the North Sh ore there is a Packard for 1 family in every 6 THE North Shore" is known the country over as the most exclusive and fashionable suburban residence district of Chicago. North Shore families are a distinguished and dis cerning class of buyers. It is significant that along the entire North Shore, Packard is the predominant quality motor car. An analysis of Packard ownership, based on reliable figures, discloses that there is one Packard motor car for every six families residing in the North Shore suburbs. The figures follow: Town Packardsf Native White Familiesff Ratio HIGHLAND PARK 174 1337 1 to 7.6 GLENCOE 153 875 1 to 5.7 WINNETKA 338 1389 1 to 4.1 KENILWORTH 91 206 1 to 2.2 WILMETTE 205 1799 1 to 8-7 EVANSTON 1103 7300 1 to 6.6 ENTIRE NORTH SHORE 2064 12906 1 to 6.25 jActual count from vehicle registrations. tfGood Housekeeping (Magazine) calculation based on census figures as of 1925. No greater tribute than this has been paid to any motor car in the fine vehicle field. Packard builds for a discriminating and appreciative clientele — and enjoys an ever-increasing patronage. Packard now offers three complete lines of Straight-Eights. The Packard Standard Eight (reduced March 4th) is priced from $2275 to $2675— the Custom Eight from $3175 to $3850— and the Eight De Luxe from $4585 to $5985— at the factory. Individual custom cars are also available to order on the De Luxe chassis. You can enjoy the prestige and distinction of Packard Eight ownership with the exact car that suits vour needs in size, appointments and in price. t 1 * If you prefer to buy out of income, you ivill find the Packard Pay ment Plan most attractive. Many take possession of their new cars without any cash outlay, because the used car allowance equals or exceeds the down payment on the new car. PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY of CHICAGO MICHIGAN AVENUE AT TWENTY-FOURTH PAC K ARD ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE TI4ECUICAG0AN STYLE-THE SUM OF SEVERAL PARTS An ensemble is only as smart as its smallest accessory. The wrong handbag has ruined many an Easter hat. Carelessly matched shoes and stockings are a high crime against chic. Our new collections are prepared to make every de tail of your Spring costume equisitely "right." ACCESSORIES, FIRST FLOOR, SHOES, FIFTH FLOOR MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY 2 TI4E CHICAGOAN yf ^^^f^^^^ uTT&£ NTED.TA TONIGHT INFORMATION concerning pleasant places to go and pleasant things to do after dark — Theatre, Restaurant, Music, Cinema, Books — may be cheerfully and knowingly had by telephoning The ChI' CAGOAN 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 frolic in the lead of a big, bouncing Ziegfeld pageant. There are rumors of closing, we trust not too soon verified. Curtain 8:1?. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. WHITE LILACS— Selwyn, 180 North Dearborn. An extremely pleasant, genu' inely tuneful and altogether splendid eve- ning with De Wolf Hopper. Reviewed by Charles Collins on page 30. Curtain 8:15. Sat. mat., only, 2:15. GILBERT AND SULLIVAN— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. The D'Oyly Carte Company in the sprightli- est song and dance stuff ever written for the English speaking stage are most adc quate in "The Gondoliers," March 21, 22, 23; "Trial by Jury," March 25, 26, 27; "Iolanthe," March 28, 29, 30. Closed Sundays. THE BEGGARS OPERA— Playhouse, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2300. Mr. John Gay's outrageous, tuneful and cyn' ical piece a panic since the ^O's — the 1770's. By all means again. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. No Sunday. Sat. and Wed. mat 2:30. THE ISADORA DUNCAN DANCERS— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. Isadora is dead, we know nothing about the dancers and Shuberts are not saying what it is. Therefore — -Curtain (presumably) 8:30 and 8:30. Drama THE ROYAL FAMILY— Harris, 170 North Clark. Central 8240. A play laughingly directed at the Barrymores and Drews, extremely well done, hilariously and touchingly entertaining. Be sure! Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DIAMOND LIL— New Apollo, 74 West Randolph. Central 8240. A play set in a naughty house and altogether the damndest, funniest helping of custard yet to be kurled at an audience. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE TRIAL OF MART DUGAN— Adel- phi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Sharp and accurate court melodrama so well done that it has remained a head' liner for over 30 weeks. If you haven't THE CHICAGOAN PRESENTS Puppet Parade, by Clarence Biers....Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Dining and Dancing 4 Editorially By Martin ]. Quigley 9 Typewriters by the Lake, by Susan* Wilbur 11 Michigan, by Burton Browne 14 The Better Price Tags, by Arcye Will 15 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago, by Francis C. Coughlin 17 The Standard Club, by Herbert Rubel 19 "The Chicagoan's" Town Talk 21 Street Cleaner, by Walter Schmidt 22'23 A. Nelson Marquis — Chicagoan, by Maureen McKernan 24 Painters All, by John Reynolds 25 The Roving Reporter, by Francis C. Coughlin 26 The Stage, by Charles Collins 30 Music, by Robert Pollak 36 Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 38 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 40 Books, by Susan Wilbur 42 o ental mam. The Beefy Music Lady Who Remembers Theodore Thomas to a Hurried Boulevard. The First of a Series of Chicago Public Orna ments. already, there's a bare chance before March 23. Opening March 30, JEAL OUSY, with Fay Binter and John Halli- day. This to be reviewed. AND SO TO BED— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Sam'l Pepys is revived, fitted with a sprightly termi- gant for a wife and turned loose in loose London. A lively, entertaining play worth a light evening. Curtain 8-30 Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SCARLET WOMAN— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. Pauline Frederick has a baby without visible father to the great and amusing specula tion of small town folk. Swell. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed." 2:30. /ARNEGAN— Woods, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Richard Bennett is a sweeping portrayal of a lecturer, bully, drunk and ignoramus who is a movie director. A lurid clambake described as the low down on Hollywood, but per haps just lowdown. . Curtain 8:30. Sat and Wed. 2:30. THE CRITIC— Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. Central 7085. A funny old piece by Sheridan, incisive, ridiculous, amusing. It is most capably done, certainly worth while. Curtain 8:30. Friday matinee, only, 2:30. No Sunday performance. REVIVALS — Chateau, Broadway at Grace Lakeview 7170; 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— 15? 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. Gall 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. The last concert is April 20. Peoples Symphony Orchestra — P. Mari- nus Paulsen, conductor. Eighth Street [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan— Martin J. Qitiglky, Publisher and Editor; published foortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Ch». cago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. (Pacific Coast Advertising Representatives — Simpson & Riley Union Oil BuHding, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco.) Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. VII. No. 1 — March 30, 1929* Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TI4ECUICAG0AN 3 Cw\as . A . Jtevenx . & . r I ex CURTAIN RISES.. on four important characters of "Spring." Note their clever lines . . their tempera mental flair for detail . . and their individual charm in the part each plays. "The Kay Oxford" #13.50 Cleverly perforated Blue and Grey Kid Beige and Brown Kid "The Delclar" #22.50 By Laird Schober and Company Blue and Sun'Tan Kids Colored Maraka, a new woven material White Crepe and Satin, with Gold and Silver Kids "The Jacobin" #12.50 An Opera Pump by Laird Schober and Company Dull Calfskin Black Satin Patent Leather "The Ileana" #13.50 Lido Sand Kid, Pecan Kid, or Black Kid combined with Lizard and Astralac. Gray or Beige Lizard. $16.50 SHOES -FIRST FLOOR 4 TUQ CHICAGOAN Theatre, 741 South Wabash. Concerts by this new (three years old) group are increasingly notable among informed mu sic lovers. Concert dates remaining are March 24, April 7 and 21, May 5. CINEMA UNITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear- born — Smartest downtown cinema. Usu' ally the best pictures, too. Most of which SDC3JC McVICKERS— 25 West Madison— Bala- ban & Katz strive to uphold a noble tradition. Successfully most of the time. Particularly with "In Old Arizona." ROOSEVELT— 110 North State— A little smaller than McVickers, and a little more golden, but sister under the din. CHICAGO — State at Lake — An expensive and occasionally impressive effort to blend symphony, choir, ballet, cinema and whatever other odds and ends come to hand. ORIENTAL— 20 W. Randolph— If si lence be golden, abandon hope all ye who enter here. But the band is really good. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn — A se- eluded and well ordered cinema off the beaten track. ORPHEUM— State at Monroe — Narrow, noisy, and for various odd reasons the place where many good pictures premiere in Chicago. GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon— The North Side's most dependable cinema and acoustically the best in Town. MARBRO— 4100 W. Madison— Best film- show West of the Loop. AVALON— 79th at Stony Island— A long and devious way from anywhere but worth at least the first trip. Downtown TABLES LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. Selective. Gold coast. Dignified. Truly "The Claridge's of Chicago." Birgh is head- waiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. A tavern of note. Polite, LaSalle Street people. Su perior music under the direction of Gene Goldkette. Ferris is captain. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. As Russian as old Moscow. Exclusive. The best peo ple. Entertainment to amuse a Tsar. Intimate. Preferably formal. Turkish coffee. Khmara is master of ceremonies. Kinsky is chief servitor. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 616 South Mich igan. Harrison 4300. Traditionary. Older. Food for the connoisseur. Mar- graff's dignified music. Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. BALLOOH ROOM— At the Congress Ho tel. Harrison 3800. An after-the-thea- tre place. Johnny Hamp's important band. Not too young. The glitter of Peacock Alley. Barrette is headwaiter. . BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Saturday only. Far into the dawn. Genuine. Preferably formal. The hotel's cuisine. People who know what they want. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Nightclub. Stage celebrities. Ray Miller's band. A rendezvous of be lievers of the it's hours after supper that count. The hotel knows its victuals. Braun is captain. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi- Petrushka Club Khmara, Master of Russian Ceremony, Left, With Kinsky, Chief Servitor, Right, as They Appear to Nightly Diners and Dancers. [LISTINGS BEGIN ON PAGE 2] son. Franklin 2363. A very superior loop place. A distinctive menu. A string quartette of formal concert quality playing from 6 to 8 p. m. American cookery. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A stopping place of tradi tion. An exceptional orchestra. The Fountain Room for lunch. Mutschler is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. The largest hostelry in the world. Surprisingly intimate. Joe Rudolph's band in the main dining room. Dancing from 6:30 to 9:30. Stalder is captain. BLAGKHAWK— 139 North Wabash. Dear born 6260. Very young. Whoopee. Coon-Sanders — just ten big huskies mak ing hot music. Not so very expensive. Dan Tully officiates. ST. HUBERTS OLD EHGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Hard to find, but worth the effort. Atmospheric. Two-inch lamb chops. Marvelous steaks. Yes, decid edly, as Mr. Coughlin tells you on page 17. North MARINE ROOM— Edgewater Beach Ho tel. 5300 North on the Lake. Long- beach 6000. 'Way north. Polite. Dig nified. Excellent victuals. Good music. Formal if you wish. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Nightclub. Roomy. Superior entertainment. Solly Wagner's ample band. Good floor. Joe Lewis. Celebrities of the stage. Dave Bondi is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A good night place. Chinese and Southern cooking. Eddie Jackson's lively negro band. Entertainers. Host esses. Moderate whoopee. Gene Har ris supervising. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. A show place. Scream ing whoopee. Harmless. Cheap. Very informal. Go and look or go and whoop. Johnny Matley is headwaiter. CIRO'S — 18 West Walton. Competent victuals. Perfect service. Very what-ho. Preferably formal. Steffins is captain. RED STAR INN— H28 North Clark. An old German inn. The bar, alas, is now merely decorative. The food! Astound ing portions! Potted squab or roast duck' Yes. NINE HUNDRED— 900 North on Lake- shore Drive. A formal dinner place not a club. Nice people. Dignified /IM IRELAHD'S OYSTER HOUSE— 63 2 North Clark. A wide selection of superb fish. Two dining rooms. Competent waiters. By all means. JULIENS— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Traditionary. Mama Julien sets a wonderful table. Dinner at 6:30 sharp. You might call and inquire about the menu. RICKETT'S— 2727 North Clark. Straw berry waffles. Omelettes. All night Yes. South CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi gan. Old Southern Creole cooking. Eating in the grand manner. Mons. Max is captain. Mr. Coughlin goes into ap petizing detail on page 17. SHORELAHP HOTEL— 1414 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. A spacious and lavishly appointed hostelry long a land mark for the civilized southsider. Joska D'Barbary's music. Splendid kitchen GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. A young, lively night place. Guy Lombardo's marvelous band. Reservations during the week-end. Billy Leather is headwaiter. Yes. RAPHAEL'S— 7913 Stony Island. Regent 1000. A comparatively new nightclub and restaurant. Good music. Spacious. Mallick is captain. CLUB APEX— 330 East 35th. Douglas 4878. Black and tan. Rather nice peo ple. Entertainment. Jimmy Noon's hot band. Frankie Sine is headwaiter. SUNSET CAFE— Across the street from Apex. A little louder. Charley Edgar's band. Mistuh Porter is captain. Have You Tried — 935 WEST HARRISON. An Italian Quarter cabaret. Through a lunch room — into the back room — turn to the right and there you are. Rainbow decorations. Dance floor. Excellent accordion music. Fried chicken. Spaghetti. Whoopee (but strictly within your own group). Never more than two or three Uptown parties there. A mildly adventuresome place to go. The larger the party the better, of course. Open at least five hours after curfew. ALEX SCHWARTZ'S— 117 North Dear born (upstairs). Dearborn 0230. Social atmosphere is somewhat shirt-sleeve; serv ice only fair; decorations nil. But the most noble roast duck with green apple sauce yet to fall victim to this investiga- tor. Selah! BON VIVANT— 4367 Lakepark Avenue Oakland 0793. French victualry, elabo rately done and handsomely set out. Salad dressing for sale. Notable oysters and baby lobster. 6:30 on. STRULEVITZ— 1217 South Sangamon. Canal 6838. Elias, cook, owner, pro prietor and guide, prepares kosher edi bles here with something of the genuine prophetic fire for righteousness — in the cookery. Not on Saturday, however, which is the sabbath. Not too late. MARSEL'S— 1307 South Wabash. Italian food, voluptously prepared, and very rea sonably assessed in a snug harbor rap idly becoming famous for the great and near-great who dine there. After 7 o'clock. TI4E CHICAGOAN 5 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 Miss Muriel Winston Mrs. JohnR.Winterbotham, Jr. ¦»^gwi-*«^>^,.t».M.'ji,'»w»vyjw>«' A street ensemble in beige color. The cape, and worn separately with the gown is most graceful. $125. . .The hat, of beige felt, modelled to the head, $25. 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, McAvoy clothes are the last word in color, line, and joyous expression of the Springtime of 1929. SIX*HlJNDnED*AND»FIFTEEN*NORTH 'MICHIGAN ¦+ 6 TUt" CHICAGOAN Persons with a Prejudice TVTOTHING is so innocuous as a man without a ¦*¦ ^ bias. Imagine Napoleon without his punctilio for being on time. Or Beethoven without his horror of the maudlin. Or Michelangelo shorn of his contempt for the puny. Or Voltaire rid of his ani mus for the orthodox. Praise be to the prejudice. Persons with a definite prejudice against hysteria, scandal, exaggeration . . . and pre-digested opin ions, may turn gratefully to The Journal, a paper that respects the rights of its readers to think for themselves. CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL THE CHICAGOAN 7 jG)>u/w ROSS & BROWNE Sales and Managing Agents 80 East Jackson Boulevard • Wabash 1052 Agent on 75reni ises TO list here the names of those distinguished Chicago families who have secured apartments in this fine building would be at variance with its exclusive atmosphere, and with the feeling of privacy so care fully planned for each separate establishment. We may state definitely, however, that the list of co-owner tenants is an impressive one. And numbering as it does many of Chicago's most suc cessful men-of-affairs it constitutes a convincing tribute to the financial and structural integrity of this proj ect as well as the spacious luxury, comfort and superlative service avail able here in such abundant measure. 8 THE CHICAGOAN ¦-- - -. M [AIS, Alix, as-tu remarque les boucles-dor- eilles de cristal que portait Clemence hier soir? Son bracelet et sa broche a la robe appareillalent. Les trois, ne sont-ils pas mer- veilleux?" "Pouf! Moi, je netais pas emerveillee. En effet, j'etais avec elle le meme jour quelle les a acqueris — ils etaient choisis a appareiller sarobe^aturellement. Tous les deuxvienent de Blums/7 CHICAGOAN SEVERAL years ago the Chicago _ _ > newspapers, being grossly dissat- t CJ I I O isfied with the then incumbent of City Hall's chief executive office and having wearied of the uses of adverse publicity, decided, for a change, to leave the Mayor out of their columns. It was then that the former mayor, growing apprehensive about the gathering mists of oblivion, called in the newspaper boys and made the historic invitation that they should say anything they want but by all means to say something. It is being noted that His Honor, the present mayor, is being left severely out of the news of the Town. Whether the old formula is again being practiced remains to be seen. If it should prove to be, Mr. Thompson will not be left to the recourse of his predecessor, because in his case to say anything that has not already been said would probably be considered in the editorial offices as an unreasonable tax upon their ingenuity. MR. ROBERT P. LAMONT, the Chicagoan of the Presidential Cabinet, will be at least an interested listener, and likely a vigorous commentator, at the discussions on the Prohibition Act which will come up before Mr. Hoover's official family. Mr. Lamont has been one of the persons of importance whose names have been identified with the activities of the National Association Opposed to the Prohibition Amendment. Persons in Mr. Lamont's confidence insist that he has brought with himself into the cabinet certain very positive conclusions about the present state of the liquor question and that these are far removed from anything resembling an appreciation of the nobility of the experiment. They insist, further, that while he will be making no speeches to the newspapers, nor will he be engaging in public debates with the F. Scott McBrides, still his convictions will be registered in such places as to create an important influence upon the future trend of the question. LIKE the late H. E. Keogh's Cameron Dan, Col. Robert W. Stewart proved to be a Good Game Guy They Had to Go and Get. Despite the younger Rocke- feller's notions on the question of moral fitness, it is inter' esting to note that the majority of the stockholders of the Standard Oil Company of Indiana voted in favor of the retention of Col. Stewart. Corporations, however, are not operated by majority vote. While the majority of the stockholders may not have hastened to accord to Col. Stewart his constitutional right > of presumption of innocence in ad' r I cl I I "V vance °f ms tr*al at iaw> fr may be * noted that after his day in court, and after his acquittal, the majority of the stockholders did not continue to attack the verdict of the court. No moral laxity was proven against him, and that was enough for the majority of the stockholders. But not so with the younger Rockefeller. He had his notions about the fitness of Col. Stewart for the office. Did he not demand the colonel's resignation while the lat' ter was under fire in the courts and in the newspapers and did not the latter decline to resign — although resignation would have been an admission of guilt? And did not the latter thereby commit lese majesty? And so, very much in the spirit of his beloved Anti'Saloon League, the younger Rockefeller reached certain conclusions and, having per' sonally reached these conclusions, there could be no doubt of their correctness. And thus ends the Battle of the Proxies in the defeat of Col. Stewart despite a brilliant record of achievement and despite the support of the majority of the stockholders and practically the unanimous stockholder personnel of the company. This eventuality will be hailed as the dawn of a new order in business. But it means nothing of the kind. It simply means that in the courts of great business in America the bended knee is as essential for security, under certain circumstances, as it has long been in the foreign courts of royalty. IN the locker room of a country club here in North Care lina a group of men were partaking of contraband. A Southerner who might be described as being of the old school — although that type has always seemed to us to be born and not taught — approached an adjacent locker. He was handed a glass, together with the other essentials, and invited to join the party. He declined, firmly and brusquely. "Perhaps he is opposed to liquor," someone observed audibly. "Yes," the Southerner stated with emphasis, addressing the entire party, "I am opposed to liquor. However, I might join you except for the fact I am giving a dinner party tonight at which I will both serve and drink cocktails. Out of courtesy to my guests I wish to start with them on an equal footing. "I am, you see," he concluded, "what might be called a drinking prohibitionist." — MARTIN J. QUIGLEY. THE CHICAGOAN t s smarter to ;ho at SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE now formally open Fs ortli JV\jichigan Avenue at V^nestnut otreet THE CHICAGOAN n lxv X> Typewriters by the Lake Being a Roll Call of Chicago Authors and Publishers By SUSAN WILBUR IT is now nearly three years since Samuel Putnam's "Chicago: An Obituary" appeared in the American Mercury. That article was a broad hint and you would think that Chicago couldn't have done otherwise than hasten to take it. But instead we have apparently gone right on obituating. Among other things it contained two lists, one giving the names of Chicago writers who had moved away, people like Thorstein Veblen, Theodore Dreiser, and Rex Beach, the other men' tioning us the less fortunate, who hadn't. Even in 1926 two of our once big three had gone: Sherwood Anderson and Edgar Lee Masters; Carl Sand burg alone remaining. And if it hadn't been for his calling me up this evening to explain why Llewellyn Jones was going to be late for an appointment, I might have thought that by now Carl Sandburg had gone too. Practically, of course, he has. For during the years when he was doing "The American Songbag" he was much likelier to be found in New Mexico or in Alaska than in Elmhurst. And things like that become a habit. NOW about a fifth of the second list has moved up. Mary Aldis is seldom seen here except on the wing. Robert M. Lovett has been known to spend three-quarters of the year in New York. Florence Kiper Frank now over' looks the Hudson, and Lew Sarett is to be found in the wilds of Wisconsin. Henry B. Fuller has been a New Yorker and has come back. Not to mention those not on the list who have been and gone. Ellen du Pois Taylor — of the three different ways in which du Pois is spelled on the jacket of her second novel "Towers Along the Grass" I choose the shortest — who had not yet appeared upon the horizon in August, 1926, is now a Parisian. Viola Paradise. Mary Synon. Vera Cas' pary. Eleanor Follansbee. And for that matter Mr. Putnam himself. Yes, it gives those who do happen to be left a very queer feeling. Last year Llewellyn Jones is said not to have signed his lease until nearly Christmas time, meaning to ask some lawyer what happened about a lease if the New York urge should hit you somewhere in the middle of it. However, as things turned out, it was a literary editor who owned his own house who chanced after all to be the next to go: Robert B. Ballou, prede' cessor to Howard Vincent O'Brien on the 7<lews. And when, two or three weeks later he came back on a visit, in the company of his new chief, the English publisher Jonathan Cape, and no doubt flushed with the distinction of being the latest Chicago writer to have turned New Yorker, what must have been his chagrin to find that Y. K. Smith really held that honor, having left the day before. Yes, they do come back on visits, and you are quite likely to see more of them in a day or two than, thanks to our town's somewhat generous geog' raphy, you used to see in a year. And they always come full of predictions: first, last, or in the middle, they are sure to say: See you in New York. It's possible of course. Mob psy chology is famous for its momentum. And yet the reasons for not going seem so excellent. I GRANT you everything that you may say against Chicago as a van' tage point from which to convince New York producers to put on your plays, or to persuade publishers viva voce to accept your novels. Nor have we any Algonquin, where writers get together to talk like writers, — or to walk in looking like writers. But nonetheless as a town where you can actually get things written, Chi' cago has New York beaten. In New York if you so much as write a letter home it usually has to come out of 12 THE CHICAGOAN your eight hours, and even without writing home you can lose money on your sleeping accommodations. What the real New Yorkers probably have to do when they get to the point where their publishers won't wait any longer is take ship for Paris. Chicago, on the other hand, is, prac tically speaking, the perfect place for getting things written. Yes, I have tried the country. At the Dunes once. Such a sweet, quiet, and conducive cor' ner as has perhaps never been accorded to man or woman before or since. But somehow in the daytime it used to seem so much more important to watch liz- ards or to step out for an occasional huckleberry. And at night the most fascinating moths and blue things had a way of collecting on the screens. I might try some other part of the coun' try of course. But then one's type' writer might interfere with still other important things such as swimming or looking for waterfalls. IN Chicago, however, you have no pressing alternatives to spoil your concentration. Above my head Flora Warren Seymour, co-head of the Book- fellows, taps out biographies of Fre mont and histories of the American Indians. If her wrist gets tired or she runs out of ideas, she can walk to the lake and back. Healthy, but not dis tracting. Down here we've been known to write a book in six weeks or even in two without missing a day's work downtown or a fraction of a night's sleep — or even a party. Two still busier people, Helen Gardner and C. J. Bulliet, have found time to write compendious books about art. And they're doing it all over town. Vincent Starrett tried New York and he tried London, but it was only after coming back that he managed to pro duce, in an obscure bachelor hotel on the North Side, his "Murder on B Deck," which is this month's choice of some detective club. Eunice Tietjens has been all over the world, but it is only upon the occasion of her home comings that she gets books written. For Chicago, in fact, two books a year is regarded as the comfortable and natural rate. Witness Henry Kitchell Webster who can produce "The Quartz Eye" of an autumn and come back with "The Sealed Trunk" by early in the spring. And Harry Stephen Keeler, whose "Spectacles of Mr. Cagliostro" is only six months younger than his previous mystery story. And it occurs to me that if, like Mr. Putnam, I were given to list making, I might make one for each part of town. For Evanston and the north shore, Lucy Fitch Perkins, author of the famous twin series, Constance Ayres Garnett, whose "Gay Pretender" I have just been reading, and so on. Though it might take a little time to work my way through the suburban directories. In the meanwhile, plain classifica tions will perhaps be simpler. AS one might expect, Chicago ex cels in travel book writers. For I'm not saying that Chicago is a place that you mind getting away from — quite a distance away from — occasion ally. Mary Hastings Bradley goes to Africa, Mrs. John Borden to the North Pole or thereabouts, Ralph Fletcher Seymour to parts of Yucatan, where you eat frijoles and provide your own hammock. Not to mention the divaga tions of Robert J. Casey. Dr. Henry Justin Smith's extraordinary trip by motor bus over the spinal column of Europe. Or the So You're Going and Where It All Comes True books of Clara E. Laughlin. Poets of course. Chicago is a ver itable breeding ground for poets. And not only that. Poetry has made Chi cago quite literally the headquarters of modern American verse, Harriet Mon roe having almost single handed put modern poetry on the map by carrying a chip on her shoulder and stirring up controversy about the chip. And she has incidentally secured more prizes for poets than anyone had done or even thought of before, — an important mat ter even economically when you stop to consider the limitations of an in come at so much per line. And our poets seem to stick fairly well. That is, unless, like Glenway Wescott, they are the kind that turn into novelists. Mark Turbyfill is still here — though only last year he tried Paris. George Dillon. John Drury. Baker Brownell. Jun Fujita. Archi bald MacLeigh. Richard Atwater. Kurt Stein. A number of woman poets who have had collections brought out by eastern publishers: Agnes Lee, Marion Strobel, Jessica Nelson North, Pearl Andelson, Edith Wyatt, not to mention Dorothy Aldis, whose child poems have had almost a Milne vogue. For short story writers, Chicago is a paradise, nothing less. Dorothy Dow and Jack Woodford are said to average fifty stories a month apiece. On math ematical grounds I hesitate to ask you to believe this. And there's Frank O'Hara over at the University of Chi cago, who not only writes short stories but teaches the young how to write them. And Margaret Ayer Barnes, author of "Prevailing Winds," who be came a short story writer not from choice but as the result of an automo bile accident. Mrs. Barnes being the sister of Mrs. Kellogg Fairbank, who can write a novel with one hand while managing the affairs of the Democratic party and any number of minor con cerns with the other. Jeremy Lane, who also writes novels. And Charles Collins. And Gene Markey. But I mustn't get started on them. AND if we don't have many book publishers, we do have magazines. Plenty of them, from the Red Boo\, now presided over by the Chicago nov elist Edwin Balmer, and College Hu mor, to the Ten Story Boo\ on one side, and on the other Rose Waldo's Child Life, the foremost thing of its kind. Furthermore as I look back over the past six months it seems to me that Chicago has at the moment about as promising a younger bunch as it can ever have had. There's McKinley Kantor, whose "Diversey" won the critical approval not only of the home town but of New York. And this spring at least six other new, and equally young, Chicago authors are at tracting attention. David Hamilton, author of "Pale Warriors." Meyer Levin, author of "Reporter." Charles Walt, author of "Love in Chicago." Sterling North, who in "The Pedro Gorino" has written a better book than "Trader Horn" — though I am afraid this is not so much of a compliment as I mean it to be. Edna Ferber's "Show Boat" has nothing on Harlan Ware and James Prindle's "Rag Opera." And of course there's Arthur Meeker, Jr., author of "American Beauty,"- — who THE CHICAGOAN 13 has been compared by one Chicago critic to Robert Louis Stevenson or George Gissing or Barrie — too bad I can't remember which, or whether after all it was Thomas Hardy. YES, Chicago is a wonderful place for authors. And Pascal Covici used to say that it ought to be a won derful place for publishers too. Cen tral for distribution and all that sort of thing. And the annals of literary Chicago will never be complete until some competent scribe — he would have to be at least a W. J. Locke — writes the history of the Covici-McGee Company that became the Hyman-McGee Com pany, and then turned into Pascal Covici, publisher, and the Washington Book Company. The Joyous Adven tures of the Covici companies, as the book might be entitled, would tell how in the course of those adventures the story of Fantazius Mallare by Ben Hecht, issued in a limited edition, was read with interest by a judge who ap preciated its text, its illustrations, and its format equally, fining each of the three perpetrators a thousand dollars. And how nonetheless for a time Mr. Covici went on lavishing luxurious and limited books upon Chicago, gateway to the Middle West. However, Mr. Covici has gone now. And of course New York is wonder fully located too. So near New Jersey. Of those publishers who remain, the dean is of course A. C. McClurg and Company. Though I haven't seen their imprint since the new year, and didn't see it more than once or twice during 1928. BUT the Reilly and Lee Company is also old enough to have had its silver wedding anniversary so to speak —a celebration which that part of Chi cago that writes or sells or reviews books will be a long time forgetting. It is a company that has had selling successes along many lines. One series of novels proved so popular that when the original author died another had to be trained to write the sequels. And in like manner their Oz series for younger readers has been continued since Mr. Baum's death by another hand. Ralph Fletcher Seymour, publisher also of the Poetry Magazine, has a long line of well designed books in limited editions to his credit. Willett, Clark and Colby, though organized by the Christian Century people is not entire- 1\ <3 /^ ly a religious 'firm. Just last year they published a non-ecclesiastical novel about Methodism which in my opinion put Sinclair Lewis "Elmer Gantry" off the map: "Shoddy," by Dan B. Brummitt. And we have several pub lishers of juveniles, Rand McNally, among them, and the W. H. Wheeler Company, which departed for a mo ment from its policy of publishing just schoolbooks to start a series of super- travel readers with pictures by Burton Holmes. Two came out: Egypt and Japan. And since then the booksellers have been waiting for Italy as the man in that hotel room waited for his neigh bor to throw the other shoe — except that they have waited at least three years longer. And there's the Laidlaw Company which promises a series of historical juveniles. All of which leaves the University of Chicago Press the most serious of our publishing houses. Its list does not of course include fiction, but it is strong on public affairs. And occa sionally it even perpetrates a best seller: n. b. "The Nature of the World and of Man." NOT much of a publishing town then. And anyone who depend ed upon statistics might say that it was not much of a reading town either. What! they would say. A town of only a million' or so less population than New York and only able to sup port one book supplement. The Tribune content with a page. The T^ews devoting to books a few pages at the back of a general supplement. Only the Post giving readers a weekly tabloid that they can slip out, read at their leisure, and put away for reference. The scarcity of book supplements in Chicago ought not however to be laid at the door of the reader. With a supplement to be or not to be is a case not of readers but of advertisers. And as long as the New York publishers turn I think it's ninety per cent of their advertising — but please don't take my figures for this or for the population of Chicago as compared with that of New York — to the New York papers, and give even our WGN less lines per week than they give to the least of them, well we're lucky to have one book supplement, that's all. Now Chicago reading is very infre quently a matter of public discussion. The typical local reader of books does not speak of his reactions to them. He or she prefers, it would seem, to read and remain mum. Yet books get them selves read. The real index to Chicago as a book reading center is of course the number of really great bookstores that it sup ports. Kroch's, said to be the largest bookstore in the world, and Brentano's which might be if Kroch's wasn't, and both of them exceptionally beautiful and very expensively located, the two Walden stores, and the Argus, which has recently become two. And the book sections in the department stores, which far from selling books like goods by the yard have, each of them an individuality, a distinct bookstore atmosphere, Marshall Field's, presided over by Marcella Burns Hahner, who was brought up in the Poet's Corner tradition of McClurg's on Wabash, Carson Pirie's presided over by Ralph Henry, and the Davis Company to which Mrs. Green brought a spark from the Field book section at the time the store was taken over, the Fair, the Boston Store. Not to men tion our rare book dealers Walter M. Hill and George Chandler. And Mr. Jansky who has been in the book busi ness here for over forty years. Alex ander Greene. The Economy with its six-story building. Doubleday Doran, formerly Fanny Butcher, in the Tip Top Inn building. And those outside the Loop. The clubs are of course another fingerpost. The Chicago College Club listens every so often to Ethel Col- son Brazelton, who used to literary edit the Record'Herald back in the days when The Little Review was be ing published in the Fine Arts Build ing, and the Book Review Committee of the Woman's City Club seems to listen to us all by turn, and to show signs of knowing at least about as much about the new books as we do. The Nineteenth Century club of Oak Park have a live group of something the same sort. These are the only ones that I happen to have listened in on but there are plenty of others. Yes, Chicago is a good book town. 14 THE CHICAGOAN The Boulevard Four, in Full Regalia, Singing "/ Want to Go Bach to Michigan* THE CHICAGOAN 15 The Better Price Tags Being a Survey of the More Imposing Trinkets of the Town By ARCYE WILL LET there be no misunderstanding at ¦* the outset of this shopping tour. It is an adventure in luxury. If a necessity or two has crept in, then it is without the knowledge of the writer. Items listed are set down as they are offered in Chicago shops any business day. Precedence of mention in these columns is determined solely by price. Credit terms, we presume, are cheer fully arranged; we did not inquire. CD. PEACOCK, 101 North ? State, offers a very beautiful pearl necklace of 87 pearls; they gradu ate in size from the central pearl, about the size of a pea; they are uniformly of a most delicate rose tint. And they retail at $79,000. Vulgarly, 79 grand. A square-cut emerald solitare weighs 11 and 52/100 carats, its setting plati num with three baguette diamonds at each side. An exquisitely simple thing —at $35,000. A little clock perhaps four inches high is gold and enamel combined with jade. It stands on three amber pedestals. The hands and Chi nese numerals are of diamonds. If a certain spring is pressed the timepiece chimes the minutes, quarters, halves and hours. The price, $5,000. But then it took six months to make and the time counts for something. A very fine necklace on sale at Spaulding and Company numbers 95 matched rose pearls. It is secured by a marquise diamond and platinum clasp. It is a sale at $32,000. A Spaulding diamond, emerald cut, with a baguette at each side, is notable in diamond cutting. It is a little off square yet not too definitely oblong, the style just now favored — and it is surprising how style affects the price of solitaire stones — consequently it is available for $25,000. SPAULDING also shows the "Ra jah" sapphire, a stone named for its finder, a swanky Indian called The Rajah. Found a quarter of a century ago near Ratnapura, India, it is the largest sapphire discovered in the Crown Colony. Its original weight was 125 carats which, at the hands of a native cutter, was reduced to 93 carats — in the long run a fortunate thing, for had the stone been cut per fectly, as it is now, a native prince would have confiscated it. A new cut ting preserved the golden yellow sap phire at 75 carats. It was owned and worn by a famous performer of magic at the Olympia, most famous of Paris ian music halls, for over 1,000 perform ances in 1922-23. The price alone is $5,000. But "The Rajah" requires a proper setting. Perhaps the most beau tiful is the pendant necklace of lorg nette length. A necklace of diamonds and platinum — and $10,000 more. COMING to fur coats after a hard winter, one is sensibly reminded of the delights of Spring. Marshall Field and Company, offer a chinchilla wrap which sold during the season for $35,000 but which is now marked down to $27,500. A great bargain. The wrap is an import from Axelrad and Aron, Paris. Its skins are per- "It's such a pleasure to work on Mrs. Justice, she responds so well to treatment." UU<xrwjriifcf> Wm:' r 16 THE CHICAGOAN fectly matched; the lining is blue velvet chiffon with appliqued silver leaves. Non-domestic chinchillas live in burrows on the eastern Andean slopes of Chile and Bolivia. The animal is ten inches long, not counting tail. Ancient Peruvians used the beast's fur for coverlets but not per fectly matched skins at $27,500. Speaking of fur coats, there was a Russian sable at Field's just before Christmas. The coat pleased a woman shopper; she wore it home. She paid, in cash, $40,000. Field's tapestries are notable. A modest French tapestry in flowering design, eight feet by eleven, is a pretty thing. It is $15,000. Brussels lace from the World's Fair — the en tire Belgian consignment was bought by Mr. Field — comprises a selection of lovely pieces. Most of these laces have been sold. There remains, however, a Brussels Point, three and seven- eighths yards long at $1,000 the yard. Yet another Brussels Point has been made into a dress, cut and put to gether without a single seam showing. It is $2,500. OBJETS D' ART, of course, come a bit high. Yamanaka on North Michigan shows three marvelous Kakemono paintings formerly in the collection of Baron Kawasaki. The central panel is a standing Buddha, the two flanking panels are graceful Bodisa- tobes — likened to saints in the Budd histic rite. It is done in water color plus black and gold (which was cut out from gold leaf and so applied). There is a touch, too, of red and green. The work is attributed to Motomitsu circa 1200 A. D. The price is $20,000. Fifteen thousand dollars is the set value of a pair of Fei-Tsui jade fig urines of Kwan-Yin, the Goddess of Mercy. Perhaps the largest jade figures carved, they preserve from the 18th century a most delicate color. Bronze and stone Buddhas are originally from China. A fine bronze of the Wei Dynasty is a standing fig ure ten inches high. The price is $8,500. The date 500 A. D. Early American furniture is most imposingly presented by Carson Pirie Scott and Company. The depart ment is under the supervision of Mr. Howard Alley. He it was who built up the Early American wing in the Metropolitan museum of New York — one of the most heavily patronized ex hibits of the whole institution. Car son's display reproductions as well as genuine period antiques. Two needle point Georgian wing chairs are priced at $5,000 a pair. The arms and wings have been made separately so that the design conforms perfectly to the back; both petit and grose point are used. RUGS, too, are apt to run to money. ^ A splendid Sarouk, also at Car son's, is deep blue with a centered rose design. It is 13 by 23 feet. Its border is ivory and brown, altogether a very beautiful floor covering. The charge is $7,000. On exhibition in the Carson Galleries is a landscape done by J. Francis Murphy. It is called Hills and Fields, a quiet, competent canvas adaptable for any living room. It's yours for $6,000. STEVENS' offer a pair of jewelled heels for formal evening wear. The apex of formality so achieved costs $2,Q00. Yet Stevens' does not count these heels particularly expensive. Many exclusive stores prefer to execute individual commissions in the purchase of rare and costly articles. But such commissions are ordinarily confidential. This survey refers only to trinkets openly priced and publicly vended. Dinner service can be very hand somely set out. Burley's, for instance, offer a dozen bone china Coalport service plates. Each plate is decorated in two tone 24-carat gold, and each displays three medallion^ done by a famous artist. Twelve plates, $6,000. Tatman's, 625 North Michigan, offer a dozen 10-inch English Royal Daul- ton service plates. A green border heavily shot with gold, different scenic centers all signed by the individual artist. The consideration, $750. A pair of Sevres capable of being done over into very attractive lamps are decorated with turquoises. They have a French bronze base and cap. They are $350. ITH splendid service, one should have splendid napery. Maison du Blanc, 904 North Michi gan, offers an embroidered dinner cloth for a table of twelve with napkins to match. It is Venice monogrammed. Costs $2,500. A 29 piece set in Venetian point, lovely workmanship, with extra service doilies, fingerbowl doilies and napkins to match is quoted at $2,350. A Normandy bed spread, pillowslips made from Normandy caps, is nice enough. $600. Still for the table, perhaps the nice purchaser will choose six English Chippendale chairs from Mandel's stock. They are exquisite chairs, dated 1770, beautifully carved of dull mahogany. And $1200. A PAIR of bracelets, once the property of the wife of a Rus sian Grand Duke, Constantin, brother of Alexander I, are on view at Blum's. The pair are marked at $5,500. Gold, they are in 19 strands of flat-linked chains and each bracelet is clasped with 10 carats of diamonds. Blum's offer, too, a cloth coat, model by Paquin, silver fox collar— $900. A blue enamel and diamond bracelet given the dancer, Seveatinova, is available at $1,500. Tzar Alexander IPs snuff box, blue enamel and gold scroll work, monogrammed with a capital A and the Roman numeral II is a trifle as values go. Should one have a fond ness for snuff one can take it like a Tzar— $750. All in all, items here listed total well up to $400,000. Mrs. Somerset Maugham feels that such a survey is altogether too com mercial to be associated with. Ptogramouse's] Return His rat digested; eyes aflame, From out the dusty barn he came, A golden soul all yellow quite Excepting where his fur was white. He only came because he went His hungry soul on pleasure bent. Yet he prefers, as kitties can, A ratiocinating man. I never ask him, "What is sin?" I simply let my tomcat in. — E. BLAKE WHITING. THE CHICAGOAN 17 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago Plus French Genius and British Good Taste By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN ONE may dine at the Cafe Louisi- ane in two fashions. First, hav ing knowledge of Creole cookery, one may cull delicately through the menu, pausing to savor each possible choice and so blend the evening's selection of foods as a knowing musician might blend an evening's selection of har monies — a whole symphony awaiting his wand. Or, one may summon Mons. Gaston Alciatore, of rosy face and waxed, im peccable moustache, and allow Gaston the privilege of suggestion and com ment. Gaston will enter eloquently — Oh very eloquently! — into, the matter and eventually prescribe an evening's diet. There is a third method of dining. It is to barge down in a mood of high bumptiousness and order without fear or favor, thus very likely giving scan- dal to the chef sufficient to cost him an unpleasant half hour with his father confessor. FOR Creole cookery is the offspring of French and Spanish domestic science transplanted onto a new con' tinent and gloriously proliferous here for some 200 years. It is the art of the French cook given new and epic materials. It is a kitchen procedure tested and approved by generations of Gallic diners in a day, one imagines, when laxity in the scullery was cor rected by a neat, prompt, and exact- ingly opposite precision with the rapier. An understanding of such victualry is not easily had; it is a thing of erudition, of refinement, of unbe lievable elegance. The Louisiane is a leisurely place. Enter deliberately, say at eight o'clock, and prepare to dine. Let Gaston se lect if you will. He will describe the dishes, outline the menu and leave your table to the soothing orchestrations of the Louisiane Trio. Start off with an appetizer. Perhaps a crab meat canape. Matchless crabs of Biloxi, rich white meat properly in a halo of sauce mariniere, all formally arrayed on toast. Then embordered in setting of chopped eggs as a kind of girdle to a jewel. The whole baked in "An understanding of such victualry is not easily had; it is a thing of erudition, of refine ment, of unbelieveable elegance" the oven and set lovingly down. Or there are French mussels. Or stuffed tomato. Or tomato caviar. Or pate de foie-gras. Or escargots, Bourguig- nonne. Or antipaso in the canape manner. Even, perhaps, stuffed celery or hearts of artichoke. Even — who shall say — even olives by way of a modest prelude. HAVING selected an appetizer, have lingering communion over the oyster selection, Rockefeller, Kil- patrick, Brochette, bluepoints or cotuits. Or the humble clams — little necks or cherrystones. Then gradually come to the soups, letting the mind dwell a while in reverie. Soups are simple enough in name. Creole gumbo, onion au gratin, clam broth and a few translucent con sommes. Yet here, too, are genera tions of boiling and sampling unassum ingly wrought to unquestioned finality. Plunge resolutely through a con sideration of eggs. It is true, per haps, that the Frenchman is the world's master at evoking subtle glories from the lowly egg. But the egg, in this commentators' opinion, is poor forage at best. Not that he des pises an omelet; he is uninterested in 18 THE CHICAGOAN the omelet when sea foods beckon a vulgar net. Gaston does not too high- line or two down the menu. ly approve the lobster. Lobsters do well enough, to be sure, but they are "Oh, yes, I much prefer Paris — Americans are so crude" fishes. He has his price, naturally, and it is a rightful tribute. Year in and year out, he retails at one dollar the pound. But brought to table a splendid golden slab, doused in sauce and rav ishing alike to eye and nostril even the flintiest chooser relents. Let once his spell be made manifest to the palate and the diner accords him a sigh and an absolution. He comes broiled, a precious sacrifice by fire as befits one of royal lineage. Or he is attended by the gallant sauce meuniere. Or, most imposing of all, he enters to his high destiny en papillotte which is to say in a brownpaper bag, the edges crisped to evince his martyrdom. GASTON will tell of the pompano, how he is taken far at sea. Or of the sheepshead, noble cousin. Or the red snapper, avid of the manly fisherman's hook but disdainful of the That we mention chicken, squab, guinea hen and their individual sauces (one counts 8 separate methods of pre paring chicken and each worthy of a long paragraph) is due only to the limits of space in this survey. Steaks, too, we must salute and pass by, Pri marily, the Louisiane specializes in sea food. Its chef does splendidly on land, but we leave him unchallenged over the hydrosphere. It is juster so. UPON the new world potato, French genius has toiled and triumphed. Counting the offerings of Mons. Alciatore, one discovers 17 methods of preparing the potato. The most splendid of all is the pome souffle, a white, recalcitrant tuber under the hand of a master becomes a puffed and airy delicacy, incredible to eye and palate and a glory to the chef. Yet hold, we have not yet come to salad. One counts 16 salads, each compounded with special care almost astronomical in its precision. Each bit of greenery blended and beautified in a careful dressing and set down as a kind of frolic to the country after the academic thoroughness of the meal. And finally — no dessert. Please. Coffee and perhaps a bit of cheese with a biscuit (there are seven kinds of cheese) . One may, if one pleases, have pastry and ice cream; Since man must live, Gaston will not even deny you ketchup — last year he was obliged to use three whole bottles and each drop like a drop of blood from the heart. But spare his feelings. They have suffered enough. Though of five generations in Ameri ca, Gaston is yet foreign to this mighty land. "Dinner without wine — Bah!" says Gaston, "it is like opera without an orchestra!" There is hardly place in America for a decent restaurant mourns Gaston. A restaurant like the Louisiane is hard put to scrape along. Americans neither know nor practice good dining. Places like Madam Begue's in New Orleans, like Martin's in New York, (and Gas ton has served in them both) are but stars in a tinsel crown of hot dog palaces. In a meadow of sunflowers, Louisiane blooms like an orchid. Around the walls are scenes from far and fabulous New Orleans, scenes done by Antoine Alciatore, the scape grace brother — 17 brothers sound and learned restaurant men, and one a re lapsed painter. Yet the skulker had grace enough to paint restaurants if he would not serve in them. One draw ing presents the original Louisiane, es tablished by Mons. Louis Bezaudin, grand-uncle to our host. Ah well, one tests the clear, strong coffee. Caesar had it partially right. Omnia Gallia in tres partes divisa est — the parts are breakfast, luncheon, dinner. Open till 1. Michigan 1837. 1341 South Michigan. ENGLISH victualry is none of your airy nonsense. If French cookery is subtle and refined, an elaborate flowering of nimble genius, English cooking goes on its own legs, sturdy and well filled and imposingly ade quate. The diner in the English mode presents himself foursquare to the nap kin. He orders beef or mutton, and he orders it in steak or chop form. Oh a thick soup, yes. Perhaps oysters; [continued on page 54] THE CHICAGOAN 19 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry ONE of the first notable events in the history of the Standard Club upon its moving from staid and com fortable but uncommodious quarters at 24th Street and. Michigan Avenue to its luxurious new edifice at 320 Plym outh Court was Judge Kickham Scan- lan's application for membership. What was the big idea, curious members queried. Was he establishing a test case to discover whether a man with the Irish name of Scanlan and the Christian name of Kickham could pos sibly be welcomed into an organization of Cahns, Greenebaums, Loebs, Strausses, Rosenthals, etc.? Or was it because his keen gastronomic desires urged him to join an institution known for its supreme cuisine? Nowhere else in the city could he obtain such dishes as Knackwurst with Sauerkraut, Kalter Aufschnitt, Kreplach. . . . More logically, if asked today what his motive was, the Judge might well The Standard Club By HERBERT RUBEL answer that he joined the Standard Club to become better acquainted with one of Chicago's most substantial groups — people highly cultured, intel lectual, influential, — as well as to en joy the privileges of the last word in American town club houses. DATING back to April 4, 1869, we find the Standard to be one of the oldest clubs in the city. It was in a time of post-war restlessness and of civic growing-pains that the sixty-nine charter members met for the first time in Brunswick's hall on Washington street between Clark and La Salle to organize a badly needed institution that gradually and firmly has achieved a prominent position among local social organizations. The history of the Club actually has been the history of its three club houses. As it moved from one to another, its customs, its policies, its modus oper andi, and its membership changed to some degree — but its sound tradition and principle have remained the same. The Club's first building was erected especially for its benefit at Michigan Avenue and Thirteenth Street. A bit of historical significance is attached to this place in that General Sheridan took possession of it after the great fire of '71, and used it as headquarters for Federal troops sent here to main tain order. After they left, the Relief Society commandeered the building. The entire place, with the exception of the ball room and the basement, was donated to this service. Here numer ous destitute families took refuge until other quarters could be provided. AS years rolled on the increased membership could not be accom modated in the home established in 1870. And so in 1889 the Standard Club erected its own building at Twen- 20 THECWICAGOAN ty-fourth and Michigan Avenue. This was a large, comfortable, bulky struc ture affording a luxurious ease, ample facilities for fancy balls and entertain ments, and a complacent refuge for perennial bachelors. Members made good use of this blessed old building. Many of them preferred its tranquil enchantment to their own homes. They relished it like a traveling salesman does his central parking place after several weeks on the road. As a result Standard Clubhouse No. 2 began to show signs of wear and tear. The one time elegant furnish ings and equipment smacked of cher ished occasions, but lost their lustre and their sturdiness. And the bachelors — the Club's most ardent inmates — com plained that the hollows in the leather arm chairs were becoming dangerously deep. After a heavy meal they would sink into them with such complete abandon that they found it difficult to arise. Talk of moving to a more centrally located building manifested itself soon after the War. The present building was depreciating rapidly and the en virons of 24th and Michigan were anything but rosy. They were becom ing duskier every day. "About the only thing our present location is good for," one of the advo cators of a new site remarked, "is to watch the Decoration Day parades as they pass our Michigan Avenue win' dows. But seeing that most of the members belong to golf clubs nowadays, what's the difference?" AND so, day by day, movement for a downtown structure became more imminent. About the only ob' jectors were paint, soap, and glue man' ufacturers in the district, who disliked the idea of their favorite luncheon es- tablishment moving many miles away. Led by Jacob M. Loeb, erstwhile President of the Board of Education, the newclub movement began to get up steam. A representative group of Chicagoans needed a building and a location that would fit their prestige and prominence; that was the selling talk. And although many decried the expense of a move, the progressives won out. Plans for a magnificent structure conveniently located were soon laid. The new club house was completed in 1926. As it stands today, on Ply mouth Court and Dearborn Street be tween Jackson and Van Buren, it is a monument to the last word in club house architecture — a gorgeous edifice, ingeniously designed — majestic and splendid enough to last for several generations. The creation of. Albert Kahn of Detroit, it is a tribute to this pre-eminent architect. Faced on the outside with Indiana Limestone, it is unobtrusive, yet sturdy and attractive. The exterior designed in the style of the early Italian Renaissance presents a massive simplicity. The outstanding decorative effect is achieved through the handling of the two main entrance doorways, elaborately ornamented with carved molds whose motif is repeated in the main cornice. Each section of the interior is treated in harmony architecturally with its special func tion. All of the rooms are decorated in the Italian manner, except the grill room which is typically Spanish. AS man is a product of his en- I vironment, so is the club member a victim of luxurious walls and the circumstances within them. And when members of the Standard light- heartedly moved their good graces into their new temple of beatitude, they found it to be decidedly a horse of another hue. It was like being used to a nickelodeon and suddenly finding yourself in a Balaban & Katz palace of pomp and splendor. Even finan cially it was similar. What used to be reasonable at 24th and Michigan now became embarrassingly exorbitant. But after all, members console them selves, considering what we get and how we get it, isn't this new Club of ours worth the price? And what do Standard Club mem bers receive for the high taxes levied upon them? So many of the highly coveted things in life that it is hard to enumerate them. TAKE the excellent cuisine and the splendid service that goes with it, for instance. Very few clubs or restaurants in the city offer such de licious or varied dishes. The chefs that prepare them are internationally famous and the ingredients are the very finest obtainable. Purveyors of edibles of all varieties will tell you that they save the very choicest for the Standard Club, for the Standard Club will accept nothing but the finest and will pay the highest prices. If the members knew that the lob sters used in the Club are received direct from the Atlantic Ocean fish eries at Portland, Me.; that the little neck clams and cherry stones come direct from Chincoteague, Va., while the oysters are taken from the great South Bay at Bluepoint, Long Island; that the brook trout comes as fresh as though just caught, from the foothills of the Ozark Mountains, while from the Bays of Maryland come terrapin which are shipped and received here alive and butchered in the Club kitchen before they are cooked and preserved for use, in their own fat — if members only knew, would they still think of the price? THE Maitre d'Hotel makes it as convenient and enjoyable as pos sible for the business man to relish his noon meal; why should he care what price he pays? An ingenious device in the form of a slip of paper translating exotic-sounding dishes is a recent innovation to facilitate a noon meal. The "explanation sheet" de scribes in detail the kind of eggs a man is wont to order. For instance, "Eggs Murat" are described as being "Saute Meuniere, with Julienne of Potatoes and Bottom of Artichokes," "Eggs Camille — Lobster Saute, with Fresh Mushrooms, Fresh Tomato Saute, Sauce Vin Blanc, and "Eggs Rossini" — Broiled on Crouton, Slice of Goose Liver, Sauce Perigueux, Potato Dau- phine." AND when it comes to social and i\ athletic activities and entertain ment, the Standard Club searches just as far and wide to secure the best possible talent as it does in the case of supreme culinary dishes. At the start of the current season the Enter tainment Committee decided that it would have to compete with loop thea tres and cabarets in order to bring members to Club functions. The affair that opened the social season last fall took the form of a sparkling midnight [continued on page 43] <7k CHICAGOAN'/ TOWN TALK Critic ONLY recently we have come into possession of figures on the life of a dramatic reviewer, a member of that critical faculty which arrives punc tually late, takes up its seats well down near the bull fiddle and departs abruptly at the close of each act to return an instant before curtain and resume judg ment on a new play. Mr. Fritz Blocki, stage observer for The Evening American, is now round ing out his third year as a professional attender of playhouses. When these lines are published he will have spent exactly 1,095 days in his calling. He will have reviewed, counting future en gagements as well as past clippings, exactly 350 performances. A few minutes with the pencil re veal that Mr. Blocki spends, very pre cisely and to five decimal places, one night in each 3.12857 at theatre. Bread JACK McGURN, of delicate hands and alert, olive, intelligent Italian face, is at this writing in a police cell. Refusing jail fare, each day McGurn orders and pays for his own food. This is understandable enough; Chicago lockups are not notable for their re finement of table. Yet McGurn does not eat the very adequate meals so ordered. His out side viands are distributed among dingy companions of cell and bull pen. In stead, he eats other men's food. Vic- tuals traded at random, and from different men. It is poor, haphazard fare probably, but McGurn prefers it to the hot, admirable dishes brought in from outside. Looking back into feuds, it is re called that two gentlemen confined for trial ate heartily from outside dishes prepared by an Italian chef — this was some years ago. One day the spaghetti was a trifle late in arriving. The first eater tasted a forkful, paled and set down the dish. On analysis the re fused portion was found to contain enough poison for six men. The chef was apparently innocent. Thus, a mystery. So McGurn orders and pays for his own food. And begs a hand-out. Red Flag A GENTLEMAN overtaken by night on the south side reports that he took an I. C. train to the Loop. His host, immoderately boastful of I. C. service and accommodation, was some what chagrined to find that the morn ing's trip offered full smoking car so that both gentlemen had to stand. Still, the south sider enlarged upon I. C. punctuality and his statements were corroborated with irritating time liness. Then off 18th Street it happened. A railroader, a mere speck far down the track, waved a red flag. Waved it frantically with a full sweep across his knees and above his head. The electric train checked, shuddered, tugged at the invisible pressure of its brakes and stopped. The flagman ap proached at a run. The engineer swung out to hear his message. Our north side correspondent, sensing an escape from danger and a gratifying flaw in the matchless train schedule, smiled a forgiving smirk. "Hello, Charlie," said the panting flagman. "How's everything? Be careful on the turn, won't you? They're fiddling with the wire." The train was off smoothly, unper turbed. It made Van Buren Street exactly on time. Racket THE sins of the city, it appears, descend unto the citizens even to the third and fourth generation. Paul Butler's Oakbrook polo team, which is now busily swinging its mallets on the Pacific Coast, is known from end to end of California as the "Windy City Racketeers." The team, despite the vigorous appellation, has taken too many beatings out there to be entirely happy about it. On their return here they will meet the victors of the Texas polo circuit, who are coming to Chi cago to play Oakbrook and the Ont- wentsia teams. With Paul Butler in California, and Billy Blair and his team in Texas, the polo experts this year turned the collec tive cold shoulder on Aiken, where they all went for a winter sojourn last year. The only Chicago horsewoman of note who went there this year is Irene Castle McLaughlin, who is still there. Mrs. Robert R. McCormick also figures in the Aiken "among those present" list, but she is not known as a devotee of the bridle path. Pong! HE ping-pong madness has struck T the town again. Sneering ath letes of great brawn and sinew who usually stoop to nothing less hard- boiled than collegiate football or prize fighting have been spending the recent weeks perfecting their service at table tennis. One of the most recently ac quired devotees is a major sport coach at the University of Chicago. George Lott is as much at home with a little wooden racket as with the beauty he uses on clay or grass. He has a full assortment of ping-pong strokes, fore hand and back-hand. No matter howj snooty you may feel about parlor sp<&!t$jl it is undeniable that, for the tennis ^pitl the miniature game has greatf izfatimtt tion. And if you develor^^ybsej&IDof technique and take onoffc?,gflnfcfJ&atifc about your speed, ypb/Qft$sJ?;fcjfy6f. brother, sweat. Triijtoreggpo^snce of I 22 a local sports column has been filled with helter-skelter ping-pong challenges. from all over Cook County. It looks as if a tournament might be in the wind. Gag-Line E learned the newest bridge gag-line the other evening. Desiring to do our part toward sav ing the rubber, we went to four no- trump with a sixteen count hand. Our partner, who had kept quiet during the bidding, not even groaning, gave us a ten-high hand for our board. "Take it easy going down, partner," he said as he spread his cards on the table. Cabbys YELLOW CAB drivers are indif ferent conversationalists. Perhaps because a strict company rule requires them to close off their compartment— though this ruling is apt to be disre garded late at night when the driver and his solitary passenger are lonely men. But the noise of a Yellow motor inhibits conversation. One must shout to be heard. And shouting does not induce easy, offhand confidence. The Checker driver is the talking driver. He is not obtrusive. He is mum as a strange gentleman at a wed ding party if the passenger seems disin clined to speak. But talk to him and he talks willingly. He, too, feels the press of loneliness when his cab is a kfftd of small planet boring into the hngk anight. Oddly enough, our last si«nbeb& have been Checkers. ^cOneadxiwer spoke of his elder brother a^astoatfaogsdhool. Another was vivid afti&T^sa|JpYoviM|£ when he mentioned Hfe «»p^ifgHpe6t"KKitk- the younger gen eration. But four of the drivers spoke on the same theme. Were we, they ( asked — Heaven knows why! — the recipients of what is called a higher education? The reply in each case was true: Yes. Three drivers expressed regret that they, too, were not of scholastic stand ing. They had had their chances. They were young. They left school. The fourth driver received the an swer in silence. He shifted for a stop light. Lit a cigarette. Adjusted his cap as one preparing to make a bold, irrevocable move. "Do you think you learned any thing?" he asked. "Well, 'very little," we answered. He did not speak again until the meter had clicked a half-dollar's toll. Then his rejoinder was a monosylable. "Oh," he said. We left the cab feeling that we had, somehow, let a fellow creature shame fully down. There was the dumb, vexatious aura of a crisis feebly met and damningly fluked. At Last PRESIDENT HOOVER'S an nouncements in the matter of Pro hibition are, we are grieved to state, scrupulously observed about Town. Even our friend Pietro has con formed to the presidential mandate, and we had thought that Pietro was a stout hearted scofflaw possessed of what William James would term a "tough" rather than a "tender" mind. Yet Pete, frightened by presidential thunder and cowed by a religious awe of government, has abandoned his old and wicked usage of serving wine in THE CHICAGOAN tall bottles at his splendid table. Wine at Pete's is now furnished and served in thick china coffee cups. 10 Lessons MUSIC to the ears of the custom ers is the pronunciation of French names by the salesladies in the employ of Marshal Field and Com pany. Lelong, Poiret, Paquin; none of these names hold terrors for the gals in the dress section. They could address those worthy personages themselves without having to blush for their pro nunciation. Reason? These young ladies are schooled in the French language to the extent that they will need it in their work. They are recipi ents of a monthly bulletin in which is a list of names they must memorize; after each one is the phonetic spelling, so that there will be no margin for possible mistakes. This month's book let, for instance contains the following : Biarritz (Be a ritz) A spring and early summer resort in the Pyrenees moun tains of Southern France. Cannes (Kan) A famous winter resort in Southern France. Deauville (Doe Veel) A popular resort near Paris for spring and summer. Lanvin (Lon 'Van) French dressmaker. Chartreuse (Char Trus) Color of lime. Chic (She\) Smart. If the salesgirls in the dress depart ments learn these they'll know more about French than seventy-five per cent of their customers. And they THE CHICAGOAN 23 will learn them undoubtedly, for they are called to a meeting some days af ter the bulletin has been given to them, to take an examination in the pronouncing of these words and other information contained in the monthly feuilliton. (To be on next month's list — maybe.) Hearsay IT was just another speakeasy visit — sometimes called a raid. Two cop pers dropped in and gave notice of their official intention by stopping at the free lunch counter rather than pro ceeding to the bar. They mumbled with the proprietor. Experienced patrons went leisurely on with their beer. One casual toper begged the tallest officer's pardon and reached into the discussion long enough to select a stalk of celery. His request granted, the discussion went on. From a bridge-playing booth ap peared the volunteer fixer. "I am," he announced, "a newspaper man. The captain says — " The tallest officer stopped him with a cold, cold eye. "I don't want to hear what the cap tain says," pronounced the raider. "I don't want to hear it, because when the captain says it he doesn't want me to hear it. You understand? Never tell a copper what a captain says. He knows it. But he knows also that the captain doesn't want him told — by somebody else." A peacemaker offered a stein for this speech. Very affably, very gra ciously the tall copper refused. "Thank you," he said. "I haven't touched a thing for two years." Well, believe it or not! School Ties WE have always thought it un necessary to know the names of more than three British schools, — Eton, Winchester and Harrow. In fact, we have often prided ourself on knowing two more than most people do. And as far as being familiar with school colors is concerned, we've neglected it entirely. The other day when we were wear ing a diagonally striped tie of red (dark), green (dark) and blue (light) we met an old classmate of ours. "I say," said he, "isn't that an Op- penheim (?) tie?" "No," we replied, "it's Brooks." Patiently he explained that Oppen- heim (or whatever it was) was a Brit ish school and that our tie bore that school's colors. Great people, the Angles and Saxons. Bootlegger FOR three years (we say this blunt ly) he was the most competent bootlegger in the Town. Cognac, Creme de Menthe, potent Haig and Haig, even Pol Roger; he had them all, God bless him. And then, as the Hollywood guys would say, came the dawn. A cold, dismal dawn. Our highly prized purveyor of the better spirits no longer answered our hearty summons. Oh well, we found another man. Not as proficient, but another. Yesterday a correct and elegant rep resentative of a loop banking estab lishment solicited our business. We were glad to see him. We talked of old times. He is doing well, thank you, in his new business. He displayed an elaborate wrist- watch, presented to him by his firm for meritorious service. No, he is not calling on his old friends. He feels his former connection to be a disadvan tage. He is sorry. His old friends were more gentlemanly than his pres ent business acquaintances. Yet, a man has his position to maintain in the world. Sometimes, too true, he must pocket his pride. Shine DAILY we note the hideous ingres- sions of a machine age. The latest and most soulless has to do with the rite of shoe shining, long an art practiced with the abounding and primitive zest African. The handicraft method of shining shoes was a thing permitting individual artistry of commendable order. The polish in place, the workman drew forth his canvas buffer and slapped a merry tune of cloth on leather. A happy artisan could, and did, beat out jazz time in triple rhythms, often whis tling as he worked. Then, near the conclusion of his task, he drew out a magic bottle of white, mysterious liquor and applied it to the leather tips be fore him. Applied it with a graceful, deft swirl of a black thumb and per haps made a little pattern, a kind of unconscious hallmark of craftsmanship. Only the other day we went through a dispiriting performance in the shine parlor. The rhythm was wrong. The gloss none too splendid. At the con clusion we awaited the final rite with white ungruent. The mechanized artisan produced an ugly brass oilcan. Very prosaically he delivered two or three heartless squirts. We commend the incident to Eugene O'Neill. THE CHICAGOAN CHICAGOAN/ ARE you of such importance or , general interest that every day, someone, someplace in the world, asks questions about you, and wants those questions answered correctly? Then your name is in "Who's Who." You may be the greatest authority in your own line of achievement, but if your fame has not become general, and your name known to all manner of men, then you cannot be entered on the roster of "Who's Who." The sole and final judge, not of your ability and your greatness but of your general interest to Americans of to day, is a quiet, gray haired gentleman who lives in Evanston, who probably knows more famous people than does anyone now living, and who is himself so retiring that few of his neighbors suspect his importance. That man is Albert Nelson Marquis. He did not even place his own name in his fa mous book until ten years ago. He did it then only after a constantly in creasing volume of inquiries about his identity forced him. MR. MARQUIS founded "Who's Who" in 1899, in Chicago. The idea of an authentic record of promi nent living Americans, which would serve as a needed reference book, was conceived a year or two before the book was founded, by Mr. Marquis himself, who derived the idea while studying the English "Who's Who," and meditating upon how the book could be improved upon for American use. Thirty years ago the English rec ord was confined to the nobility. Since the success of the American volume, the British "Who's Who" has been radi cally changed, until now it closely re sembles the Marquis book. Mr. Marquis has a name which sounds like that of a titled Frenchman, but he's of pioneer American stock. He was born in Ohio, attended country schools, worked in a general store, and at twenty-one set up his own publish ing and advertising business in Cincin nati. He came to Chicago early in the '90's and founded his publishing com pany. He decided to edit an American "Who's Who" in 1896, and brought out the first volume in 1899. The first edition contained some 8,600 names. Now a new edition is issued every two years, and the 1928-29 edition contains The Who of Who's Who By MAUREEN McKERNAN A. Nelson Marquis 28,805 names. There are the facts about Mr. Mar quis himself — all that one can persuade him to tell, and the last sentence of this short biography goes off into figures and facts about his famous volume — an indication of the man. For the man hides, literally, behind this crea tion of his. He is much more inter ested in it than he is in himself, and no matter how eager one may be to talk of him one ends up by talking about his "Who's Who." THERE'S nothing Mr. Marquis will not tell about his book, and if a real live interest in "Who's Who" and how it is made and in the human equation behind this dry reading rec ord of human beings is betrayed, he will allow minutes and minutes of his valuable time to be absorbed by the eager questioner. But about himself— well, his paragraph in "Who's Who" is positively loquacious in comparison to his conversation. If one did not know that all copy for "Who's Who" must be submitted in the handwriting of the subject of the biography, an interviewer could reasonably suspect that Mrs. Marquis wrote the sketch of her husband for his volume. Here's the sketch as "Who's Who" gives it: "Marquis, Albert Nelson, publisher; born Brown county, Ohio; son of Cyrenus G. and Elizabeth (Redmon) Marquis; left an orphan in early childhood; reared by grand parents (mother's side); educated at public schools; married Harriet G. Morgan, Mon mouth, 111., June 10, 1910. Began business career in grandfather's general store at Hamersville, O.; after death of guardian, conducted business from 18 until 21. En gaged in publishing business and advertis ing business in Cincinnati, Ohio, as A. N. Marquis 6? Co.; removed to Chicago and for several years also conducted a newspa per advertising business; founded 'Who's Who in America' in 1899 and was editor, publisher and sole owner until May 1, 1926 when publication passed to the A. N. Mar quis Co. He has served as president of the Ashland Club, the Illinois Club, and the Hamilton Club, all of Chicago. Now a member of various clubs and historical so cieties." BUT about "Who's Who": There he will tell you stories by the hour — stories that have come to him from the people whose names are recorded on his pages. Of a lecturer who al ways carries the volume so that when people in strange cities call upon him he can hastily look them up in "Who's Who" as the callers come up in the elevator and so by his knowledge of the prominent in every place he visits impress his callers with his courtesy and general information. Of an explorer who carries "Who's Who" up the Amazon, that reading it he may keep in step with the folks back home. A real insight into Mr. Marquis' character he unconsciously betrays as he tells just how he chooses names for "Who's Who." And let it be said here that no one has ever been able to buy space in "Who's Who." If A. N. Marquis thinks you belong there, down goes your name; and if he thinks it does not belong there, no manner of influence can place a name within the book's red covers. The final test is "general interest." "Perhaps a man is the greatest living authority on some one subject," Mr. Marquis illustrates, "but if he hides his light in his own office, if his name is known to only a handful of fellow workers, then 'Who's Who' will miss him. A man must become of general interest to all classes of people before he is invited into 'Who's Who'." Just as a city editor has an instinct which THE CHICAGOAN 25 tells him which stories of the day's events will be of the most interest to the most people, so Mr. Marquis has an instinct which tells him which men are of the most interest to the most people. BUT he does not depend upon his own judgment entirely, and he welcomes the views of all people and is willing to make them his own. When a name is suggested to him he writes to a number of representative people, both within and without the profession of the celebrity under discussion, and asks their opinions as to the eligibility of the applicant to "Who's Who." Sometimes everyone asked will agree that the name under discussion should be listed. Sometimes there is a differ ence of opinion. Then Mr. Marquis considers all opinions given him and makes his own decision. He's fair- minded and open to suggestion. He is kind, too, and understands the human heart. This is betrayed in his handling of the endless chain of names that passes over his desk. It is his lik ing of people, he says, that influenced him in founding a record of active Americans. Twenty-five letters or more come to him each day, from people asking to be admitted to "Who's Who." Does he sneer at this egoistic forward push ing of people asking for the immor tality of his printed pages? He does not! He thinks it only natural and human for men and women to ask for recognition from their fellow men. He answers every letter, explaining the rules of "Who's Who," and then he investigates every name. He says many names have been entered in "Who's Who" because the man himself brought his record to the attention of the editor. WHEN a man or woman dies, his or her name is carried through the two following editions, with the date of death and a cross ref erence to back numbers of "Who's Who" which carried the entire biogra phy. Then the name is dropped, for, after all, "Who's Who" is a record of the living who are today of moment in American affairs. A man is dropped, too, if he ceases to be of general interest. Mr. Marquis, with his wife, has trav eled extensively, but his hobbies, his chief interests, are people and a record "The effect I want is fust an eternal blue melting into purest turquoise, with the merest touch of ash green tow'rds the wainscoating" of their achievements. In his archives are signatures and letters that would make a collector weep with envy. The greatest of the world have spoken with and written to Albert Nelson Marquis, but he remains a simple, kindly gen tleman, in a simple, roomy office on Erie street, where he receives callers without ostentation and without the usual entrenchments of office boys and secretaries. Anyone who wants to see him steps directly into his office from the corridor and takes a chair. A pic ture of Lincoln and one of Thomas Jefferson hang upon his walls, and his curtains, of hand blocked orange linen, cast a soft, informal glow over the room. Continual touch with the greatest of his day seems to have given him a per spective and a balance that influences the manners of this man, who loses himself behind the work he loves — that of sifting the grain of today's creators from the chaff of those who attain momentary notoriety. 26 THE CHICAGOAN Will you bean inside roomer or will you book ahead? Your European trip will be a happy memory for years to come... if it is arranged the right way. 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Dept. 12 Please send "The American Traveler in Europe" to 7%e ROVING REPORTER Tribute to Caesar By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN Name. Address. American Express Travelers Cheques Always Protect Your Funds TO one to whom the processes of government are vague, sancrosanct and unearthly, the Federal Building is an undignified bustle. Shabby fellows coming and going with an air of be devilled haste about them. The second floor balcony lined with makeshift booths, a queue of consultants before each pigeon hole. Little men half formal and half apologetic swearing oaths with one hand limply in air. Gentlemen with their hats far back on their heads and dangling papers in their hands, yet full of hope and stern resolve to be through with the business. Other men, their hats still further back, thoroughly obfuscated at the de mands of Caesar. An occasional woman, pulled and angry and balked, but still persistently on the trail of something. And deputies with the calm, professional air of the scribe about them just a bit off-hand and con descending at the perplexment of the common people. TODAY is the last day on which Income Tax returns may be filed. Should that filing be delayed a day — nay, even a minute beyond the legal hour — then strange penalties will be forthcoming and the whole imposing regimen of government will sooner or later be moved to lawful wrath and descend upon the laggard. For the government is stony, immense, implac able and omniscient. One does not trifle with such a government. One falters to an understanding of its de mands. And one is thankful to be let off with what grace may be vouch safed him. A rich man has his lawyers and hired counsel. Besides he com prehends the will of the mighty, more or less. The sacraments of the state are his, for he understands the proper ritual and proceedings — a high, secret business which is kept from common folk. The rich man may even receive absolution by mail. It is the plain voter who approaches the Federal Building with humility, enters upon his humble office in awe, prays for a miracle. Passing from the great particular judgment on the second floor, having undergone examination, having sworn his oath and having been adjudged an acceptable sacrifice, the plain voter is commanded to the fifth floor. Here again he stands in a somewhat easier purgatory. He is not in heaven, to be sure, but he is within hoping distance. He holds a pass to glory even while he stands in line. Sooner or later he inches toward the final relinquishment of temporal claims. Almost suddenly he has paid his tax. Very briskly a deputy hands him his receipt. He smiles. He resumes his dignity as a citizen. He puts on his hat. He looks about him to experience a detached and supernal bliss at the sight of other souls yet in the purgatorial toils. A saved man he steps into an elevator and is blythely whisked off to freedom. The common man has paid his Income Tax. A GENTLEMAN of the press is not noticeably humble even though he be at the very gates of the All Highest. In one vault of the elevator he has passed from the first circle of hell to the last ring of Umbo. He steps out. Adjusts his hat by placing it more firmly upon his head and strolls to the inner court unmindful of the heirarchy of angels there employed with tally sheets. The negro doorman assures him that Mable Reinecke (Mrs. G. W. Rein- ecke, G for George,) is in. A word about a story. The doorman is silently off through a dark door. Briefly, he is back and smiles permission to enter. The gentleman of the press is at once in the Presence. After the confusion of corridors and tax booths, Mrs. Rinecke's office is cool, ordered and spacious. It is not magnificent; indeed, it is rather gloomy. But it is a pleasant place with welcome chairs. Mrs. Reinecke, United States Collector of Internal Revenue, smiles quickly and indicates a chair. A slender, attractive woman, she is, not in the least bureaucratic. A long, quickly intelligent face. A long cool rope of pearls. Her dress, dark, neat, simple and marked with the unmistak able imprint of style well chosen. MABLE REINECKE speaks freely with a kind of alert, discerning friendliness. Very quickly she dis- THE CHICAGOAN 27 ESSENCE RARE A sphere or liqfuid jade . . . imprisoned m a crystal prism. Flashing meets . . . shot with emerald lights. Qjreen mystic depths . . . rragrant with the illusive essence or a dream. j\ parlum hner than any that has gone oeloref and sump= tuously presented, rriced at twenty-live dollars and more. HOUDIGAMT P A K I S 28 But they went out of fashion with square pianos! Skins still have their eccentricities of course. Eyes cannot help rebelling against a fickle thoughtless climate. Contours will show fatigue and strain. However, such things are "problems" only to the woman who has never con sulted with HELENA RUBINSTEIN. Helena Rubinstein has given so many years of her life to making women beautiful, that she has succeeded in making "beauty problems" practically non-existent. Today, women go to her either to be made more beautiful, or to have their loveliness insured in definitely against the theft of Time. Helen Rubinstein's scientific treat ments for the skin, hair, hands and eyes are famed the world over for their beauty-building powers. And her finish ing touches are acclaimed the smartest and most flattering on two continents. Her counsel is sought on every con ceivable phase of beauty culture by women in every walk of life. The Beauty Problem is but a faintly amusing myth to women familiar with the complete and unique beauty service provided by Helena Rubinstein. PARIS LONDON 670 N. Michigan Boulevard Chicago closes a newspaper story. Her assist ants work until they are done with the day's task. Tonight, for instance, they will be on until 12 at least. Yet the government does not provide funds for overtime. The government does not even allow supper money. A former collector did, indeed, provide his assist ants with supper. But he paid for it himself when the government refused to allow supper claims. There is a pause. Mrs. Reinecke is conscious that the gentleman of the press has had ma terial for a short feature. The 'phone rings. Very crisply she answers it. One notices that she holds the transmitter like a reporter holds it, the mouthpiece caught between the third and fourth fingers of the hand. Her voice, the voice of an experienced telephoner, is barely above normal pitch. SHE turns to the interviewer again. No, tax deadlines are not as crowded as formerly. Yes, the people (one thinks of the dazed herd outside) are becoming educated to tax paying. Why — in those first days she had to employ detectives to discourage pick pockets in the crowded Federal Build ing. Whang! Another feature! There is a moment of silence. Whang! Mrs. Reinecke breaks it again. Perhaps it's interesting to note that many paid in stamps last year. But the government won't accept stamps. She had to dole them into circulation through business firms. She has given another feature. "You are leaving April First, Mrs. Reinecke?" The sentence is a lead, an opening. She parries neatly. "Yes, the First is correct.". Bang! It is not true that her de partment investigates only big returns. Every return is checked — no matter how small. Bang! Another item, that last. "Leaving will be a relief, Mrs. Reinecke?" "Yes, a relief in a way." Mable Reinecke pauses for an in- instant. Oh yes. One senses another story. The intuition is correct. Really although there are 347 employees now THE CHICAGOAN engaged in the last minute tax rush, only 35 are temporary. There are no clerks. The temporary people are ma- N chine operators, calculating machines, \ one imagines. The regulars are field r men and office employees shifted to the rush jobs but steady workers the year round in checking and investigating 5t- cases. Story number five. be zy I HE gentleman of the press takes tie 1 his passage out through purgatory or thinking very definitely that she has ot an undoubted future in journalism er should she care to enter the field. 3t- He calls his office. "Oh yeh," he it says, "Yeh, I got a Reinecke yarn. sd Had a hell of a time gettin' it. I'll be a right in." at nae When We Start To Run Any Time They Mention — ce "Say, I heard a good gag you ought th to be able to sell to one of the maga- he sines. It begins this way: a fellow — " is "Let me tell you about the loop we all went on the other night — the night you said you had to stay in and work. in. First we all got good and plas — " as "Did you hear about that young >le man — why he's two years younger e) than you are — who just signed a con- ig. tract for $100,000 a year? They say to when he got out of college he didn't :k- have a cent and — " d- "Boy, you haven't got the right re technique. Now when I got her alone I told her—" it "Young man, you wouldn't think )te that way if you'd seen as much of life ut as I have. Now I'll tell you something ?s. that happened to me twenty-eight an years ago this — " en "Here's the way I got a slam out of it: I figured Al for a singleton king, rs. so instead of finessing as the average in player would have done I — " ss, "You mean to say you haven't read anything by him? Why, he's simply le- marvelous! I don't see how anybody is. intelligent can go without — " :er "I think you're getting twisted. tat Now the way I heard it — " "There's no excuse for anyone hav- rs. ing a cold. Not the slightest excuse. All you've got to do is — " "You call him an athlete? Wait'll n- I tell you about the fellow we had in ier 1'904 who could punt a football lly seventy — " >W — PARKE CUMMINGS. THE CHICAGOAN 29 T O admit you've never been abroad is often as embarrassing as being unfamiliar with the classics. In the life of today one is as essential as the other. Of course, when you go, travel correctly. Choose either a White Star, Red Star or Atlantic Transport liner. It makes no difference whether you go First Class or Tourist Third Cabin. You meet the world's charming cosmopolitans. The life on board, social and sports, is diversified, interesting and always thoroughly enjoy able. But if you are esthetic by nature the comfort of the salons and the out-of-way nooks on the broad decks have a strong appeal. »i«oji ocua aimci WHITE XTAR LINE RED/TAR LINE ATLANTICTRAN/PORT LINE INTERNATIONAL MERCANTILE MARINE COMPANY No. 1 BROADWAY, N. Y., OUR OFFICES ELSEWHERE OR AUTHORIZED AGENTS 30 THE CHICAGOAN "TIGER RAG" "Tiger Rag" — Listen to the Jungle Band roar out this fox trot! Parts land 2 4238 "Yo Te Amo— Means I Love You" Theme Song of "The Wolf Song " by the Colonial Club Orchestra with a vocal chorus by Dick Robertson. Also from "The Wolf Song"— with a tango touch — "Mi Amado" 4241 "That's a Plenty"— Ray Miller and his Orchestra with a vocal chorus by Bob Nolan do these snappy fox trots "Angry" 4224 "Glad Rag Doll" —Some lilt to these guitar. piano and baritone numbers by Chester Gaylord "Honey" 4221 Always something new on Brunswick Records There's new snap, rhythm and pep in r_^_> Brunswick Records PANATROPESRADIOLASRECORDS Vke STk G E Cnofim Breaks Into Comic Ofiera By CHARLES COLLINS MAYBE the musical shows have gone high'brow while the drama has been rolling in the gut' ter, thus establish' ing what the doc tors call "compen sation." Anyway, there have been signs of such a ten dency — the operetta about Franz; Schu- bert, for example, and the other one about Francois Villon. Gomes now, to support this shadowy thesis, a lyrical diversion dealing with Chopin of the nocturnes and etudes, whose fluttering delicacies of melody have caused civ ilization to yearn for bigger and better Steinways. It is to be found at the Selwyn, under the title of "White Li' lacs," and I call it a treat. When you have Chopin on one side of an operatic plot, you inevitably get George Sand on the other, for that novehwriting lady of the reign of Louis Philippe, forerunner of our Ger' trude Athertons and Janet Fairbanks, was the melancholy Pole's only tnait- resse of record. George the genius' hunter coiled herself about the invalid Frederic like a boa'constrictor around a lamb, after she had digested Alfred De Musset; and "White Lilacs" grace- fully and charmingly tells how. This show is as devoted to cultural subjects as the Fine Arts Building. Paris was a clubby place for artists in those days, it seems; and so, in addi' tion to the austere Frederic and the polygamous George, the cast contains many other personages whose biogra' phies have been written and rewritten. Heinrich Heine, full of poetic sar- casms; Meyerbeer, bursting with com- poser's ego; Franz Liszt, who does his stuff at a studio party; and Honore de Balzac himself, briefly identified by a player whom everyone thought was merely a chorus man — here is the galaxy in which Chopin and Mme. Sand are the brightest stars. The Countess Potocka is here too, breaking her gentle heart over Chopin — and if you have never been in love with her picture you have no Victorian inheri- tances. "VA/HITE LILACS" is no re- V V cast affair; it comes to Chi cago weighted with reputations. The Chopin is Guy Robertson, an admir able choice for the representation of charming musical genius; and the Mme. Sand is Odette Myrtil, whose Gallic boyishness permits her to wear the traditional trousers becomingly. Joined with these two in honorable mention is De Wolf Hopper, the good old Gargantua of comic operas, now subduing his vast fantasticality in the role of a swell French publisher, but always ready to oblige at an act-end with one of his prodigiously polysylla bic curtain speeches. The score, based on an anthology of Chopin's melodies, is worth musicianly attention. The numbers are lovely and well sung; and when Odette Myrtil pulls her violin, like a pistol, on the hapless Chopin, at the piano, there are duets de luxe. Among the refresh ing aspects of this delightful piece is its lack of sore-thumb comedians. It achieves laughter without primitive clowning. A Georgian Josh THERE is no classic portentousness about Richard Brinsley Sheridan's "The Critic," just staged at the Good man. This romp may have been writ ten by the author of "The Rivals" and "The School for Scandal," but it is a wild-eyed romp in a vein which is prevalent among modern revues — the burlesque of melodrama. If its dia logue were brought down-to-date, it would sound as if it were written, in a lazy afternoon, by the round table of Broadway wits at the much men tioned Algonquin Hotel (N. Y.) A little of this sort of thing has al ways gone a long way with me, whether the author was Shakespeare or Harold Atteridge. On this point, how ever, my taste differs from that of the average theater-goer, who appears to derive a flattering sense of superiority from such travesties. To see old fashions in the drama ridiculed clown- ishly apparently makes the usual play goer feel very clever, and his laughter is as hearty as that of the drug'Store wise'cracker at the antics of the vif- THE CHICAGOAN 31 Mr. Kelly organized, and still directs, one of the most effective charitable organizations in Chicago. He is shown here having tea with a small visitor Chicagos distinguished son - D.F. Kelly talks about a hometown newspaper T-JE is known throughout ¦*• •*• America for his business achievements. Yet his brilliant career has been spent on State Street, and his interests have centered in Chicago affairs. He knows and likes his city, and he feels that one Chicago newspaper has caught the spirit that holds him here. "The Herald and Examiner reflects the friendliness and vigor of Chicago" he has said. "It's a real home-town newspaper. "Chicago's a friendly city, and the Herald and Examiner's local news is friendly, personal, intimate — interested in people and what they're doing. Human — like Linn's daily column. "Chicago's a young city, full of eager, alert men doing new things in new ways. There's a lot of that sparkle of youth in the Herald and Examiner. I follow Chicago's activities in it every day." Do you know James Weber Linn? Every morning in the Herald and Examiner he writes of interesting Chicago events, and of people in their most human dress — of golf, the radio, and Shakespeare, dowagers, When he was twenty years old Mr. Kelly was superintendent of a State Street department store. He became general manager while still in his early thirties. T^pw he is President of the Fair, an organ' ization he joined as vice-president in 1023 daughters, and legislative decrees. When a Chicagoan writes a book or play, gets elected to office, or makes a hole in one, Linn adds his approval or kindly criticism in "Round about Chi cago." Or, Ashton Stevens tells how and why it happened in "A Column or Less." 32 THE CHICAGOAN What about the water you serve ? THE fastidious hostess would as soon serve a dinner without a salad course as to serve bitter, cloudy water to her family or guests. So she serves Corinnis Waukesha Water serenely certain her hospital' ity is above reproach. For Corinnis is always crystal-clear, always sparkling with purity and always delightful to taste. Due to its widespread popularity Corinnis Waukesha Water costs but a few cents a bottle. We deliver it to your door anywhere in Chicago' and suburbs. Shipped anywhere in the United States. Why not order a case today? Particularly Important Use Corinnis Waukesha Water in your electric refrigerator for the freezing of your ice cubes. Corinnis ice cubes cool drinks without detracting from their delicate flavors. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, Inc. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 Sold also at your neighborhood storo on mil WAUKESHA WATER lage idiot. "The Critic" is undoubted' ly a success for the Goodman; I have never heard so much mirth within the sober walls of that institution. The performance has animation and skill. B. Iden Payne is the center of the proceedings as the garrulous Mr. Puff, forerunner of all press'agents and advertising men. Whitford Kane returns to the company for two roles in the mock rehearsal; a newcomer, Harry Mervis, reveals talent for the leading'man sort of thing; Bess Kath' ryn Johnson comes handsomely back into the fold; and Bernard (ine?) Os' tertag carries off the comic honors with a rich, broad travesty. It is interesting to note that this Georgian burlesque of Restoration blank'verse drama employs shop'talk which is in use today. Then as now, they bragged about their "situations/' and tragedians comically strove for the center of the stage. "f AY PAREE," now at the Ma- ^-1 jestic, is a re-assembling of ma terial from various Winter Garden shows which have been seen here. It is therefore an old story, and demands no special comment. For if a new Winter Garden show is much like its predecessors, what is to be said about a pot-pourri of the old ones? Only this: that the unique entertainer named Chic Sales is given a free hand in this production, and that his reper tory of impersonations is amazing. Wisecrack: "Gay Paree" is strong on salesmanship. From left to right, Edna Best, Herbert Drayton and Herbert Marshal^ w\l0 carry off the deftly babed social conflict between commoner and peer in "The Highroad," lately on view at the Blackstone theatre. TWC CHICAGOAN 33 *£&>:¦.'¦ Mali £$Sll&#?*=tf HiffrTrrWHiBi Established IS 61 *wmttntii Send for our booklet — "Fashions in Furniture." It's free 34 TWE CHICAGOAN 105 East Delaware Place A few choice apartments will be available for May 1st occupancy Whitehall Hotel Apartments 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. DE LUXE HOTEL SERVICE. Each apartment 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 APARTMENT HOTEL HOMES I0f> EAST DELAWARE PLACE L. G Levering, Manager WHITEHALL 6300 Through Chicago With Knife and Napkin [begin on page 17] they do very well in their place. A modest salad not too mysteriously anointed. Even a concession to Ameri' can ice cream for dessert. And tea and marmalade, of course. A colonial is allowed coffee. But one goes to St; Hubert's Old English Grill for steaks and chops. And preferably one enters the men's grill where no feminine chatter detracts from the business at hand; women are silly creatures at dinner anyway. THE room is long, splendid with the dull shine of oak and walled away from the world by gray stone. Wait' ers wear scarlet service and move over noiseless carpets. Even the hunting prints are leisurely in that fine, solid, impeccable English taste at once so un' hurried and established. It is a deft inn, yet grave in dignity of empire and wholly self 'possessed. Mercurial folk may dine in armless chairs if such be their fancy. The English diner rests comfortably be' tween courses on the arms of his chair. He expands a bit toward the meal's end, but he does not effervesce. One cannot imagine him leaving off the rite at table to dance. One can scarcely imagine him conversing until the last dessert is down and weskit eased back from the board's edge. Then, perhaps, a mildly spoken comment or two and a bit of attention to details of his universe. Let Charles A. Dawell, manager and 29 years with the establishment, tell how St. Hubert's was founded in 1887, the fittings designed to reprc duce an authentic English chop house after the plans drawn up by Joseph Sturdy. He tells of waiters long with the institution. Al Powers has served 30 years. Edward Carstad, 22; Will Stroud, 20. The cashier Mrs. Murray has been 28 years at her desk. THEN unobtrusively the meats ar' rive. A steak thick and firm, composed even while its own gravy widens on the blue china serving plat' ter. A magnificent steak in the stal' wart British tradition of nourishment for thick, ruddy outdoor men ravenous after the hunt. Or a mutton chop, a gargantuan piece of mutton (there are but six chops to the animal) meek enough on platter, but a breeder of formidable trenchermen and a worthv opponent at table you may be sure. Perhaps, it is a steak and kidney pie frankly a bit heavy for American taste, yet a noble pastry for the true Englishman who sits solemnly into victual like a Lord Justice on the bench pursuing beneath the trivial crust of appearance the palpable reality underneath. Or order a pair of Shropshire chops; the American, used to a weakened and dispirited chop, at best, will gasp with surprise at these and fall to in rapture. They are am ple, yielding, meltingly done. Unlike the French the English cook is sparing of sauces. He does not dis guise his food. He is careful to pre serve the integrity of each ingredient. His vegetables are undraped. His tarts and custards unsubtle. His soups hearty and unrefined into bouillons and what not. And he does not mix his ingredients with dash and vivacity. He lets each article of the menu carry on for itself and under its own colors. To lapse into political symbolism, each British food is its own dominion. One raises a hearty English Huziza. After dinner— St. Hubert's Old English Grill serves until 9 p. m. — try a mild cigar. Let the eye run over the rich interior of stag horns and hunt ing prints. The Redcoats very quietly remove the last dishes. Lean back into the ample chairs. Lights are electric candles, soft and opulent. The din of Federal street is impotent against thick walls and sturdy building. St. Hu bert's is quiet, aloof, insular, complete. One begins to understand why the Briton away from home lives in a kind of mild nostalgia. One understands why names from Singapore, India, Australasia, Egypt, Canada and the Falkland Islands appear on the guest book of St. Hubert's Old English Grill. Once unfurled the sun, so to speak, never sets on the British napkin. Poetic Acceptances Dr. Arnold H. Kegel Accents the Chair of Health Adviser to the Readers of POETRY "Magazine Don't make other offers to doctors Or nurses. I'll take the position For better or worse*. — DONALD PLANT. *Or verse, if you can bear it. TWECUICAGOAN 35 IS NINE POINTS OF n^e^LJ com- l UNDAMENTAL in trie laws oi beauty is utter relaxation. Only by < JDiete relaxation can you combat nerve iatigue, that insidious destroyer oi loveliness. J\ tense look about trie eyes and mouth, worried lines in trie brow, jumpy nerves — all go to snow tnat the modern woman is forgetting" now to relax. Do not let nerve Iatigue steal away your youth. At the Dorothy Oray Salon there have been evolved scientiiic treat ments which induce £>eriect relaxation. Here, in a |)eaceiul atmosphere ol rest and o{uiet, you sink deep into a comiortable armchair while an expert s skilled lingers soothe away the weary little lines and make the taut nerves let go. I ou go away utterly rested, relreshed, and so much lovelier! DOROTHY GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE, NORTH Just inside the arched doorway of the Jarvis^biunt Building Telephone Wnitenall 5421 36 TWC CHICAGOAN Suggesting for TONIGHT Adinnerof 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. I 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 Critic Assumes the Cut-Plug By ROBERT POLLAK THERE is an air of pre' cisianism and Ian' guid affectation at the average Pro' Musica gala get' togethers that makes this surly reporter want to chew cut'plug and throw cabbage at the performers. The whole business is so refined and bloodless, so weighted down with the high sassiety aspect of musical novelty, that it is very apt to warp one's judg' ment. Arthur Honegger and a corps of assistants furnished forth the fu' neral baked meats at the last meeting on Feb. 28 in Murphy Memorial Hall. A polite fog hung over the evening's entertainment. And that entertain- tainment was not without its comic relief. One lady, to wit, Miss Lillian Poenisch, wrapped her visage around a clarinet and boldly advanced into a Sonatine. It may have been a good, valuable Sonatine. I'll never know. A young gentleman in a monkey-suit can get away with a clarinet. But a seri ous blonde lady in an evening dress — nevaire! AJUNOESQUE messo named Bert Jenny sang some songs of Honeg ger. And, again, they may have been good songs. But, in the second row, planted three feet in front of the messo, a local baroness and her boy friend alternated with a pair of pearl opera glasses as if the singer were in the next county. The net effect was too utterly distracting. For the rest, there were seven pieces for piano, played by the composer's wife, Andree Vaurabourg, a charming and dainty artist, a violin sonata badly man-handled by our own Richard Czerwonky, and an innocuous suite for two pianos played by the Honeggers. The piano pieces possessed miniature qualities of humor and irony. The sonata reflected the idiom of one Cesar Franck'too much for its own good as a representative of contemporary com position, and the suite was a solemn rehash of things better said and done by Bach and Handel. Admitting that time, place and au dience had a most dismal effect, I nevertheless fail to see what M. Honeg ger has done that should stir up any tempest outside of the teapot. Piis works for orchestra and dramatic stage, it is true, own a certain dignity and contrapuntal skill; but in the cham ber his music assumes a characteristic anemia causing us to heave the cus tomary sign of disappointment. IT would even be better if we could get angry about contemporaries like Honegger, Milhaud or Hindemith. If after a presentation of their represen tative works our audiences would climb on chair and screech or hoot, it would be a much healthier sign. But, most modern composition elicits only a shru^ of contempt or amusement, or a timor ous "how interesting." Not out of such times do Beethovens and Wag ners come. When a gentleman appears upon the modern scene who stirs up as much fuss on the Continent as any portentous political event, then look out and begin to take your musical aesthetics more seriously. For this man will probably be the next im mortal. YEHUDI MENUHIN, the latest Wunderkind of the violin, does not dove-tail with the customary no tion of child prodigies. Yehudi does not wear velvet pants and he has no long curls. He is without the languid pallor born of too many long hours in doors scraping a fiddle. By the size of Yehudi's shoulders, his forthright, un- apologetic manner of playing the vio lin, his complete poise before an audience that packed the Auditorium from stem to stern, it would appear that Yehudi is slated for a healthy and fruitful musical career. Whether he is twelve or fourteen makes little difference. He demonstrat ed, in a conventional program ranging from Vivaldi to Wieniawski, that he controls a splendid technique, a re markable musical intelligence, a broadly passionate legato tone, and the poten tialities for a complete mastery over the gradual efflorescence of his emo tions. So much young talent is ship- TI4ECWICAG0AN 37 wrecked that it is pleasant to feel con fident about the future of this kid. He appears to have been cleverly and sen sibly handled by his mentor, Louis Persinger, who is probably an uncon scious child psychologist as well as a sterling musician. On the afternoon of Yehudi's Chi cago debut we heard the tail-end of Ernest Hutchinson's annual program at the Studebaker. Hutchinson, in an afternoon of Chopin, revealed once again the solid virtues of a well-edu cated, if rather chilly, pianist. ENJOYING a week-end without a soloist Frederick Stock pulled out the architectural B minor symphony of Gliere "Ilia Mouromets" and his own arrangement of sections from the sec ond and third act of "Tristan and Isolde." It was a program especially designed to display the merits of both conductor and orchestra. The large- handed, rhapsodic character of the symphony, which is always lusty and big with climax, is particularly con genial to Stock. And the orchestra never failed to live up to every com mand he gave with his stick. His Wagner was as tonic as ever. Almost every section of the band was called upon for individual speech. After a long rest from the pulsation and surge of Tristan we find that the score as sumes new grandeur. It throws off what seems often to be a too potent sensuality and even the hackneyed LiebesTod becomes heavenly food. Old Man's Evening What did I see at the theatre? Nothing to make me gush; Just the usual nonsense, Hokum and blah and slush. What did I go for? Don't ask me. What shoujd I do, instead? Ira not so old that I have to stay home And smoke and doze and to bed. But there was a girl in that play tonight Like one that I used to know When I was a kid, and that was, — Well, — quite a few years ago. But seeing this kid so like her Struck me as rather odd. Say, she made me chuckle, Heh, heh! Hoo-o, hum! God! — FORREST HARBOUR. |^^^p»l WSmmmmm •^1 SttERIDAN ROAD Distinctive 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 & Wanner 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. 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GihagdsSmarkstJpartmtntjfotel SHBUfOXR flpM> W SWRpSTPQET Direction of Phil. C. Caldwell Telephone Bittersweet 3800 The cwicacocnne: Saks Afijbeal A^arel By ARCYE WILL THE millennium has arrived — Fifth Ave. and Michigan Boulevard are one — Saks Fifth Ave., opens at Chest nut Street. Gorgeous down to the most infini tesimal light fixture and purveyors as well. Gone the counter and in its place jewel cases and displayed therein — the ultimate in feminine apparel. If you, on your first trip of inspec tion, were rather hurried, or perhaps dassled, I can tell you a few of the things that appealed to me. On the second floor amidst all the lovely models I did not try to pick and choose this time, but suffice to say, they have over three hundred im ports and models and each and every one was more attractive than the last. IN the shoe section the most popular style seemed to be the "Souvenir," which comes in a combination of kid with lizard, snake or patent leather and should be perfect with any daytime costume. Petit Point shoes $50 a pair with either a dark or light background for the dainty little flowers are of course exquisite. A large stock of imported mules $18.50, some of them with adorable turned up toes and in the colors of orange, black and gold. In general — beige, acajou and blue fox kid the most popular. Handkerchiefs in white or color with monograms, as you wish, are unusual for $1.85 apiece. The monograms are at least twice as large as customary and beautiful in their irregular shapes. A CASE of Peggy Sage nail accou trements. Her most fashionable place in New York is the best for a perfect manicure. The liquid polish comes in three shades of rose. The deepest to be used only by exotic per sons of an evening. The nicotine re mover also found here is invaluable for those who "don't reach for sweets in stead." A lorgnette length chain of French paste, baguette cut stones costs $450 and looks almost like the real thing. In the bag section, antelope with marcassite trim seems to be the most popular for general use. The evening bags of all over tiny pearls or those combined with petit point are exquis ite. One bag of Persian petit point with a fourteen karat gold frame $295 is especially so. Among the fitted cases, one made entirely of water snake with fittings of gold and water snake for $595 is ideal for anyone traveling a great deal, as a little homey soil would enhance rather than destroy its beauty. THE lingerie section truly has so many adorable things it was hard to pick and choose. Awfully nice things though, the new style cases, so that almost everything is in full view. Nighties are much shorter, just about two inches below the knee. Satin with irregular inserts of lace and tiny pleats most generally seen, one adorable one even had a small train and a cape back! Sets of chiffon and lace nightie, step-in panties and slip are quite customary. One of powder blue and cream lace is priced at $158, and surely worth it. Coolie coats of brocaded satin with a brilliant lining are good, but I really prefer something a bit more feminine with a soft draping of either satin or lace. Such being the case I was more than pleased, as they have just heaps and heaps of these. A bit further up the Avenue at 920 on the second floor is the new hair dresser from New York. Monsieur Laurent, Coiffeur d'Art. Without doubt the most complete establishment of its kind in "these" thriving city. Bobbed hair the specialty, for as Mon sieur says why long hair when the skirts are still short and one should be completely in accord. Brunette heads are kept extremely simple. Possibly just one wave at the sides and across the back. His method of water waving is different and I can guarantee it stays put. He has a complete line of prepara tions. A wave lotion and shampoo for white hair that is a bright purple in color and will give just the right effect to the shadows of an undulation to be distinctive. The vanishing cream called Creme Peche is delightful and a small part H4E CHICAGOAN 39 mixed with the rouge before applying insures an even make up for the day. Monsieur Laurent will divide his time between Chicago and his shop on 57th Street, New York, so I would advise an early appointment if you de sire the opinion of an artist on the contour of your head. THE Vocational Society for Shut- ins, 112 E. Walton Place, is a truly remarkable place conducted with out profit and solely for the benefit of the Shut-ins who sell their handiwork here and are paid for it at the end of each month. Hook rugs, baby blank ets and sweaters, carriage covers of silk with wool embroidery in colors, Argen tine dress bags and suit case sets are both $2. Also hat bags of the same material. These are all such practical things to own. Lovely bed jackets of chiffon and softest lace are only $14 and are so nice to have when one is ill. Splendid shop to keep in mind when looking for a small gift, for you not only find something attractive but are helping a most worthy cause. CASTBERGS, 934 N. Michigan, have not only the newest distinc tive French models but one can have them copied here with a few changes to be more in accord with your per sonality. Among the evening dresses a truly different and marvelous Champ Cum- munal evening model. A tight fitting bodice of white taffeta with a bouffant skirt composed of petals of pink and green taffeta, and an exquisite corsage of many colored flowers. How a deb would adore and adorn this! A Vionnet ensemble of checked brown and white thin crepey material (Frenchy and, oh, so smart) with a stunning jacket to match having a deep scarf collar. Price $145. A flowered chiffon with a very full circular skirt was wonderfully wear able, as it had a matching jacket with long sleeves and a deep collar in back. Ready for either afternoon or evening and in these soon to come busy Spring days that is an advantage of no small importance. In closing may I say that this is one of the most charming shops I have re viewed, due unquestionably to the de lightful manner in which you are re ceived and their eager desire to be of service. Rejoice After the penitent labor of Lent there is nothing more stimulating than a trip to our Radio Head' quarters to select the in- strument which best meets your most meticu lous preference. Whether you're a DX fan, a selec tivity seeker, or a tonal Thomas — you'll find fullest enjoyment of the season from the far-flung modern cherubim and seraphim who sing in the songful sanctuary of Panatrope 'with Radiola Some folks prefer the pick of the air — still others are entertained best by the recordings of full-throated choirs. Both find the twin-source selection from this fine electrical instrument continuously inspiring, perpetually diverting. Offered by E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £\ LECTRIC SHOP^3 72 West Adams Street, Chicago £I4ICAG0AN 407 So. Dearborn Street Changing residence? The Chicagoan will go along — making its first fortnightly arrival three weeks after notice — if you will fill in the appended form. (Name) _ - (New address) — (Old address) (Date of change) 40 TUE CHICAGOAN Mr. Warren Piper is now in PARIS BUYING JEWELS AND GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT ELSE Every boat from Europe brings rare and beautiful things which he has selected for our establishments in New York and Chicago WARREN PIPER & CO. Diamond Importers 31 North State Street CHICAGO Serve Only CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Bottled at the Springs Chippewa Falls, Wis. " — it is a soft water and has an excellent flavor. It is about as pure as can be made. We would say in one syllable exactly that it is the best natural water from all standpoints that we have ever examained." The Columbus Laboratories (signed) J. A. Wesener Why NOT Phone or Write today Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 South Canal Street Phone Roosevelt 2920 Dear Chicagoan: THE season of the year when ac- according to the poet men's thought turns to matters other than germs does not seem to apply to Armand Schirmer, whose trial in Paris before the spring session of the Tri- bunal brought out that this gentleman insured the lives of his friends and then calmly inoculated them with ty- phoid. Fortunately, due to the weak' ness of the cultures, none of them died. The fact that he had served various sentences for fraud did not prevent his setting up a financial agency in the lit tle town of Nogent-sur-Marne to which he gave^the high-sounding title of Omnium Nogentais. The discovery of his bacteriological laboratory has naturally stimulated the public imagination, and it is already being asked whether this ex-convict with the German name was not pre paring to destroy the population of France on behalf of a foreign power, though the less chauvinistically minded merely credit his explanation that he set up the laboratory for his own amusement, and was first taught to take an interest in the subject through having been attached to the dispen- sary of the penal settlement while he was serving sentence. ALTHOUGr|. the weather has been t\ anything But spring-like, this is the moment when we are invited by the dressmakers to drink a glass of champagne and eat a foie grajs sand wich after viewing their displays of spring and summer fashions. That is, some of the dressmakers have invited us. Others — and these include eight of the principal houses — have decided to keep the secrets of their designs a little longer to themselves -in- case one of the guests to whom they show the models may run away and copy them quickly enough to spoil the legitimate chance of the inventor to sell as many reproductions as possible of the dress himself. This question of copyright in dress design remains a difficult one, largely because every small dressmaker in Paris delights in being able to tell her customer confidentially that she has just borrowed and can show her one of the latest models of an important firm, and can copy it for half the price; and because every customer glories in be aris ing able to tell her friends how she has found a dressmaker who — etc., etc. SOLDIERS will remember the large hollow statue, in gilt metal, of the Virgin Mary, which was nearly brought down by a German shell from the top of the church tower of Albert, in the Somme, but remained, suspend ed in mid-air, almost head downwards, in an attitude which made the Aus tralian troops irreverently describe it as "Annette Kellerman." The church has now been rebuilt, and a new statue is ready to be placed on the tower, the ceremony of replacement being made the occasion for a great religious and patriotic festival. * Among the articles in some impor tant art sales recently were the water- colors and drawings which belonged to Camille Picasso and which fetched prices not anticipated by even the most sanguine of the artist's devotees. There were included works not only by the artist himself but by many of the best known French artists of the nineteenth century, from Delacroix and Renoir to Claude Monet. There has been one sale which if not artistic ally important, was at least curious. This was of love letters, addressed by Marcel Proust to two ladies, one of whom was present at the sale, and in cluded in it her own portrait painted by La Gandara. The same lady evi dently sees nothing in making this rather personal correspondence public; for she has issued the letters in book form, and the other evening attended at a well-known bookseller's shop and added her signature to certain copies of it. * Bookbinding is the subject of the latest exhibition at the Bibliotheque National where heavy tomes of illu minated manuscript of the early Mid dle Ages show great round jewels studded over their richly chiselled gild ed metal covers, with sometimes an ancient cameo as the central ornament. One can examine many delicate and fanciful bindings of the reign of Louis XV, the time when French fine leather ornamentation definitely acquired the taste and distinction which it has never since lost. — E. S. K. T14ECUICAG0AN 41 CINEMA Stofi and Go THB Iron Mask: When Mr. Douglas Fairbanks of Hollywood, California, makes a motion picture, that is the best picture in Town. (Don't miss it.) In Old Arizona: They take the micro phone outdoors and discover, reasonably enough, that it functions splendidly. (Don't miss this one, either.) The Trail of '98: A meticulously staged reproduction of the Klondike rush, plus a fiction plot that isn't too bad. (Nor this.) The Dummy: The most deplorable vocal effort of 1929. (Spare yourself.) The Wolf of Wall Street: An old play, still good, proves George Ban croft more eloquent with voice than without — if that be possible. (Bear wit ness.) The Red Dance: Dolores Del Rio in Red Russia. (Yes and no.) Tide of Empire: Everything it takes to make a "Covered Wagon" except a story. (No.) The Doctor's Secret: Barrie's "Half An Hour" with the muffler out and the con versation in. (Yes.) Lucky Boy: Showing that Georgie Jessel considers Al Jolson a great Mammy singer. (Under no circumstances.) Wild Orchids: Greta Garbo in Java, love and the not quite altogether. (If you're curious.) 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Selected Beauty Shops in all parts of the city sell MILKY'WAY products and give ^M III IKY WAY Ai^ us your nearest shop. 536 Lake Shore Drive to BEAUTY" FACIALS THE MILKY-WAY COMPANY Delaware 2572 42 TWE CHICAGOAN For the Right Light- Trie Personal Reading lamp PATENTED READ now in real comfort, in any position, anywhere. Booklite clips on book-cover. Directs a soft, even light on both pages. Weighs only 3 oz. Costs $3. Complete with Mazda bulb, 8 ft. cord and plug. In a dozen popular colors. Note: — Booklite is scientifically made to safeguard the eyes. Insist on the genu ine with Mazda bulb. Trade mark pro tects you against inferior imitations. At all best shops . and department stores. MELODELITE CORPORATION 130 W. 42d Street New York Just to let you know that our quarters on the second floor of the Kimball Building are resplendent with brand new merchandise of a character, style and finish that cannot fail to elicit your admiration. Spring suits, topcoats, scarves, etc., up to the minute. Sundell & Wolf (Formerly Sundell-Thornton) Harold E. Sundell Ted V. Wolf BOOK/ Sinclair Lewis Assays the Expatriate By SUSAN WILBUR MR. SIN- CLAIR LEWIS has started a number of things. Among them a few that he probably couldn't quite fin ish, — even if he might be supposed to want to. Main Street was of course a revelation to all of us. That is to those of us who knew small cities only as places that trains sometimes stop at. Though the people who get off the trains at such places have sometimes been heard to say that well to their knowledge maybe small cities weren't always just like that. Then came Babbitt, a book that everybody enjoyed and everybody felt ought to have been written. Even the Babbitts themselves. Though when the Babbitts themselves began enjoying it, the rest of us didn't enjoy it quite so much any longer. What if one were oneself a Babbitt? — without knowing it. With Arrowsmith it was of course only the doctors who disagreed. Seri ously at least. But Elmer Gantry had whole communities up in arms. In cluding the literary critics, who swore that, in a literary sense at least, the parsons were getting the cards stacked against them. AND now comes "Dodsworth." But in the same morning with Dodsworth came the "The Other Side of Main Street," by Wilder Buell. The book we have all been waiting years for. However, it turned out to be after all only a Cranford, Joseph C. Lincoln story, not about a midwestern city but about a New England village. An other side of Main Street, perhaps, but certainly not the other side. But to return to Dodsworth. With Dodsworth as with each of Mr. Lewis's more recent books, it oc curs to the reader to wonder just what effect it is likely to have on the author's own place of residence. When he was still writing plain novels — "Free Air" and "The Trail of the Hawk" — he used to live in New York City. But from "Main Street" on, or perhaps only from "Babbitt" on, one has heard of him trying the smaller places, or even making long stays in Europe. After Dodsworth however it will probably be a case of choosing be tween a lonely farm or the South Sea Islands. Europe will not be far enough nor Georgetown small enough. For where in the past he has had only doc tors, parsons, business men, and their wives to avoid, he will now have prac tically every American of over forty years of age. Successful business men of fifty — not the Babbitt kind, this he explains carefully- — and all the women of forty odd who are still slim, young, and beautiful. Also the people a rich. American meets in Europe. DODSWORTH is an automobile manufacturer who has made his million. Not a Babbitt, nor does he meet many Babbitts. But the sort of man any "angelic" young girl of the year 1903 would have dreamed oi marrying. A Yale man, ex-football star, a good mixer, a good provider. Not stupid either: a man with enough imagination to see in the protozoic gas "buggy" the elements of a four- door sedan. They decide to go to Europe. Dods worth feeling not fifty but sixty and sixtier as he proceeds from London to Paris, from Germany to Italy. Fran looking thirty-three at the outside, and acting younger and younger. Shocked to the point of a nerve crisis in Lon don when Lord somebody puts his arm about her. But from that point on finding the art galleries less and less interesting and the gentlemen more and more so. If Dodsworth weren't a novel, it would be a new kind of travel book. A SECOND book by Charles Mer* is out this fortnight. Charles Merz whose "Great American Band Wagon" of last year settled everything from radio to secret orders, and from the press to the peripatetic motorist. From its title "And Then Came Ford" you somehow expect that the new book is going to be some more of the same. But oddly enough, like the man in the smoking room story who deceived an other man by telling him the truth, it turns out to be quite literally a biog raphy of Henry Ford. Not, to be TI4ECWICAG0AN 43 sure, the sort of biography we have had of Henry Ford — or of anybody else — hitherto. But an American band wagon biography with hit-er-up chap ter headings: St. George and the Dragon for Henry Ford's first meeting, at the age of twelve, with a road ve hicle moving under its own power; "the historic house party" for the tale of Henry Ford's Peace Ship; "Pop Goes the Weasel," why I don't know, for that interlude when Ford took to buy ing Sandwich glass, the Wayside Inn, and other early American antiques; "Tin Lizzie on Olympus" for the chap ter on the Ford joke; and "the mysteri ous stranger" for the advent of the Ford car, whose first showing, after the long wait from May to December, was, according to the New York Sun "as if Mr. Mellon had thrown open the doors of the sub'Treasury and invited the public in to help him count the gold reserve." In other words, not so much a biography of Henry Ford, as a his tory of our own times in terms of his exploits. Paragraph Pastime 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. Chicago Clubs An Inquiry [begin on page 19] cabaret. A well-known orchestra and stars from current hits were on hand to make the party exceedingly gay. "Hostesses" were transported from smart night clubs to add zest and at mosphere to the occasion. 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(I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) Hame. Address. 44 TWECNICAGOAN BETWEEN THEACTS C I C A R S HOBART BOSWORTH Motion Picture Star Discarding the half smoked cigar ... be cause you're too busy to finish it is so un necessary these days . . . when every cigar store has tidy tins of between-the-acts, the 15c cigar in ten installments. ¦ ¦ ¦ Smoke 10 and see. .. It's worth 15c to know how good these little cigars are. If your dealer can't supply you, mail 15c (stamps or coins) for a package. P. Lorillard Co., Inc., 119 West 40th St., New York City. C P. Lorillard Co.. Est. 1760 We have endeav ored to make this a beauty salon of courteous service and envious re sults. Our con stantly increasing clientele indicates the approval of Chicago's discrim inating women. RAAE BEAUTY SALON 679 N. Michigan Ave. Telephone Delaware 2744 MARJORIE FORKER Chintzes — Fabrics Lamps — Shades Decorations 840 N. Michigan Ave. Chicago Superior 1021 the floor. Even then the only mem bers to note his extraordinary actions were House Committee functionaries who looked with disdain on the dev astated crockery. But regardless of the elaborateness of the social events, the cuisine par excellence, and the painstaking service of the conscientious manager Harry J. Fawcett and his able corps of assist ants, the members have become more particular and fastidious than in the days when such a height of attention and efficiency was unknown. Only recently after a private party that was carried out to a point of perfection in every detail, the squeamish host was somewhat indignant because the peaches in the Peach Melbas hap pened to be frozen. And who will forget the story Jacob M. Loeb tells about the night he was gotten out of bed to hear the complaint of an out raged bachelor member: "Ja^e, I just called to tell you how terrible my coffee was tonight." BUT let these reactions and atti tudes be as they may. The new Standard Club was built for future generations anyway. And we are sure that the children of junior mem bers will appreciate and feel the full significance of the following words that were written when the new building was dedicated: "Iron-girded, the new Standard Club building rises on high, — its ma terial superiority being but the outward expression of an organization keenly alive to its social importance and civic obligations." Among the outstanding merchants, bankers, professional men and philan thropists belonging to the Standard Club are the following: Max Adler, Alfred S. Alschuler, Benjamin V. Becker, L. E. Block, P. O. Block, Ernest L. Byfield, William M. Cahn, Milton S. Florsheim, Alfred K. Foreman, Harold E. Foreman, Edgar N. Greenebaum, James E. Greenebaum, M. E. Greene baum, John Hertz, Stephen Hexter, Judge Henry Horner, Jacob L. Kesner, Gen. Abel Davis, Louis B. Kuppen- heimer, A. D. Lasker, S. O. Levinson, Edwin F. Mandel, Leon Mandel II, Isaac H. 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For busy parents and Questioning ban and girls reliable information about the kind of achoai desired. Why select hurriedly when expert advioe can be had by writing to THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS School and College Bureau Oept. P, 15 N. Well* Street Chloato. I Hi not. And In The Next Issue JAMES WEBER LINN tells tales— out of school, if you must— of the Town's nobler Taverns and their Keepers. TTELEN S. YOUNG interrupts the masculine tenor of THE -'--'-CHIC AGO AN'S series on smart Chicago clubs to discuss the Woman's Athletic. ¦ i^RANCIS C. COUGHLIN recounts further adventures survived ¦*¦ with evident gusto in his journey "With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago." Bu, URTON BROWNE adds yet another canvas to his famous col- ection of "Intimate Chicago Views. ABA proves conclusively that Spring is here in his extremely sophisticated folio of ultra-smart fashions, "Attire Moderne." MARTIN J. QUIGLEY'S Editorials, Charles Collins' play re views, Robert Pollak's musical notes, Susan Wilbur's book comment and Arcye Will's report of the fortnight in the shops afford, of course, the usual brilliant background. NEWSSTANDS will display the issue April 6. Mail subscribers will receive it a day earlier. Subscriptions may be entered at the business offices — 407 South Dearborn street — or by 'phoning Harrison 0036. That delicious interval When the curtain goes down, and the lights come up, and the landaulet is waiting ... in that interval, so to speak, between supper and Sardou ... a good cigarette seems to acquire a New Significance. . . . And perhaps you have noticed that Camels always play the leading role in these gay little comedies of pleasure. © 1929, R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Company, Winston-Salem. N. C.