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A splendid revue intime with hilarious and intelligent humor and Albert Carroll and Dorothy Sands and a sightly cast, and a prospect of packed houses. See page 24. By all means. Curtain 8:15 and 2:15. MlTZI is scheduled to open in the Garrick Sept. 25, which does not mean that the Follies leave town — neces- sarily. THE FIVE O'CLOCK GIRL— Woods, 54 West Randolph. Central 8240. A pleas ant and well mannered musical show with Mary Eaton and Oscar Shaw — a whole some evening of theatre. Pert Kelton, commedienne, steals a vast rattle of hand- clapping. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. • 2:20. GOLDEH DAWN — Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A lavish and summery sort of operetta of jungle doing brave with the voice of Robert Chisholm. Reviewed on page 24 by Charles Collins. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. BLOSSOM TIME— Studebaker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. This musical comedy, nurtured out of Franz Schubert melodies, is a classic in sweetness and light and well worth while if you haven't already seen it. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. HOBODTS GIRL — Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. A pretty fair sort of thing with an extremely nice Ger man singing lady named Marvenga. Re viewed on page 24. Followed by THE DESERT SONG, revived, December 25. Curtain 8:15 and 2:15. MT MARYLAND— 21 Quincy. Central 8240. The boys will be out of the trenches a week before Christmas for a spell on leave, after which they return and the Civil War, Stonewall, Barbara Frietchie and all will go tunefully on. A Sigmund Romberg piece. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama IH ABRAHAM'S BOSOM — Playhouse, 410 South Michigan. Harrison 2300. A simple enough story of negro striv ings which end in tragedy and oblivion, immensely moving on the stage and ex cellently done. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. PORGT — 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Perhaps the outstanding drama of the present dramatic season, this splendid piece closes December 22 for BACHE LOR FATHERS. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS This Shopping, by Walter Schmidt.. ..Cover Current Entertainment for the Fortnight Ending January 29.. ..Page 2 Gustatory Geography 4 Notes and Comments By Martin ]. Quigley 7 "BOOLA Boola," by Burton Browne 8 An Interview with Peggy Hopkins Joyce, by John Gihon 9 Overtones, by Blanche Goodman Eisendrath , 10 Adventures in Insomnia, by Francis C. Coughlin and J. H. E. Clark 11 Travel, by Mary Petty 12 The Cliff Dwellers, by Charles Collins 13 Backstage, by Garret Price 14 Cocktails and Things, by Wallace Rice 15 Aviation, by Clarence Biers 16 Mrs. John Alden Carpenter — Chi cagoan, by Helen S. Young 17 Fixation, by Burton Browne 18 Bal Music Moderne, by Gaba 19 The Loop, by Nat Karson 20-21 The Business Men's Gym, by Fran cis C. Coughlin 22 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 23 The Stage, by Charles Collins 24 Books, by Susan Wilbur 26 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 29 Newsprint, by Ezra 31 Music, by Robert Pollak 33 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 36 Town Talk 38 THE FRONT PAGE— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. A rip-roaring eve ning with the newspaper bad boys in a salty, profane, lively and immensely ac tive play — one of the funniest yet to break silence hereabouts. Reviewed some what tartly by Charles Collins on page 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE TRIAL OF MART DUG AN.— Adel- phi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A convincing melodrama in which the blonde Ann Harding is simply too beau tiful to be convicted anyway. It is finally discovered that she didn't even commit the murder. A good show, with hopes of a long run. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. PARIS BOUND— Harris, 170 North Dear born. Central 1880. A very smooth piece dealing with the extremely social problem of adultery. Good (the play). Reviewed approvingly (the play again) by Charles Collins on page 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SHANNONS OF BROADWAY— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. Another variation of the old stage skit, "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like Broadway." Good, if rather hack neyed, fun. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DEAR BRUTUS — Goodman Memorial. Lake front at Monroe. Central 7085. A revival of Barrie and extremely well presented. See Dr. Collins' remarks on page 24. Curtain 8:15. Friday Mat. 2:15. No Sunday performance. MINTURN CENTRAL— 64 East Van Bu ren. Harrison 5800. Second season runs of last year's hits. A chance for the negligent theatre goer to catch up on his stage attendance. Pretty well performed. Call the box office for timelier informa tion. CHATEAU— Broadway at Grace. Lake- view 7170. See above and use the tele phone if you are so minded. Vaudeville THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977. Headliners on the Keith-Albee cir cuit twice daily, 2:15 and 8:15. Tele phone for weekly programs. STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. Orpheum vaudeville in weekly doses. Telephone, also. CINEMA UNITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — The Town's best cinema. Pictures, exclusively, with just the right sort of people to left and right. Continuous. Midnight performances Saturdays. McVICKERS — 25 West Madison — The Town's best Balaban i# Katz. Sound pic- [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chi cago, 111. New York Office: 656 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617- jHollywood Blvd. Subscription $3.00 annually, single copies ISc. Vol. VI, No. 7 — for the Fortnight ending December 29. (On salt December IS.) Filtered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUECUICAGOAN 3 Ch a/ . A . Jtevenx • * . Brcx AH Through — And on to Tea Christmas shopping may have the seriousness of a hunting expedition ... it may be frankly a bore . . . OR ... it may take on all the fun and thrill of a trip to Stevens. You'll find clever bits of Pottery from the Gift Galleries . . . Hosiery of unbelievable mistiness . . . warm Pearls or pieces of antique Jewelry . . . sheer hankies . . . gloves of Imported Kid . . . exclusive Perfumes ... as well as Stevens always-lovely Lingerie. . . . And they are in such delightful variety that you can check off your list in practi cally no time at all! GIFTS— ENTIRE MAIN FLOOR 4 TI4E CHICAGOAN tures exclusively. Continuous. Midnight performances Saturdays. ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State— The Town's second best Balaban & Katz. Pictures only. Continuous. Midnight perform ances Saturdays. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — An un- crowded and comfortable housing for usually good and frequently smart pic tures. Continuous. ORPHEUM— State at Monroe — A crowded and steep enclosure for the dialogue drama. Continuous. CHICAGO — State at Lake — Balaban & Katz in all its splendor. Jazz bands, cir cus acts, symphonies of a sort, pomp and circumstance in gold braid. Pictures, too. Continuous. ORIENTAL— 20 W. Randolph— A monu ment to Paul Ash, occupied just now by Brooke Johns and the Ash bandsmen. Youngest crowd in Town. Pictures be tween jazz shows. Continuous. North Granada, Uptown and Sheridan in order named. Pictures, stage didoes, music and a neighborly atmosphere. South Avalon, Tivoli and Piccadilly in that se quence. Courtesy, architecture and things like that in addition to pictures and items called presentations. West Marbro, Paradise, Senate, Harding and State successively. Pictures and their seemingly inseparable accompaniments. In the frank familiarity of the community. MUSIC Chicago Civic Opera in 18th year. Audi torium theatre every night, Sunday ex cepted. _ Matinee, Sat. and Sun. .Call Harrison 1240 for program information. Chicago Symphony Orchestra, the 38th year. Orchestra Hall. Regular subscrip tion program, Friday afternoon, Saturday evening (the same program). Sixteen Popular concerts during the season, ap proximately every other Thursday eve> ning. Tuesday afternoon series, a bit heavier than the Pop concerts, the second and fourth Tuesday of each month. Call Harrison 0363 for program information. Concerts — Mary McCormic, soprano, Studebaker Theatre, Dec. 16th, 3:30 P. M. Vera Mirova, dance recital, Play house, Dec. 16th, 3:30 P. M. Marion Talley, soprano, Auditorium Theatre, Dec. 16th, 8:15 P. M. La Argentina, Spanish dancer, return engagement, Studebaker Theatre, Dec. 30th, 3:30 P. M. Gertrude Bickhoff and Luka Kusec, song recital, Great Northern Theatre, Dec. 30th, 3:30 P. M. TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. 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. STEVEHS HOTEL— 110 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. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Peacock Alley, The Balloon Room, Johnny Hamp's band — all suave and worldly adjuncts to a [listings begin on page 2] 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. EDGE WATER BEACH HOTEL— Marine Dining Room. Longbeach 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 AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. One of the best night places. Wakeful and knowing with good people, a sinful band, luxurious fit tings, hostesses and entertainment. Until 7 a. m. or something like that. Sylvia Re Vere a most toothsome soubrette. 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. Good 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. A very smooth, elegant Russian night place offering ex- ; ceptional food, good dancing, plenty of color and the certain attendance of the • people whose names are news. Khmara is master of ceremonies. Kinsky is chief servitor. 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. ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Impos ing victuals which go far to explain why the "tight little Isle" is distended. CAFE LOUISIANE— 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. 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 INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. German dishes sump tuously done in vast portions. As quaint and soothing a dining room as exists here abouts. JULIEN'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. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. A superior Loop place with a highly civilized menu, a string quartette from 6 to 8 p. m. of formal concert quality, and dishes in the American manner of cookery. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton. Delaware 2592. Highly notable edibles lovingly done in an exclusive eating place mostly in formal dress. Louis Steffins is table chief. FRASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. A pleasant, competent Italian restaurant with deft service, nice people, notable dishes. JIM IRELAND'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 service, superb kitchen. John Birgh is headwaiter. 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. BELMONT HOTEL— Z IS 6 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. In food, service and appointments a leader for the mid north- side. SHORELAND HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Centrally located for the south side and a comfortable, well victualled inn. SALLT'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. A break fast place with no reservations and few inhibitions patronized by a gay night gang until, say, 9 a. m. Merry. Impromptu. Amusing." CLUB APEX— HO East 35th. Douglas 4878. A black and tan with something of Harlem whoopee about it. Conse quently a show place. Only if you like that sort of thing. If you do — fine. Jimmy Newman's band. Frankie Sine is headwaiter. ALEX SCHWARTZ'S— 117 North Dear born (upstairs). Dearborn 0230. Social atmosphere is somewhat shirt-sleeve; serv* ice only fair; decorations nil. But the most noble roast duck with green apple sauce yet to fall victim to this investiga' tor. Selah! TME CHICAGOAN 5 13. a pearl- embroidered bag with pearl - studded metal handle. 85.00 14. the little bag of an tique brocade is chosen by the discriminating. 35.00 15. the fashionable pearl bag!---with metal handle. 38.50 16. boulanger's famous envelope purse, generally adopted by the younger set. models in velvet of all shades. 10.50 in evening fashions our famous numbers of handbags SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE New Yorh. these bags may be ordered by their numbers • • • plaza 4000, ex«- 380 from time to time we make announcements of special importance, should you be interested, we will be pleased to add your name* to our lists. 17. a little draw-string bag of simulated seed pearls • • • with tassels of genuine onyx set in ster ling with marcasite. 150.00 1 8. the fashionable barrel bag - - - in metal brocade or velvet with pearl tas sels. 12.50 19. simulated seed pearls • • -beautifully combined with beauvois embroid ery, the frame French gilt with jade green, carne lian or coral-coloured stones. 85.00 THE CHICAGOAN Archives Always Intrigue Me /LIKE to know how this village comported itself when its population swelled into the thousands, and the city fathers voted a new pump for the bud ding metropolis. Eighty-four years ago The Jour nal gave candid and caustic comment to municipal follies. It reported news of world significance, too, with prodigal space. Every day I read excerpts from "The Journal of Other Days" on the editorial page of The CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL Oldest Daily Newspaper in Illinois CERTAIN definite conclusions are inescapable as the result of the first local inspection of The King's English. His Britannic Majesty's spoken word has been made audible in Chicago by the magic of the Fox Movietone News. The subject reproduced consists of King George's dedication of the Thames Bridge at Newcastle, the last public address before his illness. The King's English is a beautiful exhibition of enuncia tion, pronunciation and inflection — altogether a treat for Anglo-Saxon ears on this or any other continent. It is em phatically not that galloping tongue which we hear so fre quently employed to deprecate this 'str-a-w-dinary use these Americans make of the language. Chicago is indebted to the British sovereign for this dem onstration of The King's English. It may be observed that a similar obligation, nearer 'ome, — which is not so likely to be realised — has. also been incurred. ? WITH mechanical regularity the press and the plat form become burdened with high lament over the lessening respect in which the judiciary is held. Many reasons are advanced to account for this deplorable state of affairs, but among these we have yet to note an indictment of — the judiciary. Yet the crack-pot decisions and pronouncements which are regularly handed down in a fine judicial glow from the bench would fill a weighty compendium. Conspicuous in maintaining the current average is the recent birth control injunction of the Cleveland jurist. ? THE window salons of Marshall Field and Company have been receiving their accustomed stint of praise. It remains for us to record a faint quaver, all but lost in the holiday bustle. A ruralist, possibly on his annual ex cursion to the stock show, paused in deep thought before the State and Randolph corner display. "That shows you," he explained to his companion, "the small margins these big stores run on. Why, they operate so close that they can spare only five dresses for a window display." ? TO the aldermanic council, now deep in contempla tion of the bridge-closing problem, The Chicagoan offers a suggestion. It is not as drastic as Aid. Toman's recommendation to keep the lid on the river from 6 a. m. until midnight. We advance the principle of com pensation. Obviously, in the light of experience, the bridges are only going to be kept closed when the ship masters wish it, so we offer a solution on the theory of making the delays to the citizenry worth-while. ,We propose that dredges, scows and miscellaneous craft whose masters see fit to have the bridges hoisted during rush hours be compelled to furnish compensating entertainment from the decks of their vessels for the benefit of those in tended passers-by who now have nothing better to do than studiously examine the rear facades of the motor cars ahead. Jugglers, pole balancers, ladder walkers and magicians are all admirably gifted to perform upon the deck of a barge. A trained seal act would lessen the pang of realisa tion that the market tape has already begun to buss. A calliope could assist in rehearsing the town's people in the latest contribution from tin pan alley, in competition with the unmelodious blasts of the tug-boat whistles. And after 8 p. m. a modest but tasty selection of fireworks could be contributed to the program by the sand-barges. Obvious claimants for the honors of masters of cere monies are these ingenuous fellows who still insist that something should be done about these bridge delays. ? THE boys engaged in the boxing business are again the objects of tender, official solicitude. Now, it seems, the Illinois Athletic Commission are recom mending the adoption of dyeless boxing gloves — pure white mitts which shall be free of dyer's stain. It is not stated whether the commissioners will spank if the boys get their new white gloves soiled. Incidentally, Mr. Paul Prehn, president of the commis sion, has permitted himself to be quoted as follows: "Unless Dempsey is injected into the game the heavy weight field is going to be very unprofitable during the coming year, therefore it behooves Rickard and others to urge Jack to fight." Well, we suppose, if the worst "comes to worst the public will simply have to grin and bear it. ? A GOOD many persons who reacted in kindly fashion to Mr. Fred Mindlin's superbly phrased presentation of not invariably superb films at the recently re claimed Playhouse are reserving judgment upon his pro posed plan to prepare a Northside auditorium for similar dedication to better cinema. The Playhouse pictures were always pleasantly prefaced. Subtly worded announcements made a good many quite terrible pictures seem a good deal less so. And always there was a ring of sincerity; the man agement might be forced by circumstance to proffer com mon, Hollywood movies, but never would they bear the artistic endorsement of a Mindlin. Sympathetic, as we are, toward this or any other project contemplating refinement of this or any entertainment, we have conducted an inconspicuous inquiry into the current indifference. It is not, we find, a matter of location; nor is the financing scheme — whereby interested customers buy annual admissions in advance — regarded as objectionable. The oversight seems to have been made in selecting a name for the new cinema. It is to be called the Valentino. — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. TI4E CHICAGOAN The Boys of the Yale Lock Company Singing "Bool a Bool a" THE CI4ICAGQAN Interviews Intime 1. — Peggy Hopkins Joyce THE life of an interviewer is not all new rasor blades and rent re ceipts. Consequently, I was handling a neat line of patented potato cutters, to go hand in hand with my interview ing, at the time I called on Peggy Hop kins Joyce. Catching her between marriages, and acting on the theory that she had often been interviewed but had seldom assisted in potato cutting demonstrations, I accordingly gave no intimation that I held the great Power of the Printed Word in leash when I was announced into her sumptuous salon. Instead, I immediately produced my sample set of potato cutters, their By JOHN GIHON bright tin flashing in the morning light, and rattled the knives before her in tantalising manner. "Right in there," she said, thinking I had come to fix a leak in the bath tub. "Madame," I said with quiet dignity, "madame, or mademoiselle, as you pre fer, I am not a plumber; neither am I a model for Mr. Earl Carroll. I have come," and I drew a virgin potato from my pocket, "to demonstrate to you the marvellous qualities of the Noggins Patent Potato Cutter; a device calcu lated to save golden hours for the house wife, to make mastery in the art of cookery so simple that a child can achieve it, as is proved by this picture of a six-months-old infant operating our cutter." So saying, I twirled the peel ing device of the cutting set with light ning speed, the peeling coming off in a single long, curling piece. "For you," I said, without ostenta tion, and fastening the ends of the peel ing together, made a necklace which I placed around her neck. INSTEAD of expressing her grati tude, however, the moist touch of the potato peeling caused her to burst into tears. Vainly I tried to comfort her, utterly at sea as to the cause of her grief. Her tears, I thought, were like black pearls, although it might have been mascara. Gradually her paroxysms subsided. "You have," she finally told me, "guessed my secret. You have found out," and again tears welled from her eyes, "the truth about me." "Pray tell me all," I said softly. She squared her shoulders. "I am," she said bravely, "a home girl." I started to sympathize and suggest that it might be epithelial debris, but she waved me to silence. "I am a home girl," she repeated, weeping anew, "without a home." My course was now plainly marked. 'Really, dears, we know so little about Father Christmas" 10 TUEO4ICAG0AN "I say there Sliding from my chair and resting on bended knee, I put my hand to my heart. "Miss Peggy," I offered, "will you marry me?" I had expected her to show emotion, as any young lady might, but I was not prepared for the depth of feeling which made itself known when I pro- nounced these words. She rolled her eyes and she sighed; she wrung her dainty hands, and her delicate lips trembled. Suddenly she gave way to her sorrow, and buried her head in her arms. NOW it was my turn to be brave. Though I longed to press her to me, it was my duty to relieve her mind by distraction of another nature, so I began demonstrating my potato cutter. Using up what potatoes I chanced to have in my pocket, I called for more. Pecks, and finally bushels were brought in, and still my lady sat motionless, her head in her arms. At the end of several hours the room was filled with curlicews and cornicopias, spirals and gridiron effect, not to mention the more simple dicing, chipping and shoe- stringing which the Noggins Patent Cutter does with such ease that a child can operate it. Still she showed no interest. IT was then I discovered that she slept. To awaken her it was neces sary to jab her several times with the eye-removing attachment, and she looked at me long and earnestly. "You wish to marry me?" she asked, taking up the conversation where it had left off. "I do. I offer you heart and hand, and fifty per cent of all my profits from die Noggins Patent Potato Cutter, which a child can operate." She shook her head sadly. "Would that I had been spared this moment," she said, "for I had hoped to keep you for a friend. But now, in justice to you, it is necessary to again bare my heart — to tell you another secret." Unsteadily she arose to her feet. Her hand went to her forehead, as though to brush back her hair. But with a fierce gesture she jerked at it, and disclosed that the hair was nothing more than a wig. It was not Peggy Hopkins Joyce, after all. I thought at first it was Lon Chaney, but it might have been two other fellows. Overtone/ THE participation of Mesdames McCormick, Pratt and Owen in national politics will put an end to Ruthless tactics in Congress. * Professor A. J. Todd in The Daily 7\[eu;s: "A recent investigation .... shows that four times as many divorced persons commit suicide as happily mar ried people do. . . ." The seemingly small proportion of happily married suicides may be due to the fact that only a few achieve publicity. * Aimee McPherson in The Tribune: "My mother and I have never been bad friends." Mrs. Thaddeus Winters, also in The Tribune: "There is no triangle affair involved. Mr. Winters and I have disagreed but we have a high regard for each other." In other words, love and hisses. * Meyer Levin in The J^lews "... a calm accentuated by the air of lavender quiet that pervades Alexander Greene's bookshop . . . ." We have seen purple cows (at independent art shows) and now we hope to experience the colorful calm of a lavender quiet in a Greene book shop. * "Even if Wales remains bachelor there will be no lack of heirs to the throne." Heirs not to reason why, heirs but to do or die. * International Stock Show reflection: It's a wise horse that knows its own fodder. * From Michael Arlen's recent novel: "Lily Christine no sooner met Ivor Summerset than she saw the man who matched her dreams of what a man should be and she saw in his eyes the shadow of her husband. Their mar riage was a love marriage. . . . While Ivor had a need for Lily Christine like a darkness, an awful quivering darkness that he could not fight his way out of." Well .... having read that much we feel an awful quivering need .... and we are going right over to Alex ander Greene's bookshop and imbibe some of that lavender quiet. . . . — BLANCHE GOODMAN EISENDRATH. THE CHICAGOAN n Adventure sin Insomnia Those Wilson Avenue Hells By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN MENTION Wilson Avenue and you are rewarded with a know ing smirk. Mention night life in that peaceful vicinity and the smirk becomes a grin of anticipation, an equivalent in pan tomime of the- city-wise "Oh Yeh?" which is an exclamation a bit incredu lous, a trifle anticipatory, and a good healthy part salacious. The night air is cold, Uptown. The blue air of the lake region, it is likely to be misty by day so that distant out lines are shaded and soft. But at night it is clear and cold so that electric lights are bogus jewels more detectably fraud ulent than ordinary; and lighted side walks before store windows are merci less as a cheap photographer's mercury light; they pick out young faces in sharp outline, making the skin green and the lips purple. It is a region of cheap trinkets, quick lunches, shabby furs, jangling trans portation and small apartments. A region not poor with the hopeless and tarnished poverty, of Madison street, say, or South Clark, and not vicious as South State in the 20-hundreds or North Clark from its 5 to 10-hundreds. But a poor district simply because its inhabitants are struggling, young, hope ful people, most of them new to the adventure of city living — clerks and stenographers and young salesmen and newly married folk, "Lil-and-Sandy" couples, to borrow a term from a maga zine highly favored in the Uptown. So it is that Wilson Avenue night life is cheap and joyous while it lasts, which is not much past 1 a. m. It is a night life of motion picture thea tres, thrilling and gaudy and incredibly illuminated over the whole facade, and of public dance halls done in rococo splendor and inhabited by a tribe of dancers whose steps are even more rococo and splendid than the hall archi tecture. Dine in a chop suey parlor, dance at the Aragon, and somehow part time payments on the dinner clothes get themselves paid. Of course a little drink is an added outlay, but it is none of the pretentious bottled stuff elaborately vended downtown; call the nearest drug store, delicatessen, barber shop, restaurant or shoe shine parlor and Joe, or Gus, or Emil dips your gin out of the bathtub. True it doesn't come in a frosted bottle, but it is a downright specific against a blue and frosted nose, which is the main thing. Sing, oh sing, oh sing of Lydia Pinkham! And the best night place in the dis trict, when movies have flickered out and dance halls closed, is the Green Mill. Ancient in its stand at 4806 Broad way, the Mill remains a young and lively club. A tall room done in the Aztec (or is it Inca?) manner with two guardian Indians on illuminated glass flanking the orchestra platform, a double stair down either side of the stage, ceiling and walls in red and yel low, a populous balcony on three sides, and brisk tables in military formation around the central dance floor — such is the Green Mill. A cross between dance hall and night club, and a rally ing place for dancing couples who would rather dance than eat and— one would imagine to the chagrin of a club management — probably do. Indeed, this urge to dance somewhat interferes with night club atmosphere. An entertainer is heard in a cabaret song, and the words are the traditional words sung the city over. Yet patrons do not yearn moistly across the ginger- ale. Rather, they shuffle impatiently until Solly Wagner's band moans into a dancing rhythm. They are off with glee. Even the floor show, which is elaborate as cabaret floor shows go and highly meritorious after its fashion, suf fers in a kind of spiritual competition with the stage revues sponsored next door by the MM. Barney Balaban and Sam Katz. Capacity, even, looks to ward the theatre. Full up, it is 785. Yet an evening at the Mill goes pleasantly enough. It is not exciting. It is not rough. Unlike most cabarets, it is riot notably soused. And among its customers is a pleasant leaven of handsome young people at home in something approximating the true col legiate atmosphere, which is quiet and graceful and happy and poor. Such is a hell hole on Wilson Avenue. Dave Bondi is headwaiter. CLUB Lido, now, is different. For one thing it is across the street at 4749 Broadway. And it is smaller, 12 TI4ECI4ICAGOAN more intimate, noisier, and a great deal less lavish. Its headwaiter is not Dave but Bert. Moreover its entertainers sing the cabaret songs with a bit more conviction. The tunk and tinkle of a piano, a blonde in a purple gown tak ing the amber spot, a hoarse contralto: "Oh my man, I love him so You'll never \now All my life — " and so though a touching and intimate revelation of fidelity including the prophecy that should the singer leave her man in a huff, she will, eventually, crawl back on her very knees. And that's love for you, gents! It's the way it should be! Gentlemen in the audi ence look pleased. "Oh whatever my man is I am his Forev-her more!" The Lido revue is nothing to cheer about. It is brief and none too well trained and it sings abominably (like all cabaret revues). But it is willing enough. And moderately agile. And passably good looking. Mention here for Eddie Lange, "The Human Cyclone," who does acrobatic tricks on the hardwood floor, taking punishment sufficient for a heavyweight prize fighter, and, alas, rather less gracefully. But the crowd cheers. The crowd is merry. The crowd is a bit more blase and a great deal less elegant than the crowd at the Mill. It hears an 8-piece band, shrugs its shoulders, chews its gum, inspects the no-drink ing labels on the fizz-water bottles and so lasts the evening out until three or four a. m. Night life on Wilson be gins to look like hell in a heavy rain. DOWN at Vanity Fair, a mid-eve ning gang gets under way some time after 1 a. m. Vanity Fair is the latest of Uptown resorts. It is mildly decorative, it boasts straight acts by en tertainers and particularly it displays Charlotte Van Dae, which is a reason for going there. It is compact and self- sufficient and reasonably aloof from the world. Just a nice place, resolutely middle class, and a capacity of perhaps 275 guests who drop in after everything else has been closed. Well, a few songs get themselves sung, and, with luck, one or two are listened to. The check girl isn't awfully bad. The cigarette girl fairly good. Keith Beecher's musicians perform creditably. Ventilation is adequate and the table cloths do well enough for im promptu sketching; the collector will find some pretty decent J. H. E. Clarks on one particular table. A sketch labelled, "Shoe Clerk" and covered by the ash tray is an admirable likeness, freely and brutally rendered. Might drop in at 803 Grace some evening and look for that sketch. It's a friendly place. Patrons are very gracefully welcomed at Vanity Fair. The head- waiter is Johnny Conroy. The Wigwam is a new place. It lies across the street and down a few paces from the Fair. Mr. Fiegenbaum, the resident hot shot (pardon, I may not have caught the name), had never heard of The Chicagoan and didn't really think his place should be men tioned anyway. After a brief inspec tion of the Wigwam, and a vulgar pantomime by J. H. E. Clark, your ob servers' opinions coincided exactly with that of Mr. Fliegelbahn. THE CHICAGOAN 13 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry IV. — The Cliff Dwellers By CHARLES COLLINS FOR nearly twenty years the club called The Cliff Dwellers has roosted austerely in its roof bungalow on top of Orchestra Hall Building, famous in the world of letters and art but unknown to the routine life of the Town. For the average Chicagoan it is as remote as a lamasery in Thibet. He stares blankly when it is mentioned and repeats the slogan of the American Legion in Paris: "Never heard of it." Yet it is a club of many reputations; its membership list is highly constellated with "Who's Who" names. One finds The Cliff Dwellers by going to 220 South Michigan Avenue and taking the elevator to the eighth floor. Opening the door of an office suite, one enters a foyer which might be the waiting room of an art-loving doctor, and then mounts a narrow stair way, elbowing a collection of prints, to reach the high altitudes where Cliff Dwellers take their olympian ease. He discovers a spacious hall, divided into a dining room and a lounge, each with its fire-place where logs burn through the winters. That's all there is to The Cliff Dwellers; there isn't any more — except a balcony overlooking the lake and an alcove where book-shelves that rise to the ceiling shelter a carefully selected reference library. The best librarians in Chicago have worked on that collec tion of books, and in its small way it is a scholar's delight. But for the fact that it contains several shelves of volumes written by members, it could be called a masterpiece. THERE are paintings on the walls, of course — a casual collection, in cluding a few too many portraits of ex-presidents. The south wall of the lounge has been arranged as an exhi bition space, with gray canvas back ground and special lighting; this an energetic art committee keeps filled with temporary "shows," usually the work of members. Over the mantel in the dining room a collection of antique steins, which have never been used since their in stallation, recall past centuries of wassail. In another corner there is a nest of lockers from which the locks were smitten, shortly after the Volstead era began, by a righteous board of directors. Upon them reposes in bur nished neglect a majestic punch-bowl of hand-wrought silver in an Aztec design. That bowl has brimmed gayly in its time, and much good fellowship has poured out of its ladle. Now it gapes emptily, and yearns for the mer riment of bygone Harvest Home din ners, before the bleakness of the Eighteenth Amendment froze The Cliff Dwellers into puritan attitudes. A recent addition to the decorations, incongruous for an arts club but never theless impressive, is the mounted head of a mighty Asiatic buffalo, which fell before the rifle of Carter H. Harrison, who is now closing his long political career on the directorate of The Cliff Dwellers, somewhere in the hills of French Indo-China. Among its native forests the beast is called the gaur or sedalang; but at the hanging of this sportsman's trophy, one of the club's aesthetes exclaimed : "Since when have we affiliated with the Saddle and Sir loin? That looks like P. D. Armour's first bull!" QUALIFICATIONS for election are strict; the process is slow; and the membership committees are stubborn. There are two classes of members, professional and layman. Candidates for the former must be pro fessionally engaged in literature, paint ing, sculpture, architecture, music or one of the allied arts. The laymen, who cannot exceed two-fifths of the total membership, must be "connois seurs and lovers of the Fine Arts." There is a minimum age limit: twenty- five years. Applications are sifted by the membership committee, which passes its recommendations on to the directors for final election. No stigma of the black-ball attaches itself to a rejected candidate. He is merely regarded as having been lost in the files of the membership committee, in which limbo he may repose without contumely until he makes a reputation, when he may be presented again. In the rare cases where a man of genuine accomplishment is regarded as unclub- able, his sponsors receive unofficial hints t© withdraw his name before it comes up for discussion. They are tactful at The Cliff Dwellers. But firm. The re sult is a membership of 300, always full, which is a roll of honor in the city's intellectual life. The club was founded as a place where men following artistic profes sions, with the insignificant earnings usually resulting from such pursuits, could find a congenial and inexpensive 14 THE CHICAGOAN lutf 'Who's taking you tonight, Molly?" 'I dunno. The voice on the phone said Herbert, but I know a thousand Herberts" rendezvous. In other words it was to be, relatively speaking, "a poor man's club," where the social distinctions of impressive incomes did not apply. But the layman division of the membership, consisting of the aforesaid "connois seurs and lovers," brought in many representatives of the wealthy type of art patron. Thus The Cliff Dwellers assays a surprising number of million aires. In the democracy of the club's life, which permits any man to drop into any luncheon group uninvited and be rated by what he has to say rather than by how much he earns or how he is dressed, these Maecenases have been happily absorbed. The only possible clew to the presence of a millionaire at The Cliff Dwellers is his deference to the aesthetic opinions of professional members. MATHEWS, the dining room steward, who presides over a silver roast wagon which cannot be duplicated this side of Simpson's, Lon don, remembers when the club had no kitchen of its own. Meals were then served from the Tip-Top Inn, by way of a door through the party wall into the Pullman Building. One evening Mr. Hieronymous, mine host of the Tip-Top, wandered into the club to find out how the "poor artists." whom he was feeding were getting along. At one table, dining heartily, he saw Charles L. Hutchinson, Hobart C. Chatfield-Taylor, and Arthur Aldis. The next day he hunted up the chair man of the house committee and wanted to know if his prix fixe dinner couldn't be served on a sliding scale, 50 cents to poor artists, if any, and $1.50 to millionaires. The founders of the Cliff Dwellers have builded well; therefore let their names be written down. They were Hamlin Garland, Hobart C. Chatfield- Taylor, Ralph Clarkson, Clarence Dick inson, Alfred H. Granger, Charles L. Hutchinson, Allen B. Pond, Irving K. Pond, Howard Shaw, Lorado Taft, Arthur Aldis and Frederick Bartlett. In August, 1907, they took out papers of incorporation for the Attic Club, the purpose of which was "social inter course and the promotion of literature and art." In April, 1909, they changed its name to The Cliff Dwellers. But why The Cliff Dwellers? What does the name mean? These questions are often asked of members by guests of the type that do not stop to think. Of all the barbaric aboriginal in habitants of these United States, those who had made the greatest progress in the arts, notably that of architecture, were the extinct cliff-dwelling Indians of the Southwest. And the office build ings of Chicago, where today's popula tion works at its trades, professions and arts, are somewhat cliff-like, are they not? The symbol in the club's name is apparent enough, but the number of people who have failed to see it is astonishing. IT may be added, also, that about the time the club was founded Henry B. Fuller published a book of short stories dealing with the art life of Chi cago which bore the title, "The Cliff Dwellers." It can hardly be said that the club was named after the book; Fuller's work merely gave the founders a cue. But Fuller, the shyest author in the world, was so embarrassed by the compliment that he has spent the rest of his life refusing to join the club. There is a spirit of fraternity in The Cliff Dwellers; there is fine companion ship; there is the best table-talk in town. Club politics are absent, and the family is always at peace — until the house committee, trying to re-decorate, talks about painting the ceiling blue! Then the air gets blue. And although a sedate place, dedi cated to plain living and high thinking, its walls have seen some mellow eve nings and magic midnights in their time. Occasionally the younger set, which averages more than 40 years of age, decides to entertain the darlings of The Drama at a supper-dance; and then it is apparent that when Cliff Dwellers throw a party, there is grace in the gesture. THE CHICAGOAN 15 Five Decades in a Bar Room Cocktails and Things By WALLACE RICE EARLIEST literary mention of the pleasant word "cocktail" seems to have been made by Washington Irving in his famous "History of New York from the Beginning of the World to the End of the Dutch Dynasty," which he published in 1809 under the pseudonym of Diedrick Knickerbocker, and in it he attributes to the Manhat tan Dutch a great deal for which the whole civilized world has occasion to be thankful, saying "They lay claim to be the first inventors of those recon dite beverages, cock-tail, stone- fence, and sherry-cobbler." Thirty years later Captain Marryat mentions cocktails — gin cocktails — as something cheerfully consumed in these United States, and in 1852 Nathaniel Hawthorne speaks of one of the minor characters in "The Blithedale Romance" as "being famous for nothing but gin cocktails, and commanding a fair salary by his one accomplishment." Two years later again, Thackeray in "The Newcomes" mentions brandy cocktails, so that the practice of making such beverages had evidently spread. Though brandy cocktails appear in bar tender's guides in the form of recipes, I never drank one or heard of one being drunk — brandy and soda sounds better to me. NOBODY knows how the name started or when, except that it is said to have been a slang term at first. But there's an old term applied to sparkling ale or beer, fresh and foam ing, which is spelt — or misspelt — "cocktail," and may in reality be "cocked ale," which would have the same sound and is usually spelt the same way. The old-fashioned cocktail seems to be the simplest form of the drink, and it gives a key to all its successors, worthy or unworthy. It is made in a heavily bottomed whiskey glass by putting a lump of sugar in the bottom, squirting three or four dashes of bitters on it, with enough water to crush the sugar with a muddler (a lignum vitae implement more generally used for squeezing out a quarter of a lemon in the same situation), adding a lump of ice., and handing the drinker the bottle of whiskey to fill up as much as he wishes of the glass, with a small spoon to stir the ingredients into a pleasurable homogeneity, after a squeeze of lemon peel has been added. And that is all there is of it, and about all there should be of any cocktail. There are sugar to sweeten it, liquor to strengthen it, ice to cool and blend it while melting, and always something bitter to flavor it. Note, too, that it is stirred. Before the dark days descended upon us no body ever saw a competent cocktail mixer shake the components together — he always stirred them. I saw in a 'Hurry on over, Mamie — there's a couple of boys here named Joe' 16 THE CHICAGOAN .•.^.j.^_,. 'Oh, I just dote on aviation — I never miss a news reel' newspaper not long ago a photograph taken in Switzerland of what was called an American Cocktail College, in which appeared a row of innocent Europeans, each armed with a shaker and ready to shake. The practice is derived from an ignoble source, the soda-water foun tain, to wit. Milk punches, various flips made with an egg, and such things had to be shaken to bring them smooth, but nothing else. A cocktail to be just right has to have so much agitation and no more, enough to dilute the good liquor and blend it thoroughly as the ice melts. Stirred in full view of the magician he can tell when it is exactly as it should be. Shaking leaves the operation virtually blindfolded, and the chances are it will come out too strong or too weak. THE prime essential in a cocktail is the bitter; and fruit juice of any sort has nothing whatever to do with a cocktail as such — the only vestige of fruit is the oil in the slice of lemon peel, and this or something similar should be used. I invented the Mc- Cutcheon cocktail early in the current century, collaborating with that great artist, Harry Stiles, author of "The Official Bartenders' Guide" and for a lifetime the pride and joy of Chapin fe? Gore's various bars. He is still living, full of years and honors, on the Mich igan farm presented him as the reward of merit by his grateful employers. My invention had for its liquor good Gordon gin, for its sweet a heavy dash of maraschino, for its bitter French vermouth, and this was duly mixed and tasted. "A squeeze of orange peel!" said Mr. Stiles; and the thing was done; it's a dream. Years ago I introduced it — or them, there were several — to a man who came from Portland, Oregon, with a letter of introduction. On his return I had word from him to this effect: "On leaving the train at Portland, inform the first person you meet that you are the inventor of the McCutcheon cock tail. He will forthwith assume the chairmanship of a volunteer committee which will take you to the Portland Club, zigzagging across the street so as to miss nothing on the way thither. Once arrived in the Club, you will find a bowl of the beverage ready to your amiable hand." Alas, like the chap that didn't get to Carcasonne, I haven't been to Portland, and now, I fear, it is too late. HARRY STILES had the gift of being able to imagine how things were going to taste. When the late Charles L. Hutchinson presented to The Cliff Dwellers the beautiful silver punch bowl which is still their proud est possession, I was appointed on the committee which was to have it ap propriately filled by way of christening. Nobody knew how many would be present and participating in the cere mony, and only I had a guess at the way the punch would be received in ternally. I was certain, having con fidence in my skill, that it would be filled and emptied more than once or twice, even if there weren't many there. The problem, then, would be to have the lemon juice, orange juice, and pine apple juice which I had hit upon in bottles ready to pour. I approached the presence of the immaculate Mr. Stiles. To the pint of brandy in each bowlful he added, by suggestion, a pint of old rum. For the sweet we chose after due deliberation abricotine, a bottleful. A pint of lemon juice and a quart each of orange and pineapple juice, and the foundation was firmly laid. Upon this we superim posed enough sparkling Moselle to fill the bowl, all poured upon a single large lump of ice and duly stirred. The president of the Club expected the session would close at ten o'clock. It was still going strong at one the next morning, and strong men who had not sung since they left the boy choir in their native parish were singing like cherubim. Mr. Stiles had genius, and I wish all humanity might, upon retiring from professional occupations, take with them memories so soothing, so shot through with dreams of splendor and even visions of grandeur. THE CHICAGOAN 17 CHICAGO AN/ Directoire to Empire By HELEN S. YOUNG SHE was not always, as you may have supposed, a Chicagoan. She began life as Rue Winterbotham, daughter of the prosperous cooper, John Winterbotham, and Genevieve Baldwin Winterbotham, in the little town of Joliet, at just about the time, some forty years ago, when hair cloth sofas and antimacassars were still con sidered "elegant." It would be pleasant to start right out and say that even in those days Rue Winterbotham was "different;" that her cradle was directoire with draperies of aquamarine taffeta, and tie-backs of dull silver. But closer to the unvarnished and unromantic truth : the chubby darling was probably rocked to sleep in one of the New England Baldwin's Victorian rock-a- byes, with its curtainings of prim dotted swiss. Too young to cry out against the chaste walnut carvings of Victoria's reign — still the infant Rue was even then forming tastes which would one day burst forth into noble expression, and make hundreds of mid- western millionaires, of conventional mould, sit up and call her blessed, or weird, or just "different" — depending a little on the way their millions had been made by them, and spent by their wives. Still a child when the family moved up to Chicago's near north side, Rue Winterbotham grew up in conventional Chicago society with an English gov erness to curb any precociousness that might develop. But in spite of those two handicaps to genius, she sprouted into a young lady of such personality in her Eastern school (Miss Ely's in New York, I believe,) that she was never referred to as "that Indian from Chicago." Some of the friendships she made in those finishing school days among the young daughters of smart Gotham endure to this day, and have been strengthened through the years of association with a rich personality. IT wasn't long after the school days that Miss Winterbotham was mar ried to the young Harvard graduate and son of pioneer Chicago stock, John JHEC Mrs. John Alden Carpenter Alden Carpenter, in her father's house on Walton Place — which is now the Opera Club. (Somehow it seems all of a piece with the march of progress that the early home of this Chicago belle should have eventually become a night club!) Some old, yellowed clippings from the morning papers of November 21st, 1900, describing the wedding, show the first evidences of "flair" . . . the bridesmaids wore white, with veils, too, and they carried lighted candles, like Vestal virgins. Imagine that in the first year of this century, in cut- and-dried Chicago! And after that we follow Mrs. Carpenter through a maze of interesting experiences in the "clip pings" that almost write her biography. Every newspaper "morgue" is full of them, for anyone of her compelling type is rich copy. Be it said, though, in all fairness to the lady, she never sought personal publicity. She doesn't seem to care one way or another, cos mopolite that she is. Where a pro- vincially minded woman might fear the effect of "too much newspaper," and the pushy type seek it, Mrs. Carpenter will always say to reporters, who in variably like her: "If it's worth any thing, go ahead and use it." It usually is, and they regularly do. The result is that Mrs. John A. Car penter has been the most paragraphed woman in Chicago society. The stories run the gamut of descriptions of the portraits she herself has painted to those that have been painted of her. (Philpot, McEvoy,, Harrington Mann, Nicholson, Lavery, all have painted her, and it seems to me Marie Laurencin sketched her, as well as her daughter Genevieve! That terrible but inter esting charcoal sketch which hangs in the Arts Club lounge, done by the modern, Brancusi, is not Mrs. Carpen ter — but a lady who might have been she. The artist gave the sketch to Mrs. C, she has loaned it to the club, and everyone who sees it says: "Ah, Rue Carpenter.") On through the clippings: There are little printings of the children's songs she wrote for the music of her talented husband, and dedicated to their infant Genevieve; notes, that the Carpenters have gone to Europe, or are just back (Oh, hundreds of these) or that they're in London visiting Sir John and Lady Lavery, or Lady Colfax, or Mrs. Benjamine Guinness. Or that Mrs. Carpenter has taken a house in Chelsea for the London season, or an apartment in Paris, or dashed over to Bayreuth for the festival, or had sup per with Diaghileff, or Max Rhine- hart, or Morris Gest, or Mrs. Pat Campbell — or perhaps it will be with Ravel, Stravinski, or Paderewski — or any one of a hundred celebrities of the moment for whom she interprets Chi cago in a different key than many of the mid westerners they have known. (I might "or, or, or" in this fashion indefinitely, but after all the idea is only to give a fleeting notion of the broad sphere in which this cultivated lady moves.) MY own personal recollections of Mrs. Carpenter do not go back to the days when New York clamored for her to come down and "do" Madi son Square Garden for a great charity ball — which she afterward repeated here, and where lighting effects and real illusion were used for the first time to give a charity fete a thrilling. background. Nor do I remember — 18 THE CHICAGOAN although I've heard tell — the time she and her great friend Mrs. Hazel Trudeau Martin (now Lady Lavery) with whom she shared a little studio, arrived at a Lake Forest Horse Show wearing the first sheath gowns, with the scandalous slits, showing at least two inches of leg when they walked! Oldtimers who were completely shocked, will tell you how the morn ing papers used headlines about those sheath gowns, and all the Carpenter clan reproved the reckless Rue for go ing out so shamelessly garbed in pub lic! The first time I recall having the personality of the lady fairly hit against me was at the Allied Bazaar about twelve years ago, when, dressed as an organ grinder, in a red sweater and trousers and a silly hat, leading a mon key on a string, she played tunes for pennies on her terrible grind organ — rented for the week, with the monkey, from an Italian itinerant. I have seen her since in many costumes, and under many different conditions : — Pouring tea at the Arts Club, at a table she had made lovely with her own hand some things; presiding at meetings of the Club, of which she is president and which she "runs" from Europe; dash ing around with a bolt of silk under her arm at the Casino — whose interior is famous, here and abroad, because she created for it the first really origi nal and modern setting that a fashion able Chicago club ever boasted; climb ing up a ladder at a charity ball, to tack a drapery the way she wanted it to fit the specifications; sitting in an opera box, wearing a gown that she had pinned together, with a piece of fine old lace for its top, and the skirt of a velvet evening gown she had cut in two, simply because the bodice part didn't suit her. And I have seen her chatting in French or German with great statesmen or sculptors or artists, or listened to her giving one of her priceless imitations before the Fort nightly — or her own private party — of the lady from Kansas telling of her "tour" of Yurrup. I have seen her snub the kind of people who sometimes need snubbing, and I have heard of great kindnesses she has done for serv ants and people around her but not of her group. Her great delight in the expressions of Negro art has helped a good many colored boys and girls — who could play, or dance or sing — get engagements in private drawing rooms, and she herself can imitate the colored brethren with an uncanny Southern darky drawl. ALL these little talents and foibles are, after all, I suppose, the "out side" Mrs. Carpenter. They show "soul," some, but the thing we call "flair," more. But those who know the lady in her more personal setting — in her exotic apartment drawing "Terrible weather; zvorst I ever saw" "Yeah — d'ya know anybody over at the Weather Bureau?' room — whose beauteous set blue walls make a background for a couple of marvelous modern paintings (Rous seau the younger is represented, and Picasso) with period furniture to re lieve too much of the "new" feeling, see deeper than this sketch can go. That drawing room whose windows look out over a blue lake is not, as you might have guessed, kind to bores. Its creator simply will not have dull people in her house, and especially not to dinner, for she is not one to "suffer fools gladly" because they happen to be the fools she was born among. Lions who growl in the presence of their pursuers are as lambs in this en vironment, for they know that Mrs. Carpenter is not a lion hunter. Con sequently they are the honored rather than the "honorers" when she enter tains for them, and they eat out of her hand. Up on Lake Champlain, where she has created the perfect sum mer place on the ground from which her maternal ancestors sprang, is her only "resting" place of the year, and there the guest cottages house only the best and most agreeable of friends. That Mrs. Carpenter is not of the clay that beloved leaders are made, anyone who knows Chicago society will tell you. Those who like her, adore her. Those who don't, say quite un kind things. They will tell you that she is domineering, that she rides rough shod over people; that she disdains Chi cago's provincialisms. I have even heard people say that she "poses" and they don't like her hats. And in the beautiful galleries of the Arts Club — one of the monuments to her good taste — I have heard members of the club denounce her great interest in the cubists, the moderns and the "still-lif ers," as entirely posey. At any rate, the Rue Carpenter we know today, and admire or dislike, dis agree with — or simply do not under stand — is about as interesting a crea ture as Chicago has produced. Not because of the interiors she has made beautiful, nor because of any great service she has rendered to humanity (though none will deny she has made sweet charity less cloying for her con tribution to it), but because she has had the courage to be herself, com pletely and definitely, and "herself" ¦ was well worth while "being." Her tombstone might easily one day — a far distant day — read: "Here lies Rue Carpenter. A tiger lily that flourished in a garden of prim daisies. Her cof' fin is not Directoire — but Empire." THE CHICAGOAN 19 Bal Music Moderne By GAB A This night Mrs. James Coppin Butterford brings forth her "Debussy to Gershwin Ball" which guests are to attend in cos tumes reflecting one or another of those awfully significant moderne compositions for piano, fire-siren, clarinet, flugelhorn, window-crasher, saxophone and kazoo (Let 'er go, Perfessor!). Unfortunately, Mrs. Butterford's set does not hold boxes either at Opera or Symphony and costumes are something of a strain on the assembled in tellects. [Left: Mrs. Butterford, being hostess, has taken liberties with the theme of the ball and is doing "Carmen" — as usual. Joe Linzertorte at the piano is staying right with Bizet.] "Cr-A-zy Rhythm." Irving Berlin is a lot better than Gustav Hoist and so much jazz ier. Consequently here is Paul ine looking like Sophie Tucker on a folio cover for "Jonny Spielt Auf" although she is, in reality, the Spirit of Syncopa- "Afternoon of a Faun." (northwest). Alysse Mc> Cloride knew it had something to do with animals but she didn't specify. Her dress-maker has done something that looks like a cross be tween the March Hare at tne Mad Hatter's Tea Party and the noble stag of ten after he had drunk his fill. "The title" hints Alysse "is in French." Which last causes snickers but does not bring out the cor rect answer. Janet Titterpottle (due left) as Helen of Troy. She can explain first that the book was remarkably moderne, that the Trojans undoubtedly borrowed a great deal from the Minoans, and the Minoans, of course, got their ideas from Egypt. And Egypt is still going strong in up-to-the-minute music as witnessed by "Aida" just the other night at Opera. 20 THE CHICAGOAN THE CHICAGOAN 21 Behold, above, the season's swirl Symbolic of the townly vortex Where ticker tape and dancing girl Revolve the sad cerebral cortex: The time when club committees make Selection nice of saint and sinner, And meek suburban husbands take The gaping country guest to dinner: The Loop [These Days It's on the Merry-Go-Round ] The very while suburban wives Flash: payroll bandits take two lives Congest the early shopper's jam — (Alas, plus freedom on the lam). Each night most worldly cabarets (Revue and floor-show, skit and frolic) Are aided by some twenty plays In curing inhibition-colic: Till what with opera and with arts To keep the dazzled senses swirling, Small wonder thus the cortex starts To whirl and whirl and keeps on whirling! — 4JONFAL. 22 THE CHICAGOAN PATRONS are different. Patrons vary amazingly. Some of them, young fellows seemingly just out of college, are spry indeed. They excel on the handball courts and at boxing and wrestling. They whistle vigor ously under the showers. They have at punching bags with a great slap and clatter. Their kind come bounding out of the bath scantily wrapped in a towel to weigh at a convenient scale, but weighing is a perfunctory- process; they scarcely glance at the dial. And somehow they even contrive to make the gym uniform a dashing garment, snug and stylish and appropriate. Perhaps 10 years ago, assuming a rural The ROVING - REPORTER The Business Mens Gym By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN Ah! What avail the largest gift of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss? How tasteless then whatever can be given! Health is the vital principle of bliss, And EXERCISE of health. — From a pamphlet, The PostlHzed Physique (Price $1). THUS heartened by an approach through poesy and confirmed in faith by a series of before and 'after photographs in the downstairs entrance, the seeker after physical wellbeing ascends a wooden stair to the Postl Health Club, largest of downtown exercise places for the softening busi' ness man. Upstairs, the Health Club is gratify ingly discovered to be a gymnasium, a gymnasium with a great many conces sions to science, it is true, but a gymnasium none the less; and gratify ing, because a gymnasium is funda mentally a play place as opposed to a sanitarium, which is a kind of hospital, and a fighting gym, which is a kind of barn equipped with athletic appa ratus for the conditioning of valuable livestock. Upstairs, one catches the unmistak able gym odor: a dry, steam-heated smell of hard canvas and polished wood floors with minor tints composed of the dilute salt odor of sweaty bodies, a touch of rubbing liniment, a trace of wet leather and a hint of steam from an unseen shower. Somehow the air is tonic; it carries a suggestion of briskness,, strength, speed and leisurely spartanism common to well fitted gymnasia. Instructors on the move down aisles and through passageways carry themselves with the balanced gait of an athlete, a short stride automatically accompanied by a shoulder motion so that the body is never off center, the torso at once blocky and supple. All gymnasts have this stride, most boxers, even most wrestlers, though the wrestler's gait is apt to be rolling — of all athletes, the wrestler places least reliance on his legs. And instructors wear duck trousers and sneakers and sleeveless exercise shirts, well-worn and comfortable clothing of a sensible dowdiness dear to the male heart. origin for some of them, these same young fellows decorated a half hundred pasture swimming holes — at any rate they are of swimming hole stock — comfortably naked, active, frolicsome, and with no more thought of the science of health than a young dog on a romp. Two or three decades from now, these striplings will have come into the melancholy category of old gentlemen undergoing physical restoration. They will no longer bound carelessly on the scales and toss a nonchalant glance at the curving needle; instead they will come shivering from the bath and watch the gauge of their weight arc slowly past the 200 mark which means diet. They will take a little mild exercise, and a far from mild massage. Perhaps a bit of easy handball, more likely a bout at indoor golf, and a long bask in the ghostly violet ray lamp — this is the regimen for old gentlemen broad alike in experience and girth. THE CHICAGOAN 23 ONE sees these rotund old fellows, towel-draped and dutiful, march ing off to their exercises. And yet, despite an occasional convert who has his physical mechanism gone over much as a prudent automobile owner puts his car in shop at regular inter vals, one suspects that most older men come to gym to play. They re move the dignified raiment of office and caper in revealing clothes. They take calisthenics cheerfully enough but they yearn for the handball courts and a trio of sprightly old codgers for opposition. One sees them swatting away between alternate puffs and chuckles. The result may be in different handball, but it's great sport. Of course, it's scientific. Like a fish ing trip on a friendly doctor's orders, it is needful for health and hence an unavoidable and officially regretted severance from business routine. Only there is a tell-tale cheerfulness about the patient which any astute wife could spot clear across the living room and set down for exactly what it is — a boyish delight in an abso lutely iron-clad scheme for hookey. Moreover the downtown gym nasium offers a pleas ant laboratory for the amateur physiologist. Vibrating machines are always mysterious af fairs. The steam bath, a breath-taking adven ture. The solar ray, an intensely impressive show piece. And even the calisthenics them selves, properly ad ministered, take on a unique and personal aspect; it's like having a fracture reduced or an appendix out — and much more pleas ant. Naturally enough, physiques improve, and the old gentlemen feel better, and some 3,500 citizens a week walk up the wooden stairs to the lockers. FINALLY, the retreat is guarded against the more exuberant forms of exercise. It is a gentle place. Box ing instructors, for instance, are not pugs but instructors, decorous, man nerly young fellows of unimpeachable personality. No rough stuff. Prices for courses range from $75 to $1,000 depending, naturally, on individual treatment and attention after a thorough physical examination. The self defense course comes low est at $75. Judging from the refined mode of instruction visible in a busi ness man's gymnasium someone has been missing a great bargain. Take one of the fighting gyms of the town, walk in and pick out the nearest in structor, snarl at him and remark, "Make it snappy, Bum, I ain't got all day." And you get a sock on the nose worth at least $735.85. Poetic Acceptances Rabindranath ("7tf.oth.er India") Tagore Accents an Invitation To Go Crane Hunting I'll come as I am, I'll tarry not over my guns. If they be not oiled so much the better for the cranes, if there be no flint so much the better for the cranes, if my boots be not oiled so much the worse for me. I'll come as I am, I'll not tarry over my boots. Do you see the cranes all around us? My sole alights in a craneless white bathroom and I despair. When we have finished our crane hunting thy bathroom will be complete, And then let us hunt natalie cranes. Life is a pipe of reeds, thy guest is coming. — DONALD PLANT. 24 THE CHICAGOAN Vke STfK G E Bar Sinister for the Fourth Estate By CHARLES COLLINS WHERE do all the great idealists of journalism come from — the watch dogs of law and order, the protec tors of the poor, the dreamers of bigger and better things for the great American peepul — where do they come from if the rank and file of the so-called profession are truthfully depicted in "The Front Page," the most raging hit of the dra matic season? This is a serious prob lem, and I do not pretend to be able to solve it. Having spent only twenty- odd years at newspapering, I don't know how editors get that way, or how reporters get the Hecht-McArthur way. The play, however, recalls to me an utterance by George Wharton, whose anecdotage of a reporter's career prob ably supplied its authors with much of their material. Upon hearing that a colleague had joined the faculty of a school of journalism attached to a great His Honor Sheriff Hartman and one of the sheriff's boys cover the desk in which Earl Williams, escaped murderer, is hiding to achieve one of the numerous climaxes in "The Front Page." Above, the star reporter, the gal and the managing editor. Sketched, despite excitement, by Nat Karson. university, Mr. Wharton demanded bitterly: "What are you trying to do — edu' cate a lot of decent kids into bums?" The answer to this point of view is that "The Front Page," at the Erlanger, is "good theatre" and therefore immune to philosophic analysis. To which one might retort that "good theatre" is usually bad life. But whether you wish to accept this play as truth or libel, the fact remains that it is dia bolically amusing. Humor, fantastic and saturnine, courses feverishly through its arteries, burning and biting like home-made gin. It is an epileptic farce, a vibrant melodrama and a furi ous fantasy, welded together by stage- direction that runs at the pace of a riveting hammer. It is raffish and ghoulish in the spirit of the ancestral ragamuffin of letters, who also made mirth under the gallows tree — Francois Villon. The Old Devil Press is the villain in this carnival of triple-plated irony. In the form of an unspeakable manag ing editor — the one incredible character in the gang, although said to be pat terned after Walter Howie — he pur sues the bright young reporter who wishes to escape into the advertising business. He finally brands him as the Devil's Own, with a tag-line trick that is dramatically ingenious and ethically lamentable. That's the plot; the rest is glowing and exciting ribaldry. The dialogue contains the most intensive course in profanity that the stage has offered since the days of the Virgin Queen. There are still several words in the vocabulary of obscenity that have not been used in the theatre, but I ex pect that the success of "The Front Page" will lift the American drama to new heights in this direction. A Comedy for Husbands AS an antidote to the flagrant in- ^ toxication of "The Front Page," try "Paris Bound," at the Harris. It is soothing, although it deals with adultery. It is as polite and evasive as its rival is rough-neck and radical. It is, nevertheless, a stimulant to table- talk, for it argues that a wife who can not forgive her husband a slight breach of the Seventh Commandment is a fool. Here is heresy! Here is the beginning of the counter-reformation in sexual at titudes! The play is plotted with almost academic precision, and written with THE CHICAGOAN 25 ; \ oA LaSALLE Sedan most marvelous of Christmas gifts at $251 4 delivered Imagine the thrill of such a gift. The thrill to those who receive it — the even greater thrill to the giver thereof! 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It deals with the upper bourgeoisie, sometimes called "our best people," and treats them as gentlefolk in spite of the fact that they are modern. Because of its good man ners, "Paris Bound" is a novelty. In this period of the Mucker Pose, such pieces are rare, and correspondingly precious. There is effective drama in "Paris Bound," but it is interpreted with muted strings. The situations are dis solved rather than exploded. In other words, its stage-direction has the Arthur Hopkins touch. Madge Kennedy, the star, is exactly right as the hurt little wife who discovers the trap of desire in time to condone her husband's un important amour. A girl named Joanna Roos strikes fire in the first act as a broken-hearted bride's-maid, new style. Dear Barrie THE pre-war sentimentalism of the gentle Mr. Barrie is exhibited at its best in "Dear Brutus," now in pleasant revival at the Goodman. This is a charming play, staged in style that brings no disillusion to those who saw it in the happy days when whimsy was in fashion and William Gillette was a star. The acting, under the skillful di rection of Iden Payne, is so adequate that the applause at the premiere had something more than art-theatre en thusiasm. The scene in the Forest of the Might- Have-Beens between the artist and his dream-daughter, which is the core of "Dear Brutus," is effectively played by Katherine Krug and Roman Bohnen. Ellen Root also clicks smartly. This should be a popular bill at the Good man. It is interesting to note that Helen Hayes got her start in "Dear Brutus," and so did Madge Bellamy of the films. Three Musical Shows ¦< <£* OLDEN DAWN" at the Grand V-l Opera House, is an extremely high type of musical play. Its score is almost operatic; its singing is bril liant; and its comedians are not mere clowns. It tells a Rider Haggard sort of story, East African in atmosphere, and its stage pictures are gorgeously tropical. Robert Chisholm, as a black slave-driver, and Bonnie Emery, as a white girl whose virginity is dedicated to the jungle god Mulunghu, are the striking figures in the cast. Mr. Chis holm sings with the fire and power of a coming Chaliapin, and Miss Emery also seems a candidate for opera. This is an impressive entertainment, better than "Rose-Marie," with which it is associated in the advertising. * The Grand Street Follies, at the Gar- rick, is a revue with pretensions to nothing except cleverness in burles quing the theatre. It has little to offer the play-goer who wants his revues like the orgies of Heliogabalus; but it con tains much to tickle the sense of humor of a stage-worn observer. Albert Car roll expands the province of female im personation into mimicry, and thus transforms a stunt into an art. He is the only androgyne of my stage ex perience at whom I failed to shudder. His dual impersonation of Mrs. Fiske and Ethel Barrymore is a masterpiece. The other queen-bee of the company, Dorothy Sands, is almost as versatile. The lesser prodigies of Grand Street are also diverting. * Use Marvenga is an engaging Ger manic soubrette and Roy Cropper, once of "The Student Prince," is a gallant young tenor; but nothing more than this can be said for "Nobody's Girl," at the Majestic. When the producers engaged this cast, they forgot to get a show worth staging. It will pass quickly from the landscape, and may be noted in the chronicles of the season merely as wasted effort. BOOK/ A Pre-Chicago Pragmatist By SUSAN WILBUR IT was bad /*"V enough when ^ftlf^^ authors took them fi$'*§\ out of odd poems, -BM^^vTV Meredith, Brown- £ Jlai^pplHp, ing, Shakespeare, ^aMjL~*SP ^U- Shelley, they didn't «-v^ care who, and it was part of your duty as a book reviewer to tell people where the particularly queer ones came from. But now that they are taking them all out of Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers it isn't much better. It is said that lecturers to women's clubs count ten before mentioning Aldous Muxley's "Point Counter Point" and that even then it is quite likely to come out as "Count Pointer Count." Whether even twenty-five will be enough for Lytton Strachey's "Elisabeth and Essex" is a question. In conversation at least it invariably comes out "Elizabeth and Ethics." Which is of course most unfortu nate. It misrepresents both Elisabeth and the book. The whole point of Mr. Strachey's "tragic history" being that Elisabeth did not have any ethics. She was much more up-to-date. In fact she was, practically speaking, twentieth century: "her sexual organisation was seriously warped." Warped, be it noted, but not wanting. Elisabeth was hysterical. To compare her to the needle of a compass, every handsome man she met was north to her. But inasmuch as her physicians had told her that she was incapable of bearing a child, and inasmuch as there is no par ticular point in a protestant monarch's marrying except to have children and thereby preserve the protestant succes sion, there seemed to be no reason why she should bother to settle down. In stead, her demands upon handsome men remained purely peripheral. Consequently Essex was her favorite. He could satisfy all the demands for flattery, attention, platonic worship, so to speak, that her feminine nature called for. He fell from favor simply because, having dominated the woman in her, he was vain enough to think that he could dominate the queen. He tried to do things which he could not do, and it did not take many of them — unsuccessful expeditions to Spain, fatal bungling of an Irish expedition — to pave the way to his trial for treason and his death. THE interest of Lytton Strachey's book, however, is not in its narra tion of facts: the facts are well known. It is in his explanation of those facts by the characters of the actors in his tragedy. Characters which at the out set he admits that we can never hope to fully understand. In the first place they were all drunk on the wine of the Renaissance. Then, too, these Elisa- bethans were bundles of contradictions. The same man — take Francis Bacon for example — could be a sincere scholar and a lover of learning, a crafty advocate and politician, and an addict of the most dubious forms of amatory dalli ance. A writer of exquisite poetry and music could go from these pursuits to the cruellest of sports or to watch un moved the most horrible forms of exe cution. All of these contradictions were in Elisabeth's own character. Called by some of her critics pusillanimous, she was courageous enough to live for years knowing that many other people as well THE CHICAGOAN 27 One of the contributions toward nuking Chicago the medical center of America — the great Montgomer> Ward Memorial in the down town campus of North western university at Chicago avenue and the La\e. Here « located what is said to be one 0/ the most progressive den tal and medical clinics in the world. HICAGO'S noted educator c _ JL)r.Wylter Dill Scott tells you the importance of keeping up with good books J \orthwestern university's noted leader, President Walter Dill Scott. His vision and administrative ability are responsible for the great building program which is being carried on both in Evanston and downtown Chicago with the f\ nan,* rial support of the university's friends. Dr. Scott is a graduate of Northwestern and a doctor of philosophy from Leipzig. At the left he is shown tviththe huge candle, featured in alumni services, which will burn about aoo years. 'Recently in a conference with the head of our department of English, I stated that the greatest single service his department could render would be to develop in his students an abiding appreciation of good literature. "Likewise, a newspaper, if its editors so desire, can serve the public. "The public looks to a newspaper for guidance in public affairs. The public can also be guided by a newspaper in things that are intellectual and cultural. "Some of today's best books, I find, are published serially in the Herald and Exam' iner. I suspect that the installments of these books are having permanent effect on the literary tastes of Herald and Examiner readers. "I cannot help but feel that in giving this training to its readers, the Herald and Examiner is rendering a definite and worth while service." The Herald and Examiner regularly pub lishes, in daily installments, the latest, most fascinating books. See some of them in the panel to the left below. Get the Herald and Examiner regutarly and make the reading of these good books a thoroughly enjoyable and inexpensive habit. A close follower of Northwestern'* successful athletic program, Dr. Scott himsel/ favors out-of- door exercise. He is here shown enjoying a winter sport on Lake Michigan not far from his Evaro- ton home Ideas that resist sleep! Twilight . . , the ferry boats are crossing and recrossing the Hudson in that mysteriously silent, grimly plodding way of theirs . . . On one of them, Arthur Brisbane, homeward bound, is dictating to a secretary ... an idea has "hit" him, he can't let it slip away. They say of this man, who is one of the great journalists of all time, "wherever he has an idea he immediately gets.it in writing ..." Often he has awakened in the dark hours of early morning to call a secretaiy waiting in the next room and dictate an entire column. Thus Herald and Examiner men work for you. They constitute one of the most brilliant staffs assembled on a single newspaper. Arthur Brisbane . . . James Weber Linn . . . John Lambert . . . O. O. Mclntyre . . . Fontaine Fox ... John Held, Jr., and Lloyd Mayer . . . Glen 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 families with a newspaper full of interesting, wide-awake news, alert editorial comment and pleasant mental recreation every morning. If you are not familiar with it now, get a Herald and Examiner tomorrow. Enjoy it. You will make it a morning habit. 28 THE CHICAGOAN K One hears so often of "the discriminat ing woman." She is that elect person whose taste in clothes calls for smart lines with marked, but never too- insistent, originality, for exquisite materials and superb workmanship. She selects her shoes at Martin & Mar tin. (The men of her family invari ably wear Thomas Cort Shoes from Martin & Martin.) Martin & Martin Shoes FOR MEN AND WOMEN NEW YORK & CHICAGO 326 SOUTH MICHIGAN... CHICAGO as the King of Spain would pay well to have her assassinated. It was her strength that lay just in the exercise of those arts that we associate with the coward: prevarication, delay, the play ing of this man against that. She was sparring for time. To gain that was everything. And when Essex rocked the boat at all seriously the queen had to assert herself over the woman — and did. Wits End CHICAGO authors nowadays seem more and more to be forming the habit of living in New York. But oo casionally they come back. And the December visit of Viola Paradise syn- chronizes with the publication of her second novel "Wit's End" (E. P. Dut ton and Co.) which has been chosen as the Dutton book of the month for No' vember. Like her first book, "The Pacer," this new one combines the plot of the popular type of novel with a study of character and motive which is extremely sophisticated. We have a young dramatist who has thrown up his job to write the play on which he has sold an option. On his way to "WitVEnd," in Maine, he falls in love with a woman painter, only he doesn't know it at first nor does she. And in the meantime another, girl who is staying at Wit's End tries to put her' self across with the dramatist by some very up to date methods. But as in' teresting as the love story and almost more subtle is the second theme of the book — the friendship between the painter and her cottage'mate, a theme which is certainly the more difficult of the two to handle and keep purely in terms of friendship. Paragraph Pastime Elizabeth and Essex, by Lytton Strachey. (Harcourt, Brace and Co.) Showing how it is that a woman with a complex may nonetheless be a very successful Queen. A Christmas Book: An Anthology for Moderns, by D. B. Wyndham Lewis and G. C. Heseltine. The music transcribed and the decorations drawn by A. C. Har* radine. E. P. Dutton and Co. The author of "Francois Villon" collaborates to conduct a Christmas party to which Charles Dickens is not invited. Queer Books, by Edmund Pearson. (Doubleday, Doran & Co.) 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Patented MELODELITE CORPORATION 130 West 42d Street New York LUNCHEON— DINNER— SUPPER 'T'HE sophisticated in ways J- of night club entertainment — the epicures among diners- out — "they" gather regularly at Petrushka. ^etrusijfea Club 16S North Michigan Avenue Telephone Dearborn 4388 The Book of Earths, by Edna Kenton. (William Morrow and Co.) A picture book of what man through the ages has thought the earth looked like, how it was held up, how the moon got into the sky, what became of the Lost Atlantis, and so on. And not all the quaint ideas about it are older than our own age of science either. TME CHICAGOAN The CINEMA A Guide to Good Pictures By WILLIAM R. WEAVER NOT at all curiously, the ten days preceding if. Christmas are the W dog days of the cinema year. Atten' dance attains low ebb. No amount of extra inducement, no extravagant multiplication of attrac tions, beguiles the busy shopper. And so the cinemas are pleasantly accessible, the performances are conducted with becoming leisure and a good time is to be had without risk of life, limb or dignity. It is a not at all bad idea to concentrate the annual cinema atten- dance in this period and have done with it. Appropriate, then, to indicate for the convenience of persons thus inclined the currently available things worth seeing. And more or less in the order of their importance. Unhappily, it will not be difficult to view all the worth- while pictures in the given space, for — by whatever obscure counterfeit of logic it may be that animates the cinema managers — pictures believed to be really good are withheld from exhibi tion until the post-holiday reaction has obviated the box office necessity of their being exhibited at all. There is no un derstanding all this of course. That is, if one likes to be charitable and kind and emotionally in tune with the cal endar. ASSUMING that you have seen and m\ heard Al Jolson's "Singing Fool," the next cinema to go to is the one housing "The Sins of the Father." Mr. Jannings is the father, who is a waiter, and no actor is better as either. The first half of this picture is excellent en tertainment. When the Amendment is placed in effect (remember, this is a motion picture) the entertainment ends and what follows is plain movie. This is the point where departure should be taken. The next stop is the cinema exhibit ing "Dry Martini," if any. The picture — a charming confection by Mons. H. 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Another apartment of nine rooms available later for $395. Sudler & Co., Agts. 75 E.Wacker Dr. Tel. Randolph 5532 For Purchase- Some Splendid Town Houses iNE on Elm Street near the drive, completely re modeled, four master cham bers, four baths, $45,000. jr An Astor Street residence, one-half block from the park, overlooking the Cardinal's grounds to the west and a view of the lake across the Cranes' gardens. Sudler & Co. Real Estate 75 E. Wacker Drive Ran. 5533 II lated to some extent by the local cen sors, but much of its humor skipped lightly over their heads, as the saying goes, and remains as intact as it is unsuspected. After this, which affects one somewhat in the manner of the titular beverage, Mr. Fred Niblo's crisp subtitling of "The Dream of Love" will round out a satisfactory evening. LIGHT and somewhat refreshing hu- ,» mor in more youthful vein may be come upon in "Three Week Ends" and "Show Girl," which should be seen in that order. Miss Bow is star and sub stance of the former, which would be nothing without her, and the McEvoy captions are reason enough for the lat ter. Which has, in addition, the not un-Bowesque Alice White and other wise little kiddies of the sort Holly wood likes to have you believe lives there. Worthwhile things of slightly earlier vintage are to be located in the ap pended listing of available amusements. Cinemas of current exhibition may be determined in two or three hours study of the advertising directory in any cur rent newspaper any day. Better still, phone Randolph 5300 (that's Balaban & Kats, notoriously public servants) and ask where a desired picture is to be seen. If they don't know, call Harri son 0036, ask for Joe and tell him I said it was all right. Seats on All Floors (Most of these pictures can be seen in the neighborhood cinemas during the fortnight end ing December 29.) Sins of the Father — see above mention — is 50% Jannings and 50% movie. [See the first 50% and leave.] Dry Martini is the smartest picture in Town. [Don't miss it.] Me, Gangster reveals the specie too ac curately to be interesting. [Don't see it.] Three Week Ends engage Miss Clara Bow and Miss Bow is engaging enough for anybody. [Use both eyes.] The Dream of Love shows how much better Fred Niblo directs a picture than anyone else. [Inspect it.] The Awakening refers to Vilma Banky's who's been sleeping until now. [Watch Vilma.] Fazil, despite protests from 13 readers, is good Sheik movie. [See if it isn't.] White Shadows in the South Seas re veals more of Tahiti than a Winter there and tells a story. [Go.] Outcast is Corinne Griffith's best picture. [If you love nice things.] Masks of the Devil does new things with double exposure and John Gilbert. [See both.] The CRASH may be used as Milton Sill's epitaph. [Miss it.] WINTER- SUNSHINE MAKES INDIAN SUMMER ; ^T^hen the calendar says Utt/'' Winter," k is Indian Summer at The Broadmoor. Air is balmy, roads are fine, | bridle paths magnificent, | the beautiful golf course is I comfortably playable nearly i every day. The rare snows never las~t long; the occa sional days of dry cold are sparkling and bracing. Indoors, swimming, a little I theater, exclusive shops, music,dancing,games,flow- ers— complete gymnasium at the Golf Club— acres of pleasant attractions. Studied refinements in ev- I ery detail of tlje service— and meals' to tempt a king ! Open always; and always delightful. BROADMOOR COLORADO SPRINGS f NOME OF THE FAMOUS MANITOU SPARKLING WATERS Reservations direct, or at; The Ritz, New York; 23, Haymarket, London; & 11 Rue de Castiglione, Paris. THE CHICAGOAN 31 Companionate Marriage is just too bad. [Avoid it.] Submarine sank. [No.] The Home Towners is as good a talkie as it was a play, whatever that may mean to you. [Yes.] The Racket is three years behind the headline writers. [Detour.] Revenge presents attractive Dolores Del Rio unattractively. [Skip.] Mother Knows Best proves the reverse, unpleasantly. [Omit.J The Perfect Crime is a perfect crime. [Read The Evening American.'] Beware of Bachelors doesn't tell why. [If pressed.] Varsity is college without a football team. [Never.] The Farmer's Daughter features a trav eling man, but not that one. [Giddap.] NEWSPRINT Headlines and Breadlines By EZRA WHAT would Christmas be with out the newspa pers, filled with advertisements fea turing Santa Claus and Toyland, screaming that only fifteen, ten, five shopping days remain, and taking the lead in a series of truly notable charit able movements which bring cheer to unfortunates? December is the greatest month in the year for the papers. Advertising increases by leaps and bounds, wiping out the red ink which has dotted the books during the leaner summer and fall months, or swelling meager profits to tremendous figures. With the advertisements interesting as they always are this time of year, the editorial content becomes less im portant than usual. So few protests are heard, although day after day the front pages have been monopolized by uninteresting stories about Hoover's visit to South America and uninforma- tive, contradictory bulletins in regard to the condition of King George. ONE of the most astounding bits of gossip to reach this department during the fortnight is the statement that the Herald'Examiner added 160,- 000 subscribers to its Sunday edition by the simple process of increasing its colored funny section to 16 pages and crowding thereon 30 comics. It has also been interesting to specu late on the response the Evening Post may have obtained in printing a letter to its readers, asking them to suggest M It- Carols intke frosty rtight Chubby, cheerful, boy- isK voices intoning jubi lantly the centuries -old carols of Christmas! Vi sions of snow-clad inn yards, singers clustered outside frosted window panes, spluttering can dles, rise up Before you -when your Panatrope 'with Radiola brings to your living room these ageless songs. Over the clear -winter air front your favorite broadcasting station, or from carefully selected records — this perfected electrical radio-phono graph provides both-" leaving the choice up to your mood or fancy. OfTered by E Common-wealth Edison £*\ LECTRIC SHOP3 73 West Adams Street, Chicago For the Brilliant Season "The Chicagoan," 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 two years, $5. (I have checked my choice as you will notice.) Nd">«- Address. 32 THE CHICAGOAN Men Are Thinking of This Christmas Gift IT'S safe to say that many men are set on buying a Krementz Wrist Watch Band if someone does not give them one this Christmas. For Krementz Wrist Watch Bands are new, practical and durable. They eliminate the clumsy prong and buckle of the usual strap. Instead, three wafer-flat links fold into a thin cas ing. Expanded,links, band and watchform a loon that slips right over hand. Also up on arm while washing hands. Handier — safer— swifter. Made in Krementz Quality Rolled Gold Plate link casings with leather straps, $7.50; with flexible Milanaise mesh bands, $1 2.50to$15; also in 14 kt. and 18 kt. §old and platinum. At ealer's— or write us for of nearest one. KREMENTZ & CO., Newark, N. J. solid your name When completely ex- panded there is ample allowance for free passage over hand or up on forearm. Krerneri't? WEIJT WATCH ? BAND ? the names of friends who might want to read the Post and offering to give to each person suggested a month's sub scription without charge. It has been apparent for months that the battle for class circulation is going to be bitterly fought this winter, but it seems the struggle for mass as well is to continue unabated. THE Examiner poked up the coals of the old quarrel with the Tribune by means of a saucy advertisement early in December, apologizing to the Tribune for not informing them of the present circulation of the Examiners Sunday edition and hence saving the Tribune the embarrassment of unin tentionally but mistakenly claiming the largest Sunday circulation in Chicago. With the football season over, this is really an encouraging thing. We may have some real amusement yet. The Tribune in the past has never been very slow at returning barrages and this particular advertisement must have hurt. Whoever threw this bit of copy together for the Examiner appears well able to stand up with the Tribune ad writers, toe to toe, and exchange wal lops. It may not be such a long, cold, dreary winter after all. THE first week in December was notable, too, for the first appear ance of the long heralded Midweek Features section of the J^ews. In some respects, it seems to have been patterned after the Sunday magazine of the 7<lew Yor\ Times but it is not yet up to the Times standard. It will undoubtedly improve. The ?<[ews has the facilities and probably the determination to pro duce something very much worth while. Newspapermen never lack confidence in undertaking anything in the line of special sections or magazines. Even the Tribune, it will be recalled, seemed to have the notion that its staff could dash off Liberty in its spare time and run the Saturday Evening Post out of the picture in twelve months. The first few numbers of Liberty are now looked back upon as a particularly distressful nightmare,. The 7<[ews probably will go through the same series of headaches with its Midweek. Its first number is made up largely of contributions from its regu lar daily staff— some surprisingly able and others just filler. It would be in teresting to have Meyer Levin, the News' extremely competent catch-as- catch-can critic, carefully analyze that first issue. But it will improve. Wal ter Strong will insist. •••••'- 'Vive beauty Gift-giving entails no problem, when the recipient is a woman and the gift is a cosmetic creation by HELENA RUBINSTEIN. All that one demands of a remem brance is perfectly combined in these inspirations of a great Artist-Scientist . . . utility , exclu- siveness and above all beauty. Beauty deserves these things of beauty! Valaze Water Lily Powder — Contains rare, youth re-newing essences of water lily buds. Two blends — Novena for dry skin, Complexion for average and oily skin. Smart flattering tints for every type — and a fragrance, unforgettable! Strikingly decora tive spired box in red and gold 1.50. 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Michigan Ave., Chicago 8 East 5?th Street, New York TWE CHICAGOAN 33 MU/ICAL NOTE/ Mr. Horowitz — By ROBERT POLLAK THE town is still full of the miracle of Horo witz and will be until his recital next Sunday is a thing of the past. Not since the palmy days of Paderewski has an interpreter so cap tured the imagina tion of the concert going public. This reporter, in his comings and goings, has heard Horowitz discussed on street cars, on the Stock Exchange, and in club dining rooms usually reserved for the sober discussion of the farm-relief prob lem. It is bruited about that he likes to play poker, that he writes poetry, that he is not the aesthetic he seems to be from a seat in the pit. Every where his singular electrical quality seems to have communicated itself in one fashion or another. Such tremendous hub-bub in itself makes difficult the job of approaching the pianism of this young giant with the usual critical sobriety. And it may be that he is not a case for criticism anyway. Certainly after three hearings we can only repeat what we said once before : that he is a technical Superman, that no one before him has been able to make ten fingers move so fast or so accurately, or gather so much speed and power in two slim arms. This amazing technique does not, of course, represent the totality of his genius. He has tremendous intelli gence, a grace sonority, and the best characteristics of the show-man. Pitted against a modern symphony orchestra in contrapuntal repartee (as in the Tschaikowsky Concerto for instance) he is as completely overwhelming as Chaliapin in Boris or Al Jolson in a mammy song. The particular merit of the work he is interpreting has little to do with the net impression he makes. In America, although he has. six con certos at the beck and call, he has con centrated on the meretricious Third of Rachmaninoff and the weather-stained Tschaikowsky. His unique force is FOR FEMININE TASTES Behold at the Carlin Shop a gay panorama of beautiful things for bedroom and boudoir *-> Comforters, Pillows, Blankets, Bed Spreads, Chaise Longue Covers ^Traveling Accessories -—.all charming »-» all practical*-* all delightfully suitable for feminine gifts. Particularly fetching is the crepe satin Blanket Protector adorned with Lierre <ftCC Lace *¦-. in many colours. Indeed modestly priced. _/ J Pillow Case with hand hemstitching and Lierre Lace to match, $17.50 662 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE AT ERIE STREET 04ICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Changing residence ? The Chicagoan will go along — making ifs first fortnightly arrival three weeks after notice — if you will fill in the appended form. (Name) - - (New address) (Old address) --- ~> ¦- (Date of change )...>„ _ ¦:¦'-¦ : ----: ~~ 34 TUt CHICAGOAN My Blackbirds Are Bluebirds Now "Querida" — Fox Trots with vocal chorus by Walter Cummins, with Hotel Biltmore Orchestra "My Blackbirds are Bluebirds Now" 4083 "Lonesome in the Moonlight" — Fox Trot with vocal chorus by Jack Parker, and the Colonial Club Orchestra "Then Came the Dawn" 4088 "I Can't Make Her Happy" — Fox Trot with vocal chorus by Harold "Scrappy" Lambert. Wm. F. Wirges and his orchestra "Forever" —by Eddy Thomas 408 1 "If I Have You" — Fox Trots. Vocal Chorus by Harry Maxfield. Ray Miller and his orchestra. " Anything You Say " 407 7 Always something new on Brunswick Records There's new snap, rhythm and pep in Brunswick Records Smmsurfck^ PANATROPESRADIOLASRECORDS such that he could probably put over an all-Chaminade program. Boris Godunoff BORIS GODUNOFF grows finer with age and discloses new sub tleties at each hearing. With good rea son it begins to fasten itself securely within the repertoire of the Chicago Civic Opera Company, and it is not to be denied that M. Polacco and his fellow-conspirators make a good dish of it. It was presented on a Saturday afternoon a fortnight ago with Vanni- Marcoux in the familiar role of the bloody usurper, and Coe Glade, Cortis, and La2xari as Marina, Gregory the Pretender, and Pimenn. Vanni-Mar- coux requires comparison with Chalia- pin. He equals as an actor if not as a singer. There is a peculiar and dis turbing tremulousness to his voice, but it is not enough of a flaw to mar the grandeur of the scene in his apartments in the Kremlin where he is assailed by the bloody phantom of Dimitri. This is one of the bulliest examples of his trionics on record. La Glade, a new comer, made satisfactory the brief and florid role of the scheming Princess, and as for Cortis, every day in every way he gets better and better. Although handicapped by the persistent submerg ence of the orchestra and by an aging and numerically impoverished chorus, Polacco was largely responsible for a well-knit and convincing performance. Listed among the revivals and de layed because Marion Claire had a mean cold, The Tales of Hoffman eventually made its appearance to a packed Sunday afternoon house. Sump tuous and expensive-looking sets came out of Dove's studios, that of the Vene tian scene particularly revealing a lux ury that would have made Joseph Urban turn all his pet colors. The Munich set, an interior occupying quarter stage only, was the mustily correct living room of the Biedermeyer period. Cos tuming, color combination and effective lighting made the performance more than ordinarily alert on the far side of the proscenium. It is still a question, however, whether this fantastic opera is worth the trouble. Offenbach, even in his own time, had little more musical stat ure than our own Sigmund Romberg. His music was airy clap-trap designed to win a gay Parisian public for a paltry month or two. Out of over one hundred and twenty compositions, mostly for the stage, this dream-play of Hoffmann is the only one that survives. A group of distinguished musicians in programs of quality seldom heard else where than in formal con cert. Events of first importance for those 'who ap preciate music of the highest merit. STRING QUARTET Quartet Assisted by Piano String Solos 6 to 8 p. m. imCUICAGOAN 35 If the Theatre Guild devoted part of its season to the careful and lavish mounting of the master-pieces of Wil- lard Mack and Anne Nichols and re served the other half for O'Neill and Molnar it would be no more incon sistent. Offenbach is not fit fellow for the company of Verdi, Moussorgsky and Wagner. At Orchestra Hall HOROWITZ or no Horowitz, the particular symphony program to which he gave eloquent ending needs special mention. It began with a Bach Suite, played with elegance and chast ity. It passed to a hearing of the Divine Poeme of Scriabin and this is one of the works in which Herr Stock knocks gallery, balcony and pit for a goal. There is a certain coterie of Scriabinites who insist that Stock knows nothing about this music and that he has no right to cut certain passages that he considers unnecessary. There are, again, certain anti- Scriabinites who would have none of the Russian at all. We must challenge both factions for this is great music and Stock does great things with it. Although unmistakably stamped with the signature of the com poser it possesses a grandeur and breadth that are not usually discovered in his works for piano. It is made of good red blood and meat and is undis turbed by the muddle of theology in the brain of the neurasthenic that gave it birth. It enchants the orchestra, too. The men played it as they have not played before this season. Seven nights later, the same hall, the same orchestra sans soloist. Mr. Stock gives a first hearing to La Violette's Penetrella, a poem for strings. The music was skilfully wrought, serious and, in spots, moving. Nobody said in so many words that the local boy made good, but he did; and won deserved measure of applause. A Suite from Kodaly's opera Hary Janos was prob ably European booty from Stock's trip last summer. It was decidedly worth bringing home. The work has none of the aridity of the young Hungarian's piano pieces, those that Bartok banged out at his last appearance in Chicago. Its puckish humor, its smart clowning a la Stravinsky, it beautiful use of Hun garian folk theme and rhythm, made it the most interesting novelty thus far presented by the orchestra this season. Z3ZZZ3BZZZZZZZZZZZ ZZ ZZ THE DOBBS HARTLEY DOBBS HATS The Dobbs HARTLEY is sweetly demure with upturned brim deftly tucked on either side — Its Leisure Light texture is beautiful in a galaxy of new colorings. Every head size of course I Dockstader & Sandberg 900 M1CHU3AN BOULEVARD -Nor IK ^-? one block south op drake hotel #*¦ pajrk. -while, shoppimo- 17 47 17 & £7 ine Hotel ± anecast Directly" on tKe Ocean Miami Beack, Florida^ Those who plan their visit to Miami Beach with a view to taking full advantage of the pleasures and benefits of a winter in the sub-tropics, select the Pancoast, for here has been achieved the ultimate in a winter hotel-home. Directly on the Ocean with private bathing beach. Loggias, Lobbies and dining salon overlook the Gulf Stream. American Plan viranr-M.t European Plan Dec. 12 to Apr. 15 Hreproot Apr lg tQ Dec u Now accepting a limited number of reservations for January and March L. B. SPRAGUE J. A. PANCOAST Manager Owner-Proprietor f i a||S|3S330B. ' t§ ¥ 36 TI4ECI4ICAGOAN ALLERTON HOUSE Official Residence Intercollegiate Alumni Association Composed of 98 Colleges To live here is to be at home — when away from home! 701 N.Michigan at Huron Chicago Extensive Comfortable Lounges Resident Women's Director Special Women's Elevators Fraternity Rooms Ball and Banquet Rooms Circulating Library Billiards Chess Cafeteria Athletic Exercise Room Allerton Glee Club in Main Dining Room Monday at 6:30 P. M. Ample Parking Facilities Adjoining: ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY BATES PER PERSON Single - - $18.00— $20.00 Double Transient $8.00— $15.00 $2.60—$ 3.50 Descriptive Leaflet on Request CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW YORK The- CWICACOCNNC Mistletoe Miscellany for Misst Mr. and Mrs. By ARCYE WILL YES, duly impressed with the wealth of things displayed for the holiday giver but much more so by said giver. It is a wonderful spectacle to see liter ally thousands enduring the hardship of holiday shopping for that most lofty ideal — to give. Rayhuff-Richter Studios, 30 N. Mich., purveyors of diffused photog raphy because it makes a more impres sionistic, and more flattering portrait. Ideal for men, women and the flapper desiring accurate withal charming pic tures of themselves. May be had in the new old rose or green melotone printing instead of sepia as heretofore. The 20 per cent increase over regular price is worth it for an effect unusually attractive. Raymor, 15 E. Washington. Debs, sub-debs and youths, too, artistically photographed in a slightly theatrical manner. Eugene Hutchinson, 864 Cass. Marvelous place to have Mother at her very best. Misty looking but very dig nified. Beidler Studios, 820 Tower Court. The only place in town to my mind for the children. CHAS. A. STEVENS— Gift Shop on the Mezzanine Floor. Port able victrolas in numerous colored leathers, $22.50. Will play records as large as fourteen inch, hence better than the average small ones. For erudite husbands and such — four- language sets of dictionaries bound in leather, $20 to $115. Marble ash trays with bronze figure, $10 to $47.50. Toilet section, main floor. Large stock of new atomizers for dressing tables, $3 to $9, and in these, this year, there has been a great improvement in the workmanship. Whisky bottles with a tiny silver padlock, $9 in white glass, $10 in rose, blue or orchid. Musical powder boxes with cloisonne finish, smaller than before, therefore far daintier, $3.50 to $15.50. Pastel shaded chiffon hankies, the latest wrinkle from Paris, trimmed with lace or modernistic design, $2.25 to $12.75. Very large and good selection of men's hankies. Handspun linen, $2.50 to $5.00 apiece, or sheer linen with hand embroidered monograms, $1.00 to $2.25 each. For the girl with almost everything in the way of jewelry, something ab solutely new and unique. East Indian silver necklace, earrings, bracelet and rings worn by the dancing girls and over a hundred years old. The neck lace ends in a small flacon in which you may carry perfume. The set is charm ing and I can just see it on a willowy brunette! Stevens Shop, in the hotel of that name. Imported handbags. From Callot — an envelope at $37.50. It is black suede cloth with a motif in red and beige leather. From Louise Bou- 1 anger — a tailored bag of navy corded silk. This has a cut crystal clasp, $35. Good looking with many costumes. For the opera, a new type of bag with gold embroidery and rhinestones, held with a French gilt handle, $65.00. And others of pearls mounted on frames of pearls and rhinestones in the soft pouch effect, $29.50 to $37.50. S PAULDING AND CO., 332 S. Mich. Friendship rings, a set of five dainty little rings held together in back with a platinum bar and to be worn on the little finger. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds and diamonds all worked into the design, $900. Gold lockets. Look like a small book with one or two leaves inside as desired and the picture engraved upon these. A small one with a tiny onyx line and just one picture, $87.50. Flexible rings to match slave link bracelets. Most attractive sport pins. Grotesque tennis, golf and polo players in plati num and enamel with diamonds, $300 to $1,000. Diamond agrafettes, $500 a pair up. These, more simply, are small clasps which can be used for almost anything. On the dress shoulder to hold straps, two together to form a bar pin, singly on one shoulder for a dainty trimming and dozens of other ideas. And to mention the gift of gifts, that which can never be duplicated. The Rajah Sapphire. Golden in color and weighing 75 carats! TI4ECUICAG0AN 37 GAPPER AND CAPPER, Michi gan and Monroe. Gifts for Dad, Brother ad infinitum. Sport belt and garters to match. Green, red, blue and black. $5. Hand rolled edge handker chiefs, with hand embroidered cut out initial in new colorings; box of three at $10. Handkerchief case finished in France, $12.50. Red and blue. Cigarette case, of hand carved India Tuya wood, made in Russia, $10. Gloves of imported Russian reindeer, $15.00. Marvelously warm when driv ing a car. Or, for the same use, lined gloves with fur or alpaca lining, $7.50 to $10. Pigskin toilet kit with oiled silk waterproof lining, $12.50. Re freshment sets with pigskin cases, in cluding flasks and other accessories, $1 3.50 to $45.00. Very good selection. Beautiful silk dressing robes, $20 to $400. Slippers to match, $4.50 to $10. Fancy and plain cut silk four-in-hand ties, $3.50 to $8.50. Be sure to look at the Gulf Stream blue and the Spitals- field designs in beetroot and green col orings. Pajamas $4 to $35. Stunning silk ones for $18 with desired initial. * JOHN A. COLBY has a big selec tion of most attractive foot-stools from $19.50 up. BURLEYS is just the place to go if you are not sure. I would advise a half hour ramble through the store and take my word, you will finish up smil ing, which in all this rush is saying a great deal. Hammered metal cigarette case with separate flask compartment, $5. Nest of three lacquer tables with glass tops, $18. Cocktail table with removable glass tray, $19.50. Folding Ecrase leather photograph frames, $7.50 to $15. And Wm. Tumler, 1840 N. Wells (right across the street from Lincoln Park) will take any photograph you have and reduce it to fit these cases for about $1.50 apiece. * CHAS. T. WILT, 226 S. Michigan. Suit case size umbrellas with parrot and dog heads. Either the eyes, ears or tongue wiggles, $10 to $17.50. Many colored tooled morocco leather book covers, $8. Picture portfolios, $15 to $25. * CATHERINE M. HAY, 212 S. Michigan. Marcasite bracelets, $45 to $65. And a large selection of small imported jewelry, powder cases and such. 3 Rooms ot Old English Mansion Here Three old English oa'i-naneled rooma of the historic mansion. Whitehall, ai Shrewsbury. England, have been flight by Chicagoans, one by Eugene M. Stevens aixi two by Mr. and Mrs. (Jeorg* M. Reynolds. Four of the rooms were dismantled hijtp*'1 .*o,.t.hc decorating galleries ft I'o. tinder direction 'amous Kngljsli art rur. who Is fa art Jtttrofa. CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL NOVEMBER \7 T $aneleb OTaUss are y HE quiet charm and lasting beauty of carved wood in teriors are now keenly sought not because of vogue but be cause wood — rare old seasoned wood — at the hands of skilled craftsmen, lends itself to an ex pression of individualism in homes heretofore unattainable. Reproductions of rarest designs, centuries old, product of the master craftsmen who placed pride in accomplishment above all else, are available to you through the Kelly Interior Crafts Organization. Many homes and luxurious apartments along the north shore and in exclusive suburbs are en joying "the quiet charm of paneled walls." Hell? interior Crafts; Co. Workshop and Studio 905-09 North Wells St Chicago, 111. PARTI Looked up to as Chicago's premier hotel . . . naturally Chicago's smartest parties are given a Shoreland set ting. Here are unparalleled facilities for large or small parties . . . dinners, dinner- dances, luncheons, ban quets, weddings, recep tions. A remarkable, truly French cuisine, an organized service- staff. Shoreland parties are always successful parties! HOTEL SHORELAND Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake . . . Telephone Plaza lOOO DOROTHY GUTZMANN, 2610 N. Clark St. Once again I say: The most attractive boutonnieres in town, 50 cents up for shaded ribbon or velvet flowers. These are put together with wire, not sewed and are lovely. Rose bud spray to put on an evening dress, $2.50. Clover blossom shaded silk sprays, $2.95 to $5. And so, a Merry Christmas to you all. 38 TWECUICAGOAN r DIAMONDS ^ imported direct from Amsterdam and Antwerp Round Diamonds Marquise Emerald Cuts Squares Pear Shapes Baguettes Kites - Moons Triangles Manufacturers of Platinum Jewelry College Fraternity Badges k WARREN PIPER & CO. Diamond Importers 31 North State Street CHICAGO < Individual : Millinery Lingerie Hosiery Dresses 616 <R>ush St? ^Delaware 0581 1 a * * ¦-*--*--*- -*> TOWN TALK It Is Said — RUN-O'-THE-MAIL for the fort night ending herewith: A Rogers Park matron with more reading inclination than time loaned her "Point Counter Point" to three en' thusiastic friends before reading it. Re- turned with thanks and appreciation, she found pages uncut beyond 146. A modern radio addict — no doubt the same fellow who used to submit hook'ups to newspapers — reports that two well advertised speakers (one fa' mous for bringing out bass, the other treble) combine to produce the effect of a complete orchestra but neighbors don't care for it. A gentleman bootlegging Chevrolets in the Town (i.e. driving them in from an overstocked downstate hamlet and splitting profits with dealer and buyer) found sales quiet in the hush preceding exhibition of the new model and took on — for the period of emergency only — a more liquid sideline. Gillette rasor blades are found by bargain'Store advertisers to bring in more men than any other "leader." An equally well'known article is as sue cessfully cut'priced to attract women. Jesse Crawford and Milton Charles are making pipe organ solos for Movie tone reproduction and 50,000 organists can be wrong. Holiday opportunists dispensing Cal's Colts (a particularly lethal riding toy for juveniles) use for window display a ten-year-old boy in cowboy attire with bandana mask and gun in holster. An idly intrigued sculptor made a bust of the colored master of cere Christmas! "How in the world did you find time with all your other shop' ping, to make such a wonderful selection of flowers?" she said. A depreciative gesture was his only answer, but he inwardly congratulated himself that Wien* hoeber service had put his Christ mas over. Ernst Wienhoeber Co. No. 22 East Elm St. Sdperior 0609 914 No. Michigan Ave. Superior 0045 HARVEY ORCHESTRAS offer the following ORGANIZED BANDS: Cope Harvey and his Orchestra Al Lehmas The Four Horsemen Jimmie Garrigan Barney Richards Buster (Leo) Warney Jimmie Marvin Bert Rammelt Dick Ede and the Harvey Yellow Dragons Bill Thompson and the Harvey Red Indians Don Nash and the Harvey Blue Devils Ed Knight and the Harvey Purple Parrots Earl Voyles and the Harvey Black Friars Eddie Hawkins and the Harvey Green Lions Gene Joyaux and his Originators 400 ENTERTAINMENT FEATURES Music and Entertainment for Every Occasion The Harvey Orchestras, Inc. Cope Harvey, Pres. 7 South Dearborn Street State 6921 THE CI4ICAG0AN 39 Jjjwkm - JheGiMcrntiJ (Park,- 7h£QMmh (isrdm- 71ie 7aj Wahid- lake myriEVmm Hotel ia h Ommofx monies in a Southside cinema; local negrophiles have purchased more than a thousand copies of it in two months. Uniformed chauffeur driving Rolls through shopping crowd at State and Adams: "Get the hell out of the way." Overalled driver of horse-drawn truck following immediately. "Heads up, folks — that off horse is blind as a bat." Tornado insurance rates on property east of Western avenue are negligible, the lake affording — experts say — guar antee against wind disaster. Discovery IT has been our good fortune to dis cover what happens when a hook- and-ladder company loses control of its rear truck while in full motion. This burning question was answered oblig ingly — and happily, too, for that matter — by a particularly headlong unit of the G. F. D. observed at noon on Dear born street. The old Polk Street station loomed directly in front of the speeding ap paratus. A difficult turn East or West on Polk was in prospect. At this criti cal moment the rear driver, no doubt preparing himself for the test, clutched the wheel so tightly that it parted con nection with its mounting, clattered to the pave and rolled in zig-zag fashion toward the curb. Here, as if all had been rehearsed for a Sennett camera, a particularly small and excited Western Union messenger scooped it up and sprinted as rapidly as its considerable weight would permit to the blinking fireman sitting foolishly atop the crimson vehicle. The latter, it is interesting to note, had stopped in little more than its length. Cards A FINANCIAL institution large in affairs of the Town reveals itself a practitioner of a most occult psy chology. This bank's gentlemen's smoking room is handsomely equipped, books, magazines, leather-covered chairs, every thing. But no cards! Card playing is rigorously prohibited. There are no card tables. One must not even dis play a deck of cards in the lounge. The woman's retiring room is splen didly done, also. Books, magazine, leather-covered chairs. Cards? Of course! Card tables are conveniently provided for guests who might relish a hand or two at bridge. The reason we presume is to be found in some more astute and elab- Those who Summer abroad will Winter in . . . BERMUDA A new American fancy, this winter siesta in Bermuda . . . and the 48 hours each way. A sailing every Wednesday and Saturday on the new 20,000 ton motorship "Bermuda" and the famous "Fort Victoria." Round trip fares from $70; inclusive rates on application. 1FIJMW1ESS CBetmudcLJwe. itehall St. 565 Fifth Ave., New York or any Authorised Agent I ET his appreciation be gen uine this Christmas. A distinctive stock of men's ac cessories — shirts — ties — hose, with an atmosphere conducive to leisurely selection due to our second floor location. Scheyer Tailored Suits and Overcoats — reduced 25% Sundell-Thornton Kimball Bldg. Chicago 40 TUE CHICAGOAN Now selling all remaining fall and winter model gowns, wraps and coats at one-half price. 6 N. Michigan Ave. Chicago Fred M. Lund Jeweler Rare Gems and Pearls Unusual Diamonds For Betrothal Rings 31 NORTH STATE STREET SUITE 501 615 SOUTH MICHIGAN Importer Madame Sonia extends an invita' tion to visit her shop and select unusual Christmas presents con' sisting of unique Costume Jew elry, Ladies' Handbags, Imported Leather Goods, Objets d'art and Perfumery. 416 S. Michigan Ave. orate psychological finding than comes to mind as these lines are written. XXX THE bootleg business grows in creasingly urbane. For years now its' magnates have cooed to the caresses of the holiday season and given out presents to valued customers. Yet only the other week, according to our certain knowledge, has the pro fession spread out wings of song to in clude verse in as tasty a . sales-talk as has fallen on these delighted ears in many a twelvemonth. We quote from a handsome deckle edge announcement of a change of 'phone numbers by a prominent liquor merchant. The concluding stanza (there are a great many stanzas) must suffice : "And in the meantime, I contend That Life's foremost and only end Is to be of good cheer. And there's a bit of liquid Heaven At the other end of (SOMething 6677!" Well, not to be outdone in the mat' ter of so handsome a gesture, we coun ter with a proposed slogan: DO YOUR XXXMAS SHOPPING EARLY ! The G-S Follies IN the Grand Street Follies (and we trust they are still in town when this issue gets on the stands) is perfect commentary on the woes of the small orchestra cursed with the task of push' ing the ardent and uncompromising composer of today. The curtain rises on a fifteen piece band variously equipped with sirens, cowbells, clack- ers, frying pans, rattles, and gongs. The players are attired in faultless eve ning dress. Before the band stands a composite version of Bodanzky, Honeg' ger, and Casella, baton in hand. At the left a spinsterish soprano soloist simperingly waits for her cue. The conductor wriggles for attention and at a snap of his stick band and soloist, as' sisted by the regular theatre orchestra, hop into action. The soprano, jumping from mad interval to interval, bleats in' ane blank verse. The orchestra attains a mighty culinary climax and subsides in lunatic whisperings. And the hell of it is that it sounds too much like a Pro-Musica evening anywhere in the world. These folk pick a show — any night will do — go to it on impulse, and cheerfully accept as part of the ven ture whatever box office culls may be had at the ticket window. Theatre is a lark, an adventure, an experience. And, occasionally, a de lightful impromptu. More prudent theatregoers, however, consult a competent review before hand. They select a definite evening. And then, out of a thorough knowl edge of the suave practice of the Town, have recourse to Couthoui, Inc.,* for acceptable tickets. ^outhoui ^^^ for tickets ^^^k ^Branches at all the lead- >o^k ing hotels and clubs. r-P^P Start your Christmas shopping early — and right — by entering a subscript tion for him to POLO "The Magazine of the Game" $? for One Year; $8 for Two Years; $10 for Three Years Quigley Publishing Company 565 Fifth Avenue New York A MAGAZINE subscription for Christmas is, of course, a graceful and acceptable gift. rr*HE more so when that magazine is an ex- A tremely literate reflection of the worthwhile things of Chicago as well as a gaily written cri tique of its civilized interests. FOR the local reader, such a magazine is a contemporary and diverting commentator. For the reader away from the city, it is an index, a guide and an intelligent reaction to the Chicago environment. ONE can present such a gift for three dollars the year. Five dollars for two years. Be assured to do so conveys a very definite com pliment. THERE is no coupon. A letter, a check — and The Chicagoan goes forward for the new year with your notice. 6* For a slender figure Reach for a Lucky instead of a sweet9 It's toasted" No Throat Irritation -No Cough. © 1928, The American Tobacco Co., Manufacturers