Hmh. For Forfoi^b-r Ending lbc^r 17. 1928 Rcff. U. S. Pat. Off. P AV (C K AV R D r * t t "Gules, a cross lozengy between 4 roses or. A pelican in her piety." So, in the language of Ancient Heraldry is described the Coat of Arms and Crest of the old English Packard family, first transplanted to the new world by Samuel of that name in the year 163H via the good ship Diligent from Windham. It was to be 290 years before that device was shown and known to fame in America adopted with pride and as a mark of respect to James Ward Packard, and his brother and co-worker William, by the great com pany which they founded and lived to see win world leadership in the manufacture of fine cars. ASK THB MAN For it was not in the Packard code to adopt a crest without meaning or significance, and the Packards were not the men to press their personalities or family in the public eye. So for thirty years the characteristic Packard radiator has neither borne nor needed a dis tinguishing symbol. But now with the passing of Ward and William Packard, they who built largely wirh their own hands the first Packard car, the Packard Company has appropriarely adopted that honorable family's Coat of Arms. The Packard Arms will continue to stand for quality, taste and integrity — an everpresent pledge that the ideals established will always be faithfully upheld. OWN O N TWE CHICAGOAN EXHIBIT A! Take this modern smoking stand as EXHIBIT A ... in testimony of the rare values now being offered in Revell's Removal Sale. It typifies an entire storeful. Made of Swedish iron or with brass finish . . . with ash trays as illustrated. Regularly sells at #6.50 . . . Revell's Removal Sale price is #4.75. Limited in quantity . . . better hurry! REVELL'S at WABASH and ADAMS 2 TMECWICAGOAN lite /a cup, OCCASIONS GOVERNMENTAL— November 6, a Na tional Election starring Alfred Emanuel Smith and Herbert Hoover. Original cast of 43,000,000. Standing Room Only. Next performance 1932. SENTIMENTAL — November 11, Armistice Day, starring an Unknown Soldier and an original cast of 4,000,000. Chorus of 106,000,000. Curtain at 11:00 A.M. Next performance November 11, 1929. MENTAL — November 17, a new Chicagoan starring the Town's best talent in satire, mirth and the well behaved drama of a gay — but not too gay — metropolis. Seats on sale at the better bookstalls. Next performance December 1. STAGE Musical Comedy GOOD HEWS— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. The best musical comedy in town, and here all summer, this collegiate piece seems intent on a run till Christmas. Abe Lyman's orchestra. A nimble, witty, tuneful show. See it again. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Thurs. 2:20. RIO RITA— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Harrison 6510. A large and eyefilling show in the Ziegfeld tradition, the Al- bertina Rasch girls assisted by a corps of forward hoydens, good clowning, a bum plot, fair singing. Big evening. Reviewed by Charles Collins on page 22. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. MANHATTAN MART— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. Ed Wynn, as droll a clown as has ever car ried on before the footlights, carries this show along to a cheering finish. A very sightly chorus. Fair cast. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. THE FIVE O'CLOCK GIRL— Woods, 54 West Randolph. State 8567. A splendid musical show forecast from New York and featuring lovely Mary Eaton and Oscar Shaw, this offering will be re viewed in an early issue. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. MT MARYLAND— Great Northern, 21 West Quincy. Central 8240. A Shubert version of the Civil War compiled by that tuneful Confederate, Sigmund Rom berg. A popular operetta with lots of people on the stage and swinging tunes. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama THE COMMAND TO LOVE— Stude baker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. A smooth and seductive European comedy wherein professional diplomats THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS The Game, by H. O. Hoffman Cover Current Entertainment for the Fort night Ending November 17 Page 2 Gustatory Geography 4 Notes and Comment By Martin /. Quigley - 9 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 10 Adventures in Insomnia, by Francis C. Coughlin 11 Night Life Scene, by J. H. E. Clark.... 12 The Chicago Club, by Arthur Meeker, Jr 13 Moment Domestic, by Ed Graham 14 The Back Page, by Samuel Putnam.... 15 A Baby Grand, by Edward Despres.... 16 Five Decades in a Bar Room, by Wallace Rice 17 A Gentlemanly Situation, by Aladjalov 18 S. E. Thomason — Chicagoan, by Francis C. Coughlin 19 American Tragedies, by John Gihon 20 Television Interference, by A. R. Katz 21 The Stage, by Charles Collins 22 Rio Rita, by Nat Karson 22 Repartee Pastoral, by Phil Nesbit 23 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak 24 Books, by Susan Wilbur 27 London, by E. S. Kennedy 28 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 30 Newsprint, by E?ra 32 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 34 Art, by Meyer Levin 36 Town Talk 38 practice their profession on wives of the embassy set. The best light comedy in town. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE TRIAL OF MART DUGAH— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Ann Harding a wide-eyed star in this legal piece having to do with an other murder and another vindication at the last moment. Good enough. Cur tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THEATRE GUILD— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. "Volpone," reviewed with high approval on page 22, until November 5. Followed on that date by "Porgy." Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SKULL— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A scarer forecast with thrills, shrieks, shivers. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. GANG WAR— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. What the title implies. Personally, we're not the least interested. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE QUEEH'S HUSBAND— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A very funny piece, consummately done by Ro land Young and here (depsite an errone ous announcement on these pages) until near Christmas. See it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. BURLESQUE— Harris, 170 North Dear born. Central 1880. Hal Skelly and Barbara Stanwyck in a vest-busting com edy of ham stage life and love. Splen didly done. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE INSPECTOR GENIAL— Goodman Memorial. Lakefront at Monroe. Cen tral 7085. A comedy from the Russian of Gogol in the hands of one of the best little theatre groups extant. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:15. Mat. Fri. 2:15. BABY CYCLONE— Minturn Central, 64 East Van Buren. Harrison 5800. A re vival of George M. Cohan in funny farce. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. CHATEAU— Broadway at Grace. Lake- view 7170. Weekly revivals of last year's hits. Pretty well done. 'Phone for in formation. Vaudeville THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977. Headliners on the Keith- Albee circuit twice daily, 2:15 and 8:15. Telephone for weekly offerings. STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. The same with Orpheum cir cuit substituted for Keith'Albee. Tele phone for timely information. [continued on page 4] The Ckicagoan— Martin t Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies 15c. Vol. VI, No. 4 — For the Fortnight ending November 17. (On sale November 3.) Entered as second class matter at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March, 3, 1879. Cti AS - A . J TEVENJ . & . CC€X A Smart Store for Smart Women There's Magic in Numbers Here are mystery — charm — and fascination im prisoned in nine slim bottles — and numbered CI* to CIX*. Choose one . . . and you have the exotic allure of the Orient. Choose another . . . and you carry with you the subtle delicacy of an old-fashioned bou quet. Or still another . . . and you acquire the piquant charm that adds a certain dash of spice to your personality. For every type . . . more than that, for every mood . . . for every frock . . . there is the right perfume. Stevens offers this exclusive series of dramatic fragrances — - Numbers CI* to CIX*. They are imported from France* STEVENS PERFUMES— FIRST FLOOR h Trademark Registered 4 TI4E CHICAGOAN CINEMA UHITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Consistently the best cinema in Town. Usually the best pictures; always the best show. Continuous and without stage interruptions. McVICKERS— 25 W. Madison— Richly ap pointed, admirable as to deportment, and acoustically suitable for the movietone type of entertainment featured. Con tinuous. No stage acts. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— A short- waisted auditorium, usually crowded, and a crisp program policy. Pictures exclu sively, most of them mechanically scored and some of them talkative. Continuous. No stage acts. CHICAGO— State at Lake— The Town's biggest downtown cinema. Devoted to pictures, bands, orchestras, vaudeville acts, ballets, comedians, tumblers and, on special occasions, elephants. Continuous. All sorts of entertainment, including good. ORIENTAL— 20 W. Randolph— Primarily a temple to Paul Ash. Secondarily a cinema. The youngest audience in town. The best jaw band. Continuous. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — An ex clusive picture place, brave in new and pleasant decorative scheme, flooring and seat equipment. Movietone program. Continuous, quiet, and altogether a good place to see a picture. North GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon — Span ish and spacious, polite and pleasant. Pic tures that talk, pictures that do not talk, players — stage stars often as not — who sing, dance or act, as the case may be. Consistently superior entertainment. South AVALON — 79th at Stony Island — An at mospheric structure in the Moorish man ner. Modern entertainment in unbeliev able but somehow suitable surroundings. West MARBRO — Madison at Crawford — Com panion to the Granada under the Marks Brothers banner, sharing entertainments and that high, clear note that traces to stage productions by the gifted Albert Kopek. SPORTS FOOTBALL — November 3 — Pennsylvania at Chicago, Minnesota at Northwestern, Illinois at Michigan, Alabama at Wiscon sin, Princeton at Ohio State, Notre Dame at Penn State, Dartmouth at Yale, Lehigh at Harvard. November 10 — Chicago at Wisconsin, Purdue at Northwestern, Michigan-Navy at Baltimore, Iowa at Columbus, Indiana at Minnesota, Illinois at Butler, Notre Dame'Army at New York, Pennsylvania at Harvard, Washington and Lee at Princeton, Maryland at Yale. November 17 — Illinois at Chicago, North western at Indiana, Michigan State at Michigan, Wisconsin at Iowa, Muskingum at Ohio State, Haskell at Minnesota, Carnegie Tech at Notre Dame, Yale at Princeton, Holy Cross at Harvard. [listings begin on page 2] TABLES BLACKSTOHE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. A most proper and luxurious inn with the niceties of civilization at the dweller's disposal. A high point. Margraff's music. August Dittrich is maitre d' hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A huge establishment very briskly and competently adminis tered. Husk O'Hare in the main dining room for dancing from 6:30 until 9:30. Stalder is headwaiter. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Peacock Alley, The Balloon Room, Johnny Hamp's band — all suave and worldlv adjuncts to a suave and worldly mode of life on the boulevard. A show place. Ray Barrec is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A commercial stopping place in the center of things. Gracious and comfortable. An exceptionally good orchestra. Mutschler is headwaiter. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— Marine Dining Room. Longbsach 6000. Proper and pleasant, the Marine Room offers dining and dancing. Food is excellent. And the music by Ted Fiorito rather more than that. Very nice people. Wil liam is headwaiter. CLUB AMBASSADOR— 226 East Ontario. Delaware 0930. The best of night places. Wakeful and knowing with good people, a sinful band, luxurious fittings, hostesses and entertainment. Until 7 a. m. or something like that. The beauteous Helen, alas, no longer graces its tables. Johnny Itta is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260, 3818, 3819. Also a worldly and wakeful club. A negro band under Pro fessor Tyler. Entertainment. Gay cus tomers. Goo*d service. Gene Harris is headwaiter. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. A young, lively club with the best dance music yet under the baton of Professor Guy Lombardo. Crowded on week-ends . Billy Leather is headwaiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. This Russian refuge, a yell on the prairie last year, goes on bigger and better. The best people. Good show. Colorful setting Splendid food. And a minimum of whoopee. Kinsky is chief servitor. Kha- mara is master of ceremonies. CHEZ PIERRE— Ontario and Fairbanks Court. Superior 1347. A reliable, alert, well-known club long a Chicago institu tion. Comfortable, hospitable, nicely set. Good people. Music by Hoffman. Paul is headwaiter. KELLETS STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2142. The noisiest night club in the universe. Widely known. Mon day night theatrical night with near stage stars for entertainers. Informal. Cheap. Crowded. Young and Greek Letter. Johnny Makley is headwaiter. ST. HUBERTS OLD EHGLISH GRILL — 316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Impos ing victuals which go far to explain why the "tight little Isle" is distended. CAFE LOUISIAHE— 1341 South Michi gan. Michigan 1837. Victory 10533. Creole cooking is here a ritual acted out on the splendid pompano (rapturous fish!). Music for dancing. Time for dining. Mons. Max is headwaiter and an expert guide to the cuisine. A BIT OF SWEDEN— 1011 North Rush. Delaware 4598. A sturdy meal pictur esquely surrounded by Swedish nick- nacks and preceded by a hefty plate of appetizers well worth the price of admis sion. CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. Delaware 1825. A Turkish kitchen un der the hand and eye of Mons. Mosgofian, the Stamboul serves a weird and tooth some platter. Highly perfumed and something of a show place. RED STAR IN— 1528 North Clark. Dela ware 3942. German dishes sumptiously done in vast portions. As quaint and soothing a dining room as exists here abouts. JULIEH'S— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Great eating at plain tables under the supervision of Mama Julien now, alas, a widow. A show place, mildly. CAFE DE LA MARINE— 6846 Stony Island Avenue. A new and wakeful sea . food establishment, sovereign prescription for after night club hunger on the south side. George Scolum is manager. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. A noon time lunch place in the American mode. Not too crowded. Nice people. And an excep tional version of the baby lobster. FRASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. A pleasant, competent Italian restaurant with deft service, nice people, notable dishes. JIM IRELAHD'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. Delaware 4144. Sea foods in profusion until 4 a. m. or thereabouts. An after-theatre choice alike satisfying to soul and to esophagus. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. The apex of the suave, aloof Gold Coast, with wise and worldly patrons, impeccable serv ice, superb kitchen. John Birgh is head- waiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Michigan Avenue at Lakeshore Drive. Superior 2200. Larg est of class hotels, the Drake is proper, enjoyable, extremely civilized for an eve ning of dining and dancing. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. Reservations made for Hotel Broadmoor, Colorado Springs BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. In food, service and appointments a leader for the mid north- side. SHORELAKD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Centrally located for the south side and a comfortable, well victualled inn. 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 Chicago. At Madison, the Lorraine or the Par\. At Minneapolis, the HicolUt. Rddt'sson, Dyc\man in order named. At South Bend, the Oliver, or better, drive back to Chicago. TUE CHICAGOAN 1^00 note J^Hi/i>e rHE remarkable fact that over 75% of the apartments in this fine building were taken, even before the top'most girders were in place, may reasonably be attributed to its three outstanding features: A location unsurpassed on all Lake Shore Drive. Near the Park yet close to the city. A clear view Eastward over the Lake. A structure built to endure, with sensibly planned spacious, liveable apartments. A financial set-up so solid, so conservative that the low interest rate re sulting actually makes it possible for you to live here in luxury for less than in a less desirable rented apartment. Several arrangements are yet available. Chicagoans who appreciate fine living should see them at once. 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TWE CHICAGOAN "Exeunt the fakir ' J LIKE my sorcery with a mediaeval set ting. And not in a newspaper. That's why I find The Journal so palatable. It has disbarred from its advertising columns the magic belt . . . the youth restorer . . . the cure-all . . . the glib phrases of the humbug, the quack and the charlatan. It has a regard for the intelligence of its readers. CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL WE don't know what you make of it but to us it is all just too confusing: On a day recently upon which The l^ew Yor\ Daily 7{ews, owned by the McCormick'Patterson family, proclaimed to the world its support of Alfred Emanuel Smith for president of the United States because, according to the announcement, "we believe the present liquor laws are dangerous, foolish and immoral," The Chicago Tribune, owned by the McCormick'Patterson family, displayed an eight-column scream-line on its first page quoting a state- ment of Mr. Charles E. Hughes that the liquor question is a "bogus issue." Perhaps, after all, it is true that East is East and West is West. ? ONE of the most fascinating political announcements of the current season is the proclamation of the So- cialist candidate for the presidency of the United States that on March 5, 1929, he will deliver an address entitled, "Why I Was Not Elected President." This announcement, released in October, displays a sense of preparedness that should not pass unnoticed. ? DESPITE the varied artistic efforts with the bridge- heads and Serbian Indians on the Boulevard, nothing yet has been done with the ancient and not vener able drinking fountains on the east side of Michigan Ave nue. They are done uniformly in the drain pipe motif and stand there challenging comparison with their sur roundings. The inevitable comparison leads to decidedly unpleasant conclusions. Here, we submit, is an inviting op portunity for some civically-minded donor. ? THERE was a time when club memberships were at tained through invitation. But in this enlightened day no such archaic procedure dominates the business of getting into clubs — or, at least, some clubs. The other day a representative of one of the lesser down town clubs caught a "prospect" in a listening moment and was rattling off his sales argument. The prospect evidenced a total absence of interest. "Well then," said the salesman, "if this club does not appeal to you just tell me what other club you would be interested in." The salesman was a professional club representative, carrying a list of clubs, like a drummer with his trunk of samples. ? PROHIBITION agents operating on the country roads about Chicago who have long been suffering under an ignoble anonymity have decided to appear under shin ing insignia of their office. They intend to wear gold-braided caps, emblazoned with the shield of the Treasury Depart ment. It will be sometime, though, before the rural land scapes become resplendent because, with no appropriation being available, the agents are being compelled to rely upon their own resources. Thus far a fund has been subscribed which will make possible the purchase of four caps. We feel that the ambition of the agents thus to identify themselves is one that should be supported. There is a great and grave difference between being shot by an agent wearing a neat, gold-braided cap and being shot by an agent whose commonplace attire brings no stirring martial note into the issue. ? WE have an idea — in which we probably have much company — that a point has been reached at which something should be done about a considerable number of these persons who are functioning in public places as orchestra leaders, devoting a great deal of physi cal and a small amount of mental effort to acting as master of ceremonies. Among many of these there is exhibited a feeling of self- assurance that is simply grand; no situation occurs in which they are not able easily to throw off a stream of brilliant witticisms and their ad libitum contributions to the pro grams are just too funny. One evening recently a particularly annoying band leader was — shall we say? — doing his stuff at one of the very large and very important hotels well out at the Northside. Between numbers a particularly good idea struck him. He would take a political poll of the patrons. . . . "All those who are going to vote for Al Smith will please raise their right hands", he called. Many hands shot aloft. "Thass all," he said. "I just wanted to find out how many drunks we have here tonight." ? THE age of chivalry among the newspapers is hard upon us. No rival Chicago newspaper printed the toast of Rabbi Stephen S. Wise, delivered here, to the owner of two of the local journals. Among the several lengthy reports of the speech the paragraph in question re mained unchronicled. But aside from this gesture of chivalry, the publisher fared none too well with his own broadcasting station hav ing echoed the toast. We may presently expect to see radio broadcast station editors equipped with an efficient blue pencil in the form of a handy switch to shut off the power, leaving the reck less orator, a voice in the wilderness, shouting ineffectually into a deadened microphone. ? THE dilapidated barge that was once the resplendent home of the Fish Fans Club, now leaking and listing at the north end of Belmont Harbor, has become a trying problem for the authorities of Lincoln Park. Some thing must be done with it. The suggestions heretofore have run mostly along the line of dynamite and the brand. Why not — it may be asked — why not set her afloat and sail her into the teeth of the next nor'easter with a com pany on board selected by popular vote from a list of the Town's racketeers? — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 10 TI4ECUICAGOAN Intimate Chicago Views Evening American Photographer Snajts a "Scoofi" at the Municipal Air Port TI4ECI4ICAGOAN n Adventures in Insomnia Beginning a Survey of Chicago's Night Life By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THEATRES quit at Eleven. Restaurants are bright with a last flush at something near Twelve. By One, downtown traffic has thinned out to ham mering street cars and the eternally roving taxis, fran tic on the boulevard or sniffing along forlorn curbs for late passengers. Be tween One and Two, Loop alleys awake to clattering provision trucks and early milk men. And by Three, there remains of Loop life only the shuffle of night workers and the aimless wanderings of crazy old vagabonds, homeless and hopeless men. Miles around the iron Loop a city sleeps. "FISH GOTTA SWIM BIRDS GOTTA FLY — " Sometime between one and three night life blooms, a rollicking and raucous blossom. North of the river, east of Clark and south of Chicago Avenue, the dis trict called Tower Town purveys nightly entertain ment. This is the in somniac's country, a late and lively kingdom where fish swim and birds fly — as high or as low as their natures impel them. Yet in the main it is a re spectable area; a little maudlin now and then, a bit too gay, but no rough stuff. That is, unless some guy starts something. WELL, there are places for the night flyer. One counts off The Alabam on Rush, The Turkish Village over on Clark, The Cy-Mac on Superior; the gorgeous Ambassadeur on Ontario, the Algiers just around the corner from it, the Chez Pierre on Fairbanks Court and Bert Kelly's Stables at Rush and Austin. No two of them alike — but all sovereign against sleep. All gay with the congenital "An nat's my weakness nozv" gaiety of night places, the boundless enthusiasm of guests who will listen (occasionally) to reason, but who will not go home. It is 1:30 A. M. at the Club Am bassadeur. A suave, smooth place the Ambassadeur, fitted neatly into a brown stone home with white lime stone steps up to the check room. An experienced club with patrons aloof and worldly. Its waiters polite, impersonal and brisk in the exacting ritual of table service. A veteran's night place with no cryin' out loud and a famous stand until 7 a. m. or thereabouts. The first floor is laid out like a heavy Egyptian column with a thick shaft and greatly thickened capital and pedi ment. A dance floor cleared for the middle section. Tables at either end. A colored orchestra. The walls in alternate strips of gray and scarlet drapery. The chandeliers a deep amber. Just now Professor Clarence Moore is off on the Rhapsody in Blue, re phrased into dance time, as musicians say "very piano," and held at once rigidly and flexibly to a heavy-should ered negro rhythm, every intricacy faithfully done according to ear. The professor's men scorn sheet music. 12 THE CHICAGOAN "Saint Louis Woman Wid 'er di-a-mond ring — " Blythely they ramble into ad lib and out again. Blythely did I write? Miraculously! Yet all in muted rhythms. Nothing loud. Nothing blaring. The dancing is happily de void of frills. As night club dancing goes, it is good. Save for the heavy fathers it is almost expert. ANIGHT club dance always ends abruptly. Patrons find their tables. "The animals," ' says J. H. E. Clark, "canter two by two," and the remark strikes us both as outrageously funny. Suddenly, too, an entertainer appears on the floor. Well, Helen Burke. Brava, Helen! "She's got eyes of blue I never cared for eyes of blue But she's got eyes of blue An net's my weakness now!" There are more verses. A strapping blonde, Bobby, does Angela Mia. Good voice. Excellent pitch. My friend Clark, who knows nothing about pitch, agrees readily. At some of the tables hostesses sit in on parties. A hostess, briefly, comes graciously to the table when asked and sits in. She is polite, knowing, cheer' ful and usually handsome. Indeed, comparing the hostesses with feminine guests in the club, one is constrained to bring a verdict in the hostesses' favor. She carries herself with ad' mirable professional poise. She is gracious, friendly, appreciative, never loud, and she evinces meticulous tact. She is the girl to whom lonesome old men talk; she hears them out graciously, smiles and dismisses them soon enough. That is all. Naturally they tip her, sometimes very generously. This is the one sad note of all night places — the pathetic loneliness of deepening middle age. BUT the band tickles a first blue note. The dance is on. Danny Barone, proprietor, stops for a minute. Yes, business is satisfactory. It is good. Tommy Lyman, singer, is coming in from New York. A floorshow is in prospect. Sylvia De Vere is coming, too, as head hostess. Everything all right? It is. Glad you stopped in. Come again soon. Danny leaves for another table. "The face," Clark re' marks, "of a Roman senator." "Yes," I add, "and a diamond ring." Johnny Itta, headwaiter, is gracious as we leave. The band is doing Ol' Man River with a jig in it. Grand. It will go on until 7 A. M. Suave and worldly, and wise and merry. THE Alabam is a bit louder. The Alabam is a dancing club where patrons frisk about. There is less pas sive enjoyment and more stamping on the floor. It is a rustic club in setting, with logs painted on the wall and a waffle sign behind Tyler's bandsmen and a slice of watermelon gaily illu minated for a light. "Saint IsOuis woman Wid 'er diamond ring Has got 'at man o' mine Tied to her apron string .... I hates to see dot evenin sun go down1." That is the motif for the Alabam. The negro saxophonist can't sit still. He fidgets and twiddles with his in struments. He shifts on his chair. Suddenly he is up and plays standing. The drummer is half way up beside him. A whirl and fillip of dancers and the music ends. "Once more," begs a girl with a guest. Once more it is. In the little hush after the final encore snatches of conversation fill the brief instant. "And I told him I never did see any use in his acting that way. I got him told plenty—" "Four yards to go see. And the third down. And the ball — " "They treatin' yah good, Eddie Boy? Treatin' ya good?" "Ain't she handsome? Hey, Hand some — " A WAITER deals from an immense tray to a puffy old gentleman reluctantly too plump for dancing but a gallant lad at table. "This," says the old gentleman, "is more like." His partner agrees. Her eyes, how' ever, seek the waxed floor where danc ing has already started. A couple come down from the Moorish room upstairs, a tall, well set girl in a glitter of bril liants on blue velvet, long white arms, a proud head. Her escort frolicsome and forty'five. A brief pause together. They dance — "FISH GOTTA SWIM BIRDS GOTTA FLY — " THE CHICAGOAN 13 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry 1. The Chicago Club WHEN they asked me to write an article about the Chicago Club I really, for the first time in my frivolous literary career, felt the cold chill of terror. For — as all my faithful read ers know — I have spent a good many serious years arduously ac quiring a reputation for flip pancy. And, unfortunately, light touch, however well meant, in connection with such a dignified institution as the Chicago Club, seems as definitely out of place as chewing gum on the throne of , H. M. the Queen of Roumania. | > Nevertheless, if you can bear it, I think I can — so courage, mes enfants, and do let me begin be fore my valor has had a chance to evaporate. In the first place, my earliest memories go back to the time when, as a plump and apoplectic child in a beaver hat, I waited patient hours in the family limou sine outside a rocky brownstone front on the corner of Michigan and Van Buren. Around us other well fed babes in other limousines waited as patiently as we, whilst the clock crept with maddening torpor from five to half past five, from half past five to six, from six to — "Mother, why doesn't Daddy come?" — "Hush, dear, I'll tell you some other day!" It's a pitiful little picture, isn't it? You can't imagine the secret and terrible reasons I used to con jure up to explain what kept my parent from joining his devoted family. WELL, years have passed away, with their passing rending veils that cloaked a num ber of my most cherished childish illusions. Children no longer wait — on account of the parking restrictions — at the . corner of Michigan and Van Buren. But if they did, they'd know, as I know now, why Daddy doesn't come home. By ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. Would you like to know, too? It really isn't what you're thinking at all. It's simply this: The Chicago Club has the best coo\ in the Middlewestl No Gold Coast matron can hope to vie with the many sided perfections of this famous cuisine. There isn't a restaurant in town that can touch it. Why should a man come home to chops-and-baked- potatoes when he can dine like a prince on a menu that offers him everything from Beluga Caviar to plovers' eggs out of sea son? I hope I'm not being unattrac tive, dwelling so long on food. My only excuse is that the kitchen of the Chicago Club seems sq beautifully representa tive of the whole organization. You know, what I mean, I'm sure — magnificent abundance without display. In other words, neat > but not gaudy. Anyone could tell, from one swift look around its business like leather upholstered lounge, that here is where the Men Who Make Chi cago What It Is Today fore gather. And that is quite correct. It is not only The Chicago Club, but also the King of Clubs in Chi' cago. An aristocrat among plebe ian upstarts, since its ancient and exceedingly honorable history goes back to those dim distant days "before the fire." IT was founded in 1869, first club of its kind in the Middle' west. (And for many years the only club in the city.) Erza B. McCagg was the first president, elected from a member ship of one hundred, of which I'm proud to say my maternal grandfather was one. (They do say those first hundred members had a fearful time explaining to their wives just why they needed a club at all, and why ladies could not be admitted — a tradi tion that's been kept up nobly ever since.) Its first home was the old Farn- ham mansion, on Michigan Ave nue, between Adams and Jack- 14 THE CHICAGOAN 7 don't care if he is a ventriloquist son. After that was destroyed by the fire of '71 the club occupied several temporary locations until July, 1876, when, through the generosity of N. K. Fairbank, it found permanent quarters in its own new building on Monroe Street, opposite the Palmer House. There it remained till the year before the World's Fair, at which time the last of its migrations was made, and its present home — the former Art Insti tute — bought for the sum of $425,000. So much for its history. But how can I hope to convey even a faint idea of its spirit? IT seems to me the one social land mark in the city that has preserved intact its pioneer integrity. No play ground this for the gilded youth that disports itself in various expensive ways at the Racquet Club or the Casino. Here are no model swimming pools, no Turkish baths for the obese and wealthy, no hardwood squash courts for the smart athletically inclined. No in deed! Nor, even in modern times, is the more or less gentle feminine element permitted to pervade these sacred halls with its perfumed presence. As a matter of fact, no woman has ever entered the clubhouse. Don't write in and tell me that you've seen one doing it, because I can tell you who that is — it's the manicurist, and she's a very nice lady indeed, although her engagements at the club are of a purely professional nature. Of course, as you may have gathered from the above remarks, the great trouble with the Chicago Club is that it isn't a club at all. It has no social life. Once a day it is invaded by a hungry horde of the Very Prominent who gobble a super lative beefsteak with mushrooms and a slice of apple pie a la mode, and then rush back to their intriguing pastimes in La Salle Street. All of which helps, naturally, to keep Junior in Yale and Mother in diamond tiaras. But doesn't it seem a pity that Chicago men, who are certainly (at least eighty per cent of those who are members of the Chi cago Club) interesting men, seldom if ever find a moment to exchange ideas, to see each other on an intimate foot ing, in short, to enjoy life in a leisurely way? The club is there just for that. Other clubs in other cities are there for the same purpose. And in other cities men take time to converse over their cafes noirs, to lift a cocktail party into some thing more amusing than disjointed re' sume of the stock market and "that trap I drove into on the ninth." Only in Chicago bankers jostle merchants with a brief, "Hello, Frank!" and doc tors and lawyers, best minds in the city, crash past each other at the door with scarcely a nod of greeting. Don't you think it's rather a pity? * N. B. — I canot close this article with out refernce to Gene, smiling sovereign of chasseurs, whose genial presence has enlivened many of my small excursions in search of theatre tickets. Nor would it be right to omit men tion of the new clubhouse which is even now being erected on the site of the old one. It seems hardly fair to hit a man, much less a club, when he's down. Just a few months ago the Chicago Club collapsed, quite quietly and un- theatrically, as it has accomplished all its gestures. Luckily it happened at a time of day when no one was in the building, so that there were no casual ties. Not a soul from President Robert Lamont to the smallest page boy can tell what made it fall. But I fancy the accident was due, not to the vicious- ness that brought about the destruction of Sodom and its fashionable Fauborug, Gomorrah, but to an even more depress ing influence — an excess of virtue! (NOTE: MR. MEEKF.R's ARTICLE IS THE FIRST OF A SERIES NOTING ASPECTS OF FRA TERNAL LIFE AS IT IS LIVED IN THE CLUBS OF THE TOWN. MR. JAMES WEBER LINN DISCUSSES THE UNIVERSITY CLUB IN THE NEXT ARTICLE OF THE SERIES.) THE CHICAGOAN is The Back Page Starring Mr. Ben ("Front Page") Hecht /~\ NE of the most intriguing features ^-^ of the newspaper's daily manhunt for news is the merry pastime known to the initiate as "picture-chasing." There are, of course, pictures and pic tures, and not all are of anything like equal importance. There is the picture of the world-famous savant, who has just made a revolutionary discovery in science. Any cub can be sent out to pick that up, and anyway, it will only "carry" for a half-column cut. There are apprentices kept in the office for the purpose of running such chores as these. On the other hand, there are the pictures of the Mary Ellens, the ones who "tell all," etc., and these are sometimes not so easy to get, particu larly when the drift of the "story" hap pens to be none too flattering to the Mary Ellen in the case. In such an emergency, — well, that picture has to be in the office for a certain edition. The paper, it seems, cannot go to press without it; and the paper was never known not to go to press. Accordingly, the picture is in the office for the edition specified. This means that "picture-chasing" — what might be termed the Higher Pic ture Chasing — has been elevated to an art, an art which has gradually elabo rated a technique of its own, and which can scarcely be practiced by amateurs. Bigtime stuff calls for bigtime men, and hence, when the picture is "worth it," you will find a "Big Jim" Doherty, By SAMUEL PUTNAM an Austin O'Malley or a Charley Owens on the job. And in such cases, these luminaries do not regard their task as beneath them. They lend it dignity; they know it is important, or else, they wouldn't be there. For the connoisseur, who revels in a perfected technique, wherever he encounters it, — whether in the operating room, the courtroom or "on a story" — it is a pleasure to watch such experts work. Occasionally, too, a cub — usually by accident, but sometimes by good stiff leg and brain work — achieves a mild miracle, in which event he ordinarily ceases to be a cub. As to what the technique of picture- getting is, it would take too long to detail it here. A fairly voluminous textbook might be compiled on the sub ject. A few incidents, however, may be illuminating. E will put aside the mere lift ing (to employ a euphemistic term) of pictures as being a trifle too facile, the sort of stunt which any re porter on the job might achieve, under favoring circumstances. The thing, the hard thing, is to get a picture that you want and which the party who has it knows you want and is determined you shall not have. Here, in the case of photographs on the wall or on the mantel-piece, the old "drink of water" trick frequently serves. I myself em ployed it in my cub days. It is what might be called the A. B. C. of picture - chasing. I recall being sent out to get the pictures of two young women who had popped suddenly into a none too fa vorable notoriety. I was to get the pic tures from their mother. The latter received me graciously enough, but promptly froze up when the subject of my visit was broached. Behind her, however, hanging in frames from the wall, I spotted the photographs I was after. I, accordingly, changed the sub ject, as blasely as I could. Then, after some minutes: "Excuse me, but I'm very thirsty. I wonder if I could trouble you for a drink of water?" Now who could be so hard-hearted as to refuse even a reporter a glass of water? While Madam was out, the pictures came down from the wall and went under my coat, and I went out in the hall. When Madam came back, I gulped down the water, thanked her, remarked on how much it looked like rain and beat it as fast as possible. She was amazed at seeing herself so quickly and so easily rid of this pes tiferous young chap, who, it appeared, gave up so readily. Back in the office, I laid the pictures, still framed and with the wires clinging to them, on the city editor's desk. He looked up at me. "Why!" he exclaimed, "you blankety- blank thief, you! Here, boy! Rush these up to the engraving room." And I was duly gratified to see the 16 THE CHICAGOAN 'Station WZW, Folks — and we will now hear 'Mother Machree' sung by a- a noted Irish tenor" faces of my two young women friends on page 1 of that day's final. That incident taught me much. There was, I believe, some little trouble with the family, but the legal department looked after that. Heaven bless the legal department! BUT all this, as I have indicated, is quite elementary. What I call picture-chasing is illustrated by the classic yarn with "Front Page" Ben Hecht as hero. Ben had been sent out on a gunman murder story. The picture sought was that of the victim, who was reposing on a bier in the front parlor of his home. He reposed there alone. In the rear, friends of the dead man were staging a wake, or its equivalent. The front door was locked. Ben, however, had a skeleton key or a jimmy, I forget which. In any event, the door was opened and he entered. There, on the wall above the slain gangster, was a beautifully life-like chromo. Ben needed that chromo in his business; so he hauled up a chair, climbed up over the corpse and proceeded to take it down. He got the picture, but in getting himself down again, his foot slipped, and Mr. Hecht came tumbling down, spilling the remains to the floor. Naturally, there was a crash and an ensuing hubbub from the rear, but Ben fled, clutching his chromo, and after a movie-thriller chase up streets and down alleys, finally succeeded in com mandeering a yellow and in making his escape. That picture, too, appeared in the final. Isn't it strange how they always do appear in the final? A Baby Grand A Play SCENE: The baby carriage depart ment of a State Street store. Salesman (intelligently): Something in a buggy, Madam? Girl (nodding nervously): Yes. Can you? . . . Salesman : Twin or single? Girl: Yes and no ... I mean I don't know yet. Salesman: Something smart and up-to-date. Our Stork Special will answer your needs. Broken all records for sales this quarter. A testimonial from the Vice-President's grand daughter. Girl : May I see it? Salesman : Demonstrations gladly given. (Wheels a buggy into view.) But this Chinese Chippendale model is superb. Lacquered trees in mandarin red. Something gay and warm for Winter. Girl: No, no. Salesman : But as I said before, we advise the twin. Higher resale value. How about this English Stroller. Stream line body. Mahomet grey. Easy to park. Policeman's delight. Girl (undecided): Well . . . Salesman: Custom job. All de luxe. F. O. B. factory. But on our deferred payment plan you can own one. Think of Junior. Social posi tion guaranteed. Fit for an heir apparent. Equipped with rattles. Zeppelin tires. Ain't it swell? Girl: Swell. Salesman: But if you're not sold on that one, here's a model. Cabriole wheels and Louis XIII handle. Ideal for wheeling mothers. Rubber lined and Duco finished. Windshield wiper and a bumper. Girl: How about model GG19 pictured there? Salesman : I've had three. They've given service. Girl (biting her lip): If I was only sure. Salesman: Very good. Pullman- ette or Wagon Lits. Radio in every room. Rumble seat for picnic lunch- ers. Nice for nurse. Girl (distracted, biting her finger' nails): This is terrible. Salesman: Not a-tall, madam. Take your time and look 'em over. Luxurious landau. Hood lined in robin's egg blue. A bit of heaven. Flower vase for dainty flowers. Real or artificial. Girl: This is too much. What shall I do? (Shuts her eyes and grasps her temples.) Salesman: Hmmm . . . $66.50. $10 down, and the balance in pay ments. You're very young yet. Your husband is willing. A whole genera tion. Come now, take this one. Girl (in desperation): All right. Send that one. (She rushes out. It has grown dark on the street. Sud denly she stops and stares across at an electric sign that keeps flashing . . . flashing . . . "Wouldn't You Rather Have a Steinway?" Out of sheer relief she bursts into tears. Then she rushes back into the store.) Salesman (faithfully): Renaissance with antique hair springs . . . Girl : I've changed my mind. Can cel that order. (She turns and walks out. Now, as if hypnotised, she stands and stares at the sign across the way, flashing . . . flashing . . .) — EDWARD DESPRES. THE CHICAGOAN 17 Five Decades in a Bar Room SECOND of that name, the new Sherman House was opened first for public inspection on Sunday, July 7, 1861. Though the thermometer went to ninety degrees that day, and stayed there, eight thousand people went down to see what was the most sumptuous hotel west of the Alle- ghenies, and wandered about through the spacious rotunda and long cor ridors till long after dark. Every news paper in town gave it columns of space; no better advertisement for a growing city of 118,000 souls can be imagined than the opening of a good hotel. The house fronted 180 feet in Clark and 150 feet in Randolph Street, had a simple and seemly front of Lemont limestone, then called Athens marble, on each street, and its erection cost $200,000. The land, worth so many millions now, was valued at $150,000 then, and the furnishings brought the total cost to nearly half a million dollars, which is still no contemptible sum for a hotel of a few more than two hun dred rooms. Being the first privately owned build ing in Chicago to boast six and seven floors, running its height above a hun dred feet, it was also the first to have a passenger elevator — then so much of an innovation in the United States that no name had been settled upon for the conveyance. The complete novelty of it is shown in the newspaper accounts. The Tribune, first describing the base ment of the house, notes that it con tains "the machinery for driving the steam car," and later in the article speaks of "the steam car, which will be constantly in operation to convey guests from one floor to another, there by obviating the objection to going up long flights of stairs." A year later an advertisement in the Chicago Manual called attention to the fact that "A perpendicular railroad connects floor with floor, rendering passage by the stairs unnecessary." Elevators there were a-plenty in Chicago then, but they were grain elevators. FORMALLY opened the next day, Monday, July 8, 1861, the new Sherman promptly sent out invitations //. — The New Exchange By WALLACE RICE to the leading men in town to attend the formal opening of the New Ex change on the Wednesday following. The New Exchange, for the benefit of those who do not know the evolution of the name of the liquid dispensary from dramshop, grogshop, to exchange, to saloon, to sample-room, to buffet, to speak-easy, was the bar. The entire membership of the Board of Trade, then at La Salle and Washington Streets, two blocks away and less if one cut across the Court-House Square, was duly invited, and it is to the credit of that greatest of Chicago's commercial institutions that it attended in a body — not officially, but thirstily. And so did many another founder of the city. The victuals served that evening taxed the chef and his helpers to the utmost. There were oysters in eight styles, and one of them was "oysters cooked in champagne." There were cold meats such as cannot be bought with money today: boned boar's head, galantine of prairie chicken, chaud froid of rabbits, bread of pheasants. There were fillets of chicken, boned wild ducks, roast quail, cold buffalo tongue. There was a baron of beef, with a skilful pantryman to carve it in slices of an exquisite thinness — there isn't a kitchen in town today that can 'Inner — Outer — Inner — Outer — make up your mind!" 18 THE CHICAGOAN roast a baron of beef. And there were sweets, maraschino toast among them, which bore no mark of the drug-store but were man's food for men. THE Chicago Tribune had its edi torial rooms and presses and counting-room directly across the street, at the northeast corner of Clark and Randolph Streets. Bounteous examples of the nourishment, solid and liquid, served to the invited guests that night were borne over by colored waiters, grinning and sympathetic. The paper the next morning tells of the new hotel, the finest building in town, being thronged with citizens and strangers, and of the happy opening of the New Exchange, where the Board of Trade was entertained with other business men, and added "Samples were sent to the Tribune editorial rooms across the street and were graded as No. 1." The great dining-room of the hotel was 108 by 40 feet, stretching along Couch Place on the north. It was Civil War times, and the demand for delicate and expensive wines was so great that, to the left of the entrance as one came in from the east, a special wine-room was maintained with a com petent steward in charge, tall and nar row, lined to the ceiling with shelves in which bottles of glorious vintage re posed, and with an ice box where white wines could be properly chilled, sup plemented by coolers for champagne. What was drunk comprised pretty much everything that tasted good, ex cept light wine and what was always called in those days lager bier, and was for German consumption. A pale ale made in an institution founded by that great and good man, William B. Ogden, first mayor of the city and for a long generation its leading citizen. This was founded in 1839, and was at this time conducted by Lill 6? Diversey. It is a satisfaction to me that I live in an avenue named after Philip Best, a lead ing brewer, and only a block from the parkway called Diversey, properly so, since they too contributed fully to Chi cago's growth and greatness. In those days the profits from the bar and from wines served in the din ing-room fairly paid the rent of the hotel. Of such a profit the proprietors of the hotel were rightly jealous. It is highly significant, therefore, that Philip Best should have had a wine and beer hall in the basement of the Sher man House, two stories below the American bar. It bespeaks a real dif ference in patronage, and it is safe to say that in that distant day no one accustomed to go to one would ever be found in the other, except with a sense of adventure. The Low Down <4 T SATURDAY NIGHT, NEW HAVEN "Gawd, if we were back in Chicago I'd have a hundred numbers" On Grime HERE are quite a few under world characters here," re marked my reporter friend, "I'll point them out to you. See that fellow with the gash over his forehead? That's Mike the Mick. He's the boy that bumped off Al Oliatti, and they think he's the one that put a bomb under the district attorney's house. "Now over there is Bat-Car Joe Latrobe, the beer king and instigator of at least a hundred gang murders. You'd hardly know him in that get-up. That woman there is Moll Callahan, one of the most notorious under-world spies. Six men have lost their lives over her. At her right is Slugger Miff, whom they suspect of having knifecl Officer Kelly. You remember? "Hm. If it isn't Shotgun Charlie! He's a tough character, isn't he? Did in the whole Lomberti family, clean. This new racket's just about got 'em all, I guess." We stayed there for about two and a half hours all told while he pointed out bad man after bad man. And then, as the final curtain went down, we strolled out on to the street. It wasn't a bad play. — PARKE CUMMINGS. THE CHICAGOAN 19 CI4ICAGOAN/ Thomason of "The Journal" <<IIAVE you," S. E. Thomason I 1 smiles across his desk, "have you heard the story of the Eagle and the Frog? Well,—" The tale is an excellent parable for interviewers. Mindful, then, of the apprehensive Frog, be it set down that Samuel Emory Thomason violated most conditions for a successful American career at the out set. To begin with he was born into a prosperous Chicago home January 24, 1883. The only son of a lawyer father, Frank David Thomason, young Emory grew up easily and naturally; he did not support his family; rather, he entered Englewood High School and graduated in due course at 17. Nor did he work his way through the Uni versity of Michigan, dutifully slinging hash to collegiates unmindful of rising greatness under a waiter's coat. He pledged Theta Delta Chi, made an ex cellent and jovial fraternity brother, and took his A.B. in 1904 with a scholastic record in which the standing of a scholar was properly tempered by the activities of a gentleman. To this day, S. E. Thomason values the friendship of Fielding H. Yost, is loyal to his Alma Mater, and can sing: Hail to the victors valiant, Hail to the conquering heroes, Hail, Hail to Mi'chi'gan — — and so on, with the best of them. His degree from Michigan mailed home, the young A.B. entered law school at Northwestern. Again in due course, he took an LL.B. in 1906 and was admitted to the Illinois Bar in the same year. At Northwestern S. E. Thomason met a fellow student, Rob ert R. McCormick. The two became friends, the close friendship of young fellows in university — one looking for ward to a law and publishing career, the other to the law. Many such friendships draw apart, are casually di luted in the stream of the years, but this one never did. McCormick went into law first, then into newspaper work. Thomason into patent law. Yet their interests never entirely diverged. And they frequently saw each other. IN September, 1907, Samuel Emory Thomason and Alexian E. Young were married. Two years later a daughter, By ? RAN CIS C. COUGHLIN JHEC Samuel Emory Thomason Elizabeth. In 1909 Attorney Thoma son became a member of the firm of Stuart G. Shepard and Robert R. Mc Cormick. A rise in the world, in deed, for a young lawyer with a young family. A rise well merited, too, through hard and intelligent work in law cases demanding a grasp of many factors and an accurate recognition of legal difficulties. On January 1, 1911, S. E. Thomason joined in a reorganization from which emerged the firm of Shepard, McCor mick, Thomason, Kirkland and Patter son. The Chicago Tribune was a principal client. Finally, on June 1, 1918, Thomason definitely left law for publishing. He took over the business management of The Tribune. Make no mistakes about it. The Tribune job was a big job. A job be wildering in its complexity of detail from the management of advertising (already enormous and still growing) to the supervision of pulp mills and pulp forests from which Tribune news print came under Tribune control. S. E. Thomason stood up to his task, fought it and licked it. Under his hand the paper showed a phenomenal growth which even the most sanguine well-wisher had not dared hope. The Business Manager was rewarded ac cordingly. His income tax return flustered the entire publishing trade and a great many envious citizens to boot. Here any man might have set' tied down to success. But just here Thomason reconsidered. VERY jovially he tells it "I had noticed," he says, "that business managers commonly lose their energy and usefulness at about 50. But pub lishers! Why a publisher is hardly go ing good until he's 70. And Heaven knows how long after that. A pub lisher lives forever. So the only thing left to do was to be a publisher." S. E. Thomason bought the Tampa Tribune and a little later the Greens' boro Record. Then, on June 1, 1918, he definitely left The Tribune to pub lish a new acquistion, The Chicago Journal, bought with John Stewart Bryan of Richmond, Va. The business manager had turned editor. A good humored nudge or two and the Journal began to turn news paper. Before an astonished group of newspaper observers it snickered, whin nied, kicked up its venerable heels and began nosing out afternoon sheets on market news. Circulation climbed from 71,000 in June to 83,000 in mid- October. It is still climbing. The Journal had always been Demo cratic. It has continued to support Al fred E. Smith, whom its publishers ad mire, and it is against prohibition, which its publishers view with alarm. Yet the new paper is not to be blindly partizan. It is to be free and open to intelligent choice. After all, a news paper primarily sells news and adver tising. Not politics. It is an old idea in publishing. A sound one. "What I know of news values, I learned from Joe Patterson," Mr. Thomason admits very cheerfully. "I believe Joe has the best news sense in the country. Besides, it is my convic tion that news is not so much when but how. A well-written story is usually more important to a paper than a so- called 'scoop,' the 'scoop' part known only to a few men in the office. Furth ermore, I think you get farther in this business by developing your own talent rather than by buying the other fel- 2U THE CHICAGOAN low's, like some publishers I could men tion. Organizations do all the big jobs anyway — not individuals. I'm not afraid to borrow an idea. There are lots of things about the game I don't know and I'm free to say so. But we're getting along. Getting along." IT is mid'afternoon. Some floors down the Journal presses rumble off a street edition. The noise blends with the low, jumbled noise of the city. We talk for a few minutes longer. Of Elizabeth, 19'year'old daughter of the publisher. Of Ralph, foster'son, and eight, and a "hell'raiser," according to his father. We speak of golf and hand'ball, favored recreations both. And of cer' tain good stories to be cherished and laughed over so long as the race of big, ruddy men do most of the world's work and enjoy themselves doing it. The in' terview is over. Emory Thomason rises to say good' bye. He is taller than he seems. Much taller. And thick (not fat) and strong with the strength of maturity. A shrewd, pleasant face. This man could be a merciless driver — if he did not smile. When he smiles it comes sud' denly upon an observer that instead of driving he leads. A poor crusader, per haps, but what an admirable soldier. "Oh yes," we pause at the open of fice door. "Be sure and get in that I left The Tribune good friends with them all. I did. I like to leave that way. Good-bye." The rumble of Journal presses is louder as the elevator descends. Out side the circulation boys are slamming bales of papers into a fleet of shiny new trucks. American Tragedies The Seat Blower Ufi IVAN GEVALDT was a Seat Blower Up. His job was to blow the air into the pneumatic seats that allow pas sengers on the Pinkydink Bus Lines to veritably ride on air. Came morning, came night, Ivan puffffed up air cush ions. He blew and he blew. His boss Madam, are you liver conscious?' said Ivan was one of the best Seat Blowers Up in the business. Ivan had a wife, though. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she would say. "That iceman tracks up the house some thing fierce. If I had an automatic ice box, now — " She knew full well that Ivan couldn't afford an iceless refrigerator on a Seat Blower Up's wage. Just the same, she tsk-tsked to beat the band. It began to get Ivan's goat. "Ho, ho," Ivan's boss finally said. "Whassa matta, huh?" He pointed contemptuously to the seat Ivan had just inflated. It had the appearance of a child's balloon three days after Sun day. Ivan knew his work was suffer ing, and was discouraged. But when he went home his wife met him at the door. 'Tsk, tsk," she said, "that iceman — " Ivan pushed her in the face. "Tsk, tsk," she said again. Ivan looked for her. She was tsking him from under the table. That is the way with a woman. IVAN finally had to admit defeat. Without saying anything about it he signed his name to one of those cou pons that promise you French like a native. In due time the lessons arrived. How Ivan studied. Lesson One, Les son Two — he learned them all. It was a proud moment when his diploma came. That day he threw down the seat he was blowing and strode up to his boss. "Parlee voo Francais," he said. "Whoopee," said the boss. "I never knew — " "I quitee the jobee," said Ivan. Putting on his coat, he dashed down to a swell restaurant and secured the post of head waiter. Now he could buy his wife the ice- less ice box. A new dress, too, maybe — after all, she was the light of his life. Ivan hurried home. His wife wasn't there, but a note was, tacked to the ice box. "Dear Ivan," she wrote, "I have eloped with the ice man. Goodbye." The world swam before Ivan's eyes. Something within him called for jus tice. He reached for his air rifle. Bing! Bing! Ivan's beloved French Lessons top' pled to the floor, neatly pierced with bullet holes, and he strode out the door. "Tres beens," he murmured as he made his way back toward the Seat Blowing Up works. —JOHN gihon. TI4ECI4ICAGOAN 21 ./ <b< (3 N III VL * * * 4- * * uSF *^, ii^w, ^vJ v The Television Enthusiast Encounters Interference 11 THE CHICAGOAN The JTA G E The Theatre Guild Romfis with Rare Ben Johnson By CHARLES COLLINS THE Theatre Guild swung into the third phase of its repertory at the Blackstone with a lusty staging of an English semi-classic translated, if you please, from the German. This was Ben Jonson's "Volpone," as arranged for the contemporary stage by a certain Stefan Sweig. Such a round-about method of arriving at the work of Shakespeare's most famous buddy may be bewildering to scholars, but it does the audiences no wrong. The Guild's Ethelind Terry, who plays that plumb breed, Rio Rita, and the very Nordic I. Harold Murray, a Texas Ranger, from the musical show, "Rio Rita," now on view at the Illinois. Below are Robert Woolsey, Bert Wheeler and Vincent Serrano, clown, wit and villain (Carramba!) in order named. "Volpone" has Elizabethan gusto, Ital ian frenzy, and modern swank. It is a gay stylistic orgy, fantastically dec orated and highly energized. It swept away my rebellion against Bernard Shaw, my impatience with Eugene O'Neill. They are up-to-date bores, but here is an antique novelty. "Vol pone" fascinated me. This play, neatly labelled by the Guild a "sardonic farce," revives one of the sturdiest forms of characteriza tion — the full-length de piction of monomania. The eternal classics are rich with monomaniacs : Hamlet, Don Quixote, Pere Goriot, and their kindred. But realism has preached that it is bad art to exaggerate a single aspect of character; and so the drama and the novel no longer deal in monstrosities of tempera ment. Therefore, it is re freshing to find the central figure of "Volpone" a grotesque of thoroughbred strain — that grand old ro mantic nut, a miser. He is, moreover, the world's worst miser; his lust for gold is blended with satanic malice. To vex, cheat, double-cross and generally bedevil the lesser misers about him who hope to inherit his hoard is his greatest glee; and so he stirs up three acts of romp ing, stinging, pungent farce. Of all the misers in litera ture — and the gallery is crowded — this Volpone, the Fox of Venice, is my fav orite. CLAUDE RAINS makes a carnival of the title role; such intense, comprehensive "character acting" hasn't been seen for many a day. There were times when I feared that he would act his long, pointed putty nose off. He has a fine flair for the fantastic, and back of it a sense of comedy as sharp as Vol- pone's proboscis. This Mr. Rains is a star for the Guild, and no one need la ment that Lunt and Fon- tanne have returned to New York. THE CHICAGOAN 23 "A nice enough pasture, I grant. But I find these automatic milking machines lack the personal touch" The other principals keep pace with the rampaging Rains. Earle Larimore, in the equally important role of Mosca the Gadfly, is vivid and persuasive; Philip Leigh, Henry Travers and Whit- ford Kane are a gorgeous trio of eccen trics as the Vulture, the Raven and the Crow; and Margalo Gillmore is utterly charming as the beautiful and dumb Columba. Add Ruth Chorpenning as the harlot and Morris Carnovsky as the judge, and you have the best possible cast for this striking production. A Nobel prize for the art of make-up should be awarded Mr. Leigh; his dis guise as a human vulture is a master piece in grease-paint. Ziegfeld's Houris "P IO RITA," at the Illinois, is a I \ surpassing show in the best manner of Mr. Ziegfeld — so insistent in its luxuriousness, its beauty of pageantry, that it is almost cloying. Although a musical comedy, bent on telling a story to song, it competes with the revues in its appeal to the eye. Its libretto suggests "The Dove"; its char acters are the rancheros, rangers and Tijuana tourists of the Mexican border; but its atmosphere is the never-never land of Ziegfeld's almost oriental imagination. He is a sybaritic pasha among producers of entertainment for the American theatre; and his chorus girls cause one to suspect that he has stolen the keys of the Mahommedan paradise. Ethelind Terry is the lyric and luscious heroine, and J. Harold Murray is the two-gunned Americano whom she adores. They are both brilliant singers. Mr. Murray's he-man bary tone and blonde virility should cause a general subsidence of the local yearn ing for Dennis King. Bert Wheeler is the chief comedian of the proceedings; he seems to be a new boy among the clowns, and upon this first view of him I am inclined to rank him as a price less droll. Robert Woolsey and Marie Dayne are also highly useful in the buffoonery. Omit Flowers DOROTHY GISH'S emergence from the films as co-star with her hus band, the up-standing, deep-throated James Rennie, should have been an occasion for happy enthusiasm. Miss Gish can act, with her voice as well as with her face; and her pictorial value has been proved. But it happens that Miss Gish and Mr. Rennie were mis guided in their choice of vehicle. "Young Love," at the Woods, is not only one of the most preposterous comedies I have ever seen; but it is also one of the most obnoxious. This piece sounds as if it might have been written by a group of sex-sick sophomores after a secret reading of the "Memoirs of Fanny Hill." Its air of sophistication is a burlesque, and its attitude toward life is that of a Peep ing Tom. Even when considered from the lowered standards of this sex- drenched era, "Young Love" is in hor rible taste. Moreover, it is dull. Let its epitaph be written with the phrase: Dirty and dumb. After the Game "\ A /ELL, it was a darned good V V game, even if we did . . . Heh, Pete, here's the key to my ward robe. It's under my shirts. And, listen, don't take any more than . . . Now what we need is a smart quar terback. Remember back in 1908 when . . . Say, you men from Omega better plan to spend the week-end here and start back Monday. What the hell if you do miss . . . Chaperon? I suppose there's one around, but . . . Yeah, it was a poor showing, but you got to remember that they're a bunch of sophomores and next year . . . Damn Bill Washburn anyway. Him wearing my suit and not letting me cut in on my own . . . Say, remember that Princeton game in '21? Now that was a . . . Gee! Where did McCurdy catch that babe. She's the best . . . Well, I'll tell you. He'll probably open his bag o' tricks next Saturday. This was only practice . . . For God's sake, Hammersly, sober up going down stairs anyway. Our faculty advisor's . . . Yeah, this is a picture of "Hefty" Wunderlich, All- American back in . . . No, Louise, we don't carve up the floor. That's where some gin got spilled . . . Well, if it isn't old Joey O'Leary. Gosh, Joey, I haven't seen you since that night. . . . Sure, pretty good orchestra. . . . Wait a minute, Jane, there goes that damned Al Witt- ner with my 'coonskin. ..." — D. 0. SCOTT. 24 THE CHICAGOAN MU/ICAL NOTE/ The Symphony Gets Going By ROBERT POLLAK AFTER all the sound and fury of i\ arbitration with the musicians' union it is a distinct relief to see the stage lights at Orchestra Hall flash on as Evans, Wallenstein, Gordon and, finally, the Herr Director himself, emerge from the wings. It is good to see again the genial face of Mr. Stock, the gleaming golds, the rich browns, the sombre blacks of instruments, and the solid half-circle of players, most of them old friends. The audience thinks so, too. It struggles to its feet dropping hats, coats and programs, and it cheers lustily. And when the ominous figure sounds at the opening of Beethoven's Fifth everybody settles back content edly. Departing from sentimental consid erations it can only be remarked in hushed tones that the second concert was much better than the first. It may have been the excitement of an opening or, perhaps, an insufficiency of re hearsal. At any rate the attack was frequently ragged, and, particularly in the Fifth, the endings of phrases were, at intervals, badly smothered in the be ginnings of new ones. It was only in the spirited last movement, where con ductor and orchestra can get into lusty stride, that the band seemed to possess its usual heed for symmetry. After the intermission the quality of the performance remained mixed. Ravel's La Valse was vigorously exe cuted in bold outlines, but the graph of excellence drooped again with De bussy's L'Apres Midi. We still sub scribe firmly to the notion that Mr. Stock doesn't conduct Debussy well. And this score, still one of the land marks of modern music, furnishes a prime example of his short-comings. Here, where dimness of outline and dif fusion of color is the first necessity, he blocks off the composition phrase by phrase with almost mathematical pre cision. The orchestra, consequently, is constantly letting down in diminuendos and retards that rob the piece both of its vital pulse and of its luminousness. For all its mystery it should quiver with the questioning desire of the faun. And Mr. Stock made it sound tired. The orchestra swept on into Stock's own compression of the last act of Sieg fried, and this was the grandest spot in the evening. This music is his meat, and with it he washes away any of his trivial sins of interpretative omission or commission. THE second concert of the season found an older and wiser band. The attack was brilliant, the ensemble snappily precise. The first hour en folded the Rachmaninow Second Sym phony in E minor. For all our preju dices against the bulk of composition thus far turned out by the Russian composer-pianist, this work certainly looms high in the literature of the sym phony. Its broader themes are thick with sentiment and it is never for a minute harmonically searching. But its sentiment seems so intense, so grimly and deeply felt, that it is completely convincing. Only the third movement seems too long with its sobbing and oft- repeated A major tune. The orches tra gave the work a magnificent read ing. Later Till Eulenspiegel, Strauss' glit tering rogue, came out of Librarian Hanke's cupboards. For the recreation of an individual in music this sym phonic poem seems unequalled. The complete psychology of the Flemish na tional hero is transferred into tone by a composer who once was great. It is a sad thing to compare a work like this or Ein Heldenleben with the con temporary inanities of the ballet Schlagobers or the much-touted Helen of Egypt. Mme. Leider DUE to what is known in the news papers as "the coming of the stork" Rosa Raisa has cancelled her contract with the Chicago Civic Opera. We are given to understand that this news came with alarming suddenness to the executives of the company and that much brisk cabling ensued. The net results are most fortunate, for Madame Frieda Leider will take her place. In case Madame Frieda Leider is only a name to you, it is only neces sary to listen to her recent recordings from Die Walkure to realize what a great singer she is. She belongs at present to four major opera compa nies at once, the Berlin State Opera, La Scala, Covent Garden and Our Own. Since her first German successes she has become proficient in French and Italian, and her repertoire includes a generous handful of the good old standbys. As she was already definitely engaged for the season of 1929-30 our heart bounces with the joyful suspicion that the local company is building up a German wing and may decide next year to reinstate the major works of Wagner in the repertoire. New Stuff TWO remarkable works hold the attention of Central European opera-goers. The first is Der Zare- witsch with which old Franz Lehar breaks a long silence. With Richard THE CHICAGOAN A monument to the heroes of Chicago's pioneering. In the midst of a thousand business details, Mr. Wrigiey found time to recall the romantic story of the courageous John K\nzie> whose fearlessness in the darl{ days of 1812 caused his name to be cut deep in the endur ing annuls of Chicago's history. So Mr. Wrigiey gave the city this monument U'hich Will stand at the Michigan Boulevard Bridge ends as long as stone endurcs^-mar^ing the struggles and the gallantry 0/ the old days. With Mr. Wriglev, looking at the new sculpture is Gertrude Hdvcmeyer, the youngest member of the Kinzie family m Chicago. -+** ^K One of the busiest Americans WILLIAM WRIGLEY, finds a way to keep informed JR. He has his business, his Cubs and his Island to look after Yet, William Wngleyjr never fails to keep in touch with what the world is doing. "I'm not going to let 'the times' get ahead of me," he has declared emphatically, "even though my time for reading is limited. "I depend on Arthur Brisbane's Today Column, in the Herald and Examiner for a quick, intelligent digest of the day's news. "Brisbane seems to know everything that has happened And when he sums up world affairs, he interprets them with one of the great est funds of knowledge I have ever discovered. "It seems to me that every busy fellow should consider it an asset to have Brisbane talk to him for ten minutes every day in the- Herald and Examiner " Do you know Arthur Brisbane? He has been called "the one man university " From the many important things that happen every day, he selects those that are most vital . . . most interesting to you He interprets history for you while history is being made. Look at this column below and see what a great mind can bring you every morning in. the Herald and Examiner. The Cubs which Mr. Wngley bought three years ago may be classi fied as a hobby. He be lieves in encouraging the type of sport that every body can and iuiII enjoy. With his team playing top-notch ball he comes very close to fulfilling that hope. Hereherallrs rhmgs over uith Man ager Joe McCarthy. The most important story in the world Somewhere each day the most important news story in all the world happens. And there on the spot— will usually be found a Herald and Examiner reporter. As you read his story, the drama of it will hold you, for Herald and Examiner reporters have the instincts and the discipline ot great news writers. One of the most brilliant staffs ot writers and cartoonists ever assembled on a single newspaper, produce the contents of each day's Herald and Examiner. Arthur Brisbane . . . James Weber Linn . . . John Lambert . . . O O Mclntyre . . . Fontaine Fox . . . John Held, Jr., and Lloyd Mayer . . . Glenn Dillard Gunn . . . Ashton Stevens . . . Ted-Cook . . . Warren Brown . . . Bobby Jones . . . B. C. Forbes . . . Merryle Rukeseyer . . . Karl von Wiegand . . . these are but a few of them. And the anonymous writers who report the world's daily drama in the news columns of the Herald and Examiner are the highest paid men and women in the profession. This great staff provides more than 435,000 daily readers with a newspaper full of interesting, wide awake news, alert editorial comment and pleasant mental recreation everymorning. If you are not famil iar with it now, get a Herald and Examiner tomor row Enjoy it. You will make it a morning habit. THE CHICAGOAN EVERY NIGHT a group of distinguished musicians in programs of quality seldom heard else where than in formal concert. Events of first importance for those who know and appreciate music of the highest merit played by master musicians. String Quartet Quartet Assisted by Piano String Solos 6 to 8 P.M. These performances are in the main restaurant. There is no cover charge. All true lovers of the World's best music are most cordially invited. A highly diversi fied and different program each evening including Sundays. Hotel Brevoort MADISON ST. Between Clark and LaSalle Tauber, famous Viennese tenor, in the title role it has been packing them in for months and months in the Austrian capital. At the hands of Lehar light opera assumes a dignity and importance that only the Viennese truly realise. It is the city of the waits and upon Lehar has fallen the regal mantle of Johann Strauss. Der Zarewitsch has waltzes that melt in your mouth, and, besides, a lilting fox'trot that will sweep the country if the show is brought over. With the world premiere of Jonny Spielt Auf we discover the first jass grand opera, and it comes from the hand of Ernst Krenek, a young Czech composer, instead of from Gershwin, Ben Bernie, Kern or Berlin. Krenek, a student of Schreker, has written a quantity of music in all genres, but he has never won wide popular favor be' fore. His opera, lavishly mounted, has caused a sensation throughout Ger' many and is slated for production at the Metropolitan with Lawrence Tibbett in the title role. The libretto, also by Krenek, is vividly modern. Jonny, a wandering American negro, sings and banjoes his way through several love affairs and some petit larceny. An or' chestra plays through a loud speaker and railroad trains and automobiles are involved in the action. The music, judging from a recently published pot' pourri, will never bother either Gersh' win or Berlin. Krenek has several diverting tricks of harmonization and one fox'trot song sung by Jonny is as fine as the middle section of the Rhapsody in Blue. But the work is incoherent and its maker doesn't under' stand jazz as the Americans do. The opera will survive for a little and make a deserved stir because of its novelty, but the real jazz epic is still to come and one of the Broadway boys will write it. Wax Works OUR fortnightly tour through record land (bring the little folks) will be devoted this time to certain esoterica obtainable most easily through The Gramophone Shop at 47 E. 47th St., New York City. For the avid collector this is a great little store to know about, as it is a clearing house for rare and novel discs from all over the world. Here are some suggestions. A double' face recording from Krenek's jazz opera, Jonny Spielt Auf. One side contains Jonny's Hymn, the other the fox'trot aria, Leb Wohl Mein Schats, which seems to constitute the hit of the show. Both are electrically recorded and are sung by the baritone Ludwig Hoffman who created the role of Jonny and who, in addition to his marked ability as a singer, plays the banjo, the saxophone and the violin during the course of the opera. The work is discussed in greater detail above. (German Parlophone Co.) Two works of Delius, one of rerec ording, an electrical version of Brigg Fair, and the orchestra interlude from The Village Romeo and Juliet, The Walk Through Paradise Garden. The Brigg Fair, conducted by Geoffrey Toye, is a genuine advance upon the old recording both in clarity and or' chestral coloration. The Interlude, made by Sir Thomas Beecham and the London Symphony Orchestra is, we be' lieve, the first recording of any portion of Delius' opera. It is a delicious score, albeit too mystical and unwordly ever to win enormous popular favor. (Eng lish Columbia and H. M. V.) THE grand old Brahms'Haydn Variations is made by the London Symphony Orchestra with Pablo Casals at the helm. It is not generally known that the great little Spanish cellist is a conductor of wide experience and sym' pathy. He has a director's post in his home town, Barcelona, where he has assembled a corps of veteran symphon- ists. The reading of the Brahms is vig orous but with marked attention to the subtleties of tempo and dynamics. A splendid electrical recording. (H. M. V. Record.) A complete recording of The Gon doliers has been made under the super vision of a D'Oyly Carte, undoubtedly a very direct descendant of Gilbert and Sullivan's famous manager. The whole is attractively supplied in a special al bum and the lyrics, than which of Gil bert there is no than whicher, are very clear. The voices are light but more than competent. An excellent invest ment, particularly if you are in hopes that Winthrop Ames is going to revive this rollicking light opera. (H. M. V. English.) * Abraham Lincoln, 1809-1858, by Albert J. Beveridge. 2 vols. (Houghton Mif flin Company.) A politician's biography of Lincoln the politician. It is said to bring together more facts about Lincoln's early life than have ever been brought to gether before, and it sees these facts both in terms of Lincoln's physical and social surroundings and in terms of the states manship of the day, local, national, and international. THE CHICAGOAN BOOK/ Utopian Politics By SUSAN WILBUR IT all depends upon how you look at it. This is still, from some points of view, the best of all possible worlds — as it was in the days when Voltaire wrote Candide. Take modern instances. What if a man insures his wife and then poisons her? Well, that's not neces sarily an exception. It was for her that he began wanting the money, and as time went on he got concentrating on the money itself. But what of the penalty? Well, of course, he'll have to hang. Not so unpleasant an experi ence, however, if the hanging is done in a civilized spirit, if you explain to him that, like the soldier on the battlefield, he dies for the good of mankind. It was in such a best of all possible worlds that Mr. Blettsworthy, hero of H. G. Wells' forthcoming "Mr. Blettsworthy on Rampole Island," grew up. With, and even without, the help of his uncle, the rector, he was practically always able to explain things. When, for instance, in his last year at Oxford, he found himself kissing the tobacconist's daughter, he was able to give her the most gracious and noble interpretations. And it was quite in line with his upbringing that, at the end of his university career, he should have decided to do a really up lifting thing, namely start a bookstore. He and his classmate, Graves, were each to furnish half the capital. Graves, of course, borrowing his half, at interest, from Mr. Blettsworthy. THEN, and only then, did some thing happen which needed his uncle to explain. And by then his uncle was dead. Something in the face of which Mr. Blettsworthy ad mits that he gave up. For one night it was Graves who was kissing the tobacconist's daughter, and Graves also chose that night for eloping with the last thousand pounds of the firm's capital. Things which have of course hap pened thousands of times both in fic tion and out, and for which therefore there must have been some explana tion, had Mr. Blettsworthy but hit upon it. Instead he starts round the world on a tramp steamer. The captain turns 27 IMPORTED to ^Jbrin$ /oiim to tne %jkin N E <LtS )INCE 1881 the smart Parisienne has chosen L,a Reine des Cremes as her favorite foundation cream. For it is the ideal toilette requisite to smooth, to whiten, to nourish and protect. So Jight and feathery, so quickly vanishing, La Reine des Cremes is indispensable in the fastidious care of the skin. Powder clings smoothly to it for hours. 5^a Reine des Cremes is one of the famous Lesquendieu cre= ations direct from Ivry=sur=Seine, France. In five sizes of quaint porcelain crocks. In traveling tubes, too. Write for an interesting illustrated booklet— A French Facial in a Home Treatment" by J. Lesquendieu— translated from the French. <&&. ILesquendieu writes from France, to assure his country women now residents of this country, that the smart shops of America, too, boast of the creations of (Lesquendieu. Howard L. Ross President J. LESQUENDIEU, Incorporated, 45 West 45th Street, New York City 28 THECUICAGOAN pimply 3well hr Sofa Reader^ For you comfort-loving nightreaders (with horizontal inclinations!) Patent Pending ' Tfi. IWmI Tbadint Lam. is a godsend. Clips on book cover. Lights both pages perfectly. Pages turn freely. Weighs 3 oz. Costs $3. Complete with standard Mazda Bulb, 8 ft. cord and plug. Many colors. At most good shops and department stores MELODELITE CORPORATION 132 Nassau Street New York Come to lJ±Lfr Delicious ^ Luncheons and Afternoon Teas Choicest Cakes, Pies, Candies and Nuts, Daintily Packaged for Home Consumption BON APPETIT 108 East Walton Place CHICAGO DIHHER SERVED 0>JLT OK THURSDAYS Six to Eight out to be another thing that he doesn't find the skill to explain away. That skill comes later, of course — when he is looking in the captain's desk for a pen and finds instead a collection of pictures. THE next thing he knows he is being rescued from a derelict steamer by the cannibals of Rampole Island. Here his uncle's system breaks down entirely, is, in fact, replaced by the Rampole Islanders' system, which turned out to be in its own way just as complete. Though somehow Mr. Blettsworthy never finds it quite as satisfactory. It is, to be sure, even more euphemistic than his uncle's, and yet even euphemism fails to make edifying the fact that its center of in terest is not heaven but the cooking pot. Nor can Mr. Blettsworthy un derstand the superstition that keeps the Rampole Islanders from killing off the giant megatheria and putting the waste lands to crops. In London, where "Mr. BlettS' worthy on Rampole Island" has been out long enough for press comments, they are saying that it is "the best Wells romance since Mr. Polly," and so on. And as romance it is un' doubtedly fun. There is, however, an element that is not fun. From Ram pole Island Mr. Blettsworthy returns to the World War — and to Sacco and Vanzetti. An Urban Sandburg "Good Morning America" ONE comes on "Good Morning America" after the high history of "Abraham Lincoln" to discover that, in part, Carl Sandburg has turned from history to the epigram. He has turned even to Marinne Moore poetics (see section 11 of the opening and title poem). He has gone in for die tionary and thesaurus a la Ben Hecht. On page 154 he goes Chinese. And on page 156 something closely resem- bling Frank Crane. All in all, a dif fusion of culture which very dubiously enriches Carl Sandburg. The volume (Harcourt, Brace) is prefaced by the now famous 38 defini tions of poetry, including number 18, which is the dandiest of the lot: "Poetry is the cypher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow sil ver bullet fed to a flying fish." (Lib eral reward for information.) If "Good Morning America" were made up of this kind of thing; one might justly dismiss the work as triv ial — as aimless and perhaps forgive' able nonsense after a first rate his' torical effort. Fortunately, "Good Morning America" contains material in the old Sandburg mold. "Land' scape Including Three States of the Union," page 93, is eloquent and effective writing. So, too, are parts of the title poem. So, too, are occa' sional lyrics scattered through the vol' ume, the best, perhaps, in the section titled "Bitter Summer Thoughts." Here, as in other spots, is the flavor and feel of the prairie, the recreation of pioneer life in its power and piog- nance. This is the material over which Sandburg retains unquestioned mas' tery. No one in America can re- motely approach him in this field. He retains a spacious, unquestioned domi' nance. He is, here, a poet of first significance. Perhaps the last to gauge the soul of the pioneer, he is certainly the ablest. For a while he has turned philosc pher, which is to say verbalist, in the glib city manner. It is to be hoped that his turning is a momentary stray. Let us have Carl back in the covered wagon by Christmas. — f. c. c. Lond ondon Dear Chicagoan : THE somewhat remarkable per severance of the English domestic class came to the notice of a Lambeth magistrate the other day. According to the police report a maid-servant stole ten pounds from her mistress and spent all but ten shillings of the amount in two days in "going to the pictures and riding on the buses." To people who are familiar with the London bus sys- tern, which enables a passenger to ride a considerable distance for a penny, it is a marvel that anyone could have spent five pounds of the money in bus rides, and it is also sad to contemplate the mental state of a person after see ing four pounds worth of motion pic tures in two days. It seems a case for lenience. Londoners received a thrill at Vic toria station when the Nawab of Bhopal and the Begum arrived from Bombay with hundreds of Indians in their entourage, all in Eastern costume. The women especially were a riot of color and, the majority being in saris TI4ECUICAG0AN 29 made from expensive Eastern silks, used their costume as a background for a collection of jewels such as is seldom seen in London streets in daylight. The Nawab offered the contrast, having selected a brown lounge suit for his arrival. The high officials in the party were presented with wreaths of pink roses bound together with ferns and blue ribbon. These were placed around their necks as they alighted from their special train. For one day at least the Horse Guards were eclipsed by the Eastern members of the British Empire. Despite the festivities attendant on their arrival, a serious note underlies their visit; the Nawab is here for the purpose of taking part in the discus' sion regarding the position of the In dian princes in future. THE routing of one-way traffic has not met with the approval of Lon' don, according to complaints one hears on all sides. The Home Secretary, by long practice used to the appointing of committees, has selected a Traffic Com mittee to review the situation. A rather piquant discussion has arisen, for, whereas the opposition has come chiefly from unfortunate pedestrians and individual tradesmen, and has been lightly swept aside, in the City — that is to say, the business section of London — it is supported by the full strength of the Corporation of London. The Home Secretary has intimated that the meet ings of the committee will be private, for what reason no one can guess. * Apropos of traffic, it is interesting to outline a rather humorous situation in volving Mr. Winston Churchill, . the financial wizard, who is now Chancel' lor of the Exchequer. That gentle' man, by virtue of his office, calmly ap' propriated last year five million pounds from the Road Funds, which represents the amount British motorists pay to the Government as taxes on the horse' power of their vehicles, and used this amount to balance his Budget, which showed a deficit in other quarters of the National income. The Automo' bile Association, which represents the majority of British motor-car owners, feeling that this tax on horse-power was basically unfair, petitioned the same Mr. Churchill to remove that tax, and institute one on gasoline. The Chancellor of the Exchequer readily consented, but — retained the horse- power tax. — E. S. 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Lund Jeweler Rare Gems and Pearls Unusual Diamonds For Betrothal Rings 31 NORTH STATE STREET SUITE 501 30 TI4ECI4ICAGOAN Moonlight Madness "Broken-hearted Baby" — There's pep to this fox trot by the Arrowhead Inn Orchestra "Moonlight Madness" — Fox trot 4053 "All of the Time" — Another fox trot that you can't resist. Colonial Club Orchestra "Flower of Love" — Fox trot 4049 "Nola" — A great piano duet by Phil Ohman and Victor Arden "The Glow Worm" 4056 "The Nut Tree"— (DerNussbaum)- Soprano solo by Elisabeth Rethberg. "Ave Maria"— Schubert. Violin obligate 15145 by Max Rosen Always something new on Brunswick Records There's new snap, rhythm and pep in Brunswick Records HTie CINEMA The Neanderthal er Prowls the Screen By WILLIAM R. WEAVER PANATROPESRADIOLASRECORDS THE Neanderthaler has come and conquered. Four of the fort' night's six noticeable pictures are his. The other two are Norma Talmadge's and Marion Davies'. And three of the Neanderthaler 's pictures are good. The cinemas are again congested. The magenta Rolls parks again beneath the biggest No Parking sign on State street. Balaban and Kat2; beam. The Neanderthaler stalks through "The Docks of New York" as George Bancroft. In "The River Pirate" he is Victor McLaglen. Lon Chaney is he in "While the City Sleeps'" — a plain Chaney with standard equip- ment as to arms and legs — and in "Beggars of Life" he is Wallace Beery and several other hardboiled guys. In only this latter case is he dull. In all he disports ultimately the heart of gold. It gleams nowhere so brightly as 'neath a boko's vest. Hollywood's been a long time in recognizing the dramatic utility of the brute. Because of focal enlargement necessary for projection it has been considered essential that the hero be handsome, well mannered, even noble. Muscle has never been despised. (Biceps data on Harold Lockwood, Wallace Beery and Rudolph Valen' tino is astounding.) But the gang pic tures, manufactured in feverish haste to satisfy a curiosity bred of likewise feverish headlines, are to be thanked for proving to Hollywood that a sixth- reel hero can get away with Spear' head and a dash of Colt in his earlier exercises. And that a hairy ape can close-up a fair damosel — if he has thoughtfully saved her life by licking thirteen men and a dry agent a few moments previously — without getting the manager mobbed. All this makes for entertainment in the cinema. What else it may make for — what excesses may be in dulged when the O'Neills discover the screen has been made safe for Art and set out to show the Hechts and Tullys just how a really red-blooded movie ought to be done — is something to be worried about by the worriers-about' things later on. Just now the thing to do is to go to those cinemas where the Neanderthaler is on the prowl. He is good. ' The Docks of New York" GEORGE BANCROFT is better as a stoker in "The Docks of New York" than he has been as gunman or detective in the gangfare that brought him out. Betty Compson is better as the woman that she was as the woman in "The Miracle Man." Mitchell Lewis is better as the other man than he ever was as anything in any other picture, and Baclanova is only less effective here than in "The Man Who Laughs" because the period of the Hugo story gave her more clothes to work without. Nothing in "The Docks of New York" happens exactly as it would be expected to happen in life. Which makes it a very lifelike and extremely interesting picture. 'The River Pirate" VICTOR McLAGLEN'S mere might is the sustaining element in "The River Pirate." Victor Mc- TWECWICAGQAN 31 Laglen's grin is the whole of its hu mor. His sheer brute strength is the picture's strength and it is strong enough for sixty minutes of anybody's attention. The story is about a river pirate who doesn't agree with law. The law wins the argument in the picture proper, but a movietone epi logue explains that everything came out all right. 'While the City Sleep's" ION CHANEY'S best performance L-* has been "Tell It to the Marines," where his makeup consisted of a uni' form and no greasepaint. Now it is "While the City Sleeps," where his makeup consists of his 1925 street clothes. In these, without lipstick or crutch, he impersonates the kind of detective taxpayers like to think is get' ting their money. The civic corpora' tions of the country owe him a vote of thanks. He doesn't need money. The point of the story seems to be that a good detective not only polices the city but keeps the arch-criminal away from Old Dan Mulloy's daugh ter if he has to blow up city blocks as he comes to them to do so. A secondary point seems to be that the daughters of Old Dan never fall in love with detectives, grateful as they may be and all that. But you know the story — >. This is the best telling it's ever had. 'Beggars of Life" THIS little eyeful from Jim Tully's shovel concerns a girl who, hav ing killed her guardian for classical reasons, joins a tramp and escapes by box car. The two, she in male rags, join a complete and completely hor rible troupe of tramps and more box cars are ridden. Innumerable box cars, innumerable tramps, and finally the bleary Beery in a smeary burn ing of a dead companion's corpse so that it may be identified as that of the girl. It is, and the girl skids out of the picture with the original tramp. Beery is shot, which helps a little, but Jim Tully lives on to do other things like this. There is no justice. "The Woman Disputed" MISS NORMA TALMADGE has been acting long enough to do anything well. 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Reservations direft, or at: The Ritz, New York; 23, Haymarket, London; 11 Rue de Castiglione, Paris. worse experience while no bands play and survives to stand on a balcony while the commandant tells the troops all about it and then attempts to square matters by calling down the quite untraditional blessing. Miss Talmadge does anything well, but this thing shouldn't have been done at all. "Show People" THIS time it is Marion Davies. It's been nearly all of the girls at one time or another. However, having superior production resources and the benefit of her predecessors' examples, her movie-mad would-be star is a bit more attractive. She does the usual dumb things but does then unusually well. Douglas Fairbanks, Mae Murray, Charles Chaplin and William S. Hart are stars who enact the part of scenery in the Hollywood sequences. The picture is not as bad as the over-emphasis in the Hearst newspaper accounts of it lead you to suspect. November Screenings The Docks of New York, The River Pirate, While the City Sleeps, Beg gars of Life, The Woman Disputed and Show People are reviewed above. The Singing Fool is better Jolson than Jolson. (Hear and see it.) The Man Who Laughs is better Hugo than "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." (Go.) The Battle of the Sexes is 1928 Griffith and Griffith in 1928 is just another director. (No.) Caught in the Fog is a doubly descriptive title. (Omit.) Women They Talk About doesn't tell why. (Detour.) Water Front is light stuff by Jack Mulhall and Dorothy Mackaill. (If you like them.) 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.] NEWSPRINT Political Technique NOW that election is practically done with as news, and is close on to being history, it is timely to re view the Chicago press and its handling of the contest — the most interesting Republican-Democratic war since most of us have been old enough to indulge in politics. Without exception, every local paper has set a new mark for itself to shoot at in subsequent elections. Over the bridge table, it might be said that circulation departments have had a hand in it. With the exception of The Journal, all local newspapers have been for Hoover. Yet Chicago is politically as well as actually wet. and to most wets Governor Smith is a national hero. To be sure, not every wet intended to vote for Smith, but it has been plain to see that most of them would resent his being treated roughly. So, with the exception of some remarkable editorial gymnastics in ex plaining Hoover's Wet and Dry stand, the five Hoover papers of the Town have confined their news to the news columns and their editorials to the editorial page. The Journal, somewhat less ardently Jeffersonian under new management, has followed the same formula. Editorials generally have had plenty "kick" throughout the campaign. Yet for the most part they have not been blindly partisan. The Tribune did not hesitate to commend Smith on Prohibi tion. Nor did The Journal approve The Happy Warrior's stand on water- power. In fact, at one time or another, all six papers have admitted that their candidate has not been quite 100 per cent perfect nor the opposition totally and irrevocably wrong. TWCGNICAGOAN 33 JAMES O'DONNELL BEN NETT'S stories have been out standing in their attraction of local comment and attention. Everybody seems to have read them and explana tions are as varied as the readers. From "reliable sources" — as the reporter's phrase has it — the following story reaches this department: Bennett was called into the pub lisher's office of The Tribune early in the campaign and told he was to "cover" Smith throughout. Knowing The Tribune to be a militantly Republi can organ, he expected more elaborate instructions. There were hone. Bennett went East, joined Smith's camp of newspaper correspondents and started sending in his stuff. As the campaign went on, the reporter's admi ration for the Democratic candidate increased; his stories became a mount ing chorus of praise and approval. They reached a climax when Bennett declared Al Smith to be the most in teresting public character he had ever met. Considering James O'Donnell Bennett's long and brilliant career, this last is high praise indeed. It takes in a great deal of territory. Coming back to Chicago, Bennett looked over his articles to find that he had been author of some of the most convincing Democratic propaganda (I use the word in its legitimate sense) printed in the entire campaign. When he reached The Tribune offices he had an idea he might be asked for an ex planation. Nothing of the kind took place. Apparently The Tribune pub lisher does not consider the possible election of Al Smith a possible national calamity. At any rate, Bennett, a powerful and polished writer, has been given his head and allowed to report a thing as he sees it. An action scru' pulously honorable and eminently fair. Rustic Mirth THEY all slip at times. But it seemed particularly inapropos when, the day after the twentyfirst annual reproduction of McCutcheon's famous "Injun Summer" cartoon, the cartoonist saw fit to burden his front' page "Tammany Farmers" sketch with the reference to country telephone booths in the back yard. The ancient wheeze has a long and frolicsome history in burlesque houses where it originated many, many years ago. It should have stayed there. — EZRA. ATM%OSY0U SHOP AS YOU WOULD IN PARIS G-OUJNS -WRAPS - HATS ACCESSORIES -FUPsS This eveningf gouun is of transparent veivetoccomponied by a matching wrap, from may be copied to your individual order by NlcAvoy foshion designers y^AVOY 615 NORTH MICHIGAN For the ^y Vivid Season ' "The Chicagoan," 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $?. (I have chec\ed my choice as you will notice.) KLame. 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The- CI4ICACOCNNE Eats and Atmosphere By ARC YE WILL I'VE decided about my vote. It goes to neither Smith nor Hoover — nor even to Mr. Sullivan's delightful Mr. Smoover — but to Mrs. Howard Linn, whose decoration of the exquisite new restaurant known as 900 North Michi' gan Avenue is no mere thing of beauty but a joy forever. Three rooms with complete seating capacity of ninety. The oval dining room — twelve hexagonal glass columns rising from the floor to the silver spohet and pink ceiling, and in between green velvet stretched tightly to give architectural effect. Ostrich plume fix' tures and black furniture complete the picture. The private dining room seating twelve has a wall composed of parch' ment shaded pink, imported from France. The trim around the floor' board and the modern, etched glass, tulip shaped fixtures are of aluminum, to correspond with console of same. The grill room has a straw wall in shades of deep tan with pilasters of pink and gray, and in the corners ver milion velvet benches. The foyer is of lemon yellow straw with black pilasters. All the china and accessories have been imported from Paris and, to the very smallest detail, it has been ex quisitely conceived and executed. NEW— Yamanaka, 846 North Michigan Avenue, of New York and points further East. With an opening display of Ancient Chinese Bronze. The majority of it from the Chon dynasty from 1122 to 256 B. C. Unusual, and for a collector, I'm sure, a real treat. Their regular stock of lamps is very beautiful. One with a blue agate base, lighted inside, is espe' cially so. Brocade cigarette boxes with a piece of jade inserted in the cover, also pic ture frames to match jade pen holders and paper Aitters. A cigarette box of white jade attracted me, as did an ele phant of Carmelian, and ink set to match. All told, a very unusual coh lection. Madame Coller, 120 E. Oak St., has the only coat I have seen with Russian Kit Fox. It is of gray suede cloth with a flaring panel at one side of bottom, and very good looking. V':W ft f &. 'But, Dearie, don't tell me the Black Hole of Calcutta isn't really black" TWtGNICAGOAN 35 A Renee dinner gown of steel blue transparent velvet has four pointed panels forming the belt. Round neck in front and quite low V back. Crushed girdle ending with a Chanel buckle on hip, and four velvet and silver roses form a becoming and smart model for the young matron. Made to order with sleeves if desired. A tan felt hat with a braided cockade and chin strap, and a black felt with small Cire feathers on back of crown are two Frenchy models. The La Grace corsette of fine flesh batiste, no rubber or bones and lace back, fits per' fectly and gives adequate support. Made to measure in five days. Price — $22.00. And another of broche with whole lace bodise — $15.00 — is equally interesting. THE Artists Guild, 110 E. 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Tour request will not place you under any obligation Kirkham - Hayes Corporation 612 North Michigan Avenue Chicago, III. 36 TUEGWIGAGOAN ^ $?<$?<& 1 >f ^ v^ # 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 1 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— reccentric Aware theatregoers, how ever, avail themselves of — COUTHOUI for tickets ART In Which Our Critic Finds the World's Fair Posters — in the Basement — Mot Alto gether Faultless By MEYER LEVIN ON Tuesday the prizewinning posters were announced. On Wednesday, a citizen eager to see what brave emblem would flaunt the coming of the Chicago World's Fair, 1933, to a somewhat uninterested world, ven* tured into the Art Institute and climbed to the galleries that had housed the ex' hibition of contest posters. The exhi' bition was down. The citizen, as a citizen, could not see the winning posters. He had to pose as an art critic. He was taken to the basement. There, on a wrapping table, were the prizewinning posters. I will admit, for indeed I was that intrepid citizen who stood up for his rights, that my attention was somewhat distracted from the placards by a lot of fairly interesting statuary that was standing around, and that represented, I learned, the pieces rejected by the judges of the next Art Institute show. But I digress. The poster that took first prize, and the poster that took third prize, I was told, were by one and the same artist: William Welch, of Chicago. I looked at these works, and was a little puzzled because I did not remember having seen them in the exhibit room, which I had visited a week previously, to inspect the entries in this great contest. "Ah!" said my guide. "They were not there! Mr. Welch worked for two days and two nights on these posters, and he brought them in just a few hours before the contest closed." I REFLECTED that it was generally 1 the custom to make selections before an exhibit was taken down, in order that the public might have the joy of seeing the little gold ribbons on the win- ning works of art. Here, it seemed, that the sponsors of the contest were not desirous of having the public see these winning designs. Could it be that they were ashamed? First prize, of $1,500, went to Mr. Welch's composition showing the Buck' ingham fountain gargling streams of colored water against a background of night'time skyscrapers whose walls were TUEGUIGAGOAN 37 hyphenated with yellow windows. I have never seen so many windows lighted in the loop of an evening; hard working people these Chicago office hounds. The required lettering appears in a space at the base of the poster, words in dull gold on dark blue ground. The whole idea of this composition is indistinguishable from a distance of more than ten feet; the lettering is un impressive because of the sobriety of the color-combination; for these reasons alone, the design to me fails to fulfill the first requirements of an advertising poster. It would not even do for an L placard advertising the beauties of Buckingham fountain. The second prize, $500, went to Fred Good; his poster suggests an orange wheehhub throwing off spokes. In the hub is a design of industrial stuff in black silhouette, against a group of white skyscrapers. Far too much de tail for poster'effect. I was informed that the judges had suggested that Mr. Good add a second series of spokes, or rays, somewhat thinner than those al ready included in the design, to bolster up the background of his drawing. WILLIAM WELCH'S third prize placard is by far the best piece among the winners, reaching, as it does, almost the level of good maga- zine'ad appearance. A heavilydrawn lady holding a prism on her head oc cupies most of the space. A ray of light goes through the prism and is scientifically split into many colors that form a striped undercoat for the majes tic Greek'Style damsel. By way of making the thing local, Mr. Welch has stuffed the outlines of Mestrovic's Grant Park Indians into the corners of the drawing. A very enterprising touch, this. Mr. Welch is right there with the latest in Chicago landmarks. At least a week ahead of Mestrovic himself. Unfortunately, the horsemen spoil the design. Andre Wilquin's Paris'Chicago girl, angular profile, shoulders draped in stars and stripes, took the $150 fourth prize. This thing, though banal, fills the requirements of a poster. In the whole exhibit, this was the one design I saw that stood out across a room. Fifth prize went to Ignatz Sahula, $100 for a skyscraper rising out of a log cabin. If it's ideas you want — . What the Powers ought to do is get one of the guys that make show-cards for loop movies and give him ten bucks. He'd fix them up. /7 Z7 Z? AS ZT S7 ±J J> J* ZZZ -> THE DOBBS PERFECTION DOBBS HATS The Dobes PERFECTION— of a delightfully soft texture — heralds the swagger innovation of a gracefully rolled brim that lends an ex pressive charm to the features! All sizes in a medley of attractive colorings, Dockstader & Sandberg ONE BLOCK SOUTH OP PttAKE HOTEL <— PAJRK. 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Alas, not by Mr. Mencken, but by admirers, who doled out hoarded epi grams to good effect. And yet it was the guest of honor who achieved the most apposite remark of the evening. The guest said: "111 take a bit more spaghetti, please. And that bottle of wine." He did. Which seems to be as good place as any to protest against the ridiculous affectation, now seemingly on the in crease, of calling the noble Italian dish "spaghetta." It is "spaghetti," just as its proper compliment is "vino." And esthetes in the matter of eating it as well as pronouncing it be damned. The Nice Touch ADD refinements to the business of i\ public transportation. A checker cab, regularly parked before the United Artists cinema, displays and operates a radio loud speaker fixed to the right hand window of the driver's compart ment. "Music" — we propose a slogan and proposing depart — "Music with your wheels." Vino IT was a gray day with a drizzle in the air after a lugubrious rain. Traffic lights unreasonably ordered. The "L" louder than usual. Automo biles splashing expertly on everything four feet in from the curb. Pedestrians slipping on wet, oily pavements and dog'trotting through an occasional drip. On such a day a huge van stalled momentarily at Dearborn and Jackson, damming up foot and wheel traffic while its horses pawed for foothold and its driver had words with an erring chauffeur. Yet the gathering pool of pedestrians smiled. It- listened cheerfully to the driver's remarks. It seemed in no hurry to break back into the sidewalk stream and be off. For on the damp air — the more Live Better at the Whitehall THE WHITEHALL breathes all the charm, hospitality and genu ine old-fashioned comfort of early American days. Simplicity is the keynote! Coupled with modern con veniences and complete hotel service, the combination is delightfully livable and as practical as it is unique. 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Esfianol SENOR DOMINGO UGALDE, one of the stars, at the jai-alai fronton, and a highly popular player, recently engaged in a singles contest with Julian Arana, also a brilliant wielder of the cesta. The prize was a silver cup. The match was close, hard-fought, brilliant. Ugalde lost point and match by muffing an easy return. He dashed off the court and up the stairway to the player's quarters. There he tore off his cesta with his teeth, and smashed the offending right hand through a plate glass window. The result: 12 stitches. Yet about-town wiseacres sometimes hint that jai-alai isn't on the level. NarratfonaJ TWO of the untold stories grow ing out of Al Smith's visit to Chicago — and if this be whispering make the least of it — have survived the traditional nine days of interest. The funny one is about a prominent advertising man whose passage from one place to another was halted at Wacker Drive by the Smith motor cade on its tour of the Town's boule vards. A bulky policeman of no uncertain nationality had spread his arms in such manner as to effectually stop cross-bound pedestrians. The adver tising executive tapped the officer's shoulder and, as the latter turned a somewhat beaming countenance, said, "I'll give you one guess as to who (this word with emphasis and a very expensive scent) I'm voting for." Not to be outdone, the officer fumbled a moment for words and replied, "Well, I can tell from here it isn't Hoover." THE other story is not a story at all. It is merely an account of Smith's meeting with Senator Gore, whose statement that the Republicans had given the drys the law and the wets the liquor is regarded by strictly non-partisan experts as the brightest humor of the campaign. The Senator had been refused ad mittance to the Congress floor where on Smith had his suite. The order to the elevator operator had been all- inclusive. None should pass. But the V hat <Cowkm - The Gwicm tor (Pom - 7$M(Mkhfo 7Jie jfof Hoke AneaJ/ikie Hotel La fo Cbkaop- 40 TUE' CHICAGOAN The Pearson Hotel, distinguished for its quiet air of refinement, is one block east of North Michigan Ave nue. While the Loop is quickly ac cessible by bus or taxi, many prefer the short walk. The Pearson con- sistendy 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 Senator did pass, and was greeted by Smith with the shoulder to shoulder embrace of adult appreciation. "Sen ator," said Smith, "I can never thank you for the work you've been doing in my behalf." The blind Senator had no reply, save tears that trickled slowly and unheeded. Cinema Note AN inveterate cinemaniac, who finds l the films a source of pleasantly contrastive relaxation after a day in La Salle street, reveals the interesting and occasionally useful information that the most exclusive and incon spicuous region in the big theatres downtown is the front row. Here, he states, seats are often available al though the auditorium appears, from the back of the house, to be full. He mentions, too, that a good many peo ple who do not lake to be stared at make a practice of inquiring for these seats at the box office and declining to enter if they may not be had. On a recent evening, he continues, Raymond Hitchcock was an unnoticed occupant of a front row seat at the United Artists. In other days, or nights, when the theatre was the Apollo, appearance of "Hitchy" at the foot of the aisle to welcome incoming guests with gay recognition and an occasional informal slap on the back was a signal for applause. On this evening Mr. Hitchcock looked neither back nor to left or right. He seemed particularly interested in the pictures photographed from the American- bound Graf Zeppelin. He applauded the orchestra's brief overture, not in the hard, noisy manner of one pro fessional applauding another but po litely, briefly, sincerely. A little later he bent forward and inquired of the leader the name of the selection. Told, but not recogni^d, he settled back in his chair. ANOTHER observation is that of a i heavily bejewelled matron of the Town who sat, with her Tuxedoed companion, in the front row of an other downtown cinema. The lady quietly informed her escort that she had dropped one of her rings. Search of the floor in the darkness failed to bring it up. The escort announced that he would report the loss to the theatre management, scrupulous in handling such matters. The matron vetoed the suggestion and both re' sumed contemplation of the pictured play. LUNCHEON— DINNER— SUPPER HT HERE is no more delight- •¦• ful an experience around the so-called noon hour than luncheon at Petrushka. Rus sian in environment and cuisine. Petrugfifea Club 16S North Michigan Avenn* Telephone Dearborn 4388 ¦¦at* Lobster Dinners DELICIOUS FISH DINNERS SOFT SHELL CRABS, WONDERFUL JUMBO FROG LEGS FRIED IN BUT TER, SNAPPY OYSTER COCKTAILS 632-4-6-8 N. Clark St. at Ontario PHONE DELAWARE 4144 OPEN ALL NIGHT Delivered Library Service 22? North Michigan Avenue Downtown — Rental books delivered and called for by messenger. — 25 cents a week per book — Suburbs and out-of-town, telephone or write. A parcel post serv ice. Going South? Take some books with you. A special service. 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