For For* o i £b+ End i o£ September 8. 1928 aura # Price 15 Cents ^ <y. U. Si Pat. Of. VICTROLA RADIOLA, MODEL SEVEN-ELEVEN VICTECLA and ALL-ELECTEIC LALICLA 18 IN A CABINET both CCLCCEUL and CHARMING. EXCELLENT VALUE STEGER & SONS PIANO MFG. CO. 28 E. Jackson Blvd. 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. 12— For the fortnight ending September 8. (On sale August 25.) Entered as second class matter at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TI4E CHICAGOAN You'll learn how fast is fast, why two and two make four, what country is surrounded by water and why do the stars only shine at night? And you 11 sit at a big desk and study and you'll stand up before class and recite. The teacher and children will scrutinize you up and down . . . Yes, it all sums up to just one thing — you'll have to look your best and the best place to get smart children's apparel is On the juvenile ^Jloor, the 4th MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY 2 TUECUICAGOAN OCCASIONS GOLF — Amateur Western, Bob'O'Link, Au- gust 26; Walker Cup, Chicago Golf Club, August 30-31. LABOR DAT — September 3 — Working men work at celebration of their estate; idlers at idling. SCHOOL— September 4— A dark day for young Chicago. UNVEILING— September 8— A new Chi cagoan, further revealing the civilized interests of the Town. TRACK OPENING— The racing industry off to a new start on track and mutuels at Arlington, August 28. STAGE Musical Comedy GOOD NEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. A nifty and mildly naughty show done against a college background some distance back. Lively, tuneful, pleasant. The ideal summer the atre piece. And bids fair to run until the football season. See it. Curtain 8:20. Thursday and Sat. 2:20. GREENWICH VILLAGE FOLLIES— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A salty, riotous thing in the unrefined Shubert tradition. Worth seeing. Mu sic, gals, smut cracks and the excellent clowning of Dr. Rockwell. Speaking Parts ELMER THE GREAT— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. George M. Cohan and Ring Lardner give lines to the bush leaguer incarnate in Walter Huston. The best speaking play in town. Curtain 8:30. Sat. 2:30. TRAPPED— 54 West Randolph. State 8567. A thriller off with the barrier but a fold-up in the stretch. Reviewed by Charles Collins in this issue. Curtain 8:25. Wednesday and Saturday 2:25. EXCESS BAGGAGE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A hit, though this observer didn't like it and still doesn't. But see it. Here for the frost, perhaps. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed 2:20. BY REQUEST — Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. A comedy with El liott Nugent to be reviewed in an early issue. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. SPORTS BASEBALL — Cubs: Boston at Chicago, August 24, 25, 26; St. Louis at Chicago, August 27, 28, 29; Cincinnati at Cincin nati, August 30, 31, September 1; Pitts burgh at Pittsburgh, September 3, 3, 4; Cincinnati at Chicago, September 7, 8, 9. White Sox: Philadelphia at Philadelphia, August 25, 27, 28, 29; Cleveland at Chi cago, September 1, 2; Detroit at Chicago, THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Sports, by H. O. Hofman Cover Current Entertainment for the Fort night Ending September 8 Page 2 Compatible Caravansaries 4 Notes and Comment By Martin ]. Quigley 7 "The Chicagoan's" Own Trave logue, by Peter Koch 8 "So You're from Chicago — ," by Sam uel Putnam 9 Lakeside Repartee, by Hermina A. Selz 10 The Original Gold Coast, by Arthur Bissell 11 There's No Place Like Home 12 A Positive Reaction, by Clarence Biers 1 3 The Marriage Court, by Francis C. Coughlin 14 "In the Good Old Summer Time, with an all'Star cast 15 Chicagoans at Home, by Margrette Oatway 16 Newsprint, by Ezra 18 The Stage, by Charles Collins 19 Colleen Moore, by Nat Karson 20 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 21 On the Boulevard, by A. R. Katz~~ 22 Benny Yanger — Chicagoan, by Ran dolph Wells 23 Books, by Susan Wilbur 24 Music, by Robert Pollak 25 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 28 Town Talk 31 (7 September 3, 3, 4, 5; Cleveland at Cleve land, September 6, 8, 9. NOTE: Babe Ruth makes his final bow of the season to a Chicago audience September 20, 21, 22. BOATING— August 25, Columbia Y. C. Regatta (open). All classes. Off Naval Pier, 2:30 p. m. Seventeenth Annual Triangular Race, C. Y. C. (open). August 31. C. Y. C. Club race (closed). September 1. Second Leg Triangular, September 2. Third Leg Triangular, Sep tember 3. Jackson Park Y. C. Michigan City Race, September 2 (open) 10 a. m. GOLF — Woman's Western, August 20-25, under W. G. A. auspices, Indian Hill Golf Club. Western Amateur, W. G. A., August 27-September 1. Bob o' Link Golf Club. WALKER CUP MATCHES, competition between picked British and American stars under U. S. G. A. auspices, August 30, 31. Chicago Golf Club. POLO — August 26, President's Cup Play at Oak Brook. September 3, Army and Navy Trophy at Oak Brook. September 2, Gen. William Lassiter Trophy at Oak Brook. September 9, Kax Kah Khan Trophy also at Oak Brook. TENNIS — Beverley Hills Women's Open. Beverley Hills Tennis Club, August 27. Labor Day Tournament, Park Ridge Ten nis Club, September 1, 2, 3. BOXING— At the Midway Gardens, Sep tember 3, 10, 17. RACING — Arlington Track, opens August 28. CINEMA Downtown UNITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — John Barrymore in Tempest. Usu ally the best picture in town; always the best picture show. Polite company. No fireworks. Continuous performance. North GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon — Pictures that talk, stage entertainments produced by the consummate Albert Kopek, a cool, commodious cinema constructed in the not too Spanish manner. Continuous, 1:30 to midnight. West MARBRO — Madison at Crawford — Best cinema entertainment west. Vocal cellu loid, musical humanity, stage notables in person. Princely but pleasant appoint ments. From 1:30 daily. South AVALON— Stony Island at 79th— An ar chitectural wonder and South Shore's favorite cinema. A speaking screen, a singing musical director, a magic atmos phere. CAPITOL— 79th at Halsted— Forerunner of the Avalon, architecturally, and still delightful. Pictures with sound, stage en tertainments, spacious parking grounds. [continued on page 4] THE CHICAGOAN 3 Alright then, Herbert, I'll Meet you at Revell's ! When Mr. and Mrs. (present or future tense) plan the purchase of furnishings for the home . . . it's the keenest sort of good judgment to meet at Revell's. This Removal Sale of Revell's is unquestionably the most outstanding opportunity to save money that Chicagoans have been exposed to in many, many years. There's little more to say here . . . there's plenty more to see at Revell's! BevellS at WABASH and ADAMS 4 TME04ICAG0AN TABLES BLACKSTOHE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. A very no table high point, with cuisine and serv ice resolutely maintained throughout a trying summer. Irving Margraff's music. August Dittrich is headwaiter. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendously large inn, yet carefully scaled down to the individual guest. Husk O'Hare's dance music in the main dining room from 6:30 until 9:30. Stalder is headwaiter. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A show place wise in the glittering wisdom of the boulevard. Peacock Alley. The Balloon Room animated by Isham Jones in highly competent rhythms. Good night place. Ray Barrec is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A very well situated, hos pitable and pleasant stopping place. The Palmer House Symphony Orchestra, thorough victualry, gracious service. Mutchler is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Griswold does the music for dining and dancing. The summer dol drums have wilted some of the Inn cheer, but it is satisfactory until 1 a. m. Brown is headwaiter. . LA SALLE ROOF— Li Salle Hotel, Madi son at La Salle. A novel roof circus and well patronized by gay fellows of a slightly collegiate cast for a fair evening any time. Jack Chapman's music. Floyd Fuericht is headwaiter. Until 1. KELLT'S STABLES — Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. A show place, and de servedly, as the noisiest of night clubs. Worth an inspection. Johnny Matley is headwaiter. Very late hours. CHEZ PIERRE— Ontario and Fairbanks Court. Superior 1347. A delightful and innocent club, but lately (Bravo!) out from under a threatened Federal injunc tion. Earl Hoffman's music. Cheerful entertainment. Paul is headwaiter. Later still. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. The last stand of the veteran night clubber in a cosy, well-appointed tavern made brighter by Helen, loveliest of night club hostesses. Johnny Itta is headwaiter. Latest yet. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Steaks and chops transcendantly done in the British manner. CAFE LOUISIAHE— 1341 South Michi gan. Michigan 1837. Victory 10533. Creole food headed by the lordly Pom- pano in exile from New Orleans. Music until 12. Mons. Max is headwaiter. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 North Rush. O 0 [listings begin on page 2] Delaware 4598. Norse victuals robustly served in a quaint, pleasing eating parlor. Worth a try. English she is spoken. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. A very stout German place, quaint, satisfying, filling. Try it. VICTOR HOUSE— 9 East Grand Avenue. Delaware 1848. An Italian place, un pretentious and vastly decked on the tables. Abundant food. An eating par lor for the hefty trencherman. IRELAND'S OTSTER HOUSE — 632 North Clark. Delaware 4144. Sea foods excellently done in all seasons. Open until 4 a. m. as a good after thea tre place. L'AIGLON— 22 West Ontario. Delaware 1909. French and moderately ritzy. Music. Private dining rooms if desired. Teddy Majerus is host. Good. JULIEN'S— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Though Papa Julien is in heaven these three months gone, his staff carries on under Mama Julien's eye — and a dis cerning eye it is. Tremendous portions informally served. A show place. Call for reservation and menu forecast. SALLY'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. A break fast place until 7 a. m. or thereabouts for a gay and interesting night life crowd from the Wilson Avenue district. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. Pleas ant and respectable dancing in view of the lake to the Edgewater Beach Or chestra under the direction of Ted Fio- rito. Nice people. Always cool. Wil liam Nast is headwaiter. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. The heart of the Gold Coast. DRAKE HOTEL — Michigan Avenue at Lakeshore Drive. Superior 2200. Din ing and dancing in the new Drake Sum mer Garden. Mel Snyder's band. A nice, young crowd. Peter Ferris is head- waiter. HOTEL PEARSON— 190 East Pearson. Superior 8200. A quiet, well-bred, very competent inn, an excellent place for Sunday dinner. SPANISH DINING ROOM— St. Clair Hotel. Superior 4660. An adequate luncheon place within easy walking dis tance of the loop and not apt to be crowded. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A popular and merry night place with an open air annex. Negro musi cians under Tyler. Entertainers. Gay people. Gene Harris is headwaiter. MRS. GRAT'S TEA ROOM— 712 Rush. Delaware 1215. A quiet, comfortable place for an evening meal before under* taking a stroll on the Gold Coast. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 East Ohio. Eu ropean foods conveniently had within strolling distance of the Loop. Try it. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. Very good places both and fairly close in for the driver who likes his dinner follow ing an afternoon along Chicago's sky line. Mildly Adventuresome STRULEVITZ— 1217 South Sangamon. Canal 6838. The amiable Elias demon strates his art. Orthodox Hebrew calories. Not on Saturday unless you want salad. VITTORIA RESTAURANT— 746 Tay lor. Monroe 6937. Joe Amador does wonders with Italian dishes in this fra grant district. Best bet: Ravoli a la Joe. GEORGE LEVENT'S— 1469 Calumet Ave- enue, Whiting, Ind. A fish and chicken place boasting a diminutive doorman and a nasty little band. MARSELLIO'S— 1307 South Wabash. The Signor Marsellio's fowl and steak offer ings are worth a bout by any experi enced table warrior. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lake Park Avenue. Oakland 0793. French and cosy, this parlor dispenses a memorable meal and vends salad dressing. TWQ CHICAGOAN 5 iT IS rumoured that on certain occasions when the Major was absent from the Embassy, supposedly upon business of an official nature, his intimates could come upon him chatting affably with Mr. McAfee — or looking over a choice selection of Shetlands with Messrs. Kilgour &- French — or again, possibly, at Hawes &- Curtis, Scotts, Asprey or Brigg— discussing the sporting topics of the day, as likely as not, with some junior member of the Royal Family. Now, however, with increasing responsibilities, the Major is leaving all matters pertaining to his wardrobe in the hands of Saks-Fifth Avenue, for he has found that a visit to this establishment enables him to encompass at one time all the newest offerings of his favourite London shops. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK from time to time we make announcements of special importance, should you be interested, we will be pleased to add your name to our lists. 6 TI4EO4ICAG0AN "/ Felt So Blue' Oy/*OT only did I not have "it"— I didn't even ^ have this or that. Socially I was a washout, and even the parrot yawned when I talked. But all this is changed now. One day I happened to be read ing my neighbor's newspaper in the street car, and, willy nilly, my eye traveled down "Little About Everything." Now I always make it a point to sit • next to somebody who is reading The Journal. And for that left-over feeling during conversation I always recommend a steady reading of "Little About Everything" conducted by A. G. S. in CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL THE immediate future of thoroughbred racing in Illi nois is a matter of serious concern on account of the intrusion of various unpleasant facts and circum stances which have received ample notice elsewhere and need not be dwelt upon here. The eventual outcome hangs in grave doubt and the only possible deciding factor seems to be the control, if not the demolition, of certain influences which are doing no good to a considerable number of local interests, including horse racing. The most regrettable feature of the existing situation is the failure of the recent effort of a group of substantial horse owners and sportsmen to purchase control of the Arlington course. This deal, it now appears, failed on ac count of the last-minute deflection of certain controlling interests. The deflection of these interests is held as disap pointing but not surprising because past performances pre pared the well'informed to expect the exercise of the tradi tional double-cross. Chicago sportsmen who have builded high hopes upon the reestablishment of thoroughbred racing in Illinois are now looking back regretfully upon the palpable error committed in allowing these certain interests first to intrude into the Chicago sport. After-the-fact recollections point out that the record of these interests, if the trouble had been taken to notice it, would have been enough to excite apprehension if not alarm. The recent manifestations of rowdyism, tinged with a few dashes of local terrorism, are harbingers of the new order that threatens to get itself installed. However, if this new order should, unfortunately, succeed in gaining mastery of the situation its reign will be short-lived and will very cer tainly lead to an official visit from the sheriff's office. Horse racing, under such auspices, would quickly become too larcenous long to escape popular revolt. Also, it is mentioned, the leading Chicago racing stables would with draw from the tracks and that would suggest to visiting sportsmen that they remove their thoroughbreds elsewhere into more healthful environments. ? MR. HOOVER, it appears, upon being notified last week of his selection as presidential candidate also became apprised of the existence of a certain dis content and dissatisfaction over the Volstead Act. Persons who have been troubled over the consequences of this Act will be relieved to know that now, with the matter having been called to his attention, Mr. Hoover intends that it shall be inquired into with a view to determining whether the Act has developed certain unexpected shortcomings and whether really — as the rumor has it — it has failed in becom ing the universal benefaction that was predicted for it. ? MR. BEN HECHT and Mr. Charles MacArthur, two young men who have gone out from Chicago's news paper row into the higher reaches of novel and drama writing, have recently had disclosed in New York their latest script for the stage. Like last Winter's effort of Mr. Bartlett Cormack, "The Racket," the new opus of Messrs. Hecht and MacArthur, "The Front Page," is not an endeavor that can win sympathy and support from the Chicago Association of Commerce. In fact, if Chicago stood in any pressing need of help from the Drama this latest development would be sad and disheartening, indeed. "The Front Page" gives to New York the Chicago that it likes to contemplate and, consequently, it probably will have a long and prosperous season, meanwhile adding new conviction to the typical New Yorker's illusions about Chicago. ? IN a city most extravagantly supplied with clubs and club facilities of every description there was at least some little reason for wondering just how and where The Tavern Club would assert itself. But since the opening of this rendezvous at 333 North Michigan Avenue its sponsors have shown very definitely that they knew precisely what they were about. Although age and traditions are usually invariable con siderations in building a club's individuality, The Tavern Club, by virtue of an extraordinary location and rooms done in a high and moving spirit, lias quickly carved for itself a secure and enviable niche in the club life of the city. The Tavern Club is a most creditable undertaking and achievement. Its sponsors have builded wisely and well, and the result of their labors is an enrichment of Chicago life. ? THE threatened discontinuance of the Chicago Sym phony Orchestra has been averted and while the occa sion may not indicate unbridled rejoicing there is at least reason for satisfaction. The stern hand of labor has been resting so heavily upon the orchestra that many of its most ardent enthusiasts believed that they were waging a losing fight. In fact, many of these still believe that in the existing labor situation in Chicago it will become constantly more difficult to give to the organization the character of permanency which as a leading factor in the art life of the city it should possess. The problem of the orchestra and its continuance is not an easy one. Art and the wage scale have their divergent viewpoints and both must be served. The influence of con ciliation introduced into the recent negotiations by Mr. Ezra Warner, and a continuance of this .influence, offers greater hope than anything else for the permanence of the institution. A NTIQUARIANS who jealously defend the existence AA of the Chicago Avenue Water Tower relic may now rejoice. This celebrated landmark, without any sac rifice to its historied dignity, has joined in the modern spirit. In the conventional Balaban and Katz manner it is now being bathed nightly in a flood of amber light, giving mod erns cause to join with antiquarians in declaring that the Tower shall not pass. — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. TUECWICAGOAN The Chicagoan s Own Travelogue — No. VI. Hollywood Boulevard, Eos Angeles, California TI4ECUICAG0AN "So You're From Chicago rf y s s A Chicagoan in Europe Embroiders a Faintly Familiar Theme By SAMUEL PUTNAM CHICAGO is not a place; Chicago is a state of mind. It is not a local habitation, but a name. In strolling through Europe with my good, but somewhat grandiloquent friend, Mr. Baedecker, on my arm, I have not infrequently encountered a certain Medusa-like phantom, dodging through nave and transept and rising, even, from the ruins of the Coliseum. And this same Phantom Lady, from her perch upon a Gothic entablature or a Pompeian frieze, would proceed, like a female Gargantua or a new and weird variety of Lorelei, to comb a shower of machine-gun bullets from her jagged "alky"-running locks. "So! you're from Chicago. But aren't you afraid to live there? The bandits and the machine-guns — I should think you'd be afraid to go out of the house. Is it really safe to walk in the streets?" "My dear lady, I have lived there for fifteen "Which one of you gentlemen ordered milkf . . . Did you order the milk? . . . Well, we're all out of milk" years, and while I have heard what sounded like shots — " "So, there is shooting there! — " " — They may only have been auto mobile tires. What's more, ten of those years I have spent as a newspaper re porter, interviewing lady murder esses — " "Lady murderesses! How quaint!" "Traveling with the dope squad, etc., etc. I even have toured the West Side — " "The West Side! Where Scarf ace Al lives?" "Yes, I believe he does; I'm not sure. But as I was saying, I've even toured the West Side with a flivver squad from the Bureau, and I have yet to see a shot fired. As I say, I have heard what may have been shots — " "But the papers — what we read in the papers?" "Ah, yes, the papers. That, my dear Madam, is precisely it: the papers." THE foregoing conversation has be come a stereotyped record which one may turn on, at will, simply by mentioning that mystic bogey word: Chicago. From Stockholm to Cape Town, Scarface Al is a little better known than the late Mr. Robin Hood, while Cicero and the West Side are a jungle of greater enchantments than Sherwood Forest, or that two-gun, quick-trigger Far West which the American cinema has brought to the world's door. Listening to the sagas which one hears, with one's (in retrospect) rather placid home town as a setting, one achieves the impression that the recent little unpleasantness be tween the allied powers was a colorless incident contrasted with that thrilling "alky" warfare which, all Europeans believe, is raging somewhere in "Death Valley." In all this, of course, particularly with our British cousins, the Hon. Wil liam Hale Thompson has helped im mensely. For a subject of King George, a city that could produce a "Big Bill" could — and undoubtedly does — produce anything. And now, the French, as they feverishly follow the screen flick* erings of Mr. Ben Hecht's "Kluits de Chicago," are becoming convinced that, 10 TWECI4ICAGOAN in comparison, Hollywood is a pallid Myth. But Mr. Hecht, like Mr. Cor- mack and some others, is merely cash ing in while the cashing's good. For which no one can blame the lads at all, at all; and certainly, the last to cast a stone should be their alma mater, the collective local room of Chicago's some what more-than-daily press. FOR this state of affairs, there is only one explanation, and that is the one hinted at above, namely, that Chicago is not a geographic entity, but an editorial nightmare. The Chicago that has come to exist, even in the minds of intelligent Chicagoans — since who among us can avoid the morning Final or the evening Peach? — is a purely factitious creation, one of which the young Super-realist school of literature might well be proud. For Chicago, to tell the truth, is not real, but super- real. It is no longer a city of hog- stickers and premium hams; it is a new machine-age fairyland of romance, with the sawed-off shotgun replacing an ob solete crossbow, and with plain-clothes- men sallying forth, like knights, of old, to do valiant battle with the contem porary Saracen from Cicero or South Chicago. Small wonder, then, if the native Corsican or Sardinian finds himself utterly at home in the mountain fast nesses of Peoria and Milton Streets. Not only that, he finds there what he did not have at home, a chronicler and a laureate, in the omnipresent police re porter. Why, then, should he wish to go back to a tame and unpress-agented existence in his indigenous wilds? Why, I ask you. For the police and crime reporter is the minnesinger of the new Age of Moonshine Chivalry. He it is who composes the chansons de geste of our Terry Druggans and our Frankie Lakes. He is the blind and wandering Homer who sings, not of well-greaved Greeks, but, upon occasion, of well greased palms. Get him to one side, and he may sing you another song, not of wooden horses, but of a wooden- headed officialdom; for he knows, with some exactitude, the vulnerable spot in Signor Achilles' heel, though his boss seldom, if ever, permits him to lay a printed finger upon it. BUT this latter is beside the point. The point is that Chicago — the Chicago that the Continent believes in — is the product of an active imagina tion. Personally, I should not be at all surprised if the whole thing started in the brain of one canny city editor. For ideas between city desks are about a thousand per cent more catching than the measles. The business office and the circulation department see to that. In any event, I feel quite sure that Chicago's well known and perduring "crime wave" started on the day when some fagged rewrite man dug up, from a reminiscent Treasure Island vocab ulary, the tellingly chromatic word, "bandit." From "bandit" to "baby bandit" was but a step, and our youth ful, sleek-pated, bell-bottomed Valen- tinos assumed a new importance in their own and the public eye. Then came the "bandit queen," and the down-at- the-heels flapper came into hers. Robin Hood lived again, and the Age of Drivelry was on. ". . . But I just said man's work's from sun to sun an' woman's work's never done, an' 'at stopped 'im cold" I recall, not so many years ago, an assistant managing editor strolling out to the city desk and demanding why it was that a gunman was always re ferred to, in print, as a "bandit." Whereupon a bright young assistant city editor spoke up. "It is because," he opined, "a rewrite man never can remember whether the e or the i comes first in thief." However this may be, at least one of our more respectable dailies has tabooed the word, for good or ill. If the others followed suit, the Chicago Crime Commission might, conceivably, be enabled to reduce its clerical staff. In such a case, Europe would probably have to start another war to relieve the general boredom. Conversation Two Constant Readers of the "65, 30 and 10 Years Ago Today" Columns Discuss the Situation "Hello, Ed. Did you see where Gen. Joe Johnston has evacuated Jackson, Miss.? He and his army fled in ter rible confusion." "Yeah, I noticed that. Sherman, leading our army, has taken possession of the town and a lot of rebel ammuni tion and equippment has fallen into our hands. What's new about Morgan's raiders, Al?" "Well, a lot of 'em have been cap tured and our forces are hotly pursuing Morgan, himself, and a remnant of his followers. "I'm certainly glad to hear that, Al. Did you read where some rebel news paper has wished Godspeed to all this rioting, murdering, pillaging and con flagration that's going on in New York? Pretty rotten of them, I think." "Yeah, but the First California regi ment has advanced to within two miles the Spanish lines near Manila. And TI4E CHICAGOAN n the Utah and Colorado batteries have been landed." "Say, I read that, too. And the re port said, also, that if the Spaniards didn't surrender Manila, Rear Admiral Dewey would bombard the fortifica tions by the end of the week." "Great stuff, isn't it? And they say Gen. Nelson A. Miles' expedition to Puerto Rico is making fine progress. Did you know that Aguinaldo is re ported to have declared himself dic tator?" "You don't say? Gen. Garcia is about to cease co-operating with our forces at Santiago de Cuba, I reaq. But Lieut. Hobson, hero of the Merrl- mac, has arrived in New York." "Yes, brave fellow. But aren't the American troops on the Aisne-Marne front doing well? I saw where the armies of the German crown prince suf fered a crushing defeat along the Marne between Reims and Soissons." "True, Al, true. And the flower of the kaiser's armies was driven back. In fact, I read that the American and French forces have yielded nowhere on the front between Bezu St. Germain and Bois de Barbillon." "Sure is wonderful, isn't it? Did you see where Dr. and Mrs. Odovic S. Paddle of 1313 Christopher street, have announced the engagement of their daughter, Ursala Christine, to Capt. Thalo B. Damask of What Cheer, Iowa?" "No, really? It certainly goes to show that one must keep up on what's happening, doesn't it? Well, see you later, Al." "Yes, Ed. We'll have to have an other one of these talks soon." Poetic Acceptances Dorothy Parker Accents a Cuf> of Hemlock from an Ardent Admirer If you had offered me a rose, Then love would have been done for us. I fear I should have tweeked your nose; For roses are not poisonous. Had you given an asp to me, I'd know that you were not sincere. An asp might slip away, you see; Then I'd have boxed your little ear. But with this hemlock, thanks to you, So wildly shall I celebrate That those will know who never knew I hate to love and love to hate. — DONALD PLANT. The Original Gold Coast A Mature Consideration of Old Prairie Avenue — /// By ARTHUR BISSELL THE coming of Washington Park track marked a distinct social epoch. American Derby Day was, from the first, an occasion. Arthur Caton, Samuel Dexter, Hobart Chat- field-Taylor and their four-in-hands wheeled out in imposing panoply to the races. To receive an invitation to attend the track and dine at the club with one of these men was high dis tinction. Old Prairie Avenue Presby terians were shocked beyond measure at such goings on. My father and mother, staunchest of church people, bitterly opposed horse races and my heathenish joy in attending them. I well remember a gay party of neigh bors back from the track one day stop ping opposite us, the hostess serving crackers and sherry openly on the ver- Vh, I do TOO like your play, Mr. Green— I think the leading man is just too gorgeous-looking for words!" 12 TWECI4ICAG0AN anda. Mother, looking from her win dow, felt the palpable breath of Sodom and Gomorrah scorch hot over the city. Yet, despite an occasional frown at horse racing and the beer business, and despite other minor Puritan taboos, life went on graciously tolerantly, pleas antly. Indeed Chicago society has never witnessed more cordial or more lavish hospitality than that evinced in the great houses on Prairie. The Catons, Fields, Pullmans, Eddys, a relief, Gerald, after those simply terrible Continental Hotels, to be back home again in our own cosy little nest." Birches, Gortons, Clarks, Stones and others were open-handed in their hos' pitality. Especially was this true of the then Mrs. Arthur Caton. An in vitation to her home on Calumet was eagerly sought for. Her parties began with a dinner for perhaps 75 guests. Later in the evening more guests were bidden to dance or to hear the best the town offered in musical and artistic diversion. Then a late supper. And, finally, for the very hardy, a 7 a. m. breakfast. Often enough I have left such a party to walk around the corner, change from evening clothes to a busi' ness suit and dash for the office — in that day one reported promptly at 8 a. m. Mrs. Caton prided herself on having everything served from her own house, cutlery, cookery, glassware and all. A few additional servants were hired for the evening; only that. THINGS happened at Mrs. Caton 's parties. There was the occasion of what I believe to be the first vaudeville entertainment ever given in a private home in Chicago. Mrs. Caton had delegated some of her young men ac quaintances to scout the vaudeville stage for suitable talent. These young men chose well, though perhaps not wisely; first choice was a buxom, leather-lunged lass famous for her ren dition of "He kicked me in de slats!" — hardly a demure music room number. Next to me sat a most respectable old lady, a pillar of Presbyterianism. Her horror at the ribald song is impossible to describe. Mrs. Caton, who sat be hind me, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "For God's sake, Arthur, stop that woman's singing!" I did. Very modestly, I did. At another of Mrs. Caton's very gay and very late supper-dance entertain ments, an evening upon which Mr. Marshall Field was a guest, the party dragged a bit at 4 a. m. Heads drooped; a fog of lassitude settled over the table. The hostess, observing this, pounded on the table and shouted "Wake up! Wake up! Mr. Field has just informed me that his linen sale will continue three more days." The party revived. Mrs. Caton's parties always revived. The ideal of the perfect hostess was realized in Mrs. Caton. It is difficult to describe the magnetism of her per sonality. The minute one crossed her threshold one felt at ease and she had TWCCUICAGOAN 13 eMeeNCe 01BRS . 'Not whales, dear, dolphins . . . And, say, what IS a dolphin anyway ?" that rare faculty of making each in dividual guest feel that his or her pres ence was essential to the success of her entertainment. A woman of great per sonal charm, fond of life's pleasures; yet open handed in her charities and in her kindness to friends, it is doubt ful if Chicago society will ever again see her like. DELIGHTFUL musicales given by Mrs. Frank Gorton in the music room built at the rear of the Gorton home were notable high points along the old avenue. Mrs. Gorton was one of the very first to bring social and artistic groups together. Her cham pagne supper musicales were famous. Chicago's very gayest set, including the Franklin MacVeaghs, Frederic Eameses, Charles McDonalds, Edward S. Worthingtons, Arthur Elys, George S. Willetts, all of whom were making social history on the near north side, as well as the Birches, Catons, Clarks, Pullmans, Eddys and Insulls, were guests at Mrs. Gorton's musical parties. Perhaps never has the vivacity of this company been equalled in Chicago. Mrs. Hugh T. Birch also gave ex traordinarily fine musicales. She pre ferred to ask only a few of her very intimate friends to hear some dis tinguished performer. Her hospitality was a byword. No one will ever know all the kindnesses she extended strug gling artists. Mrs. John M. Clark, too, entertained interesting people. Her house guests included Maude Adams, Ethel Barry more, Richard Harding Davis and many another celebrity. Mrs. Gorton, Mrs. Birch and Mrs. Clark were them selves pianists of more than usual tal ent. WF. STORY, fire-eating editor ? of The Chicago Times, was a picturesque figure on Old Prairie. The Times was no pamperer of per sonalities, and Story was not loved by his neighbors. In fact, a husband threatened to horsewhip him if Story's paper printed a certain gossip about his wife. An outraged actress, Miss Lydia Thompson, did indeed blacksnake the editor for referring to her as the "Leg Show Queen," thus proving — it is hoped — she was a lady after all. Story started a tremendous marble mansion on the far south side but he died before it was finished. It stood for some years, a desolate monument to his memory. Mrs. Story married again, this time to another editor, named Dun- lop. Mrs. Story, too, had a mind of her own. Dunlop, returning from his office one evening, found all his be longings on the front steps. He de parted. Was never heard of again. Emancipated, Mrs. Story lived a woman of mystery on Prairie for sev eral years. Promptly at 4 p. m. every day her victoria appeared drawn by two beautiful horses and driven by a coachman in livery with white buckskin knee breeches and top boots. Mrs. Story, impeccably gowned, took her daily air. One afternoon, returning from her royal drive, the entire neigh borhood looking on from its stone steps, she evidently spoke harshly to the ancient coachman. The man let go a burden he had borne a long time. He began by anathemizing in the livery- stable manner — a fertile, loud and venomous mode it was — and in a voice that reverberated for blocks along the chaste street, he called Mrs. Story vari' ous things. He gave facts, and names, and figures. He turned the rig up an alley and continued his harangue. Curious neighbors received the shock and thrill of their lives. But no one ever knew what happened exactly. Mrs. Story never drove out again. The coachman disappeared. Shortly after ward the mystery woman left; no one knew where. It was a lusty touch of scandal for the quiet old street. Yet with the years the village on the lake was becoming a metropolis. In 1893 the World's Fair brought Chicago a new vision; the city harkened after brisker gods. Slowly at first, and then more rapidly, the old pattern of life changed; the pastoral, serene, unhurried decades were suddenly gone. Old Prairie Avenue changed little. It could not change. Rather it died. And so I turn sadly to the first para graphs of this series wherein it is de scribed as "an unkempt and unlovely highway of deserted homes and cheap boarding houses." Prairie Avenue has gone the way of many a fine old boulevard. 14 THE CHICAGOAN Sj\ 'My first husband had hair just like that, exactly . . . and Oh, what a temperament" Room 226, County Building A Bachelor Eyes the Marriage Court By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THE Marriage Court, as announced by a sign conspicuous from the main floor of the County Building, is Room 226. Except that the court is not a room; it is a suite of three rooms; and the actual marriage chamber is not a court, but an office walled off by a partition of frosted glass and decorated by a large picture of a large pine tree. The judge presiding sits behind an ordinary flat- topped office desk. Contracting parties stand before him; and, aided by a sooth ing hint or two from His Honor, take their vows. Yet first there is the approach. A wide official corridor. Shining granite floors. An approach barred in on both sides by dull metal elevator doors. An approach of naked stone and heavy metal, where the feet clatter hideously on polished granite. Here, if ever, is an heroic field. One thinks of the aw ful smitten slope up to Marye's Heights at Fredericksburg. Of the scuffling passageway to the little green door at Sing Sing. Of the pitiless, loud avenue to the emergency operating room of a hospital — after the passing of a blank eted form on noiseless wheels. Such is the corridor in the County Building. INDEED, wedding parties move for ward in skirmish formation — a pace or two between each individual. At the door itself the skirmish line halts. There is hasty council. The prospec tive groom steps forward — Oh valorous youth! — and faces the clerk within. The couple are assigned a seat in a wait ing room already tense and crowded. One by one, couples are called before the clerk's desk and ushered through the frosted glass partition. And then — silence. Perhaps .five minutes later the frosty door opens from within. A weeping woman and a much chastened man emerge. Vanish. Not a word, not a hint of the dread mystery just now consummated. Another name is called. Another couple rise. Move bravely across the little space of floor. Are gone. And again — silence. But no! Not silence this time. The stillness is broken by a hearty, and no doubt by now a lawful and connubial smack. A titter relieves tension in the waiting room. For a second the room is almost jovial. Then another couple is called. Silence. Within the judge's chamber, how ever, the rite is brisk, cheerful, efficient and painless. Judge W. F. Borders is a maestro in the art of solemnizing matrimony. He is grave, soothing, im mensely casual and comforting, full of pious connubial discourse — those cloy ing sophistries designed to set a couple at ease. THERE is the grave prose cadence of the ceremony itself, wisely copied after the service of the Church of England. Not read but spoken by an official who has the words by heart. "This woman to be your lawful wedded wife . . . from this day forward . . . to have and to hold ... in sickness and health . . . prosperity and adversity . . . love, honor, comfort and cherish." That onerous verb "obey" does not ap pear. The response is varied. Usually it is the man who says "yes" and the woman who says "I do." The influence of romantic literature probably. One couple, a gum-chewing and casual pair, answered "yeh," with something of the skeptical intonation of the city-bred "Oh yeh?" But they were an excep tion. And most couples listen care fully to the concluding part of the civil ceremony which recites "by virtue of the authority vested in me by the supreme court of the state of Illinois and in accordance with the statutes thereof, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife." This formula the judge varies now and then by pronouncing the lady Mrs. So-and-So. A humorous touch, gratifying — soothing. In the state rite, a ring is optional. For those couples who prefer the ring, however, Judge Borders adds a cere monial discourse on that emblem. It begins "The wedding ring is without beginning and without end. It has no beginning and no end. It is, therefore, a symbol of endless love and affec tion — " This seductive homily con cluded, the groom is bade "Kiss the little girl." And the office can be very tender indeed. More usually the kiss is a mere peck. Whereupon the judge says, "I congratulate you both," shakes hands and signs the marriage certificate. Exit Mr. and Mrs. Time: 4:01 4/5. TO a cramped bachelor seated on a small chair, i.e., your correspond ent, the ceremony is not overly convinc ing. The mind pops off delights of matrimony as set forth by the officiating jurist as nimbly and effectively as an expert trap shooter knocks off so many clay pigeons. Purr, goes the aphorism. Bang! comes the objection. THE CHICAGOAN 15 In the Good Old Summer Time Some Hitherto Unpublished Lyrics By u. s. post A bachelor, too, looks with detached interest on each separate wedding. There are all kinds. As a matter of pure scientific knowledge it devolves upon us to record that, in general, men show a graver and a more steadfast mien when actually brought to the place of wedlock than do their partners. Theirs is the air of man assuming a solemn obligation, and one to be gone through with. Brides observed evinced an acute embarrassment, a shyness and reticence, an admission of affection, yet a timorous avowal. Half tears, half laughter. It is also to be set down that men cry at weddings. Not a • few were teary eyed as we looked on. Judge Bord ers recalled a candidate for husband- ship who, the morning of our visit, bawled incontinently. Unusual but not rare. It is the young romantic couple most prone to tears. Yet, strangely, the young, romantic couple does not predominate greatly in numbers. An astonishing proportion of middle-aged people assume the vows. FOR the most part couples are awk ward before the marriage desk. They fumble when asked to join their right hands. Once joined, the hands cling limply. Not often do they look at each other. But they answer "yes" evenly enough and there is little bravado. The ring, it is this corre spondent's observation, should be car ried free of its jeweler's case. Non chalant bridegrooms prefer the watch pocket for the emblem. It is then easily produced. And four times out of five the flustered husband precedes his bride through the white door. After 25 ceremonies, the rite assumes a pattern. There are few variations. The writer recalls only one: A splen did girl with wide-set blue eyes who half turned to her man and joined hands with a gesture of undaunted comradeship. She did not cry. She smiled. Ah well, there was one in 25. The typical court wedding is sheep ish and confused and humble and hu manly gallant. Its participants are sim ple people inexplicably drawn together, swearing a brave compact while the world roars outside. A quavering bugle call blown by a recruit bugler. An instant pause for the oath of fealty. And beyond the white frosted door, the march is on. So in theory. The ;fee is three dollars for the license. Five dollars for the ceremony. In practice, as simple as that. Cambridge, Wis., Aug. jo, 1028. Editorial Department: Here is the stage stuff for the issue destined to gladden the newsstands August 25. It is rather thin, perhaps, but as we observe in the text — it won't be long now. I am achieving a rustic and quite un professional outing on the shores of a bourgeois and unsophisticated lake. The fish, I must add in fairness, seem quite experienced, however. I'll be back some time. I'd say "wish you were here, etc.," were Chicago not the w. g. summer re sort and you, therefore, the fortunate one. Charles Collins. * Charlevoix, Mich., Aug. 20, 1028. Ed. Dept., Chicagoan: Enclosed please find "Musical Notes" for the current issue. I have typed them on a not very good Oliver lent me by the day clerk, who says it be longs to the night clerk, anyway, and he is away on vacation, so please sub stitute periods for suspicious looking 'My, my, Minnie . . . just imagine anything looking like that" 16 THE CHICAGOAN commas. Also, the "I" key, you'll ob serve, was totally defunct. At times like this I wonder why peo ple who live in the greatest summer re sort of them all go elsewhere for what ever it may be they go for. I'll be back before next deadline. Robert Pollak. * Pond Cove, Cape Elizabeth, S. Portland, Me., August 18, 1928. To the Editor: I enclose a review of "Diversey," this week's book about Chicago, and has it occurred to you that there are a great many of these works? More, I understand, are imminent, notably a novel by Arthur Meeker, Jr., sched uled for Fall publication. Mr. Putnam, too, will be available in bindings shortly — or perhaps lengthily, although I hope his Chicagoan training will prevent — and Meyer Levin is another. And there are still others. Not strange, of course, that the Town should be publicized in this fash ion. The newspapers have made it, very positively, news. But I wonder why Chicago writers always go to an other place (Meeker to England, Put nam to Paris, Levin to Palestine) to write about Chicago. No place, par ticularly in summer, is so rich in in spiration. Susan Wilbur. * Sand La\e, Conover, Wis., August 20, 1028. Comrades : I have just completed a patient peru sal of the dailies accumulated since my arrival here and shall begin immediately upon my "Newsprint" article for the coming issue. I have chosen "Paper Politics" as a caption, because the arti cle deals with the treatment accorded political matters by the various sheets. Believe it or not, people assembled in this placid place seem to be deeply in terested in this subject. Lindbergh flew over the links one day last week, quite low, and didn't get a tumble. (No pun, believe me.) Which typifies, somehow, the differ ence between Chicago and other sum mer resorts. Nothing, including news papers, is so interesting elsewhere as Chicago. I suspect that's why more Americans spend their summers in Chi cago every year than in any other watering place; a fact, by the way, I believe the Town should make known. Ezra. Not Everyone Sfient the S Watch Hill, R. I., draw him. I am able to give you now, August 10, 1028. therefore, the long promised sketch of Dear Chicagoans: Mr. Benny Yanger. It is enclosed. This proved to be, as I anticipated, Curiously enough, or perhaps not so the very place to write "A Retiring curiously either, I find a great many of Champion." And, for that matter, to my acquaintances here are not here at THE CHICAGOAN 1; W/Mi -''-X. ummer in the Mountains all but are gone, as an inveterate de signer of paradoxes would have it, to Chicago. I have waited for someone to add, when telling me of a friend's absence in Chicago, that he has gone "for the shooting." But I am pleased to learn that this jocund quip is no longer a wow (if, indeed, a wow is what I think it is) in the better places. In view of this condition, and now that Mr. Yanger has been duly re vealed to our readers, I'll be seeing you presently. One never appreciates Chi cago's 25 miles of glorious lakefront until one compares it with others. Randolph Wells. * Rome, Italy, July if, 1028. Editor, The Chicagoan.- I, as you know, would be among the last — nay, the last, for such is my story and I'll adhere to the same — to admit, much less profess, nostalgia. Yet I so do, here, now, and — in a sense — emphat ically. That is to say (and I seem al ways to be placing myself in the posi tion of having to explain myself) I am just a wee bit homsick. I think, now, that I'll be back in Town before snow flies — unless, of course, you have an other of those unseasonable Autumns, like the time when I went to — but, as I was saying: No doubt this sense of longing for familiar persons, places and allied nouns — a longing that amounts to al most a yearning, if one so adult may break right down and tell everything — is not a weakness at all. In fact, I think — yes, I'm quite sure of it — the reverse is rather true. As I believe I have hinted in the enclosed piece, which I hope will reach you comfort ably in advance of deadline, I hear of no place in all Europe — nay, in all the world — so much as I hear of Chicago. Much that I hear is pro, and of course much is con, but that is neither here nor there; the point is that the Chicago of my youth, unsold to me by one thing and another in adolescence, now seems to have been thoroughly resold to me — if I'm making myself clear — by Neapolitans, Parisians, Londoners, in short by all the peoples of all the places along my leisurely itinerary. And so I think of refrains like "Home, Sweet Home" and see Chicago, again, the place it was cracked up to be in the days when billboards flank ing the Illinois Central, the Elevated and — for all I know — the surface lines, sang of its virtues in beautiful blue and white slogans. Expect me back about October 15. Samuel Putnam. * Hollywood, Calif., August 17, 1028. Art Editor, Chicagoan: I realize that I was scheduled to draw Vienna for the next installment of "The Chicagoan's Own Trav elogue," but I have seen Hollywood Boulevard and so have taken the lib- 18 THE CHICAGOAN "Got a dry Tribune?" NEWSPRINT Pafier Politics By EZRA erty of drawing that charming thor oughfare instead. It is being mailed to you today under separate cover. It would be quite possible — even human — to write you a lot of intimate comment pertaining to my sojourn here, but I am resisting that impulse. How ever, my pen has given you the equiv alent of several thousand words con cerning the main street of the place. In confidence I may add that Hollywood Boulevard isn't a drop in the shaker alongside our own Michigan Avenue when the lake breeze sweeps in and lights twinkle or flare in those myriad and mysterious windows. . Take my word for it, the wise Chicagoan does his vacationing at home. Peter Koch. * Benton Harbor, Mich., August 21, 1028. Sir: I have made exhaustive investigation and arrived at the conclusion that the House of David offers, at this time, no adequate basis for a "Journalistic Jour ney." Therefore, I am enclosing an ar ticle about the Marriage Court which I believe will do very nicely instead of the piece originally planned. I became very badly sunburned while investigating and so am put to it to spend another night in this swelter ing place. Please, no more out-of-town assignments until cooler weather. Francis C. Coughlin. * 59 E. Van Buren St., August 22, 1028. Art Editor, Chicagoan: Without doubt the most engaging event of the week was the opening, Monday, of F. W. Woolworth's charmingly informal shop on the Bou levard. I shall not attempt to describe the opening ceremonies, nor shall I list the important and prominent persons present, but I will point out that this premiere places Michigan Avenue on a par with any other street in the coun try. I could not refrain from making a crayon sketch of the event and so it is enclosed. Incidentally, I have decided against the idea of going away — for where can one find more good clean amusement than right here in Town? — and so any assignments you may have for me should be mailed to the usual address. A. R. Katz. [Editor's Note: Enclosures mentioned by these charming people are published on various pages of this issue of The Chi cagoan.] ALTHOUGH only fifty per cent of the qualified voters of the nation take the trouble to cast their ballots at elections, it is impossible to live during a political campaign so colorful as the one now in progress without being in terested, if not somewhat concerned. To him who would be entertained, this column unreservedly recommends care ful perusal of at least the Chicago Daily Tribune and the Chicago Evening jour nal from now until the Thursday or Friday after the first Tuesday follow ing the first Monday in November. The Tribune and the journal serve their politics in the raw. They give to it their best writers, cartoonists, and editors. They plunge in, even before the candidates have been formally noti fied of their nomination, and keep at it. At the present time, the journal occupies the unique distinction of be ing the only paper in an admittedly wet city for Al Smith. The Tribune leads the Hoover parade, but it is handling itself with much more finesse and re straint than it shows in most campaigns. The other four dailies have done lit tle to date to attract the tired business man or the student of politics. The THE CHICAGOAN 19 <Tke JTA G E It Wont Be Long Now By CHARLES COLLINS Hearst papers give the appearance of strict neutrality. The TSjews, following its time honored custom, will probably find both candidates upstanding gentle men and good citizens, but, about Octo ber 30, will decide that, for the good of the country and continued prosper ity, it would be better to stick with the "tried and found true" G. O. P. And it will so mark the specimen ballot. The Post also runs true to tradition. ITH the development of the radio, and the introduction of movietone into the theatres, the news papers really have to "jazz up" their politics this Fall to hold interest. The conservative papers are likely to worry over the reaction on their circulations. Pictorially, the movies are giving the newspapers a beating on the campaign. The voice and cheers induced by movie tone give the theatres an added advant age. And as for the radio, certainly anyone would prefer hearing speeches broadcasted than to attempt wading through nine columns of type. So it appears that the press must de pend more than ever on the cartoonists and the editorial and feature writers. The AP and UP dispatches are likely to go unread. The time honored straw vote seems to be in difficulty. Weeks ago the Examiner, with a chain of Hearst papers, went to considerable trouble; spent a neat sum of money placing vot ing machines in well populated centers and started to compile a tremendous poll. The tables suddenly dropped out of print, and only recently they started all over again, using post cards. En thusiastic partisans apparently repeated on the voting machines too often. The unpublished totals would make a good story. THE tobacco industry must look with keen approval on the rising steel work of the new Chicago Daily l^ews building. On account of the fire risk, smoking has been taboo in the present X[ews building for several years. Employes, who feel the urge, have to step out into the street for a comfort ing puff or two. After reading Bob Casey, off and on, for a considerable period, it seems improbable that light, entertaining ma terial of this kind could be produced without a friendly fag to draw on be tween paragraphs. Perhaps he works outside and mails it in. THEY would. After keeping an embargo on first-nights since the middle of June, the fantastic and mys terious powers that rule the Chicago stage would break out a new play on five days' notice and also on the hot test night of the summer. There is nothing to expect from the theatrical managers of this nation except the un expected. It is fortunate that Woods Theater, where this sultry premiere occurred, has flirted actively with motion pic tures of recent years. Having been geared up to the modernity of the cinema, it is equipped with an air- cooling system and can supply a tem perature of 70 degrees to the over heated customers of the dog-days. The opening of "Trapped," therefore, was not the ordeal by fire that it might have been. The only mopping of brows was done by the worried au thors, Max Marcin and Samuel Ship- man, veteran melodramatists who suf fered the agonies of accouchement as only collaborators can. As I gazed upon "Trapped" with the serene calm of a reviewer who doesn't have to catch the midnight mail edi tion, it occurred to me that this was the first time I had seen a play that dealt with kidnaping. I wondered why the theme had been neglected by the concocters of thespian thrills. Any kind of kidnaping, no matter how ob scure the victim, gets first page and scare-head attention from the newspa pers. It is the most emotionalized of crimes, so far as public reaction is con cerned. And yet all these years, until Messrs. Marcin and Shipman came along, the fellows whose business is writing plays have shunned it. Perhaps it was banned as a topic for drama because it is the most sordid, beastly and inexcusable of crimes. In the "old days," remember, the theater pretended to certain standards of taste. It observed certain taboos; it was men tally full of prunes. When the Great Emancipator of the drama, Papa Ibsen, appeared on the scene, it shrieked: "Take off your whiskers; we know you! You are a moral leper!" But all that has been changed. The theater has gone rough-neck. It is now the most hard-boiled institution of the American scene. So the time is ripe for a kidnaping play in which the young and lovely heroine will be sent home in a gunny sack, dismembered like a Thanksgiving Day turkey, unless her father pays the ransom. THERE is nothing abnormal in the story that Marcin and Shipman have framed, to relate it to the Hick man case, which becomes an added hor ror when one remembers that the pen alty has not yet been paid, and the Leopold and Loeb nightmare. This is a plain, businesslike abduction and holding for ransom, like the kidnaping of our best-known night-club im presario. It is so efficiently done that one hardly believes the gang will be crazy enough to kill and dismember the girl if baffled. One becomes slightly skeptical of the plot on another point: 20 THE CHICAGOAN "Lilac Time" was an unnecessarily tremendous selection for the quite ade quately tremendous Colleen Moore, visible above with the aeronautic Gary Cooper, but these things are bound to happen before the gramophonic attach ments are perfected. And she is still Colleen Moore, of course. the heroine is depicted as a debutante of Westchester County or Long Island background, and that type, if the stage has been holding the mirror up to na ture, would probably welcome kidnap ing as a new adventure and join the "mob." "Trapped" held and thrilled me for an act and a half. Then it tried to sell the motion picture rights with a dark scene on a wharf, where there were police ambuscades, swift, sinister motor-boats and pistol-shootings; and the play lost my attention, never to re gain it in spite of some well-suspended interest and a trap-door situation of dramatic power. It starts with a rush of clean-motived, fast-moving Marcinesque play-building, and it ends in Shipmanesque hugger- mugger. There, in broad lines, is my diagnosis of "Trapped." I reject the theory that an accident to the light- apparatus, which made the wharf scene almost invisible, gummed up the rest of the play at the premiere. There is something wrong with a drama that becomes confused merely because a stage hand puts a flood-light out of commission. The play that is headed for a great success supplies its own electricity. The acting of "Trapped" is excellent; or, if you chose to be finicky about defini' tions, the casting is admira ble. Felix Krembs is com pletely credible as the flam boyant Jugo-Slavian hybrid who is the master-mind of the kidnapers. Frank Mon roe is the harrowed father and John Miltern is the re lentless police inspector; and thus the leading threads of the plot are in the safe, assured hands of old-timers. For you there is Linda Wat- kins, playing the kidnaped darling with daintiness and charm; and Edwards Woods, who is exactly right as the lad who gets mixed up in the grisly busi ness and brings about the happy ending. Watchful Waiting IT is the policy of this de partment that until a play comes to Chicago it doesn't exist. We are in tensively local. We do not pretend to the universal wisdom, the far-seeing vis ion, of the newspaper the atrical columns which speak knowingly of the hits of New York, London, Paris, Berlin, Vienna and Con stantinople. Chicago is our parish, and we insist on be ing parochial. It's been a long, hard summer, mates, with noth ing to write about if you don't subscribe to Variety and read the chit-chat of Broadway. Nevertheless, the end is at hand. At the premiere of "Trapped," the lobby was full of hand-wringers who said they were the "agents" of shows that would open here on or about Labor Day. One of them mentioned "The Command to Love," and another "The Trial of Mary Dugan." Maybe there are famous plays that bear these titles, and maybe they are really coming here. Maybe the town is agog, expecting them. I don't know — but it won't be long now before I find out. THE CHICAGOAN 21 HTie CI I Lo, the Poor St By WILLIAM <The CINEMA Lo, the Poor Subtitle Reader <The CINEMA Lo, the Poor Subtitle Reader Now Showing LlLAC Time is a bit tremendous for Colleen Moore, who is, in her wee way, tremen dous enough for any picture; but it is, after all is said and done, tremendous. [See — and hear — it.] The Cardboard Lover isn't what you think it is, but it is Marion Davies and some other pretty clever and nobly tailored players and it has the virtue of complete silence. [Look, lightly.] Four Walls do not a prison make but a skull, it seems, sometimes does. The pic ture presents John Gilbert as the mental Houdini who escapes and reforms every body. Houdini is dead. [Miss it.] The Foreign Legion marches and marches, under command of Col. Lewis Stone, and Norman Kerry plays the noble young mutineer, lover, deserter, hero, etc., with out removing his shirt or taking a bath. [Tune in Coon-Sanders.] Man, Woman and Wife is memorable as the second of Norman Kerry's pictures in two weeks in which he does not strip to the screen line and lather his torso with Lux. [Better turn in and try to get some sleep.] The King of Kings really isn't a movie at all, but it is a great transcription of the Word. [Attend.] The Lights of New York is too long for a vaudeville sketch, too short for a stage play, too good to be called bad and bad enough to leave some doubt as to the ul timate function of the phonograph in the cinema. [Better inspect it.] State Street Sadie is so-called because the girl in the case is so-called and there really isn't any occasion for it — or the picture. [No.] Heart to Heart dares to prove, in this wholly undependable day, that several good actors can make good entertain ment out of practically no story at all. [Yes.] The Garden of Eden displays regal Co- rinne Griffith as a giddy young thing, rus tic Charles Ray as an amorous Parisian, and the rest of it is equally absurd. [Write somebody a letter.] Forgotten Faces is adroitly thatched mel odrama which looks all right in the piece but wrinkles when spread. [Write an other letter.] Red Lips sets up the theory that the United States could have won every event in the Olympiad by the simple expedient of sup plying its athletes gin by the gal. [Write all the folks.] Tunney-Heeney Fight Pictures will be nice for Gentlemanly Gene to show Junior while he points with pride and so forth. For other onlookers, there is lit tle suspense and seems to be no plot at all. [Go to a show.] Sunrise is the best picture in town. [Don't miss it.] Drums of Love lacks nothing but the drums to make it a typical D. W. Griffith opus — Mr. Griffith having a traditional stranglehold on these cardiac cantatas. [Patronize your naborhood icebox.] Forbidden Hours were so resolutely for bidden by the censors of this grave city that what's left is a matter of split-sec onds. [Detour four blocks south.] BODIL ROSING, the lady whose name you can never remember as that of the charming mother in pic tures like "The Wheel of Chance," "Sunrise," "Ladies of the Mob," and innumerable others, stepped out of Sol dier Field the afternoon Mr. Hoot Gib son was filming scenes for a horse epic at Mr. Tex Austin's rodeo and came in to talk about things. One of Mrs. Rosing's comments has refused to be denied transmission, bothersome as it may prove to be to the lady should this intensely local jour nal penetrate the likewise intensely local boundaries of her home town. She pointed out that it would be perfectly practicable to drive across the stage of the Woods Theater — or maybe the Great Northern — all of the covered wagons used in "The Covered Wagon," but that surely no customers (save, pos sibly, those who had come in on passes) would remain in the playhouse long enough to see the ultimate carriage exit and the play resume. Her point, of course, is that stage is stage and screen is screen and never the twain shall meet the enemy and make him a movie fan. Impressed by this pleasant metaphor — if it isn't a simile or something; these things run together so in August — your reporter sought, as reporters will, a better one. His best was the story about the walnut-stained young man who wears a turban and a kimono while playing a piano on the cinema stage under billing proclaiming him the only Persian pianist in the world, or some equally expansive enclosure. This young man, no doubt you'll recall, plays very badly. But, since no one present has ever considered the possi- R. WEAVER bilities of a Persian gentleman learning to play the piano and so, plainly, there must be some reason why it's especially difficult for a Persian to do so, there is protracted applause and the young man plays an encore (Bravo I) entirely with the left hand. MRS. ROSING was kind enough to smile at this as though she had enjoyed it and then farewell pleas' antries were amicably exchanged. But words mean — as someone who designed a Christmas card once remarked — so little. It is all very easy and pleasant for an actress and a reporter who doesn't like movies very well either to decide against the idea of a speaking screen. It is not at all easy, or pleas ant, for either the actress or the re porter to step into one of the cinemas where the screen is speaking — so to speak — and sit down. The foyer, the lobby, even the sidewalk, is cluttered with hundreds upon hundreds of human beings who have decided they would just a little rather attend these particular cinemas than any others. But this is democracy, believe it or not, and so the vote of the majority is supposed to govern. Therefore, a de partment dedicated to the interests of those readers who care for the cinema must schedule the information that names of cinemas housing speaking screens at this time, in Chicago, are: Downtown — Orpheum, McVick- ers, Roosevelt. North — Granada. West — Marbro. South — Avalon, Capitol. For current programs, look for the largest advertisements in the movie departments of the daily papers. The ads, too, squawk a little. 22 THE CHICAGOAN Mons. F. W . W oolwortK s Elite New Shofifie on Boul Mich THE CHICAGOAN 23 CHICAGOAN/ IF you should happen in at the Chi cago Athletic Association clubhouse, any hour of the day, and climb to the boxing-room, you will no doubt dis cover there a young (or not so young) millionaire, panting and puffing around that padded chamber in a vain effort to land a gloved blow upon some por tion of the chassis of a sturdy little man in tights. The sturdy little man, as he weaves and dodges, cries out in simulated terror lest the millionaire's flailing mitt do damage — which it never does; now and again he deals the wind- blown financier a playful tap on the ear, or mayhap the nose. After a time the sturdy little man calls an end to this scene of carnage and guides the lagging footsteps of his erstwhile op ponent to an adjoining room where he fans him out with a towel, and lays him away, swathed in blankets, upon a divan. All day, from ten till six, the pro cession of millionaires wends its way up to this salon of socks; each one re mains the better part of an hour, then goes upon his way, rejoicing that he has done the handsome thing by his waist line. When evening falls, the last mil lionaire departs, the sturdy little man is not so much as mildly weary. That is because he is in superb physical con dition — and has been for over a quarter of a century. IN those brave days he was the light weight champion of the world. For the sturdy little man is none other than Benny Yanger, yclept the Tipton Slasher. It is sentimentally pleasant — or per haps pleasantly sentimental — to chron icle the fact that Benny Yanger, now boxing-instructor at the C. A. A., boxed publicly for the first time within the C. A. A.'s squared ring. That was not long after the Spanish-American war — and Benny is still going strong. He has never lost his waistline nor his wallop. Benny Yanger was — and is — a fighter: a product of that bright era before pugilism became an industry like plumbing. Those were the days when the public paid to see men do battle in the good old fashioned way. The canvas-back had no standing then. Not even a sitting standing. It was an age of fighters. ARetiringChampion By RANDOLPH WELLS Benny Yanger DURING the nine years of his ring career he fought two hundred fights. In the first five of those years he never lost a decision. And he bat tled all the headliners of his day: Young Corbett, Abe Attel, Tommy Mowatt, Eddie Hanlon, Tommy Murphy, Kid Broad — dozens of others. He knocked out Young Corbett; Hon est Abe Attel he stopped in nineteen rounds. There were giants in those days. . . . That was before the introduction of standardised, Rickardized champion ships. The sporting-pages of the news papers created champions. A fighter was awarded a crown, and wore it till another fellow knocked it off. Championships changed hands fre quently — sometimes a couple of times a week — and gate receipts did not run into the millions. By every right of conquest, acclaim and newspaper space, Benny Yanger was the lightweight champion of the world. I HAVE known and boxed with Benny, off and on — mostly off — over a period of eleven years. And out of that agreeable intimacy I lift my hat to him. He possesses all the stamina and the sportsmanship of a real cham pion. He and Gene Tunney are the cleanest ringmasters I have ever en countered. Benny thrived in a day when the "game," as it is lightly re ferred to, was not remote from the el bow-touch of gambling and graft. The colorful tapestry of pugilism hung against a background of poolrooms and saloons. Many a champion's coat-tails dipped into the mire of shady transactions. But it is a tribute to Benny Yanger, as a man and as a sportsman, that he emerged with a spot less record. In his entire career not a hiss nor a cat-call was ever flung at him. He is retiring as well as a retired champion. It is no easy task to get him to break down and talk about him self. (And the world knows that fight ers, like their less hardy brethren, the actors, are, as a class, little loath to sound the trumpet at their own ap proach.) Benny Yanger is a hero but not a ham. Accounts of his victories and triumphs I have been forced to cull by devious ways from ancient newspaper files and records of the ring. And it was not from Benny himself that I learned that his manager and pal in the early days was no less a per sonage than Mr. John Hertz, the big taxi and bus man from Chicago. And it was not from Benny himself that I learned that his manager and pal in the early days was no less per sonage than Mr. John Hertz, the big taxi and bus man from Chicago. Think ing it odd that he had never mentioned this fact to me, I asked him why. "Well," replied Benny, whose speech is rich with the accent of Al Smith's side of New York, "maybe Mr. Hertz wouldn't like to have people think he was ever mixed up in the fight busi ness. So I don't say anything about it. . . ." He added a delicate suggestion that I make no mention of Mr. Hertz in my article; in fact, that he would be just as happy if I left him out of it. But I cannot believe that John Hertz could be other than pleased at the juxta position of his name with Benny Yan ger 's. fie was, once upon a time, a fighter's manager — and the fighter was a clean champion. I like to fancy that nowadays when the Tipton Slasher fares forth upon the town he has a Yellow Cab at his disposal. And I devoutly hope that the meter is never turned on. 24 THE CHICAGOAN BOOK/ Another Novel More or Less About Chicago By SUSAN WILBUR THERE are those who hold that the only test for love is whether ab sence makes the heart grow fonder or not. And if at any time this summer you have made an attempt to escape the thermometer it may have occurred to you that absence might be used to even greater advantage as the test of one's Chicagoanism. You are sitting on the porch of a summer hotel in some spot where the breeze really blows cool and water runs drinkable from the faucets and where the smell is not of petrol but of pine trees with the sun on them. Someone takes the rocking chair next to yours. I believe they are going to speak. And wherever that summer hotel may be, short of Peking, China, this is what they are going to say to you: "I see by the register that you are from Chi cago. What does it feel like to live in Chicago?" Nice of them. Fun to talk to a stranger about Chicago when you are, after all, a little bit homesick for it. You begin by saying that it depends upon what part of it you're in. North Michigan is something like New York. Plymouth Court on a foggy day seems more like London. So does Washing ton Park — almost find yourself looking about for sheep. The University feels 'Just ... a mo — ment . . . p-p-please' like Oxford, apart, of course, from the accent. And so on. You stop. They look puzzled. Then they say: "I should think it would be more like liv ing in Moscow during the revolution; machine gun fire keeping you awake nights and all that." Which brings us to MacKinlay Kan- tor's new novel, "Diversey," a book which describes so exactly what non residents commonly suppose it feels like to live in Chicago, that really I would propose your not only reading, but even memorizing parts of it, that is, if your summer holiday happens by any chance to be still ahead of you, and if you are without pride. THE hero is an out-of-town boy, Marry Javlyn, who has come up from Clay City to hunt a newspaper job. And these are the events of his first forty-eight hours: He meets at his rooming house a girl named Jo Ruska and takes her out in the evening for a walk. They have no sooner found a nice secluded bench in the park than a "Mormon," Jo's way of expressing it, comes along and interrupts them. Javlyn knocks him out. On that first night at the rooming house Javlyn had also met a mysterious man named Abe Wise, who carries a gun in his hip pocket. The next night two gangsters are murdered at the corner, and the night after that Javlyn, lingering in the gunman's room, is himself shot in the head. Wise foots the hospital bill and sends Javlyn to the County Building with an introduction worth $52.80 a week — which introduction is somehow felt by those receiving it to be under lined by his bandaged head. But Javlyn has another string to his bow, namely the "Column." Back in Iowa he had had two poems published by the famous J. R. P. — whom he pro ceeds to look up. Though even when most enveloped in the atmosphere of a columnar Tuesday evening, Mr. Kantor does not fail to remind us of the real Chicago that lies beyond those sacred cockroach ridden confines. He tells us how in the very next block a woman is busy putting cyanide of potassium in her husband's sandwich. Chicago children he divides into three classes: those who will grow up to paint lampshades, those who will grow up to drive taxis, and those who wilt grow up to hang. Or, in Other Words — [Note: Mr. Francis Coughlin, whose Journalistic Journeys in behalf of The Chi cagoan have taken him at times into con tact with the community treated in Mr. Kantor's work, adds an unsolicited testi monial.] MARSHALL (MARRY) JAV LYN, sometime reporter on the Courier of Clay City, Iowa, is discov ered in the hall bedroom of a Chicago rooming house. He has 26 dollars in cash, vague hopes for a job on a city newspaper, three years in the United States Cavalry and two contributions to J. R. P.'s column behind him. Also, he has a disposition to "write his guts out." Without any too exact research in chronology the young reporter — say in six weeks — gets on in the wicked city. He— (a) Finds a bill fold belonging to Abe Wise (Steve Gold) the most famous bootlegger in town. This in cident leads to friendship and profit. (b) Acquires a mistress, Jo Ruska; they are promptly married — in the sight of God. (c) Meets J. R. P., the famous col umnist, and so crashes that literary man's famed and witty circle. (d) Vanquishes a wealthy moron in Lincoln Park. (e) Sins with Doris Halt, perhaps the most worldly of J. R. P.'s academy. (f) Is shot by a gangster. (g) Secures a job from the city at $52.80 a week. (h) Sees Wise (Gold) machine- gunned. (i) Composes an immortal prose poem of 48 lines, pronounced great by J. R. P. It includes: "Glide, glide: Five thousand bucks — The coffin where you hide!" There are 45 other lines. Besides which the book abounds in zestful incidents. Now it has already been urged against the volume that, insofar as such happenings are extremely disquieting, immoral and improbable, "Diversey" is a poor book. In fairness to Mr. Kantor, such criticism is nonsense. "Diversey" is poor because it is poorly done; because it is hectic, dis ordered, inept. Its prose is strained, in the familiar "Line" idiom. Its char- THE CHICAGOAN 25 acters are moulded after shoddy models of gunmen, shopgirls, near-poets, drabs and lunatics (witness the symposia in J. R. P.'s apartments), and the mould ing poorly done so that resulting figures are lifeless despite frantic gesturings. The book is over-written and over- climaxed. It does not lay hold of the emotions of the reader. And it misses the glamor and gusto of The Second City — one would guess its author tried too hard. Young men impelled to "write their guts out" too often suffer a needless eviceration. An eviceration fatal to the artist and extremely in sanitary in the eyes and nostrils of the reader. — F. C. C. Paragraph Pastime The Island of Cptain Sparrow, by S. Fowler Wright. (Cosmopolitan Book Corporation.) The English writer who burst into a late but sudden fame with "Deluge" follows it with a slighter and more popular book which, to paraphrase an old-time tea advertisement, reminds us of the delicious romances of fifty years ago. "The Island of Captain Sparrow" can be recommended for vacation read ing but for nothing else. While parts of "Deluge" were comparable to the early Wells, this book is comparable only to a collaboration between a very young Jules Verne and Bram Stoker — who wrote of vampires in the literal sense. It tells us how an invalid, sailing the Pacific in search of health, is cast away and finds an island. This island is in habited by a race of horned satyrs and they have been subjected to the two rather awful processes of inter marriage with a pirate's crew who were brought to the island by their captain and of eating by these same people — the eating, however, being confined to one male a month, who is hunted down and slain while his companions look on in differently. But this is by no means all. There is a higher race on the island — of priests and their wives who dwell in a temple and its enclosed grounds, un molested by the later settlers. And, for good measure there is a race of birds which, either by training or natural pre dilection, do the gardening of the island. And the heroine comes from none of these stocks but is a French girl who was wrecked with her father and two sailors. Her father and one of the men died after they reached the island but one has sur vived to act as villian in the story. It is a tale of villainy and bloodshed and Mr. Wright seems especially to delight in the varied forms of bloodshed, comment ing on them as well as describing them. Of course the whole machinery of his tale is artificial and arbitrary and so he can do what he likes — and he does plenty. The reader who likes thrills for thrills' sake and will enjoy the book. The more sophisticated reader will get most of his fun by a sort of informal psycho analysis of the author as he goes along. "Tell me, Tillie . . . how do you like Chanel's new bathing jewelry?' MU/ICAL NOTE/ Tidings from the Auditorium By ROBERT POLLAK THE Chicago Civic Opera makes some interesting announcements. Consistent with its aim to give young American artists a square deal, it tells of the addition to the company of Marion Claire, about whom much has already appeared in the dailies, Alice Mock, a young California girl with a long record of achievement in small but worthy European companies, Hilda Burke, rumored a protege of Raisa, Patricia O'Connel, hailing from Ala bama, a winner of the Juillard founda tion prize, Antonietta Consoli, born in Massachusetts and trained in Milan, and Barre-Hill, a young Chicagoan who has been heard here both with the sym phony and the American Opera company. New sets are being prepared for a revival of Mozart's Marriage of Figaro. The local organization has ample re sources among its artists for a note worthy production of Mozart's great work. Other revivals which are far from exciting in advance prospectus in clude The Tales of Hoffman and Bellini's Norma. One notes several high spots besides Figaro. The magnificent Olszewka will be here to do Octavian in Der Rosen- kavalier. Vanni-Marcoux will sing Boris. The delicious Spanish Hour of Ravel appears as a revival and Honeg- ger's Judith will be heard again, coin cident with his tour of America. There is also mention of a one-acter by Alfred Bachelet called Quand la Cloche Son- nera, which was produced at the Comique in 1922. It is about the Russia of 1914 and is a new one on us. From the complete roster of artists few of the old favorites are omitted with the exception of Lenska, whose name fails to appear on the list of con traltos. Mason, Muzio, Raisa and la Garden, Van Gordon and Claessens, Hackett, Lamont, Marshall, and Schipa, Rimini, Formichi and Vanni-Marcoux, Kipnis and Lazzari, all the imposing old faithfuls are there. Everything seems set for the last season at the old familiar stand. At Ravinia ON the night of Saturday, August 11, the Ravinians, heartily aided by the glorious voice and vivid stage personality of Schipa, gave a first rate performance of old Rossini's Barber of Seville. The opera stands well the test of time and, even if it were on its aesthetic death-bed, the Ravinia cast 26 THE CHICAGOAN AT THE OPERA The soeial life of Chicago re volves around the season of the Chicago Civic Opera. If you plan to entertain this win ter in either a small or large way, we would call your attention to the pleasure and comfort of hav ing a box at the opera. Several boxes seating six are avail able for the full twelve-week period (with the usual two Satur day matinees in addition) at a con tract price of $970 and $750, according to the location. There are also a few boxes for alternate weeks, including four- seated boxes. The prices range from $325 to $485 for six per formances. Another attractive box offer is that for five special Saturday matinees, Nov. 10, Dec. 8 and 29, and Jan. 12 and 26. A horseshoe box seat ing six for these five performances may be had for $300, and a side box seating six for $225. Details of location and further in formation may be had by tele phoning or writing the Opera Box Committee, Auditorium Theatre, Congress Street, Chicago. Tele phone Harrison 1240. THE CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA The Baldwin Is the Official Piano of the Chicago Civic Opera Company could guarantee to bring it to life. Its faults, to be sure, are patent to us now : an abundance of codas that occur with boring monotony, a plethora of colora tura ornament, a scattering of long and dull recitative passages accompanied by harpsichord (or the Ravinia equiva lent). Rossini suffers unfortunately for his devotion to Mozart. The bulk of his thirty-five operas have long since passed into oblivion because they nowhere at tained the Mozartian quality he so patiently strived for; and the not in frequent passages of real beauty in the Barber sound more like Mozart than Rossini. It may have been for this reason that the chubby Italian prac tically retired from composition at the age of thirty-seven and spent the rest of his days baking fancy pastries. But perhaps it is sheer futility to quibble about the Barber. Figaro has become a familiar figure of the lyric stage by Mozart and Rossini out of Beaumarchais and were he to disap pear it would be a serious loss. IN performance men have always dominated the Barber. It has been this way since Garcia created Count Almaviva and Zamboni the ubiquitous Figaro. The one feminine role, that of Rosina, is slight and marred by the traditional vocal pyrotechnics of Ros sini's time. The applause after Una voce poco fa has become largely a mat ter of politeness to the presiding soprano. At Ravinia the men were Schipa, Basiola, Lazzari and Trevisan. It is commonplace to say that the first named is the finest lyric tenor in the world today, and, as the amorous count, a spirited actor besides. Basiola plays Figaro traditionally, with a little more gusto than subtlety. He is a good, competent baritone. Lazzari, as Don Basilio, carries away the comedy honors. An extremely versatile artist, this gentleman, who can one night be the grim Tuscan monarch of The Love of Three Kings and the next, the grotesque pedant of Rossini's comedy. Trevisan, as Dr. Bartolo, contributed a skilful picture of malicious and ridiculous senility. The performance was skil fully kept in hand by Papi. Alas, Puccini OCCASIONALLY we renew our conviction that the operas of Puccini are so much tripe. Four years ago we dropped in at the Volksoper in THE CHICAGOAN 27 Vienna to hear Butterfly. And when a fat Pinkerton arose and began to garble the Star Spangled Banner we fled to the Rathauskeller. The annual experiment for 1928 was held August 14 at Ravinia Park, the specimen being the well-known Tosca. And after care ful study we arrived once more at the conclusion that Puccini is so much tripe. There is nothing to be done about it. They will continue to worship his home at La Scala. His familiar tunes will still arise like some miasma from the swamps of the cafe orchestras. And the audiences of every world capital will flock to hear Butterfly and La Boheme and Tosca while the shekels roll into the pockets of the Puccini heirs and the Ricordi boys. Our complaint is singularly futile and has been made in the prints with sickening regularity since the beginning of the century. Puccini is mawkish, he is cheap, his modernisms are affected and, by now, terribly stale. He has a Belasco-Sardou kind of mind, and he is cheaply pretentious. But his public, like Dr. Frank Crane's, is large and devoted. We haven't the faintest chance of keeping anybody away from his sorry exhibits. At Ravinia what faint charm he has is magnified by the artistry of Rethberg and Johnson as Floria Tosca and her artist chum. Danise as Scarpia, the Simon Legree of the opera stage, acquits himself with creditable malevolence. The Lake Forest debs drive home with satisfied shudders. Pretty faces may still be hungry faces ~ ~ "feed your face" and also cleanse it with Essential Cream . . . two creams in one jar! THE fastest, surest, most enchantingly fragrant way to skin health and beauty is Essential Cream. An ambidextrous cream! With its left hand it cleanses your face better than the proverbial scrub bing brush... with its right it penetrates the pores, feeds your face with its soft gracious texture... gives it new life. Thousands of modern women are devotees of Essential Cream. If you are an eager beginner go to any smart shop. 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Address. r£] ¦ ^^^ , , rhe CWICACOCNNE Shoes and the Impending Vogue By ARCYE WILL WITH most of the sales of sum' mer shoes about over, the Fall modes are being shown everywhere to help — or confuse, depending on your disposition and such — in your selection of a new outfit. So far the smart shops have not enough new dress models to warrant an ultimatum as to what will be worn, but certainly the autumnal shades, tete de negre, tobacco, deep reds and deep bottle green, are much in evidence. This also applies to hats (felt still the favorite, slight variation of texture and snappy new names) so, if you can de' cide definitely what you will wear, go ahead and get your shoes. Alfred Ruby, 76 E. Madison St., is the exclusive distributor of a Swiss sandal which is ideal as a walking shoe or for the school girl. The quarter is solid kid, holding the heel most firmly; the vamp lattice, and this also is firm and will not stretch. It comes in black patent, brown kid, tan goatskin and white kid. They also have an excep tionally trim fitting high heeled navy blue moire pump with a small instep strap. The Juvenile department has a three tie shark skin (pebbly looking) oxford, which is water proof. WOLOCK AND BAUER, 2 N. Michigan Ave., have both green and dark blue alligator high heeled pumps with an instep strap. A blue kid pump, medium heel, with turned over suede tongue trimmed with steel beads. And for the autumn golfer, tan and brown woven leather brogues. Foster children's shoes are very sim- pie. To insure a proper fit, which is so necessary, they have an X'ray ap- paratus which clearly shows the posi' tion of each little toe in the shoe. Also, your child can ride a horse and re' ceive a present with each visit. O'Connor and Goldberg, Madison St., has some beautiful nigger brown suedes with imported bone buckles (very good). Also navy kid pumps with the same buckle in lapis coloring which I think lovely. There seem to be a great many of the lower heeled shoes being shown. Quite a few oxfords in the colored kids or suedes, a small Colonial tongue showing above the eyelet tie. Plain THE CHICAGOAN 29 color crepe de chine Opera pumps with silver or gold edging for evening. Tangerine, especially attractive, and to wear with these large cut crystal buckles in the same or a complementary color. STEVENS has a set of new perfumes depicting the Perfumed Year (in Spanish names). They come in ap' propriately colored tall triangular boxes which form a square when fitted to gether. All the flagons are black and gold, especially designed to symbolise the modern trend of dynamic art. Au' tumn, "Para el atono," (brown and russet box) is heavenly. "C'est ca," a multicolored pyramid box with a black skyscraper bottle, is another that any one would rejoice to own. On the second floor is to be found the ultimate in service for the fastidious woman. It is called The Make-Up Box. Here is a table filled with all shades of powder and a small scale. Another is piled with lovely rose and silver boxes, and you can recline in a comfy chair and have an expert blend your own most complimentary shade to match or to suit as you will. This is put up in the aforementioned boxes with your name inscribed. The ingredients are filed, so that, wherever you may be, by informing them of your number, you may be beautiful once more, still or again. Miss Edythe Paterson, 840 Ainslie St., telephone Edgewater 8132, has a very good selection of hook rugs made by the mountain whites of North Caro- lina. Each one bears the name of the family who wove it. The coloring, rather brilliant pastels in the formal and informal designs. The assortment ranges from candle pads and chair seats to rug sizes. Prices are very reasonable and Miss Paterson brings her selection to your home by appointment so that you may try a rug with home surroundings. Which reminds me that this would be a good practice in purchasing all home furnish ings and the more I go about the more I think of how our eyes must be devoid of color memory if we can judge by some of the glaring inharmonies of color to be noticed. SECESSION, LTD., 1008 N. Dear born St., whom I have mentioned before, have some modern hooked rugs by contemporary American artists. Among them Henriette Reiss, Ralph Pearson, John Storrs, and Aladjalov. I can not here take space to go into CWICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Going away? The Chicagoan will follow you — making its jirst fornightly arrival three weeks after notice — if you will fill in the ap pended form. (Name) (New address) (Old address) _ - (Date of change) - 30 THE CHICAGOAN Hi ¦ The finest entertainment in the world's most beautiful theatres Marks Bros* Granada (Sheridan at Devon) & Marbro (Madison at Crawford) The only theatres in Chicago built for the perfected Vitaphone and Movietone. Home of all the great stage stars, spectacular presentations and diver tissements. Featuring the finest photoplays of all the great producers. Apartment Town Homes of 8 and 9 Rooms 4 Baths at a surprisingly low cost 399 Fullerton Parkway [Overlooking Lincoln Par\~\ offers all the essentials you most desire in a home Location Environment Convenient arrangement of rooms Perfection of equipment and appointments Included in the few remaining apartments is the entire 17th floor which will allow an arrangement of 12 to 17 rooms For appointment phone Mr. F. H. Roys, Superior 8320 Kirkham Hayes Corporation 612 North Michigan Ave. the real art value of these but will have to be satisfied with a brief description. One by Henriette Reiss is round in shades of soft blue and a gray moon. Truly beautiful. A black and white by Pearson and by John Storrs, a sculp' tor by vocation, a lovely green, white and black irregular waved stripe ob' long. These are not terribly expensive as you might suppose and I personally feel would be an asset to any room. You should sentence me to Arizona for a summer for not discovering sooner that inside of a week at all the lead' ing music stores you will hear the most marvelously toned portable phonograph. They are the usual size but very dis' tinctly an improvement over the usual in tone and volume. Q. R. S., they are called, and you may have them with hand or electrical winding. The latter is very ingenious, as three dry batteries are sufficient for 2,000 records. Always did think they would some day find another use for them than just ringing door bells. The same initials, Q. R. S., I found on a movie camera and projector which is quite the most attractive I have seen. Less than a hundred dollars for every thing complete. In this they use the same lens for taking and projecting, which, while it saves the cost of two, also has the advantage of reproducing the picture exactly as it was taken. These come in a variety of colors, which frankly appealed to me . more than the mechanical advantages ex' plained by Wurlitsers' salesman. THE CHICAGOAN 51 TOWN TALK AT about this time of the year 1925 /\ — or was it '26? — townbound citi zens gave close attention to workmen revising the facade of a building slightly north of Randolph street on the Boule' vard. Gay liberties were being taken with the original owner's conception of architectural proprieties. Spanish arches emerged, in due season, from the clut' ter of cratings, plaster boxes and burlap wrappings. A gorgeous entrance was disclosed — at an expense keyed to proper register — through which one might pass to the sanctum wherein were displayed beautiful prints of a potential paradise designated Coral Gables. One might buy real estate. Many did. Townbound citizens passing the spot today pay no particular attention to the Spanish arches, which now afford ideally shaped recesses for appropriately ornamental pumping apparatus emitting — at ten cents the glass — California Orange Juice. Juvenile Department ACROSS Van Buren street from the ^ new portion of the Chicago club building, now occupied, the Chicago Conn Company has its place of busi' ness. For many years this concern has supplied musical instruments, saxo' phones and allied impedimenta to local orchestras. It is, in fact, a fixture of the street, never boisterous in the conduct of its quite extensive business and modest withal. Yet it has lately come under protracted discussion among observant residents of the club. On a recent afternoon one of these, grandparent many times over, turned from the window through which he had been gazing and, making his way out of the building, walked slowly to the opposite side of the street. Returning, to the club room, he displayed the card upon which he had copied, from a sign in the instrument company's display space, the legend: "For Your Boy or Girl. A Piano Accordeon. Five Easy Lessons Free." The discussion followed, culminating in complete agreement of those present on the opinion that, Presi' dent Coolidge's advocacy of peace not' withstanding, the good oldfashioned drum — not too substantially constructed —is still the ideal outlet for young America's musical energies. Fair and Warmer A CORRESPONDENT has request ed The Chicagoan to do what' ever can be done about the weather This man probably knows more about the human skin than any one else in the world. He is Dr. Francois Debat, chief dermatologist of the Saint Antoine Hospital in Paris . . . creator of I N N O X A (PUT YOUR SKIN ON A MILK DIET) LAIT INNOXA is so easily applied that it needs no demonstration! Use it for a min ute or two, morning and night . . . your skin will find it strength giving, rejuvenating and cleansing Obtainable at leading stores everywhere 2.00 3.50 4.00 For the Vivid Season "The Chicagoan," 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3— two years, $5. (I have checked my choice as you will notice.) Name Address.. 32 THE CHICAGOAN Select Your Home Now At the Whitehall LIVE IN THIS distinguished building less than a mile from the loop— in the smartest and most convenient residen tial section. Completely furnished apart ments^— 1 to 6 rooms rich in the charm and comfort of the Early American Period. So unusually attractive so quaint and re- freshing— that all Chicago is talking about The Whitehall. Complete hotel service. A truly smart and up-to-date place to live — entirely apart from the commonplace. 21 stories high each apartment commanding a magnificent view. Several apartments with fireplaces available unfurnished. 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Kleist Richard Long Ralph Larson Paul Lukacek Robert Lewis Harry Morrow Charles Majewski Sidney Meyers Harold Martin William Morris Carl Peterson Helen Purcell Frank Palmer Albert Prucha William Rankin John Ross The Chicagoan bureau. His complaint is against the policy of the institution rather than the punctuality, accuracy or scientific relia bility which comprise, as everyone knows, its favorite virtues. Mr. C- points out that the bureau, or at least its publicity department, has been steadily engaged in letting us know that Au gust 19, 1873, was much warmer than last Sunday, that Monday of this week was perf ectfully delightful as contrasted against August 20, 1887, and that yes terday would have been welcome as a breese off Lake Zurich in 1900. No matter how much enthusiasm we may be able to generate when the con temporary mercury rises, Mr. C 's letter continues, the late evening edi tions of the morning papers are sure to insinuate that we are delicate descend ants of a hardier people. And, he asks, to what purpose? Follows, then, an ar gument to the effect that the weather bureau would find itself much better liked — indeed, even popular — if the daily announcements were based upon figures showing that the day which everyone believes is the warmest on rec ord is the warmest on record. We re fer the matter to Mr. Cox, with ap proval. The Noisres TWO or three facts pertaining to the speaking screen, a topic of dis cussion almost anywhere this month, are conversational assets. One may say, for instance, that when "Lilac Time" was rehearsed locally — rehearsals are at tended by the censor board, whose quar ters in City Hall are not equipped for sound reproduction — it was discovered that the tenth and final reel was strangely out of gear. Airplanes crashed to the ground and were consumed by fire before the sounds of whirring motors ceased. Knocks on a door were heard before the door was knocked upon. Finally, a new reel received by air mail from the laboratory at Camden, New Jersey, was found to be little bet ter than that originally received. Ad justments were made ultimately, by lengthening and shortening various printed captions in such manner as to synchronise visible and audible records during intervening sequences. If one's listeners are not interested in mechanical matters, in which case they will regret the passing of the or chestral musicians formerly employed at the Roosevelt and McVickers, the state ment that these musicians have been added to the orchestras of other Balaban and Katz theatres will serve nicely. Indubitably — The Chicagoan — mature, serenely sophisticated as the Sphinx, but sprightly as its own completely modern environment. READ— Society Scribblers By ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. — in the next, issue of The Chicagoan. (Newsstands will have it September 8. An excerpt gleams in the enclo sure to your right.) WE are the pests of the trade. The common est nuisance that besets the Cook County intelligentsia. A sort of literary parasite that ex ists in every civilized or uncivilized community. Nothing can kill us — neither rainy seasons nor runs on the market, Christmas rushes, visits from royalty or that terrible scourge, a really dull Summer. . . . 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