor. He presents a dreary resume of crime. No notes are taken for him. Instead, the press table resumes its whispers over identification. Who is the man third from the speaker? As usual a photog rapher wants information. It is venomously given. And a final speaker. Here is the burgher's language. If Loesch is a knight and a fighting man, his voice a rallying command, then the last speaker is a prudent townsman. He tells a mild after-dinner joke. A pat ter of laughter. He, too, deplores crime. But he speaks not as a cru sader, rather as a merchant wary of his ledgers. The World's Fair is com ing to Chicago in 1933. It will bring business, and prestige, and greatness. Now if crime is allowed to flourish many people will stay away from the city. Perhaps even the World's Fair will be imperiled. The speaker is ap prehensive. His audience nods agree ment. And, therefore, steps should be taken. He sits down. On the way out, little is said of crime. Executives chat and laugh while the hat check girl busies herself in her calling. THE CHICAGOAN 19 CHICAGOAN/ III. THE MAN 4 *l IE was always so nice to the I 1 wall flowers." They knew he was a humanitarian long before he had begun to be nice to as many of the world's wall flowers as his money and efforts could reach. What no one dimly suspected was that before he reached middle age he would be fa mous as a humanitarian. He was just Julius, one of the four Rosenwald boys, a pleasant, pink faced young man who went to dances at the club, worked hard and hoped that some day he could afford an office telephone so that he wouldn't need to use his neighbor's. During the bicycle age he enjoyed cycling so much that he introduced his oldest son to the sport as soon as the infant was of sufficient size and age to be transported. Lying in a basket sus pended from the handlebars of his father's wheel young Lessing was con veyed up and down his native Rhodes Avenue and adjoining streets. Tennis was another favorite sport with Mr. Rosenwald. Some time after his bi cycling days he was able to realize the tennis player's dream of rolling his own by building a court in his back yard. The court was private property in the technical sense only. As the first one in the neighborhood it was immediately appropriated by many boys, friends of the family, friends of the friends, friends of friends' friends and strangers. Finding an opponent became a simple matter for Mr. Rosen wald. He needed merely to step out of his door and choose one of the crowd of young racqueteers enjoying his hospitality on the court and the sidelines. This he frequently did, never interrupting a game in order to get on the court himself. Only poor health has vanquished him at tennis; nothing has robbed him of his love of the outdoors. Always a serious pedestrian, he can now fre quently be found walking with Mrs. Rosenwald in their lovely gardens. Of these there are two, a small one on the south side and another that is very comprehensive on the estate in Ravinia. THE town house is at Forty-ninth and Ellis, off the routes of sight seeing busses. Indeed a guide might Julius Rosenwald By RUTH G. BERGMAN hesitate to point it out for fear his customers would be disappointed, since it is not even the most impressive house on a street which is more at tractive than pretentious. The furnish ings, too, are simple. If a film set of a millionaire's drawing room contained as few pieces of carved wood and tapes try as there are in Mr. Rosenwald's living room, the public would lose all faith in the movies. His place in Ravinia was bought for a family. On it are the houses of two married daughters in addition to Mr. Rosenwald's own home. These, like the house on Ellis Avenue, are informal and very livable. Life, too, in Mr. Rosenwald's home, is simple. Whether or not there is any relationship between his success and the formula of early to bed, early to rise, particularly early to rise, that has always been the rule of the household. Adding to this the facts that Mr. Rosenwald neither smokes nor drinks, prefers plain food and enjoys outdoor exercise, cause him to sound like a candidate for a beauty prize or the hero of a very old fashioned novel. That is a false im pression. He has never sought pub licity or vaudeville contracts as Mr. Universe, and he is not a hero unless there is something heroic in remaining entirely human in spite of unlimited opportunity to pose as something only a trifle lower than the angels. He loves his home and takes a keen interest in everything pertaining to it, from the fine etchings to the powder which makes his log fire burn with an iri descent flame. In the latter he takes a boyish delight so keen that he even ventures to hunt for the place where it is kept, despite the friendly derision of a family which follows the ancient tradition of assuming that a man never knows where to find anything in his own home. His home life has been very happy. Always a devoted son, he was accus tomed to visit his mother every day until her death at an advanced age. With his wife he has enjoyed a rare companionship; and she has played a far greater part in shaping his career than is indicated by the infrequent public references to her. From choice she has been a silent but none the less active partner. Assuming the superi ority of two heads over one, these two have shared their problems and helped one another so eagerly that they were at one time known as a mutual improvement society. Long before Mr. Rosenwald's friends had detected any faint shadow cast before by his com ing fame, he was stimulated by his wife's belief in him; long afterward he was still living up to the standards they had set together. THEIR two sons and three daugh ters learned ideals along with Mother Goose and with their earliest lessons in mathematics were taught as an axiom that happiness increases in direct proportion to the extent to which it is shared. These children may have been born with silver spoons in their mouths but from their infancy their parents taught them how to use plated ware as well. They were brought up as happy, average children without un due consciousness of the wealth which in their family was viewed chiefly as a serious responsibility. Acting with 20 THE CHICAGOAN 'Brocaded velvet, Kid, wid pansies on a crimson ground — exactly the thing for your bout wid Terrible Tony" generosity toward all and extravagance for none, the father inbued his chil dren so completely with his ideas that now they not only applaud his lavish conception of philanthropy that would measurably deplete the estate of a Croesus, but they also follow in his footsteps. With all his seriousness in regard to duty and responsibility, Julius Rosen wald has a lively sense of humor. Ac cording to his friends, he has, in addi tion, more admirable traits than one could list without damning him with too much praise. But, indeed, without many fine qualities no man could have as many friends as he has. If to have a friend is to be a friend it would ap pear that Mr. Rosenwald had devoted his life exclusively to friendship. At one of the busiest periods of his life he made a trip of more than a thou sand miles to spend a few hours with friends who were celebrating a wed ding anniversary. He remembers to call friends by old nicknames though he may not have met them for many years and their financial status may be separated from his by many mil' lions. Things like these have endeared him to many persons. For his part he is appreciative of any small courtesy or act of friend liness. Selecting a gift for him would seem to be a perplexing task — even cigars are objects non grata. He re quests people not to give him presents. Members of his family have learned to say it with contributions to charity; but those who have ignored his prohibi tions have found him as appreciative of trifles as others are of his munificence. ALTHOUGH he has little interest in i\ the theatre he cares a great de?l for music. Like all good Ravinians, he takes much pride in the summer opera; and when he is unable to attend per formances of the Civic Opera and the Symphony Orchestra he is sure to be well represented by the family and friends with whom he has enjoyed sharing his season tickets since the early days of Campanini and Theodore Thomas. The Art Institute contains evidence of his interest in another of the arts. Not only did he and Mrs. Rosenwald present to the museum their collection of exquisite old glass but, with characteristic thoroughness, they provided a room to house it. Doing things on a big scale, how ever, has not caused him to lose his deftness for the little acts of thought- fulness that distinguish the man from the philanthropist. The citizen who has made an endowment of three mil lion dollars for an industrial museum is not often pictured as the donor of a dozen fresh eggs or a pound of home made cottage cheese. But these are favorite gifts from the miniature dairy and poultry farm on the Rosenwald estate. "He was always so nice to the wall flowers." That expresses him rather fully. After the days when he had only himself to give he said that the problem presented by the money he was making was "how to use it so as THE CHICAGOAN 21 to give and get happiness out of it." He has found that such giving and get ting are synonymous. In that sense he has been tireless in the pursuit of hap piness. One in a Million A Discovery THE other day I was riding in a taxicab, and I met the most ex traordinary driver. I'm sure he must be the only one of his kind; I've read all those stories about taxicab drivers in The ?<[ew Tor\er and I know what interesting characters the rank and file of them are. But this fellow I had was different. I began by whistling a few bars of one of the Pinafore melodies, expecting him to say a few words about his love for the Gilbert and Sullivan operas. To my surprise, he made no sign of recognition of the tune, although I whistled quite loudly and I'm sure he heard me. It occurred to me then that he might not care for Gilbert and Sulli van — that he might consider it a bit light — so I swung easily into the only Bach music that I know. (I think it was Bach stuff, although I can't be sure. Anyhow, it was pretty heavy.) Still my driver gave no sign of recognition. "Do you," I inquired, after tapping him three times on the shoulder to at tract his attention, "do you care for Brahms?" "Huh?" he replied. When I repeated my question, careful to speak in a cul tured tone so that he would not think me so inferior as to deserve no answer, he again said, or rather grunted, "Huh?" It seemed best to try another tack. "What will be the effect, do you sup pose," I inquired, "of O'Neil's 'Strange Interlude' on the American theatre?" He actually scowled as he said, "Huh?" I was near my destination now. "What do you think of modern art?" "Huh?" "What is your philosophy?" "Huh?" "How much?" "Ninety-five." He even shortchanged me! One in a million! — JOHN C. EMERY. * "I was selected the most beautiful girl in the universe partly because I have perfectly formed legs and slender ankles." — Ella Van Hueson of Chi cago, named "Miss Universe" at the Galveston, Texas, Bathing Beauty Pageant. H'ke JTA G B The Theatre Counts Its Dead By CHARLES COLLINS THE last week in June in June was a dark harvesting time in the thea tre. The old man with the scythe was abroad in the fields of drama, slashing furiously, apparently bent upon garnering the leaders of a generation. The mortality reports flowed in as if from an epidemic. At muster next September there will be no answer to these names when the roll is called: Holbrook Blinn, Robert Mantell, Leo Ditrichstein, Ben Johnson, Avery Hopwood. Three of the stars who have moved serenely in their orbits for years. One of the old guard of substantial, ad mirably trained secondary actors. And a playwright of unerring skill and preposterous success at his trade. All men whose names were famous in the streets where play-booths hang up their mazda lamps. Old familiar faces, all gone. Their personalities persist most vividly in memories of their voices — Blinn's, suavely saturnine and richly virile; Mantell's, bronze and sonorous, a great bell-note in the Shakespearean orchestra; Ditrichstein's, velvet, caress ing and gently tired; and Johnson's, slow and full, with an American twang. Hopwood's voice, of course, was in his flippant, suggestive pen, but it echoes for me in mass-responses to his salacious lines — the audience's clamor of vulgar, impenitent glee . . . All, all are gone, the old familiar voices. At one time or another I had talked or dined or drank with each of these men, but my direct contacts with them were, for the most part, scattered and casual. Ditrichstein was the only one whom I called a friend; him I had seen often and talked with for hours. And he was by far the most romantic figure of the group, although his ways were quiet and secluded, and he was not given to florid manifestations in theatre lobbies and cafes. A sedate supper party in his rooms after the show with a few comradely spirits, preferably writers, for he was himself a writer and a knowing hand at dramatic author ship — that was Ditrichstein's time to glow and reveal himself. Mrs. Ditrichstein, who mothered him eagerly, would be the only woman present. He had served in a regiment of Austrian hussars. He had known that runaway heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne who was registered in the port of missing men under the name of Johann Orth and who had almost as many pretenders as the lost Dauphin. He had fought a duel with sabers and got his man. But he was one of the gentlest creatures in the world. ALTHOUGH he had been active l on the American stage for nearly forty years, Ditrichstein always carried about him an atmosphere of Mittel-Europa. He had the worldli- ness of pre-war Vienna; he suggested old castles on the Danube, clubs in Buda-Pesth; and councils of state in Ruritania. He had a grave courtesy and a mellow cynicism. There was less of the acrid quality of the his trionic temperament — the eternal com- plainingness, the unhealing wound of jealousy — in him than in any other actor I have known. His art was suave and graceful; a romantization of mild ironies. He was the ideal actor of the comedies of Franz Molnar, but he receded from the peak of his reputation before the American vogue of that Hungarian dramatist began. He contributed to the beginning of Molnarism, however, with "The Phantom Lover," and his top-note was struck in another play of Viennese origin, "The Concert." He was exceedingly happy in a "line" of parts that were sophisticated in their 22 THE CHICAGOAN ijnnnnmr I j I \\ 1 Mm . 'Piper Heidsieck? I assume, Sir, you mean the champagne- jyj* >^t^f^cq^y^j^J^t^=^ time. The prowess of polite amorists was his vein, and he represented in fallible Don Juans who not only pursued but were hunted by ardent females with admirable taste. But he was European, and when jazz and the furor Americana came into the sex-life of the drama, he was out of date. He had ploughed his furrow; served his term; and carved his name. There was nothing left for him but retire ment. So it was an easy, painless pass ing .... Good-bye, Leo. The Best Cahallero HOLBROOK BLINN was an active leader, and he will be acutely missed. He was, at an aggres sive and sturdy middle age, still one of the moderns, and in any list of our five best actors he had to be named in a preferred position. After a long career in roles of a sinister quality and plays of melodramatic impact, he had had a brilliant metamorphosis into an interpreter of worldly comedy. In "The Play's the Thing," he filled the vacant place of John Drew. My first meeting with him was my last. That was only last season, and he was talking about acting Napoleon, if he could find the play. He would have been perfect as the immortal Corsican; he had the figure, the countenance, the Napoleonic threat of personality, and he was a great actor. My most vivid memory of him is in "Moloch," a brief-lived drama of the war period; but for most people he is the sardonic Chihuahuan of "The Bad Man," and the magnificent Mexican scoundrel of "The Dove." . . . Adios, caballero. The Great Trouper ROBERT MANTELL was the Great Trouper. He was a tall, weather-worn survivor of the stately tribe of tragedians who stalked up and down the land, breathing the im mortal phrases of the Bard. He had done more to keep the works of Shakespeare in the educational cur rent of the contemporary theater than any other man, and his adequacy for that task, before old age began to ride him, was impressive. He had all the virtues and almost none of the absurd ities of the old school. There was never a better voice for the reading of Shakespeare; never a finer figure for the impersonation of heroic and tragic roles. He did not entrance the mind, but he enchanted the ear and pleased the eye with the dignity of the classic tradition. I met him but once, and that was twenty years ago. For a vivid two hours I interviewed him, seeking back stage anecdotes of his long service in Shakespearean plays, and his flow of good stories was unceasing. Then I "ghosted" him, and the ensuing article appeared in that extinct magazine of theatre lore called the Green Boo\, bearing his signature. Upon his next-to-last engagement here, I referred in print, perhaps too unfeelingly, to his physical unfitness for the role of Romeo. No doubt I gave the impression that he was almost ready for a pair of crutches. Where upon he informally challenged me to a duel. His press agent carried the cartel, which was an invitation to a wrestling match. As the challenged party, I thought that ink-wells at twenty paces would be the appropriate weapons. To wrestle with a man as tall and as old as a cathedral struck me as being an unrewarding amuse ment. And so the incident ended. . . Vale, Mantell. THE CHICAGOAN 23 Now Showing The Cossacks [See it] puts John Gilbert under arms oftener than in and Ernest Torrence shares the merry bloodshed. Ladies of the Mob [Not necessary] proves that Clara Bow can act a gangster's sweetie and who asked her to act any way? Steamboat Bill, Jr. [For a laugh] shows how much better Comedian Ernest Tor rence is than Tragedian Ernest Torrence and Buster Keaton is in it too. Street Angel [I wouldn't] contains the stars but practically nothing else of "Seventh Heaven" and the censors didn't care for it either. The Michigan Kid [No] was written by Rex Beach but surely not this way. The Magnificent Flirt [By all means] is still the smartest picture in town. Flor ence Vidor, of course. Happiness Ahead [Yes] reveals an adult Colleen Moore more charming than the adolescent. The Lion and the Mouse [I would] makes Lionel Barrymore articulate and affords the first good reason for thinking the talkies may have a function. Half a Bride [Possibly] is an indirect descendent of "The Admirable Crichton" and no credit to the family. The Strange Case of Captain Ramper [I think not] might have been written in any grade school and probably was. A Certain Young Man [No] attempts to make Ramon Novarro comic and is suc cessful beyond intent. No Other Woman [Not tonight] exhibits Dolores Del Rio and little else. Chicken a La King [Tonight] introduces a new and promiseful comedy formula, not to mention Ford Sterling. Ramona [I suppose so] is exactly as good, bad or indifferent as was the book, if not more so. Harold Teen [For the kiddies] takes lib erties with the comic strip, if that be pos sible. The Yellow Lily [If idle] presents new camera angles on Billie Dove. His Tiger Lady [Optional] wasn't built for Adolphe Menjou, but there he is, right in the center of it. The Drag Net [Yes] gives George Ban croft the side of right, for a change, and contains new gang gags. A Thief in the Dark [Perhaps] retells the story of the trick house and the funny old miser whose death led to so much merriment. The Good-Bye Kiss [No] ought to con vince Mack Sennett that two reels ap proximate the exact measure of his talent. The News Parade [By no means] at tempts to glorify the newsreel men and makes them silly. The Hawk's Nest [Not if avoidable] should send Milton Sills back to the chair he vacated at the University of Chicago if he ever had occupied such a chair — which innumerable letters assert he never did, could or would. Sadie Thompson [Yes] is still available in the outlying houses. The Actress [Yes] .affords Norma Shearer better occupation than any previous ve hicle. It used to be "Trelawney of the Wells." <Tlie CINEMA Bye, Ear, Noise and Threat By WILLIAM R. WEAVER IT would be con fusing enough if only the pictures had become sud denly articulate, but the low wran gling indulged by local cinema oper ators has quite obscured the essen tially simple as pects of the thing that is being called the talkie. Cinema operators were ever thus, of course, but the talkie — properly the syn chronized picture, since synchronization of visibility and audibility is the thing achieved — is really not at all mysteri ous or wonderful. Indeed, it fre quently is no less than terrible. Synchronization is accomplished by two mechanical methods. When the method described as Movietone is used — and this word is being made a group noun denoting the whole — musical and incidental sounds are photographically registered on the celluloid. When the Vitaphone is used, sound is registered separately but simultaneously on a wax disc. Apparatus now being installed in the cinemas is capable of reproduc ing recordings made by either method. Each method has its advantages. While censorial shearing of a Movie tone subject results in the orchestra hurtling unceremoniously from the middle of Schubert's Serenade into the finale of St. Louis Blues, faulty opera tion can never throw the sound of an actor's voice out of time with the move ment of his lips. And while faulty operation of the machine projecting a Vitaphone subject may result in the sound of a shot being heard after the body has been carried out, skillful operation can achieve such benefits as the playing of "Sidewalks of New York" when the newsreel photographer wasn't thoughtful enough to take a band with him to Mr. Smith's favorite links. Both methods have an astound ing capacity for squawking, screeching or going totally mute at most annoy ing intervals. IN application the two methods have been given differ- e n t employment until lately. Movie tone was used for making newsreels, establishing itself on a high plane of merit in this field of operation. Vita- phone was em ployed at once for studio reproduc tion of vocal sub ject matter care fully prepared, edited and re hearsed. Both have contrived economic reproduction of a musical accompani ment, which eliminates need of an orchestra in a cinema using these films. As yet neither has been perfected to the point of eliminating cinema managers, however, and so a perfect imitation of the 1908 gramophone ballyhoo bleats atop the McVickers box office and Madison street winces. Uses to which the talkie may be put are as numerous as speakers on the sub ject, and these are as the sands of Lake Michigan. Speakers for the motion picture industry, in this its second in fancy, studiously avoid mentioning the obvious possibility of setting up tripod and Kleigs in the auditorium of a stage playhouse, recording the play as it comes across the footlights and broad casting it visibly and audibly within the week. No doubt there are deals to be made, treaties to be signed and royalty arrangements to be perfected before this can be announced with the usual battery of first line adjectives. Too, there is reasonable doubt that a cellu loid reproduction of a stage play would compete more effectively with the silent drama than the stage play itself has done in the past, in which event there would be nothing for it but to scrap these fancy phonographs and return to the business of producing entertaining motion pictures. No one seems to be giving thought to this trival necessity at this time and the fortnight ending herewith is pictorially blank. 24 THE CHICAGOAN MU/ICAL NOTE/ Ravinia, Rain and the Recitalists BY ROBERT POLLAK TH E Ravinia season got off to a good start, thanks to Queen Mario and some nifties by Otto Kahn. "The Masked Ball," an opera by Verdi based on what he thought happened in Boston during the Revolution, was scheduled for the opener. But Madame Rethberg got a bad cold (and who wouldn't in this weather?) and there was a quick shift to "Pagli- acci" and its little playmate with Queen Mario substituting in grand style and everybody happy. The opera didn't really make a lot of difference, because Commendatore Eckstein made a speech and so did the visiting Mae cenas of the Metropolitan. And he told one about a man who was asked for an address at a banquet, and he got up and gave it as something or other Park Row and sat down. Get it? The boxes were jammed with top-liners and the s.r.o. crowd was banked almost to the refectory. So it was a musical oc casion of no small consequence. The second night Yvonne Gall was heard in "Rain." Anyway we were under that impression for the first fif teen minutes as we peered through the fog from under a slicker while it poured in the park like Pago-Pago dur ing the wet season. But the rain stopped, the weather changed to clear and freezing and we beheld the familiar first act of "Louise" with Mme. Gall wrapped up in shawls and Rothier dis appointedly toasting his hands over a fake fire. FROM then on things went better. Rothier's Father is one of the Ravinia masterpieces from the stand point of both singing and acting. Claussens is satisfactory in an ungrate ful part and Gall, in the name-part, seems to be more correctly a revolu tionary than she was last year. She did some beautiful singing, particular ly in the delirious waltz solo of the last act. As for Johnson, he was scarcely conserva tive in gesture, but the threshing and flailing may have been for the pur pose of getting up a little circulation. The Montmarte Carnival scene had verve and sincer ity. Hasselmans conducted, as he always conducts this opera, with genuine distinction. On the second Saturday night of the season the Rethberg-Martinelli combi nation did considerable golden singing in an enthusiastic performance of "Aida." The Ravinians, despite the insufficiency of stage soldiers and cer tain scenic limitations, make of Verdi's opera an Egyptian Delight. Danise, D'Angelo and Lazzari added satisfac torily a group of fine solo voices as, respectively, the Ethiopian King, the Egyptian King and High Priest. Bour- skaya's Amneris, although pictorially successful, did not stand up vocally with the rest of the cast. LEE PATTISON and Percy Grainger -* have opened the midsummer re cital season for which the various musi cal college organizations are largely re sponsible. Pattison was heard the af ternoon of June 28 in Kimball Hall be fore a perspiring but very friendly audience in Debussy, Ravel, and Bee thoven. Included on the program, also, were the Visions Fugitives of Prokofieff, a series of bitingly sardonic little piano pieces, each one as nice as a fine print. Pattison is most intelli gent in his attitude toward this type of music. He demonstrated a facile tech nique and, later, in some sketches of his own, a pleasant talent for composi tion. Grainger, incumbent guest teacher at the Chicago Musical College, where he has each summer a devoted following, played earlier in the week a group of the Bach-Busoni Chorales and some Debussy. We have always held to the opinion that, although Harold Samuels is supposed to be the last word on Bach and Grainger is supposed to be given largely to sensational stunts on the con cert platform, the Australian is one of the most convincing and logical inter preters of the great Kantor in the world. His readings of the Chorales have vision and dignity and the funda mental strength that Stokowski has im parted to Bach in his orchestral tran scriptions. IN the summer it is time to talk about dance music a little, too, what with everyone listening in on Coon-Sanders and Guy Lombardo. Yet highly re garded as these gentlemen and their bands are, a passing word for Isham Jones, dispensing gentle rythm at the Balloon Room in the Congress. Jones has always had skillful orchestrators, but at the College Inn he used his brasses with such overwhelming effect that the politer nuances of modern dance orchestration were often utterly lost. He has changed for the better and has, we insist, the best orchestra in town. Furthermore he isn't obligated to the radio audiences and can afford to neglect "Ramona' 'and "Coquette" and such like dance tripe for the music from "Show-Boat," the "Connecticut Yankee" and "Present Arms." And the Kerns, and Rodgers and Youmans fellows are writing the best musical comedy scores in the world. Wax Works RAMONA, an epidemic that has swept the country like Valencia and Yes, We Have No Bananas, has been recorded for Victor by Dolores Del Rio, the sultry movie star. She has a sweet enough voice and the number is 4053. We await early releases of La Paloma, sung by Billie Dove, and Won't You Come Back to Me, Douglas? sung by Our Mary. Chloe, the Swamp Song, has been sym- phonically manhandled by Paul White- man and his Concert Orchestra. The re sult is something grand, if you don't want the ditty to dance to. On the other side is an old'timer from Naughty Marietta, the whole listed as No. 3 5921, Victor. You Took Advantage of Me, from Pre sent Arms, the latest musical success of the Field, Rogers, Hart combination, has been recorded by Fred Rich and the Ho tel Astor (yes, New York) Band. This is a sly tune and the other hit from the show, Do I Hear You Saying: I Love You, is on the reverse. These are what the correct whistlers will be whistling in a month or so. THE CHICAGOAN 25 I 1!$j(dMoiC The North Shore Musical and Social Season Gets Under Way at Ravinia Park. The Initial Exhibit: "Pagliacci" and "Cavalleria" the well-known Ham and Eggs of Ofieradom 26 TWE CHICAGOAN Twenty-one Thirty Lincoln Park West Even if Location were all — Twenty- One Thirty Lincoln Park West would be extraordinary I Entirely co-operative building possessing fea tures that are even more notable than its superb location. Here the own er may personally de sign his own apartment — here he is guaranteed * that his assessments shall not exceed the es timated cost — here every apartment over looks the lake, park and city, here are rooms of adequate size, beautiful appointments and every known convenience and utility. A fashionable residence that is finding favor among those who can afford to be critical. Six Rooms, 3 Baths, and Larger Purchase Prices $14,400, and higher For further particulars and ap pointment tor inspection apply to Audrey Good. Lincoln Park West Trust 2130 Lincoln Park West Lincoln 8631 The CmCAGOENNC Perfwhe and Personality By ARCYE WILL LAST week I went to Indianapolis -i for beauty week at the L. S. Ayres store. It seems to me that we of a large city are too prone to self satis faction and wave aside anything our sisters in the smaller cities do. Never theless you would have been amazed at the attractiveness and ef ficient service displayed there. Of the big houses, Elisabeth Arden, Primrose House, Dorothy Gray, Lucien Lelong, Delettrez and Helena Rubenstein sent spe cial New York representa- tatives. The array of creams, lo tions, powders and perfumes was as long as from here to the North Pole. (That has a pleasant, cool sound to it.) I'm not going into detail about these different houses but will try and cover them one by one for you with their individual specialties. I heard a great many things about perfume that were in teresting to me and I'm hoping you will think so too. In the first place some of the French perfumes are bottled over here, the different ingredients coming over in a solid form to be blended here. Many of the ingredients, by themselves, are very disagreeable as to odor. Musk, used in great quantity in Oriental per fumes, is unbearably so. IN the application of perfume the French women are superb. Don't ever put perfume on your clothing or accessories, with the exception of your flower boutonniere (without it there is nothing colder or more artificial look ing in the world). A really fine perfume will spot ir reparably, the kind that doesn't you can be sure is not pure, good, or last ing. By applying with a fine sprayer to the body your own degree of warmth will change it sufficiently to make it more yours than any trick mixture you can buy. Then, when dressed, place a touch behind your ears, at your hair line, nape of your neck and on your wrists — an old Greek sage said this was the most fascinating place of all. Perhaps he wasn't so old? You will find the results dainty and lasting. Not just a knock out dose when first step ping out of your boudoir. While I think of it, the idea of sev eral different perfumes to go with dif ferent costumes of the day has never appealed to me. Wouldn't you much rather have a distinctive perfume all your own, and be known by it? You couldn't possibly be anything but a pot-pourri the other way. Two thousand B. C. wom en used perfume. Myrhh, frankincense and myrtle. Some even had stills where they brewed their own blend — still talking of perfumes mind you. IT'S been almost impossible to find anything of inter est in clothes this week. Everywhere I go they are having sales and the new models won't be in for an other month, so I can't tell you a thing. Mme. Alia Ripley, Michigan ave., has two new hats. One small black velvet with a grograin faced brim. Down on one side with the proverbial gardenias, but more unusual than usual. Up on the other side with a little quirk that's most attractive. A gray angora felt, plain under brim so that it isn't heavy on the face. Trimmed with two tone ribbon and a snappy pearl cala lily. A lovely Baku natural straw for right now with narrow royal blue vel vet ribbon wound through the crown and queerly pressed pleat brim. This would look well with all sorts of things. In Mme. Ripley's ready-to-wear are all varieties of chiffons, sport dresses. One very smart Rodier scarf, top, prin cipal coloring the browns, yellows and reds with a touch of white. Dark brown pleated skirt. Her made-to-order department is not ready to show the new models, but one, depicted in accompanying sketch, should be good for a long while to come. The fagotting (still remaining my pet) is the main detail. V neck, ties at the hips in front with a small THE CHICAGOAN 27 'Oh, dear, I wonder if I'll have to change my brows to match this bonnet" bow, no belt line other than this. Al lowing pleated underskirt to show be tween over skirt which ripples quite a bit at each side. Most unusual sleeve and cuff, formed from extra material fagotted on. This is in black crepe over white but can be had in any shade. Passing Peacocks at the Palmer House I saw the new little colored rub bers. These are really just soles and look very well with your white shoes. Especially if the shoe is trimmed in a corresponding shade. WP. NELSON at the Drake ? was taking inventory so everything that had been hidden away was out in view. I truly was surprised with the great variety of lovely things shown. I've always wanted the kind of bed-room I saw complete there. A lovely, unusually shaped French wal nut bed on a platform! What a dream. The back goes up in a small arch and the ends are low. This has a match ing crown from which lavendar and blue hangings fall and the dressing table is draped in the taffeta with a large screen mirror standing in back. There are end tables, too, and though «*TT^ 19 It's a Mozart Year Edward Moore says: "Claire Dux is the best Mozart singer in the world.'" HEAR her exquisite Mozart recordings for the Brunswick Pana- trope. Have the music you want, when you want it ... . in the phonograph way. And then, with the same instrument, draw from the air the rich offerings of the great broadcasting sta tions. Everything delightful in musical entertainment is yours in the with RADIOLA You can obtain it now from the electric light company in Chicago; also the straight Brunswick Panatrope (phonograph only) and Brunswick Hall-of-Fame Records. Come in and let us play something for you . . . anytime. E COMMONWEALTH EDISON C LECTRIC SHOPO 72 West Adams Street I didn't notice any particular piece to put your clothes in, I saw several lovely painted and satinwood rounded chests that would be perfect. There is a modern desk suite, ' dark stained maple with white porcelain knobs on everything, that would be the joy of some young man's heart. I wouldn't mind having it myself, for I never saw such marvelous room to put your pet possessions? There are many beautiful lamps, a Carrara marble table with a grape de sign on the top that is far less heavy looking than customary, a set of old Waterford glass, service plates and a lime color glass cigarette holder. Tubu lar shape. The top being a little ash tray. Very neat. * The Man Who Knew Coolidge, by Sin clair Lewis. (Harcourt, Brace.) An artist may conceivably become so realistic that as soon as buy his still-life of a banana one might prefer to get the ba nana itself — for less money. Mr. Lewis has reached this point in his report of the conversations of Lowell Schmaltz,. Anyone who has not the time to read the book can get it all by keeping his ears open the next time he travels on a Pull man. 28 TI4E CHICAGOAN The Mode in Make-Up Chameleon'like the complexion must match .the occasion . . . gold-brown skin for the "siesta" on the sands . . . brilliantly white skin for "after six." But, of course, never a natural tan, since that is as unfashionable as it is hazardous! As usual, those "in the know" are choosing their summer complexions from the HELENA RUBINSTEIN collection. For daytime "wear," we suggest Valaze Sun-Tan — the alluring color scheme of an Arabian skin, bottled and ready for use. Paris calls it "Baume Gypsy," but no Gypsy could possible be as fascinating as the American girl who uses this exotic foundation. It is sunproof and water proof too! (2.50). In another bottle, Helena Rubinstein offers you an incredible creamy-white loveliness which in all the world, there are but two ways of achieving — being born in Devonshire, or using Valaze Water Lily Foundation. (2.00). And to complete the facial ensemble, there is Valaze Water Lily Powder, in textures to suit all types of skin and in tones to accent every type of beauty (1.50); the inimitable Valaze Rouges — cream or compact, 1.00 to 5.00; and that smartest and most modern of lipsticks, Cubist, to match the rouges — -Red Raspberry for day time, Red Geranium for evening (1.00). Individual Color Schemes For expert advice on "personality make-up," for color schemes suited to your own individuality, visit the Maison de Beaute Valaze. A course of treatments will insure the loveli ness of your skin from now until Autumn. Rubinstein Creations are obtainable at the better shops or order direct 670 N. Michigan Avenue Chicago. Telephone for Appointment — Whitehall 4242 8 East 57th Street, New York Paris Philadelphia Boston London Detroit Newark BOOK/ The Soames Saga Ends By SUSAN WILBUR B Y its title, "Swan Song" threatens to be the end of the For syte novels. And as old Soames breathes his last one finds oneself wondering just what Mr. Gals worthy is going to do without him. Who now shall speak for him when he feels like saying a thing or two about modern art, or discussing British war memo rials from more viewpoints than the patriotic? For he must be heard. And what, by the way, are the rest of us going to do? With all due re spect to everybody, the Forsytes were getting to be just a little like the Alley bunch. You read about the Alley bunch, partly to get a laugh, of course, but chiefly to keep up with what they are doing. And so with the Forsytes, it was getting more and more that you read about them not simply to be reading a novel, but because you want ed to find out what these old friends of yours had been up to since the last time. In plot, "Swan Song" is Fleur's sec ond round with Jon, and like the first it ends fatally. It begins at the time of the general strike, when Fleur, run ning a railway station canteen, just sees Jon sitting there at the counter one evening, quite dirty after stoking an engine all day. The next question is of course how to see him some more. Fleur decides that it can only be ac complished by accident. She plans a number of accidents. Then Kit gets the measles. Fleur sees him through them and then goes on planning accidents. As Jon himself puts it, these accidents "do not seem to make for happiness." Furthermore, he is more in love now with his wife than he is with Fleur. Nonetheless Fleur wins out. But, as in the first round, she succeeds in winning only to lose. FLEUR never quite takes the fore ground, however. She and Jon are the echo of her father, Soames, and his first wife, Irene, with Soames still the sufferer, still the unheroic hero. And the point of the book is still Soames — Soames handling all man ner of difficult situations, but un able to do anything but muff the essen tial ones. He can make a thief re turn a snuff box. He can save most of his pictures single handed be fore the arrival of the fire engines. But when it comes to Fleur's happiness, he simply isn't any help at all. It seems a bitter shame that Soames should die. At seventy-one with his digestion, one expected him to see ninety at least, like old Timothy. But on the other hand, these sequels to the Forsyte Saga were undoubtedly begin ning to present something of a canvas. As a problem in mapping, Balzac's "Comedie Humaine" was becoming child's play by comparison. Dambi THERE is perhaps no one thing that children like better to read about than talking animals. And the rest of us can be made to like them provided we are assured in advance by a foreword of John Galsworthy that they are not likely to talk about just the same things that Thornton Bur gess's animals talk about. Seventy-five thousand of us are, for instance, expected to read about Bambi — the book is by Felix Salten — a new born deer of the Vienna woods. That is, seventy-five thousand of us will be privileged to get in on the first edition. Bambi hasn't a little house in the woods, nor does he go tripping about with a basket. But he does get on speaking terms with the various ani mals of the forest quite as Thornton Burgess's animals do. He also comes to grips with man, and infers from the TUEO4ICAG0AN 29 data things that sound very much like the things that the old schoolmen used to infer from their observations about God. In outline Bambi's life is the deer's life of any natural history. In implication it is by way of discussing some of the profoundest and philosophi cal and aesthetic and sociological prob lems. * Paragraph Pastime "Monsieur Croche, the Dilletante Hater" (Viking) is the title of a series of papers by Claude Debussy. The banker-composer was critic as well, a man of priceless mental qualities and rare style. With that peculiar clarity that characterises so much of his music he turns from Massenet, to D'ndy, from Wagner to Berlioz with a mind of searchlight precision. Debussy the composer gives way for the moment to Debussy the monologist and critic. Georgie May, by Maxwell Bodenheim. (Boni & Liveright.) What does a lady of an evening think about? Mr. Boden heim has ascertained and he tells us not only what she thinks about but what she says — and in the language in which she says it. He treats his theme with dignity and makes it tragic. Prophets True and False, by Oswald Garrison Villard. (Knopf.) Not only the two major candidates for the presidency but two of our outstanding Illinois fig ures — Frank O. Lowden, whom Mr. Vil lard admires, and Charles G. Dawes, whom he does not admire so much — are portrayed in this series of vivid critical portraits. The Tree of Knowledge, by Pio Baroja; translated by Aubrey F. G. Bell. (Knopf.) The life story of a young Spanish phy sician, a visionary condemned to live among sordid materialists, told with Ba- roja's tragic power and quiet irony. This is the seventh volume of Baroja to be issued in America. Her Knight Comes Riding, by John V. A. Weaver. (Knopf.) Only he wasn't a knight — for "Johnny" Weaver, once of Chicago, now of New York, knows that even the nicest New York office girls simply do not draw knights — but know how to make the best of what they do draw. Examples of Modern French Archi tecture, by Howard Robertson and F. R. Yerbury. (Scribner.) Houses, shops, apartments, theaters, and public markets, all exemplify modern but not extreme architectural design. Some of the dwell ing houses are just as startling at first sight as Frank Lloyd Wright's were at first sight — though their planning is quite different. These plates show most im pressively that the modern architect has at his disposal a wealth of forms far -Lhrough the Ionic columns of the stately Hendrik Hudson Dining Room one glimpses a beautiful mural by N. C. Wyeth, depicting the historic journey of "The Half Moon" up the Hud son. Herbert Sohman's string ensemble plays for tea and dinner. \^sosmopolites who have exchanged greetings at the celebrated hotels of the Continent are not sur prised to meet again at The ROOSEVELT . . . For here they find a repetition of the same air of refine ment — the same characterful service and superior cuisine . . . with the added touch of American cordiality. <> <? <? 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Amor Skin is packaged and sealed in Germany and imported to this country only by Amorskin Corporation Steinway Hall, 111-113 W. 57th Street New York City AMOR SKIN i4 — SK about Amor Skin at any of the leading department stores, drug stores and specialty shops or send coupon for interesting booklet. Single Strength (for women between the ages of twenty and thirty-five) . . S16.50 Double Strength (for those beyond thirty- five or for difficult cases) . . . $25.00 Amorskin Corporation 111-113 W. 57th St., New York City Please send booklet Address_ Cndorsed by promi nent physi cians both here and abroad. greater than he has utilized — outside of Europe, at least. We Are Incredible, by Margery Latimer. (Sears.) Miss Latimer's first novel is an extraordinary study of the evil influence of a good woman — who lives for beauty and by her own beauty freezes the move ment of life in both the men and the women who love her. The vampire motif in terms of strictest realism. J. T. Jr.: The Biography of an African Monkey, by Delia J. Akeley; illustrated with photographs taken by Carl and Delia Akeley. (Macmillan.) This rather awk ward title covers a delightful book. J. T. was a female monkey brought to New York and allowed to live in a flat — with the Akeleys. She was a coquette and in some other respects startlingly human. The Hows and Whys of Cooking, by Evelyn G. Halliday and Isabel T. Noble. (University of Chicago Press.) Most cook books tell you to put so much in a vessel and cook so long. This book tells you a little of that but only enough to make a text for its main message, which is "Why?" and "What Happens?" In other words, here is the chemistry of cooking for the intelligent housewife. The Battle of the Horizons, by Sylvia Thompson. (Little, Brown and Co.) This new novel of Sylvia Thompson's, dealing with the changes that have come to Eng' land since the war, is in a way a sequel to "The Hounds of Spring," which dealt with the war itself. Paris, France Dear Chicagoan: NATIONAL "weeks" are not ex clusively an American booster institution, as evidenced by La Semaine des Pois which Paris celebrated last week. The modest little green peas came into their own and in a city that cherishes all fetes peas reigned su preme, giving not only gastronomic pleasure to gourmands, but also serving as inspiration for novel confiserie prod ucts and style innovations. The end of green pea week ushered in another, this time, the Grande B Ideal SummerVacations A ermudA OnJy 2 Days G-omNewftrkJL Jk Low, all-expense inclusive tours. Eight days, $102 (up). Two sailings weekly by palatial, new motorship "BERMUDA," 20,000 tons gross and S. S. "FORT VIC TORIA." 7<iote: Bermuda is free from Hay Fever CANADIAN CRUISES 12 days, New York-Quebec via Halifax, N. S. A day each way at Halifax and two days at Quebec for sight seeing. S. S. "FORT ST. GEORGE" July 14 and 21, Aug. 11 and 25. Round Trip — 12 days — $140 up One Way to Quebec — $75 up For illustrated booklets write Furness Bermuda Line 307 N. Michigan Ave. Chicago 34 Whitehall St., New York or any authorized agent 444 LMONj AN APARTMENT BUILDING OF SUPREME EXCELLENCE Just Around the Corner from Everything You Wis In the heart of an exclusive section, removed from noise and crowds, yet with the Park, Lake and transportation quickly available, these beau tiful apartments, consisting of six rooms, three baths, en closed sleeping porch and breakfast room, offer a most desirable residence of atmos pheric charm, RENTALS $22500 to $2754)0 Write or telephone .for i»- f or motion to C. Stripling OMAN 8C LILIENTHAL Managers Tribune Tower Superior 2372 TI4E CHICAGOAN 31 Semaine which began last Sunday with the Grand Steeplechase at Auteuil and will finish with the Grand Prix at Longchamps the next. Paris couturiers ever seeking to display their wares have noticed the dearth of four-in-hands which in years gone by set out from the Place de la Concorde for the Bois, and have decided to come to the rescue by sending their mannequins out to Auteuil by coach and four; thus "Drags Day," long a Paris social event, will be saved. Not only racing has marked the Grande Semaine, how ever, for last night a memorable event took place in the form of a great cos tume ball given in their magnificent house in the rue de Varenne by the Due and Duchesse de Doudeauville, at which their more than five hundred guests wore dresses of the Regency period. It will be recalled that last year at a similar fete given by Lord and Lady Aberfeddy at Venice, the entire evening was ruined by the ap pearance of a member of the Italian Royal family who appeared uninvited. Although it was his privilege and he was quite welcome, yet his presence according to Italian court etiquette pre vented the wearing of masques, a relic of medieval times when the reigning houses forbade masques in the presence of royalty, as safety depended then on eternal vigilance against the poignard. Hence the elaborate costumes planned for this carnival lost their effect be cause the masques could not be worn. The French with characteristic sang froid have no misgivings in this direc tion, so last evening's affair proved a huge success. FRANTIC advertisements for more girls are being issued by the Paris telephone company, which since the installation of new automatic tele phones has discovered that in some in explicable way these new phones re quire more girls to run than the old system did. Many have applied, but alas, as a Government organization everyone is not eligible. The job, so says M. Bokanowski, pays twenty- three francs a day! A rather dramatic termination to a seance promoted by M. and Mme. Alexandre and Blaise, a medium, of Mantes, has occupied the press for the past few days. A member of the Metaphysical Institute and a newspa perman repaired to a spiritualistic seance as many American, Japanese and Australian experts had before "OLD RUBBER RIBS" says — The way to save tire money is to open a charge account with us, ride on Michelin Tires and get free service on them at our mid- town drive-in station. Michelins outrun all other tires. Our bills are not due until the 15th of the month fol lowing purchase — at the wholesale price. We change tires for you and repair tubes — for nothing. Next time you're downtown — drop Auto Owners Supply Co* 2115 Michigan Boulevard Telephones Calumet 3041-3275 VAMnWDN *tjake Wawasee Qolf — Health and Comfort Indiana's Finest 18-Hole Golf Course One of the most luxuriously furnished hotels in America. Situated in an exclusive environment overlooking the beautiful Lake Wawasee. Every recreational feature, including golf, bathing, fishing, motoring, yachting, horseback riding. The best service and table that money can produce. Accommodations for 300. Fireproof building, every room with private bath. George Stcherban and His Petrushka Club Gypsy Orchestra — Direct from Chicago 'The Wawasee" HOTEL and COUNTRY CLUB On Lake Wawasee — Wawasee, Indiana Management: W. L. Gregory and L. Hicks On the Shores of Indiana's Largest Lake — the Playground of the Middle West Write for Reservations 32 THE CHICAGOAN 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 them. The spirit of Madeleine, a ' daughter of M. and Mme. Alexandre, was made to appear as a phonograph began to play the "Berceuse from Joce- lyn." Among other things the white form did was to embrace the mother, strike seven notes on the piano, and distribute flowers. Madeleine's robe was transparent, however, and the member of the Metaphysical Institute observed suspenders underneath and with rare promptitude, under such cir cumstances, seized the arm of the phantom as his companion grabbed the apparition by the neck and flashed an electric lamp in its face, the lower part of which was obscured by cotton, which on removal revealed the face of Blaise the gardener. The sceptics shouted, "Imposture," but the promoters count ered with, "Seize them," and suiting action to the word M. and Mme. Alex andre with twenty sympathetic guests attacked the two men. At the local police commissary, the promoters as serted that the two men attacked the spirit of their daughter, whereupon, "my dear Madeleine retired behind the curtain where the medium slept." Blaise declared that he owed M. Alexandre 7,000 francs and that he was paid to examine the "aura" of people attending the seance but on the last occasion he was truly asleep. The police sifted the stories, fined the pro moters, warned the sceptics of too much assiduity and settled back for a good laugh, as M. and Mme. Alexandre still continue holding seances. THE horse which has almost disap peared from Paris streets came into its own with the opening of TEx- position des Chevaux at the Goupy Galleries, which is this week's novel ex position of the arts. Although the ex position of old paintings of North and South America still attracts crowds, yet the paintings of horses and races, along with notable sculpture, among them a mother and foal group by Briosset, lure many from the New World exhibits at the Musee des Arts Decoratifs, not so far away. Bemoaning the disappearance of the horse from the streets and the lesser margin of safety in this motoring age, a group of French pedestrians organ ized last Monday "the group of pedes trians," elected officers and decided to devote their efforts to seeing that laws are passed protecting them in their meanderings through Paris streets. — PERROT. theALDffy^ vOO°*tO0PERAr/^i 507 VUHNE AVE. NEAR SHERIDAN ROAD Just Twelve Minutes from your office — This Charming Home The Aldine is ideally located. Quite removed from all the unpleasantness of traffic con gestion and crowds, yet but, „ twelve minutes by motor "from the loop — of course you'll find these five and six room apart ments possess every desirable feature — and more — Plan to inspect them now. A few apartments available ? on sub-lease rentals: 4 ROOMS 6 ROOMS $130 00 $215.00 for particular* icrilr or telephone C. Moloney OMAN 8C LILIENTHAL Managers Tribune Tower Superior 2372 Good show, Gerald? Very favorably reviewed in The Chicagoan. And the time? Eight-thirty; why? But Gerald, it's eight-ten now — My dear, you know I always make my selection of tickets at COUTHOUI Unquestionably- The Chicagoan — and a gaily assuaged conscience in the matter of summer reading. J ~\ v. IN the next issue Arthur Bissell re-creates Old Prairie Avenue Days. Samuel Putnam visits Monte Carlo. Francis Coughlin discov ers Mechanical Amusements— Adaptable to Warm Weather. Gene Markey further ex plains the Home Movie Scenario. Helen Lob- dell sketches "Sport" Herrmann. And sooth ing critical essays on Stage, Books, Cinema and Music by Charles Collins, Susan Wilbur, William R. Weaver and Robert Pollak. The newsstands, July 28. r VINCENT RICHARDS Popular Tennis Star, writes : "Immediately before and after my important tennis matches 1 obtain the greatest possible comfort and satisfaction from Lucky Strikes. A tennis player must guard his throat carefully, and that is why I smoke only Luckies — they are mild and mellow, and cannot possibly irritate your throat, and my wind is always in splendid shape." "*^«*^ *9 r*» ©1928, The American Tobacco Co., Inc. 6* It's toasted >m& No Throat Irritation No Cough.