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A S K MAN W H O O W N S O N TMCCWICACOAN THE VICTOR AUTOMATIC ELECTROLA RADIOLA, MODEL NINE-FIFTY-SIX ÀN EXPRE/JTCN €T EVERy- THING Y€IJ HAVE I I III I I IS HL/IC^WITH A CABINET WHC/E CCLCEEUL CHINE/E MCTIE LCNDI CH4CA4 TC 4Ny HOME ST EGER & SONS PIANO MFG. CO. 28 E. Jackson Blvd. TI4Q CHICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy ROSALIE— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Har- rison 6510. Jack Donahue and Marilyn Miller in a lavish and expansive Zieg' feld piece, to be reviewed. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. HELLO YOURSELF— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A pert, swift'moving, funny and agile college piece in the Good News tradition. Re' viewed by Charles Collins on page 28. Curtain 8:1?. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. L0VEL7 LADY— Garfick, 64 West Ran- dolph. Central 8240? Mitzi, and a very taking gal she is, sings and dances to live up to the title of the piece. She succeeds. A good evening's display. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. THE DESERT SOHG— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. A last year's hit presently to be replaced by another song and dance show called THE LUCKEE GIRL. MUSIC IH MAT— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. A highly touted Shubert exhibit moves songfully into the Great Northern. To be reviewed in an early issue. ' Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. ' Drama COQUETTE— Selwyn, 180 North Dear- born. Central 3404. Helen Hayes wist- ful and tragic in as moving a piece as has gathered the tear'drops this winter. By ali means. Curtain 8:30. Thursday and Saturday 2:30. THE FROHT PAGE— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. The loudest, lewd' est and funniest melodrama of the news' paper business extant to date. See it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. mat. only, 2:30. THE BATCHELOR FATHER— Black- stone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. A very amusing, if irregular piece, deal' ing with the offspring of a gay old biade more willing at the boudoir than at the aitar. Curtain 8:30. Sat. only, 2:30. THE TRIAL OF MART DUGAM— Adel- phi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A convincing melodrama wherein the blonde Ann Harding is accused of mur- der, tried, magnificently acquitted. Ex' cellent court stuff, well worth seeing; Cur- tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE WAR SONG— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 1880. Until Febni' ary 2 George Jessel will take ironie flings at the Great War in the Broadway man' ner. Accurate, brash and moving despite its hoakum. Curtain 8:30. Sat. only, 2:30. APPEARANCES— Princess, 159 South Clark. Central 8240. This play, Writ' ten by a colored bell'boy is a combina' tion of New Thought, melodrama, court THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Guests, by Cedi Ogren Cover Current Entertainment for the fort' night ending February 9 Page 2 For the Inner Chicagoan 4 Notes and Comment By Martin J. i^uigley 7 The New Motors, by The Pedestrian 9 Bohemia ON Paper, by Samuel Putnam 11 The External Feminine, by Mary Petty 12 The South Shore Country Club, by William D. Borden 13 A Poetig Acceptance, by Donald Plant 14 Moment Musical, by Robert Pollak.... 15 TWENTY'FIRST Century Furniture, by Lester Gaba :.~ 16 Express to Evanston, by Burton Browne 18 "The Chicagoan's" Town Talk 19 The Cutout Family,1 by Cathrine O'Brien 20 Terpsichore Rampant, by Garrett Price 22 Col. R. R. McCormick— Chicagoan, by Francis C. Coughlin 23 Sweet Charity, by Don Clyde 24 Men's Fashions, by Clarence Biers 25 Carrying on at Cary, by The Roving Reporter .-.-. 26 Interview Intime, by John Gihon 27 A Page of Stage, by Nat Karson 28 The Stage, by Charles Collins 29 Paris en Passant, by E. S. Kennedy.... 30 Music, by Robert Pollak 32 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 34 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 36 Books, by Susan Wilbur 38 0 É ( room pathos and whatnot. And it af- fords Doe Doe Green, comedian, with a vehicle for some of the funniest humor ever displayed in these parts. Try it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SCARLET WOMAN.— Gort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. Pauline Frederick in a very competent and en tertaining performance is approved by Charles Collins on page 28 of this issue. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wèd. 2:30. SIX CHARAGTERS Di SEARCH OF A>{ AUTHOR — Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. Central 7085. A dif- ficult tragedy splendidly done moves Prof. Collins to more specific and higher praise on page 28. Curtain 8:20. Mat Friday 2:20. DIAMOND LIL— New Apollo, 74 West Randolph. Central 8240. Mae West, who is as famous for her plays as Dorothy Parker is for her intimations, appears in a boob'fetcher to open a new theatre. THIS THING CALLED LOVE— Woods, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A fairly witty comedy showing Violet Hem- ing, Minor Watson and Juliette Day. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. STUDEBAKER— 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. Shakespearian plays admirably cast. The first, THE MER CHANT OF VENICE with George Arliss until February 4 and the Strat- ford-on'Avon Festival players for two weeks longer. REVIVALS— Minturn Central, 64 East Van Buren, Harrison 5800; Chateau, Broadway at Grace, Lakeview 7170; Ked- sie, 3202 West Madison, Kedzie 1134. These theatres re-offer last year's notablc hits and afford a chance for the negli- gent theatre-goer to complete his sched ule of plays. Ali pretty well done. Cali theatres themselves for program informa- tion. Vaudeville THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph State 6977. Headliners on the Keith- Albee circuit, and many of them head liners indeed. Twice daily 2:15 and 8:15. Telephone for weekly programs STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. Orpheum circuit vaudeville comparable to the Palace program. Cali the box office for timely information. CINEMA UNJTED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — A smart cinema. The orchestra has gone but the melody lingers on. Con- tinuous. McVICKERS — 25 W. Madison — Where Balaban 8? Katz exhibit what they believe to be their best pictures. Continuous. (CONTINUED ON PAGE FOUR] Ttttt rnir»rn*u Martin T Ouigley. Publisher and Editor; published f ortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chi cago ifl New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office, Union Oil Building. San Francisco Office: Russ Building. Subscription $3.00 annually, sfnrfe conies 15c Voi VI. No. IO— for the Fortnight ending February 9. (On sale February 26.) Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, smgle "pies 15C. ost:officrat Chicago 111., under the act of Wch 3, 1879. [The Chxcagoan's telephone number is Harrison Ó036-7-8.] TU E CHICAGOAN oAn Invitation to attend the GENERAL MOTORS EXHIBIT at the Stevens Hotel, Michigan Avenue between 7th and 8th Streets, Chicago During the Week of January 26 to February 2— Complete Showing of General Motors Products including The Ne. CADILLAC ^N- La S ALLE The New FLEETWOOD 4 TMECUICAGOAN ROOSEVELT— 110 N. State — Where good pictures go when McVickers be- comes too big for them. Continuous. CHICAGO — State at Lake — Again the hippodrome of pre-jazz days, and stili a hippodrome. More or less continuous. ORIENTAL— 20 West Randolph— Former abode of Paul Ash, whose band is stili there and stili the best stageband in Town. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — Pleas- ant, quiet, and strictly a cinema. ORPHEUM — State at Monroe — AH the pictures, and most of the customers, talk. GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon— Best cinema North. MARBRO— 4100 W. Madison — Best cine ma West. AVALON — 79th at Stony Island — Best cinema South. TABLES BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Harrison 4300. An inn long known as a kind of institute of civilization. Al- ways a high point. Margraffs music. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. Largest of Chicago hotels, the Stevens is nicely geared down to meet individuai requirements. The Stevens AH Star Orchestra plays to dinérs and dancers in the main dining room from 6:30 to 9:30 p. m. Stalder is headwaiter. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A show place wise to the boulevard and gleaming to the reputation of Peacock Alley and the Bal- loon Room. Johnny Hamp's smooth band. Ray Barrette is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A centrally located stopping place, very gracious, very comfortable. An exceptionally good orchestra — formai mu sic. Juan Muller is maitre d'hotel. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— Marine Dining Room. Longbeach 6000. An eminently respectable dining and dancing choice. Nice people. A competent band under the baton of Ted Fiorito. William is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260, 3818, 3819. A very worldly place, late and lively. Entertainers, hostesses, Professor Eddie Jackson's negro band and good dancing space. Southern and Chi- nese cookery. Gene Harris is headwaiter. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. The dancingest of ali night places, young, alert, innocent, live ly and crowded. Guy Lombardo's swoon- ing rhythms, happy customers, late hours. Better reserve a table in advance for a week-end night. Billy Leather is head waiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. A highly selective Russian night place off ering superb food, splendid service, novel entertainment and the best night people. Reserve week-end tables early in the week. Khmara is mas' ter of ceremonies. Kinsky is chief servi- tor. CLUB APEX— 330 East 35th. Douglas 4878. A black and tan patronized by nice people out for a lark. Only if you like that sort of thing, and then — fine. Jimmy Noone's band. Frankie Sine is headwaiter. SUHSET CAFE— Across the Street from i Apex. A larger and livelier colored- white club, pleasantly unrefined with some of the best people and some of the less best. Mistuh Porter is headwaiter. Charley Edgar's band. Try it some night. CHEZ PIERRE— Ontario and Fairbanks Court. Superior 1347. An old and popular refuge against sleep. Floór show, dining, dancing and considerable entertainment. The patronage of con- firmed night livers and sight-seers alike Music by Hoffman. Paul is headwaiter. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. A late purveyor to the wakeful in the Wil son Avenue district, the Mill boasts Solly Wagner's band, a slick dance floor, enter tainers, a lavish revue and satisfied cus tomers. Dave Bondi is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. A well known place, sometimes a bit middle-aged, but offering the best en tertainment available, usually by authentic stage stars. Braun is headwaiter. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. A late, intimate, tuneful club frequented by genu ine sun dodgers and discreetly merry un til the morning paper thumps on the door. Very good .people. Saturday only. Dick Reed is headwaiter. CHAUVE SOURIS CLUB — 1137 South Halsted. Monroe 2271. New and Rus sian in a colorful district, this club is making something of a name for itself. A Gypsy orchestra. Closes in time for Sunday school. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 North Clark. Delaware 1456. A joint guaranteed to keep any party awake. Try it. KELLT'S STABLES — Rush at Austin. Delaware 2142. The noisiest night place in Chicago, which is probably the noisi est in the universe. Crowded, informai (oh, very), Greek letter and cheap. Ali the gingerale you can drink for a dollar. Johnny Makeley is headwaiter. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. The glitter of the genuine gold coast, wealthy, suave, aloof, impeccable. John Birgh is head waiter. DRAKE HOTEL — Lakeshore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. One of the places where you al ways meet someone you know, comfortable, highly proper, en- joyable, complete. Excellent music. Nota' ble service and cuisine. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. GRAYLINGS — 410 North Michigan. Whitehall 7600. A deft and accept- able victualry, pleasant, well attended by good people and most conveniently situ- ated. Food is apt to be more to f eminine than masculine taste, but it is, neverthe- less excellent. NINÈ HUHDRED—A new and admirable restaurant, formai for dinner, which con- sistently numbers the best people among its patrons. As the name indicates, 900 North Michigan. Within healthful walk- ing distance for lunch. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. An alert and reliable inn long a favorite with dwellers on the mid-north side. Competent food, service, appointments. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. A superior dinner choice anywhere on the south side, an easy jaunt out from the Loop. Extremely Ealatable French cooking. Dinner music y Joska de Barbary. RAPHAEL'S— 7913 Stony Island Avenue. Regent 1000. A lavishly appointed dine and dance place on the far south side. In these days of crowded refuges Raphael's remains comfortably spacious and leis- urely. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. An aware choice for a downtown dinner, from 6 to 8 a string quartette of formai concert quality and dishes in the American style. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL — 316 Federai. Webster 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 din ing. Mons. Max is headwaiter and an expert guide to the cuisine. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. German dishes sumptu- ously 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 Marna Julien, now, alas, a widow. A show place, mildly. The dinner promptly at 6:30. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton. Delaware 2592. Highly notable edibles lovingly done in an exclusive eating place mostly in formai dress. Louis Steffins is table chief. FRASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. A pleasant, competent Italian restaurant with deft service, nice people, notable dishes. JIM IRELAHD'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. Delaware 4144. Sea foods in profusion until 4 a. m. or thereabouts. An after-theatre choice alike satisfying to soul and to esophagus. 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. 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 appiè sauce yet to fall victim to this investiga- tor. Selah! CAFE DE LA MARINE— 6846 Stony Island Avenue. A new and wakeful sea food establishment, sovereign prescription for after night club hunger on the south side. George Scolum is manager. SALLY'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. A break fast place with no reservations and few inhibitions patronised by a gay night gang until, say. 9 a. m. Merry. Impromptu. Amusing. TI4ECWICAG0AN 5 *S\ DEL1GHTFVL and m- formai laboratory what the plays 0/ Chicago wriurs are tested and commentai on by sìpllcd crafts- men is the Playwright't Theater, founded by Mw Gerstenberg who 11 also preudent of the organ- tzatum. Below, Miss Gerstenberg u thoum iwrh Mr. Robert A. Kasper, wee-president 0/ the Theater and utth Mrs. Kaspa. 1» pvbÌKtty director 9o TOUNDED in iQiiby Mi. i Cerjfenberg and Miss Annette Wajhburne, the Junior Leagut Theater /or Children u hemg car net} on unth great success. The play noui betng produced at the Harris Theater ewry Saturday morning u the guarnì "Rac^etty Pac\ctty House ' BciowareMtss Dorothy W egena and Mrs. Boyd Hill rehearjmg a scene from the play d/lUCE GERSTEHBERG. akhough author 0/ two novefs, one re-pubhshed in England, « best fcioum for her play. "Ovatoncs." which critici aecìatm as a forcrunner of modera pJayu-riimg. She mas a pioneer m the Little Theater movement and her 30 one-act plays and severa! long ptayi in thu country and Europe number more than 3.000 paformances. not including vaudeville production!. Ha dramatization, "Alice in Wonderland," the estabiished version on Broadway, hai nou> bècn added to Henry Jewetts Repertory Art Theater in Boston Looking across the footlights mitii 1 1 Iìa^ Alice ije/tàleab (Jilccujo Phupi)/dqhi te*g Cheer Upl Better C P Nights Are Corning •orium During J»uary. RV ASHTON STEVENS. . . 1 ..... niiMof ,hat »me,hmB . ' , i0,et< oi «Il «rtós^arcss» ! V^^effl \ , „,sit irom Grorge C. '>'" , hir.ng 1 ' and a v,s" . ...»rv reasonable nopc ul . . I .old me that he has ,' „«kj' showing ol I"» • _ lata in January io' » «.talk» Gordon £«« »d,., pfod lì0, o Totaoy ^ jnd •Th« Front P"*"; . ^f usial H»*W,"i"n oi ^'Vr" T»t «W — Iff-S S 'VTt-,% •ingular and <"eIr^in»o;c conerà THREE things enter into the success of any theatrical production," says Miss Gerstenberg, "The play, the audience, the critic. . . . And almost the rarest of these, to my judgment, is the understanding critic ! "How important to both audience and playwright that the critic have a sound knowledge of the drama, and long experience in the theatre. Such as Ashton Stevens' of the Herald and Examiner, right here in Chicago. "Stage folk li\e Mr. Stevens. Audiences trust him. Playwrights and producers respect his opinion. And I do not know anyone who writes of the theatre with more love for it, or a better understanding of it than Ashton Stevens. I read his column regularly." Do you follow Ashton Stevens* entertaining dramatic reviews in the Herald and Examiner? He is one'of the most popular critics in America. "What does Stevens say about it?"— is an oft-repeated question when a new play comes to towa For Ashton Stevens knows his Cohan and his Shakespeare, and his public knows he knows them! See the column at the left for a sample of his delightful criticai style in the Herald and Examiner every morning. Along the South American trail of the President-elect "*l."óu>r» 28«Ì"V ~»"° ,h"' ', and. I P .,nBu... - _„r/S°ònc'ca'l I Monda?. Ia"u*'j| hop..' «duci which >hr ""." hi. ouill or tht.hr sane »" V J2.50. «"«ti " ,h.n «h. »3*ikim« «• 5h< top f^X 1W Kttool», g bird oi u»»01" E,gUou5 di«u.«. e.» J"»1™^ „cur..on.!tl 'HJSJ "'n ".mbSuo»» f\ A President-elect began his tour of South America to cement the friendship of two great continents. With him went a delegation of the most famous reporters in the world . . . among them, Arthur Hachten of the Chicago Herald and Examiner. At the same time, the Herald and Examiner sensed a desire on the part of its readers for information more complete than traveling reporters could give . . . How far-reaching in South America are the activities of the United States . . wherein lies their romance . . what do they signify? Therefore— exclusively in the Herald and Examiner— began to appear the first of a great series of interview- articles by Earl Reeves, noted author, editor, war corre»- pondent and magajine writer. These articles, which "move along the South American trail of the President-elect," have stirred the interest of busi ness men who follow world commerce . . . of students and professore of economico and politics. This type of service, given you in addition to the news reporting routine of a newspaper, is one of the things that sets the Herald and Examiner apart from other newspaperi. And its great staff provides more than 435,000 familie» with a newspaper full of interesting news, alert editorial comment and pleasant mental réereation every morning. If you are not familiar with it now, read a Herald and Examiner tomorrow. Enjoy it. You will malte it a morning habit. 6 THE. CHICAGOAN If Fm going somewhere I want to know how " Il T OTHING spoils my temper like a detour / y sign. Time was when I went motoring, I had a perfect talent for striking bad roads, and blocked highways. Indeed, my car changed from a pert little run-about, to a nerv- ous turn-about. But ali this is changed now. I know where Fin going. And what the roads are like. And the quickest way to get there. If youVe contemplating a motor trip of any kind, Fd advise you read Robert Libby Kaufman's information on Road Conditions, throughout the country. You'll enjoy his informative articles on motor matters, in the CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL 04ICAG0AN RESPECT for the law involves, it seems to us, respect for the verdicts of the courts of law, as well as the little matter of, for instance, refraining from taking a pot'shot at the first police officer who may heave into sight. Not so, however, with many of our most righteous citi' Zens. A court of law pronounced the innocence of Col. Robert W. Stewart of the Standard Oil Company of Indiana. But this pronouncement did not square with the previously arrived at conclusions of the populace. So Col. Stewart stands convicted. Following this, we may observe the unusual spectacle of the younger Rockefeller, one of the world's richest men, marching in the vanguard of an outraged populace, leading it to stili more pronounced opinions to the effect that if a prominent figure in the public eye is considered guilty by them, and is not found guilty, the errar must be with the courts of justice. A rich man, once finding himself in the courts, must perform the miracle of the carnei and the eye of the needle if he is to escape with reputation untarnished — a fact with which ali of the members of the Rockefeller family, with the possible exception of this younger idealist, doubtlessly are familiar. ? THE safety director of the Insull companies has placed the comic paragraphers of the press under severe obli' gations to him with the statement that the ice man in his daily work leads a life three times more dangerous than that of the average industriai worker. The ice man joke, after long and valuable service, has not lately had its retirement disturbed by even the most reckless paragraphers. But now, with this new refresh- ment, we may again expect to find it doing business at the old stands. ? THE diligence of the newspapers in acquainting the American public with details of equestrian accidents involving the British royal family has made it an accepted fact with the public that horsemanship is not an attribute of the house of George V. These diligent reports, however, not being comprehen- sive records of the events of the hunts in England, f ail conspicuously to make plain that a fall while out hunting is neither an event of rarity nor is it necessarily a matter of legitimate reproach as far as the horsemanship of the victim is concerned. Falls out hunting are a naturai if not a necessary acconti- paniment of the sport. While the obscure esquire of the English hunts is not figuring in the headlines he is never' theless making unwelcomed contact with the turf at about the same rate as the heralded mishaps of his royal masters. And the rate, in either case, is one that the best American hunters out with an English pack may only aspire to. ? OUTSIDE of the prohibition laws the most difficult statutes to enforce are the anti'gambling measures, which fact, without any lengthy excursion into the law and order subject, may be traceable to the common fallacy of both. Gambling — honest gambling — is wrong only by statute, thereby establishing relationship with the onetime art and present practice of the use of alcoholic beverages. Chicago is now immersed in another anti'gambling cru' sade, successor to the few hundred that have gone before. The authorities seem suddenly to discover that it is as easy to lay a bet as to buy a newspaper or a package of rigar' ettes, the attitude of sudden discovery being only a matter of public policy because it simply admits what everyone knows. Telephone and telegraph company officials are being subjected to an inquisition. They are compelled, per' f unctorily, to assume a bland and wondering attitude. For' mal and meaningless assurances must be made and then the inquiry goes on to the next step. Like ali previous investigations, iti will become stormy and heated; a few petty gambling places will be locked up and, possibly, a few nominai fines will be paid. There will be a certain lull in actìvities; strangers will be peered at more intently as they come in to make a bet. This restful period will serve only to provide a momentary relaxation against the renewed actìvities that will presently ensue. These inquiries doubtlessly gladden the heart of reform. However desirable this may be, especially if it would brighten the countenances of these guardians of their neigh' bors, it simply does not lead to this thing called solution. The trouble is with the law, not how it is written or how it is enforced or not enforced — but the very fact of its existence. An attempt to stop ali gambling, from LaSalle Street to the Wilson Avenue District, would be both ridiculous and impossible. By comparison, the prohibition record would be a howling success. The only sane and sensible course is to concentrate the efforts now being wasted in anti' gambling actìvities and direct them against practìces of dishonesty, realizing that gambling in one form or another is an inescapable accompaniment of life as lived on this planet. — MARTIN J. QUIGLEY 8 THE CHICAGOAN shopping at saks-fifth avenue is like sttting at the cafe de la prix—you'// see every thing that is any- thing — not to mentìon every body who is anybody. Saks-Fifth Avenue New York TUE CHICAGOAN Meet the Automobiles A Backstage lnsfaectìon of Leading Performers at the Goliseum By THE PEDESTRIAN AS these lines are written, show i\ automobiles are being warped into the Coliseum, a kind of arrang- ing of mechanical horses by hurried grooms. And if automobiles are less fractious and mettlesome than horses, they are at least as difficult to lead to their proper stalls; they re- quire infinite patience in man agement. On January 26, these cars go on public display in the show ring. Wandering at leisure in the motor paddock, the observer cannot but no- tice an increasing ad' mixture of the thor- oughbred in the au- tomobile breed. Cars this year are longer of body, deeper of chest, and slimmer of flank. Even the pony class is sleeker of coat. And, looking over the whole assembly, one is conscious of an increase in power, an impression quickly corroborated when one consults engine ratings. It is at once apparent that eight cylinders will roar throughout 1929 in an increasing crescendo. Pierce' Arrow has gone over to the eights; Packard continues with a line of them, standard, de luxe and custom; Studc baker presents the Commander eight, the President eight and the Dictator six (one wonders about the ultimate highest title in the Studebaker hier' archy). The Dictator holds an im- pressive series of records in the stock car performance field. Graham'Paige introduces a new eight, Model 827. DODGE, Pontiac, Essex, Graham' Paige, Willys-Knight, Durant, Stutz, Studebaker and Pierce-Arrow present new lines. Dodge adds a Standard six and retains the Senior six — notable last year. Durant pre' sents two six cylinder cars in the $1,000 field geared to four speeds, a somewhat surprising flourish on the part of Durant engineers. The Gra ham'Paige eight is an important job, a well set, competent youngster. Buick, to revert to horsely simile, already used in this survey, retains the brood mare lines of last year and in' troduces a new four passenger coupé, the 18th car in the Buick stable and a tribute to the company's silver anniver' sary. The new Buick filly, together with her silver anni' colts, ifth powerful than any stablemate in her class before; retains the traditional valve-in-head motor— $1,500 to $2,000. De Soto goes in pleasantly for Span- ish names. The De Lujo six is the newest and flashiest of the Hidal- gos sponsored by Chrysler — runs from $845 to $955. BUT cast an eye on the Stutz Blackhawk if you would raise a cheer. One can have a Blackhawk six or a Blackhawk eight (no charge for the extra brace of cylinders) . The Blackhawk has a transmission of 10 THE CHICAGOAN four forward speeds, ali of them fast. To make doubly sure it is equipped with the "noback," a device which pre' vents the backward roll off hill or silo. An extremely low center of gravity, steel running boards, triplex glass, four eminently reliable brakes, worm gear and a new gasoline pump. Seven bodies in the Blackhawk line are put out by Le Baron and three by Wey mann. One may ride the Blackhawk with immense nonchalance if only one pays $2,350 to $2,950 first, or fur- nishes the equivalent in acceptable collateral. La Salle, too, is out with a breath- taking chariot. It carries everything but a bathtub, screened porch and coffee percolator. To begin with the motor is V'type and eight cylinders. Eleven Fisher bodies and two Fleet' woods make up the line. The shab' biest of these equipages list as reguhr equipment, adjustable foot rail, side cowl ventilatore, eight day clock, an electric fuel gauge on the dash, a light control on the steering wheel hub, dome lights, quarter lights, a vanity set, a rigar lighter, a smoking set, automatic radiator shutters and a tan' dem window cleaner. Otherwise it's a complete enough vehicle. BUT if La Salle takes the breath, Packard takes the eye. On the littered Coliseum floor, with cars awry ali over the place, the snooty Packard streamline stands out like evening dress at a motorman's convention. Even the de luxe eight which spans 145 1/5 inches of wheel base — which is a record for something — looks trig, blythe, elegant. The Standard and Custom eights in the present Packard offering turn over 90 and 105 horsc power respectively. Nobody seems to know what a de luxe eight will turn in. At least none of the tugging gen' tlemen who are arranging cars for ex' hibitìon. Piercc Arrow comes by on 143 inches of wheelbase. Cars of this stretch register 125 horsepower and can hit 85 miles if stepped on. New body designs boast the largest shoulder room available in a pleasure car, arched Windows, ampie head space. The familiar Pierce' Arrow line is re" tained. Fortunately, there was noth' ing to the rumor of abolishing the symbolical long'horn lights. And at prices from 28 to 82 hundred dollars. Lincoln holds substantially to the Lincoln dimensions of other years. The radiator looks deeper and a little narrower, perhaps it is only an opti' cai illusion. Under the hood a new rubber engine mounting is claimed for the rear motor support, and it well may be so; this observer did not look. But it is refreshing to record that the splendid Lincoln compactness remains unmistakably. Lincoln, like an old friend, does not change. CADILLAC, like Lincoln, is coni' paratively unchanged. It is quiet, powerful, good looking and ex' tremely reliable. Prices this year range from $3,300 to $4,000. Bodies by Fleetwood come higher, $4,100 to $6,000. Hudson daszles the observer with improvements. The Hudson engine, never too sturdy, has been hopped up 11 horses. Hudson now turns in 91 hp. on the block. And there are 64 other improvements — again taken on trust. Potential buyers who overlook Hudson are very likely to overlook something extremely worth while. The same goes for Essex, a 55 hp. job with a lot to go with it. Something has happened around the Hudson plant during 1928. The cars show it. Down in the light weight competi' tion, Chevrolet is snootìng its neigh' bors — one suspects ali lightweight cars of living beyond their income. Chevrolet is out with six cylinders, in- troduced early in the winter and stili a polished guest. Standard equip' ment assembles: gas gauge and wind' shield wiper, steel discs, balloon tires, smoking set, rear view mirrar and a lock. Upholstery is in corduroy and mohair. Metal parts exposed to weathering are chromium plated — such elegance! Whippet fours and sixes are high toned, too. The six turns up 50 hp. while the lowly four does ten for each cylinder. Whippet steering gear has undergone a radicai redesigning. Press blurbs advertise the "finger con' trai" whereby one sounds the horn, operates the lights and starts the mo tor ali at once, if it's a bet, by fiddling with a dingus on the steering hub. BUT Ford— Ah Ford! Humble Lizzie has become Madame Elisa* beth, though not on the Coliseum floor. The Ford exhibit is exclusive that way. Chief among Ford innovatìons is the appearance of a model intended to be driven by a chauffeur — what uncanny light this may suggest into the auto mobile saturation problem, your ob server is not able to say. He suggests, however, a research into the available supply of chauffeurs; he suggests speculation in chauffeur futures. Ford also shows a taxicab. Also a station wagon, and a new town sedan and cabriolet. But that custoni'made chauffeur- driven Lizzie will not down. It domi- nates an impression of the Ford exhibit. Its passenger compartment af- fords space for three people, nicely walled way from the driver by triplex glass. An arm rest, mirrar and note- book offer comfort to the rider. The whole is trimmed in English bedford cord. The town sedan is a long, low, swanky job with three Windows and four doors. The driver's seat is move- abie. And the car comes in colors, in a variety of colors. . . Yet wait! The cabriolet with a rumble seat becomes a de luxe sport coupé. Windows are nickel-trimmed! The top folds and may be deposited beneath the vision of riders in the rumble! A belt mould- ing exactly marks the equator of the new car. Now, indeed, is time to stop. THE CHICAGOAN n Bohemia On Paper An Insfiection, from Mid-Channe1, of Life on the Left Bank By SAMUEL PUTNAM «r> HICAGO'S BOHEMIA." The V-/ phrase is rattled off glibly now by the morning rewrite man. By the latter, it is vaguely applied to a sector bounded, roughly, by the river on the south, by Division Street on the north, by Clark Street on the west and by Lake Michigan on the east — to this sector and to a mystic "colony" that is supposed to populate it, composed of the proverbially long-haired male and his by this time thoroughly f ashionable "boy-bobbed" companion, who are sup posed to spend their nights in reading Dowson, verifying Freud and sipping orange-pekoe. The phrase is a good one to employ on either of two occasions: (1) When a lady who looks as if she might, once upon a time, by any wildest stretch of the reportorial imag' ination, have qualified as an "artist's model" gets into what, in the pictur- esque argot of the district, is known as "dirt," the said soil being accumu' lated on the legendary "near'northside"; (2) When a gentleman belonging to one of the less remunerative walks of life — such as writing free verse or exhorting at the Dill Pickle — achieves the lasting distinction of being con' nected with some one or something that breaks into print. The "artist's model," quite likely, may never have posed for anything more futuristic than a tintype, while the gentleman is simply one of the nameless-here'for'evermore variety. It makes no difference. "Chicagos Bo' hemia" makes good reading the next morning for the weary broker, stenog' rapher or boot'and'shoe salesman en route to the quotidian chore. After ali, hasn't New York its "Village"? A trite enough Village, to be sure, to one who views it minus the proverbiai pathos of distance, but stili — Well, are we going to let those New York lads get away with something? Not if we know about it! Chicago, then, shall have its "Bohemia," and whoever or No, not Witwer — Witwer's got a group mind" 12 THE CHICAGOAN whatever happens in it shall be — must be — "Bohemian. " THERE are, of course, Bohemias and Bohemias, and Chicago has had a number of the more advertised variety that were not situated, geographically, north of the river. There was the old Fiftyseventh Street art colony, — but that is a story in it' self; there was — and probably is yet — the Washington Park "Bug Club"; and there was and is a sort of proletarian, I. W. W. Bohemia west of the Madison Street bridge. But it is the "near' northside" that has won, and holds, the rewrite'man's affections. Let us see what this particular slice of "Bo hemia" is like. In the first place, the near'northside is the more or less inevitable fate of many youths from the Cornbelt, and it not infrequently becomes their ultimate fate as well. The word "fate" is used advisedly, for they have small choice in the matter. The south and west sides practically do not exist for them. Our newcomer friend knows, of neces' sity, the Loop, that by day rumbling, clanking, honking madhouse, which once was as glittering as a shiny new Detroit, by night, but which now be' comes a canyoned sepulcher, when the elevators are through dropping and the mail'chutes are stili, when the per' manent'waved Steno has given place to the tangled'mane scrubwoman, and when the forest of skyscrapers has be- come an enchanted city of the dead. He knows the Loop and, beyond the Boulevard Link Bridge, he discovers usually not a somewhat run'down lodg' ing'house district, but rather, the thing which he has come to the city to find: "My opinion of you, madame, is that first of ali you ne ed a mud bath." uUcv^'^tr those Lights which keep the old folks back home sitting up nights. IF he is the ordinary thwarted plow- follower, our lad will be content with North Clark Street, with an occasionai expedition to the peep'shows and shooting-galleries (though they are fast disappearing) of West Madison and South State Streets. But if he is looking, as he conceivably may be, for something more than this, if he is one of those youths we hear of in books who has Dreamed a Dream over the straddle'row or the sulky, if he has seen a Vision beckoning, a Vision of an environment in which people read something later than "The Crossing of the Bar" and do not blush to talk about what they read, and where even operas, symphonies and painting exhibits are not an indubitable sign of masculine effemination, — if he is one of these, then he makes the discovery of that other Northside, a Northside as differ' ent from his former Riverview Park heaven as a cat is different from a canary. For there are two northsides, — in fact, there are a hundred of them, — and one barely suspects the existence of another. But it is the northside of basement "studios" and ginfests, of amber tearooms and tired radicals, of open forums and little theatre yearners — it is this latter magenta'tinged terrain that the newcomer we have been de- scribing ends by discovering, and which the newspaper rewrite man discovered some years ago. Our friend does not remain long in that hall'bedroom of his. He speedily exchanges it for a "studio," though heaven only knows what it is he proposes to study, while the difference between the two abodes may be a dif' f erence in name alone. It is then, how ever, that he meets the Interpretation of Dreams and begins to quote Edna St. Vincent Millay, until he is soon able to discourse as uncomprehendingly as any of the rest on any topic from "Sister Carne" to "The Decline of the West," the latter being a universal favorite. If our friend is wise (which, the chances are, he isn't) , he will soon come to know that the strayed stenographers and sub'basement clerks around him are — in despite of Cynara and ali her passion, in spite of the quantities of gin they consume and the quantities of pseudo-Freud they talk — stenographers and sub'basement clerks. If , as we say, he is wise, he will learn ali this; but the newspaper rewrite'man never will — or if he does, hell never teli. THE CHICAGOAN 13 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry VII. — The South Shore Country Club By WILLIAM D. BORDEN B ECAUSE it is Chicago's most ex' pansive landmark, because in the category of clubs to which it belongs it is unobtrusively unique, because it is precisely what it is, we nominate to the Hall of Famed Clubs, Father Dear' born's own South Shore Country Club. Even if its name did not bespeak its municipal longitude and latitude, its locus would be no secret to this gener' ation. A host of members and guests have partaken of the hospitality, friend' liness and good cheer that prevail within. More than one passerby has tarried to contemplate its external en' chantment. In no sense ancient as an institution, it has, in the twentytwo years since its nativity, achieved a de gree of distinction which transcends its mere corporate entity and physical pos' sessions. South Shore is, perhaps, the only country club in the world situated en' tirely within the limits of a city. City streets and boulevards form its south, west and north boundaries. Lake Michigan, on the east, assures it of f ree dom from overtowering apartments and beehive tradesmen. THE entrance gate, somewhat aus' tere and forbidding, is no index of that which waits beyond for those who possess the Open Sesame. Once past the gate, one faces a minature of the celebrated Mail in Manhattan's Cen- trai Park. To the left a doublé row of columns fashions a leafless Pomander Walk, while opposite, in faithful St. Augustine Spanish, is the building used for housing the employed retinue. On the extreme west two lines of poplars breathe of Paris and the Bois and the open pavilion for midsummer dancing is reminiscent of Armenonville. The formai gardens, resplendent in their seasonal bloom, are the proverbiai appiè of each members eye. Twentieth century efficiency and utility, convert' ing one of the sunken gardens into a frozen lake in winter, provide a ren' dezvous for the many and rabid skaters, fancy and otherwise. Under the building chairmanship of Chicago's go-getter, George F. Getz, and the architectural guidance of Ben- jamin Marshall of Edgewater Beach and Edgewater Golf fame, the present club house was completed in 1915. It is Colonial without as well as within, a spacious, rambling structure measur' ing four hundred feet from tip to tip. A T one end of the lobby promenade A is the mammoth dining room seat- ing five hundred without a tax on its capacity; at the other is the Solarium, cheerfully bright and brightly cheerful, capping its informality with a most in' formai, yellow'cased grand piano. The English Room charms with its mellow walls and Elizabethian trappings, while dose by is the sturdy grill, upholstered in red. Two Daingerfields, a Thaulow, a Le Sidoner and two Rangers are among the arresting canvases which grace the walls underneath the encircling mezza' nine balcony. A library, billiard room, resident'guest quarters and administra- tive omees consume the remainder of its cubie area. The originai club house, reared in 1906, is now a secondary building and contains bachelor rooms, an auxiliary dining room and tiers of "Nineteenth Holes." Though its gardens, fields and arbors are a naturai aviary for locai bird-life, South Shore's nimrods confine their en- thusiasm and markmanship to the clay pigeons in the trapshooting lodge. The club has been host to several state and international shoots. Golf is, of course, the common meeting'ground but riding, tennis and bathing each have their quota of devotees. SOUTH SHORFS ANNUAL HORSE SHOW and Horse Show Ball are a traditional contribution to the social calendar. For five days in June of each year Horse is King and the ball which marks the dose of the carnival of equine grace and beauty is always an event to teli the grandchil' dren about when the accumulated years have made the fireside more tempting than the saddle. The cinema holds sway on Thursdays and Sundays and dancing is not an oc casional gesture. The club's halls have reverberated to the bravos and plaudits for such guest artists as Tito Schipa, 14 THE CHICAGOAN "Pardon me, please, but have you noticed my husband around here any- wheref" Edith Mason, Lhevinne and Will Rogers. World celebrities have set at its fes tive board. Queen Marie of Roumania, her errant and unthroned son, Prince Carol, Governor Trumbull of Connecti cut (prospective father-in-law of Cal's son, John) and von Huenefeld, Koehl and Fitzmaurice, trans-Atlantic air heroes, are a few of the more recent ones. WILLIAM C. THORNE was the dub's first president and Scott M. Rogers now guides the ship of state. Lionel A. Bell, David T. Campbell, Jesse G. Chapline, Roy D. Keehn, E. J. Lehmann, O. W. Lehmann, Charles Pie*, Judge Danid P. Trude and Frank F. Winans are random reasons why South Shore is what it is. The resident major-domo is Ulyses S. Keens. He ist however, plain "Skeens" to everyone including himself. He is the Lord Overseer of the army of three hundred employees who keep South Shore spie and span and in mo- tion. At the end of the allotted twenty- f our hours he has nothing to do until tomorrow. We are glad we haven't got Skeens' job. Maybe South Shore is glad of that too. [NOTE: Mr. Borden's arride is the seventh in a series devoted to the study of fratemal existence as it occurs in the Town's leading clubs. Mr. James Weber Linn discussed the Union League Club in the preceding article. Mr. Arthur BisselTs impressions of the Racquet Club will be pub' lished in the next issue.} Sold! And Why t* ^RE you looking for a car that t\ is Packed With Value?" I admitted that I was. "We have a Car for Every Purse and Purpose. Now here is a Fine Car of Low Price. (It was that Special- ized Blue Suit of mine.) But the World Has a New and Finer Motor Car. (I felt relieved.) Spurring on to More Brilliant Conquests for 1929. It is Two Years Ahead and More Beautiful Than Ever." I asked about the eluteh. Clutches have always bothered my chauffeur. "It has the Control Equipment Good Motor Cars Deserve." I suggested that the motor mustn't knock. "Are You the Kind of a Man Who Says, 'Give Me a Quart of OiT?" Well, Tra. not. I always ask for the kind that is Best by Test. How ever I couldn't admit it so I named the tires. "They Gather Fame as They Go. And the makers — There Is No Sub- stitute for Experience, you know." I mentioned something else. The differential, I believe. "Only One Car Can Answer Ali These Questions. The Standard Six Sedan. Prove to Yourself It's the Great Car of the World." "Wouldn't You Rather Have a Steinway," I asked my wife. She would so we have. — BURTON BROWNE. Poetic Acceptances Ezra Pound Accefits the Job of Translating a Famous Coìlection of Chinese Laundry Tickets How I shall labor over each slip With a caressing air, never ceasing. They are white, tattooed maidens With separate souls and uncertain wavering. I shall find a key to each patron's character Or his caricature. Or is each a number? Or a letter? —DONALD PLANT. THE CHICAGOAN 15 GANNA WALSKA (Perfumes, 2, Rue de la Paix) opened at Or chestra Hall Saturday afternoon, Jan- uary 19, straight from an exclusive recital at Brattleboro, Vt. The house was large and unenthusiastic, but desperately possessed with that curi- osity manufactured so well by the public prints. On our left a special reporter made thumb'nail sketches, wincing occasionally as Ganna swooped for a high one. A weazened wise old lady, maybe a Countess with out a bank balance, took copious notes, clucking her tongue and murmuring, "Pitiful, pitiful." She was a special correspondent for a Parisian daily and Ganna is prime copy on the Right Bank. Well. up to the front and clean across the middle sector sat a score of lady and gentlemen opera singers, registering everything from indignation to indigestion. A few standees talked things over in front of the swinging doors to the foyer. The aisles buzzed with late comers and early goers. Everyone was waiting for something to happen — a Red demon- stration in the gallery, the appearance of an effirient clacque or a contìhgent of hissers, a speech from the stage, or from a prominent looking box. The afternoon, however, is to wit- ness only the evaporation of the Ganna Walska legend. The public avid to see the celebrity responsible for hun' dreds of yards of head-lines and thou- sands of photographic squarcinches fights its way to the box'office through a jammed lobby. Mr. Voegeli's hench' men dish out the pasties with bland purrs. At two-thirty o'clock a hand- some Hebraic-looking lady in a swell gown walks down a white carpet to the piano, followed by a meek little accompanist. She plunges courageously into the Kaffee Kantata of Bach and the battle is on. She follows with em- barrassing moments of Mozart, Schu- bert, Schumann and Brahms projected with the category of gestures known as "stage presence." To go the ancient saw about Our Mary one better: she can't sing but she can't act. Notion of pitch she has none, a tremolo that shakes and wriggles and murmurs around a fundamental tone, a tone for- gotten, lost beyond recovery. AFTER the last group there comes a /"\ coda of applause as lorgnettes are fixed upon the stage from the boxes. The unkempt, aesthetic ushers of Orchestra Hall gallop down the center-aisle with expensive-looking bouquets. Ganna returns leading the obedient accompanist (the musirian of the day, incidentally) and, taking a Direct from Brattleboro, Vt. Ganna Walska at the Locai O^era House By ROBERT POLLAK bow or two with her, he shines for a moment in the refulgence of a spedous glory. The mademoiselle produces an encore song, one of those pert, flip encore songs in English that send audiences home with murmurs of, "Wasn't she charming!" But Ganna, mistress of at least three Continental languages, makes unhappy whoopee with the tongue of Alfred the Great. It is a ditty about a little girl, who "would have marreed fazzer if mozzer hadn't first." The cumulative effect has been too much for a lady in the first row. She doubles up in ili- disguised hysteria, the while a friend whispers, "Control, control." The Parisian newspaper lady is stili whis- pering, "Pitiful, pitiful," as if she had just covered the execution of Marie Antoinette. Out on the Boule Miche the crowd mills about the entrance of the build' ing. It is raw and slushy and time to catch the 4:03; but the polizei have to clear passage for the departing diva. The same unkempt ushers emerge with the jolly blossoms of notoriety. They leave them in a waiting limousine. A foreign correspondent says, "I gave her cook a big rush in Paris. She never sounded that bad from the kitchen." Shame, young fellow to be so seduced by succulent pot'd'f eu. It begins to drizzle a little but the cop' pers keep up their monotonous, "Keep a way clear there." Mrs. Ernest Graham's chauffeur, peering around for his party, furnishes ready conv mentary: "She wasn't so bad; what she needs is training." It is too long to wait. Feet get cold. The crowd thins out. The girls stay on, ribbon clerks, home girls, late shop- pers, conservatory students. The lat ter wistfully predominate. There are voices among them that would make La Walska blush with envy. Ah, Ganna, in the future, say ir with Houbigant. The Mae West chaise lounge — and what an enticing chaise lounge Mae West would make! Handsomely upholstered in co n- trasting colors, mod- eled on lifelike pro- portions and finished in the finest of materials, this lounge will grace ?he most advancer" apartment. Twenty-Fjr! Mindful of our reader's ad- yanced tastes and interested in the comfort and culture The Chicagoan advances tè propose furniture in the most An ingenious ash receiver and smok ing stand, which provides its o w n ashes by smoking endorsed cigarettes. This is an invalu- able aid for those nicotine hating ce- lebrities who must, nevertheless, e n - dorse to live. Galli Curci forms a fascinating mirror- dressing table, with Baby Peggy (adoles- cent by the 21st cen- tury) as the bench. M Century Furniture CABA moderne manner conceivable. We present, unsmilingly, authentic bits for the guid- ance of the Ultimate Dec- orator. 18 THECUICAGOAN The Boys of the Northwestern Railroad Sìngìng "Go U Northwestern' <i& CHICAGOAN'/ TOWN TALK Royal Refartee WHEN the Russian Grand Duke Alexander was in town re- cently his daughter-in-law, the Princess Galitzine, who is employed in the fash ion advice bureau of a State Street store, spent a little while worrying about how to entertain him. She has become thoroughly Americanized and she told some friends that she did wish she and her husband could persuade the papa to enjoy ordinary forms of Chicago amusement. "But I am a lit tle afraid to take him to a night dub. Papa really does not know how to make the merry ha-ha." A story that the Princess tells on herself revolves around an afternoon musical she attended recently. Two women behind her were discussing the way to pronounce the name of a Rus sian musician. The Princess overheard their several pronunciations, none of which was according to her own Rus sian. She turned in her chair and told them just how the name was once pronounced in St. Petersburg. One woman assured the Princess that she must disagree. "I always heard it pro nounced in this manner in Vienna." And the other woman said, "Well, I pronounce it tne way it is said in Paris." And the Princess says, "When I found out the two women were Clare Dux and Edith Mason, I decided Fd never rush in telling strangers how to talk again." Kuttners FoUìes IF a girl fails to crash the movies, or if she be a midwest May Queen looking for fitting employment, she can find a market for her talents and beau- ties as a member of Kuttner's Follies. That's the name the offirials of Mar shall Field and Company have given their staff of elevator operators. The girls are hand picked by Arthur Kutt- ner, building superintendent, and each girl must meet a very rigid standard set by him. He believes that elevator operators, coming in personal contact with patrons of the store, are of vast importance in setting the tone of the establishment. So they must be nice looking, they must have pleasant voices and pleasant personalities and they must be well bred. Since the salaries are high, unusual girls are attracted to the work. Former stenographers, models, and even a show girl or two are on the staff. A careful study of the operators reveal the fact that the prettiest are the ones who operate the Randolph-State bank of elevators. Those are the elevators which, inci' dentally, carry the store offirials to their offices. Here is Mr. Kuttner's standard for attractive women: Height, five feet six inches; weight, one hundred and Goodbye, me dear, and you simply must come up some clear day and see Benton Harbor." um* 20 THE CHICAGOAN eighteen or twenty pounds; color, nat urai. There is no age limit, as long as the woman is attractive. But she must be perfectly groomed, and if her bust measure is more than thirty-six she must be endowed with an unusual personality. Thin girls are particu- larly wanted because they take up less space in the elevators. A small opera- tor will leave room for one more pas- senger. And last, she must be diplo- matic and tactful, to keep shoppers from getting angry when she enforces the rule against overloading elevators. * BEN MARSHALL, the architect, brought back a lot of lovely bath- ing suits, from his last trip to Ger- many. He gave them as gifts to many women he knew. When the bathing suits touched water they dissolved: Every woman who admits having re- ceived one of the charming gifts says she is addicted, fortunately, to taking a shower before she plunges into the swimming tank. Next WHEN Tom Troy was a young- ster he . learned a lesson, he says, from observing the bartenders in the most fashionable bars, and the les son is that men like to be recognized and called by name. On that basis he has organized his barber shop in the Bankers Building, with the result that a bond salesman may weep with envy at the parade of good prospects who pass through Tom's barber shop doors every day. When a patron enters, the porter meets him, and by the time he is seated in a chair the barber knows his name. When he has a manicure, or his shoes shined, he is addressed by name, and the cashier speaks his name as she bids him goodbye. Incidentally, the name of every em- ploye is painted on a little standard, just like a bank president, and posted by his place of duty. By every chair is a French telephone and patrons may be called from their offices while in the barber chair. The other day J. Clark Dean talked to New York and to Seattle while he lay back with hot towels on his face. And would you like to know how many towels it takes in a week to run a very swank bar ber shop? Tom sends seven thousand towels, from his eight chairs, to the laundry every week. PAW, MAW AND THE KIDS: Before Old Man Apfelstrudel cleaned up when his chicken farm became a subdivision, the family presented these silhou- ettes. GOOD gold paint on a sign board that refuses to dull to the ravages of the weather flares a wistful reminder of old gold coast days across a sad, rundown red brick building on State Street near Chicago Avenue. The building looks as though it might turn- ble at any minute, and posters plaster its whole face, but above the door, a sign that looks almost new prodaims, "Carriage horses boarded. Riding horses for regular customers." Stevenson to Date YOUNG ladies of the Junior League swear it wasn't planned. No concern of theirs whether Mamma or Papa enjoy their "Treasure Island." These Saturday mornings the Harris is Junior's. And, such is juvenile per- ception, when two pistol shots brought five fearful brigands to instant and permanent perpendicular in the premiere performance juvenile ap- preciation rang first through the raft- ers. The cast was a dose second. A LITTLE Italian boy in the class room of Mrs. Katiuka Hyatt, at the Gladstone School, Thirteenth and Robey Streets, was absent for three days last week. When he carne back to school he brought from his mother a note which read: "Please excuse Mike. He has been busy pali berrying for friends and relatives." Our Mary RALPH KETTERING is responsi- ble for this memory of Mary Pickford, who was born Gladys Smith, as ali good movie fans know. He's never told the tale before for publi- cation. It was about twenty years ago that Mr. Kettering was manager of the old Bijou theatre at Madison and Halsted. The theatre was under direction of the theatrical produdng finn made up of Big Tim Sullivan, Sam H. Harris and Al Woods. The Bijou was their big city theatre. The producers sent out The Fa C ATHRIN THE CHICAGOAN 21 from it shows for one night stands — "Ten Nights in a Bar Room," "The Fatai Wedding" and such. One afternoon a small whirlwind dashed into Al Woods1 office and de- manded in a stormy, tear-laden voice, "What do you mean by putting me in a road company of the 'Fatai Wed' ding1? You know you promised me I should play the little mother on Hal- sted Street. You know I have a right to play Halsted Street and you' ve given the part to Zena Keefe." The young actress slated to wring tears as the lit tle mother on the one night stands was billed on the programs as Gladys Smith. * JUST nineteen years ago this winter Chicago polke met with the first automobile thief. Teddy Webb, in 1915, gained for himself the distinction of appearing on the police blotter with a charge of stealing an automobile, the first theft of that kind reported to police of Cook County. * Ye Inne Moderne MASON PETERS has formally and finally dropped the Lambs Club as his permanent address and hereafter will be a Chicagoan, with the Sherman Hotel for his home. Old timers remember him as a young news' paper man deserted to the stage, who made a fortune with a show he had an interest in and for which he acted as manager — "The Gingerbread Man." More recently he has been known, un' til three years ago, as publisher of the 7s[ety Tor\ Journal of Commerce. During the presidential campaign he was city editor of the publicity bureau of the western campaign for the Re- publican party. Now he will live in Chicago and bend his energies to mak' ing the middle west and far west air' minded and willing to travel in the big air cabin cruisers of one of the aviation companies which centers here. He said, the other day, "The mu- nicipal air port here makes me think of the old livery stables of my boy- hood. Cross country travelers would dash up with a trotting team and beg for stali space for the night. Along about evening, out here at the air port, from one to a half dozen planes drop in unexpectedly and their pilots beg for a stali, anywhere, where they can tuck their ships away for the night. It's a THE VON APFEL- STRUDELS have be- come a fine old family, slightly Prussian it is true, but the Prussians are just now becoming fashionable. OR>RI=N problem, some days, to find stalls enough for the unexpected travelers who drop in for an overnight stop here." * DARBY A. DAY, whose offices are in the Bankers Building, has the most elegant private office in town. His French phone is gold. The walls of soft tones were painted by a "name" artist. Carpets are ankle deep velvet. The chairs, lights and draperies are of the Italian school. On one wall is an inconspicuous little knob. You press it and a panel slides back, revealing a dressing room and bath complete. Martìal BILL BLISS, of admirable war flying record, was recently chosen as dis- patcher for the Universal Air Lines hangars at the municipal air port be cause of his record for cool headedness and careful flying. The other day Col. Halsey Dunwoodie, general manager of the Universal lines, visited the new hangars at the port. Col. Dunwoodie was assistant aviation chief of the A. E. F. As he was strolling toward Bill Bliss1 little coop of an office, Bliss looked across the field at the approach- ing chief and then, uttering a low moan, beat a retreat. "That man for my new boss — and me in this swell job I like and want to keep! Oh, my word! The last time he saw me I smashed a Spad right under his nose, trying to show off in a review he was witnessing just after the armistice." The House of Usher THERE should be a HooleyVPow- er*s theatre alumni association in Chicago, made up of men who were graduated from ushers at the old thea tre which once stood on Randolph Street west of the Sherman hotel. John Garrity, western manager for the Shu- berts, was an usher there in his youth. So was Rollo Timponi, manager of the Illinois theatre; Ralph Kettering, west ern manager for A. H. Woods; Man- fred Kerwin, in the box office at the Majestic; Cari Harris, secretary to the president of the Orpheum circuit, and Jay Caulfield, manager of a locai coal company. In those days, perhaps thirty years 22 THE CHICAGOAN ago, Sam Gerson, the popular publicist, was advertising manager, which then More for the Record back room 'ili have!1 t; kWO weeks ago we mentìoned in "Migawd, what withers!" meant bill poster, for the Garrick thea- J a vague way drama lines endowed "That shotgun's ali right, Eddie; it's tre, and Sport Herrmann was the same with certain mysterious humor. The her old father." for McVickers, then the home of the mail since has borne these: "Come away from ali this, Clyde; serious drama. "George, see what the boys in the yor mother needs you, boy!" 'I say, old man, how about letting me cut in?' THE CHICAGOAN 23 CHICAGOAN/ THE year 1809, already starred with the births of Lincoln and Darwin, saw, too, the beginning of a mid'land dynasty. In 1809 was born Cyrus Hall Me Cormick, eldest son of Robert and Mary Hall McCormick, industrious Scotch-Irish farming people settled in the not too fertile Virginia hills. Be fore that the family had been obscure enough, there remains a genealogical record or two, and rather more numer- ous genealogical guesses — the fragmen- tary chronicle of poor people leaving Ireland in vexed and troublesome times to try the western wilderness, and eventually to move across a continent. Cyrus Hall McCormick invented the magic reaper. The machine was no great success in hilly Virginia; it was suited to prairie country, level and smooth as though shaped by an immense planing machine. The reaper took to the fiat lands. Invented in 1831, it sold $50,000 the year by '48. The Civil War, terribly salt with the blood of dead farmer boys, used reapers as des- perately as men. By '71, yearly sales ran three or four million dollars. The new dynasty had reared itself. The Colonel y FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN Col. R. R. McCormick and to the prospect of increasing this birthright, young Robert R. McCor mick dutifully entered upon the obli- gations of an esquire of the new nobil- ity. He took his B.A. at Yale in 1903, and followed with the study of law at Northwestern University. YET if the reaper was a new thing, a second factor in the McCormick rise was immemorably old — the andent Gaelic clannishness of kin and family and the alliance of marriage. Six years younger than Cyrus, the fourth child of Robert and Mary Hall McCormick (there were eight children in ali) mar- ried Mary Ann Grigsby, and the an- cestral record of the McCormick fam- ilies sets down that she was of wealthy Virginia planter folk. A son of the Virginians, in Robert Sanderson Mc Cormick, married the daughter of a Scotch'Irish editor, Katherine Medili. Old Joseph Medili had been founding a house of his own in Chicago, a house whose pibroch The Chicago Tribune had long been clamant over the prairie. The McCormicks, like the Hapsburgs, married well. To this union, three children: (Joseph) Medili McCormick, Katrina McCormick. And Robert Rutherford McCormick, born July 30, 1880, the subject of this sketch. Thus born to wealth, and to power, ACADEMIC study finished, the i esquire received his spurs when he was dected a member of the City Council of Chicago in 1904. The young knight, so very rapidly a rider in formai jousts, had just turned 24. From 1904'6 he was a member of the Chicago. Charter Convention. From 1905' 10 president of the Sanitary Dis' trict of Chicago. In 1907 he had been admitted to the Illinois bar. Already he found time to serve with the Chi' cago Pian Commission. Too, he was a member of the now famous law finn of McCormick, Kirkland, Patterson and Fleming. Then president of the Trib une Company, and finally, with his cousin, Captain Joseph Medili Patter' son, ccpublisher and co'editor of the World's Greatest Newspaper. Col. McCormick started at the top. Yet fate moves strangely in the affairs of even the mightiest mortals. It shifted three young lairds of the clan, Patterson, Medili McCormick and Rob ert R. in high handed fashion. Orig- inally they had planned their careers in differing fields. Robert R. was to enter politics. His brother, Medili, journalism. Joseph Patterson had his doubts; he drifted toward social theory and belle lettre. Author of A Little Brother of the Ridi, he did not quite fit the doc- trinaire makeup expected of a young laird in the great McCormick-Medill clan. But fate aligned and re-aligned these three. Medili McCormick who should have been a journalist became a United States senator (he married the Scotch-Irish daughter of the great Mark Hanna, mightiest of ali manipulators of the great Republican machine. Ach- tung, Hapsburg!) Robert R. went with the Tribune. Captain Patterson, worker at fine writing and friend of the poor, swung to the 7<lew Yor\ Daily Wews of which emphatic organ he made a distinguished publishing suc cess, except that the women of his fam ily cannot and will not abide the sheet in their homes. This accomplished, the captain went with Liberty magazine. THUS the stories of clan and in dividuai and fate weave together. But it is not ali fate and clan; the definite strains of sheer ability, the heritage of hard, shrewd, working brains comes down the McCormick line together with a self'reliance verging al- most to indifference to contrasting opin ion, and a certain rarial characteristic of courage— bitter, it has been called, hard and narrow, it may be— but it is genuine, resolute and formidable. Wit- ness the Tribune 's implacable stand on Prohibition, its refusai to condone, to mollify or to treat with Illinois Re- publicanism during the Len Small dic- tatorship, its bitter opposition to Thompson, and its consistent and scorn- fui rejection of fordgn politicai ar- rangements Democratic and Republican alike. The Tribune has been beaten; it has been hated, and attacked and elaboratdy cudgeled at logie — but it has never been disregarded. There are sprightlier and more graceful papers, papers more witty and winning and more learned. But there are few, if any, large newspapers more compact, self-contained and outspoken. The Tribune may not inspire love. But then it does not ask affection. This very singleness of purpose, the Scotch-Irish focusing of ideas into a di- 24 THE CHICAGOAN "I go, but I shall return, and remember — the mortgage!" rect stream, gives rise to an occasionai amusing incident in the publishing of- fices. The Colonel one day charged out to a telephone operator in his New York office demanding, "Get me our- Paris office!" Fifteen minutes elapse while the girl makes frantic efforts to establish the wireless 'phone connection. "Where," demanded the Colonel, emerging again, "where is that Paris cali?" "Fm trying them, Sir; haven't been able to get the cali through yet." "Then cancel it! Cancel it! I can't waste any more time." The Colonel was instant back in his retreat. IN 1916-17, following the aristocratic tradition which presupposes a man on a horse, Robert R. McCormick served as Major of the First Illinois Cavalry on the Border. Joe Patterson was successively private, corporal, ser- geant and captain of the Field Artillery at the same time. There is a kind of difference in the cousins revealed here; it is hard to imagine Col. McCormick as Private McCormick. In France, he was attached to General Pershing's staff, later Major, 5th Field, adjutant 57th Art., Brig. Lieut.-Col. 127th Field Art., and finally Colonel 61st Field, U. S. A. Back in the states, Col. Mc Cormick acted as commandant of Fort Sheridan. He continues to ride and is a strong polo player at 48. The Colonel — his title on Tribune premises and with Tribune employees — is a big man. He dresses carefully. His manner is aloof , preoccupied, some- times cardess and occasionally cold. About him, as about most quiet men of eminent position, strange tales circuiate — ridiculous and often malicious. Yet men who know business enterprise can point to few institutions on the tremen- dous scale of the Tribune which are more expertly administered. THAT The Colonel started at the top does not justly detract from the sometimes forgotten fact that he be- longs there. And if one asks whether Tribune prestige has grown or declined under R. R. McCormicks term at publishing, the answer must be that it has grown — tremendously. Finally as a sidelight, there is the story of a Tribune picnic. Employees assembled. A band hard at its music. The barbecue lunch crowded. Every- body happy. But The Colonel has not yet appeared. From one end of the picnic ground a motor-driven horse van wins to the center of the field. A groom leads out a splendid saddle-animal. From within the van Col. McCormick appears and mounts. Slowly he rides through the assembly, visibly pleased with his es- tates and tenantry. The ride com- pleted, horse and horseman enter the van and are driven off. There you have Robert Rutherford McCormick. Charity Bazaar A Philanthrofic Wight Visits One — With the Usuai Outcome Booth No. 1 — "Oh, sir, please buy a phlox. The crippled and comprom- ised chorus girls will never forget your kindness." He leaves his change and takes a phlox. Booth No. 2 — "Oh, please take a chance on a second-hand fruit cake. It's for the benefit of garage owners who have been ruined by people keep- ing their cars in backyards and alleys." He leaves his bills and takes a ticket. Booth No. 3 — "Oh, sir, have you bought your autographed photograph of your favorite motorman? Its for the poor souls who have invested their money in old transfers expecting the fare to be reduced to five cents." He leaves his rigaret lighter and takes a photograph. Booth No. 4 — "Oh, please, won't you buy a ticket for the supper-tent? It's only three dollars and the money is for ali the little boarding school girls who have only two fur coats each." He leaves his watch and takes a ticket. Booth No. 5 — "Oh, Fm sure you want a button. It's embossed and only five dollars. AH the money goes to divorcees of soldiers of the Salvation THE CHICAGOAN 25 Army and allied organizations." He leaves his coat and vest. Booth No. 6 — "Oh, please, ladies and gentlemen," says he in the booth, speaking for the first time, "extend a little charity to one who has this night become impoverished because of char ity." He stili has his phlox, lottery ticket, photograph, supper ticket and button. — D. CLYDE. Necessities Parades IT had been at least a month since the city had had a parade. "Miss Abernathy," said the mayor of the city, "its been at least a month since the city has had a parade. Will you please cali Mr. Futtzle, the chair- man of our parades committee?" Mr. Futtzle soon arrived at the may or's office. "Mr. Futtzle," said the mayor, "it's been at least a month since the city has had a parade." "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Futtzle, shift- ing from one foot to the other. "In- deed, it has." "Well, what are we going to do about it?" asked the mayor. "Elections are coming again and the more parades the more votes, you know." "True enough, sir," said Mr. Futtzle. "Don't you suppose we could work up a parade? Aren't there a few con- ventions in town? Or, perhaps, a visit' ing congressman or a French general or a member of some royal family?" Mr. Futtzle drew from his pocket a black note book hearing the title, "Coming Events," in white Gothic let' ters, and began to turn its pages. "Let me see," said Mr. Futtzle turn- ing its pages. "The Knights of An- gouleme (colored) convene this week. Next week the Phi Iota Iota national collegiate fraternity will hold its annual convention. Tomorrow General Axel Fitz-Oom, commander-in-chief of the Albanian army, arrives. "Cross off those," said the mayor. "What else is doing?" "The University of Utrecht debat' ing team is due in town soon. Also, Congressman Joe Nettled of Arkansas is expected. The New Free Soil party meets next week to nominate a presi' dential candidate for 1932. "None of those appeals to me," said the mayor pedantically. "But Futtzle, we must have a parade and have it soon." Bfr' i*5' 'But is it smart, forceful — does it match my personalityf" "How about giving charades, sir," put in Miss Abernathy, who up to this time had not said anything. "They 're just loads of fun." "No," said the mayor thoughtfully, "what we need is a parade. A big parade with lots of floats and bands and mounted policemen. One such as we had last fall for that ocean flyer." "Futtzle!" the mayor continued. "That's an idea for you. Futtzle, is there a flyer in town?" Mr. Futtzle consulted his note book. No, there wasn't a flyer in town, nor was there one scheduled to arrive. "A flyer," said the mayor. "That's exactly what we want. A flyer is al ways an excellent subject for a parade." "Oh, sir," Miss Abernathy inter- rupted again. "You say you want a flyer?" "Yes," cried the mayor and Mr. Futtzle at the same time. "Do you know one?" "Well," repliect Miss Abernathy, "I was over at my cousin's, Alvin Oka- board's, house last evening and I heard him say that he was going to take a flyer on Union Piers, which is a boat, I think, and maybe ..." "Wonderful!" cried the mayor. "Thank you, Miss Abernathy. Futtzle, cali Alvin Okaboard immediately and make ali arrangements and thank Miss Abernathy for having solved your problem." — D. o. SCOTT. 26 TUE CHICAGOAN Tke ROVINC REPORTER Carrying On at Cary By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THIS is the story of a ski meet at Cary, Illinois — a story involving gross and culpable negligence on the part of its recorder and something de- liberately, purposely and handsomely venomous to the demerit of our midland climate. It was 10 degrees below zero. Now it is the business of a reporter to scurry around and cadge informa- tion. He must find someone in author- ity himself and ask questions — this however, is a bothersome extremity — or he must find another reporter and appropriate what information he can, a very sensible and painless method. Or he can find the locai press agent and listen to him. If the reporter is a star reporter, that is, if his name ap- pears splendidly in small caps as at the head of this article, then he can be very uptown with the press agent and ask for a drink with magnificent assurance of getting it. After this rite, the re porter may view the event he is to cover, and after seeing (and disbeliev ing) he is at liberty to go back to his office and have out with the story. To begin with, the ski meet involved a 30-mile drive over the bitter prairie. The wooded depression around the big slide is small proof against a deadly wind and 18 salamanders crammed with charcoal can, at best, only scordi faces and hands of spectators, leaving enthusiasts to stamp and huddle in ti>e snow. Consulting the program, one might discover that there were 74 jump- ers. How many jumps each contestant is allowed, this observer did not wait to ascertain. He moved dose to a salamander. YET a ski tourney is run off with admirable briskness. Skiing gen- tlemen ascend the slide, pause an in- stant at the start and swoop down the snow runway, bodies bent forward into the tearing air. The slight upward curve at the takeoff fillips a jumper, his body straightens for balance, his outspread arms propelled in circles from the elbow, act as a kind of gyro- scope. A hundred and fifty feet down slope the jumper lands to bank in a spume of snow yet further down the runway. That is, if the jump is suc- cessful he banks. If it is not success- ful he reclines as best he may and goes spread-eagle down the runway, the snow fuming up at his head and hands and knees and elbows. But he gets up and goes back for another effort. AH of this, at 10 below zero, is apt to be trying. After seeing Mr. Haugen jump — Mr. Haugen is a dark stender un-Nordic looking jumper — your cor respondent mushed back to the heated limousine holding his ears. Yet this con- fession does not fully display the enorm- ity of your reporter 's crime. Before he left the salamander a kindly Scandi- navian disclosed that there were two Haugens, brathers, and famous jump- ers. The jumper seen was one or the other. The informer volunteered to find out which one. Your reporter an- nounced poisonously that he did not care a vulgar word which one. The gentleman at the salamander raised a blonde eyebrow above a mild blue eye and remarked that skiing was really an art requiring great skill for its mastery, an art, say, as mudi as writing for the papers was an art. To this we re- sponded that writing for the papers on sudi a day was lunacy. Yet in a full confession, the penitent is allowed to mention ali extenuating circumstances, each pitiful grasping to- ward grace no matter how fallen and depraved the soul. We did ask who led the contest. The gentleman ex- plained that this information became available only after the judges had made up a very complex set of statistics, that it was impossible for a layman to teli whether or not any one effort won merely by looking at a landing. Raising one foot and shaking it to restore cir- culation, we thanked out volunteer host and asked one more question. Had he any idea who would win? Our host in turn proposed a rhetorical question: Did he look like a prophet? DURING this interval the boys in the car had organized a 3-handed bridge game. Outside the ski jumpers jumped. The bridge game became four-handed while the engine kept the heater going. Talk ran to cold. Sub-zero tempera- tures bitten in by a prairie wind ached into the very marrow of one's bones, said East. On the contrary, said West, the description was popular but incor- rect; bone-marrow was not provided with nerves and hence did not feel, could not ache. This sophistry was greeted with contempt and a bid of three diamonds. In fact, West expatiated — West is an amateur anthropologist — this matter of cold is subject to much popular mis- conception. Take the Nordic for in- stance — an interjection here from South bade the speaker take as many Nordics as he pleased, and welcome. The Nordic, continues West, did not stand cold as well as the Mongolian; Esquimos are not Swedes but Chinamen. (Out side a distant cheer.) Moreover, one race stands cold approximatdy as well as another. One of Peary's men was a negro. In matters of hardihood, the Nordic scores only fairly high. (Out side the crowd watched a man named Halvor Bjorngard teeter in mid-air and come slam into the frozen earth with a great fountain of snow.) To be sure, the Nordic has a somewhat marked re- sistance to lung and respiratory dis- eases, but then he succumbs easily to fever infection and digestive complaints. Also, he seem racially disposed toward dissipation. (Two listeners approve of instant dissipation and enquire where it can be purchased on this Godforsaken tundra.) OUTSIDE they begin to run off some sort of finals. Your re porter tramped into the cold to see vari- ous gentlemen streak down the slide and hurtle through the air like so many human cannon shot. But alas, to com pile no succinct information. Our Scandinavian friend, not at ali per- turbed by wind and temperature, assures THE CHICAGOAN 27 us that we missed the best effort of a grand day. Mr. Caspar Oimen, called "Norway," jumped 178 feet but de- scended, alas, on what public cor- respondents term the hip. And sudi effort, our Scandanivan friend assures us, does not count. We remark that so f ar as we are concerned it is epic stuff. Our ears smoulder and take fire. Coming back is an epic, too. Thirty miles of Alaskan weather. Cars frozen at intervals along the road with little huddled groups of riders disconsolate around steaming radiatore. Coming back, too, the ski expedition reaches its lowest point. Mr. West is stili discussing Nordics. He selects a member of the party for an example. Here is a man — I quote in substance — of definite Nordic cast. Say, five feet ten, gray-blue eyes, a very Hght skin, hair which looks dark but is really de- ceptively brown (some rarial admixture there) but with a definitely Nordic cephaHc index. That man is your correspondent. It was ten degrees below zero. It seemed considerably colder. Interview Intime Mr. Irvìn S. Cobb IF you go by airplane, as another brave aviator and I did, the old Kentucky city of Paducah, which is Irvin Cobb's home town, becomes veritably a suburb of Chicago. We made the trip in about four hours. That is less time than it takes to get from the Loop to the near North Side when the bridge is up. Paducah is a fine city from the air — surrounded by rivers and things. The town is certainly Irvin Cobb- conscious. As we swooped down to a graceful landing on Isemann's fly ing field, righty-two Kentucky colonels rushed up. "Good mawnin*, suh," they said. "Uhvin Cobb is heah fo" a visit." That is the way Kentuckians talk. We accepted the news gracefully, and went for a stroll to get the kinks out of our legs. Feeling a bit hungry, I stopped to buy a banana from a Kentucky colonel who had a corner fruit stand. "I hear that Irvin Cobb's in town, Colonel," I said, by way of making conversation. The colonel flashed me a beaming smile. "You betta da boots," he said. "Irvin Cobb. He's da greata beeg cigaro man." He pointed to a sign "Ravenna? Ravenna, Italy? Let's see, didn't we include that in our tour of the express company-^Oh, surei Of course we know Ravenna!" advertising an Irvin Cobb rigar for five cents. "Irvin Cobb," I responded with dignity, "is an author and a celebrated denouncer of the Chicago literati." "You betta da boots," said the colonel, smiling. We resumed our walk, and a little later stopped to have our shoes shined. "I hear that Irvin Cobb's in town," I mentioned to the shine boy. "Who? Oh, you mean de guy wot's puttin' up dis swell new hotel?" "No," I answered tartly. "I mean the man who invented the corn cob pipe." "Oh," said the shine boy. By this time I had dedded that when I went to interview Mr. Cobb I would go in the guise of a Ken tucky colonel. He was more than cordial when I reached him on the telephone, and invited me to break fast with him. MY disguise was simple, but I was a changed man when I rang his doorbell. Proudly adorning my face were white mustachios and goatee. A broad-brimmed black hat was on my head. Under my arm there was a suspicious-looking bundle, wrapped in newspaper. Mr. Cobb himself answered the beli. "Good mawnin', Cuhnd," I said. "Good mawnin', Cuhnel," said Mr. Cobb. The visit might have been very pleasant, save that the bundle under my arm was giving me no end of trouble. It wiggled and it squirmed. Mr. Cobb became more and more curious. "I hope you'H pardon me for ask' ing," he finally said, "but would you mind teUing me what you've got in that bundle?" "It's the buU'dog, suh," I answered. Mr. Cobb seemed puzzled. "The buU'dog? But what is he for — why do you carry him around like that?" "To eat the steak, of co'se, suh." "What steak?" "The one I have in my pocket, suh," I said, bringing forth a fine, piece of sirloin. Mr. Cobb shook his head sorrow' fully. "I am afraid I stili don't under- stand," he said. "PTiaps youah not up on youah Kaintucky, suh," I said. "It's common knowledge that a Kaintucky breakfast consists of a bull-dog, a steak, and a quart of whiskey. I brought my own dog and steak." "Oh," said Mr. Cobb. "Ha-ha. Ha-ha." He advanced beamingly. "And now," he said, rather ingratiatingly, "could you guess what I have in my pockets?" "A bottle of gin," I said hopefuUy. "Wrong!" said Mr. Cobb, puUing the object out of his pocket. It was a baseball bat — JOHN GIHON. 28 THE CHICAGOAN :¦: MB fTlPT- George Jessel, of "The War Song," on sight and hearing at the Harris hereK shares a Nat Karson page with Fred Waring of the Pennsylvanians, Cari Rondali and Virginia Watson, ali of the college comic "Hello Yourself." Mr. Jessel, in the centrai panel, fixes a skeptical Hebrew eye on the patrìoteer. THE CHICAGOAN 29 The STAGE Higher Education in Musical Comedy By CHARLES COLLINS 44 I 1 Yourself," the amusement now at the Grand, isn't another "Good News," but it tries to realize that am- bition so eagerly, and is so animated in its collegiate gestures, that it should be conceded a right to its slogan. It will give ampie satisf action to the raccoon-coat brigade; it will gratify ali of the yearnings to- ward the academic life of the present generation of high-school sub-freshmen. The authors of this elaborate frolic decided to depart from the standard formula for college-show librettoes, and omit athletics. That was an errar in strategy, for everyone knows that ath letics are the most important depart- ment of American student life. When, in the history of our culture, was there ever a campus mass-meeting which sent booming against the old gray walls of Alma Mater a stirring cheer for "Yeah! Books!11? So the plot of "Hello Your self," which deals with a bright young man's difficulties in a play-writing con' test, fails to stir its audience with the rapture of bright college days. We don't want any suggestion of the intel' lectual life in our collegiate theatricals. Who cares about playwriting prizes? We want a touchdown! But Fred Waring's Pennsylvanians compensate for the unfortunate high' browism of the story. This gang of gifted and casual young men are the real thing. They behave like the faculty of a university of cheer-leading. They saunter through "Hello Yourself," singing and japing like heroes of a College Humor serial. They chant an admirable marching song ("True Blue11) through megaphones in the way that every old grad would like to sing; they toss freshmen in blankets; they reveal the blessings of life in a fraternity lodge. They represent the Freudian wishes of matriculation. And toward the end of the show, after ali this inci- dental chorus-man stuff, they blossom out into the kind of jazZ'band that a broadcasting director dreams about. Waring's Pennsylvanians are better than the Pennsylvania football team that Mr. Stagg has been trying to de' feat for thirty years. Which is saying a great deal. They are the stars of "Hello Yourself." Others in the populous cast who must be mentioned, however, are Cari Randall, whose dancing is always several steps ahead of current styles; Virginia Watson, a completely prob' able campus vampire, and Dorothy Lee, who is a John Held "Merely Margie" caricature come to life with improve' ments. The Drama's Smallest Baby WHEN Pauline Frederick played in "The Fourth Estate," too long ago to be mentioned, she had one of the world1s finest figures, or shapes - — which was the word for it in those days. Now, after an incarnation in the films, retirement into matrimony, and other vicissitudes to which actresses are subject, she is having a renascence be' fore the footlights — "The Scarlet Woman," at the Cort, is her vehicle — and behold, her contours are as well sculptured as before. This is a triumph that transcends art; it is, for a woman, the ultimate victory. "The Scarlet Woman" has other points of interest, however; although as comely as a caryatid and as lively as a flapper, Miss Frederick is not the en- tire show. She meets with competition that few stars would care to face — she shares applause with the stage's young' est and most gifted baby. There is an infant in this comedy not more than five months old, in size and appearance — a cuddlesome cherub fresh from the perambulator. And what is more, it can act — it pinches Miss Frederick's nose and waves its hands to the audi' enee, strictly on cue. It makes a mode ery of Dr. Watson's dieta about the mental limitations of infants, and it reduces the audience into a state of balmy, cooing sentimentalism. A record was broken when Miss Frederick and Flora Mae, this miracle of precocity, made their entrance in "The Scarlet Woman." People who had been first'nighters for a quarter of a century and who thought that the stage had nothing new to offer them gasped at the sight and conduct of this child. Never before had they seen in the theatre, as a functioning part of a play, an infant so dose to the clouds of glory of its debut into the world. Zelda Sears, co-author of "The Scar let Woman," is also among those pres ent, recalling the epoch when Clyde Fitch never wrote a comedy without putting into it a character for Miss Sears. Norman Peck adds himself to the list of gifted "juveniles11 with a vitalized performance of a simpering drug clerk. The play is a none-toc skillful frame-up about a small-town spinster who comes back from the great city with a baby and doesn't prove that it was adopted. Comedy for Philosojìhers THE Goodman Theater keeps com ing right along. The current pro- duction of Pirandello's "Six Characters in Search of an Author" is everything that can be expected of an art theatre without endowment for payroll pur' poses. If this institution continues to develop as rapidly as it has during the past two years, by the time Chicago stages its next world's fair the town may find itself with a Moscow Art Theater on its hands. That would be an embarrassment, of course, to those who think that no form of art is fit for our inspection unless it has been im' ported from places beyond the horizon with the endorsement of alien experts as its cachet; but there will be a gor' geous last laugh in it for the rest of us. "Six Characters" is an excellent test of the Goodman's potentiality, for a more difficult play was never dealt out in "sides" to a repertory company. Pirandello is a philosopher; worse than that, he is an epistemologist, and the ideas that he dramatizes are fit only for audiences of Immanuel Kants. The problem of Reality! There's a giddy substitute for a plot! Nevertheless, as done at the Goodman, this curious and fascinating charade is easy to sit through. The edge of ironie comedy that is lacking in the performance is due more to the Italianate gabbie of the dialogue than to the incapacity of the players. Joan Madison, as the soiled and sullen daughter of the story, scores the sharpest hit of the Goodman's ca- 30 TU E CHICAGOAN To Be a Social Success the Face must be flawlessly groomed — perfectly poised. There must be no hint of fatigue, no suggestion of strain. For the "correct thing" in Faces the smart world turns instinctively to HELENA RUBINSTEIN. Many a famous face owes its distinctive beauty — its social acceptance — to the rare and effective creations of Helena Rubinstein. If you would achieve dazzling im- maculateness of skin, you must cleanse faithfully with Helena Ru- binstein's Water Lily Cleansing Cream (2.50) which contains youth- renewing essences of water lily buds. When the tempo of modem life leaves its unlovely imprint on your face, you will give your skin a rejuvenating bath with Valaze Extrait (2.50). And you will nourish the weary tissues back to youth with Valaze Grecian Anti-wrinkle Cream (Anthosoros) (1.75). These three preparations constitute a perfect beauty treatment. (6.75). As for the technique of home treat- ments, a course of professional treat' ments at the Salon will teach you ali you wish to know — plus the art of make up. Helena Rubinstein wel- comes you most cordially for advice alone, or treatments, or both. PARIS LONDON 670 N. Michigan Avenue, Chicago 8 East 57th Street, New York For the ultimate in sdentile scalp treatments — for hairdre$sin& which most smartly expresses TOU — visit the Hair department of the Salon. reer, to date. Friendly Leon Ford — there's a name to remember! — also wins honors. If the Goodman keeps on at this pace, I am afraid that some night Mr. Donaghey of the Tribune will commit hari-kari in the lobby. Meet Doe Doe Green NEARLY everyone knows that "Appearances," at the Princess, was written by a young negro who used to be a beli-boy in a San Fran cisco hotel, and that it is a decidedly naive play exploiting New Thought or some other form of uplift mystirism, mudi after the manner of William Hodge. But they do not know per- haps, that it contains a colored come dian, with the slouch and shuffle of Bert Williams and a weird sense of humor ali his own, who is alone worth the cost of a ticket. His name is Doe Doe Green, and he is more fun than a night in a black-and-tan cabaret. The play itself suggests a parody on the title of Pirandello's comedy now at the Goodman; it might be called "Six Characters in Search of a Bell-hop." But as a document it is not to be dis- regarded. Much white-folks drama deals, in one form or another, with the practical value of lying; while this col ored boy bravely and earnestly tries to dramatize the spiritual value of the truth. Moreover, he has written, in his court-room episode, one fairly good act. A Laboratory Exferiment HAVING been cut down in my prime, more or less, by the preva- lent epidemie, and being severely in- fested with the Pfeiffer bacillus, the bactertum pneumosintes and other malign micro-organisms, I was unable to inspect the play, "This Thing Called Love," now at the Woods. But being nothing if not resourceful, I collected the newspaper reviews of this comedy and studied them carefully. I could, of course, re-write them, taking this imperishable epigram from Mr. Stevens and that sagacious remark from Mr. Donaghey or Mr. Bulliett. But that wouldn't be any fun. So I have performed a laboratory experiment on this play, asking myself, as I read the clippings: "If I were an average play-goer, would I rush to buy a ticket on the strength of these no- tices?" The reviews were favorable, even enthusiastic at times; but the ex periment answered: "No, you would not rush to see 'This Thing Called Love' if you were an average play-goer, which you are not and never will be. But if on a dull night, some one should interrupt your after-dinner yawns at The Tavern with the suggestion: Tve got a pair to the new show at Wood's — why not come along?' you would answer, 'Ali right, I hear it's pretty fair'." The negative answer to the experi ment, I find, grows out of the fact that "This Thing Called Love" is one of those things about marriage and its in- numerable annoyances. I have seen a million of them, and I wish the drama» tists would change the subject. But on the other hand, the thought of Violet Heming and Juliette Day would cause me to hasten to the stage- door with bouquets and mash'notes. For these are lovely and gifted women. I hope "This Thing Called Love" stays at the Woods long enough for me to rcestablish my credit at the florist's. Paris Dear Chicagoan VISITORS to Paris next summer, and the steamship companies and tourist agencies predict a record mirri- ber as they have done every year, will note several changes in the Paris sky- line and many innovations. For one thing, the steep and dark staircase which you have laboriously toiled un in the Are de Triomphe in order to get that view of Paris which you finally decided was worth the effort after ali will be provided with elevators as ari adjunct, no doubt for an extra charge. Similarly, although one may pay five francs to be taken to the top of the Eiffel tower, ladder'like stairs are sup- plied for the enthusiasts and for those who steadfastly refuse to contribute to the state. The new and more imposing Gare de l'Est will soon rear its head, and as if one new thing must involve the de- struction of an old, the Tempie de l'Amour which stands on a little island THE CHICAGOAN between the two arms of the bridge over the Seine at Neuilly will be re- moved. Perhaps few of the Americans who have played tennis on the island know that this curious little Palladian tempie of twelve marble columns carne originally from the Pare Monceau, from which it was taken by Phillipe- Egalitè when he became the owner of the Chateau de Neuilly and induded the island in his grounds. That vigilant body, the Comision àu Vieux' Paris, has taken the opportunity of demanding that the tempie be replaced in the Pare so "lovers shall not be deprived of a place to sit of an evening." Near the Porte Maillot in a Street, now in the center of the quarter of the automobile shops, is a little old house of two stories, and in this house lives an old woman who keeps a cow and sells its milk. Indeed, her name and trade, which is that of a nourrisseur, are painted up on the door. But her lease is up and when this house is re placed by a garage or apartments, there will disappear not only one of the last to practice an old-fashioned Paris trade, but a house which once belonged to a famous man; for Baudelaire inherited it from his father in 1850 and lived there with the negress to whom he was so passionately devoted. It was here, no doubt, that he wrote "Le parfum exotique" in her honor. THE outstanding f eature of the ex- hibition of French water-colors at the Palais is the series of drawings by a young man called M. Etienneret who is beginning to have considerable suc cess. He makes large drawings show- ing occasionally scenes in the Luxem- bourg Gardens and other outdoor resorts, and also pretty young women in their clothes, or more frequently without them, sitting on chairs. Thesè are described, in translation, as "mo- tive fragments." The world knows little of the two Frenchmen who have won Nobel prizes, Henri Bergson and Dr. Nicolle. Critics who are talking of Bergson today class him with Rodin, Debussy and Marcel Proust as being poets of an age to which each has given the philosophy of crea tive evolution. Dr. Nicolle is not only the tali, deaf, shy director of the Pas teur Institute who has made a pro- found study of typhus and measles, but in his spare time is a novelist. — E. s. 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MU/ICAL NOTE/ A SUghtìy Criticai Word About Critics By ROBERT POLLAK AFTER hours of serene meditation in the Dynamique living room of our chalet at Hubbard Woods we have reached the decision that the locai criticai fraternity were a little too much thumbs down on the operai revival of Figaro. The trouble with said performance lay not in individuai errata of singers, scene- painters, or conductor. What mattered was the size of the old Auditorium. It is too big for Mozart and it al ways has been. As well give the Bach Mass in B Minor at the Play- house. To be sure, various makeshifts were adopted in the shape of a false proscenium, and the playing of at least one scene before a drop and way down- stage. The general effect suffered nev- ertheless. The machinations of the sly Figaro and the subtle Suzanna were lost in the great open spaces of the house. The comedics of Dr. Bartolo and the quiet fury of the Countess never got much past row fourteen. And so much singing and action took place twenty-five feet behind the foots that some of the gallery gods must have thought they were listening to a Vie troia recital. These are faults of geography, and they will be automatically corrected when the Opera moves to Wacker Drive, where it will have two theatres, a large auditorium and a smaller hall for more intimate musical events. The production, nevertheless, had a few other troubles, the worst of which was Marian Claire as Cherubino. The role was over-acted and undersung, obvi- ously stili outside the possibilities of the pretty and promising lady from Lake Bluff. Moranzoni at the podium ran away breathlessly with orchestra and principals during the first act, and Bonelli was occasionally a little schwach where volume was vitally nec essary. On the credit side of the ledger note the singing and acting of Lazzari as Figaro. According to back-stage ru mor no member of this cast had ever sung in the opera before. Lazzarfs complete humanness and vocal profi- ciency almost belie the story. Mason recreated as successful an underling as in Don Giovanni. It has been, without question, a banner season for the gra- cious spouse of Maestro Polacco. Mi nor roles were given adequate treat ment by Mojica, Trevisan, Turner and Meusel. The scenery looked expensive and much gaudier than neat. Built here from sketches of Lothar Schenck Von Trapp, formerly of the Darmstadt Royal Opera, it revealed a nice con- ventionality, but, again, on a scale that almost devoured Mozart's little domes- tic comedy. As a scenic tour de force, however, it was probably the bright spot of the season. Debussy in Voice HAVING listened maybe a score of times to one trio of singers or another reciting their way through the architectonics of Debussy "s Pelleas and Melisande, we have decided that per- haps it would be nice to hear the mu- sic-drama really sung once. We are aware that any such desire is almost lese majeste. There exists a genuine and almost universal opinion to the effect that Mary Garden is great stuff as she lisps her way along through a barrage of whole-tones. And we are stili enough under the sentimental dom- ination of old man Huneker to sub- scribe to aforesaid general opinion. But we discover in various adventurings through the piano score of Debussy's vaporous opera that the work is highly endowed with striking melodies for the singers as well as for the orchestra. And we awake with a shock to realize that we've never heard anybody sing them. Garden, Mojica, and Vanni- Marcoux, a skillful combination of singing actors by ali means. But not one full, mightily ringing tone among them. And we wish, at this point, to crab lustily at the Auditorium audiences for their bad manners during the orches trai interludes sprinkled through the score. Debussy was a symphonist. His entractes are tone pictures calculated to test conductor and orchestra for ali THE CHICAGOAN they are worth. What chance have they with three thousand people buz- zing behind them? Season s End NOTES on the next to the last week of a very pleasant season, thank you. A new Don Giovanni cast with Raisa instead of Leider, Hackett instead of Schipa, and Lazzari instead of Kip- nis. Lazzari represents the only strik- ing improvement, and that histrioni- cally rather than vocally. Raisa did some woefully painful singing, dotted with errors in pitch that were unusual for her. Hackett, as a lyric tenor, measures pretty dose to Schipa. The Monday night customers gave him a big hand. A repetition of Die Walkure with a new Wotan, Herr Schipper, of the Berlin State Opera. He would seem to have thorough knowledge of the role and a string of beautiful tones in the upper register of what is really a bari- tone voice. Lower down he made much atonai muttering that was far short of impressive. He is architecturally a better divinity than Kipnis having it on the little fellow by at least a foot. The symphony was heard a fortnight or so ago at Orchestra Hall, Claire Dux contributing the soprano solo at the end of the last movement, and, in the second half of the program, some delectable songs projected with her usuai intelli gence. ERNEST BACON, young Chicago pianist, was heard recently at Kimball Hall in a program that in- cluded piano arrangements of several of his own songs. Although he has studied composition with Ernest Bloch he manages to keep a degree of pleasant originality in these settings and he shows promise of better things to come. Why he turned out most of the lights on the stage and in the hall will remain a mystery as he is a very good-looking young gentleman. As a pianist he must stili travel a long way. He demonstrated pianistic virility and the command of a good technique but his passage-work was often as indis- tinct as the lighting. The same evening we went to see Ethel Leginska conduct the Chicago Woman's Symphony Orchestra. La dies' symphony orchestras are very much like four hands at piano, lots of fun for the participants but hell on the crowd. If certain assorted instru' [CONTINUED ON PAGE 38] Announcing the Subscription Sale for the New Civic Opera House On February 1, the sale of subscription seats for the first season of opera in the new Civic Opera House, Wacker Drive at Madison Street, opens to the public. The season, which wiU open November 4, will indude thirteen full weeks of opera by the Civic Opera forces. Season seats by subscription for thirteen perfornv ances may be had for the price of twelve seats at the box office. One performance is given sub' scribers free of charge. The boxes in the new house have been reduced in number to thirty'one. The price is $1,200 for thirteen performances. Details may be had from the Box Committee of the Friends of Opera, 56 E. Congress Street. To be sure of securing choice locations you should act at once. The main floor subscriptions sell at $72 for the first 26 rows, and at $60 for the remainder. Seats in the dress circle for thirteen performances may be had for $48, in the balcony for $36, and in the upper balcony for $30, $24 and $18. No $1 seats will be sold on subscription. For details phone Harrison 6122, or write The Chicago Civic Opera Company AUDITORIUM THEATRE 34 TUE CHICAGOAN "A ROOM WITH A VIEW" "Watching the Clouds Roll By"--The lead- ing tune of the Broadway hit, "Animai Crackers." with vocal chorua by Eddy Thomas. 'A Room with a View" 4145 "My Inspiration is You"— One of those dreamy half melancholy songs by Chester Gaylord "The Whispering Serenader." "Me and the Man in the Moon" 4138 "An Old Italian Love Song" — Stìrring Andalusian song by those radio favorites, the Heermann Trio. "Andalusian Caprice" 4153 "Medley of Old Timers" — Harmonica and guitar music that recalla other days by Kddie Jordan and his "Old Fashioned Boys." 4150 Always something new on Brunswick Records There' s new snap, rhythm and pep in Brunswick Records PANATROPESRADIOLAS.RECORDS HTie CINEMA Oh Death, Here Is Thy Sting By WILLIAM R. WEAVER THREE of five mentionable pictures sustained in the fortnight ending as indi' cated on the cover — . -^. -« of this issue ended ^* sadly. I hope I did not misguide Hollywood with my recent essay on the dramatic value of death in photo' plays, but I begin to suspect that I did. My error seems to have con' sisted in failure to mention that movie makers should not employ the sad ending for a motion picture unless pre' caution has been taken to ascertain that the celluloid footage in hand ac tually constitutes a motion picture. I am sorry. I should have known. The principal fracture of this en' tirely fundamental precept is dealt by the nicely photographed but otherwise quite negligible Ronald Coiman ex' periment, loudly hailed as his first starring vehicle and silently bewailed by those who sat through it, "The Rescue." In this eminently aus' picious appearance Mr. Coiman proves adequately that the several tandem vehicles shared by Miss Vilma Banky were for him what is known on the lots as breaks. Miss Banky 's "The Awakening" suggested as much, not without surprise. "The Rescue" re' moves any uncertainty on the point which may have been bothering pec pie who are bothered by such things. In "The Rescue" Mr. Coiman is supposed to be a handsome, two'fisted gun runner who rescues Lily Damita and her party from equatorial sav ages who look like Junior League girls in a Sennett "Treasure Island." This he does without the aid of either fist. And sends the limpid Lily back to the straight and narrow path and her straight and narrow husband. It is as exciting as a 'murn show in Gar field Park, but less kindly with respect to the olfactory, not to mention the optical nerve. As for Miss Damita, who danced for photographers to the unique gramaphonic entertainment available in the Sherman bungalow and spoke of princes for the front page boys, her celluloid personality is no cause for a 441 alarm. If this be the sort of thing princes go for, to indulge slang and paraphrase in one fell sentence, then princes go for this sort of thing. Perhaps a prince could have made "The Rescue" entertaining. Alas, Poor Lena THE only picture in the five more disappointing than "The Rescue" is "The Case of Lena Smith." And the only case more heartbreaking than Lena's is that of Miss Esther Ralston, otherwise the lady of the title. Miss Ralston had attained something of a pinnacle as an extremely well formed young lady who could walk through simple little comedies without stumb' ling. As the heavy, overdressed heroine of "The Case of Lena Smith" Miss Ralston is heavy, overdressed and depressing. Miss Ralston negotiated the picture under direction of one Josef von Sternberg, whose claim to artistic dis- tinction is a glowing friendship for Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Fairbanks. Un* fortunately, neither of these seem to have been in at the birth of the lugubrious Lena. So Lena stumbles through innumerable reels to prove that war is a popular destination and Austria isn't such a hot place either. Doubters of either statement may find Lena's experience illuminative. But never entertaining. Cut-Rate Emoti on FOR better entertainment, if in' deed the foregoing can be grouped in that category, see "The Shopworn Angel" and shed a few years and tears with Nancy Carroll and Gary Cooper. Forgive, before you look, the anachronism which endows Chorus Girl Nancy with habits, habitat and song lyrics undreamed of in '17. Condone, too, the unheard of leisure which is Doughboy Gary's while on overseas shipment. Then agree with Director Richard Wallace that it would have been a great thing for a smart girl like Nancy to take up a dumb bozo like Gary and ali the rest of it. And if you were among those absent in '17, or wish you'd been, you'll get a great kick out of ali that happens. IVe an idea that the emotional re- TUE CHICAGOAN action to "The Shopworn Angel" is a cut-rate brand. If it isn't, "A Precious Little Thing Called Love" is a better song than Rosa Raisa knows and it's quite ali right for a movie minister to read the ring service right down to the last interrogation point and I doubt this too. But, cut-rate or not, the picture is the best being un' coiled these nights in the Town and let's not be Frederick Donaghey. Stoft and Go The Shopworn Angel : Nancy Carroll and Gary Cooper in the best little war picture since the war. (Attend.) The Rescue: Ronald Coiman and Lily Damita in catch'as'catch'can claptrap that doesn't. (Never.) The Case of Lena Smith : Too, too bad. (Kein.) Redi Wine: Conrad Nagel almost goes wrong, again. (Possibly.) , The Flying Fleet: Excellent aeronautics, mediocre entertainment. (Well?) Four Sons: Splendid wartime drama for mother, the boys or anyone else. (See this one.) Conquest: What happens when movie actors wax vocal without the aid of a playwright. (Heaven forbid.) Simba: Excellent camera explorations somewhat feebly and altogether point' lessly dramatised. (Take the kiddies.) The Air Circus: Much air and no circus. (Skim over it.) The Haunted House: "The House of a Thousand Candles" with built-in noises and sign'posted shudders. (Unneces' sary.) Synthetic Sin: Colleen Moore and what more is required? (Positively.) The Loves of Cassanova: European, verbose, novel, interesting but not entef taining. (Well — , yes.) West of Zanzibar: Lon Chaney in a terrible "Congo." (Ugh.) Show Girl: Alice White enunciating J. P. McEvoy's wisecracks wisely. (See it.) The Little Wildcat: Robert Edeson and George Fawcett talk pleasantly with nothing to say. (Don't see it.) Adoration : Billie Dove in love. (If you love nice things.) Someone to Love: Buddy Rogers and Mary Brian in pleasant foolishness. (If you've just had a birthday.) Riley the Cop: J. Farrell McDonald as an Irish policeman for no good reason. (No.) Sins OF the Father: Jannings to less than no purpose. (No, indeed.) Dry Martini: Extremely smart farce. (Positively.) Me, Gangster: Too accurate to be in' teresting. (Read The Evening Amer ican.) The Dream of Love: Fred Niblo's direc tion and a kind of story. (Certainly.) The Awakening: Vilma Banky's, literally and (Oh so) figuratively. (Look!) Dark Melody! 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Due to its widespread popularity we can deliver it to your door for a few cents a bottle. It is indeed one of the finer things in life which everyone can enjoy. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, Inc. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold also at your neighborhood store) WAUKESHA WATER rhe CI4ICACOCNNE Bric-a-Break and Nifty Rags By ARGYE WILL GLENNA COLLETT and Marie Jenny long ago told me that Franklin, Inc., in Philadelphia, was the place to get smart golf clothes that could be packed without crushing and would hold their shape indefinitely. Well, they have just opened a store at 132 E. Delaware Place. The new thing is a three'piece out' fit. Skirt and coat of a solid color and a sleeveless blouse of striped, flowered, shaded or almost anything you can think of. These are ali priced at $135. Beautifully knitted, they do seem to hold their shape for just ages, but if by chance you are caught in a down' pour (the only thing I have ever found to affect them much, and what wouldn't it?) they will for the small sum of $5 wash and reblock for you so they are as new. The two piece, ali with buckled loose belt, range from $90 to $125 and of course have long sleeves. Some of the unusual color combina- tions are: Olive green skirt and coat with blouse of gold, black, and white stripes, dainty rows of tiny flowers on white blouses to go with peach and really ali of the pastel shades and in the two piece, deep burgundies, and unusual blues, browns and russet colors with a touch of some contrastine color attractively woven in at neck or hem line. This shop, while small, carries everything the really "well dressed woman" would wear, this ali with no perhaps, buts or ifs. Plain little felt hats with a tailored bow of the same inserted in the brim are dyed to match the costume. (About $30.) Printed "Ali the best people use this soap, madame" TUE CHICAGOAN 37 handkerchief linen dresses two or one piece are priced around $65. French handmade crepe de chene one piece dresses, sleeveless and mostly very pale summer shades, $55. Here nothing is overdone, and I can give no higher praise. NEXT door at No. 134 we have almost equally unique Caroline Wilson, Chinese imports exclusively. Everything from lingerie to window shade pulls, ali priced from 20 to 40 per cent under the normal charge. Here are a few of the things now in stock. Fur bath rugs, ali kinds, priced $10. Child's chalet Hari coat lined, $4.00. Silk chaise longue cover, reversible sides and colors, trimmed with two contrasting shades and having long silk tassels on each corner, $50. Tassels headed with glass balls painted inside (done with a curved brush like the old scent bottles), price $1.50. These are used on lamps, bird cages, etc. Smaller ones, to be used as window shade pulls, have colored glass fish, turtles, and so forth, at tached half way up and look very well as a touch of color swinging in the sun. Price for these, $1.00. Materials by the yard for lingerie, upholstery and lamp shades. Miss Wilson is leaving in a few weeks for China, where she will fili any order you might desire. Three piece pajama suits in your pet colors can be procured this way. THINKING of lamp shades, I don't know if any of you ever try it yourself. If so, by buying a package of lamp shade pins, the sue usually seen as the fastening of a bolt of rib' bon, your job will not be half as hard. And now that the holiday rush is over, possibly you are thinking of making a quilted pillow for your own chaise lounge. Look at some of the new lovely hand blocked crepe de chenes. By outlining the design and then stuffing with yarn (Italian quilting) you will have something much more originai than the stamped patterns. Mallinson's new Early American prints, which come in every con- ceivable color, are charming for bed' room hangings, in a country home especially. And just for interest, look at the one showing the first Ford cars, in black, gray and white. Most de' partment stores, these. When seeking entertainment do you pre- f er to sit with people who laugh at the right time and cry inaudibly? Would you avoid the type of amusement that is, oh! so popu lar? Do you like distinct evidences of talent in performers? Do you like "talkies" that you can hear? If We Have Classified You Right, Read On! Then join the discriminating ones who have enjoyed Eddie Cantor, Leon Errol, Jack Oster- man, James Barton, Buster West, Gilda Gray, Trixie Friganza, and a host of other stars. Be among those who have discovered how to avoid "circuits," "New York units," and hinged ushers. And Further The dance? Why certainly — gorgeous ballet creations on the stage; costumes that recali that memorable night at the Folies Ber gere. After the last stage performance every Friday night, you may dance in. the lobby to the music of splendid orchestras. ? Of course! MARKS BROS. GRANADA & MARBRO Sheridan at Davon THEATRES Madison Street 4100 West RTI Whatever your social gath- ering — Hotel Shoreland fa- cilities will make your party a really triumphant success. Smart it will be . . . whether dinner party . . . banquet . . . dance . . . luncheon or tea. Here is prestige — skilled service — a truly French cuisine — and private rooms that afford ideal, luxurious settings. Menu suggestions and prices are avail able on request. HOTEL SHORELAND Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake . . . Telephone Plaza ÌOOO 38 TUE CHICAGOAN For the Right Light- Tfte Personal Rem/mg Lamp PATENTED READ now in real comfort, in any position, anywhere. Book] ite clips on book-cover. Directs a soft, even light on both pages. "Weighs only 3 oz. Costs (3. Complete with Mazda bulb, 8 ft. cord and phig. In Blue, Rose, Green, Red, Gold, Black, etc. t Note:—— Bookllte is sclentifiealljr made to safeguard the eyes. Insist on the genuine with Mazda bulb. Trade marie prò Meta you against in. ferlor imitations. At ali ' best shops and depart- ment stores. MELODELITE CORPORATION 130 W. 42d Street New York FDIAMONDS 1 imported direct from Amsterdam and Antwerp Round Diamonds Marquise Emerald Cuts Squares Pear Shapes Baguettes Kites • Moons Triangles Manufacturers of Platinimi Jewelry College Frotemity Badges WARREN PIPER & CO. Diamond Importers 31 North State Street CHICAGO ITS almost time for Valentines again. A large and good selection. is on display at Jackson and Semmelmeyer, 76 W. Washington, also, ali other kinds of Greeting Cards. Candy clowns and dolls with gum drop feet and heads are 25 cents apiece and can be ordered in any color. Three days time to fili. These are originai with this shop and can not be had elsewhere. KMATSUMOTO, Room 801, 219 « S. Dearborn, does expert china repairing of ali kinds. Not merely patched with a little piece of metal, as is so often seen, but, cemented together so that not a sign of the break remains. If you should break a vase or some such and not be able to find a piece, they can even supply that, and will paint or gild to match the originai pat' tern. They also do ivory and wood carving, make bronse bases for the bottom of lamps, priced from $3 to $7, and do lamp wiring of ali kinds. The whole family Works here and what one may not be able to do the other can and will, so don't be afraid to take in a job that seems impossible. You will find yourself with a perfect completed article. ON January 22 Dorothy Gutzman openeH her new studio and dis- play rooms, Number 606 Wrightwood Ave., Apt. B. Her flowers, which I have mentioned before, are remark' able for their unusual coloring and price. Pansies made of gauze, with gold or silver thread edge to be worn with light weight summer dresses, are about $3.75 for a large bunch. Doublé sprays worn on the shoulder, so that half will hang in back, are also around $3.75. These same flowers can be had in bridal sets. A wreath for the veil and either small bunch for the shoulder or large one to be worn at the waist. Lace, velvet, organdy and shaded ribbon are a few of the other materials used. ì Musical Notes [CONTINUED PROM PAGE 33] mentalists of the well-known f emale sex really have an urgent inner desire to make yip'yip with a Brahms sym' phony or two let them do so by ali means. But in the sanctity of some private place far from the grave of Brahms. EVERY year or so Herr Stock pulls out one or two of Mahler's mastodonic symphonies and we have the privilege or pain of once again listening to the work of a man who went wrong. Mahler, a great con ductor, was sick, nervous and inordi- nately anxious to couple his. name with those of Brahms and Beethoven. Gifted with a high technical pro- ficiency for the problems of the or chestra his major orchestrai Works nevertheless sprawl formlessly across the pages. His themes run the gamut from cafe sentimentality to real inspi- ration. He experiments with every- thing and arrives at nothing that will exist for our prospective descendants. The Fourth, with soprano verses from Die Knaben Wundernhorn, is a case in point. It is meant to be gravely ironie, a huge apostrophe to the Austrian Bauer, a peasant epic full of humor and smelling of the earth. The intention of the composer is as plainly discernible as a lady tuba player. But he attains only to an irritating diffusion of themes, some of them very attractive indeed; to an in- excusable lack of contrast in the various tempi of the symphony; and to an occasionai orchestrai explosion, mu- sically dictated in execrable taste and calculated to wake any listener out of the soundest sleep. BOOK/ With White Foìks By SUSAN WILBUR IN Dubose Hey- ward's new nov- el of Charleston so ciety, negro and otherwise, to be published within the fortnight, there is a whiff of Catfish Row, there's a glimpse even of Porgy himself. But only a glimpse. Catfish Row is the sort of thing that Mamba is trying to get away from. For fifty years she has been a negro without whitefolks, and now she is setting out to become a negro with whitefolks. Seen in cross-section, "Mamba's Daughters" would look a little like those maps sometimes found in copies of Dante. At the bottom of the darker, in Dante the lower, half would be the waterfront and Catfish Row, TUE CHICAGOAN 39 just above that the district across the bridge, where negroes somewhat better off, but stili quite without social stand' ing, work in the phosphate mines, above that the negroes with whitefolks, and at the top the Monday evening club, — who proudly cali themselves not col- ored people, but negroes, and then be- have as white people did in the reign of the late lamented Queen Victoria. The Monday evening club sings its spirituals from scores. Up above are the white Charlestc nians, wealthy Northerners with social positions to worry about and properly born Carolinians with nothing to worry about but money. With the St. Ce- cilia's Ball as a sort of annual Paradise. BUT in the whole climb there is probably no place where it's harder to get a foothold than in passing from Catfish Row to the kitchens of the Battery district. And Mamba hadn1 1 the clothes for it. Furthermore, she hadn't the teeth. But when you' ve got a daughter like Hagar and then ac quire a grandchild also born to trouble, it's up to you to find the answer, and the only answer is white folks. In outline, "Mamba's Daughters" is conventional. It is even a trine "glad." But there are quite a lot of playgoers who thought "Porgy" more realistic than "In Abraham's Bosom." And it's just possible that the Russian type of realism is only realistic when you are writing about Russians. Armchair Entertainment A VOYAGE TO THE ISLAND OF THE ARTI- COLES, by Andre Maurois; translated by David Garnett; with wood engravings by Edward Carrick. (D. Appleton and Co.) In his recent voyage to the Island of the Articoles, Andre Maurois, author of "Ariel," "Disraeli," and so on, satirizes everything from solo voyages to author worship and Utopias in general. Some people say that artists ought not to have anything to worry about. Others say that if they didn't have the wolf to spur them they wouldn't be artists. But in the Island of Articoles, it is found that when artists have nothing to worry about they have also nothing to write about. Consequently a psychological museum is one of the characteristic features of the island. Amusing but by no means Wellsian. The Magic Island, by William B. Sea- brook. Illustrated by Alexander King. (Harcourt, Brace.) Haiti and voodoo. One of the most dramatic and horror-inspiring stories that we have seen in some years, and it is not the mere detail that makes it horrible — it is the way the thing rings true. Mamba's Daughter, byDuBoseHeyward. (Doubleday, Doran.) February choice of one of the book FEW people gemi- inely prefer hap hazard theatre. A 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- band. 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. Couthoui for tickets *Branches at ali the lead- ing hotels and clubs. For the Brilliant Season (onsulting Decorator Interiora and Furnishings for Town and Country Homes Architectural Suggestions Herbert G. Moore 820 Tower Court Chicago TELEPHONE SUPERIOR 8868 "The Chicagoan," 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, iHmois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $5. (1 have chec\ed my choice as you will notice.) Marne. Addrett. 40 TUE CHICAGOAN LUNCHEON— DINNER— SUPPER ITOMI Petrushka is more than just a Chicago restaurant and night club. It's a Chicago institu- tion. Its true originality has given it that reputation. $etru*i)tta Club Ely Khmara, Mgr. 165 North Michigan Avenue Telephone Dearborn 4388 Famous for Delicious LOBSTER, FISH and OYSTER DINNERS Cocktail Supreme Crab Meat, Shrimp and Oyster Open Ali Night PRONE DELAWARE 4144 632-4-6-8 North Clark Street (at Ontario) wwmi ananistomous reti es tra DELUXE DINNElìfL COVER CHAUOt 50< PER PtflSON SATURDAY NIGHT AFTER 9.P.H.5/ CLARK tCASJDOLPHST. FRA. ZI2© clubs. Comedy and tragedy of the Porgy neighborhood and other sections of Charleston. Orientale (L'Aventure de Therese Beau- champs), by Francis de Miomandre. Translated by Ralph Roeder. Illustrated by Alexander Canedo. (Bretano's.) In America the older generation prides itself on its virtue, in Paris apparently it prides itself on its former ability to man' age things so that it didn't need to be virtuous. When Madame Larive sees a perfectly good Celestial going to waste in the person of Mr. Lung, her daugh- ter's lodger, she reflects sadly that her own most foreign opportunity had been a man who was an Austrian on his moth' er's side. Towers Along the Grass, by Ellen Du Poise Taylor. (Harper and Brothers.) Dakota, Chicago, Paris, Venice, shrewd observation, verbàl fireworks, an inter- national mystery — whose principal has a rubyset gold tooth — and a heroine who specializes in the Petrarchian form of love. Society note: Mrs. Taylor, who now resides in Paris, is at the moment taking a week or two off to verify her impressions of Chicago. While the Bridegroom Tarried, by Edna Bryner. (E. P. Dutton and Company.) A perfectly good man wastes his life trying to solve the woman problem, which somehow at the cruciai point always turns up triangles. The Dutton book of the month for January. Moussorgsky, by Oskar von Riesemann. Translated from the German by Paul England. (Alfred A. Knopf.) German thoroughness advantageously applied to the music of Moussorgsky and to the story of his life. Accident, by Arnold Bennett. (Doubleday, Doran 6? Co.) $2.50. In which a slightly complacent father finds, through observation of his daughter' indaw and of an older married woman — both being fellow passengers on a wreck' interrupted railway journey — that women are really extraordinary creatures, and that if his own wife has sometimes failed to be interesting she is nevertheless much pleasanter to live with than a feminine volcano: even though, contradictorily enough the two feminine volcanoes of the book seem able to produce flowers as well as lava. The Nature of the Physical World, by A. S. Eddington. (The Macmillan Company.) $3.75. This is a fascinating and disturbing book. The author, one of the foremost astronomers of the present day gently apprises the reader of the fact that, de spite his title, science knows no physical world. Modem physics has become the measurement of certain phenomena and ali its discoveries are simply "pointer readings" on various sorts of scale. But as to what is measured science knows nothing. Mr. Eddington thinks that the "what" is something mental — or as old' fashioned people say, spiritual. Incident' ally he dismisses the idea of "determin' ism" altogether — not only from the realm of psychology but from that of atoms. What we have hitherto called the uni' formity of nature is merely a statistical uniformity. The book is written not only with authority but with wit, and is ad- dressed to the general reader who may or may not be ignorant of mathematics. INDOOR POLO CHICAGO^ indoor polo organizations have just launched what promises to be their great' est year at the galloping game. The best way to keep in touch is to sub' scribe to "The Magazine of the Game' $5 THE YEAR; $8 POE, TWO TEAM; $10 POR THREE TEARS Quigley Publishing Company 407 S. Dearborn St. Chicago rJwse iww ££eA Sitimi jhJtias 015 SOUTH MICHIGAN Free Information ON SS,™1 A specialized service in choosing a school absolutely free of charge to you. For busy parente and questioning boys and girls reliable information about the kind or achooì desired. Why select hurriedly when expert advice can be had by writing to THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS School and College Bureau Oept. P. 15 N. Wells Street Chicago, Illinois Quartette, by Jean Rhys. (Simon 6? Schuster.) $2.50. Question: "What do married people living in Montmartre, Paris, France, do when they are not writing and painting or otherwise "expressing themselves artis- tically?" Answer: They swap. The Professore Wife, by Bravig Lnbs. (Lincoln MacVeagh.) The high life of a college town. And In The Next Issue- U|^| UR CHEAPEST SENTIMENT," a pleasantly inquisitorial \_J analysis of the Dempsey Complex, by James Weber Linn. "JT1HE IMPORTANCE OF BEING ERNEST— BYFIELD," an M. intimate pen picture of an animate Chicagoan, by Romola Voynow. "npHE RACQUET CLUB," Arthur BisseWs presentation of J. life as lived and games as played by the Town's most grossly- punned fraternity. iirpHE ART INSTITUTE LIONS EXERCISE THEIR PRE- JL ROGATIVES," an incident in the education of Sig. Mestro- vic's horses, by Burton Browne. UT1T0RE ORCHESTRAI, DIN," in which Francis C. Cough- IfJ- lins "Adventures in Insomma" keep him up later than is good for him. ADDITIONALLY, of course, to the usuai and yet not at ali usuai reviews of current entertainment, the pictorial hu- mor of the Town's smartest artists and the bright buzz-z-z-z of The Chicagoan's Town Talk. NEWSSTANDS will vend the issue January 26. Subscrip tion may be entered at the business offices, fiifteenth floor, 407 South Dearborn Street, Chicago. Three dollars the year. Two vears, five dollars. A girl carit be too careful They don't cost much, and you. don't spend much time on their selection, but you smoke quite a few of them in the course of a year. . . . Isn't it the better part of wisdom to choose a ciga- rette that's just as soul-satisfying as your best party dress? Isn't it the better part of pleasure? 1929, R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Company, Winston-Salem, N. C. 12112—7x10