For Forfnicibf Eodio£ October 20. 1928 Price 15 Cents PACKARD 1 r my experience is that the best is always the cheapest in the long run— in any line — clothes, automobiles, or shot guns. If you keep a Packard, say four years, it won't cost you any more than your present car. You buy two cars now to my one, pay as much deprecia tion as I do and then don't have the car you want. And I'll bet you a good dinner that the expenses of running my Packard, gas, oil, repairs, and so on, aren't a bit more than you are paying. ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE Illustrated above is the Packard Eight 633 Seven -Passenger Sedan TI4ECI4ICAGOAN ^pecializi eciaiizine in s x^hic . . . from tne minutest detail ol a single costume to tne assembling ol an entire wardrobe. A telephone call to Otate 1000, local 2667 readies our Jasnion Advisor. Sixth Floor, JS/Liaale, State Line jl ashion JLJureau MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY 2 TI4ECUICAG0AN -~~~™*-^sS«i*""""""a /CJ DL^^r^NiEofsrH T OCCASIONS OPTICAL— Our National Defense assailed by Knute Rockne's irresistible forces in the Navy-Notre Dame game at Soldier Field, October 13. AURAL — American Opera, artistry in Eng<> lish, at the Erlanger through October 27. MUSICAL — Frederick Stock's veteran en' semble tunes up for another season with the classics at Orchestra Hall, October 12. MENTAL — Another Chicagoan engages the thinking fellow, October 20. STAGE Musical Comedy GOOD HEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. A resounding hit, bright, tuneful, sightly and merry. The best musical show in town. Abe Lyman's orchestra. Curtain 8:20. .Thursday and Saturday 2:20. MANHATTAN MARY— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. Ed Wynn, incomparable clown, turns a good and sightly performance into a whooping hit. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE RED ROBE— Majestic, 22 West Mon roe. Central 8240. Walter Woolf fore- cast in the lead and an able, toothsome supporting cast for a musical romance. To be reviewed. MY MARYLAND— Great Northern, 21 West Quincy. Central 8240. Stonewall Jackson dialogue, with Barbara Fritchie set to music by Sigmund Romberg in a popular and swinging operetta. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama THE COMMAND TO LOVE— Stude- baker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. A wise and worldly play splendidly handled for the best naughty comedy in town and an unforgettable evening. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE TRIAL OF MARY DUGAN— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Ann Harding, blonde, fragile and you-know-she-never-done-it, sits through a thriller with incidental thrusts at the Law. Good entertainment. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THEATRE GUILD— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. The New York players enter on the second of a notable foursome in "Marco Millions," beginning October 8, followed by "Volpone," Oc- tober 22 and "Porgy" November 5. See THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS The Vivid Season, by Richard Sal mon - .A Cover Current Entertainment for the Fort night Ending October 20 Page 2 Gastronomical Geography 4 Notes and Comment, By Martin }. Quigley 9 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 10 List Life, by Dorothy Aldis 1 1 The 5:10, by Margrette Oatway 12 Traffic, by Charlotte Armstrong 13 American Tragedies, by A. King 14 Five Decades in a Bar Room, by Wal lace Rice 15 Towertown Topics, by Lady De Lala.. 16 The Service Club Follies, by Francis C. Coughlin 17 Political Cartoon, by Burton Browne 18 "One That Was Not Hanged," by Samuel Putnam 19 Movie, by Blanche Goodman Eisendrath 20 Edwin D. Krenn — Chicagoan, by Helen S. Young 21 WGN— A Journalistic Journey 22 Speaking of Operations, by Kent Straat 23 The Stage, by Charles Collins 24 Fistiana, by Lawrence Kraft 25 Books, by Susan Wilbur 26 London, England, by E. S. Kennedy.... 27 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 29 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 30 Newsprint, by Ezra 32 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 34 Autumnal Exhibits 36 Town Talk 37 page 24 for remarks on the Guild itself and on "Arms and the Man" closing October 7. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SILEHT HOUSE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A yell and shudder melodrama. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE QUEENS HUSBAND— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A very smooth, well-acted, amusing and pleasant ly satirical piece well worth an evening. See page 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. BURLESQUE— Harris, 170 North Dear born. Central 1880. Hal Skelly and Barbara Stanwyck in a comedy of stage people refreshingly written and most competently done. See page 24. Cur tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE BIG POND— Woods, 54 West Ran dolph. State 8567. A drama new to this town with Kenneth MacKenna. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE LITTLE CLAY CART— Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Cen tral 7085. An interesting piece of stage history from India nicely worked out and consummately set. Worth an eve ning. Opens October 8. CINEMA UHITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Consistently the best cinema in Town. Modern, mannerly, modest. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— Rich in tradition, rigid in military deportment, a commodious and comfortable cinema just now a bit raucous with automatic accom paniments for usually good pictures. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— A little newer than McVickers, a little smaller, a little less formal and a lot less comfort able. Non-partisan despite its name. CHICAGO— State at Lake— The Town's show cinema, the place to take the cousin from Walla Walla, and a usually good show usually composed of too many and varied elements. Five thousand — count em — seats; mostly occupied. Continuous and well patrolled by Balaban 6? Kats cadets. ORIENTAL— 20 W. Randolph— Scene of Paul Ash's rise, leavetaking and — tem porarily — return. Pictures, too, are shown. And the best stage band in Town, if a stage band may be described as best. North GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon — Pleas antly Spanish,- warmly spacious, amply ac- [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan — Mart 111. New York Office Fortnight ending Octob THECmCAGOAN fifty thousand faces one hundred thousand feet twenty-two men one coveted foot-ball that coveted ball might wisely be compared to "Selma" — that dashing new model from "the Shoe Box" which will be sought after by twenty- two girls wanted by one hundred thousand feet and seen by fifty thousand faces Selma ... a new three strap model in Black, Blue or Brown Suede. The slender high heel, short vamp and small metal buckles add measurably to its distinctive smartness, #10.50 THE SHOE BOX— FIFTH FLOOR Cit4/ . A. Jtevenx . & . Eta©/ trie shoe oov y* us. .... 0(f. .-¦Yf'^/ f ....shoes jor tic ijcunc^er set A TI4ECUICAG0AN commodated and altogether hospitable. Expertly awarded palm as housing best sound-reproducing equipment in Town. Stage stars, stage bands, organ produc tions and motion pictures. South AVALON — 79th at Stony Island Avenue —A Moorish temple over a Moorish garden by a Swedish architect for Irish showmen and their extremely variegated stockholders. A delight in itself. Audi ble pictures, actors and bandsmen. West MARBRO — Madison at Crawford — Sister to the Granada and sharer with that thea tre in stage stars, bands and performers. Not to mention pictures, which talk and otherwise engage ear as well as eye. TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. A highly civilized spot in the culture area at the tip of Lake Michigan. Margraff's music. August Dittrich ie maitre de hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous inn, cliff like on the boulevard, but nicely scaled down to individual comfort and service. Husk O'Hare in the main dining room for dancing from 6:30 until 9:30. Stadler is headwaiter. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Peacock Alley and the wise glitter of the Balloon Room make the Congress a show place. Johnny Hemp's sauve band. Ray Barrec is head- waiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A well situated hostelry gracious and comfortable. An unusually good orchestra, the Palmer House Sym phony. Mutschler is headwaiter. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. The best of night places, naughty music, notable people, merry, knowing, late and luxurious until 7 a. m. or thereabouts. And Helen, lovely hostess. Yeh, we mean Helen De Lay an' what's it to ya? Johnny Itta is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260, 3818, 3819. A wide and hand some place with rustic trimmings (no derogation) and a negro band under Professor Tyler. Gay people. Hostesses. Entertainment. Gene Harris is head- waiter. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. Young and lively, this place packs 'em in night after night. The swooning music of Guy Lombardo, unsurpassed anywhere in the city. Gay. Billy Leather is headwaiter. CHEZ PIERRE— Ontario and Fairbanks Court. Superior 1347. Conservative, a good floor show, competent music, inno cent fun, and the setting by Pierre. A wholesome and satisfying club entirely adequate for fair sized evening. Earl Hoffman's band. Paul is headwaiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. New and im proved, Petrushka selects its clients from the people whose names are news. Me morable victuals. A brisk show. No whoopee. Khmara is master of cere monies. Kinsky is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Stage stars after theatre for the best club show in town. A diversified [listings begin on page 2] group of patrons, unusually frolicsome after a football game. Considerable whoopee until 2 a. m. Julius Brown is headwaiter. CLUB APEX— 330 East 35th. Douglas 4878. A black and tan not recommended to visiting Southrons, but popular, noisy, informal and something of a show place. Jimmy Newman plays the music. Frankie Sine is headwaiter. Open all night. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2142. The noisiest night club on earth and consequently a show place widely known. Informal (very) and cheap (really). Johnny Makely is head- waiter. BEAU MONDE CLUB— 519 Diversey Parkway. Diversey 10020. New and well patronized, the Beau Monde special izes in dancing, dining, a floor show and, biggest attraction, a tricky trick door. Reasonably priced. Adequate music. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EKGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Here British cooks work wonder with the rap turous victuals of Albion. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi gan. Michigan 1837. Victory 10533. Creole artists do spendid things with food in the New Orleans tradition. The Lordly Pompano is served in glory. Music for dancing, if the diner is able. Mons. Max is headwaiter. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 North Rush. Delaware 4598. A sturdy meal in a pic turesque parlor well worth an evening. . CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. Delaware 1825. Mons. Mosgofian, pro prietor of this Turkish restaurant super vises the production of tasty and un pronounceable dishes which go to make up an adventure in eating. Small and highly perfumed but increasingly popular. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. German cookery lov ingly purveyed in as quaint and com fortable a dining room as exists in this town. JULIENS'— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. French food and no fooling at plain tables. Something of a show place. Huge portions. FRASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. A quiet, well-bred Italian restaurant offer ing excellent meals and good service. Nice people. JIM IRELAND'S OTSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. Delaware 4144. Sea foods of all descriptions and some dishes which baffle the puny adjective. A noteworthy place for after theatre supper. Open until 4 a. m. LAIGLON— 22 West Ontario. Delaware 1909. French again and moderately high toned. Private dining rooms if desired. Teddy Majerus is host and guide to a very competent cuisine. SALLY'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. A break fast place until 9 a. m. or thereabouts for a sprightly night life crowd with occasional and amusing impromptu broad casters. Might drop in. MARINE DINING ROOM— Edgewater Beach Hotel. Longbeach 6000. A most pleasant, adequate and highly respectable dinner, dance selection. Music under the baton, of Ted Fiorito. William is headwaiter. And unusually nice people. DRAKE HOTEL— Michigan Avenue at Lakeshore Drive. Superior 2200. An other proper, enjoyable, civilized inn with good dance music by Davis and highly satisfying food and service. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. SHORELAKD HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. Excellent places, both, for a meal after a football game south or north. OUT OF TOWN GAMES— At Ann Arbor try the Michigan Union, or better drive eight miles to the Huron at Ypsi- lanti, or still better Detroit. At Cham paign, the Inman, fair, or the Urbana- Lincoln, so-so. Or better, return to Chi cago. At Madison, the Lorraine or the Par\. At Minneapolis, the Nicollet, Radisson, Duyc\man in order named. At South Bend, the Oliver, or better, drive back to Chicago. And the Little Girls BON APPETIT— 108 East Walton Place. Luncheons, afternoon teas, cakes and pas tries are here vended by alumnae of the Sacred Heart Convent to benefit that in stitution. VASSAR HOUSE— 153 East Erie. Dela ware 3143. Eat and support a Vassar scholarship. Nice place. SPORTS FOOTBALL— October 6— Notre Dame at Wisconsin, Wyoming, Lake Forest at Chicago*, Butler at Northwestern, Brad ley at Illinois, Ohio Wesleyan at Michi gan. October 13 — Notre Dame-Navy, Soldier's Field, Ohio State at Northwestern, Iowa at Chicago, Coe at Illinois, Cornell Col lege, North Dakota State* at Wisconsin, Indiana at Michigan. October 20 — Indiana at Illinois, Chicago at Minnesota, Kentucky at Northwestern, Michigan at Ohio State, Wisconsin at Purdue, Notre Dame at Georgia Tech. * Double game. (They're terrible). TWE CHICAGOAN 5 Formal gowns and wraps in fault less taste . . . and the smartest Parisian evening accessories gold and silver fitted caps . . . bags and vanities . . . fans . . . sequin scarves . . . perfumes . . . McAvoy. . .615 N. Michigan . . .Superior 8720 • . • 'Mr- :.*w I *¦ . 4 > 6 TWECMICAGOAN VICTOR ELECTROLA RADIOLA, MODEL SEVEN-TWENTY-SIX A VICTCC IN/TCUMENT THAT AMPLIFIES PECCCD/ ELEC TRICALLY and CEEER/yCLI THE LETT IN RADIO . . . LCTH IN AN EXCLIJTTE CABINET €E AUTHENTIC ENCLI/H DETICN STEGER & SONS PIANO MFG. CO. 28 E. Jackson Blvd. TWE CHICAGOAN 5 EING correctly topcoated, so the Major believes, is ¦— i[$rl" largely a matter of having the necessary topcoats. The ^0*9 Majors own wardrobe, for instance, has a coat for every occasion. He has a Covert, a Camel's Hair, a Harris, a Shetland and a Cashmere— so that no matter what the oc casion, he is ready for it. He is particularly keen about a light weight affair in oxford gray with silk lining and silk lapels for evening wear. It is a fortunate coincidence that the Major's liking for variety in this light and easy draping garment is equalled by the creative ability of his favourite clothiers. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE :V,. NEW YORK :,. e 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. 8 TUEO4ICAG0AN cc If I no longer should be Curious and Interested" 7)ERISH the thought. I want it always to J_ matter to me what Mrs. McCormick is wearing, or where the Fields spent the sum mer. It would seem an admission of no longer seeming gay or eager, did I live among these people and not be aware of their doings or sayings. Hang it. I care! The Duchess of Doom has no greedier reader of her daily gossip. Life for me seems just a little fuller after I have read her pert aphorisms in the CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL CHICAGOAN THE apologetic Chicagoan, of which specie there is a decided over'supply, who observes, "Well, it's about time," when he hears that work has actually started on the straightening of the Chicago River, would more nearly appear the superior person he considers himself were he to learn — before making any observation at all — some' thing of the tremendous task which already has been met and done in connection with this vast civic betterment. Perhaps, however, a gangster's fury or the riches of a beer-runner will always afford more inviting material for a mind of this type to dwell upon. ? THE political cartoon, in all of its deadly seriousness, is again conspicuous in the daily press. Perspiring artists, laboring under orders from editorial offices, are putting in a mighty effort upon their drawing boards. But somehow the old-time effect is not there. The political cartoon, almost necessarily, becomes an instrument of blind partisanship and on that score it finds itself somewhat out of date. Cartoonists who are per' mitted to choose their subjects are able to make a point and still be entertaining, but too often, when they are held down to a severe partisan appeal, they become heavy, dull and uninteresting. The political cartoon seems to be on its way out. Its eventual departure seems only to be delayed by a few master craftsmen, such as Mr. John T. McCutcheon, who can become political without becoming tiresome. Mr. McCutcheon's "The Tammany Farmers" is a par' ticularly bright spot in an otherwise dull and forbidding waste of political newspaper art. ? THE perennial vitality of baseball continues to add new lustre to the standing of the game in the heart of the public. Despite reverses which certainly would have taxed the staying quality of any less vital attraction, baseball is just concluding its most popular and prosperous season. During the year the Chicago National League Club has played to well over a million patrons. The only possible explanation seems to be that baseball, as a sport spectacle, is decidedly in a class by itself. ? DETAILS available concerning forthcoming attrac' tions for the new theatrical season afford very little in the way of inspiration and promise to those who take their drama sympathetically. Some of the major obsceni' ties of the past few seasons are not likely to be repeated or duplicated on account of the activities of New York's District Attorney, but in their place will be found a gen erous sprinkling of vulgarity and coarseness which, unfor- tunately, cannot be dealt with at law. A few years ago loud complaint frequently was voiced concerning a virtual monopoly in the legitimate attraction business exercised by a limited group of producers. But however negligent toward vital concerns of the theatre various of these producers may have appeared at times, they still pronounced a severe and consistent "No" against many of the things now being done by the small and lately arrived operators. ? A FINE imaginative flight may easily be achieved by contemplation of the proposition which voters will be called upon to consider in November for the build' ing of an island in Lake Michigan, downtown in the heart of Chicago, as the location for an airport. Chicago is particularly fortunate in being so situated that a development of this character stands within the reach of possibility. An airport, located a few minutes distance from the main centers of the city's activities, would, to' gether with reasons that already exist, enable Chicago to duplicate in aviation what it has done in rail transporta- tion. ? A PPEARANCE on the streets of automobile tags pro- AA claiming the World's Fair in 1933 suggests that in this connection the Vehicle Tax Bureau might take an action which would indicate that it, too, is aware of the forthcoming Fair, and at the same time render unnecessary any further burdening of the automobile maker's handi' work. Why not — it may be asked — why not incorporate a World's Fair legend in the vehicle tax plates for the com' ing year? ? THERE is, of course, much to be said about football, and a considerable portion of this is now getting itself voiced. In those centers about Chicago of strong collegiate coloring the argument is taking shape and spirit. It is a remote and obscure football team indeed which is without its ardent and enthusiastic commentators. But, very plainly, there is one university whose football activities are a matter of genuine interest and concern to the man in the street — Notre Dame. Anyone wishing to test the correctness of this assertion needs only to voice a disparaging comment on the South Benders within the hearing of the nearest traffic officer. //' I 'HE Dark Island," a stirring tale of the South I Seas, is now enlivening activities about the book stalls. The story is the joint composition of Charles Collins and Gene Markey, both well and, perhaps, favor- ably known to readers of The Chicagoan, although never previously identified as reckless adventurers in the heat and passions of the South Seas. — U ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 10 TUECUICAGOAN Intimate Chicago Views Mr. George Lytton Demonstrates at The Hub Sfiort Shofi TME CHICAGOAN n List Life A Peculiarly Perduring Phenomenon of Suburban Seetht By DOROTHY ALDIS ON the editorial pages of newspapers there appear, periodically, brief essays on the meadow lark and thrush, first hepaticas, first asparagus and, later, Turning Leaves. Fine writing. Delicate reading. Nice stuff. But all this is only sly commuting propa ganda and whoever writes it lives in an Inadoor bed. Because if he really hurled himself at a 7:15 every morning and dittoed him self at the 5 : 10 in the eve ning he would be writing about such things as Fur naces, the Effect of Na ture on Children, the Effect of Children on Nature, Cooks who-have- never - walked - two -blocks- to - stations - on - their - days- out - and - are - not-going-to- begin-now, Gasoline Lawn Mower Habits and List Life. List Life is perhaps the most important phase of Suburban Seethe. Its ob ject is a simple one: To save tele phone bills — a curiously satisfying economy practiced no less expertly in Lake Forest than in the minor precincts. It comes on gradually, like grey hair, and once started cannot be checked, although it seems innocent enough — just a digested looking little piece of paper lying next to the Commuter's ticket. It reads like this when Mr. Smith can make it out: 1. Be sure get hair cut as we are going out tonight. 2. Telephone Websters and ask them call for Esther's Pantie- Waists, they sent wrong size. 3. Find out if Tom is coming for lunch on Sun. If not call Bill. 4. If Bill can come better get Patter son girl too. Her numb not in book but red headed boy out last week end knows how to reach her. 5. Bring Ham home for din tomor row night unless your mother asks us din. 7 just try to make it homey" 6. Take my coat in to be relined. Just tell tailor the color I like best is the one we were looking at together last Tuesday. J\[ot the Friday before. 7. Get Johnnie's kiddy car from his grandmother's and bring it out on the train tonight. He misses it so. MR. SMITH, when he gets to his office and has finished asking everybody if this is cold enough for them, takes the list tfut and looks at it. The hair cut. Well, unfortunately he and Mrs. Smith belong to two dif ferent schools on this whole hair, finger and toe nail question. Just when a hair or a nail gets to a self respecting age Mrs. Smith cries out to have it destroyed. (Mr. Smith feels a spear experimentally.) No, no — not by the most conservative estimate is it ripe for the shears. And with his fountain pen he draws a heavy black line through No. 1. Good, that's off his mind. But now let's see. Here's No. 2. "Yes, just a minute Thurber, I'll be right with you," he calls, "No I'm sorry I didn't get those bills out yester day. My wife wanted me to " But Thurber with an ugly look on his face has stopped listening to Mr. Smith, slamming the door behind him. The heat, thinks Mr. Smith. Poor boy. Ought to live in the country the way I do. Then things wouldn't up set him this way. He wouldn't feel so rushed and would soon find that getting through the day's routine is a very simple matter. WELL, now let's see. No. 2, oh yes : telephone websters AND ASK THEM TO CALL FOR ESTHER'S PANTIE -WAISTS. Why, that's easy. He'll just dictate a letter to Miss Seymour. "Miss Seymour," he calls. Miss Seymour, virginal and brisk, appears with pad in hand. "Oh Miss Seymour, please take this 12 TUE CHICAGOAN If he really hurled himself at a 7:I5 every morning and a 5:15 in the evening he woidd be writing about such things as Furnaces, Gasoline Lawn Mower Habits and List Life" ago and brought the baby rabbits? Ellerbee, of course. So it was probably Jones she'd ask this time. Sure! Used his head about that matter. He'll call Jones up. Easy. Jones Jones Oh yes — here we are. "Hello, Tom?" "Fine. How are you?" "Pretty fit, eh? Well, what I called you about was to find out if you were coming for lunch on Sunday." "A couple of classmates, eh? Oh well, bring 'em along." "Sure — the more the merrier." "What?" "Wives?" "Oh you say they have wives?" "Oh well — bring 'em along." "Sure. She'll be thrilled." "All right — see you Sunday." WHEW!! Oh well he couldn't help it! He'll be damned if he can see how he could. He must remember just how it happened. .... letter to Webster and Stone. Ready? Webster and Stone Dear Sir: Why has there been this delay in sending my daughter Esther's pantie-waists. . . ." At this minute the telephone rings and Mr. Smith is called upon to make an important business decision. This done, he is waylaid by Mr. Thurber about some trifling matter, and then interrupted by the business partner, who is anxious to have certain statistics which he seemed to hope Mr. Smith would be carrying around in his head. As though anyone could expect Mr. Smith with all the things he has to do. . . . . What is the matter with him anyway? Age, Mr. Smith supposes. Now if he'd only live in the country and get the relaxation that comes from nine holes of golf twice a week "Dear me, where were we, Miss Seymour?" he asks, finally tearing him self free. "My daughter Esther's pantie- waists," murmurs Miss Seymour. "Oh yes — my daughter Esther's pantie-waists. Please oblige me by send ing them immediately. Yours truly ELL, well, not so bad, not so bad. Getting along nicely. That's two things accomplished. He'll be able, today, to get at that pile of papers on his desk. Wait, let's see. Oh yes, that telephoning. Well that will only take a minute: find OUT if TOM IS COMING FOR LUNCH. IF NOT CALL BILL. Tom, let's see — would that be Tom Ellerbee or Tom Jones? Wishes he'd remembered to ask Mrs. Smith about it that morning. He could call her and find out. But no — that would de stroy the whole value of the system, which is to save long distance calls. Oh well, now let him think. Which Tom was it that was out two Sundays THE CHICAGOAN 13 "WES, Thurber, what is it?" Mr. I Smith looks up from trying to make out the next thing on the list. "Did you sign those vouchers yester day, I asked?" says Thurber. "Vouchers? What vouchers?" "What vouchers? Oh my God be merciful," cries Thurber, rushing from the room. Well, what's his trouble, I wonder, ponders Mr. Smith. Domestic worries, probably; poor boy. Now, let me see FIND OUT IF TOM IS COMING FOR LUNCH ON SUN. IF NOT CALL BILL. But Tom is coming for lunch on Sun day. Hurrah! He doesn't have to call up Bill. Next. IF BILL CAN COME BETTER GET PAT TERSON GIRL TOO. HER NUMB NOT IN BOOK Better and better. That's out, too. And with a fine sweeping motion he crosses it off the list. Just two more and it's only eleven o'clock now. He ought to be through before lunch, easy. TAKE COAT IN TO BE RELINED Oh strike him deaf and dumb and blind! That unhappy, unfortunate coat! How clearly in his mind's eye he can see it: The red shiny buttons, the rich fur collar, and one little sleeve dangling down from the train rack as though imploring him to stay Mr. Smith feels he cannot bear it. It does not seem possible to him, right after a certain fox fur episode, to creep in and out of the Lost and Found de partment again. Oh well, he'll just have time to dash over there and get back before lunch MRS. SMITH, along with other wives, is waiting for the 5:10. It roars in and disgorges hot husbands by the hundreds. "Darling, hello. How are you?" Mr. Smith manages a smile as he climbs in the car. "Darling, where's the ham?" The ham. What ham? "Oh John, I wrote it all down for you so carefully, I said if your mother didn't ask us for dinner tomorrow night to bring out one of those heavenly pea nut fed hams." She didn't. She couldn't have. He'd gone over that list so carefully. "But John, I did. Never mind* we'll have something else. What did the tailor say about my coat?" Mr. Smith thinks quickly. What's coming is going to be so terrible that a little stalling can't make, it much worse. Thank God there's some whiskey in the house. "Oh he said he'd do it." "Did you tell him which color? The color we talked about last Tuesday, not the Friday before?" oure. "Nice boy." Oh well — she'll think he's a nice boy again in a couple of years. "And did you get hold of Tom, dear?" "Yeh! He's coming." "Grand. That makes twelve and I can just get twelve at the table." They are home now. And there is a little figure at the door to greet them. "Hello, daddy," it shrills. "Did you bring me back my Kitty car?" Traffic A chauffeur, a chauffeur, a taxi-cab driver — an elderly lady in specs — With visible nerves and impossible curves, suggestive of possible wrecks. A chauffeur, a chauffeur, a taxi-cab driver — a nonchalant lady in furs, Who does a great deal with one hand on the wheel, while her motor approvingly purrs. A chauffeur, a chauffeur, a taxi-cab driver — a man who is driving a truck With considerable poise, and a horrible noise, and a generous portion of luck. A chauffeur, a chauffeur, a taxi-cab driver — and once in a while I have known A man neither lazy nor fearful, but crazy enough to be driving his own. — CHARLOTTE ARMSTRONG. 'That stupid reporter again, Sir— wants to know whether you are a Captain of Industry or a Prince of Commerce?" 14 THE CHICAGOAN TUE CHICAGOAN 15 Five Decades in a Bar Room 1. The Sherman House Bar COUNTED as good fortune in the retrospect is the pleasant fact that for many a happy year those who had known me longest, apart from family intimacies, and those whom I had longest known, were bartenders. Just so my earliest and vividest recol lections are connected with the bar in the Sherman House, second of the name. There my father, the late John A. Rice, was clerk and proprietor from 1861, when the new hotel opened, un til it crashed down, eight minutes after it caught fire, on that desperate Mon day, October 9, 1871, during the Great Fire. The head bartender was James Mc- Kenna, a tall, stout, athletic man, a great boxer and oarsman; and one of his able assistants was Patrick Hickey, a slender, ascetic person with an un ruffled disposition. They were long with us, both going to the Little Sherman at the corner of Madison and Clinton Streets after the Fire, then to the Grand Pacific when it opened in June, 1873, from which McKenna retired with a substantial fortune, while Hickey went on to the Tremont when my father secured the proprietorship in 1878, and retired from there, also a man of prop erty. On duty they wore the established garb, arrived at long before my time, of a high white waistcoat, sometimes with gold buttons, above, and below a long white linen apron which their deftness kept from stain. And they were deft, after the manner of highly skilled workmen, with never a lost mo tion through a long and busy day. I sometimes fancy that the efficiency ex perts gained their first knowledge of their business from such men. Know ing and respecting thirst, having all the resources of a high civilization at their disposal for that purpose, know ing human nature, its tastes and pro clivities as few in other walks in life have had a chance to know it, such men as McKenna and Hickey were local, even national institutions. Both were good citizens and of respectable walk and conversation, both lived to a great age and attained happiness. They have gone to their reward, assuredly where thirst is quenched from paradisa- By WALLACE RICE ical springs, in compensation for so many thousands of mortal thirsts skil fully assuaged with twinkling fingers. THE bar was on the office floor just to the left as one came in the Ran dolph Street entrance. It fronted south and a long balcony stretched before its windows, overlooking the Court House Square. This contained, in addition to the combined court house and city hall, a pleasant expanse of green turf sur rounded on all four sides by a tall iron fence and a row of rustling Lombardy poplars, with fountains enclosed. It was my playground as a child. There I caught butterflies and found an oc casional strayed wildflower, and once in winter after a heavy snow there I was lost until an arctic relief expedi tion set out from the hotel and rescued me, somewhat frostbitten. The bar-room was forty by fifty feet, and the bar itself with ice-boxes ran along the north wall, a polished struc ture of black walnut with deep troughs, some of them sinks for washing the glasses, others filled with crushed ice. I was strictly forbidden entrance, which added, of course, to the attrac tions of the place, and it was under these elevated troughs that I hid at the approach of danger. Against the wall were drawers and cupboards, contain ing napkins and spoons and supplies, the delicious and now priceless ingredi ents for the manufacture of liquid de lights, the whole surmounted by a long row of mirrors. These last afforded masculine vanity its gratification and Wo, / assure you young man, a very serious blunder has been made" 16 THE CHICAGOAN added to the joys of drinking through watching the gentle processes of im- bibation. But it was on top of the structure, its glories redoubled by reflection, that beauty lay; tall pyramids of glistening glass of many a size and shape, from the commodious glasses for milk punch and the like to the stemmed crystal thimbles for brandies and liqueurs. Between these were bottles and decant ers for all such liquids as did not re quire cooling in the refrigerators. Beautiful colors were thus displayed, reds and greens and yellows, purple and crimson and gold, curacoas, mara schinos, chartreuses, cognacs, diversified and splendid. Indeed, I recall nothing so splendid, so filled with light and warmth and color, precious essences tinct with cinnamon and many a pre cious spice, until the neon lights began to illuminate our city streets less than a twelvemonth ago, gules and azure and gold. THE stoppers for the bar liquids were topped with little silver sauc ers in which were carnelian marbles kept in place by crossed silver wires. The marble rolled into its cage when the bottle was tipped, out of the way of the flow, and rolled back when the joyous task of pouring ended, to pre vent evaporation. It was one of the longings of my early years to become possessed of such a carnelian, so hal' lowed, a longing that has not been gratified to this day. But I was given many an innocent drink, lemonades slightly touched with claret or catawba or hock, pop of varied flavors and hues, cider that sparkled, and, my favorite, a soda cocktail. This was made in a tall glass with a dash or three of an- gostura bitters and a bottle of lemon soda. A spoonful of powdered sugar was handed the eager participant, and this when stirred into the glass pro- duced an abrupt effervescence, delight ful to watch as it foamed, and delici- ously strangling to drink immediately thereafter. If the soda-water fountains knew more, it would be popular now, because it really tastes like something. And a beneficient government has learnt that bitters are not beverages, but of high medicinal worth, and they are now freely on sale. But on the evening of that drear day when prohibition began making felons of us all, I went into the beautiful Ma jestic bar and asked my good friend behind it to make me a soda cocktail. "You can't have it," said he. "Why not?" said I; "they used to give 'em to me when I was three years old." •"There's angostura bitters in a soda cocktail," said he; "and there's al-co-hol in angostura bitters." And I didn't get it. Towertown Topics An Event of Some Civic Import, Reported by Lady De Lola, Society Reporter for the Press A WINSOME house raising, a de lightful old custom from colonial times applied now to the erection of a building at Water street and Michigan Ave., engaged the notice of smart society on a certain Wednesday just a few days past, if Dame Rumor is to be trusted. Participants in the happy affair, in cluding the younger set from the McCarty Construction Company and the Swenson and Swenson Steel Cor poration, were early at a most enjoy able tete-a-tete concerned with the privilege of raising the first girder. Mr. Karl Swenson was brushed about the ears with a spike maul and slightly injured. Engineer O'Malley, well known among the old steam shovel families, was author of a very engaging skit when he twitted Joe Bogdanovich, a distant relative of the Serbian minister, by engaging Joe with the dump bucket. Joe was excavated after some merry pranks with the shovel by Erasmus Jefferson, "Gold Tooth" Fletcher The Service Club Follies 1-2-3-Kick for Sweet Charity By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THE CHICAGOAN (colored) and Angelo Spazzatti of the West Oak street Spazzatti's. (Readers will remember the gorgeous funeral of Angelo's uncle Mike last Eastertide, an affair which set the standard until the dramatic demise of Antonio Lom- bardo.) It is said that Mr. Bogdano- vich's remarks were appreciated as far as Momence, Illinois, and 'tis rumored that a prominent candidate for what is said to be an office at the Capitol was heard to wish that he, too, might have an extempore voice like Joe's. At a late hour, when flood lights had lighted the merrymakers and the de lightful chatter of riveting machines lent vivacity to the scene, a well-tuned whistle proclaimed time for a midnight supper for what, in social circles, is termed the dog-watch shift. So, My Dears, at a late hour the company re paired to Emil (Tall-Collar) Schultz's place and "hoisted several," which is a game much fancied on the boulevard just now. I shall not here disclose the details. Suffice to say that the happy throng greeted the dawn with cheers and (thrown) hot rivets. And in these days of social laxity it is refreshing to record that James Aloysius Brady, gandy dancer, went on record against smoking by refusing an offer of a cigar ette. A real man, said Mr. Brady, prefers the finer things of life. And in a subtle but determined fashion Mr. Brady indicated his preference for fine cut. More will be gladly reported in an early issue of a bi-monthly magazine. First Lines Each Is Sure to Bring Forth the Now Snaf>f>y Retort, "Gawd! I Love Them Foreign Cars" 1. "She was in a trance all right." 2. "Father's buying a co-opera tive." 3. "The new Mercury is out." 4. "Old Mac drives a bargain." 5. "Man, was I blank!" 6. "The Mafia certainly is power ful." 7. "Oh, I saw a falling star last night." 8. "Mabel is great in an emer gency." 9. "Say, this Mamie O'Doole is pretty nice." 10. "And she just lives in her kasha." — P. L. A. A VACANT ball room is one of the emptiest things on earth, hol low as a bath tub, bare as a gymnasium; it is a kind of dessicated goldfish bowl, tinselled and shiny and gay enough with mock aquatics, a desert never theless. And when the tinkle of a single piano echoes through such a ball room, sound adds to its loneliness — the goldfish bowl is drier and emptier than ever. A piano tinkles and the embryo chorus of "Zippity-Zip" (banal name) swings into a new routine while gallop ing young voices chase down the tune and coast aboard it. One checks mechanically that "Zip- pety-Zip" is to appear October 20 at the Auditorium, that, as these lines are written, all boxes have already been // \ 1 1 j 17 sold, that the Service Club is already assured a neat financial success, which means, of course, donations to some 40 charities. One checks, a bit more than me chanically, debuntante chorus girls passing, so to speak, in revue. Just now ten young ladies, their arms about each other's waists and their legs dangling in approved chorus fashion, sway to the piano — 1-2-3-kick — 4-5-6- kick— 7-kick-8-kick- 1-2-3 -kick. Back ward and forward in the ball room of the Lake Shore Athletic Club consti tute a necessary make believe for up and down stage. Scanty jumpers tied with a jaunty bow at the back consti tute, presumably, a necessary make believe for more gorgeous stage cos tumes to come. It is rumored that irate parents objected to these same rompers last year, objected not so much to rompers as to newspaper photo' graphs of them. There have been fewer photographs this year. There are just as many jumpers. TALKING with Donald Mac Don ald III, director, one comes on generalizations concerned with the so ciety girl as a chorus lady. The debu tante learns quickly, more quickly, in fact, than her professional model. She is able, willing, vastly enthusiastic. In most cases she is laudably humble. Sometimes, alas, she has taken dancing lessons from teachers of whom the present director does not approve, es pecially if they be barefoot, scarf -wav ing instructors. These last Mr. Mac Donald anathemizes (his chorus has 18 THE CHICAGOAN (Whisper) A high dignitary discovers a package of Smith Brothers cough drops in Republican Headquarters disbanded for a short recess) as pro- faners of the art of dancing. Some times socially eminent young women have been stars in this or that amateur performance, and these girls not in frequently are difficult problems for a director; they develop temperament. A sad business. Yet all in all, Mr. Mac Donald high ly approves the new type chorus; it is lively and brisk and amiable. So for that matter is the male chorus sup porting "Zippety Zip" — even more so. Forty-five young men, cajoled into the Service Club performance by 50 young ladies already enrolled, are nimble fel lows indeed. It is Mr. MacDonald's opinion that they learn even faster than young ladies. Are somewhat easier to work with. Besides, young men, as well as young women, have parents, and parents buy tickets. This last point half humorously, half shrewdly put. Further, it is Mr. MacDonald's opinion that chorus and not stars make a musical show. "Zippity Zip" some weeks in advance looms as a chorus show. Principal parts there will be, but the principals will emerge from the chorus and deftly slip back into it. A show, it appears, is no better than its ensemble, a thesis admirably developed by Ziegfeld. Consequently the new production will be a follies type of show, its component parts coached in groups at the Lake Shore Athletic and its mass effects worked out at the Blackstone Hotel. And then a strange note. We sit talking cheerfully of an enter prise of wealthy and well born maidens for the relief of the poor and conversation runs to musical accompani ment, the laborious, repeated drill melody ground out to fix the complex pattern of dance and song. The musicians' union objects to the accom panist. There have been dis cussions, arguments, protests, finally quieted by the accom panist taking a local card. A short recess over, the chorus reappears kicking its stiff legs and chafing its sore muscles. But a willing chorus ¦despite early lameness. Girls try various steps alone, or execute curlicues out of abund ance of energy, or clog play fully. One is reminded of the hap-hazard warming up of a small town basket ball team, an aimless procedure but im mensely enthusiastic. Donald MacDonald III has something to explain. It is a new series of steps. His pupils seat themselves before him while he rehearses by voice, and then prances through the repertoire, a very nimble, bounding, performance, sur prisingly agile, suprisingly coy. A few bystanders smile. Learners are serious; they rub sore shins and count to them selves. A signal and sitters rise. The piano takes up its glib Broadway idiom for merri ment, a meaningless tump and tinkle. Young voices patter away after a tune. The dance is on. Incredibly to the future, as one watches week old efforts in the bare ball room, is the gleaming spectacle of a Service Club show. Young girls' voices, a sprightly chorus, the aura of youth and well-being, the comfortable glow of charity pleasantly performed, the reassuring approval of delighted friends and relatives, even the Broad way tunes somehow become significant. Beyond the final curtain a counting of monies and swift succor for consider ately unadvertised beneficiaries. "No, girls. No." reproves Mr. Mac- Donald. "It's like this: one, two, three — kick — four, five, six — kick, seven — kick — eight — kick — one, two, three — kick." They do. THE CHICAGOAN 19 Uniforms Our Next President Ought to Have a More Complete Wardrobe IT has been said, and rightly, too, that clothes make the man and a uniform makes the woman. Coolidge must believe this, because he has ap peared, as everyone knows, in cowboy outfits and Indian suits. Continental potentates, of the past at least, were aware of the power of uniforms. Kings and emperors had their wardrobes filled with uniforms. There was one or more for every regi ment. For the Wurttenberg Cuiras siers, the Nadasdy Hussars, the Hesse- Cassel Foot, the Voltigeurs, the Uhlans and the Guard Dragoons. There were others for the Royal Horse, 17th Lancers, Deutschmeisters, Jagers, 6th Inniskilling Dragoons, King's Own Scottish Borders, Royal Fusiliers, 2nd Life Guards, Gyulai Foot, Chasseurs a Pied, Argyll and Sutherland High landers, 3rd Zieten Hussars, 12th Cavallegier; and countless others. Our next president ought to be plan ning his wardrobe now. It must be democratic, to be sure, yet it can be splendid and complete, too. In addi tion to the cowboy and Indian suits he should have some nicely tailored overalls for Middle Western and Corn Belt wear and several bright-colored lumberjack shirts for Maine and Min nesota trips. For California and Flor ida jaunts he ought to wear especially designed bathing suits. When he ap pears in New York City the tiger skin garb of the vaudeville Hercules might do, while in Chicago a free-lancing Sicilian costume with thongs for the legs would be practical. If he feels that he must be in Dallas during the summer, perhaps a creation something like those worn by Clara Bow would be comfortable. Then, too, there ought to be several soldier, sailor and aviation uniforms for greeting the military and naval officials. He ought to plan, also, to wear a baseball uni form for the opening of the season in Washington and a lightweight football outfit for the (if any) Army-Navy game. The many other occasions and places that deserve special presidential en sembles could be taken care of very nicely by the White House valet de chambre, if there is one. And if there isn't one the presidential hopes ought to be thinking seriously about making that appointment. — don CLYDE. "We are showing these almost exclusively this season " One That Was Not Hanged " An Invaluable First Edition By SAMUEL PUTNAM BUSINESS, as some one has blithely remarked, is business. And some one, I believe, has also remarked that "Competition is the life of trade." And so, in the business of corralling those windy somethings and airy noth ings which go to make up the day's "news," competition, not unnaturally, plays an outstanding part. On News paper Row, beating the other fellow to it is commonly known as a "scoop." The "scoop" has come to be the life of Chicago journalism. It has come to play a part out of all proportion even to its monetary — that is, circulation de partment — significance. Sometime, of other, it would be hard to say pre cisely when, the fatuous doctrine of "a scoop for a scoop's sake" crept in, until the thing has long since become a rather childish game between com peting local rooms, with the object of seeing (instead of "button, button, who's got the button?") just who shall be "first with the latest." Here the editorial and the reportorial point of view has been diverted from the normal human channel. Thousands of dollars are spent, in taxicab and even airplane bills, and tons of re portorial energy are squandered for a beat of one edition, in the middle of the day or night, which, the chances are, will pass unnoticed by the man in the street, who, in nine cases out of ten, will, in any event, pick up his accustomed sheet from the corner news-stand. 20 THE CHICAGOAN Ludicrous incidents sometimes occur in connection with this passion for scoops. There is, for example, the case of the gentleman who thoughtlessly changed his mind, at the last minute, about being hanged. ONE is, doubtless, revealing no trade secret when one alludes to the fact that early-edition hanging stories are invariably written in ad vance. The reporter on the job usually telephones what the party of the first part had for breakfast and how he took it, but that is about all. The rest is a rewrite man's practiced and, on the whole, accurate imagination (for he has been a reporter himself, remember). But in this particular case, the gover nor of the commonwealth was so un obliging as to send through a last-min ute reprieve, and the hanging did not come off — in reality. It did in the col umns of a certain afternoon journal. This was very annoying to the paper in question, and the Gentleman Who Was Not Hanged was, as well, slightly peeved about the matter. Only the fact that he was duly and with some ceremony hanged by the neck until dead, some months later, was sufficient to relieve his wounded feelings — and, it is possible, to forestall a libel suit for the paper in question. Ever since that fatal, or unfatal, morning, that particular newspaper has installed in the County Jail a flawless see-'em-hanged-first system, one which the other papers have gradually come to imitate. In accordance with this system, a "necktie party" at the North Dearborn Street hostelry is conducted, so far as the press is concerned, very much as follows: SEATED at the press table, in the back of the death chamber, be hind the jury and the few privileged spectators, are the more or less stellar feature writers for the afternoon pa pers — for a hanging, no matter how "good," is never more than a "follow" for the morning sheets. In the old days, such men as Wallace Smith and Ben Hecht occupied this position of honor. Up near the scaffold, standing near enough to be able to get any whispered "last words" on the part of the guest of honor, is a "leg man." Outside, in a telephone booth, is an other reporter, who has already estab lished a connection with his office. At the other end of the wire is a rewrite man, headpiece to his ear. Facing him, at the city desk, is the city editor, a telephone to his ear. At the other end of this wire is the circulation manager. Meanwhile, outside in the alley, auto trucks are loaded with the edition, con taining a colorful, if not glowing, ac count of the little party up north. The trap drops. There is the pro verbial sickening thud. But the leg man up under the scaffold does not hear it. He is too busy running to the door to signal the man in the booth. He raises his hand. "Let her go," says the man in the booth. In the office, the rewrite man, without looking up, raises his hand. "All right," sings the city editor, "we're off," and he bangs up the receiver. Down in the alley, the circulation-manager raises his hand, and the wagons jump. Two minutes later, in less than five minutes after the drop of the trap, the papers are on the street. And if one paper gets there thirty seconds before another, you will read of it in a nifty front-page box that evening. "AGAIN! First with the latest!" Etc., etc. This is not to say that you may not read what the Principal in the case had to say about his poor old mother, his innocence, and the like. You get all that in the (actual, not nominal) noon edition, which is the one you will prob ably buy, anyway. None the less, you read that box, and you are impressed by it. Ah, there's a paper for you! A regular go-getter! Must have been a sharp reporter on the job, to get a beat on a hanging like that. But it was not the reporter, dear reader; it was the system — and an energetic cir culation department. Movie P RE-FURRED blonde selecting a caracul coat in department store while doughboy sits by with a poker face. . . . Sign in shop window: "French dry-cleaning done here in the only American way." . . . Corpulent lady sending profane look after sig nalled bus as it rides nonchalantly past her. . . . The Silence Room on Marshall Field's third floor: a roomful of women who are actually silent! (Why not a Silence Room for men, too?) . . . Young married couple on Boul' Mich (any how, they look married) — he, mutter ing as they pass, "You may as well close your trap about that hat. I aint gonna give you the money." . . . The fruit and vegetable dealer near State and Randolph who tosses the flutter ing pigeons at the curb an hourly ration of fresh corn kernels. . . . The Link Bridge opening for a Detroit boat, the E. M. Bunce (a peculiarly fitting name that for a boat, somehow), then the closing of the halves with a majestic bow that resembles the mutual cour tesy of kings. . . . Rembrandtesque lights and shadows on the Art Insti tute, painted in by the grime and smoke of the Illinois Central — a benefi cent if unintentional effect. . . . The carved legend over the Playhouse lobby entrance: "All passes; Art alone endures." Visitors are warned not to take the first part of the quotation seriously. You have to pay for your seats. —BLANCHE GOODMAN EISENDRATH. THE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ WAS there ever a man — grown so much a part of the Chicago scene — about whom less is known and more rumored than Mr. Edwin D. Krenn? (Yes, Mr. Krenn the realtor.) Whether Mr. Krenn has purposely fostered this air of mystery, or whether it is simply a result of a strange re serve he maintains among his business associates and the people he meets socially, is a matter of pleasant conjec ture. And yet it is known that the impeccably dressed and dapper little gentleman from Switzerland — who re cently became an American citizen — with his rolling German accent, is not insensible to criticism and unfriendli ness, and would like to be liked by those around him. Nevertheless, he throws out few lines for new contacts, and frequently he may be seen wander ing, lonely and pre-occupied, down Michigan Boulevard toward a solitary luncheon at the Blackstone. It isn't strange, I suppose, that as he wanders along the Drive he is stared at and commented on. "There goes Krenn, the man who is going to marry Mrs. Rockefeller McCormick" is apt to float from the tops of the busses. "In less than six years he's made several millions in real estate" issues in awed whispers from the limousines. Or "Wouldn't you think he'd get sick of the opera, going every night?" from the shop girls who read the society columns. And whether he is conscious or not that curious eyes take his measure and wonder, there is more often than not a jaunty swing to the ubiquitous walking stick. The morning clothes are fault less, — as whose wouldn't be if a dozen suits were ordered at a time? The spats, — and he wears them even on warm Of Krenn 6- Dato By HELEN S. YOUNG VjYCMrw Edwin D. Krenn days — are always snow white or pale buff or pearl grey — as the hour de mands, and they do say he buys them fifty pairs at a time. The strangely wrought and uptilted cigarette-holder, fashioned from the four inch finger nail of a long dead Chinese potentate, is rarely missing from the ensemble; and when the hat is raised in greeting, the slickly combed blonde hair, above a round, bland face, is almost boyish. After all, Mr. Krenn is only a little past thirty-seven. It is only six years since he came here, more or less as the protege of Mrs. McCormick, whom he had met in Zurich while both were sitting at the feet of the great prophet of psycho-analysis, Dr. Jung. But he does try to look more than his thirty- seven years, and sometimes succeeds. AT the opera dignity sits right on the f\ gilded chair with him — and envelops him as a cloud. At a charity ball, when he's with a group of older people, sitting sedately in a box — he always looks as though he'd like to dance, too. At his office he gives the impression of wishing to dispatch the business at hand and go away from there as soon as he reasonably may. When he's at a tea in the Arts Club, one of the few clubs to which he be longs — listening to inanities on modern art — he is apt to look unspeakably bored and to gulp his tea and hasten away. Not that this esthetic gentleman doesn't know something about art — modern and ancient. He was brought up in the art world of Vienna, where his father, Edmund Krenn, had his atelier, and where a whole room in the Vienna Art Museum is devoted to Ed mund Krenn's water colors and oils. (His son hopes — he has told friends — to have an exhibition of some of these works right here in Chicago before long.) The Emperor Franz Josef per sonally ordered the purchase of many of Edmund Krenn's paintings, and decorated him with a patent of nobility. The artist never used his title, nor the prefix "Von." (How different the ad vertising signs of Chicago's environs would have glared — "Von Krenn and Dato.") Although Edmund Krenn was a close friend of the Crown Prince Ru dolph, who often visited him, Krenn was democratic. He was loyal to the prince though, and after Rudolph's violent death, in his hunting lodge with 22 ["HE CHICAGOAN Marie Vetsera — an incident that helped make Austrian history — the artist Krenn, defending the Prince's memory, quarrelled with certain politi cal factions in Vienna and finally took his family and went to Switzerland for good. EDWIN KRENN'S grandfather, Franz Krenn, was a musician and composer of note. His sacred music is known wherever there is a Christian cathedral in Europe and much of the western world. And his uncle, his mother's brother, was a famous archi tect, especially of public buildings and churches. He designed the Vienna water works, said to be the finest in Europe. All these talents, to some degree, Edwin Krenn has inherited. The walls of his apartment are lined with his sketches and etchings. He plays the piano delightfully, and he is an archi tect by profession. Many of these facts of Mr. Krenn's origin are not generally known; but as the years pass he is more willing to talk of them, prin cipally because there are certain ele ments of Chicago society which have hinted that his European background did not equal, in grandeur, their own American origins. THEY say that Mr. Krenn is some thing of a gourmet, but he will not take a drink of any liquor that has not been chemically analyzed. At his own infrequent parties, he often serves an unusual sort of drink in quaint old Bohemian glasses — made of honey and crushed pineapple and some strange liquor — an ambrosial concoction that always causes delighted cries from the ladies. But, wealthy as he has become and despite the fact that he has been known to contribute liberally to certain causes he considers worthy, those asso ciated with him say that he is not a spender. In fact they hint the severe reverse. Perhaps you remember the little tale that made thousands laugh when it appeared in the newspapers back in 1922, about the nosegay he bought for Mrs. Rockefeller McCor mick. It seems that he paid 75c for it at a florists opposite the great gray stone mansion and carried it across the Drive to her door. When the butler announced that Mrs. McCormick was not at home he took the flowers back to the florist and asked for a refund! Edwin Krenn has a number of hob bies. One is collecting antiques — and another is auctions. His lavish apart ment in The Drake is a miniature museum filled with exotic Oriental treasures; some of them collected on a trip to the Orient, others bought here at antique shops or auctions. Buddhas, — big and little ones — of bronze and jade; rare brocades — which line the walls — deep thick carpets, covering the floors. And there is prominently dis played a dazzling crystal ball — for crystal gazing. One wonders if he searches its prophetic depths. . . . JOURNALISTIC JOURNEY/ WGN << PERSONALLY," says Quin Ryan 1 "I never listen to radio. Oh, I hear it through a neighbor's window occasionally. But, myself, I never listen to it. For a long time I didn't even own a set." In the small waiting room of station WGN, a room described by Ryan as "bare as a box car," one comes upon radio in detail. A straggle of country visitors, loyal subjects of an air king dom, bearing gifts of provincial con versation and offers of gay times on country golf courses, moves deferential ly through the station suite. Radio en tertainers, a motely caste, some of them stamped with the unmistakable manner isms of the stage and others brisk and matter of fact as press agents, go and come at random. A woman singer, plump and gar rulous as women singers often are, strikes up conversation with a prompter (radio title glorifying the American office boy). An announcer charges into the broadcasting studio, his extem pore speech neatly typewritten and in hand. One glances through the guest regis ter and comes on names from Canada, Germany, Iowa, Winnetka and Bureau Junction, Illinois. One comes, too, on a full page announcement that James Magner of Vernon street was thrown out, in parenthesis, with good reason, a statement just a bit un-canonical; gentlemen being thrown out do not ordinarily pause to record their own egress. Yet here is radio as of 1928. IN the beginning, say in 1924, WGN claimed, if it did not boast, two rooms in the Drake Hotel given over to the science of disturbing a hitherto placid ether. One of the rooms was an exercise court, the other a shower bath, sketchily remodeled. Five men sufficed for that beginning station. There are now 60. Besides that there are three broadcasting rooms — studios if you prefer. And a vastly amplified system of hookup and remote controls. Remote control was the beginning of radio. Briefly, an event was heard on the spot, transmitted through telephone to microphone, and put on the air from the broadcasting station. Later, as broadcasting came into increasing favor, stations themselves made effort to pro duce their own broadcast material, which started the "program" and led to the elaborate organization of a pres ent day studio. This "program," fashioned by work ers employed by the station itself, gave rise to a new profession, the profession of "hooey" writing. For each skit must be carefully worked out, condensed, adapted, and revised for aerial presenta tion. Moreover, radio is an insatiable task master; each night must have its patter; each patter must be new. Gag men who prepare bright cracks for the stage star are no new thing in theatre, except that in theatre one bright crack lasts a season, even two seasons on the road. A radio wise crack is made and, instantly, is gone. Even the casual aside of an announcer, so spontaneously given, is the work of an unsung "hooey" writer (in the effete East "hooey" is declaimed "continuity" and pals around with Art). To be sure, in the early days an announcer de pended on his own agile tongue and nimble wit, much as a football an nouncer today extemporizes from the radio coop. Yet for all that, radio has become an industry; it must be care fully managed and its assets scrupu lously conserved. Enter the "hooey" writer with his elegant mention of the THE CHICAGOAN 23 Oh, so you're a doctor! I must tell you about my operation' firm sponsoring an hour's broadcast. Then, too, presentation of material by air requires a careful condensation, painstaking transcript from original sources, and the hand of a workman familiar with a new form of enter tainment. So much of radio is an un charted land. Pioneers go ahead. THE sport broadcast, itself, was a pioneering venture eight years ago. Now it is regarded as the starting point of perhaps the most interesting phase of radio development, for it has led to a presentation of bygone sporting events and so, in turn, to the elaborate retrospection now nightly on the air. Even sport re-creation started simply. At first Quin Ryan reported boxing bouts staged in his own studio. The next step was to vocalize fights out of the neo-homeric age when the great John L. Sullivan bellowed and lum bered on the canvas. In time Red Grange broke loose again on his deadly sweeping runs. Man o' War edged down an imaginary stretch and flashed before the judge's stand to yells of a hired crowd. Twenty bell boys and dishwashers, at a dollar a pair of lungs, howled in that first imaginary mob. Later there were parts for them, with appropriate cries, the whole directed like a symphony by Quin Ryan. Sport features were immensely popular. So popular indeed that indignant readers of the Tribune wrote vexed letters re proving the editorial department for its slip-ups in not reporting long past football games. He has re-created everything, says Quin, but the battle of Shiloh — and that looms to the future. NOTE: FATHERS OF FAMILIES WILL OMIT READING THE FOL LOWING PARAGRAPH ALOUD. A trap-drummer's instruments left carelessly in the old velvet hung studio gave rise to bed time stories with Jumbo, Ducky, Choo-Choo and other animals. Tinkering with discarded noise makers, Ryan hit on the idea of dramatizing them. Promptly he be came Uncle Quin in the fecund South and West. Receives 1,500 to 2,000 letters a day from children who believe in the animals; receives, too, cookies and cakes and clothing — enough to de light five orphan asylums. The feature is immensely popular. A short flight of stairs up from the ex-bathroom office, an orchestra swings into a revived musical comedy score dating from the half-fabulous '90's. This orchestra is pleasantly in shirt sleeves and, thinking upon a whole tribe of sweltering musicians time out of mind encased like so many hermit crabs in rented dress clothes, their free dom strikes a brave note. Singers cluster near the microphone, not too near; a light from the big con trol board flashes green (air clear) and the old comedy jiggles blithely into life. Two mechanicians, magneloquently called radio engineers, bend over their switches as the broadcast goes on, tinkling, polysyllabic stuff in the tradi tion, then near, of Gilbert and Sullivan. Quin Ryan enters to make an an nouncement. Makes it. Very abruptly the foreshortened score is ended. The broadcast control room goes off duty. Its engineers loaf, grateful for the respite. A hookup program plugged :.i in a thousand miles away swings in through the board and out on the air. WGN is "on" 1 5 hours a day. A messenger delivers two advance copies of the morning Tribune. Ryan goes into a huddle absorbing next day's news for the 10 o'clock broadcast. The orchestra takes its ease. Enter tainers smoke and gossip. Visitors amble in, gape at Quin Ryan, ask visitor's questions, sign the visitor's book. Leave abruptly. In a spare studio, Tommy Coates, an nouncer, reads a book, pausing now and then to tell the microphone that the progam emanates from "WGN, the Chicago Tribune Station on the Drake Hotel." The book is Dreiser's "The Genius." — F. c. c. 24 THE CHICAGOAN Vke ST A G B Second Coming of the Theater Guild By CHARLES COLLINS THE second subscription season of the Theater Guild in Chicago is now in progress through a four-play repertory at the Blackstone Theater. The intelligentzia appears to be thor oughly delighted, and signatures on the dotted line, for this and future engage ments, have been pouring in at a great rate. Although its slogan is "Art at any cost," and its strategy deals with the non-commercial drama, the Guild is a business organization of impressive skill. In its application of modern methods to the merchandising of its lustrous wares, it has made the profes sional executives of the box-office stage seem mediaeval. The Guild's trade mark is a sound guaranty of merit, and its salesmanship is alert, courteous and energetic. The engagement opened with the Guild's staple — good, old-fashioned Mr. Shaw. The garrulous comedies of this pseudo-philosopher are to the Guild what the operas of Verdi are to the Civic Opera season — sure-fire open ers. They flatter the intellectual pose which is the mood of any art theater's audience, and also gratify its essentially frivolous attitude toward the stage. For those who go to a show to identify themselves with cleverness rather than to find emotional or imaginative release, Shaw is the man. For me, his work bears little or no relation to life. My recovery from a severe attack of Shavian fever early in life has resulted in an immunity to his humorous tricks, and a weariness of the sound of his name. "Arms and the Man," which is the Guild's tribute to its demi-god this season, is one of the oldest plays on the Shaw shelf, but one of the least foot- lighted, except through its operetta ver sion of "The Chocolate Soldier." It harks back to the dawn of the century, or earlier, and is as "dated" as a World's Fair relic. Nevertheless, it has a quality which is rare in Shaw — charm. It possesses some of the ro mantic quality which it pretends to satirize. The performance, also, has charm. In Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne, the Guild has two of the most versatile players and vivid personalities of the American stage. Mr. Lunt was par ticularly impressive in the first act; he conveyed an almost overwhelming sense of the battle-worn soldier's exhaustion. Dance, CI own I Dance! IN "Burlesque," at the Harris, we find the best of the topic-plays that depict phases of theatrical life. This play has vividness, earnestness, and "edge." It rises to a high emotional note in dealing with the matrimonial disaster of a loyal song-and-dance woman and a coot-brained comic. The scene in which Hal Skelly, as the alcoholic merry-andrew, expresses his heart-break at losing his wife by a jazz' danced version of the wedding march is sweeping in its effect. Here is modernism in emotional acting — the "laugh, clown, laugh" theme set in eccentric discords. The play is notable in its species for its treatment of theatrical folk as human beings, rather than monstrosities of vanity. The note of professional egotism and jealousy, which was so "Ed Wynn's gargoyle countenance is always welcome when it emerges from the curtains." Charles Collins is speaking, on page 25, where little else notable is discerned in "Manhattan Mary" THE CHICAGOAN forced in most of the forerunners of "Burlesque," is sounded lightly — much to the play's advantage, for it represents a vein of humor that is becoming stale. Hal Skelly appears to have been born to play the harum-scarum hokester; there is a touch of genius here, perhaps to be attributed to Mr. Arthur Hopkins. Barbara Stanwyck is lovely and honest as the heroine. The Head That Wears a Crown A PLAY that was written to fit Roland Young, and that perfectly exploits the quiet, quizzical personality of this fine comedian, could hardly escape being delightful — especially if it came from the author of "The Road to Rome." This is "The Queen's Hus band," at the Cort, which may or may not be a foot-note to the American tour of the Queen of Roumania, but which is even more diverting. Here is as neat a piece of intelligent comedy as the season will offer. Mr. Young plays a king — and he sounds like an English monarch in spite of the fact that his title is Eric VIII. He is mythical, of course, but as up-to- date as yesterday's newspaper. He is hen-pecked by his queen and brow beaten by his ministers; he cannot call his soul his own, even when his only desire is to play checkers with his but ler; he is, in short, merely a regal worm. But finally the poor wretch turns and does a little ruling, much to the sur prise of his court and the satisfaction of his rebellious subjects. "The Queen's Husband" is, I feel, an improvement upon "The Road to Rome." It avoids the Shavian pattern in its humor, and it does not invoke Lady Libido in its appeal to the popu lar taste. There was an atmosphere of studio sexliness in Mr. Sherwood's first play, but this one is happily not overheated. The performance is plausible and in gratiating in every role. Mr. Young was never better; Gladys Hanson is a thoroughly feminist queen; and Bene dict MacQuarrie, who appears briefly in the last act as an anarchist "of the deed," catches the attention by looking like Ben Hecht or Leon Trotzsky. Something Like "Sally" //TyrANHATTAN MARY," at I 1 the Grand Opera House, is an ample frolic, a kind of revue equipped with a running story. It has a kinship with "Sally," in which Marilyn Miller became famous. With out Ed Wynn, it might have become, because of a certain featureless quality and lack of novelty, food for the stor age warehouses. But with him, in the full practice of his priceless foolery, it is an unmitigated hit. Doree Leslie, the leading girl, is a winsome little curl-shaker. The show contains tribes of beauties, parading against opulent backgrounds. But Ed Wynn's gargoyle countenance is always welcome when it emerges from the curtains. Imminent Song IT isn't often that four artists make their debuts on the opera stage in one evening, but this is the treat in store for Chicago music lovers Wednes day, October 31, when the curtain rises en the first performance of the 1928-29 season of the Chicago Opera at the Auditorium. Manager Herbert M. Johnson has chosen "Carmen" for the opener, with 25 Maria Olszewska, the popular contralto of the Vienna Stage Opera and Covent Garden in the name role; Alice Mock, of Oakland, California, as Micaela; Antonietta Consoli of Lawrence, Mas sachusetts, as the Frasquita, and Ada Paggi, who has been with the Gallo forces for several seasons, as the Mer cedes. "Carmen," while it has always been one of the most popular operas in the standard repertoire of the Civic Opera, has never before been used as an open ing bill. The starring of a contralto in the season's first performance is not without precedent, however, for in 1911 Mme. Jeanne Gerville-Reache was featured as Delilah in Samson and De lilah, and in 1921 Marguerite D' Al varez was starred in the same. While all four of the principal femi nine roles of the opera will be in the hands of new artists, the masculine element of the . production will be en tirely in the hands of old favorites. — J. c. 26 THE CHICAGOAN Where AUTUMN' AUTUMN ^/)EOPLE who think it's J a. misdemeanor to be caught in the Rockies after Labor Day miss one of the greatest delights of life: Col orado's balmy Fall ! At The Broadmoor (right below Pikes Peak and a lot of other Rocky Mountains) recreation, luxury and weather made for you to enjoy are found throughout the year. Fall goes into December — and then comes Indian Summer! One of the world's great golf courses; horses, motors, green house; little theater, dancing, swimming, PLUS— Paris meals, Manhattan lux ury, service that has all the metropolitan refinements. 555e BROADMOOR COLORADO SPRJNGS HOME OF THE FAMOUS MANJTOU SPARKLING WATERS Reservations direct or at: fe^ The Ritz, New York; ww 23, Haymarket, London; ill Ruede Castiglione, Paris. BOOK/ Point Counter Point By SUSAN WILBUR NOW and again even nowadays there are things that make you feel as though you had got your money's worth. I should imagine, although I have never had one, that a five-pound box of Fannie May's might make you feel that way. Or Parzifal. Or Strange Interlude. For me a variety show will do it, the fifty cent kind, with per forming dogs and plenty of pictures. And books sometimes. There was that life of Luther for instance. They were reading it aloud out under the trees for the half hour just before lunch when I visited them in the summer. Six months later they were reading it for the half hour just before lunch in front of an open fire. The connection being Aldous Hux ley's forthcoming novel, "Point Counter Point." There is obviously a great deal of it. Nor upon closer observation does it turn out to be the sort of long book where you can skip the conversations, nor yet where you can skip the parts that are not in quotation marks. I, for instance, might have missed this : "They worked, they went out to lunch, they returned and set to work again. Eleven new books had arrived in the interval." Which would have been a pity. It is so exactly the way things are going around here just now. Or you might miss one of those Hux ley epigrams, which are not epigrams, in the sense in which Wilde's used to be, but an opening up of some aspect of life, twentieth century life, to fur ther scrutiny. "It is always useful, as Burlap had found in the past, to have employees who are in love with one. They work much harder and ask much less than those who are not in love." And to skip even the journal of Philip Quarles, which is the most closely printed of all, would be to miss such things as this : "I perceive now that the real charm of the intellectual life — the life devoted to erudition, to scientific research, to philosophy, to aesthetics, to criticism — is its easiness. It's a substi tution of simple intellectual schemata for the complexities of reality." And it is also Philip Quarles who says that "in nature there are always so many other irrelevant things mixed up with the essential truth. Real orgies are never so exciting as pornographic books. Art gives you the sensation, the thought, the feeling quite pure — chem ically pure, I mean, not morally." BUT nonetheless this vast novel is, like the fat person — paradoxically supposed to make the best dancer — very light on its feet. Nimble as a symphony can be nimble, in spite of all those players. In duet, in ensemble of varying numbers, it presents the social cross section that goes to the parties at Tantamount House. Walter Bidlake of "The World," who has rescued Marjorie from a dreadful spouse only to find that it is really Lucy Tantamount that he wants. His sister, Elinor Quarles, who is in love with her husband, but for whom a death and a murder are required to prevent her becoming, just as a lesson to Philip, a whole lot to another man. And the rest. The theme is man and woman, and it is played in more keys than you could find signatures for. The dreary liaison, the pious, the exciting, the sordid. The fifty-fifty marriage, the marriages that in one way or another are not. Old marriages too, and old affairs, plaintive minors. The mother and son relation ship, and what happens to the son when the mother remarries. The restatements of the theme move in counterpoint, but in a counterpoint that produces its own harmony. An uneasy bass, the poor that hate the rich, represented by Illidge, Lord Edward's scientific assistant. A variety of trebles, intellectual, literary, scientific, political, and artistic, as well as hereditary. And various other strata of British society going their ways in between, Gladys the stenographer, Marjorie the ultra- refined lower middle. Even India gets in somehow. Paragraph Pastime Point Counter Point, by Aldous Huxley. (Doubleday, Doran and Co.) A slice of post-war London discusses the twen tieth century. The Dark Island, by Charles Collins and Gene Markey. Doubleday, Doran and Co. Two of The Chicacoan's staff go treasure hunting in the South Seas. It's a good treasure, suitably housed first in an old hat box, later in a head-hunting queen's collection of skulls. And the search for it involves at least one novelty, a battle some fathoms deep, with the TMC CHICAGOAN principals in diving suits. The details as to diving suits and head hunters is said to be extremely accurate. It is also ex tremely exciting. Francois Villon : A Documented Sur vey, by D. B. Wyndham Lewis. With a Preface by Hilaire Belloc. New York: Coward-McCann. Hartford: Edwin V. Mitchell. One of the Literary Guild's more surprising choices. The raw mate rials for a life of the prince of poets: fifteenth century Paris and its rackets for a background, and, by way of foreground, the poet's police court record. From it, Villon emerges part criminal, part lover, but chiefly and permanently poet. Strange Bedfellows: A Review of Politics, Personalities, and the Press, by Silas Bent. (Horace Liveright.) A book that will help you to unscramble and to discuss the November elections, Hoover the evangel of prosperity, Al Smith a Democrat with a Republican manager, Mellon, Dawes, and everybody, also pros perity itself, the tariff, the Associated Press, and the place of woman. Old Pvbus, by Warwick Deeping. (Alfred A. Knopf.) A story more nearly cal culated to please those readers who liked "Sorrell and Son" than the two about women that have come in between. It is a third generation this time that helps the other two to understand each other. The Strange Case of Miss Annie Spragg, by Louis Bromfield. Frederick A. Stokes Company. A novel by Louis Bromfield for readers of "The Bridge of San Luis Rey." London, England Dear Chicagoan: USHERED in by September, oysters appeared on the menu of most London restaurants, but opposite prices which indicated their scarcity. Col chester oysters from the famous Pye- fleet Creek, which has belonged to the Corporation of Colchester from "time beyond memory," are very much in evidence, which recalls that last season they were sold out many weeks before the closing in spite of the fact that the management had carefully distributed them day by day. The season was officially opened in the middle of September with the customary gin and gingerbread ceremony over the oyster beds. The Air Ministry, headed by Sir Samuel Hoare, has asked for a new appropriation for air defense following the "attack" on London by 142 bomb ing aeroplanes. Experts had decided that London could be demolished in eight hours, and during the sham at tack residents were irresistibly reminded by the droning planes overhead and the stab of searchlights, of the tense days French Lick Springs Toning Up in the Cumberlands French Lick Springs Hotel register is a veritable "Who's Who" of society. Spend famous Fall months in the Cumberlands — with tonic, refreshing breeds — with vivid tints in the turning foliage — with sparkling days and reposeful nights. The two 18'hole golf courses are in prime condition — the un' crowded fairways tempting talent to achieve new records. ,Each course — the Lower and sporty Upper — has its own fully equipped Club House. 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P., head of this body, whose pronouncements are carefully respected by the Minister of 'Mother, when are you going to let me have a diet?' Trade, "we found a thriving city sur rounded by parks and drives. We would rather live in Chicago than New York." Injecting a rather cynical note in the brilliant business prospects held out by trade heads, Mr. R. J. Mackay commented in Commons that industry has been said to be suffering from a surfeit of so-called captains, many of whom in the army might be risky se lections as corporals. Not insensible to city planning and zoning restrictions first applied in American cities, London is viewing with alarm the "commercialization of Mayfair." It has been suggested that in time the 9,000 houses on the Duke of Westminster's Mayfair estate, where till now business premises have been restricted, will be transformed into a business centre. Park Lane, the last exclusive retreat of the old Mayfair residents, has already been encroached upon by commercial enterprises, but its residents hope further business exten sion will be eventually prevented by the nature of the junction between Pic cadilly and Park Lane. Assuming only the lower end of Park Lane is utilized for business structures, then a huge rectangle of shopping streets will be created; Park Lane, Regent Street, Oxford Street and Piccadilly forming its sides. Further encroachments on the exclusive London residential section centering on Grosvenor Square will be difficult to prevent as the principal shopping centres of London are in the West End. In rebuttal, the real estate agents declare that Park Lane will not become commercialized in the same sense as Oxford Street, but will de velop in much the same way as the Champs Elysees. There one does not find every available square foot of front age occupied by shops, but here a cafe, there a hotel, three or four houses and perhaps a motor car showroom. TWE CHICAGOAN 29 ONE London landmark which will probably never change is Cleo patra's needle which celebrated its 50th anniversary in its new home last week. According to anniversary speeches, thousands of Londoners watched its ar rival in 1878 as it stirred the Victorian imagination to think it was to lie up right again after being prone on the sands of Alexandria for three or four centuries. When it reached the Thames Queen Victoria, making use of the comparatively new telegraph, wired: "The Queen is much gratified by the safe arrival of the Needle." Following the various police scandals aired in Commons some weeks ago, the Home Secretary has announced that a start has been made with the scheme for the better lighting of Hyde Park. In submitting his report to the House, he apologized for the delay as the Gov ernment has experienced some diffi culties in connection with the material. It seems that special standards have to be cast. These new series of lamps, Hyde Park habitues deplore, will be erected along the lovers' walk, north of Achilles statue, lighting the heavily wooded part of the park. — E. S. KENNEDY. Poetic Acceptances Gertrude Stein Accents Jail in Pref erence to Woolley s More or Less w ell -K.no wn Handbook Jail, Hail! Hail, Jail! Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. It works both ways. Woolley cooing in a court yard and pears swearing in my uncle's moon light. I accept I expect I I intercept the marquise who colors potatoes in there Westmoorland. I submit shaves. They flower Wednesday in drinking water. Woolley in the air. Woolley is in there where bear deer diminish. Give me diminish give me breathes of hang ing moss give me records and repub lics and Republican records. Come in to jail. Strawberries all over ceilings. Give me jail. Does Woolley. Does jail. He, she, they, we jail islands who have sur rendered to Corwallis in crystal smiles of five disturbed rooms. — DONALD PLANT. IMPORTED to accentuate lovely lips JLI PSTIC «TUSSY /HE fashionable Frenchwoman knows cosmetiques . . . and therefore chooses Lipstick 1 ussy! She knows it adds natural, showing color to the lips . . . the smoothness and freshness of youth' — so essential to tne really smart woman! Six exquisite and indelible shades from which to choose. Each encased in colorful galalithe — the ideal holder to retain its purity and freshness. Lipstick Tussy is just one of many famous L,esquendieu beauty creations. A fascinatins illustrated booklet, re° printed from tne Frcncb, will tell you all about them. So write now for "Cosmetiques" by Alonsieur Lesquendieu. So many French tcomen have written to M. Lesquew dicu, to inquire Uhether the preparations sold in this coun try under his name are really Les Produits Lesquendieu which they haveallvays used in France. M. Lesquendieu in the folloUing note, assures these patrons that all Les quendieu creations are made only at lvry-sur-Seine,France, and are exported from there all over the "World. M1 M PRONOUNCED LES-KAWN-DUH J. LESQUENDIEU, lac. Howard L. Ross, President, 45 West 45 th Street, N.Y.C. 30 TWECMICAGOAN A I HELENA RUBINSTEIN STUDIES Your Face Faces phlegmatic and faces exotic . . . sanguine faces and sophisticated faces . . . a world of faces, different as the snowflakes, individual as the stars. It is a wise, wise woman in deed who knows her own face, who knows how to care for it, who compre hends the gentle art of high lighting her good points and subduing her not-so-good points. A few there are who have this knowledge by instinct, but even they can be helped by masterly direction. Even they realize that the person best qualified in all the world to really know faces is that great Artist-Scien tist of Beauty Culture — HELENA RUBINSTEIN! Visit her Maison de Beaute for a beauty analysis, or better still, for a course of Late - Summer Treatments. The best prepara tion for the approaching indoor season! I NEW YORK — PARIS — LONDON 670 N. Michigan Ave. The Home-Treatment Creations of Helena Rubinstein are ob- , tainable at the better shops, or order direct. I The. CWICACOCNNE Snuggle Accessories and What Else By ARCYE WILL AFTER freezing to death the other night, decided it was time I gave blankets some serious considera- tion. Such being the case, hied myself to Carlin Comforts, 662 N. Michigan Ave. The loveliest soft woolen blankets in pastel shades are there, but of course I was carried away with all the soft frilly things to go with them. Blanket protectors, of Corean silk with bands of imitation Bianche, can be had to match your room, $18 up. Big puffy velvet com' forters (especially a pale orange one) $115 up, beside all kinds of covers for your chaise longue in moire, velvet or satin. Two rooms in back are completely and gorgeously outfitted. They may be purchased complete. The bedroom this week is French. Lovely satinwood occasional tables and marble top com' modes. Miniatures on the wall and interesting old fixtures. The coloring, peach and green with the Crown hang ing in back of the bed edged with lace and all sorts of pillows, lace and net, appliqued taffeta, Beauvais lace and satin pillows on the chaise longue. The other room, more of a bed sitting room, with a day-bed (also piled with pillows) and an old desk with set complete. NELLE DIAMOND, 650 N. Mich igan Ave., has a Jenny model of tan wool crepe with tight fitting waist and bias points sewed together to form a rather full skirt. Panel back, Lencennes ecru lace sleeves to above the elbow and round lace collar are the details of interest. A felt turban with a bit of the same lace inserted on side completes the costume. A raspberry velvet with flesh pleated georgette collar and cuffs would be mar velous on a brunette, and for the blonde a two-piece black broadtail cloth suit. Two tier skirt with peach and silver blouse tying at side and short little coat of the black was very smart. Everywhere I go I see nothing but tiered skirts, either plain or bias ruffle, even to the tailored suits, which seem either to have pleats or be cut on the bias. Such a relief from the old wrap around, which I never found too comfortable on a windy day. c ARSON PIRIE have the new Delletrez Beauty Salon on the 8th floor. Most attractively furnished with brightly painted walls and chintz hang' ings. As you know, this is a well known New York house. I have always enjoyed their treatments immensely. At the main floor toilet goods section you can procure an exceedingly good soap for silk stockings and glove silk undies, called Savon pour les Bas. Three cakes in a box for 25 cents. And I assure you it really does seem to strengthen the silk and improve the gloss. While speaking of improving the gloss, I remembered hearing a new way to dress up your car after a dusty ride. At Woolworth's, for the usual recom pense, can be had Red Cedar polish. Thoroughly saturate a soft cloth and hang up over night and the next morn ing, after a good rub down, it will look — I am told — like a perfect Simonized job. To be referred to the husband as proof that we have more on our mind than the rule of eleven. DOROTHY GUTZMAN, 2610 N. Clark, specializes in hand made flowers and, while she caters to whole sale trade mostly, retail custom is wel' come. I have seen nothing like them in any State street department store. All kinds of flowers of course, but par' ticularly lovely are the shaded velvet ones. To be used as boutonnieres, on TMECWCAGOAN 31 evening dresses, or, I had some exquisite bunches made to use on tie backs for rose taffeta curtains. Two shades of violets and roses with all sorts of little buds and leaves. This store to me is a real find and I'm sure you will think so, too. Agnes Moran, 3124 Broadway, is an ideal person to go to for a new "chapeau" (getting a little doggier now-a-days) or to have your old ones refurbished. She has many exclusive models, they are all fitted to your head, the felt ones cut very smartly. FIELDS FASHION BUREAU on the sixth floor has moved to very grand new quarters. Assisting Mrs. Carter are some of the North Side girls you know. The clothes are unques tionably smart. A Chanel red evening gown (pic tured) is very plain but so becoming. The neck line in back is very low V and the skirt crosses over to the bow, allowing more room when dancing. The skirt is formed of eight rows of the velvet, which makes it quite stiff and sticky out. Another unusual dress is Leniefs tailored jet, which is just what it sounds. Long sleeved, straight up and down with rhinestone trimming on a round neck and a large buckle on the narrow moire belt. Quite ooh-la-la. New sweaters and skirts in brushed angora. Heavenly shades, pale gray shading into green with pleated gray flannel skirt and wide suede belt and others with three tone borders. Any color desired can be ordered. LESCHIN is all dressed up with a * new shoe salon on the main floor. They have quite a few things that are not procurable anywhere else in Town. Of especial interest are the fiddle shank shoes, which fit the ankle and instep tighter than it's been done be fore. In bronze with a small gold trim for afternoon ($21) or with Boroso sharkskin vamp and heel and kid quarter at $22.50. These also come in green, blue and French tan and have a matching bag of the Boroso sharkskin alone. Cornelian square fastener and two pockets inside — real convenience. To go especially with velvet after noon frocks they have designed a black and silver corded silk center strap pump. (Gold and black, too) Rhine stone buckle suggested but not forced on the unwilling, $28. I'M . . . TOUCHDOWN! Man alive! It's your team scoring, your man over the goal line! Not a report of a game that's past, but the living, playing game NOW as the boys plunge down the field, as the band starts playing, as the cheers go up from the stands. Radiola won't fail you at the important moment. Count on it to bring in the game with thrilling accuracy. Panatrope nvith Radiola is a supreme combination of radio with phonograph. An electrical instrument offered by your electric company. COMMONWEALTH EDISON i ¦ ic ¦< §hc 72 West Adams Street MARKS *+ w% jk ^j 4njk Sheridan BROS. VKANAUA & Devon IN A CLASS BY ITSELF THE NORTH SHORE'S HOME OF TALKING PICTURES AND THE GREAT STAGE STARS! — WEEK OF OCTOBER 13 — PATRICOLA 32 TUQ CHICAGOAN Do You Still Saddle- Strap Your Wrist Watch? TTOOKING up the old mare for •"¦¦*¦ a jounce down the bridle path has nothing on getting into prong- buckle watch straps. Tugging — tightening— slipping— all go with the operation. No comparison at all with this new way of carrying your wrist watch— the Krementz Wrist Watch Band. No buckle — that's out. Instead, a dapper casing wherein fold three expanding links. Opened, the entire strap forms a loop that slips on or off— over the hand — watch, strap and all! It's easier — handier— much safer for the watch. Your dealer has them in gold plated casingswith leather or flexible Milan- aise Mesh bands, from &7.50to $15. Also with solid 14 kt. and 18 kt. gold and solid platinum casings. Write for name of nearest jeweler. KREMENTZ & CO., Newark, N. J. When completely ex panded there is ample allowance for free passage over hand or up on forearm. KremertjE WCI/T WATCH ? BAND ? Three eyelet oxfords with French Cuban heel combining suede and kid, $22.50, come in burgundy, blue, black and brown. Another very smart bag with match' ing umbrella is made of rubber com' position in green, red and tan and is most useful looking. IN Lake Forest last week the Swedish Arts and Crafts Co., 163 E. Ohio, had an exhibition of their most beauti ful things. Particularly impressive at first glance was the extreme simplicity of every thing, furniture, silver, pewter and glass. A bowl (replica of one at the Metro politan) depicting a firework scene is exquisite. Three tones of glass lami nated so that the fireworks are white in a deep blue sky and the figures are high-lighted in amber. Cocktail glasses of a new shade of pale olive green, a Snaps bottle en graved with fish, corkscrews and all sorts of figures, tall slender silver cock tails, attractively angular, and Rya rugs — longer tuft than the old-fashioned hooked — number some of the many beautiful things shown. If you've been wondering where I got this chocolate-filled look (no flat tery intended) I'll admit I've been waiting for you to ask, so that I can tell you about Le Dernier Mot. It is precisely that, in candy, and comes in a one and one-half pound box ensconced within and bulwarked by a sturdy metal container which withstands the most robust postman. It can be sent anywhere in these United States, or any others for all I know, without risk. If I were Mae Tinee and you asked me where to get it I'd reiterate, as she does, Ask Me — Ask Me. NEWSPRINT Well, What's News? IF the newspapers have appeared a little more interesting to you in the past few weeks than previously, it is politics that is responsible. Not that any of the local publications are set ting particularly brilliant pace in their handling of. what is undoubtedly the most interesting, picturesque and color ful campaign since 1896 — but you are unconsciously enjoying a vacation from the journalism of police reporters and ex-police reporters. For the time being, the flood of news from the police stations, coroner's office and prohibition enforcement office has been dammed sufficiently to permit a few columns of political news to be printed and, generally speaking, the political news is written by an in' finitely higher type of newspaperman than the usual run of stuff. It was really disappointing to see the local press fall down miserably on the handling of the Mabel Willebrandt story. Here was one of those "natu rals," which happen once in a decade. The radicals on either end of the politi cal situation were more radical than usual as to whether Mabel was right or wrong. The Republican Speakers' Bureau was up in the air. Al Smith "exposed" her over the radio, and Mabel came back with an energetic reply. With the story at its height, a Wis- consin Republican leader wrote into the Chicago headquarters to "muzzle that woman" and Mabel came to town. Here was the story delivered to local newspapers on a platter — and they per mitted it to flatten out in twenty-four hours. There was no "police angle" to it. So, apparently, it couldn't pos sibly be news for long. Even the edi' torial writers approached it rather gin- gerly and let it drop. Still Mabel is going to be news for at least ten years, because of the humpty-do over her Ohio speech and the discussion as to whether she was right, wrong or just feminine, will con' tinue long after the ballots have been counted in November and the new president formally announced. THE Kenosha strike looks as if it might be another dramatically in' teresting story, which the newspapers are leaving to the local correspondent THE CHICAGOAN 33 and only referring to when another mark has been made on the police blot ter at the Wisconsin suburb. When two young women resorted to a hunger strike, after being jailed, the city edi tors could see the advisability of send ing up photographers to snap them. Heart interest; girl pictures. Great! But the reader, who wants to go back of a trival hunger strike, a few sluggings and a tar and feather party, and find out just what is involved in this dispute, is still waiting, and prob ably will have to continue to wait for some time to come. News judgment is a rather tricky thing. It is not difficult if a person does not permit himself to get into a rut. But, too often, the atmosphere which theoretically should sharpen an editor's judgment warps it. A few years ago, the word "the" was never permitted as the first word of a story. Then some writer, whose reputation was unquestioned, started off an exceptionally well written story of national interest with the word "the" and for three years afterwards, any reporter who thought he had a great story to write typed the word "The" before he leaned back to figure out the rest of his lead paragraph. City editors are a great deal the same in their judgment of news. They evolve a few set rules to judge stories by — such as names, addresses, various crimes, various features of divorce suits, and other points — and they fight it out along that line. If something pops up which doesn't quite measure up to these self inflicted standards, then it is not news — until a competing paper starts to play it up. Then it is likely to become extraordinary news. When Lindbergh departed from St. Louis for New York before tackling" the Atlantic, few city editors were inv pressed. In fact, before he actually jumped off the majority of papers dis' posed of him with a paragraph or two and did not realize the drama and ap peal of his attempted feat, until the public swamped their telephone lines with demands for bulletins. — EZRA. S-f S7 A? AT JT7 A? A> A> ^"""T^"" THE DOBBS MAYF1ELD DOBBS HATS The Dobbs M AYFIELD fills the need for the closely fitting hat for comfy wear with Au tumn's fur collars — it is neatly tailored with an elegant simplicity — a lovely assortment of shades in all sizes 1 Dodkstader h Sandberg 900 MICHIGAN BOULEVARD'North *—' ONE BLOCK SOUTH OP DB.AKE HOTEL **• PARK. 'WHILE SHOPPINO A? Z? A7 ZT Z7 £7 i.7 £7 ^~2y 01 Course Sou 2£itoto 1 effects ob- ago, when HE exquisite tained long paneled or timbered walls, ornamental doorways, and beamed or wooden ceilings, were in vogue, have seized the imagination of the present day, until home beautification plans are not complete without the inclusion of choice decorative woodwork. Beautiful old as well as recently erected homes along the North Shore and in exclusive suburbs, and fashionable apartments, are transformed by our skilled craftsmen plying their art in genuinely aged woods. There is warmth, richness, and lasting beauty in period paneling whether you select Gothic, Tudor, Elizabethan or Jacobean. &ellp interior Crafts Co. Workshop and Studio 905-09 North Wells St. Chicago, 111. "The skilled craftsman, whose pride is in his art o'ershadows all else." 34 TWECI4ICAG0AN TEN LITTLE MILES FROM TOWN "When Polly Walks through Hollyhocks" — Two of the snappiest fox trots imaginable. Ben Bernie and his Hotel Roosevelt Orchestra "Ten Little Miles from Town" 4020 "My Window of Dreams"— Half spoken songs with saxophoneand piano accompaniment by 'The Whispering Serenader,' Chester Gaylord "Think of Me Thinking of You" 4019 "When You' re Smiling" — Dance number with vocal chorus by Jack Parker. The Clevelanders "Sweet Ella May" 4025 "Ragging the Scale" — Fox trots. Louis Katz- man, Director Anglo Persians "Parade of Wooden Soldiers" 4021 Always something new on Brunswick Records There's new snap, rhythm and pep in Brunswick Records Jarumwicl\ PANATROPESRADIOLASRECORDS "Did you know, John, that all these door men are Phi Beta Kappas?" "The CINEMA East and West Meet — With a Bang! By WILLIAM R. WEAVER EAST, enacted for the purposes of this remark by Messrs. Emil Jan' nings and Ernst Lubitsch, and West, played by Miss Florence Vidor and Mr. Lewis Stone, have met — with a bang! The title of it is 'The Patriot." It is the best picture in Town and the best picture likely to come to Town this winter. If you have but one eve' ning for the cinema, the cinema hous' ing this attraction on that evening is the one to attend, and so they may be considered that. Messrs. Jannings and Lubitsch, as you know, have not been strangers. In leaner years they struggled together and not at all unsuccessfully against the handicaps of motion picture making in a depressed hinterland. No doubt you have seen one or more of their victories over lack of equipment, finance and photog raphy. Theirs was deemed a distinct "school," perhaps realistic. Nor have Miss Vidor and Mr. Stone arrived here and now by separate paths. A series of smart domestic comedies published in 1925 and the following year is mem- orable as forerunner of the silken en- tertainments provided since by Miss Vidor and Mr. Adolphe Menjou, sep- arately, another and more distinctive school, moderne. Witness now — if you would be entertained — the joining of these quite dissimilar artists in a mc tion picture made under American and TWtCWICAGOAN opulent auspices against a background, wisely chosen, of Romanoff Russia. The sum of these talents is somehow greater than their total. Perhaps this makes "The Patroit" art. THE Russia is that of Paul I. As that gentleman, who was of course no gentleman, Mr. Jannings makes ade quate restitution for "The Street of Sin" and other recent missteps. As Pahlen, Paul's treasonous confidante and the Patriot of the title, Mr. Stone is every inch the actor his recent cast ings have obscured. As the lady, de spite Pahlen's choice of her boudoir as a place in which to await a street car, Miss Vidor is the cameo character that no hokum yet conceived of Hollywood has enveloped. And as the director of these artists and the hundreds of actors in the picture, for no picture can be Russian without a rabble. Mr. Lubitsch is the man who made "Lady Windermere's Fan," "The Marriage Circle" and then found this to be an assignment wholly to his liking. As entertainment the picture is about per fect. Two annoyances which mark local exhibition of "The Patriot" may be ad vantageously prepared for. Jannings is made (mechanically) to shout the single word his employers felt he could be trusted with; having invested some hundreds of thousands of dollars in the production, it was considered essen tial that sound be built into it for commercial considerations. At two places the screen goes dark, the sound accompaniment continuing. This is the new censorship device, shutting out scenes of supposed evil, but retaining eye and ear synchronism throughout the rest of the picture. The picture is good enough to bear up under even these absurdities. wo /overs OCCASION arose during the typ ing of comments recently pub lished in this space to mention Mr. Fred Niblo as the other of the coun try's two best directors, Mr. James Cruze being in discussion at the mo ment. Inquiries, not to say dissenting opinions, came to hand in due course. Some wished to know what, save "Ben Hur," Mr. Niblo had directed. Oth ers asked how the oversigned got that way. 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TRONNES ORGANIZATION Exclusive Agents better by any other name, is reply to both groups of correspondents. "Two Lovers" is an admirable ac count of the Flemish resistance to Span ish oppression in the sixteenth century. •A difficult period, an exacting scene, Mr. Niblo has reproduced it at least as well as the historians and fictionists. Through it move striking figures which are still parts of it. Two of the fig ures are Ronald Colman and Vilma Banky, the former looking very worn and ill, the latter blonde and expres sionless as ever. Two or three close- ups of these lend support to the title. They impede the picture. Save for these interruptions, the production is a highly engaging and satisfactory product of the Niblo brain. "The Night Watch" THE other picture worth talking about this fortnight is "The Night Watch." This is notable primarily as the first good picture made for Miss Billie Dove in 1928. It is notable secondarily as a picture that would be still good if this charming young wom an were not in it. Apparently this makes it a doubly worthy production, although that logic may be just a trifle strained. The events that constitute "The Night Watch" begin occuring aboard a French cruiser on the evening of the late war's declaration. They con tinue occuring in a court martial, a ceremony which the French conduct with becoming splendor, held subse quently. Miss Dove is the principal figure and the events give her a chance to act. It may or may not be a surprise to learn she knows how to do so. Autumnal Exhibits The Patriot is the best picture in Town. [See it.] The Scarlet Woman borrows a little from "The Patriot," a little from "Tempest," and might well have borrowed more else where. [Don't see it.] Two Lovers are Ronald Colman and Vilma Banky, but the picture is a Fred Niblo production and Fred is good. [Yes.] The Whip is a Dreary Lane melodrama. £No.] The Night Watch has Billie Dove, a French cruiser and the declaration of war as background; a good story as fore ground. [Go.] Our Dancing Daughters is a serial story running in The Chicago Evening Ameri can. [Stop!] Win That Girl shows how football and girls were won in 1890, 1905 and 1928. [Send Junior.] The Fleet's In and Clara Bow makes amusingly merry with the gay gobs of the Atlantic Squadron and James Hall. [See this.] Excess Baggage is historically important as the picture in which Director James Cruze made an actor of William Haines. [See this, too.] Oh Kay shows how bad a picture can be rescued by so good an actress as Colleen Moore. [Miss this.] The Water Hole is a comprehensive but not at all careful collection of movie plots made familiar by G. M. Anderson, Mary Fuller and Florence La Badie when a dime bought a ticket and Al Kvale was Congressman Kvale's young hopeful. [Miss this, too.] Wings has been equipped with built-in-disc accompaniment but is still good plane melodrama. [Look and listen.] The Midnight Taxi makes Moreno an heroic and dialectically correct beer run ner. [If you must look, don't listen.] Tempest is John Barrymore's current ex posure and of course Barrymore is Barry- more. It is, also, the other public ex hibition displaying the room featured in The Front Page. It is, additionally, in ferior. [Wait for John's next, in which he'll talk.] Just Married disproves the popular con tention that parlor-bedroom-and-bath farce is no longer funny. [See it during the week.] Warming Up makes a pitcher of Richard Dix, last year's great quaterback, and inaugurates the intelligent use of "sound effects" in motion pictures. [See it any time.] Out of the Ruins is one of the three dumb pictures Dick Barthelmess always makes between two good ones. [Forget it.] The First Kiss misleads. The picture is Four Brothers and all of them are good. [Remember this one.] Lilac Time is a comic, tragic, gay, silly, dramatic, dumb, swift, loud, bright, mar tial and altogether entertaining fiction pertaining to the planesmen of 1917 and Colleen Moore of 1928. [Don't miss.] The Cardboard Lover is not Her Card' board Lover but is Marion Davies and a pretty good time is had by all. [Don't avoid it.] Four Walls a prison make for John Gil bert, but John is not confined for the whole of the picture. [Avoid it.] The Foreign Legion contains the always good Lewis Stone and the — this time — unwashed Norman Kerry, who march not only endlessly across desert sands but to no important end. [This would be a good evening to get acquainted with the Smiths.] Man, Woman and Wife is an echo of Man, Woman, Sin and equally bad. [Read The Chicagoan.] State Street Sadie has nothing at all to do with State street and very little to do with entertainment. [Read Liberty.} The Lights of New York is the first pic ture in which all the actors talk all the time and therefore a picture of documen tary importance. [Listen to it.] Heart to Heart shows how much better a lot of good movie actors can be seen than heard. [Look at it.] TI4E CHICAGOAN 37 Socially Correct — this pure sparkling water fresh from Corinnis Waukesha Spring DEEPLY sensitive to the finer things in life the fastidious hostess serves Corinnis Waukesha Water to her family and guests. Then no lifted eyebrow, no word of com plaint comes to disturb her peace of mind. Crystal-clear, purest of the pure, and most delicious to taste, this sparkling spring water is "socially correct" in the highest degree. Coming direct from the Corinnis Spring at Wauke sha, Wisconsin, it is always fresh and pure — always clear, and sparkling, a water you can serve to your children without fear and to your guests with out apology. Particularly Important ! Use Corinnis Waukesha Water in your electric refrigerator for the freezing of your ice cubes. Corinnis ice cubes cool drinks without detract ing from their delicate flavors. Corinnis is put up in handy half- gallon bottles. Delivered to your door anywhere in Chicago and suburbs for but a few cents a bottle. Shipped anywhere in the United States. Place your order today. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, INC. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 Sold Also at Your Neighborhood Store WAUKESHA WATER TOWN TALK Pun A PUN— we have Gene Markey's word for it — is* without question the lowest form of humor, but is also the most convenient and under certain ideal circumstances the funniest. By way of establishing the ideal circum stance for this one, envision Mr. Cloyd Head, business manager of the Good man Memorial Theatre, back in Town after a vacation of some duration and confronted by the new adornments of the Michigan Avenue bridge. (Now go on with the story.) "What sort of relief would you call those?" A friend is speaking. "Blah-relief!" Mr. Head's reply. If you repeat the story as Mr. Head's, is is only fair to add that he is the gentleman who staged "The Little Clay Cart" last Spring and that this play will reopen the Goodman season this month. This will prove that Mr. Head is no mere punster. If the story is re peated as one's own there is, of course, no point in adding this extenuating in formation. Wisecrack IT is said to be a wise son and so forth, but a wisecrack owes nothing to ancestry and so the notable anteced ents of "at least as amateur as Bill Til- den" need not be disclosed. The mot flips neatly into almost any conversa tion concerning sports and can be used with telling effect at the game Saturday. Anecdote STILL another story told of Pierre Nuyttens, discussed fore and aft of the Chez Pierre in a recent issue of The Chicagoan, depicts him aboard Lieut. Commander E. F. McDonald's yacht, Zenith, on Independence Day. A uni formed officer stepped quietly to easy whisper range of Mr. Nuyttens," stand ing somewhat apart from the other guests, and breathed, "If you are a man, show it now! Follow me and not a word to the ladies." He was ushered to the side and instructed, with an air of great secrecy, "Let yourself down by that rope and look for a green line. If there is no green line we are sink ing. If there is a green line, I want to know how much there is." Pierre did as he had been told and returned with the dreadful information that no green line was visible. "As I thought," moaned the officer. "It's women first, and any landlubber LUNCHEON - DINNER - SUPPER THE glad tidings are out. The word has gone the rounds that Petrushka Club is more than ever the place to while away an hour or two or more — whether lunching at noon, dining be fore the theatre or supping afterward. <§ For the new and more spacious quarters at 165 North Michigan Avenue give so much more charm ing a setting to the genuine Russian entertainment, the inimitable Russian - French cuisine and the marvelous dance music that are the glory of Petrushka. •J Truly the rendezvous and delight of those whose names are news. Dine - Dance - at f 165 N. Michigan Ave. Phone Dearborn 4388 38 THE CHICAGOAN FLOWERS "It's a gift," said he, taking the bow. "What beautiful flowers. What a wonderful selection,'1 she said. And being a fellow of keen dis cernment, he made a mental note to Phone Wienhoeber that the recipe might not be lost. Ernst Wienhoeber Co. No. 22 East Elm St. Superior 0600 914 No. Michigan Ave. Superior 0046 ^viMmiff in NORTHERN WISCONSIN GET away from the humdrum of daily tasks. Enjoy Octo ber in the North Woods glorified with autumn colorings. Muskie, bass and pike fight with new vim. Crisp, pine-spiced air peps up golf, hiking, canoeing. Bargain Fares Overnight Service TICKET OFFICES 148 S. Clark Street, Tel. Dearborn 2323 226 W. Jackson St., Tel. Dearborn 2121 Passenger Terminal, Tel. Dearborn 2323 Pass'r Information, Tel. Dearborn 2060 who tries to get in ahead will get what is coming to him. You stand right here and watch the horizon for a craft that we can signal to the rescue." The story ends without Mr. Nuyt' tens' comments pertaining to yachts and yachtsmen, enunciated in due season, but suitable phrases will suggest them selves to anyone repeating the anecdote: ' Sfiort" STORIES about Mr. U. J. Herrmann seem too unfailingly good to be en- tirely accurate, but this one — particu larly timely for repetition this month — comes first hand from the party of the second part. Calling at Mr. Herrmann's always hospitable office in the Cort Theatre just prior to the versatile sportsman's departure upon a hunting expedition, our friend somewhat face tiously requested that a "mess o' ducks" be brought back for his table. Mr. Herr mann smiled, too, and made a notation. (Here the narrator pauses to mention a Spencerian script fine as steel en graving.) Several days later the request made in jest was fulfilled in pleasant earnest. A fine brace of Mallards arrived, de void of ceremony or signature. Inspec tion of the birds revealed that each had been brought down by a small calibre rifle bullet passing cleanly through the gullet. Ash Addenda RETURN to Town of Mr. Paul Ash, breaking a jump from Broadway to Brooklyn, gives fleeting interest to facts and rumors of facts scuttling along in that colorful gentleman's noisome wake. It may be interesting to know, for instance, that his minis trations to the box office welfare of the Paramount theatre in New York City were eminently successful and that the present plan of stationing him for brief periods in various cities of the country — as a sort of prosperity doctor — is regarded in what is called show business as the smartest showmanship displayed in America since the demise of Mr. P. T. Barnum. Accounts brought back by citizens who saw him performing at the Para mount emphasized, a bit sharply, his change of manner — particularly his in stallation of what seemed to be a some what ill fitting English grammatical equipment. It should be recorded, in fairness to the rajah, that this equip ment — comfortable as new bridgework —was not of his own selection. 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A limited number of BOUND VOLUMES of the first twelve issues are available to subscribers Ten Dollars Each Quigley Publishing Company 565 Fifth Avenue New York TWE'CUICAGOAN 39 Soft Music Loud Music Fast Music Slow Music Hot Music Dreamy Music New Music Old Music Classical Music Jazz Music Every Kind of Music But— all Good Music 'phone The Harvey Orchestras, Inc. for Music Cope Harvey, President State 6921 ¦7 S. Dearborn St.. In the matter of theatre, there are just two kinds of people who stand in line: the congenital standers-in- line — unfortunate — and the few who like to study those standers — eccentric. Aware theatregoers, how ever, avail themselves of — COUTHOUI for tickets 'y ) h Speeches were written for him and their use insisted upon. Under stress of whatever emotion it is that stresses a master of ceremonies, the director fre' quently added prepositions on his own responsibility, but the strain was se vere. He will enunciate au naturel during his Chicago stay, which will be of eight weeks' duration if attendance continues of goodly proportions through six, and his suite is hopeful that his weight— down fifteen pounds or more — will rebound to normal. A barely credible tale is told of a meeting held, in his absence,, by a feminine organisation known as the Paul Ash Live Wires. Minutes of the meeting, at which resolutions were adopted in favor of (1.) demanding the leader's return to Chicago and (2.) boy cotting — or girlcotting, as the case happened to be — the Oriental theatre until this demand should be granted, were forwarded to New York. In a speech delivered at the meeting, one of the club members suggested that Balaban and Kats should be petitioned to exhibit a better grade of motion pic tures at the cinema dedicated to their idol. She cited a certain vehicle of Dorothy Mackaill, exhibited shortly prior to Mr. Ash's departure, as par ticularly inferior. She was sure of her judgment with respect to this picture, she explained, because she had seen it twenty-one times. The Pearson Hotel, distinguished for its quiet air of refinement, is one block east of North Michigan Ave nue. While the Loop is quickly ac cessible by bus or taxi, many prefer the short walk. The Pearson con sistently maintains the high standard that guards quality. The appoint ments, furnishings, service and ad dress are attractive to families ac customed to live well who wish to escape the obvious inconveniences of the more remote sections. Such families appreciate the opportunities provided for quicker social and business contacts. The PEARSON HOTEL 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 Special Monthly Rates Upon Application Daily Rates, Single. $3.50 to $6.00; Double, $5.00 to $7.00 TUECWICAGOAN "I BEG YOUR PARDON!" Of course the officer was not able to determine without stopping them . . . just where they were going at such a remarkable burst of speed. And when he did discover that for good reason they were in a hurry to reach Revell's Removal Sale in order to participate in the value-getting . . . why their common-sense speed was justified. Obey the traffic laws . . . but DO hurry to Revell's! REvellS at WABASH and ADAMS The Vivid Season (September — October — November) A DOZEN new shows spangle the evening. A dozen new ^ night clubs whang and tootle. Sis, 19, confers on party dresses. Bud, 11, covets a football. George Worthington, Jr., larrups off with the hunting set. "V4" OTHER rehearses bridge. Father speaks vaguely of business engagements quite inadvertently near his favor ite duck slough. Aunt recalls opera. Uncle Joe (made his money in sweet potatoes) laments the passing of golf, gloats over the World's Series. rTTHUS the Vivid Season. Follow it through the pages of THE CHICAGOAN. The Civilized Interests: art, music, sport, letters, stage and cinema, of course. And the lively goings on of an incomparably lively Town reported by nimble and knowing observers. PARENTHETICALLY, be it men- *tioned, THE CHICAGOAN is not writ ten for or to the alarm clock wards. It's toasted No Throat Irritation No Cough. 1928 The American Tobacco Co., Manufacturers