March 16,1929 Price 15 Cents @/m Reg. U F,. Pat. OJ. Tusfc over nine feet long— each containing more than too pounds of ivory! This monster elephant was brought down by Mrs. Bradley on her most recent African trip from Mombassa westward into a jungle land hunted in by lions and peopled by little Ifnown tribes many of whom are cannibals. With Mrs. Bradley were her husband, Herbert E. Bradley, tu>o University of Chicago professors and scores of armed guards and native guides A4rs./Uary Hastings /^OLEy learns about bonds and baseball . . . collegians and canaries AN iron nerve, an unerring finger on the trig' J- *- ger. And a sense of humor so necessary to one who has lived for a year at a time in deep jungle silences. Her favorite diversion is the wit of a Univer sity of Chicago professor . . . "We couldn't live without the column by Prof. James Weber Linn every morning in the Herald and Examiner" Mrs. Bradley says with characteristic enthusiasm. "Prof. Linn has an amazing background. He seems to be on speaking terms with all the famous golfers, football players and baseball men as well as with the writers of literature from the Twelfth Century to the present day. "What a great variety of things he can talk about! Adverbs . . . bonds . . . college youths . . . canaries . . . Christmas . . . nearly everything he says has the little twist you like to remember. "Even when we go to the country, we have Prof. Linn in the Herald and Examiner sent to us every day. Except in Africa, I'm never without the Herald and Examiner." Prof. Linn writes for the Herald and Examiner every day. Enjoy him now — at the left below. ;Viu> ¦ appealed n.-t. »V,, shout' times ¦ , Mr. i c* — \a have *-" ,, *"? II ta did"'' d to >lVe «J \ have P<°»0",o. the «f ttaS«j*SEK«» oi bor' one sl,PPoil;("r,m the po'"* •stte„uo»SW."°ie„«. 0«« ,( ihey.H*, 5Cienct m'?1". ;, \5 0[ politic*. grounf with - ;d <XP«»- . * . 0t a taiiuf :nt *1,lu -viKtn '»*.-; our s;3 nfficia*1* ¦" 1 , \ so ma"V ?""* boUt, — - ¦»..,rr\es t^e rcv.v , ias\no.i. __ I .^';v :austs d'trl' tot a .--, . ,ith ¦»'""?' ^M (art forces t inw*^- -Li, the »»'. ¦"content'4 .Jwi "Villi >c»lisl..y,t"to«he<l°". " ?fi. Cervainly't rducalio" '. j..„M th( aewal m*"> " ,; .mpa»V ?v, autVio'1 his » 'Sf.nnYlM4 Lr»J"S"iaVor- *"T na'satn. '¦"""reom™^510" (otin "'filiation Ttic leader. say quahhed " . he a »>" * ¦- — <h' tnust he a . r„„o»»V <C aulbo»".b;„ <hey ¦Jg jeabedj. V koiiio gi "" iS"*" fgf boaVd u* " The VrOP?ie a romrnUsio0' •"- ^{Sra«o»S- fflV^ *« ^»- • hat our pr,V-. » declaration '„ is w«k- B& InSwW'g ^dence ol «« eriotm » P» ..JIl.ntM.MS »o v uo«- ronSdence ». ; pcrfo"" " , "the city •«" /«»' *' , formed *« "".Arte •«*'" « and t»>c- Mra.or.-'t-"" T7ie reporter who never wrote a line! Harry Romanoff might be a character out of Conan Doyle, but he isn't ... he is the famous reporter on the Herald and Examiner who doesn't write stories. When the gat speaks and violence rides over the city's peace, he is on the job . . . sauntering through Goose Island, loitering around Death Corner, alert for clues! While others write, he scours the city on foot, and telephones what he discovers. Because of his knowledge of Gangland, he has helped solve some of the most perplexing crimes. He symbolizes one of the first duties of a news paper — to aid in the maintenance of law and order. Romanoff is one member of the brilliant staff that produces each day's Herald and Examiner — Arthur Brisbane . . . James Weber Linn . . . Karl Von Wiegand . , . John Lambert . . . O. O. Mcln- tyre . . . Warren Brown . . . Fontaine Fox . . . John Held, Jr. and Lloyd Mayer . . . Glenn Dillard Gunn . . . Ashton Stevens . . . B. C. Forbes . . . Bobby Jones . . . Merryle Rukeseyer . . . these are but a few of its members. And the anonymous writers who report the world's daily drama in the news columns of the Herald and Examiner are the highest paid men and women in the profession. This great staff provides more than 435,000 families with a newspaper full of interesting, wide awake news, alert editorial comment and pleasant menial recreation every morning. If you are not familiar with it now, read a Herald and Examiner tomorrow. Enjoy it. You will make it a morning habit. IM CHICAGOAN i |f THIS wide eyed young lady is not communing with the spirit world. She is gazing into the future — a vision of herself in a new dress made of the newest materials. As the snow melts and the sap stirs in sewing machines, dressmakers, amateur or otherwise, will find in our Fabric Sections shelves of smart printed patterns, bolts of the lovely colors sponsored by the great Paris designers, all the latest silks fore casting delightful fashions for Spring. FABRICS, SECOND FLOOR w An Idea that materialized I TWECWICAGOAN TONIGHT IHF O RM AT 10 N concerning pleasant places to go and things to do after dark — Theatre, Restaurant, Music, Cinema, Books — can be cheerfully and knowingly had by telephoning The Chicagoan any evening between 7 and 11 p. m. The number is HARrison 0036. STAGE Musical Comedy ROSALIE— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Har rison 6510. Marilyn Miller and Jack Donahue nightly supported by vast num bers of stately Ziegfeld ladies who care nothing at all for a cold winter — or a cold, either. A big, lavish, handsome show. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. MUSIC IN MAY— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. Another Shubert operetta gaily and songfully done. A standard evening. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. RIO RITA— Auditorium, 58 East Congress. Harrison 1240. High amorous doings along the Rio Grande are expansively dis- played by Senor Don Florenzo de Zieg- feld in a big show and a merry one. Good singing. Splendid comics. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. WHITE LILACS— Selwyn. 180 North Dearborn. Central 3404. A musical piece brave with the presence of the ven erable but never moribund De Wolf Hopper. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:20. Thursday and Sat. 2:30 (presumably). GAT PAREE— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. A revival of last year's scandalous and rib-busting revue, without Sophie Tucker, the Shubert Madonna, however. It's a good time anyway. Cur tain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. Drama THE ROYAL FAMILY— Harris, 170 North Clark. Central 1880. A very funny comedy pointedly directed against a family of stage stars here admirably mimicked on the boards. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DIAMOND LIL— New Apollo, 74 West Randolph. Central 8240. A very funny comedy, erroneously supposed by the cast to be high, serious stuff. Mae West is the funniest leading lady since the Cherry sisters. Surely. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE TRIAL OF MARY DUGAN— Adel- phi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Until March 30, this moving and refresh ingly accurate presentation of court drama and court-room atmosphere will hold the stage. A 30-week run, Gents. Thirty weeks. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS The Chicago Girl, by Cecil Ogren..Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Dinner and After Dinner 4 Editorially By Martin ]. Quigley 7 Sleeping from Clef to Clef, by Robert Pollak 9 Why NOT Arizona, Irene, by Mary A. Chase 11 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 12 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago, by Francis C. Coughlin 13 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 15 Arthur Meeker, Jr. — Chicagoan — by Arthur Meeker, Jr 16 The Chicago Riding Club, by H. K. Middleton 17 "The Chicagoan's" Town Talk 19 The Stage, by Charles Collins 24 Music, by Robert Pollak 28 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 30 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 32 Meyer Levin's "Reporter" 34 Books, by Susan Wilbur 37 AND SO TO BED— Garrick, 64 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A witty and con vincingly historical portrait of Sam'l Pepys in risque situations which would now, as then, do credit to a high government of ficial under the Harding cabinet. Re viewed on page 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SCARLET WOMAN— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Pauline Frederick ap pears in a small town with an adopted baby — that's her story, and she sticks most amusingly to it. Excellent. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE HIGH ROAD— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. A smooth and snooty comedy dealing with a chorus lady in high English environment. Reviewed on page 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. /ARNEGAN— Woods, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Richard Bennett in a scare-head, scandal scented play of movie manners and immorals. Disapproved by Charles Collins on page 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. WHEN WE DEAD AWAKEN— Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. The last and least of Ibsen's pieces for the stage. Splendidly done but vague, chaotic and choked with bum symbolism. Nevertheless an important piece for any one who would know the theatre. Cur tain 8:20. Mat. Friday only, 2:30. REVIVALS— Chateau, Broadway at Grace, Lakeview 7 170; Kedzie, 3202 West Madi son, Kedzie 1134. These theatres re- offer last year's notable hits and afford a chance for the negligent theatre-goer to complete his schedule of plays. All pretty well done. Call theatres them selves for program information. 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. Call the box office for timely information. MUSIC Chicago Symphony Orchestra, the 38th year. Orchestra Hall. Regular subscrip tion program, Friday afternoon, Saturday evening (the same program). Sixteen Popular concerts during the season, ap proximately every other Thursday eve ning. Tuesday afternoon series, a bit heavier than the Pop concerts, the second and fourth Tuesday of each month. Call Harrison 0363 for program information. [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan— Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chi- cago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. (Pacific Coast Advertising Representatives— Simpson & Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco.) Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. VI. No. 13— March 16, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWtCWICAGOAN 3 fashion Hoard Mrs. Shreve C. Badger Mrs. John V. Farwell, III. Miss Barbara King Mrs. Albert Madlener, Jr. Mrs. Alister H. McCormick Miss Mary Meeker Mrs .William H. Mitchell ^ Miss Sarane Otis tt^J ^_ Miss Muriel Winston ^T^. Mrs.JohnR.Winterbotham,Jr. n ft <*> - ft Spring Fashions At their brilliant best are the Spring fashions now being shown in the newly enlarged Debutante section at McAvoy's . . . This group of young Chicago fashionables who go everywhere, do everything, incomparably smartly dressed, sponsor them to meet the tastes of the chic young woman. For street, sports, for evening wear, teas, and things like that, MeAvoy clothes are the last word in color, line, and joyous expression of the Springtime of 1929. SIX'HUNDRED'AND* FIFTEEN •NORTH* MICHIGAN -I- A street ensemble in beige color. The cape, detached and worn separately with the gown is most graceful. $125 . . . The hat, of beige felt, modelled to the head, $25. 4 TUE CHICAGOAN Peoples Symphony Orchestra— P. Mari- nus Paulsen, conductor. Eighth Street Theatre, 741 South Wabash. Concerts by this new (three years old) group are increasingly notable among informed mu sic lovers. Concert dates are February 24, March 10 and 24, April 7 and 21, May 5. Prague Teacher's Chorus, Professor Moted Dolezil, conductor, third concert, Audi torium theatre, Sunday afternoon, March 10, 3:30 p. m. Marion McAfee, so prano, first Chicago recital since her re turn from London, where she sang at Covent Garden. Studebaker theatre, Sun day afternoon, March 10, 3:30 p. m. Charles Lurvey, accompanist. Frances Gettys, soprano, recital Kimball Hall, Sun day afternoon, March 10, 4 p. m. Isaac Van Grove at the piano. Dulcimer Trio, Emma Menke, pianist, Elsa Becker, vio linist, Lilian Pringle, cellist; concert, Kim ball Hall, Tuesday evening, March 12, 8:15 p. m. Return engagement, Sergei Rachmaninoff, pianist, recital, Orchestra Hall, Sunday afternoon, March 17, 3:30 p. m. Eusebio Concialdi, baritone, re cital, Studebaker theatre, Sunday after noon, March 17, 3:30 p. m. Theodora Troendle, pianiste and Irving W. Gielow, baritone, joint recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, March 17, 3:30 p. m. Woman's Symphony Orchestra, of Chi cago, Ethel Leginska, conductor, third and last concert, Wednesday evening, March 20, at 8:15 p. m., Orchestra hall. Laura Stroud, pianiste, recital, Kimball Hall, Wednesday evening, March 20, at 8:1? p. m. Helen Burnett Koch, pianiste, re cital, Studebaker theatre, Sunday after noon, March 24, 3:30 p. m. Irene Pav- loska, mezzo soprano, and Nina Mesirow Minchin, pianiste, joint recital, The Play house, Sunday afternoon, March 24, 3:30 p. m. CINEMA UHITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — A very alert cinema now com pletely vocal. Perhaps the best. No orchestra. Continuous. McVICKERS— 25 West Madison— The films Balaban and Katz judge as best. All sound. Continuous. ROOSEVELT— 1 10 North State— All audible. Nearly all good film. Continu ous. CHICAGO— State at Lake— Everything in cluding bands, barnstormers and baloney. More or less continuous. ORIENTAL — Pictures, sure, but the young folks go for the band and stage shows, both ghostly reminders of Rajah Ash. Always. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — Hap pily without music, good pictures, good cinema. ORPHEUM— State at Monroe— Pictures. Audiens. Bands. Performers. Every thing. GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon— The best north. MARBRO— 4100 West Madison— The best west. AVALON— 79th at Stony Island— The best south. TABLES Downtown DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. A tav ern of distinction. Rapidly becoming the thing to do with younger LaSalle Street. Polite. Excellent floor. Gene Goldkette's music. Ferris is captain. [listings begin on page 2] LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. Truly "The Claridge's of Chicago." Worldly. Dignified. Gracious. Birgh is head- waiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. As Russian as old St. Petersburg. Colorful. Selective. Superb food. Imported entertainment. Reservations. Khmara is master of cere monies. Kinsky, chief servitor. BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. Important in the Town's scheme. Food for the con noisseur. Margraff's dignified music. Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. After the theater, the Balloon Room to dance to Johnny Hamp's band. Not too young. Pea cock Alley. Barrette is captain. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Saturday only. Preferably formal. Genuine. A new band under the baton of Joe Rudolph. Suave, alert what-you-will. The Hotel Sherman's cuisine. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Again the hotel's superior kitchen accomplishments. Ray Miller's band. Stage celebrities. A rendezvous of the devotees of the sunset. Braun is headwaiter. BLACKHAWK — 139 North Wabash. Dearborn 6260. Very young. Joyous. Coon-Sanders, one of the best bands un der canvas. Until the last whoopee. Dan Tully officiates. North THE GREEK MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. The best entertain ment out North. Roomy. Balcony. Solly Wagner's ample band. Joe Lewis back again with his performing celebri ties. Dave Bondi is captain. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North *bn the Lake. Longbeach 6000. Marine Room. Highly polite. Quiet. Excellent foodstuffs. Ted Fiorito's com petent orchestra. Formal if you wish. SALLY'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. Waffles and things. After the theater or four o'clock in the morning. Everyone else is there or at — RICKETT'S— 2727 North Clark. Straw berry waffles. Marvelous fruit omelette. Beware of the onion soup au gratin. (If this be treason, make the most of it.) All night. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A night place for the knowing. An innovation in cookery — Chinese dishes from the chopping knife of Jim Foo Park; southern victuals under the supervision of Monroe Cowart. Eddie Jackson's lively negro band. Entertain' ers. Hostesses. Gene Harris supervising. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 North Clark. Delaware 1456. A place to have seen. Go and look. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark Ex- cellent German victuals in astounding portions. Ably reviewed by Mr. Cough lin on page 13. NINE HUNDRED— 900 North on Lake- shore Drive. Extremely nice people. Formal after six. Not a club— a lunch eon and dinner place. JULIENS— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Mildly a tradition. An intimate, wholesome place to enjoy food, prepared and served under the able hand of Mama Julien. Dinner at 6:30 sharp. It is well to call and inquire about the menu. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. Fish from the seven oceans. March, having an "R" in it, the oysters will be in fine fettle. One of the few places serving swordfish. Two din ing rooms. Competent waiters. Until the wee sma' hours. AMBER PIE— 118 East Superior. Un usual. Superior edibles in not too tre mendous servings. Amber pie is a rather pleasing dessert. A late dinner place. Nice people. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton. Remarkable victuals. Perfect service. Highly re spectable atmosphere. Preferably formal. Steffins will seat you. CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. Turkish cookery. Atmospheric. In cense. Mons. Mosgofian attends to every detail. Not exactly for the robust ap petite. South SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. An important din ner choice on the south side. Remark able French cuisine. Not too far from the Loop. Dinner music under the di rection of Joska de Barbary. Huber is headwaiter. Yes. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi- gan. Michigan 1837. Old Southern Creole cooking. Leisurely eating in the grand manner. Dancing during dinner. Mons. Max is captain. You might con^ suit him about the menu. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. Young. Lively. Whoopee. Guy Lombardo's famous band. A good time. Reservations over the week-end to be sure of getting in. Billy Leather is headwaiter. RAPHAEL'S— 7913 Stony Island. Re gent 1000. New. Persian. Fine floor. Spacious. Herby Zeller's music. Mallick is headwaiter. CLUB APEX— 330 East 35th. Douglas 4878. Black and tan. Rather nice peo ple as those things go. Entertainment, of course. Jimmy Noon's lively band. Frankie Sine is captain. SUHSET CAFE— Across the street from Apex. The same on a larger, noisier, scale. A good black and tan. Mistuh Porter is headwaiter. Charley Edgar's music. TME CHICAGOAN T17E sigh for the times when irate readers * * rode their hobbies raw, when the disgrun tled subscriber badgered every department of the paper with ill consideration* And people who differed from the statements in the columns, became vehement in declamation* Grouches are essential to life* They lobby for progress- The Journal receives a modicum of mud in the mails. The quondam grouches are contented readers* An overwhelming majority of its fol lowing express themselves entirely satisfied with The Journal's forthright presentation of facts* Nevertheless, The Journal will wel come the grumble of the grouch among its new readers* CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL 0 THE CHICAGOAN ? ? an ongma bywoocl<&bauer ;:r:i:: the ..,„, _ WOJOCR Ibauei0 michiqan avenue at This delightful new creation con tributes more than its share of chic to the new Spring mode . . . Notice its debonair grace ... its studied simplicity... its clever Pat ent piping! And... you may have it in any one of ten new Spring shades ... or Patent Leather! WITH this issue The Chi- a , CAGOAN completes its second t (J I t O T I Q I I Y year. We refrain, heroically, from addressing a word to the skeptics along the line that it not only can be done but it has been done. The Chicagoan, as a magazine of the mode and the moment, has succeeded in establishing itself as a factor of no small influence, in its own peculiar ways, and at the same time affording a modicum of information and a great deal of entertainment to that segment of Chicago's population which is its chief cultural asset. It is a congenial task at this moment to make due ac knowledgment of the support and recognition which has been accorded The Chicagooan in its. first two years. It is pleasant, also, to record here an acknowledgment of a communication recently received from a distinguished person of Chicago in which a statement — which we mod estly but heartily second — was made that, "The Chicagoan is an enrichment of Chicago life." penings are liable to occur because of Prohibition or because of any other S condition. And, it may be added, there is only one proper and one possible means toward re lief : Honesty and competency in public office and in the police department. * THE troubles of the Chicagoan who is abroad in this or any other land continue to multiply. The long- established newspaper reputation of Chicago had been quite enough to contend with, but now with the addition cf what the journalists have identified as the St. Valen tine's Day Massacre, the Chicagoan, among strangers, finds his voice and his leisure hard pressed with the necessities of apology. In this Republican bulwark of North Carolina, where these lines are being written, the natives are permitting their conscientious duty to villify Chicago to interfere even with their more normal pursuits of making corn likker and preaching Prohibition. The lingering regrets over the failure of Secession are being rekindled. Added to the originally conceived evils of the Union is the fact that the South remains linked with such a place as Chicago. ? IN view of the wealth of oratorical speaking and fancy writing that has thus far been lavished upon the North Clark Street shooting it may be said that the moment has arrived for a little plain thinking and plain speaking on the subject. The North Clark Street shooting involves no vast or in tricate questions. Such an event is explainable in only one way and has been due to only one conceivable set of cir cumstances. Nothing but a trail of incompetency and corruption, com mencing in politics and leading through the police depart' ment to the judiciary, could make possible such an occur' rence in any civilised community. Any other explanation amounts only to temporizing with the known facts. Every person in public service in Chicago and Cook County is in some degree blameworthy. It is ridiculous to assert that these conditions of outlawry cannot be successfully contended against or that such hap- THE futility of the practiced methods of dealing with the crime situation is reflected in the current lid- closing operation of the police department. Amid great clamor and excitement a few harmless speakeasies are being closed, and thereby the populace is being ac quainted with the zealousness of the law enforcement bodies. Any person who is even approaching adult life will realize that this is only a pitifully weak and passing flurry. Even at the moment these puny raids are taking place the normal liquor business of the Town, with all of its attend ant threat and actuality of violence, goes on unmolested. The constituted liquor business has political and financial significance; the corner speakeasy has little or n®ne. MEXICO would have us understand that in provid ing the scene for Colonel Lindbergh's romantic in terval it is disproving before the world the allega tions of personal danger to be encountered across the Border. This peculiar brand of Latin logi« seems to argue that if all were not safe and tranquil in Mexico the Colonel would not be a-wooing there. It may be observed, however, that the Colonel and danger are not unfamiliar companions. If he were willing to undertake the flight to Paris, with the comparatively unimportant objectives in view, it seems to us that such guarantees as to personal safety as he would seek to exact on his present mission would in no way amount to an inducement for trans-Border travel for the normal tourist. ? BOCAL journalistic circles are somewhat agitated over [ the appearance of a reporter at the recent County Jail execution in a state of high, alcoholic intoxica' tion. The city editors, now serious and sober pressmen, with the vagaries of the reporter on assignment all faded into the background of the dim past, are becoming appre' hensive that the psychology of "The Front Page" is be' ginning to impress itself upon their boys. However, successful reportorial attendance at capital exe' cutions is a matter of temperament. When the city editor makes a temperamentally unsuited selection he is insuring cither that his appointed representative shall steep himself in strong drink or else, after a comfortable period of re' laxation in an easy chair in the Sheriff's office, he will write his account in such ways as his imagination will best serve him. — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 8 THE CHICAGOAN saks-fiftli avenue chicago palm beacK exclusive representatives for the internationally famous ganna walska T THE CHICAGOAN 9 Sleeping from Clef to Clef The Local, Civic and Altogether Musical Situation By ROBERT POLLAK ^JO matter what you are told to the 1 ™ contrary, the hermaphroditic vision in stone next to the Art Insti' tute is not the Spirit of Music in Chi' cago. To be sure it was dedicated to the memory of Theodore Thomas, but he was neither without sex nor art. His healthy ghost, exerting itself through the benificent influences of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, still reaches out a lusty guiding hand, hov ering over the destinies of the band that he, more than anyone else, helped to build. For it is the Symphony, after all, around which the entire local musical wheel revolves. The spectral benedic tion of Mr. Thomas rests upon the heads of little children who go, of a week'day afternoon, to be initiated into the mysteries of strings and wood' winds. Listening to the genial stage spiel of Herr Frederick Stock, they quickly learn the difference between the bassinet and the bassoon. On Fri' day afternoon the nicest crowd of ladies in Town is subjected to thor' ough inoculations of Brahms, Strauss and Franck. And though their minds may stray to late afternoon shopping appointments or kindred important topics,, a good bit of the serum cannot help talking. The Saturday night audience is, I want to think, the best musical gang in Chicago. Drawn. from the highly complex civilization lying between Evanston and Beverly Hills, it is by turns keenly critical and raptly enthus' iastic. The foyer at Orchestra Hall between halves is the scene for a sym' posium of our most alert minds. Epi' grams fly by the dozens, critiques flut' ter a second and die in space. Tobacco smoke spreads a blue pall over the scene until the warning bell rings, when appointments are made for one of the half'dozen Sunday afternoon concerts and the cognescenti return to their seats. IT'S a cinch that Mr. Stock is often a subject of some of these debates. There exists an Anti'Stock clan of no mean proportions. But, by and large, he carries on the tradition of Theodore Thomas in a noble and friendly man' ner. He has all the dignity and effec tiveness of a proud civic edifice plus a great fund of geniality and musical inquistiveness. He meets the bulk of modern composition with open arms. When the stiff'shirts at the Arts Club are set for a dose of Schonberg or Krenek it is Stock who renders the treatment less painful by a few good' humored and intelligent words. He influences the career, directly or indi' rectly, of every amateur musical or' ganization in town. He peers keenly from conservatory to conservatory, on the watch for symphony timber or pos' sible soloists in the ranks of home tal' ent. And, in my memory, it was only once that he missed a good bet. The dominating influence of the or' chestra may in time prove to be too much of a good thing. It might stand a little healthy competition which the People's Symphony, the Civic Orches' tra, and Madame Leginska's Woman's 10 THE CHICAGOAN Symphony are unable to give it to date. For this reason the current propagand' ist activities of M. Andre Skalski, pianist and conductor, bear consider' able watching. Skalski is a young man and a good musician. He has all the pep and the mixing ability of a super' bond'salesman. He says that he means to found a permanent orchestra in Chi' cago, and maybe he will. LET us wander on to one of the mt more important subsidiaries of the Commonwealth Edison Company — I refer to the Chicago Civic Opera. It is open to question how much an opera house contributes to the vital, develop' ing life of music in Chicago or any where else. Uniquely known as the Bawdyhouse of the Arts, the Opera may be open to consideration only as a stamping ground for swells. This view'point is perhaps a little extreme. The repertoire at the old Auditorium picked up all along the line last year The roster of singers certainly com' pared favorably with the Metropolitan, and Chicago opera audiences sat through five or six performances of Die Walkure without bankrupting the management. The history of 20 Wacker drive will tell the tale. Next year the opera crew means to continue the work of "educating" the Chicago public to bigger and better things. The new house will have a small hall for the more intimate works of Mozart and Strauss. A good wing of German soloists is in contemplation. This business of meeting the require' ments of a budget and building artistic standards simultaneously is a tough racket. It requires a species of rope dancing that is a test for any man' agement. The executives of the opera seem to be going at it honestly and as rapidly as they can. THE critical memory of Ravinia is always a bit dazed. Despite the nightly battle with the mosquitoes and the sharp whistle of Northwestern en gines, the park is a place of magic and moonshine. Under that oak canopy the most tawdry coloratura aria takes on a new lease of life. One look at the yellow moon and Puccini needs no justification. The geographical assets of Ravinia, together with its fine corps of singers and reasonable repertoire, make it one of the most interesting musical spots in the world. Mr. Eckstein, too, is not afraid to spend money to educate the customers. He toils the year round hiring first-rate singers, he uses a ma' jority of the members of the Symphony for his pit orchestra, and he is not averse to the costly experiment of an occasional novelty. And lest we for' get, there is the fascinating crap game that goes on in the drive'Way where the chauffeurs wait for the ladies in the diamond circle. These and other little customs give Ravinia an air of informality that is not usually associ' ated with such a staid institution as a palace of grand opera. BACK to the Loop and the Gordon String Quartet. The far from melancholy Jacques, Mr. Stock's right' hand bower, is a person of no small consequence in our musical picture. The art of chamber music reaches the so'Called hoi'polloi last of all. Up to their dying gasp the Flonzaleys were subsidized and they played to small, if brainy, audiences all over the coun' try. The Gordon Quartet, accord ingly, may have tough sledding to find ultimately its large and responsive pub lic. But, judging from the quality of recent performances, it is only a ques tion of time. Gordon, Hancock, Wag' ner and Evans — a gold star group whether in Beethoven or Ravel. Gor' don, concertmaster of the Symphony, organizer of a quartet, recitalist and teacher, gets about town quite a bit anyway. He has even been known to lead the grand march at Actor's Equity Balls with a dizzy blonde on each arm. It has been too long since I was an inmate of a conservatory to know very much of what goes on in pedagogical circles. The school seems to be thriv ing lustily in spite of frequent rumors of feud, scandal and favoritism. Czer' wonky, Gordon, Sametini for the vio' lin; Levy, Raab, Salski, Louise Robyn for the piano; Gandell, Shakespeare, Devries and Hackett, for the voice; these and many others seem to be still doing business at the same old stand, sending out promising young scrapers, thumpers and bellowers to take their chance in the big musical lottery. The insidious institution of the master class still exists. • An artist with a fancy name is imported at a fancy price for a six or eight week period and the big'eyed children of the plains flock in from Galesburg and Keokuk to sit at the feet of the idol for so much an hour. Nine times out of ten the wor' shippers are still in the octave and scale stage and would do better to stay at home and practice. But its a great racket for the conservatories. THE choral history of the town has been set back twentyfive years by the death of William Boeppler, erst' while conductor of the Chicago Bach Chorus and the Chicago Singverein. The Bach Chorus, only two years old, had started ®n the way to glorify the tonal atmosphere with a gift for the proper projection of cantatas and chorales that would have soon set it in a class with the best choirs of Europe or the famous Bethlehem chorus. Whether Boeppler's successor will appear only the future can tell. In the meantime we have the unequal if well meaning performances of the Apollo Club, the Mendelssohn Club and the well'drilled young singers of Dean Peter Lutkin at Northwestern University. That University, let it be noted, has its south side rival lashed to the mast where musical matters are concerned. The Lutkin Chorus, a sphool of music, the picturesque goingS'on at the North Shore Musical Festival, contrast sharply with the measly symphony series at the University of Chicago. The Uni- versity is evidently still of the opinion that the science of chilling veal or the study of cost accounting is of more cultural significance than the art of Beethoven and Wagner. And, like so much else in modern education, it pains a harmless alumnus. HAVE I covered the canvas? Not at all. There are a hundred-and- one other manifestations of local mu sical life that call for mention. Local composition, for instance. The provok- ing and significant talents of a gentle man named John Alden Carpenter, who sells sails and things to sailors and writes ballets about the age of ma chinery that are heard with as much appreciation in Munich as in Orches tra Hall; the welHntentioned compo sitions of Leo Sowerby, who occasion ally hits the bullVeye and will probably better his average as time goes on; the intermittent pronouncements of La Vio- lette, Edward Collins, Otterstrom and Ruth Crawford, who, at least, let us know that people around us are per petually writing music. More snapshots that go in the album : The truculent Mr. Petrillo, who wages frequent war with the Symphony As- [ CONTINUED ON PAGE 40] THE CHICAGOAN n Why NOT Arizona, Irene ? A Gentle Rejoinder from the Sunswefat West IN a recent number of The Chica goan, an article by Irene Castle McLaughlin attempted to cast asper sions on Arizona. Now I know that Arizona does not need me to come to her rescue, and I also know that Irene Castle's name would carry much more weight in a dancing contest than mine, but when it comes to the etiquette of the desert, the grandeur of the western scenery, and the chivalry, yes chivalry, of the cow-boys, I think my opinion would outrank hers, especially after reading her article. I, too, left Chicago, in a zero tern' perature, exhausted from the effort of departure, but the next day I began to shed my troubles, like water off a duck's back, in the snow-covered fields of Kansas. Now if this article were about Kansas, I would have a great deal to say, and it wouldn't be flattering, but Arizona— that's a different story. I, too, was called at five-thirty, or thereabouts, on the morning of the third day, to detrain for Castle Hot Springs, but I didn't mind; it meant the end of the journey, and then I can't be called too early anyway, on a Pullman sleeper. The sooner the better, especially after retiring at eight-thirty the night before. Nine hours of sleep ought to be enough for anybody. STUMBLING over protruding suit cases and shoes, we disembarked in the grey dawn of a February morn ing and entered the near-by bungalow where Irene ate a silent breakfast in a fur coat. A blazing open fire greeted us as we entered and, after removing our wraps, our party of six were soon swapping stories over one of the best breakfasts I have ever eaten. Huge goblets of orange juice, delicious coffee (probably "Manor House") and poached eggs on toast which I scorn at home. A red glow in the east startled me; I thought it was a fire, but was po litely informed that I was about to wit ness the sun rising over the desert. One who has never seen this phenome non has something to live for. By MARY A. CHASE Of course, it was cold as we stood outdoors watching the sun rise. We weren't at Palm Beach, and one ex pects a chill in the air in February, in the early morning and late afternoon in Arizona where the sun is so gener ous with her violet rays that we have to forgive her for keeping union hours. THE rising sun disclosed a waiting motor and a smiling chauffeur, an erstwhile cow-boy who has had the same job for fifteen years. If I had known this at the time it would have been very consoling as the drive over the mountains is thrilling to say the least, especially to a tender-foot, and I remember regretting that I had not made my will before leaving home. Otherwise it passed off pleasantly. The mountains with imposing, mon umental cacti, the picturesque forma tion of the rocks resembling castles on the Rhine, were all new and wonder ful to me. It is from this strange architectural formation (and not Irene's middle name) that the Springs derives its title. One cannot exaggerate the approach to Castle Hot Springs itself, and no one had prepared me for the beauty of the surroundings. I had expected cacti and sage brush, but no one had told me of the avenue of palm trees, the orange grove with trees laden with fruit, and roses, calendulas, and violets in bloom! Where, oh where, in Palm Beach, Irene, can you match that? "Every one looked dressed up for a fancy dress party," is another of Irene's criticisms, but isn't it true when we go to a ball we dress as becomingly as we can? Women who have their hair waved and their nails manicured at stated intervals at home enjoy the re laxation of blue jeans in Arizona and have the satisfaction of knowing that they are suitably and attractively clad. IRENE, a horse woman at home, for gets to mention beautiful rides over the mountains, or in the dry river bed, culminating in a picnic lunch in a can yon, where cow-boys exhibit their prowess in broiling steak and making coffee over an open fire. These same cow-boys, whom she derides, wouldn't hesitate to take the most vicious west ern horse out in the corral, and break him. They have ridden in rodeos all over this country and at Wimbleton, England. If that isn't a cow-boy qualification, what is? In all deference to Irene's six hunt ers, I would rather trust my life on the narrow trails to one of the dis- couraged, moth-eaten burros dozing in the corral than to one of her nervous thoroughbreds which she longed for. They would, for instance, undoubtedly shy at an unexpected carcass inde cently exposed and plunge to the bot' torn of the canyon. If one can overcome an aversion to pools (and if I did, anybody can) and stand under the hot cataract, as it descends from the rocks twenty feet above at a temperature of one hundred and twenty driving all aches and pains from one's anatomy, one will marvel, as I did, at the Lord's heating plant and thank Him for establishing it in Arizona. ONE day as I was walking up to the pool, and it is quite a walk in the hot sun, one of the men working in the garden — probably noticing my short breath and halting step — lifted his hat saying, "Lady, I have a burro, an' I'll be glad to lend him to ye when ye go up to wash." This, to me, exemplifies the spirit of Castle Hot Springs, from our genial host, who offered to convert my bal' cony into a bathroom over night, to the chef in the kitchen, who can teach any New England house'wife how to make pumpkin pie!!!!! 12 THE CHICAGOAN §, Intimate Chicago Views Sig. Mestrovic's Horses Are Initiated into the Town's Bronze Aristocracy THE CHICAGOAN 13 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago Beginning a Survey of Current Eating Parlors ^^NE comes prayerfully to the V-/ matter of dining in Chicago by disclaiming all racial predilection and social preference. Thus purged of un reasonable pride— a touching conces sion to Lenten austerities— the diner finds himself prepared to eat without prejudice, if not entirely without pas sion. Let there be a word, also, concern ing science, falsely so called. It is not the purpose of this survey to discover a balanced diet, a healthful, sane, remedial course in eating; such in quiry we leave to the specialist in stomach pathology. And neither is this survey concerned with sanitary victualry in the brisk and charlatan tradition of glazed kitchenware and laundered scullions. It is no business of ours what germs lurk in the moustaches of an Italian chef; we look solely to his table and judge him, man By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN to platter. Further, mention in these columns introduces each item as a self-contained institute of victualry. Eating places are assigned order in print with no regard for comparative prestige. Then —To The Table! ON North Clark, where untidy street cars lambast through an erstwhile quiet and Germanic neigh' borhood, two street signs remain as vestiges of a leisured era. One, a mag' nificent wooden Indian, proffering cigars before a tobacco shop. The other, a smouldering star, incandescent at baking heat. The street heraldry of the Red Star Inn— 1528 North Clark. Entering the Inn, the diner steps into a German Gasthaus flanked by what was once, alas, a bar. The bar is still decorative; altogether it is a handsome specimen of bar, a museum piece no less, but unhappily it is no longer stimulating. The amber and white goblets which cross its polished deck to rest on plain wooden tables in the tap room are aesthetic, but they are ersatz. Let them rest as decorations. They do well as such. The clear beer, beaded and cold under a magnificent collar, harmonizes in tone with the white wood on which it rests, for these tables are severe in the German manner and scoured until the naked wood is itself a decoration reflecting faintly the colored light from tinted and leaded windows about the dim room. Pass through the tap room and enter the main dining room; it can also be entered from the side. Here is a for' est brown chamber, the beams scrolled in that curious fashion peculiar to German woodworking craft so that they somehow convey the primitive wood feeling, the feeling of branches "It is not quaint; it is simply robust, cosy, sentimental and German." 14 THE CHICAGOAN in a forest. The walls are dark. Tables and chairs solid. The waiters, deft, respectful, unhurried. The atmo sphere is quiet, stable, old-world. It is not quaint; it is simply robust, cosy, sentimental and German. Moreover, the business of the Red Star Inn is to purvey food. Gentle men and ladies seated at its tables are not here to see or be seen. They are here to eat. And they do so in a quiet, thorough, breath-taking Teutonic man ner, a manner solid as roast goose meat, expansive as the noble German pancake and efficient as the gentleman who presides with his celluloid wand over the draught beer. ONE cannot go into detail over Red Star menus. It is a task com' parable to going into detail over a civilization. Be it sufficient to mention fish done amply and fowl done hand' somely — and none of your decadent sauces either. The whole family of sausages here finds haven, particularly the succulent thueringer in a golden brown semi'circle flanking a bayou of brown, honest pan liquor. An acco lade, too, for sauerkraut, here sub' limated from base cabbage into some thing almost spiritual. And pancake, as imposing as the leaf of a water lily. And turtle soup, ersatz it may be, but a triumph of applied chemistry even so. And steaks, thick, red, stalwart as a platoon of Potsdam Grenadiers. And dark brew, bowdlerized it is true, but still with a voluptuous body and scratch. YET pause a moment over the menu, and let the eye rejoice while the famished palate grows hollow and taut as a tom-tom. Perhaps the stuffed mango takes eye and palate alike. And if not, then there are the soups, lentil mitt'wurst, and chowder, and noodle, and turtle and clam broth and that transcendent onion soup brewed mild by a careful chef and heightened with cheese. The fish we mention — it is splendid, but pass it by; gluttony in Lent is a grievous matter. But let the eye feast on pancakes. Jelly pancakes, and German apple, and egg and fresh strawberry. And ome' lettes, a glance for them, mushroom and jelly and fine herbs and potato' onion. Then come resolutely to the entrees. Here are liver dumpling with sauer- kraut, paprika chicken mitt Spaetzle, sweetbreads mitt Spaetzle, German kidney stew with noodles (Oh, divine noodles), a Gothic profusion in bread' stuffs, and Wiener Schnitzel with pickled beets and German fried pota' toes. Yet hold, here is jumbo squab with cauliflower. And here, too, stuffed pigeon en casserole with red cabbage and sweet potatoes. (At this point Artist Clark left off his reading and shrilled for a waiter.) E have mentioned sausages, that noble family beloved of Father Rabelais condemned to a life time of French sauces and fast days, poor fellow. He probably did not know that compound of veal chop, kidneys and cauliflower, with au gratin potatoes, and so his native France was bearable. If the eye still hungers, let it have access to the Kalter Aufschnitt. Re' gale it with salads, vegetable and cheeses. With Lieder\rantz, Camem bert, Swiss Gruyere, Limburger and Liptauer. Best described in German as Herrlich. And finally the whole hierarchy of strudels, apple and cherry and what not. And then coffee. IN the interval, while mysteries are being wrought in the kitchen, learn the history of the Red Star. It has stood on this Clark street corner for 30 years. It was designed by Papa Gallauer, himself, even to the deer skull in the highest rafter, a decoration as old as the oldest Teutonic feast hall. And though copied, it has never been duplicated. Rudolph Preis, headwait er, has been with the Red Star for 28 years. Hans, another waiter, has served 17. Fritz, 18 years. Chris, since 1912. The present cook is a new comer with only five years behind him. With his tenure was the Great Schism. A 16-year cook was discovered to be a lazy bones; he tried, also, to run the restaurant. Papa Gallauer stood his nonsense for that decade and more; he is a patient man. But patience has its end sooner or later. The heretic cook was discharged. Things have gone smoothly ever since. Now a young Gallauer has graduated from Yale and another from Latin School. The host beams over his tables. He knows his guests and sees to them punctually in the thorough German manner. The institution is sturdy, mature, respected. The Red Star is no paltry "atmo sphere" tavern to be carried by storm in a single night. It must be reduced by mining and siege and patience and repeated assaults in close order, made shoulder to shoulder at its tables under the beneficent white Van Dyke of Herr Gallauer, proprietor, shining amidst brave eating like the plumes of Navarre on a groaning field. Still, one may com prehend the elements of grand strategy as imparted by Herr Preis, head- waiter, and so gradually learn the secrets of the citadel. Approach humbly and with good appetite if you are to master Red Star victualry. ALL things considered it was the i printed slogan that did it. The slogan was a masterpiece. It read, originally, No Wines! No Liquors! No garish display! No orchestral din! People thought, automatically, of Hen- rici's at lunch time. Then Randolph street blinded with Movie and Legit lights, signs 70 feet tall, some of them, and Henrici's was a night place the instant those tall signs went dark — a night place still without orchestral din, yet a curiously gay refuge, comfortable, bright, happy in after theatre memories and well fed. Noon at Henrici's is what noon is to the hurried Loop. A jam on the sidewalks. A hurried meeting of groups who have arranged luncheon over the telephone. A brief, leisurely instant before the ordered meal. The meal itself. A cigarette with coffee and lull for another breathing space. A handshake and the office routine. But at night, the pace slows. The THE CHICAGOAN 15 stream of city life expands and mir rors back the happenings of the Town. Couples stop by for coffee and a sand wich and an exchange of gossip. Someone always knows someone else, so that there are visits between tables. Actors come in, some of them with their complexions still strained after cold creaming the makeup from their faces. (Actors are prodigious eaters; happy the restauranteer who pleases them.) Gents from the City News Bu reau lounge in — their talk of news yet to be born in the morning's headlines, talk wise in the 'phone yammer from a dozen police stations. Suburban couples, sometimes with wide-eyed young athrill with being awake, take their midnight lunches in festival fashion; for them, being in the Loop at night is an expedition, a picnic. And young people in love, hardly knowing the excellence of Henrici's cuisine. And older couples well aware of victualry and long schooled in night dining; these eat meticulously and well, having every care for a judicious selec tion from the special supper menu. At the big round table to the rear, a group of young wide-awakes make merry over a steak supper. Four young girls, downtown on a theatre escapade, chatter amazingly. A noted theatre critic astutely has at his newspaper. For him, it is an old story. He is silent, a little lonely perhaps. He withdraws from the chatter. For an hour, perhaps, Henrici's is at its height, wakeful, and gay, and Town- wise and varied. Then, in a barely perceptible instant, the exodus begins. People drift slowly out of the restau rant. A couple in formal dress. They are met by a chauffeur. The suburban family is off with a great bustle. Gradually the tables are left vacant. Only at a few, inveterate diners linger over ornate pastries and clear coffee. Theirs has been splendid food in what ever mode may have pleased the fancy, a quiet, unhurried supper. A thor oughly cosmopolitan menu. Nice peo ple. No orchestral din. OUT at Joe Ambra's— 746 Tay lor — the cuisine is limited. So, too, is the aesthetic appeal — if one ex cepts the gorgeously tinted portrait enlargement of Diamond Joe Esposito which graces the rear wall of Signor Ambra's eating parlor. Indeed, though Mr. Meyer Levin is fond of declaring — after an imposing meal at the Red Star — that the adjoining wooden In dian is the best piece of public statuary in Chicago, he has never — no matter how imposing the meal at Ambra's — declared that Diamond Joe's portrait is of artistic note. Thus cut off from critical approbation, Signor Ambra must trick out his table to suit the palate. He does. The diner entering Joe Ambra's places himself at the host's disposal. There are six tables at Joe's, and one booth. Joe himself is head waiter. There is no other waiter. Very tact fully the headwaiter suggests a menu. It is not well to contradict Joe's sug gestion — to do so betrays ignorance of the Roman art of eating. Joe suggests Ravioli a la Joe. You smile and agree. Soup? Perhaps not this time. Chicken? Splendid. Pas try? Well, perhaps. Coffee? Later. There may be Meat Balls, also a la Joe. Or spaghetti. Presently, for Joe is cook, the ravioli comes to table. It is a splendid, up standing kind of ravioli, fortified with melted cheeses and gay with red sauce. Voluptuous, it is, satisfying and mem orable. But, alas, the recipe is not to be conveyed without terrific linguis tics. Moreover, there is Joe's bread to be taken care of — long stick bread in the Italian fashion, and neatly cut on a bias so that a whole stick may be manipulated as an accordion. Each diner tears off a slab at will. After the ravioli, the chicken — young and tender chicken, most delicately browned. Or meat balls, drenched in mysterious sauce which lends a kind of nimbus of glory to the dish. And next, pastry in the rococco Italian style. Pastry with volutes and columns and domes and sea waves sculptured on it, each piece a triumph of mixed archi tecture and mixed colors. And finally clear, strong coffee and cheese, a gor- gonzola in the Italian manner. And by way of top-off nuts and apples. After which let the hardy diner assay an Italian cigar. But this strictly at the diner's peril. For music, play Joe's player piano. If you stick with it, sooner or later it knows the "Blue Danube Waltz." Poetic Acceptances The Unknown Writer of Sailor Chanties Takes the Foreman's Job at a Glasshl owing Factory Solo: I'll take the job as foreman of your glass factoree. Cho: Blow, my bully boys, blow. So : I'll never ship for Rio again with Stackerlee. Cho: Blow, my bully, bully boys, blow, blow, blow. So: I'll take the job as foreman, I'll have to sing both parts. Cho: Blow, my bully boys, blow. So: For how's he a blower going to sing When at his work he starts? Cho: Blow, my bully, bully boys, blow, blow, blow. [N. B. The rest of the song seems to have become confused with "Ams terdam Aggie" and "The Wayward Apprentice."] —DONALD PLANT. JH&C 16 THE CHICAGOAN jyTEEKER, AR THUR, JR., born, Chicago, Illi nois, November 3, 1902, eldest and only son of Arthur and Grace (Murray) Meeker (poor dears!). Educated privately and, in the main, unsuccessfully. Attended Princeton, 1921-23; Harvard, 1923-24. (Comparative note: Father went to Yale.) After leaving Harvard com posed some 999 articles during ten months with the Chicago Herald and Examiner, spent three summers and a great many dollars in Europe, and wrote that much discussed romance, "American Beauty." Favorite books: "Lettres de Madame de Sevigne," Edith Wharton's "The House of Mirth," and, possibly, "The Little Colonel's Knight Comes Riding," by Annie Fellows Johnston. Favorite flower: the snapdragon. Pastimes: whistling the major arias of Mozart and collecting minor French 17th cen tury memorialistes. Sports — but stop! This cannot go on forever. (As a mat ter of fact, it could, but I'm afraid of boring you or — worse yet — me.) IT is a difficult task to write about yourself. However, it is more dif ficult still to read with equanimity what others have written of you. Therefore, I've come to the conclusion that it is better for me to make a stab at it at least, especially as there are a number of damaging misconceptions current concerning a certain brilliant young journalist which I should like to dis' pose of. Once and for all. A selection from my winter's fan mail might prove illuminating on this score. (I say nothing of the discon tented suburban young men who be siege me on the telephone for introduc tions to Mrs. Potter Palmer.) One of my unknown feminine admirers dc clared that, after reading my articles, she "wouldn't trust me round the corner with a nickel." Another lady, who described herself with simple no bility as "Just a North Shore Mother," accused me, with charming abandon, of all the vices she knew how to spell, and enclosed by way of warning a harrowing sob story by Winifred Black picturing the lonely death bed of a "Society Man." Best of all, though, did I appreciate the efforts of one fervent Crusader who ended his letter, "Poor sinner, you go on my praylist tonight!" But, after all, this sort of thing can't continue indefinitely. And annoying CI4ICAGOAN/ Arthur Meeker, Jr. By ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. people, which is tremendously good fun at first, palls, alas, in the long run. So I think perhaps I'd better tell the truth for once, don't you? In the first place, (1) I am a very serious person, not a cross between a masculine Emily Price Post and a lit tle tin lounge lizard. (2) I don't give a damn for Soci ety with a capital S, and if anybody, after reading my articles, still thinks I do, you know where I hope he goes to! (3) I have never in my life made an epigram. (4) I am not, have no intention of becoming, nor could I be if I tried, the Ward McAllister of the Middle West. So far, so good. I have told you some of the things I am supposed to be and am not. Now let me try to tell you (this won't be so easy) a few of the things I am. FIRST and foremost, I am a literary man. Since the age of seven I have been writing. It's all I cared to do, all I ever hoped for and dreamed of. At eight I had written a book of poems as well as a slightly cynical bi' ography of Queen Elizabeth. At nine, a collection of fairy tales and one ex' ceedingly dramatic love story, "Fair but False." At fourteen I had com' pleted a 600-page novel of Dublin so' ciety, "Miss Katie's Nieces, or Nora from Kerry." (Really nothing dis' mayed me in those days.) Before I was twenty I'd written two more novels and any number of plays — all these before the start of my so-called professional career. Nobody ever encouraged me. At various times, during my early strug- gles — and even later, when things were beginning to come my way — it has been suggested to me by reproachful rela' tives that I would be better employed (A) in the diplomatic service, (B) in Cousin John's bank, (C) in the edi' torial office of a magazine, (D) as a clerk in the feed business, (E) in "any regular job, dear!" But, you see, I knew what I wanted. ASIDE from my work, I am rather i a lonely chap, whilst in Chicago at any rate. I take long walks on the Drive. And play the piano for hours on end. In addition to the above men- tioned tastes, I own to an inordinate fondness for French motor trips, Eng' lish tailors, fresh Beluga caviar, auto' biographies of famous prima donnas, good conversation, and reading Bae' dekers in bed. (My pet dislikes include coming-out balls, organized athletics, people who say "home" when they mean "house," pigs' feet, and the Group Spirit.) I love Chicago, but I love to leave it, too. Most of my best friends live somewhere else. And I'm fonder of my friends than of anything else in the world. SOME day I hope to have a house in France. (Beverley Nichols says Versailles, but I think I'd choose a farm out Normandy way, or the little castle I described in "American Beauty.") I would never give up America permanently, not that I fancy it couldn't get on without me, but be cause people who do that are so un utterably futile and footless. And I'm going to keep on writing books as long as my name is Arthur Meeker, because I know — oh, how deeply and surely I know! — that's what I was born to do. There! I've said nearly all I in tended to say, and it wasn't as hard as I had feared. Not a word, you note, about fourth generation Chicagoans, or life on the Gold Coast, or how it feels to be a gilded young man, at whose frown whole regiments of debu- tantes topple over like paper dolls in a draught. All that, my friends — does it disturb you if I confess it? — is merely the bun\! THE CHICAGOAN 17 Chicago Clubs: An Inquiry THE Chicago Riding Club is brisk in the manner of new clubs. It is a club resolutely planned in conformity to a very definite end. A club organized by leaders who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it. And a club so thoroughly, pain stakingly and lavishly built that it is the finest of its kind in the world. The Chicago Riding Club is exactly what its name means. It is an organ ization for and of gentleman (and lady) riders. It is a citadel of horse manship for sport and pleasure, indif ferent to the mechanized boulevard and strong in a $1,500,000 establishment at Erie, Ontario and McClurg Court, a little outside the south east limits of the Gold Coast. It is, moreover, a bit unconcerned with society and vastly interested in the horse. TO quote from an early prospectus, "The Riding Club is intended to X — The Chicago Riding Club By H. K. MIDDLETON satisfy a need which has long existed in Chicago for a place where the pleas ure and benefits of horseback riding, and equestrian sports in general, may be enjoyed throughout the year in a suitable and pleasing environment." There was preliminary agitation, of course, even before a prospectus could be issued. The need for a club was discussed and re-discussed. Gradually in 1922-23 a group of the more fervid conversationalists drew together to take action. They included: Col. Robert R. McCormick, John Hertz, John Borden,. Otto W. Lehmann, Martin J. Quigley, Harold E. Foreman, Prentiss D. Coonley, Albert B. Dewy, Jr., Leonard S. Florsheim, Albert W. Har ris, Albert D. Lasker, C. H. Markham, Charles A. McCulloch, James A. Pat ten, Joseph M. Patterson, George F. Porter, Earle H. Reynolds, Joseph T. Ryerson, James Simpson, Lawrence F. Stern, Silas H. Strawn, John R. Thompson, Frank R. Warren and Wil liam Wrigley, Jr. A DINNER or two, and the group set out to achieve a club after a horseman's heart. The actual process was a kind of whoop and rally. Rob ert McCormick became President, John Hertz, Vice-President, John Bor' den and Otto Lehmann, Second Vice' Presidents, Martin J. Quigley, Sec retary and Harold Foreman, Treasurer. The treasury was established with breath taking offhandedness. Officers and directors calmly pledged from $5,- 000 to $25,000 each— a majority of the pledges went the full 25. These pledges were, of course, a guarantee. Eventually they will be taken up out of club receipts. The corporation is not for profit. Like trade follows the flag, building follows the establishment of a solvent club treasury. Land was purchased, 18 THE CHICAGOAN work begun. Finally in December, 1924, the club arena found itself mas saged for a formal opening. HAT an opening! In the Holy of Holies — the Paddock Club — the first opening is still talked about. In the history of horseback riding there has been nothing like it. To begin with the huge hall was new, draughty, patently unfinished. The ring itself (tanbark, over cinders, over caisson clay) was strange and untried. The caisson clay had been brought in frozen. Under the tanbark and cinders it reverted to a devilish blue ooze at once slippery and tenacious. Horses went knee deep into the mess. The music ride — to a splendid $40,000 or gan — was no conspicuous success. But the polo game against an Eastern team was something homeric. It was like playing polo in a gigantic soup tureen, a bowl 300 feet long and 100 feet wide. Horses skidded and came down splashing. Riders descended to sit, and stayed sitting to invoke every horsely deity from that posture while groping for a hand-hold in the swamp. John Borden, who was Second Vice- President, bore up until that polo game. Then he resigned. But the club survived; a horseman is a hardy fellow. The opening got it' self laughed about — finally — and was lived down. Under the managing di rectorship of Max Corpening it moves along at an even pace on an easy keel. A kind of revival of the old, gracious life of the English manor against the steel and hubbub of Chicago. Club life itself is modeled somewhat in the manorial tradition. A free, easy sort of atmosphere at once loose and at once formal with the natural formality attendant on good breeding and good horses. The club lounge is pleasant and leisurely. A lounge for bridge and tea and horsely gossip after ex ercise and the lordly feeling of being astride a thoroughbred. IF one prefers, and if one telephones in advance, one may dress in riding clothes and be met at the door by horse and groom. An instant, and mount and rider are on the tanbark of the arena. Or the rider goes to a wide locker room and there assumes boots and breeches. If the rider is a polo man he goes to an imposing locker room, indeed, an ample space bordered in colored helmets and polo sticks at each man's locker and past trim riding boots in their boot-trees standing at military attention in each man's place. Before riding, a member may stroll past the stalls on two floors to either side of the arena. There are just now perhaps 300 horses at the riding club. Each horse in his own place, his name and owner's name clearly lettered so that the stroller may see — it is hardly necessary; your typical horseman knows these mounts at a glance. The thoroughbreds know, too, or at least they nudge their noses to the bars of the box stalls in expectation of sugar. Jack, the doorman, will tell stable gossip about this mount or that. How Mr. Vehon's Barbara Jane has a cold in the head and is consequently equipped with a hood so that she stares out of her stall, a sheepish Klaness. Jack tells, too, of Paul Manz's Rajah, reputedly the cleverest horse in the club stables. Rajah discovered in his own way that sometimes his stall did not quite snap shut. The catch failed to take hold. By nosing the latch up carefully and swinging it out he was able to step forth a free horse. This information he filed in his long head. t)ne night, says Jack, Rajah felt cold. Very cautiously he worried his stall open and set off down the stable corridor. He found blankets, three of them, belonging to another horse. These he carried back to his chill straw and on them slept content. THE upper and eastern stalls are reserved for horses of the Black Horse Troop when that new organiza tion is mounted as the smart cavalry of Chicago. Adjoining the Black Horse stables is the tidy retreat of the Paddock Club, a mysterious inner organization of the larger fraternity. A dark, pan elled suite comfortable with men's fur niture, a billiard table in one room, a card table, a kitchen and a worn piano. On the ground floor under the northeast balcony, the Riding Club supports its own forge and smithy. In the extreme northeast corner its own restaurant and grill. Saddles, har nesses, bridles — the paraphernalia of riding are cleaned after use and stored in order in the tac room. Let mention be here made of the tacman — of his drawings which decorate his cubby. And finally in the southeast corner of the club building W. J. Wy' man's saddlery is decorative with shin' ing leathers. The life of the Riding Club centers about the tanbark arena under its arched steel and glass roof. Long af ternoons the organ is merry at a marching tune for prancing riders. The organ tone, shuddering and opu lent always, is strangely impressive over tanbark, the horses sleek and nerv ous and willing. Two Fridays a month the club holds music rides more or less formally. But almost any afternoon the organ lends its voice for a few hours. Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fri days at 5:15 club teams are hard at polo. Occasionally, too, matches with teams representing other riding groups are fought out at night. To all such matches admission is free. The long balconies seat nearly 5,000. Ordinari ly, there is scarcely more than a hand ful of spectators. Then, added to recreational riding at the convenience of members, there are costume rides, fancy rides, Spring and Fall member shows. THE $1,500,000 Club runs into other figures. There are about 530 members. Perhaps 50 grooms. Just now about 300 horses. Winter is the full season. Spring, Summer and Fall find many riders out of the city. And only a very daring Chicago horseman cares to attempt the wretched bridle paths through Lincoln park and es pecially the last mile of cinder near a crowded beach and for a quarter of that mile dangerously near a street car line without so much as a curb between path and steel rails. • No, for sheer riding the Chicago Riding Club arena, built by horsemen for horsemen, carries on. Present club officers are: Executive Committee, President, Robert R. Mc Cormick; Vice-President, John Hertz; Second Vice-President, Otto Lehmann; Secretary, Alfon E. Bahr; Treasurer, Harold E. Foreman; Managing Direc- tor, Maxwell M. Corpening. Directors are: Alfon E. Bahr, W. McCormick Blair, J. R. Cardwell, Maxwell M. Corpening, Luther S. Dickey, Leonard S. Florsheim, Harold E. Foreman, Albert W. Harris, John Hertz, Samuel Insull, G. A. E. Kohler, Albert D. Lasker, Otto W. Lehmann, Paul C. Loeber, Paul Manz, Robert R. McCormick, Charles A. McCulloch, R. W. Mcllvain, Frederic McLaugh lin, Martin J. Quigley, Earle H. Reynolds, Joseph T. Ryerson, Law rence F. Stern, G. A. Strom, John R. Thompson, Lawrence H. Whiting, Wm. Wrigley, Jr. <7& CHICAGOAN'/ TOWN TALK Ovimhundu MR. WILFORD HAMBLY, an thropologist for the Field Mu seum, only recently departed for a year's work in the Belgian Congo. From the coast, Hambly will take railroad passage 400 miles inland. From the railroad ending, he will make safari some hundreds of miles further into little known country. And for a year he plans to study a native tribe, the Ovimbundu — their organization, beliefs, customs and particularly their artifax, textiles, building, weaving and pottery work. He will be, according to present plans at least, the sole white man in the Ovimbundu area. Yet curiously, when Hambly re quested a rifle as part of his necessary safari equipment the firearm was re fused. In Africa, even miles from a railhead and with primitive tribes, a rifle is not regarded as an essential by museum authorities. They point out that primitive peoples in the Congo are peaceable, that game is easily bought of native hunters. If an an' thropologist wants to pack a gun he can do so, of course; it is strictly his own affair. The Chicago museum does not feel obligated to furnish firearms. Reduce A FASHIONABLE North Shore matron, the mother of two charming daughters, still retains the lithe figure of girlhood. Moreover she does not believe in diet. She eats what she wants and when she wants it. Fortunately — Oh, very fortunately! — she does not care for starches, sweets, fats or weight-building foods. A lamb chop, for her. And spinach. She en joys it. Really. Still the other evening her compan ions missed her for the barest instant. The party had crossed the boulevard from a Goodman matinee for dinner at her husband's club. Next to the I. A. C. the slender matron disap' peared. On investigation it was remembered that her family had long been ardent customers of Snyder's. The matron who did not diet had entered a candy store, asked for and of received one, and just a tiny, piece candy. Thief SOMEONE stole a set of keys to the new county jail, out on California avenue, recently, and all the intricate lock system of the entire jail was neces' sarily changed. The new jail has the newest and most fool proof — provided the keys are not stolen — set of locks yet evolved. The federal penitentiary at Leavenworth is similarly equipped. A man in a cell will find himself be hind three or four sets of locks so that jail breaks will be almost impossible. The cell is locked. Then a special lock throws a second lock upon the entire tier, which must be unlocked before an individual cell can be unlocked. Then a third lock casts still another precau' tion over an entire floor. Return WILLIAM ANTHONY Mc GUIRE, the librettist of "Rosa lie," "Six'Cylinder Love," "Whoopee," "Three Musketeers" and so on, is, nevertheless, no hero. He admits with utmost candor that accidents, illness, "Make it good, Officer — / want to send it to the Line" 20 THE CHICAGOAN danger, violence and death frighten him immoderately. He does not care to cross rivers. He pales at the thought of an ocean voyage. He is extremely discommoded by thunder and lightning. And the very thought of a corpse sends him into gooseflesh. Yet fate somehow singled him out. Some years ago he was accosted by a starving tramp in New York. The playwright fed the wanderer and learned his story. The man had been a promising physician, the graduate of a very respectable Eastern college. Then his wife and two children per' ished in their blazing home. The doc tor gave up his practice, drifted, drank, drifted again. McGuire fed the derelict. Clothed him decently. Made him a sort of office boy. Later he gave him a small part in "Six Miles Out." For a time the tramp seemed on the upgrade. Then, in a fit of despair, he began drinking and disappeared. A week and McGuire, now genuinely fond of the old fellow, notified the police. The police acted quickly. Two of ficers arrived to conduct McGuire to the morgue to identify the derelict's body. In terror, McGuire took back the sheet. Overcome he ran, only pausing at the door long enough to shout, "Bury him. Bury him. Send me the bill!" The bill arrived after a decent interval. In a week, Mc Guire regained his composure, sor' rowed a while and forgot. On a gloomy, dismal evening when the Samaritan was alone in his office a ghostly form shuffled in. Above Mc- Guire's wails of terror, the tramp ad mitted a prolonged spree. The playwright has yet to make use of one extremely dramatic incident. Noah's Ark OUR World's Fair organization, we have read, plans to have a search made around Mt. Ararat in hope of finding Noah's Ark. If discovered, it will be brought to Chicago for the big show in 1933. That would be pretty nice, but the plan might, we think, be enlarged upon. We suggest, just off hand, that the committee for discovering the Ark make plans to exhibit, also, the fol lowing: Uncle Tom's Cabin, Davy Jones' Locker, Lucy's Locket, the Fly ing Dutchman, the Charge of the Light Brigade, with seductive sound, and the Mill on the Floss. Acclaim WE pause in a somewhat light hearted chronicle of the Town to mention the T. M. White Construe tion Company, just now engaged in demolishing an ancient half block on North Michigan at Ohio Street. Three steam shovels work for the White corporation. They shout and tug and nuzzle deep against the flanks of mother earth, a lively and mud col' ored litter. Workmen clump about in the excavation. Usually a cheerful fire of waste wood is kept burning. There are ear filling shouts and commands from truck drivers, and laughter from negro barrow boys. But the T. M. White Company *)es not hide the scene behind forbid' ding high'board and tar paper. A neat picket fence surrounds the deepening excavation and pleased onlookers gape down as from a balcony. The city delight of loitering about a cellar digging is thus augmented in rapture and convienence. We fillip a cheer in graceful acknowledgment to ward the White job. Peasant IT IS delightful, though a bit disquiet ing, to have the sort of open coun tenance which inspires pleasantries and confidences from janitors, elevator men and bus conductors. The last of the latter to tell us his life story is going back to the farm in Minnesota and "be a peasant again." Aunty over! 7 say, old chap — can yon THE CHICAGOAN 21 Evanston THE city proper rocks to a number of stimuli, greed and fad and lust and beauty and business and a hundred others. It is the suburb (pardon, Evanston!) which rocks to the cradle. This is the story of a family cradle, come down the distaff line to a young Evanston matron. In three and one' half years the cradle will have soothed five infants. Yet the performance is not so formidable as it appears on first reading. The first child, coincident with the presentation of the crib, was born to the young matron and owner. At ten months the outgrown cradle held a friend's first born. Another year and it held the owner's second infant. And in due time the friend's second child. Just the other day the owner's husband requested its return to the family wood burning fireplace. The owner's third child was born on a very recent Sunday. Phosphorus THE current and fast-selling ex hibit of Iwan Choultse oils shows the painter's ability to handle light with an effect startling even to the most jaded. There is nothing "modern" about this contemporary Russian's work, but in his craftsmanship he seems to have atained all that Innes tried to do, for his mastery of lumi nosity is far superior to that of the late American. Some of the many rulcof 'thumb art direct me to the water?' critics who have seen the brilliant ex- ample of the painter's work kept in the outside window at Ackermann's have peered vainly, stretching their necks this way and that in an attempt to see the artificial light which they are sure produces the effect. Only after being shown the guileless back of the canvas are they convinced the work is no trickery. Recently a curious suburbanite en tered the shop, attracted like the others by the bright light. Unlike the rest she could not be convinced, by looking at the backs of the canvases; she left the shop indignant that its suave at' tendants would not admit they exhib ited a painter who worked in phos' phorus. Annapolis THE gentleman was resplendent in the gold lace of a naval officer. Even at the Petrushka his appearance was noted and approved. His dancing was excellent. As an encore the orchestra played an unfamiliar military sort of thing. It was difficult to dance to. Even the sea'going gentleman was having trouble; frowning somewhat and irri' tated. As the music boomed to a stately close, his face rose to a crescendo of intelligence. Smiling, he turned and bowed to the orchestra. It was the Annapolis song. The naval officer had never attended Annapolis. Station ON a lower level beneath the little city of shops and cafes at the Union station is another world of which the general public is entirely ig' norant. In that little town beneath the station is a jail, a hospital, with quar ters for nurses, doctors and a whole police force. Captain Pendergast is in command of the city police force of the station. Each of the railroads has its own police there also. Bones have been set, babies have been brought into the world, there in the tidy little hospital under the ground. Repartee IT was a party. In fact it was a dandy. It was, so to speak, a scream on the prairie. Then the police came. The police came because a neighbor, 22 ITHE CHICAGOAN who hadn't minded the dancing and community singing, had fears for the public peace when two young bucks beat plaster from the wall just to show how the fist may be employed even though all in fun. Yet at a large and enthusiastic re' ception even news that a wagon has ar' rived travels a bit leisurely so that one celebrant ambled in from the kitchen sink to find the blue and brass of the constabulary imposing in the parlor. "What," he demanded with im' mense dignity, "is going on here?" The oldest policeman fixed him with a level, appraising glance. Spoke with a bland Irish brogue, soft as the lustre on an ancient shillelagh. "A parade," said the officer, "do yez want to join it?" In default of recorded reply we sug gest one. It is, "No spicka da Eng lish." It should have been delivered in a mild guttural. Saks Fifth Avenue 44*mTm,HE store," explains Mr. Roth 1 Chapelle, General Manager for Saks Fifth Avenue in Chicago brings to Chicago the inimitable Saks Fifth Avenue fashion idea." If so, then Roth Chapelle himself ex emplifies Fifth Avenue. A tall, darkly ruddy man, hair and business suit flecked with gray. A smooth, strong voice; the accent falls strangely on mid- western ears. A decisive, confident, off-hand manner. A kind of hard- boiled elegance in which effort is stripped to the minimum of effective gesture. Yet the personnel of the Chicago store is to be entirely local. Indeed, thousands of Chicago customers al ready well known to Saks establish ments in New York and Palm Beach are expected to form a nucelus for the latest shop. It was Adam Gimbel him' self who chose the location at Chest' nut and the Avenue, something of a bold pioneer venture as was the origi' nal Saks Fifth Avenue and the near north side seems to promise early ful fillment of the idea. Leisurely we examine the two floors to be occupied by Saks. Again, one is struck by the sleek, mechanical feel of texture and decoration. Silvered walls, fluted aluminum columns, neat showcases as compact and polished as the most delicate cabinet work. Rounded wall edges, and wall placques of shining metal. The store front it self of rose marble and window frames of silvered nickel against black glass. Moderne lights, their shades fashioned to bare and striking economy. The architecture is Chicago in origin, not New York. The architects Holabird and Root. Arizona Whoopee! I ! ABOUT the only really commend- i able practice of the lay press that we have discovered is its generally con sistent refusal to print anonymous writings. To this we stoutly declare allegiance. One should affix one's sig nature or one should not write. Plain enough. But the appended paragraphs, for' warded from Castle Hot Springs by Mr. Morton Sterling as the best of several sprightly rejoinders to Mrs. Irene Castle McLaughlin's "Why Ari' zona?" published in The Chicagoan four weeks ago, is a horse (pardon, they've got us doing it) of different hue. So different, in fact, that if the author will come forward and identify himself we will be pleased to issue forthwith the princely checque with which we reward the gracefully literate who indite our most pungent para' graphs. We will even assign to him, for the future occupation of his type' writer, one or more of the several dif' ficult topics we've always got on the spindle awaiting adequate disposal. Mrs. Samuel T. Chase's reply to Mrs. McLaughlin's article, glowingly decorative of page 11 of this issue, re' plies fully, categorically and charming' ly enough for anyone, of course. But the anonymous defender of the New West will not be denied. His, or her, contribution to the literature of the controversy is captioned, "Why — Irene!" It follows: A PALL has descended on the desert. The lordly Suhuaro has bowed its head until it seems more like a croquet wicket than a tombstone; the coyote's wail has a more poignant note of despair and his tail caresses his belly as he slinks across the barren hills. The jackrabbit lopes mourn fully from greasewood to mesquite, his long ears, fraying slightly at the edges, trailing in the dust, while the burro is silent and pensive. Irene, Irene — what have you done to us? We know of the warmth of your heart — the homeless dog of the city, shivering in his bleak corner, dreams bright dreams of the day when you will discover him and carry him off to spend his declining years in luxury. Can not your benevolence ex' tend even over us people of the desert? In stead of cheer, you have brought us misery. ON the lawn sits a knot of contrite "lady-dudes," somberly and decently clad in ankle-length skirts, earnestly read ing Gray's "Elegy." Only the bright crim son of their lips shows that sometimes habit is stronger than sorrow, while in far off San Francisco, Levi* wails in the syna gogue for the loss of half his trade. Little thought you, Irene, as you lightly penned your words, that they would bring suffer ing even to the Golden Gate! Bronchos, sure-footed as goats on the rocky trails, once proud of their strength and agility, exulting that they were worth each month seventy-five dollars of anyone's money for their faithful service, move slowly and with drooping heads about the corral, wondering what has become of their masters and acutely conscious of the gulf between their humble selves and the six fire-breathing hunters you yearned for. From a nearby ravine, a derby-clad head appears, followed by the somber-hued clothes of a chastened cowboy. Fortunate above his fellows, he has decent raiment, in which he may show himself without meriting the epithet of "movie-cowboy!" He, at least, having ridden in the London Rodeo, knows how a gentleman should dress to ride. The others, secreted in an old Apache fastness, count the days until the Bond Street tailors may send, by fastest steamer and airplane, outfits in which they may feel comfortable. ID UT we didn't expect this of you — of *¦"' you who dressed your parts so well on the stage and in the movies and whose light feet wove a spell we can never shake off. Can it be that the age-old curse of professional jealousy has fastened itself on you? Is it because your dog was van quished in fair fight by a son of Arizona? Surely, your sporting blood would not per mit that to sway you. Please relent — say to the world that Arizona is good — bring the glow of health and prosperity again to the wan cheek of our once-genial host. Say, as only you can, the words of cheer and lift the dark gloom from the desert. Is it that you love another better? Florida, we hear! But do not trample on the heart of a rejected suitor, even though we cannot bring you malaria, bootleggers and mosquitoes. Arizona offered you its best — surely our sun is as bright as Flori da's^ — do not mock at our earnest efforts to please. The sickness of your little one brought out the kindness of your heart, showed that you had pity — spare a little for Arizona! /"> HILDREN that we were, we loved our ^-/ bright colors, our dashing cowboys, our married Virginians, our hardy ponies. But now they are as ashes — until you relent. Say that you do, Irene, that your judgment of us was hasty. Then, and then only, will the Suhuaro lift again its head, then will the jackrabbit gambol blithesomely round the ocatilla and the burro burst forth in his carefree song. On our knees we beg it. Be Merciful, Irene. *Leading overall maker. "Levi's" are overalls in Arizona. THE CHICAGOAN 23 au man . . . fragrance of flowers at dawn .... finds rendezvous in a parfum and poudre that are the achievement moderne of Houbigant and the notable vogue in Paris. liOUBIGAMT ¦»*• Uim™r*u**iMish*aiMM*. ¦ ¦¦¦ .. :.v ¦.,.:¦: PAFUS 24 THE CHICAGOAN "Everyone In Society is reading and discussing Arthur Meeker Jr'S First Novel AMERICAN BEAUTY • • • intensely interesting • • • delightfully written." — Chicago Daily News SECOND PRINTING $2.50 EVERYWHERE But Arthur Meeker Jr. is no! the only lit'r'y light ol whom Chicago boasts . . . There are others whose tomes Covici-Friede ol 79 West 45th Street, New York, has published — to wit: •SAMUEL PUTNAM "Work, ot Rabelais" VINCENT STARRETT ''Penny Wise and Book Foolish" KEITH PRESTON " Pol Shots from Pegasus" EDWARD JEROME DIES "The Plunger" REBECCA MeCANN "Bitter Sweet" DOUGLAS McMURTRIE "The Golden Book" HORACE J. BRIDGES "Our Fellow Shakespeare" ELEANOR FOLLANSBEE "Heavenly History" RICHARD ATWATER "Secret History of Procopius" K.M.S.. "Gemixte Pickles" FRANK H.YOUNG "Advertising Layout" CJ.BULLIET "Apples and Madonnas" J. U. NICOLSON "Works o< Villon" HENRY JUSTIN SMITH "The Poor Devil" BENHECHTand CHARLES MACARTHUR "The Front Page" "Tke JTA G E A Few Leaves From an Old Diary By CHARLES COLLINS AT ALL BOOKSELLERS THIS is the way M r . Samuel Pepys, the immor tal diarist, would have written it: Feb. 25— To the Garrick with Mr. Stevens the scrivener and there did see a comedy called "And So to Bed/1 which pleased me mightily for it is patterned after my own life. It showed what an eye I have for a pretty wench; what a true taste for music, especially on the flageolet; and what a care I have shown for the up-building of His Majesty's navy and for the well'being of the men who serve the realm upon the sea. Yea, though it made me a floundering ass when caught in the boudoir of the King's mistress by Old Rowley himself; and though it be trayed me to the world as the most hen-pecked man alive, I liked the play and laughed as heartily as anyone at my own misfortunes. It did not speak of my diary, and rightly too, for that was supposed to be a secret to the world, and was writ for my own di version in a cypher that I thought none else could read. The soubrette who acted the poor wretch my wife did it with much bounce and spirit, adding greatly to the merriment, yet methought her French accent was more Russian than Parisian, and my poor wretch herself would have taken shame to speak the King's English so brokenly. The lady who played Mrs. Knight was indeed a fine lady such as I would have loved to dally with, and she made lovely music, but she pleased me most when she displayed a most notable leg for a green silk stocking. I would have words with her in the tiring-room some night. The player claiming to be myself had unkind intentions upon my repu tation as a man of dignity, and there are better actors in the city than he, and yet he was a jolly rogue. I did observe in the theatre, clapping hands with vigor, many newspaper column ists who have been imitating my diary and so earning an easy living. And if I had thought that my plain, simple style would come so much into the fashion, I would have made it more elegant of tone and harder to make a mock of, for I do not much like the idea of every penny-a-liner going about calling himself another Mr. Pepys. Also I did meet at the door Sir Percy Burton, the manager of players, who brought me news of London and showed me a most curious smoking case, in silver, all enwrought with auto- graphs of famous mummers. And so to bed. When Insolence Is Bliss FREDERICK LONSDALE, play wright laureate of the gilded sin ners in the British peerage, holds the world's championship in the employ ment of insult as a comic device. He takes a wisp of plot from Pinero or any other expert in structure, puts a naughty duke and a handful of lords and ladies into it, adds several hun dred insults hurled from one character to another; and behold, he has a di version that is highly diverting. There is rare laughter indeed for us Amerfc cans when the banana-peel of contempt is wittily placed under the heel of the Duke of Twinbeddington, or when the carpet-tack of bright ridicule is planted in the nick of time on the chair of the Marchioness of Broadwithers. For illustration, see "The High Road," now at the Blackstone. This is Mr. Lonsdale at his best as a polite insulter. Observe how gracefully he winds up, like a star pitcher posing in the box, and how expertly he shoots the long, winding, polysyllabic line with a sting on its tail. He mows his characters down and sets them up to strike them out again. This is the fine art of affrontery. "The High Road" is played with consummate distinction. It has the most perfect cast of the season. Edna Best, appearing as an actress risking the hazards of a marriage into a family of churlish patricians, is a comedienne with a style clear as crystal and the face of a blessed damozel. Herbert Marshall, as the duke whom she trans forms from a finished man of the world into a great gentleman, demonstrates absolute pitch as he supports the tra dition of the Londsdale aristocracy. Frederick Kerr contributes a master- THE CHICAGOAN 25 Whitehall Model Apartments a few choice apartments will be available for May 1st occupancy DECIDEDLY — a distinguished place to live — smart both in point of location and the sim ple elegance of Early American fur nishings. Less than a mile from the loop — commanding a marvelous view of the lake, beaches, boulevard and downtown district. 21 STORIES HIGH. Each apart ment a completely furnished, spacious, individual home — quiet and stately. 1 to 6 rooms, completely furnished, full hotel service. TRULY, AN ADDRESS OF CHARACTER — at -rentals surpris ingly reasonable. See these unusual apartments today. Must be seen to be appreciated. Make your reservation now! _ THl _ WHITEHALL APARTMtNT HOTEL HOMES 105 EAST DErLAWARt PLACE L. C. Levering, Manager WHITEHALL 6300 piece of noble grumpiness in old age, and H. Reeves-Smith pairs with him in another striking picture of the twi light of the House of Peers. All the others qualify for praise as they play Lonsdale's merry game of insulting on sight. This is a performance worth a paragraph of ecstasy in anybody's diary. A Hale Mae West ONE should approach the subject of "Jarnegan," at the Woods, re luctantly, just as one should not touch pitch if he seeks to keep his fingers clean. "Jarnegan," of course, means Richard Bennett, for although the novel had its flagrancies, Mr. Ben nett himself appears to be responsible for the gross offenses against taste and manners that appear in the stage version. There would be no "Jarnegans," of course, if a large section of the Ameri can public did not delight in wallow ing in them, in much the same ecstasy of debasement that a dog expresses when unearthing a morbid bone. That phase of the matter must be left to the social historians. But when an actor of the talent and achievements of Mr. Bennett, who might easily have become a leader of the best phase of the Ameri- ican theatre, deliberately seeks the franchise of that portion of the public, lamentations are in order. Oh, weep for Adonis — he is dead! He has be come a male Mae West. That is all I care to say about "Jarnegan." // You Have Jeers — THE comic exercises now at the Studebaker under the title of "Skidding" should employ the slogan, "Not for the sophisti-skates." It is likely to annoy the worldings who re fuse to grant that simplicity is a virtue. When I advanced the theory that this play — a genre picture of provincial life — was much like the famous works of Tchekhov, with American hullabal- loo added and with Russian whiskers, soul-throbbings and mystic utterance removed, I was spoken to harshly by my usually tolerant companions. They would have none of "Skidding." I found it, however, not without aspects of mild amusement. The leisurely commonplaces of "Skidding" are brightened and pointed by two interesting personalities. One of them is a youth named James Nor- AMIBITE ROBE MANTEAUX FOURRUREy we have the pleasure to inform you of the return of madame marguerite from pan's - where she has personally selected the representative models of the foremost fashion creators in her conception of the new mode she has adopted the motto modernism and distinction it will be her constant aim to ally these two features original french models for immediate delivery also copies from our own workrooms to your individual order 660 rush street TI4E CHICAGOAN "Which FACE Shall I Wear?" It used to be "which frock?" But now that one must have an outdoor face, a morning, afternoon and evening face — in fact a face for every mood — chic Moderns ask,"Which/aceshalUwear?" And for the correct and smartest answer, they go to HELENA RUBINSTEIN . . .There is no one eke in all the world with Helena Rubinstein's understanding of facial moods and temperaments. No one else with so rare a talent and technique for the expression of these tempera ments and moods through the art of make-up. If you would know the final word in facial ensembles — if you seek authen tic advice on giving yourself scientific beauty treatments at home — if you need counsel or assistance in any phase of your beauty — visit Helena Rubinstein's Salons. This is the modern beauty centre! Helena Rubinstein invites you to be her guest. She cordially welcomes you for advice alone or professional treat ments for the skin, eyes or hands. There is a special department devoted to the cultivation of beautiful hair through scientific scalp treatments and artful hairdressing. PARIS LONDON 670 N. Michigan Boulevard Chicago ris who plays an oafish high school lad with notable individuality of humor. There is novelty in Norris; he is big ger and better than any seventeen-year- old of Booth Tarkington's invention. Then there is Adele Ronson, the young leading woman. She is new to me and I wish to pose as her Columbus. She plays an average American college girl, returned home after graduation, with consummate fidelity to type; with bright, wholesome charm; and with a strong dynamic effect upon a play that is disinclined to move in any direction. She believes every word of it, and her performance is a triumph of sincerity. Ibsen's Twilight Sleefi IN his seventy-second year, and shortly before he passed into the darkness of senile dementia, Ibsen wrote "When We Dead Awaken." As a play is has always been known to be hopeless, and yet its dialogue is so imaginative, and its symbolism so definitely related to the great Nor wegian master's old-age broodings upon his own career, that its occasional stag ings have been events of sharp inter est. When a man who has changed the destiny of the modern drama de livers himself of an Apologia Pro Sua Vita, it is worth listening to, no matter how dull. The Goodman theatre's production of this foggy opus, now on view, is as effective as the play will permit. The atmosphere of the Norwegian up lands and mountains is strikingly con veyed in stage design, and the long duologues dealing, generally, with an artist's attempt to recapture his lost creativeness, are treated in a way that often evokes poetic glamour. B. Iden Payne, as the moody sculptor; Kather- ine Krug, as the eager young wife; Joan Madison, as the moping model; and Friendly Leon Ford, as the burly bear-hunter, combine to give a good account of the Goodman's acting re sources. They find the misty enchant ment behind the play's monotony. [Note: For information concerning plays previously or to be reviewed, call HARRISON 0036.} Mystery HERE the gentleman came from we do not know. All we do know is that he appeared on Michigan Avenue at two o'clock of a Saturday afternoon and walked, with flawless composure, to the Illinois Cen tral Subway. He carried a modified Gladstone bag, shiny and well-used. Average height. Not too well dressed. Spats and a green muffler. And the gentleman wore a very cor' rect, well burnished, silk topper. . There was some little ripple of in terest as he passed. A few pedestrians stared. We open the pages of this de partment to information. Letters will be gracefully received. Definition IT was in the days before prohibition and operating a string of gambling flats was the racket on north Clark street. One evening a rival bombed a flat owned by Dion O'Bannion. Several days later an acquainteance of O'Ban- nion's, one who was outside the racket, met Dion on the street. O'Bannion was carrying a bulky package. "What you got there, Deano?" in quired the acquaintance. "Pineapples," replied Dean. "What's a pineapple?" asked the ac quaintance. "A Chinese football wit' a wick in it," said O'Bannion, walking on. What, Again? ADDITIONAL recitations for bar- i room and icebox gatherings. 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S E R w MfJE 28 TUQ CHICAGOAN Suggesting for TONIGHT A dinner of super lative excellence in the Main Res taurant of the Brevoort — con venient to the principal thea ters. String quartette, with piano, in a program of such pleasing quality as to suit the high standards maintained in the Brevoort. In the Main Restaurant each eve* ning, including Sundays. No cover charge. A highly diversified and different program each evening. ENTRANCE DIRECT OR THROUGH LOBBY MU/ICAL NOTE/ The Nibelungen Rings Again By ROBERT POLLAK WE have just put in a full week absorb' ing the Ring of the Nibelungen as conceived by a pick'up touring op ganization known as the German Grand Opera Com' pany. The debut of the company was inauspicious. On the morning its first general schedule for the week was an' nounced a local newspaper printed a wisecracking article by a special staff reporter, which inferred not only that the company was third'rate but that it was on the point of going into involun tary bankruptcy. News travels fast among the cognoscenti and the afore said paper has a large circulation. The net result was that most of the per' formances were attended by what are known as "small but enthusiastic au' diences." This is not the department to ques' tion the ethics of daily paper or its duty to its advertisers. Nevertheless it seems strikingly inconsistent for a newspaper to scold its musical readers week after week for not supporting Wagner as presented at the Chicago Civic Opera Company, and then to turn about and sock a decent touring company an awful blow in the pocket' book before it has a chance to be heard. THE inconsistency assumes even greater proportions when it be' comes known that the German Grand Opera Company turned out to be far from a third-rate and almost a first' rate organization. Its orchestra was augmented in New York after Hurok took over the management and, by dint of urgent rehearsal, was in much bet' ter shape than when it left the East. Dr. Walter Rabl, musical director, swung an impressive baton, and his alternate, Ernest Knoch, obviously pos' sessed the qualification of years of ex' perience with the scores of the Ring. As the week progressed so did the quality of performance. The "Sieg' fried" of Friday night, the "Gotter- dammerung" of the last Saturday matinee, maintained a standard that was little short of Bayreuthian. On Friday Joern sang Siegfried. It must have been fifteen years since he was a regular fixture on the staff of the Metropolitan. Five years ago he did a pseudo'highbrow act for the Keith circuit and we felt that he had hit the toboggan. But he emerged from comparative obscurity with a wow, fiftyfive years old and a little stoutish, but singing gloriously in the most glorious of all music dramas. Walde' mar Henke sang the role of the mean, sniveling Mime with a wealth of vocal and histrionic characterization. Gross, who did noble duty as Wotan through much of the cycle, contributed the role of the Wanderer. He has a rich bari' toncbass and perfect familiarity with the tradition. The proudest bays, however, belong to a statuesque and handsome lady, named Juliette Lippe, who sang Brunhilde in the final "Sieg' fried" and the first "Gotterdamme' rung." She will not remain hidden long either in a scratch touring com* pany or a German provincial opera house. Hers is one of the names that will rank presently with any Jeritsa, Leider or Onegin, as one of the world's chief dramatic sopranos. It is merely a question of a few more years of experi' ence as she has a voice of grand pro* portions, genuinely poignant and true through the entire gamut of a remark' able register. Furthermore, by reason of her essential dignity and simplicity as a recreator of a daughter of the gods she may be termed a Wagnerian actress. And that is a rare discovery. MINOR faults did not detract from the general honesty and respectability of the ensemble. Knoch took the Abschied scene from "Die Walkure" at what seemed to be a break'neck speed to this old-fashioned reporter. The difficulty of the Wag' nerian horn parts did not excuse the gentlemen on the far right from blow' ing a profusion of sour notes. A young man named Willy Zilken, prob' ably the handsomest Siegfried in stage history (we heard both perform' ances) failed to please the ear the way he did the eye. Probably the greatest aesthetic mistake was the featuring of Johanna Gadski. She lives in legend as one of the historic Wagnerian so* THE CHICAGOAN 29 pranos. There she should have re' mained. What of Wagner? Of him there is either too much or too little to say. Despite his prolixity, his annoying propagandism, his clumsy texts, his dated chromaticism, his piling up of sequences and interrupted cadences, he is still the last of the giants. Fifty years have failed to bring forth a genius of his tremendous grasp and power. His scores sparkle and gleam like the Rheingold. Every rehearing of them discloses new subtleties, disturbing in their harmonic richness and uncanny association with the psychology of the text. THE stage tradition of Wagner is as bad as ever. For a half century German singers have learned by rote a set of awkward gestures, often timed naively with the meter of the orches tration. Scenic artists and directors have bowed humbly before a conven' tion of realism in the setting of music drama that, considering the develop' ment of the modern theatre, is a com plete dead letter. The giants in Rheingold pile up a lot of tin before Freia. It makes a terrible clatter and nobody imagines for a minute that it is the treasure of Alberich. Brunhilde leads a nice brown horse on the stage and everybody snickers. The dragon has electric head-lights for eyes and puffs clouds of wet steam. Valhalla dissolves behind a gauze curtain with the assistance of red smoke-pots and a shaky cyclorama. It is all very undig nified and uncomfortable and probably quite expensive. And the whole busi ness is managed very little better at Bayreuth, Dresden and Munich. What Wagner needs is rehabilita tion on the stage. There will appear, perhaps, a Gordon Craig of music- drama, a genius qualified to match his skill with the scores of the Ring, deftly creating an illusion of power and gran deur where now exists only tawdriness and clumsiness. And— don't laugh — the solution may come through the movie-tone. Imagine a "Siegfried" where sundry magical events really seemed to happen to beautiful heroes and heroines. Imagine this all synchro nized with a crack symphony and the best singers in the world. Imagine it screened by a really great director with die "talkie" cured of its acoustical er rors. That might be what Wagner meant us to see and hear. 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DOROTHY GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE NORTH, CHIGAGO Through the arched doorway of the Jarvis-Hunt Building Telephone Whitehall 5421 NEW YORK LOS ANGELES SAN FRANCISCO WASHINGTON ATLANTIC CITY O 1929, D. G. 30 TI4E CHICAGOAN 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 "Button Up Your Overcoat" "Button Up Your Overcoat"— Two hit num bers from the musical riot "Follow Thru" by Zelma O'Neal with Al Goodman and his "Follow Thru" Orchestra. "I Want to \>e Bad" 4207 "Button Up Your Overcoat"— More wows from "Follow Thru" by Ben Bernie and his Hotel Roosevelt Orchestra. "I Want to be Bad" 4204 "You Wouldn't Fool Me, Would You?" — You won't fool yourself when you take home these fast ones from "Follow Thru" by Hal Kemp and his Orchestra. "My Lucky Star" 4212 "Carolina Moon"— A corking: vocal duet by Francis Luther and Jack Parker. Also "You Can't Take my Memories from Me" 4202 Always something new on Brunswick Records There's new snap, rhythm and pep in Brunswick Records PANATROPES-RADIOLAS-RECORDS <The CINEMA A Couple of Columns By WILLIAM R. WEAVER i and-but stage of lv/|/|LXIi "'/ -U^4 motion pictures, W\\bBbL/y ei) one whose fort- I 1 1 V^BV VI night ends at The |J lluiwlil \ Chicagoan's lei- | fjifff ¦, \ surely deadline en vies those presumably happier colum nists who daily report the day for what it's been or hasn't been and calls it one. This one, therefore, adopts the ways and means of those p. h. c, and in particular of Ashton Stevens, to fill the space between this paragraph and the really somewhat useful "Stop and Go." He begins with mention of a delight ful communication from Mr. Mack Evans, Director of the University of Chicago Choir, who explains that the reason people laughed in the wrong places during exhibition of "The Doc tor's Secret" was that the wrong places were funny. (I'm sure Mr. Stevens I could stretch that for his "Column or Less," but I'm new at this racket.) Mr. Evans adds that his business in life is listening to voices and that he holds "a profitable private clinic" every time he goes to a talkie. "The Doctor's Secret" didn't exactly lisp, he says, "but the distortions that remained were the fun nier for their subtlety." (I should give this paragraph an O. Henry finish here and go on to the next topic, but I don't like O. Henry finishes.) AND at the beginning of this para graph I should write, "Which re minds me of" whatever the paragraph is to concern. In fact, I'd do so, un- blushingly, if I knew. (Business of now-let-me-see — . And, then, business of Oh-yes!) I was talking to Lieut. Make Mills' boy Ted the other evening about this and that. "Why," asked Ted, whose Christian name in the natal Russe is Feodor and whose fam ily name is obtainable upon receipt of twelve cents in postage to cover freight charges, "Why (we are still quoting Ted) don't you comment on Miss Tinee's charmingly eye-saving device of sticking stars above her reviews to The Pearson hotel offers to its guests an address of distinction and of the utmost convenience. One block east of North Michi gan Avenue, the Pearson com mands the transportation facilities of this important artery and yet is pleasantly free of strident noises. While the Loop is quickly accessible by bus or taxi, many prefer the short walk. In an at mosphere of quiet refinement, those who wish to escape the ob vious inconvenience of the more remote sections find in the Pear son appointments, furnishings, and service of quality, as well as opportunities for quicker busi ness and social contacts. 300-car garage near by. The PEARSON HOTEL Special Monthly Rates Upon Application [Daily Rates: Single. $3.50 to $6.00l Double, $5.00 to $7.0oJ THE CHICAGOAN 31 indicate that the pictures are good, bad or indifferent?" My first three replies are none of your business, of course, but Ted went on to develop the theme. "You might suggest," he suggested, "that the sys tem is all right as far as it goes but it doesn't go far enough. She might, for instance, give three stars to Clara Bow's figure, which certainly is one to conjure with, but if she did, then what would she give Greta Garbo?" (And any journeyman columnist who couldn't make a column or more of that has my sympathy.) SPEAKING of Mae Tinee (Aha— I'm getting the swing of it) I am reminded of a current table topic which places Col. R. R. McCormick, of the same newspaper, in the role of eager seeker for reservations at the Roosevelt. The story sets forth that, as seats are not reserved at the Roose velt, and as Mr. McCormick was in sistent to the point of ordering his wants stated to Mr. Balaban, six ush ers were assigned to occupancy of the chairs until arrival of the McCormick party, at which moment they rose, saluted gallantly, and goose-stepped up the aisle. (I prove my incapacity for this columnist business right here by spoiling the story, as columnists never do — at least intentionally, by adding the information that it isn't true. It is necessary merely to 'phone any Balaban 5? Kats cinema — and they all answer to the same number — to re serve seats in whatever name your own may happen to be. And they do not put ushers in them to hold them. They rope them, and people think they are broken.) Stoft and Go Lady of the Pavements: Lupe Velez (Mex.) impersonating a Gypsy imper' sonating a French lady of Napoleonic date singing an Irving Berlin ballad. (Save eye and ear.) The Barker: Explaining, vocally, why Milton Sills and Dorothy Mackaill have been regarded as actors in Hollywood. (Go and hear.) Alias Jimmy Valentine: Dangerously dated but still structurally okay. (If you really want to hear William Haines' voice.) Children of the Ritz: The one about the ambitious hat-check girl and the am bitious millionaire. (Not particularly.) The Last Warning: The house-ofa- thousand-candles thing applied to a thea tre. (If it's a dull evening.) SttERIDAN ROAD ultra Chicago's Newest Group of Distinguished Apartment Homes All of Which Look Out Upon the Exquisite Yacht Harbor QUITE naturally one expects to find Baird & Warner sponsoring the unusual. And in 3240 Sheridan Road you will find a synthesis of creative effort by artist and artisan which sets these apartment homes forever apart from the commonplace.. From its foundation, to the topmost cornice of its twentieth story, 3240 has been built with one thought ever dominant: Quality in all things, large and small, external and in ternal, visible and invisible. Please accept our invitation to visit the Model Apartment, planned by Colby's to illustrate the unlimited possibilities for individual expression in these luxurious apartment homes. You are welcome from 9 A. M. to 9 P. M., every day including Sunday. The visla of golden sunlight on the turquoise waters of the Yacht Harbor, as seen from the living room, will linger in your memory. . . I FOUNDED igasl CO-OPERATIVE HOMES DIVISION 646 N. MICHIGAN AVE. • CHICAGO, ILLINOIS 32 TWECUtCAGOAN A NNOUNCING that SPRING is here I Yes, spring is glo riously \here T ? t at Martin & Martin. Shelves full of it in the guise of utterly delightful shoes that reveal the new colors, leathers and styles that will be worn this season. No small part of their charm is the inimitable Martin & Martin way of expressing the mode ttt of presenting the preferred fashions with refreshing individuality and smart simplicity. Martin & Martin Shoes For Men and Women • JVetc York • Chicago 326 South Michigan ? Chicago # The CWICACOENNE Chintz Hints and Others By ARCYE WILL ONE of the most attractive and distinctive shops to open recently in Chicago is the Chintz Shop at 842 North Michigan, upstairs. Like its older sister on Madison Ave., New York, it is an intimate little place. Samples only of chintz are on display here, orders being filled from stock in New York. Prices range from $1.65 to $7.85 a yard and they are very lovely and in profusion of colors. They also carry the Harriet Bryant and the Nancy McClelland wallpapers exclusively in Chicago. Here are to be found some unusual small pieces of furniture both plain and chintz covered. On entering I was immediately attracted by a very unique screen made of old wallpaper, the center like old marquetry with a border of beautifully soft colored flow ers. Priced $365. A pair of clever lamps stood on a nearby dressing table, tall and slender, with three sides and base covered with mirrors. The crisp shades in printed chintz — to harmonize with dressing table — have ribbon laced through the edge. Quite a different touch and priced at $15 each. LILY HEFFERMAN at 116 East * Walton Place, apparel for the debutante and young matron particu larly. The following are clever copies of imports modestly priced. A really different flowered chiffon evening gown in brown and deep rose tones, designed in semi-princess style with high waist line and deep V neck, $145. Lovely sport dress in rose, the kind you can wear all day at southern re sorts, has a skirt of plaited silk, a jersey blouse trimmed with large glass but tons and a scarf of silk, buttoning at one side. Flair aplenty. $59.50. Another sport model, in the new red fox color crepe, again with plaited skirt, fagotted yoke on blouse and if desired a cardigan jacket to match. All for $89.50. NACHEMSOHN of London, also 910 North Michigan, has the atmosphere of the old time furniture shop and for true lovers of antique furniture, with the exquisite craftsman ship in selected woods, this shop is a rare treat. One's first attention on en tering centers upon an old mahogany Chippendale tiptop card table with velvet centre, like those our grand~ mothers prized so highly. Price $450. The most marvelous thing in this shop was an old walnut Queen Anne chest of drawers, wood beautifully se* lected as to grain, and priced at $1,- 500. This, with two lovely Queen Anne cabinets, also in the same beauti ful mellow old walnut, price $4,000 the pair, made me long for Alladin's lamp for an instantly gratified wish. A so-called "dumbwaiter" three- tiered round stand used for tea service when tea meant tea was priced at $85. One of the most curious things, if not really beautiful, was an "envelope" table with its four corners folded in like an envelope. Rather remarkable cabinet work. $335. ELEANOR BEARD, 671 North Michigan, everything quilted and dainty. Quilted linen and silk sport coats $35 to $55. Trapunta (Italian or raised) quilted chaise longue covers in most alluring colors ranging from $40 to $60. In bed spreads, one of the loveliest was white with soft apple green and yellow roses appliqued, called the wild rose pattern, $29.50. Among smaller articles attractive for wedding or en' gagement presents were handkerchiefs and lingerie cases, sets of three for $25, and tiny cushions of colored taf' feta, three in a set for $15. BRENTANO, 63 East Washington, are of course known for their complete stock of books, but did you know that as late as the afternoon be fore your friend's sailing time at New York you can pop in here, select a book for him, and it will be promptly delivered to the steamship from their New York store? Some of their more distinctive vol' umes are a second issue, first edition of "Gulliver's Travels," printed in 1726, well bound in mottled calf, two volumes $350. A very lovely "Rubai' yat," with effective hand colored illus' trations, $95. A copy of Milton's TUE CHICAGOAN "Samson Agonistes," dated 1788, with a foredge painting of the author's cot tage, $75. Of great practical use; an English set of four volumes, dictionary of lit erature, classical quotations and pro verbs and an up to date atlas, beauti fully bound in morrocco, in a specially constructed case for the desk, BRANT, 314 North Michigan, lin ens, nothing else but. All the us ual kind, in good quality and quan tity, and of the unusual sort. An ex hibit of Biedenfelder linens proved more than interesting. One table cloth to treasure for a lifetime and last that long had mosaic fillet tire — fine azour, and so-Called needle painting in the figures, all com bined in one cloth, size two by three and a half yards. It gives one failing eyesight just to think of the women executing these superfine, intricate stitches and of the price, $850, our government probably gets more in the way of duty than they do for their labors. Tea cloths with the same exquisite work and in many different kinds of stitches, fifty-four inches square, $290 each. Should you need a preceptor, Miss Mellon, daughter of die Secre tary, brought six for her trousseau. Civilization GEORGE, house man at the Doro thy Gray studio, was born a slave and cannot bend his soul to the ways of young Afro- America. He succeeded a young fellow who moved on to be come a bell-boy. "These young ones," says George (supply your own Georgia accent), "can't appreciate working with white folks in elegant surroundings. They ought to be put in a cotton patch a while. All got lazy bones. If I had me a lazy bone I'd go to a doctor and have heem cut heem out." George delights when he is allowed to handle a substantial sum of money. "Black as I am, a gent'mun let me carry $500 once — right in these hands. I carried some English money once, to a lady, too." Miss Kathleen Cory, manager of the studio, sent George with a package, collect, to a woman in a Lake Shore Drive apartment. George came back with the money. "She wanted to gimme a check, but I told her my missus she doan like checks," he said. 12/8 Time Devout souls -who await the anniversary of Patrick of Ireland, nee France, as partial relief front an arduous Lent* will read this message with hearts joyful under their phantom shroud of sackcloth and ashes. 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Michigan at Huron Chicago Extensive Comfortable Lounges Resident Women's Director Special Women's Elevators Ball and Banquet Rooms Circulating Library Billiards Chess Cafeteria Fraternity Rooms Athletic Exercise Room Allerton Glee Club in Main Dining ' Room Monday at 6:30 P.M. World's Largest Public Indoor Golf Course 18 Holes — Sand Greens ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY RATES PER PERSON Single - - $12.00— $20.00 Double - Transient $8.00— $ 15.00 $2.50—$ 3.50 Descriptive Leaflet on Request CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW YORK TAe ROVING REPORTER Being a Report on Meyer Levin s "Reporter* By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN MY friend Levin wrote a book. Not an unusual thing for a newspaper gent. But then he sold it. The selling of that book got itself discussed at the very informal Sunday morning meetings at Levin's apartment. Meetings made up of Saturday night's survivors. Levin himself was always somewhat reticent about the volume. Said it was the story of a reporter and that's all the hell there was to say about it. Joe Ator played with Mey er's Siamese cat, Cain, a beast once baptized very formally in corn whiskey and hence off Joe for life. And usu- ally someone retained enough steam from the party to play Strauss on the Victrola. And usually, too, there re mained a half gallon or so of John's excellent vino so that everybody en- joyed the music. Sunday one o'clocks, Meyer left the apartment for dinner with his family. (Note: always a good boy to his par' ents). Joe invariably rallied for a game of bridge, and was repulsed. Oc* casionally the book was further specu- lated upon. All this some months past. WELL, one sits carefully before a typewriter after Meyer Levin's "Reporter" — John Day Company, $2.50 — and takes a long breath pre paratory to a calm reaction. Here is, pointedly, the best, the most moving, the most accurate and the shrewdest comment on newspaper business known to this reviewer. Here, briefly, is first rate stuff, commandingly done. That the book is a first novel, that it is of unique interest to the Chi' cago reader, and of vital and intimate concern to a practitioner of Chicago journalism is somewhat beside the point; these things have to do with ac curacy and professional estimation, not with merit; they neither add nor de tract from a performance to be judged solely by the volume in hand. That judgment is, in this writer's opinion, extraordinarily high. Here is a book to be introduced with a fanfare. Thus we approach "Reporter." "Reporter" is the story, set forth through routine and feature assign' ments together with the reactions of SCLZ. Meyer Levin its author, of a young man on the Evening American. It is the story of a young man. Acutely shy, sensitive, ambitious, compassionate. A thorough Jew with all the Jew's passion for analysis. A fellow who can write a little and wants to write more. Daily, this punk is turned loose on the brawl- ing Town to translate what his eyes see and his heart feels — subject, of course, to the supervision of his city and copy desks. In time, he becomes a leading feature man on a paper where it is difficult to be a feature man at all. The story of "Reporter" is, in effect, a long feature story of that rise and the entries in it are brisk and factual as so many entries on a police blotter, and set down around news happenings as tawdry, as mag' nificent, as bold and shameful as the blotter notation laboriously spelled by a night sergeant. WITH no preface, Levin takes the reader into the daily gab ble of the press. Into a world as mean ingless as a monkey cage. This world • he sees sharply and steadily; he is neither fool enough nor saint enough to see it whole. It is a newspaper world made up of a procession of news events utterly unhinged save for the life of the reporter. The world is a Memorial Day pa rade, a gang slaying, a girl's suicide, a fake abduction, a drunken holdup, an infant prodigy, Calvin Coolidge, TUE CHICAGOAN 35 The Yellow Kid, Clarence Darrow, a picture swipe, a divorce, a pearl mys tery, a lousy fire, auto spooners and William Jennings Bryan. There is no whole, no glib solution, no easy solv ing formula, no lesson. The book happens as inexplicably and completely as an assignment from the desk hap pens. That is all. For each story of this world there is another story, the tale of the re porter. A sharp yarn out of the con fused bustle of news getting and its reaction on the soul. Woven through, is the implied story of Linda (Meyer Levin is too good a feature man to overlook the girl in the case) . This is "Reporter" in scant outline. Details of performance are the minutiae of a news gatherer's experi ence carefully summed up and brilli antly presented so that the business of journalism as practiced unfolds itself in the ever widening circle of the re porter's world. I T is this widening of knowledge ac- 1 companied by the training of an already shrewd and sensitive mind which brings the young practitioner of newspaper letters to a kind of desper ate futility which seems to settle on newspaper men, especially if they are gifted, capable, sensitive and — for lack of a better word — artistic. For those interested in bright eyed scholars of journalism, I commend this book as an addition to the scholastic shelf as an act of plainest mercy. For feature man on a big city daily engages in a trade which comes vexa- tiously close, at times, to being an art. In his huckstering for news, the re porter comes on beauty, wonder, pas sion, sordidness which he cannot quite let alone. Even to translate life into a shoddy story, the observer must, at least, be aware of life. And to be aware of life is sooner or later to be tempted to enquire deeply into it, to attempt to analyze and formulate, to rectify, and to reproduce it, perhaps, in ink and paper. Take the girl in the suicide yarn beginning on page 180. Here, re hearsed in accurate journalese is the. page five report of a cheap death. It is followed by Levin's reconstruction of the affair from a hopeless beginning to a pathetic end, a reconstruction movingly done, splendid in economy and understanding. Now it is writing one story and feeling the other which brings the newspaper man to his plight. & One of Americas Iteauly Spots I teckons to You^ ±i ifiki. .^'.,1 YOu'lL NEVER ' llfi-V'i. roue". ^^Sgf^^^H See/ Enjoy the Great Noiith Wooits cnM Modern Aptointmenis Where those who want something better can come, rest, play and enjoy their vacations — only a night's ride from Chicago. 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The sad story of Flossie, in 6-point, is grand. But the whole of "Reporter" is not so grand. Perhaps life itself is des- perate and muddled and futile. Cer- tainly Levin's newspaper world is. The common denominator of life, love, sin, stupidity and death is alike sero. "Reporter" ends: "Yah! Morning." "Morning." "What cha got for me? . . . . . . huuuh? Little suicide . . . Crawford . . . Uh? Ummmppphhh . . . Yeeeaah ..." ETAOIN SHRDLU ETAOIN SHRDLU The method stems from James Joyce. The conclusion is the same as Joyce's conclusion. TO revert to one of the Sunday morning conversations in the Levin apartment on North Wells, it was a tribune man who spoke; he was well along in wine. "What gets me," said the gentle man from the Tribune (850,000), "is Meyer Levin writing a book about a reporter. Hell, he ain't no reporter — " "No?" scoffed a voice from the day bed. "Then what is he?" "Levin," pronounced Tribune in high disdain, "is nothing but a goddam artist." Well— stet! BaSrRN THE CHICAGOAN 7,7 BOOK/ Three Chicago Novels By SUSAN WILBUR THIS is the third in a series of articles which ought easily to run into the dozens in the course of the next few years, pro vided the present rate keeps up. In fact even this one might also have been the fourth had Gene Markey realised how long a fortnight sometimes is and sent us advance sheets of "Stepping High," a story of horses or dancers or something that is destined for publi cation the very day we appear on the newsstands. However as Mr. Markey was also first in this series— "The Dark Island" by Charles Collins and Gene Markey Doubleday Doran — or article on novels by contributors to The Chi cagoan, it is perhaps only fitting that we should return for the present to the point we started from. Namely Meyer Levin's "Reporter." Now that "The Front Page" has gone we shall all be more or less forced to read "Reporter." In fact most of us might have had to read it in any case. For it takes "Reporter" to show you what all that hubbub feels like from inside one person. And it has another advantage over "The Front Page." Its tempo is for a novel as pres tissimo rubato as Messrs. Hecht and McArthur's was for a play, but all the same if you want to run the record a little slower in spots where there's a laugh to get or something, it's up to you. Lot of good laughs wasted in "The Front Page." BUT there's another just out book that ought to be mentioned in the same breath with "Reporter." Charles Walt's "Love in Chicago." Mr. Walt may not — as yet — be a contributor to The Chicagoan, but there's no doubt that he ought to be. That is if there should ever be need of someone to stick up for Chicago. For note how firmly his hero deals with someone who starts knocking us. "Your shirt tail's hanging out! 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But Mr. Walt and Mr. Levin al ready have two things in common, at least, insofar as their books represent them. For one thing Clarence Darrow is mentioned by both of them. In "Reporter" as the subject of an inter view. In "Love in Chicago" as object of the dedication. And for another, they are both concerned with gunmen. "Reporter" with their widows and fu nerals. "Love" with the thoughts a gunman thinks betweentimes. But there the likeness ends. For where with a reporter a shooting is merely a part of the day's work along with lost pearls and ideas for feature stories, with a gunman it is naturally the day's work itself. In the old days I used to go to Bos ton now and again. And they asked me questions like this: How is it that you don't speak Indian? Is Chicago in the state of Michigan or in the state of Milwaukee? Nowadays in New York when they see you coming they say: Chicago! Ah let's have another shot. 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Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 South Canal Street Phone Roosevelt 2920 of the hero and yet never think of snip ing at him, but only of working up some excuse for a swell fist fight with everybody looking on. "This Strange Adventure" by Mary Roberts Rine- hart doesn't go quite so far back — only to the eighties-^-and then keeps on going. There's a chance too that you've read it before this in some magazine — seems to me I read a chap ter myself at a dentist's office one day— or could there be some other reason why the part about their not always being able to pay the rent sounded familiar? But in any case the first part belongs quite peacefully to the realm of philology. Nineteen inch waists, and bustles, the invention of the bath room, the discovery of the bicycle, and the modest fatalities that sometimes re sulted from a horse espying in a coun try lane some highly experimental an cestor of the motor car. Paragraph Past? me Reporter, by Meyer Levin. (The John Day Company.) A novel which reflects in its tempo as well as in its detail the excitements of news getting, and inci dentally gives the reader a backhanded review of all the gang shootings, pearl disappearances, mosquito crusades, pulpit scandals, A.E.F. reunions, kiwanis ban quets, Stopes trials, and whatever else has happened in the headlines and out of them during the past year or so. Love in Chicago, by Charles Walt. (Har- court, Brace.) A lone killer comes from St. Louie, begins at the bottom, and works his way up, making love, as he sells booze, at the point of a "gat." He has only to "bump off" her father and "frame on" her sweetheart and the "broad" is his. A bitter satire by a man who has himself emerged from the criminal underworld. Rome Haul, by Walter D. Edmonds. (Lit tle, Brown and Co.) Speed limit three miles an hour. Slow movie of sleuthing and hauling as practiced along the Erie canal in the year 1850, with a love story, some horse trading, and three fist fights thrown in by way of further excitement. The Pedro Gorino, by Captain Harry Dean assisted by Sterling North. (Houghton Mifflin Company.) $3.50. The authentic adventures of a negro sea-cap tain who dreamed of an Ethiopian Em pire and was expelled by the British from South Africa. Sterling North is one of the University of Chicago group of poets, and as an editor he has largely let Captain Dean speak for himself- — and it is the speech of a poet as well as of a man of action. This Strange Adventure, by Mary Rob erts Rinehart. (Doubleday, Doran.) The progress of our national civilization from bustles and bicycles to the end of the world war, told as background for the story of a girl who missed love by a hair's breadth, married the wrong man, and then missed it again. 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What wonder they turn out such dull stuff the next day, prose without a sign of Ernest Newman's charming erudition or Lawrence Gilman's liter ary flash. Never a moment's respite from their wonted witlessness. (Oh, Mr. Donaghey, why aren't you twins? It was you who called "Pagliacci" and "Cavalieria" the Ham and Eggs of Opera those many years ago. And now there's not a sign of a fresh breeze.) HOW is the situation with respect to balance sheets and figures in red and black? According to the most experienced impresario in town, good. Chicago audiences fill from five to seven concert halls every Sunday after noon. Music in dollars and cents has had a boom season. This is the gateway of the West for artists who have successfully passed the test of a New York debut. And, from the dozens of dreary recitalists whose ads fill columns in the Tsjew Tor\ Times, we are, in most cases, allowed the cream. Where we lose the honor of hearing one great visiting conductor we are spared twenty flops. 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