April 13.1929 ik Price 15 Cents e Reg. U. S. Pat. Off — and Petey Dink and Burgess's Bedtime Stories and Reg'lar Fellers and Percy Hammond's Theatrical Letter and Grantland Rice's Sportlight and other world famous features henceforth in Chicago Daily Journal TI4ECMICAG0AN 2 TUECWICAGOAN J** — "^^^f^ {*"""5> Ym**^- /2 cu ^^^ENTEOTA T TONIGHT IHFORMATIOK 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 A COKHECTICUT YANKEE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. This lively and amusing travesty of a go-get- ter in King Arthur's court here for a run toward summer. To be reviewed. ROSALIE— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Har rison 6510. A big Ziegfeld offering with handsome gals, a few tunes and Marilyn Miller plus Jack Donahue. Rumors of an early closing continue. Better see it. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama THE ROYAL FAMILY— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. A notable piece goodhumoredly pointed at the temperaments of the Barrymores and Drews. Alert, amusing, sometimes touch' ing — but always knowingly and moving' ly done. Yes indeed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DIAMOND LIL— New Apollo, 74 West Randolph. Central 8240. Having be come aware that this piece is the fun' niest — inadvertently — business available, Lil goes on and on. The hamdest thing you ever saw. Oh sure. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THURSTOH— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. Mr. Thurston will divert himself and the audience with magical and mystical performances. Cur- tain 8:30. Sat. and Thurs. 2:30. JARHEGAH— Woods, 64 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. Richard Bennett in a startling portrayal of what appears to be the low'down on Hollywood after the lines of that old acolyte Jim Tully. Well, it's plenty low down anyway. Cur' tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE SCARLET WOMAN— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A lady, presumably unmarried, shows up in a small town with a baby. All in all its a very amusing flurry. Pauline Frederick is grand. And a picture of the baby to each lady every Saturday matinee. (Isn't it too dear!). Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. JEALOUSY— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Fay Bainter and John Halliday head this one. To be reviewed. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— The Splendid Season, by Cecil Ogren Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Dinner and Dance 4 Editorially By Martin J. Quigley 9 The Five Inkeepers, by James Weber Linn 11 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 14 Streets of the Town — La Salle, by William C. Boyden, Jr 15 The Woman's Athletic Club, by Helen S. Young 17 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago, by Francis C. Coughlin.... 19 Alexander Abraham Michelson — Chicagoan — by Alice Hartenfeld 20 "The Chicagoan's" Town Talk 21 The Roving Reporter, by Francis C. Coughlin 24 The Stage, by Charles Collins 28 Music,' by Robert Pollak 32 Newsprint, by Ezra 34 Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will 38 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 40 The New Efficiency, by Ralph Hart' man 45 Books, by Susan Wilbur 46 Ornamental General Grant Takes His New Biography Modest* ly Enough From a Vantage Point in Lincoln Park. THE CRITIC— Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. Central 7085. If you want to hear laughter shake the austere Goodman, try this spoofing evening with Mr. Sheridan. Curtain 8:30. Friday Mat. only 2:30. REVIVALS— Kedzie, 3203 West Madison. Kedzie 1134. Ambassador, 5825 West Division. Village 5171. Weekly re vivals of last season's big times. Better telephone the box offices for program in- formation. All pretty well done. Vaudeville THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977. Headliners on the Keith- Albee circuit, and many of them head- liners indeed. Twice daily 2:15 and 8:15. Telephone for weekly programs STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. Orpheum circuit vaudeville comparable to the Palace program. Call the box office for timely information. MUSIC Chicago Symphony Orchestra, the 38th year. Orchestra Hall. Regular subscrip tion program, Friday afternoon, Saturday evening (the same program). Sixteen Popular concerts during the season, ap proximately every other Thursday eve ning. Tuesday afternoon series, a bit heavier than the Pop concerts, the second and fourth Tuesday of each month. "Gall Harrison 0363 for program information. The last concert is April 20. Peoples Symphony Orchestra — P. Mari- nus Paulsen, conductor. Eighth Street Theatre, 741 South Wabash. Concerts by this new (three year old) group are increasingly notable among informed mu» sic lovers. Concert dates remaining are April 7 and 21, May 5. Concerts: Sara Ann McCabe^ soprano, recital, Studebaker Theatre. Sunday af* ternoon, April 7th at 3 : 30. Manuel and Williamson in a recital of music by Bach and Bach's sons for two and three har psichords assisted by Marguerite Davies and string quartet. The Playhouse, Sun day afternoon, April 7th at 3:30. Luella Melius, soprano, song recital, Studebaker Theatre, Sunday afternooa April 14th at 3:30. Sol Nemkovskyi violinist, recital the Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, April 14th at 3:30. Men delssohn Club of Chicago, Calvin Lam bert, conductor, last of a series of three concerts, Orchestra Hall, Thursday eve ning, April 18th. Jose Mojica, tenor, Chicago Civic Opera, soloist. John Mc- Cormick, tenor, recital, Auditorium Theatre, Sunday afternoon, April 21st, at 3:30. Clara Rabinovitch, pianist, re- [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chi cago 111 New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. (Pacific Coast Advertising Representatives — Simpson & Riley Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco.) Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. VII. No. 2 — April 13, 1929' Entered as sec'ond class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. THE CHICAGOAN <3 Chloe, the Sealyham . . . out of Luck and sired by Chance is widely traveled, a leader in kennel movements and a connoisseur of lovely limbs and their cloaking hose. Chloe has no financial interest. We don't even pay her a bone. Messrs. Peck & Peck Being a dog — and a low-slung sport model Sealyham at that, I have a splendid chance to view all kinds of hosiery. My mistress — the Countess de la Fouchette — has just endorsed (for $800) a cigarette she never smokes, a bathtub {for $30) she never uses and a bed (for $90) that she gives to me to sleep on. But this testimonial (absolutely unpaid for) is perfectly sincere. The smartest stockings I see in town (and I see them swell) are yours — of Peck & Peck — \rZ7S 38-40 Michigan Ave., South nafteof PECK& PECK 946 North Michigan Boulevard 4 THE CHICAGOAN cital, Studebaker Theatre, Sunday after noon, April 21st, at 3:30. Rae Bern stein, pianist, recital, The Playhouse, house, Sunday afternoon, April 28th at 3:30. Charlotte Herlihy, soprano, reci tal, the Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, April 28th at 3:30. CINEMA UK1TED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Smartest downtown cinema. Usu ally the best pictures, too. Most of which speak. 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 cluded 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. TABLES Downtown LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. One of the best best hostelries and dining places. Suave. Dignified. Gold coast. Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. A famous caravansary. Music during dinner. Doc Davis and his able band for dancing from 10 "til 2. Ferris is captain. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. As Russian as old Moscow. Exclusive. Intimate. Rather formal. Gypsy orchestra. Hilarious Rus sian entertainment. There is nothing bet ter. Khmara is master of ceremonies. Kinsky is chief servitor. BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Harrison 3800. Another tradi tional tavern. Older. Superb food. Mar- graffs dignified music. Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. BALLOOH ROOM— At the Congress Ho tel. Harrison 3800. A sophisticated dancing place. Johnny Hamp's excellent music. Peacock Alley. Not too young. Until 2 o'clock. Barrette is headwaiter. BAL TABARLN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Saturday only. Earl Hoff man's superior band. Excellent victuals. Important people. Genuine. Preferably formal. Until official daylight. Dick Reid is headwaiter. Club Alabam Gene Harris, Who Very Deftly and Knowingly Sees to the Tables at 747 Rush Street. [LISTINGS BEGIN ON PAGE 2] COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Nightclub. Ray Miller's band. Stage folk. A rendezvous of the regu lars. Again we say the hotel knows its victuals. Braun is captain. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madison. Franklin 2363. A superior loop dining place. An unusual menu of American cookery. A really excellent orchestra from 6 to 8 each evening. Sandrock is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A hostelry of tradition. (Remember the silver dollars in the floor of the Old Palmer House bar? Ah, me.) A beautiful main dining room. An able concert orchestra. The Fountain Room for lunch. Mutschler is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— 110 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. The largest tavern in the world. Surprisingly intimate. Joe Ru dolph plays in the main dining room from 6:30 'til 9:30 for dancing. Stadler is captain. The Colchester Grill serves superb food. Concert music during din ner. 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! See page 19. BLACKHAWK— 139 North Wabash. Dear born 6260. Nightclub. Very young. Very whoopee. It is a shame to stop Coon-Sanders band at 1:30. Not so very expensive. Dan Tully officiates. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Atmospheric. Two-inch lamb chops. Delicious steaks with pud ding. Gentlemen downstairs. Ladies and gentlemen aloft. Yes, by all means. North MARINE ROOM— Edgewater Beach Ho tel. 5300 North on the Lake. Long- beach 6000. Dignified. Northshore. College on Fridays. Dancing until 12. Ted Fiorito's capable band. The hotel's cuisine. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Nightclub. Roomy. Floor show. Joe Lewis, the originator of the word "Whoopee." Solly Wagner's music. Dave Bondi is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 141 Rush. Delaware 3260. A merry, well ordered night place. Eddie Jackson's sprightly negro band. Entertainers. Hostesses. A trio of Ha waiian music makers. Southern and Chi nese edibles. Most competent service under the knowing and personal direction of Gene Harris (pictured above). Until 6 or 7 if you wish. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. Famed as the noisiest of night places. Cheap. Harmless. Whoopee. Greek-letter. Very informal! Johnny Matley is headwaiter. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 ;East On tario. Delaware 0930. A suave, supe rior night place. People who know where they are going. AIL the necessary acouterments. Entertainers. Hostesses. A good band. Until 7 or so. NINE HUNDRED^-900 North on Lake- shore Drive. A dignified luncheon and dinner place. Formal after 6. Nice peo ple. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton. Impeccible service. The better people. An under standing chef. Preferably formal. Stif fens is captain. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. A German inn jof considerable prestige. Tre mendous servings from the best Teutonic recipes. Roast duck with red cabbage' Potted squab! Ah! " JIM IRELAND'S OTSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark!. Fish deliciously prepared. Reviewed with appropriate gusto by Mr! Coughlin ori page 19. JULIEN'S— 1Q09 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Radjer an institution. Commu nity gormandizing at one table. Very intimate. Marvelous food. Dinner at 6:30 sharp, j Try to make it on frog-leg night. Call 'and inquire about the menu RICKETT'S-^2727 North Clark. Waffles. Steaks. Chafing dish things. All night! After the theatre. CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. A Turkish dining room, supervised by Mons. Mosgofian. Mr. Coughlin takes you on a personally conducted tour of the menu on page 19. South SHORELAND HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. An important tav ern to the south. And not beyond strik- - ing distance from the loop. Joska D'Bar- bary's music. Remarkable cuisine. Nice people. Yes. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi gan. Real Creole cooking in the best manner. Delicious sea-foods. Music for dancing. Mons. Max is headwaiter. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. An alert, lively night club. Nice young people. Whoopee. Guy Lombardo's marvelous band. Untii 2:30 or so. Later on Saturday. Billy Leather is captain. RAPHAEL'S— 7913 Stony Island. Regent 1000. A large, decorative dine and dance place to the far south. Spacious. Good music. Good floor. Good food. Mal- lick is headwaiter. CLUB APEX— 330 East 35th. Douglas 4878. Black and tan. Rather nice peo ple. Floor show. Jimmy Noon's lively band. Yes, for a lark. Frankie Sine is captain. SUHSET CAFE— Across the street from Apex. A little bigger. A little louder. A little more so. Charley Edgar's band! Porter is captain. THCCWICAGOAN 5 Miss Barbara King Says McAvoy's Is My Favorite Place to Shop Miss King, one of Chicago's most popular debutantes, is a member of the McAvoy Fashion Board, and sponsors the smart clothes shown in the new Debutante section. FASHION BOARD Mrs. William M. Blair Mrs. Shreve C. Badger Mrs. Ambrose C. Cramer Mrs. John V. Farwell III Miss Barbara King Mrs. Albert Madlener, Jr. Mrs. Alister H. McCormick Mrs. William H. Mitchell Miss Sarane Otis Mrs. John R.Winterbotham, Jr. Miss Muriel Winston 615 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE-NUE- 6 TWtCWICAGOAN Flanul Felt The Piccadilly Circus A creation of a Master Flanul Felts, fashioned from the finest of hatter's fur . . . into the classics of headgear. Soft . . . soft as a kitten's ear. And light . . . light as thistledown. Pliant, too, and perennially fresh. There never was a hat so accommodating to thinking heads. Only A. Starr Best feature Flanul Felts in Chicago. The springtime styles are on view ... in pastel springtime shades. $7 to $20 Randolph and Wabash : CHICAGO FINE CLOTHES for MEN and BOYS TMECMICAGOAN 7 18 TWE CHICAGOAN EGGSHELL PERRIWINKLE SEAFOAM BROWN BLACK * ? an origina bywolock&bauer Heres the famous Salon Pump... with its trim square throat and its snug slim heel ... all dressed up in Silks and Satins! Delightfully new and smart in its combination of Crepe and Satin and trim of Silk Braid in harmony. $-|850 wo toe micHiqan avenue a! macflron A Chicago,! CHICAGOAN E d i t o r i a 1 1 ONE need not be an aviation en' thusiast to envision the advance marked in the Graf Zeppelin visit to Palestine. Sailing, at the nearest point, a few hun' dred feet over the Holy City of today has, indeed, its advantages. The olfactory disturbances of the Street of the Stinking Kitchens, which in this changing world is now a part of the Via Crucis itself, are pleasantly avoided by the tourist aloft in a Zeppelin. The Street of David, however much sur' rounded in reverent tradition, is to the pedestrian a place that simply should be avoided. Yet to the airship passen' gers, aloft in splendid isolation, the Street of David doubt' lessly awakens appropriate emotions as they see it in the enchantment of distance. Zeppelin cuisine has its limitations but if Capt. Eckener's passengers were in a complaining mood as the ship sailed over Jerusalem a positive corrective measure would have been to deposit them for dinner at the St. John or Allenby hotels. The next meal on the Zeppelin would have been hailed as a magical return to the hearty benefits of The Adlon. And, further, it may be contended with confidence that any trip to Palestine which affords security from the eternal cry of "bakshish" is an achievement which aviation must never neglect to have emblazoned conspicuously upon its record. y point may dictate that only the iron horse, and its latest derivatives, is com' patible with his principles, leaving the 'iving horse to the unscientific uses of pageantry and sport a: points remote and apart from the great house on Penn' sylvania *vc»we. ONE sees a headline in The Tribune reading: 'They're Coming Back to Chilly Old Chi:' One reads a line of dialogue in a story in the Saturday Evening Post: "I come from Chi." And being a Chicagoan who has given an attentive ear to the conversation of the citizens of this metropolis, rich and poor, high and low, one gets not a little annoyed. For Chicago is not Chi to the average and typical Chi' cagoan, any more than San Francisco is Frisco to the Na' tive Son. This bit of slang is not a part of our vocabulary. People who are not Chicagoans say Chi instead of Chi' cawgo in order to seem smart, or tough, or wise in the ver' nacular. It can be heard along the curbs of Broadway, used by troupers who think that the word "bird" is spelled "boid." It can be heard in hobo camps, and among the hunkies and guinnies of the itinerant labor market along West Madison Street. But it is never heard from Chicagoans talking Chicago' ese among themselves, whether they be stenographers, clerks, newspaper reporters, or bond salesmen. Chi is out. It does not belong. WITH The Mayflower decommissioned and the White House stables abandoned, two more of the few remaining colorful incidentals of the Presi' dential Office have gone into the discard. We would like to feel that this is all for the best, but somehow it is not easy. This word economy which has so long been crowding dispatches from Washington does not seem to be an entirely justifiable explanation. It leaves one with the feeling that perhaps the day is not far off when a code of monkish austerity established in the White House will be necessary to convince the populace that the ideal of economy is still being served. Perhaps, after all, our alarm may be without warrant. It may only be that the President feels, and with sound reason, that The Mayflower is a decadent hulk which has earned a pension and that the sleek destroyers and vast battleships, within easy call of Washington, will better suit his purposes. As far as the stables are concerned the engineer's view' IT is probably going a bit far, as we have heard it as' serted, that motoring over many of Chicago's street pavements at this season would be excellent training for a prospective contestant in the Grand National Steeple' chase. However badly the street pavements are gutted here and there, Beecher's Brook doubtlessly still holds first place as a water jump. But if there is any conceivable explanation as to why the pavements have been let go so badly we, for one, would be willing to devote a few minutes to listening — not so much in expectation of hearing a reasonable ex' planation but rather in the hope of discovering some new gem of ingenuity. The city manager's plan may not be without its faults, but under such a scheme the citizenry, upon such occa' sions as this, would have the satisfaction of firing some one, thereby gaining a momentary contentment against the inevitable discomfiture to be encountered on the next drive. — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. 10 THE CHICAGOAN he mod hie intu the modern "ensemble intime Lppliq lace aDDliaued on satin Slip ~ - - _ 29.50 Cliemwe - - - 26.50 Brassiere - 9.50 Drawers - 19.50 NesVe - - - 49.50 Gown - - - - 45.00 Corset .Ensemble - 75.00 SAKS- FIFTH AVENUE MLicnigan Avenue at C/liestnut Lingerie xashions TI4E CHICAGOAN n Hosts of Chicago An Account of Certain Keepers of the Public Houses By JAMES WEBER LINN NICE round fat faces on chubby bodies, manners agreeably com' pounded of cordiality and deference, habits of reminiscent speech amounting to garrulity — such are the general char' acteristics of the innkeepers of litera' ture. The Chicago type would be very different, if there were a Chicago type. But there is not. Put five of our most distinguished landlords — Tracy Drake, Harry Moir, Walter Gregory, Ernest Stevens, Ernest Byfield — side by side, and examine them for likenesses and you shall find too few to count. All of them known and appreciated from one end of the country to the other, they are nevertheless singularly different. To be sure, they are all mu' seum pieces, but they would never be assembled by the same collector, unless variety, not unity, were his aim. HARRY MOIR, of the Morrison, is the nearest, perhaps, to the old Bonifacian type. True, he is neither chubby nor pink-faced, but he is the "mixer" par excellence. At invitation golf 'tournaments — Derbies, Hullaba- loos, Round'Ups — you shall always discover Mr. Moir, singing, buying foursomes in the pool, wise'cracking on the first tee, seriously busy later in the locker'room. His acquaintance among down-state businessmen, actors, prize' fight promoters, politicians, and free' spending Scotchmen is vast and cheer' ful. Most of his contacts are contacts out of office. He circulates. The prices of the admirable accommodations of the Morrison are not exorbitant. The Morrison likes crowds. And the crowds like the proprietor thereof. Another circulator, but of a differ- ent sort, is Ernest Byfield, of the Sher' man and the Ambassadors. His swing is wide, very wide. Mr. Byfield is a wit, almost a litterateur; a pob'player, almost an expert; a cosmopolite, almost a butterfly. You shall perceive him racing his ponies madly up and down the exclusive turf of the Onwentsia Club polo-field; delicately striding the sands of Palm Beach, with an apprais* ing gleam in his amiable and yet aloof eye as he nods to the lady bathers; picking up bits of furniture that Henry Ford has somehow overlooked in the New England back'country. A circu' lator is Mr. Byfield, but more of a spectator of life than a mixer. Least ascetic of men, he manages to convey the impression of asceticism. A sports man, a hard rider, one of our snappiest dressers, he depends for charm never theless not on his force but on his deli cacy. He likes, in company, to sink into the background, to remain as it were effaced, until suddenly with some remark he emerges and stands momen' tarily illumined like a tableau. Least hotelman'like of these hotelmen is Er' nest Byfield in appearance, even in ap' parent methods; in effect the class of Chicago's tiny leisure-class; almost a flaming youth, except for the unerring quality of his social taste. I am not aware that Mr. Byfield is much inter ested in Sundayschools. I have been told that one glance of his, revelatory of a wide but eclectic experience, has been known to reduce an aspiring chorus'girl to tears. But I suspect in him a higher ambition than that of luxurious success — the ambition to be an artist in life, to know just what he wants and subtly to achieve it. WALTER GREGORY, director of the destinies of the most in timately Chicagoan of our Chicago inns, the Palmer House, is first, last and all the time "the man on the job." It must be admitted that this strictly business characteristic he shares with Tracy Drake and Ernest Stevens. But Messrs. Drake and Stevens direct 12 THE CHICAGOAN chiefly from their offices; Gregory from every floor at once. Doubtless, as the bishop said of the strawberry, God could have made a harder worker, but doubtless God never did. To us who knew Greg as a college undergraduate soon after the turn of the century, the long, lean, lazy, quasi-literary sort, his determination today is nothing short of a miracle. Life has taken the five little loaves and two small fishes of his youth ful idleness and transformed them into a banquet of industry that feeds the multitude. Nobody ever sees Walter outside the Palmer House, except on the Illinois Central or rarely on the golf links. But in the Palmer House you are likely to find him anywhere — inspecting the dishwashers, re-checking the set-up in some minor banqueting- room, shaking hands with some senator who is merely passing through our beautiful city — the old drawling light ness in his voice as he greets you, but the eyelids, like the Mona Lisa's, a little weary. OF all hotels in New York there was never but one that seemed to us provincials entirely municipal — the Astor House, and that is gone now. Of all the hotels in Chicago there will never be but one entirely historical, and that one is the Palmer House. As sociative values are irreplaceable; a name is nothing, but a legend is every thing, and the Palmer House is legen dary. That long before they tore down the old structure it had become an almost indestructible ruin, an anachron ism among current caravansaries, makes no difference. It was The Old Home stead. That the noble, slightly garish, marbleized monument to current tastes which is the new Palmer House is no more like the old than a Balaban and Katz palace is like Sam T. Jack's, makes no difference. It is "the Palmer House." It is socially, municipally his torical, like State Street. And the bur den of maintaining a tradition rests on Walter Gregory — a heavier burden than the creation of a wholly new al' lurement. Do you remember that college comic opera of yours, Greg — the first of the long line of "Blackfriar successes" at the University of Chicago? I have even forgotten the name of it now! And do you remember these lines from Dante Gabriel Rossetti's "Jenny" — "When we would lie in fields and loo\ Along the ground through the blown grass And wonder where the city was. Far out of sight, whose broil and bale They told us then for a child's tale? Ah, Greg, you \now the city nowl" HEN Tracy Drake decided years ago, in his far'seeing fash' ion, to serve afternoon tea regularly at the Blackstone, he first went on tour. He visited Louisville, New Or' leans, and New York; then he went to England. Everywhere, in fifty he tels and inns, he had tea served and took notes on the service. He studied teas and tea'making, toasts and pas tries, as President Coolidge studied the technique of putting on his rubbers so as not to wear them out at the toes; and he returned with a library of in formation. Then, and not till then, did he undertake the innovation. When he was training his nephew, John B. Drake, Jr., in the hotel busi ness, it was one of the habits of the lad's friends, as well as of reporters, to visit the various departments of the Drake, the laundries, the kitchens, the store-rooms, and watch the boy at work. Uncle Tracy spared him no detail. I believe he spent many an hour counting the sheets, and fingering them to learn the marks of linen quality. For Tracy Drake's outstanding passion is for pre cision in detail. In this, as I have said, he resembles Gregory; but Mr. Drake's technique is of an earlier day. Once, I remember, I printed a little paragraph about the position of the American and the English flags over the door of the LaSalle Hotel, on the occasion of a visit from Lloyd-George; and I intimated that the former prime minister was staying at the La Salle. At seven-thirty the morning of publi cation Tracy called me out of bed. "I want that paragraph corrected," he said. "Lloyd'George merely went to the La Salle for luncheon. His rooms are at the Drake. He is staying at the Drake. And please add that WE have OUR flags placed correctly." Prompt, attentive, decisive, you see. That is Tracy Drake. SOCIALLY, he is a member of the college fraternity known as D. K. E. And he doesn't care who knows it. At the only local chapter of that fraternity, Mr. Drake is one of the two great "rushing arguments," as they are called — indications to nice boys why they should become Dekes; just as Walter Gregory and Ernest Stevens are "rushing arguments" for Psi Upsilon, only they have never taken their fraternity affiliations with quite the same lavishness. If a Deke gave Mr. Drake a rubber check for bed and board, Tracy would, I believe, forgive him. Still, I shouldn't advise the experiment. For though his af' filiations would suggest forgiveness for the sinner, his business sense would re volt at forgiveness of the sin. As the Palmer House is by old his torical association the Chicago hotel, so is Tracy Drake by old association THE CHICAGOAN 13 the Chicago hotelman. Never think of him, however, as a back-slapper, a greeter. He has fine sense of the dig nity of his position. Hardly more of the Drakes than of the Ishams and the Farwells does one inquire, "Are they old Chicagoans?" Which is a real tribute. For Tracy, as it happens, is not an old Chicagoan by birth. But he is so old in dignified and elegant service to the community, that the ac cident of his having been born else where has become wholly unimportant. Even more than his hotels, in Chicago Tracy Drake is an institution. AMONG all our hotelmen, Ernest L Stevens is the dreamer extraordi nary. Shortish, solidly-built, square- faced, he would never seem to the casual acquaintance the type of a visionary. Nor is he, exactly. Peace fully domestic in all his tastes, happy with a book by a fire, he would never seem to the casual acquaintance soar- ingly ambitious. Nor is he, exactly. Yet it may be remembered that when the La Salle was built, it was placed further west in the loop than any other hotel, and in the face of gloomy prog nostications. And similarly the Stev ens was placed "furtherest south," though designed as the largest hotel in the world. Only a dreamer, restlessly ambitious, would thus risk his fortunes twice. Fortunately in routine Ernest is as solidly practical, if not quite so inquisitively meticulous, as Tracy Drake himself. Managerial duties Mr. Stevens can largely delegate, but finan cial details he collects within the circle of his own financial genius. Of all Chicago hotelmen I know, however, he seems to me to have the freest ima gination, to be most poet-like in his conceptions. If certain examples of his Bonifacian imagery seem to me too striking, their poetry more Sandbur- gian than Shakespearean, that is no doubt due to the fact that I live so largely in the past. Ernest is of the present and the future. OFTEN I wonder if among the thousands of his guests who see him on the way to and from his office — he is as I have said pre-eminently an office-worker — and who per chance recognize that sturdy, full-back like figure butting its way to work, there are any who see the dreamer in him. Of the five landlords I have sought to describe, from whom and from their equally remarkable com patriots is extended Chicago's welcome to visitors, on whom and on whose compatriots Chicago's reputation else where depends almost as much as on its newspapers — of these five Ernest By- field is perhaps the most tropical figure, but I am inclined to believe Ernest Stevens the most romantic. Lawn Tennis As It Was Not So Long Ago "WOO-HOO, Willie! Where're I you going with the butterfly net?" "Forty-love, dearie!" "Don't get those nice white trousers dirty, Cedric!" "Oh, Oscar, does your mother know you're out?" "Now, boys, you mustn't play too rough!" "Deuce!" "Oh, fudge, Percy, you've missed it again!" And As It Is Getting To Be "Out. Out, I say! Didn't I see it with my own eyes? You wanna poke in the face? Yeah? Zatso? Fifty bucks you're a liar!" "Come on, Bill! Sock it! Wheee!" "Raaaay! That's going in there, Joe! Give it to him!" "O-o-o-h! Kill that referee! Rob ber! Thief! Mob him!" "Oh baby! Pipe those smashes! Aw, whatcha givin' me? He can lick Flaherty any day in the week! Gwan, move over and don't be hoggin' the whole seat!" "Wow! How d'ya like that one, Nizinski? Back to the sticks! Take him out!" "All up, boys, for the fifth set!" — PARKE CUMMINGS. 14 THE CHICAGOAN Intimate Chicago Views A Thoughtful Guest Brings Mrs. Snyder a Box of Candy THE CHICAGOAN 15 Streets of the Town La Salle: From Court House to Board of Trade I A SALLE STREET is romantic. L* You doubt it? Perhaps our tastes vary. You may find your romance under the evening incandescence of Randolph Street, along the cultured Boul, among the male and female but terflies of Wilson Avenue, out where the West begins — in Cicero. It's yours. Let me have my romance among the hill-dwellers banking the valley from the Court House to the Board of Trade. It's a world of dynamic dreams, daily lived, shattered, forgotten in that vast network of corridors. From every where the dwellers come, for every conceivable reason, with every varia tion of age, nationality, ability and hair cut. That oleaginous young sales manager of a bond house saw first light of day on a bleak Minnesota farm; that shabby, genteel clerk graduated cum laude from Harvard; that challenging, hardfaced stenographer was not so when, bright-eyed, she first waved good-bye to some village on the plains. THERE is glory for a few. The boy from Gopher Prairie, Yale or Berwyn comes in time to find that he can meet his superiors on equality, and at last his erstwhile superiors discover themselves on the receiving end of his buzzer. The girl from La Grange or Iowa City may read with tinges of envy the doings of the deb, but she knows men, sans tuxedo, sans stacomb, even sans manners, and they know her likewise, and so . . . There is tragedy for many. A heady sip of Stockmarket Cham pagne, 1928 Vintage, the timidity aris ing from domestic burdens too early assumed, the curse of the square peg land too many men at the B & G Sand wich Shop who can picture themselves eating at the Attic Club. Too many girls find that contact with superior men dims their eyes to the charms of the local plumber, and, say what you will, the typewriter is a dampish sub stitute for a baby-carriage — after thirty. SALUT A DAMES! Books could be, and have been, written on the office-girl, her past, her loves, her phi losophy, her future. She is the grounds- By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN, JR. keeper who rolls the field smooth for the dizzy tumbling of Big Business. The misspelled word, the transposed figure, the lost telegram may be a peb ble causing the costly fumble which boots the game away. She carries on her slim shoulders more than a raccoon coat. And who is She? Within the required limits of a modicum of educa tion She is Every Woman; the society girl getting material for her novel; the ex-chorus girl, a little broad in the beam for the present requirements of Terpsichore; the widow, more grass than sod; the high-school graduate, who knows her Cinderella; the married woman, proving that two can live cheaper than one — if both work. Is this composite She safe among the captains — and buck privates — of in dustry? I venture to say so in spite of the evidence afforded now and again by indiscreetly lighted win dows and thin walls. It would, however, be unjust to contend that employers discriminate against a girl because her figure is better than her figures. Remem ber that office walls are drab, and pragmatism needs some aesthetic tempering. Is She intellectual? Rich ard Henry Little would say so. For in Vera Valen tine's restful and charming va circulating library in the State Bank Building the Line Book sells like waf fles in Sally's. And what excitement over an autograph from the Phantom Lover! I HAVE seen Freud's interpretation of dreams under an arm in an elevator — and also novels by Ethel M. Dell. Like the fortunate elephants of Michael Arlen's masterpiece, She is traveling "to an unknown destination," but on a harder path. Marriage, probably, but perhaps to a really good job. Execu tive women are in demand and at a premium. Who has not dreamed of the perfect secretary? There are some. Nor must we forget Mabel G. Rei- necke, Bertha E. Baur, Catherine Waugh McCullough, et al., incumbents of higher business spheres. A com passionate curtain must drop on the slow-movie of the life entoiled for ever in colorless office routine. Vale a dames! To wiser and less wise heads I must leave the stock market. Pick up any magazine and read the impassioned pleas of economists to make us forego and embrace again the pariah coupon, or the serio-comic plaint of the lamb well sheared. Everyone knows now that the newsboy on the corner and the barber on the tenth floor have cleaned up on Grigsby-'Grunow, while the fur coat of your stenographer need raise no more eyebrows. She's "long Radio." But our professors have overlooked one important phase of the present market. It has driven the broker's office up stairs. FEW houses still brave the invading hordes of the lunch-hour, or wish to compete in rent with soda-fountains and haberdashers for the ground floor space. The corner of Adams Street still holds out a chair for the itinerant bond-salesman in Bakers, Shearson- Hammill, Stein-Alstrin and a few others, but it's hard to get one, even at ten-thirty, and stop shaking your 16 THE CHICAGOAN head dolefully over the apparent flot sam and jetsam who are occasionally parked in the chairs. Your customer's man will put a finger to his lips and murmur : "Shush — that's Izzy Greenapple. He took a million out of here last year." Why Izzy does not buy a clean shirt is not disclosed. Even the Stock Exchange in the new State Bank Building has sought privacy — no admission even to the visitors' gallery, except by card from a member. And how suave it is! How cool the traders look in their neat pongee coats, even in moments when Sonatron or Grigsby is on its almost daily ram page; how trig the messengers, green- uniformed, the envy of Ernie Byfield and Tracy Drake; how clubby the lounge with its easy chairs and ice boxes, and the Governor's Room — Well! WE draw out our profits for the day; Let's see if we can find a bank. There must be one or two left. Is this a bank with the windows full of pistols, policemen's stars, mounted fish, toy Santa Clauses busily laboring? We might go in and ex plore. No, it can't be. Bankers are aloof, remote, frigid, and here are rows and rows of well-turned-out gentlemen, smiling, bowing, scraping. They are Vice-Presidents! And to the most in gratiating smile may come the new account and the accolade of personal mention on the President's Daily Re port. Service, service, service! Blush, oh Rotary! We will buy your Xmas presents, tie your tie, budget your kitchen, run your business, read your palm, time-table your vacation, make up your income tax, draw your will, educate your children, shine your shoes, succor your widow — and for such rea sonable fees, too. Bigger and Better! Where today we have banks sprawled over five or ten floors, tomorrow will see the whole Illinois Merchants Bank Building one vast hive of Robots, trained, eager and importunate to lead us from cradle to grave, leaving to caprice only the necessity to breathe, sleep and love. And who knows, per haps even these adjuncts of life may be supplied? But the shadow of H. G. Wells shakes a warning finger. We must be on. INSURANCE offices differ from banks chiefly in two fashions; the men are somewhat less Finchley and Fifield, and more stenog raphers are called by their first names. Nor is the welcome on the mat in quite such bold outline. After all, you may be calling to settle a claim, in which case the salesman who sold you the policy will be laid up at home with varicose veins and you will be ushered in to a bland adjuster, one who can make "not a cent over fifty dollars" sound like Traumerei. While we are in the building we might as well drop in on "Bimp, Gish, Zilch and Scrod, Attorneys and Coun sellors at Law." In darker days we would have been greeted by a telephone girl with hands full of plugs, but now the cool evasion is practiced by a re ceptionist, one of the newer professions sprung up in our modern era along with tonsorialists, realtors and financial counsellors. She responds: "Mr. Bimp? I'm very sorry, Sir. Mr. Bimp has been dead several years. ... Mr. Gish? Well, Mr. Gish is now in a very important conference and really cannot be disturbed. . . . Mr. Zilch? You might possibly see Mr. Zilch at five o'clock when he re turns from Court. . . . Mr. Scrod? Perhaps if you would wait. Mr. Scrod was to return at eleven-thirty and it's now only twelve. He should be in any moment. Maybe Mr. Roundface could take care of you." WE resign ourselves to Mr. Roundface, with fingers still damp from the ink of the Bar Exam inations, and are shown around. We* see little mustiness and few tin boxes. Instead, a vault fashioned by Reming ton-Rand and presided over by a vision who, we are condescendingly informed, is the second assistant file clerk; clean, glass-topped desks; chairs so easy that once in them one loses all power of resistance. "But, Mr. Roundface, where is the law work done?" "The legal department, Sir, is on the floor below, where the clerks have their quarters." It is lunch time. Is it an apple, fetched by the office boy from the stand in the lobby, the Midday Club, or something between? A wide choice and yet singularly lacking in one fa cility, a really attractive restaurant, serving good food at decent prices. But if you have ever tried to run a restau rant — not a quick lunch — at a profit, you will know why. The nearest ap proach is Henry Kau's, around on Wells Street, between Monroe and Adams. Here is a limited choice of excellent food (Turn to page 36) "Who has not dreamed of the Perfect Secretary?" THE CHICAGOAN 17 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry The Woman's Athletic Club FOR a good many years now, smart aleck young of the best families have been laughing openly at "the name of mother's club," "The Wom an's Athletic Club." "What's athletic about it?" they tease. And, feebly, a dignified but in no way annoyed lady, answers: "Well, there's the swimming pool, and the re ducing things, and the massages and the. ..." "Yes, and the beauty par lor," impertinent youth adds. "Why dear lady — you don't even walk up stairs at your precious athletic club . . . you go up one or two flights in that stuttering electric lift." Which is all — let us face it— more or less true! BUT do the baited ladies care? Not a whit. Not, at least, those who have been the very backbone of the club down through the thirty-one years since it was founded — with Mrs. By HELEN S. YOUNG Philip D. Armour, of blessed memory, its first president. In those days an athletic club for women was an inno vation . . . and theirs was the very first one established anyplace in the country — or the world for that matter. An indoor swimming pool was in it self a great bit of swank and it spelled thrilling exertion — in terrible bathing suits! Fencing — while it was being done — had its day in the club. Like wise, as the more complicated kind of dancing came in, there' were hours of instruction about it. But to the younger women who have known the strenuousness of present day college athletics, all this has often seemed mere diversion, not athletics in the sporting sense. That's why — a few months ago — on the eve of their mov ing to the magnificent new clubhouse at Michigan Avenue and Ontario Street — a group of the moderns drew up a petition for a change of name. A questionnaire went forth to each of the two thousand members — asking for their sentiments on the subject. And to the undying delight of the old guard, cut of the five hundred and seventy- five who were interested enough to ex press themselves, only about two hun dred and some odd wanted it changed! AND so it stays as it always has been l\ ... in spite of the confusion and annoyance that has resulted since another organization built a club house and called it by the almost dupli cate title of Illinois Woman's Athletic. Yet, what, after all, is in a name? It's spirit that makes a place. And the spirit of the W. A. is its greatest recommendation. While it is fashion able — it is never snobbish. A great, good, common sense — without any of the- bickerings of many a regulation 18 THE CHICAGOAN woman's clut) — characterizes its meet ings. No lobbying nor clique-ing nor the great urge to "uplift" anything or anybody mars the serene tenor of its ways. Nor is there any evidence of the "get-together" spirit, in the narrow sense. Outside of the private lunch eons or teas — or musicales, there is rarely a club function. Its "Thursday Mornings" — lectures, or entertainment by way of monolog, music, or some modern thing — are always largely at tended, because the entertainment committee has a flair for supplying the popular and intelligent artist of the moment. BUT none of its members depends in any way upon the club for its sole social outlet. For — as I may have im plied, but have not yet stated — its members belong to the substantial so ciety of the city, and have plenty of interests outside this one club. If the word "genteel" be not obsolete in a modern magazine's vocabulary, then "genteel" is the word that expresses the greater part of its membership. Never by any stretch of the imagi nation could you think of liquor's be ing served in this club . . . and it's only in the past few years that cigar ette smoking by its younger members and their guests has been counten anced. Even after the ban was lifted — the smokers usually sat — sort of hang-dog fashion — in the "back" end of the dining room, where they would not offend too openly the conservatives. It's an Adamless Eden — this club. Rarely do you see a man in it at the luncheon hour. Even when such celeb rities as the Grand Duke Alexander and Count Tolstoi were entertained there after their lectures, there were no men asked to sit in at luncheon — though the poor helpless visiting males — lost in a sea of femininity, charming and unruffled sea that it was — might have welcomed the haven of a little masculine company — I fancy. SINCE The Woman's Athletic membership list includes highly representative women, — most of them second and third generation Chicago ans of family and position — wives and daughters of the men who have made the city — culturally and financially . . . you can well imagine at what a premium memberships are held. They've a waiting list now of close to four hundred, and even life member ships, at $4,000 each, are not to be had, unless a present life member dies and leaves a vacancy. And now that the new club is to open within a few weeks, more and more of the social life of the town will center there. The magnificent new ballroom is al ready dated up for some of the grand est of next winter's debutante balls, and the opening reception, when all the glories of the new pool, the ex quisite decorations of the lounge and card rooms — and the delicacy of a newly equipped dining room will be on view for the first time, is expected to be Spring's smartest afternoon party. MOST— if not all— of the old em ployees of the South Michigan Avenue club — where the W. A. has held forth some twenty years, have come over to the new home, and it was characteristic of the women of the board that they gave all these em ployees a month's vacation — on full pay — while new quarters were being made ready. Speaking of the employees brings up one of the most important points in the great popularity and success of the club, the "personal service" de partment. It's said to be the best in town — and it must be— for more ex pensive heads have been shampooed there, and more school girl complexions coddled — than in any hundred of other beauty parlors, in the past three decades. The day of an opera open ing, or an assembly ball — or any other important and exclusive party — you can page any one of a hundred Gold Coast matrons in the Woman's Ath letic beauty parlors, and bring them drenched to the 'phone. AS for food . . . la, la . . . there's i only one thing to be said against it ... it is not apt to be so good for those who would keep the willowy fig ure of youth. Such chicken croquettes — with mushroom sauce! . . . Such W. A. Special dessert — made of, first: a fine layer of good cake, then a nice rich second floor of ice cream, then over that a luscious bath of hot butter scotch sauce! ... Is it any wonder that an excellent cook has had to turn her talents to concocting "diet" salads — and oilless dressings? Glancing over its year-book you see the names of women who, through its thirty-one years, have been leaders of the conservative wing of the city's so cial life. Mrs. Philip Armour — until her death two years ago — was its honorary life president; her daughter-in-law, now Mrs. Patrick Valentine, served for many years on its board, and is still one of its active members. The first Mrs. William Hale Thompson — mother of the mayor — was an early board member — and her daughter, Mrs. William Nelson Pelouze, is the current president. The late Mrs. Reu ben Donnelley was a beloved member — and an active one in building up the club, and, her daughter, Mrs. Pardee Erdman, is a life member. Marion Dixon, daughter of one of the most popular presidents the club ever had, the late Mrs. George Dixon, is likewise a member for life, and both Mrs. Will Lyford and Mrs. Harry Clow are still on the board of directors — as they were in the first years of the club's, life. Mrs. Samuel Insull is a member— but her daughter-in-law is still on the waiting list (or was, up to a few months ago.) Mrs. Phelps Hoyt's daughter, Mrs. Dexter Cummings, whose mother-in-law, Mrs. D. Mark Cummings, has been a member for years — is still awaiting call on the long waiting bench. Mrs. William J. Chalmers — one of the earliest members, is often seen lunching in the dining room when she's at home, with her nieces, Mrs. William C. Pullman, and Mrs. Joseph O. Watkins, who are of the very fibre of the club's being — and among its most popular members. THE McCormick clan is well rep resented on its list of early and present members, and the Thornes, the Wallers, the Clows, the Douglases, the Spaldings, the McLaughlins, the Farwells, the Borlands, the Carpenters, the Linns (the late Mrs. William R. Linn was among the founders) — in fact, practically all of our really "first families" were with it from the begin ning, are now, and ever shall be. Amen! To an Unsparing Talker Spare me, please, all information On your drinking escapades. Swallow down your strange potation, But, I pray, in silence staid. Don't describe me your reactions. I'm content to chance a guess. Welcome to your liquefactions If you'll only cite them less. — PARKE CUMMINGS. THE CHICAGOAN 19 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago Parlors Too Diverse to Classify UNDER the hand and eye of Mons. Mosgofian, Cafe Old Stamboul affords leisurely and Turkish dining. From the outside at 39 East Oak the Stamboul is inconspicuous. Moreover, since the demise of Old Shishkabob (the name, to be sure, of a dish and not of a man, though it is no bad pseu donym) who purveyed Turkish and Armenian victuals on Chicago Avenue just across from the police station, Turkish food has been a rarity to the Town. Old Shishkabob's dining room was bare. His kitchen unabashed. His ta ble groaning. Old Shishkabob, too, was a fearsome ancient who confronted his patrons with an immense carving knife and asked — rather pointedly, it seemed — how they relished his dishes. If the answer was enthusiastically favorable, the knife was lowered. The answer, so far as this observer knows, was never otherwise. HOWEVER, the Old Stamboul is not so strenuous. Indeed, it is a snug retreat, bewilderingly decorated, sometimes perfumed, and altogether novel and luxurious in the Oriental manner which is as elaborate as a wed ding cake and a great deal more highly colored. It is, frankly, a show place. And we mention the show for what oddity, newness, orientalism and what not are worth. Let the patron judge the manner of a restaurant for him self. We are concerned only with matters from fireplace to fingerbowl. Approaching the Old Stamboul as a wary eater, it is well to consult Mos gofian himself. He will explain, very graciously and very clearly, the in tricacies of the Turkish cuisine. He will induct the patron into art and theory of Tchorba Terbiehli which is soup. He will detail the preparation of Shish Kaybabe (another spelling of the dish) which is lamb roasted over char coal on the spit with peppers and toma toes. (A memorable dish, too). He will make known the mystery of Pelaph Terahan which is a lamb curry (and notable). A salad or two. A dish of Turkish vegetable, boiled wheat, chopped meat in cabbage or vine leaves (a bit tasteless to the un- By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN initiated palate). A sourish cream dessert topped off by a single nut ker nel. Paklava, the oriental dessert of flour paste baked in translucent layers, fig and honey. Turkish candies and pegged and his antennae waving, is rather too much. But then people do not seek out Jim Ireland's Oyster House to indulge the eye. They go to 632 North Clark street to break out a "A snug retreat, bewilderingly decorated and luxurious in the Oriental manner . novel Turkish coffee. Then a scented cigar ette and a breath at leisure. SOON, the Old Stamboul will ex pand. Already the lower floor is being decorated. Patrons will sit in bright shawls on Turkish cusions. The very lavishness of decoration is con ducive to low voices and long dining. Upstairs, the tunk and tinkle of American jazz. Thus, the Old Stam boul. Well, business is splendid. Drop in some evening. Open late. THE oyster is nothing to look at. The lobster, especially if he be a large lobster, with his claws neatly defiant napkin against a talented, vete ran, numerous and imposing army of sea foods. They scan the field of bat tle, reconnoiter the enemy in his three principal divisions; Bivalve, Crusta cean and Vertebrate — and set them selves valorously to arms. Let no puny trencherman defy the sea foods at Ireland's. To win honors at Jim Ireland's table is a feat demand ing a stern jaw and stout heart. Bold fellows have been overcome before his platters, felt a deep sleep heavy in their bones and perspira- (Turn to page 42) \ THE CHICAGOAN CI4ICAGOAN/ THE first touch of Spring on the Midway brings a kind of cau tious warmth to the gray towers of the University of Chicago. It brings a kind of warmth even to the research laboratories, mysterious places of fragile apparatus and remote, strange, mechanical powers aloof from human ity and a bit contemptuous of so com mon a happening as the world's turn ing toward Summer. Yet at a laboratory window the first warm days, a little, slight man who is Professor Alexander Abraham Michel- son looks down on the dwarfed quad. Seeing Springs come and go, seventy- seven of them, he finds interest in the pigmy world; it is pleasant to look from a warm window, to scent the promise of new turf and green trees. To dream, perhaps, to guess idly. . . . PROFESSOR MICHELSON turns from his window and slowly seats himself. His head is tilted back. His quick brown eyes are half closed, alert beneath their lids. His words come precisely, yet with obvious effort; queerly enough he finds verbal expres sion difficult. But then he is a creative genius. Not a voluble man. "I am honored to see you again." A quiet smile. (It is a prince of knowledge playing servant to the pauper). "You are interested to know, perhaps, that I was born in Strelno, Germany?" (The interview is smoothly under way.) "When I was two, my parents moved to San Francisco; those were the Gold Rush days — " IN San Francisco, young Michelson completed the public schools. Early, indeed, he fixed his hopes on a star — • a policeman's star. But time brought a sublimation of infant ideals. The young San Franciscan went to Annap olis. There, at 21, he took his degree from the United States Naval Academy. At Annapolis Captain Sampson (later an admiral) noted that one of his midshipmen was a brilliant chap in physics. The captain proposed that Midshipman Michelson lecture his classmates on a certain phase of the study. "I thought at the time," re calls the Professor, "that the problem would be more clearly understood if I explained it by experiment rather than Professor Michelson By ALICE HARTENFELD Prof. Alexander Abraham Michelson by a more or less formal lecture. I rummaged about for odds and ends of apparatus. In the presence of the class I did an experiment on the veloc ity of light. To my great surprise I found the results more accurate than those obtained by my instructors." (One may imagine the downright glee of those other midshipmen, long be devilled with their science courses.) For six years after graduation Michelson remained at the Academy as an instructor in chemistry and physics. Then, in 1880 he began years of intense study and wide travel. He attended university at Berlin, at Heidelburg, at the College de France and the Ecole Poly technique. His fame grew modestly enough as he set tled into physical research; research makes little noise in the world. BUT learned societies knew of him. He came to Chicago in 1892 as professor of physics and head of the department. He continued experi ments in his chosen field. In 1902 he published his brochure on the velocity of light. In 1903 a pamphlet on light waves and their uses. Albert Abra ham Michelson had grown confirmed in his habit of being more accurate than the authorities. His degrees began to accumulate. He is a D. Sc. of Cam bridge, LL. D. Yale, a Ph. D. of Leip- sig, and of Gottingen, of Western Re serve and Stevens Institute of Tech nology, an LL. D. of McGill, to list degrees at random. He has been awarded the Rumford Medal, the Grand Prix of Paris, the Mattencci Medal of Rome, the Copley Medal. He is a Member of the Royal Society of London. He is winner of the Nobel Award for Physics for 1907. Also he is a member of the National Academy of Sciences, a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and he is of the Royal As tronomical Society. There are more. HIS scientific contributions fall, by and large, into three divisions upon which his reputation rests: 1. The precise measurement of the speed of light. 2. The Michelson-Morley Experi ment which is the forerunner of the Theory of Relativity — a computation of the speed of the light ray in two directions together with observations of the effect of the earth's motion on that velocity. 3. His methods for the determina tion of astral magnitudes. Married in 1899 — Mrs. Michelson is the former Edna Stanton of Lake For est, Illinois — he is the father of three daughters: Beatrice, now Mrs. Finley Festus Foster; Madeline, Mrs. Philip Maher, and Dorothy, Mrs. Sheldon Dick. The Professor finds time apart from his studies. Until a recent operation he was an admirable tennis player. He is fond of billiards. Long afternoons he gives over to chess. Besides his 15 or so honorary societies, he favors the Tavern, University and City clubs. He finds relaxation in water colors. And yet, Dr. Michelson doubts that man can attain much of happiness. A cow? Yes. The beast lives at an even pitch of contentment. Only man knows ecstasy and despair. To be sure, man can attain a sort of content ment. He can so lose himself in his work that he forgets his unhappy be ing, and thus he finds happiness of a sort. But it is transitory stuff at best. Work is no panacea, for though it can afford great joy it can also lead to deep and bitter frustration. Professor Michelson turns again to his window, to the warm certainty, per haps the illusion, of a new Spring. <Th CHICAGOAN'/ OWN TALK Maid ALBERTA, our maid, confessed the l other day to having essayed the learned life. Recently our domicile, and Alberta, became the richer by a new radio. Alberta, at least, dotes on aerial programs; she has rapidly be come a connoisseur of stations and can pick up a blues melody any hour — preferably an early hour. She pre fers radio plus the vacuum cleaner. The other morning we very tactfully sought to ease in a bit of chamber music to replace Alberta's jazz selec tion. A dunderhead at radio, we dialed two home economics lessons and a Spanish school. Despondent, we ig nored the Spanish while studying the dial. Alberta was very helpful. "You know," she said, "I've tried *at station. I spent a whole mornin' listenin^ to 'at man. But I couldn't learn nothin' 'bout the language he talks. Guess nobody couldn't neva learn Spanish. Let me try — " From some malignant ruffle in ether, Alberta produced the "St. Louis Hues." Sign AS to the coming of Spring, we are an admitted skeptic. Signs of the zodiac we disbelieve. The cal endar is notoriously fallible. The first robin as harbinger collapses under the higher criticism. Even an epidemic of building baths leaves us unshaken in our unbelief. Yet when Arthur Meeker, Sr., ap pears on the boulevard, as he did the other day, in a brown derby, we re nounce our heresy. Thus having re canted, abjured and forsworn, we are prepared to give testimony. It is the Splendid Season. Scandal NOTICING Clarence Darrow at the "Beggar's Opera" — in a wel ter of stage mush and murder one of the few pieces genuinely scandalous — one must record that the famous de fense attorney sniggered gleefully at its worst rogueries. Malice, betrayal, avarice and meanness before the foot lights tickled the lawyer immoderately. He especially enjoyed the complicated villainies of the barrister on stage. Cut- purses and cut-throats alike drew a benevolent smile. Yet oddly enough Mr. Darrow's heartiest laugh was reserved for per haps the only lawful incident in the whole production. The highwayman- hero returns to his old haunts after escaping from Old Bailey. A drab promptly betrays him to the law (a legal procedure, surely). Two scurvy catch-polls plot for his rearrest. One disguises himself in a night gown to become "a most fair wench, fainting for love." The ignoble highwayman rushes to embrace his pursuer. And is promptly taken for hanging. Thus, justice is served. Clarence Darrow approved in high merriment. Movie VERY blithely, very glibly, Oh very nonchalantly the Messrs. Balaban Ss? Katz transcend the decades. Not so long ago these gentlemen added their broideries to the works of Gilbert and Sullivan; there happened also to be a Gilbert and Sullivan com pany before the Town. Yet a tabloid version of "The Mikado" recently pre sented at the State Street cinema tem ple lavished upon the -audience (be sides the original Savoyard song and dance numbers) an interpretative dance solo in fleshings, 16 near-Tiller girls and three (3) acrobats. Contractor THIS is really the story of a con tractor and a corner stone, but (Damn-it-all, someone is always men tioning liquor!) it has its deviations. Razing a building preparatory to the erection of a bank, workmen came; on the old corner stone. It was opened in the presence of banker and contrac tor. The stone gave up two sealed boxes. Banker and contractor hesi tated over these relics. They lifted both, jiggled them, guessed at then- contents. Finally the banker chose the heavier box and had it opened. It dis closed a round thousand dollars in dated coins and rare moneys. He was jubilant over his judgment. Alone in his office, the contractor opened his repository. It gave up two bottles. One bottle contained prize grains. The other bottle — rumor reached the banker. Very promptly he commanded the other bottle's presence at his offices. It was delivered, together with an ex planatory note by the contractor. Un fortunately, explained the contractor, his friend the banker's information was a bit awry. There was no second bot tle, but a jug. That jug very likely contained whiskey. An ancient jug accompanied the messenger. The banker glowed with scofflaw pride. He tested the old distillate. Splendid! For days he offered his friends a thimbleful of the salvage. They agreed. Splendid! In the meantime our contractor had come unostentatiously upon a very su perior liquor. He did not treat and he did not explain. Very casually it became known that he had supplied the banker's jug from another corner stone. He had filled it with raw new bourbon, spiked with a generous gurgle or two of South Chi' cago gin. This was elixir. Yet not even a contractor's con science is proof against reproach. Ob viously the banker had been evilly dealt with. The penitent dispatched another note by way of full confession. He deprecated the weak moment when his guardian angel had twittered in vain. He had, so he said, held out a 22 portion of the banker's rightful spoil. He enclosed another portion of whiskey. The banker gracefully acknowledged this holdover, spoke highly of contrac tors and the more elemental virtues culminating in a scrupulous regard for property rights. At this writing he is still doling out old whiskey by the barest thimbleful. It is still splendid. The second consignment — alas for guardian angels in this wicked world! — was exactly like the first. Raw whiskey and a gurgle of South Chicago gin. Well, JANE ROWE tells this one on her self. The occasion was the Junior League second-hand clothing sale. So jammed with buyers was the place that, Jane, who was auctioning off the cast- offs of the debutantes, was forced to mount a counter in order to be seen — and heard. A glittering evening dress in hand, Jane scampered back and forth over the length of the counter, shouting prices, taunting prospective purchasers, gesturing wildly with her hands, hair flying, hat askew, skirts whirling. She came to rest finally before a plump, stolid woman who examined this speci men of the haute monde with a critical eye. Jane shouting: "Do I hear any more? Do I hear any more? Going — this beautiful garment is going — sold to the highest bidder — " At this juncture the stolid woman gave vent to her subconscious. Turning to a companion at her side, she sniffed, and questioned: "My god, is this what they call society?" THE CHICAGOAN $45 TO Judge Stanley Klarkowski came one Mandy (Let's keep it down for the visiting Elks), with a tale of woe. Rastus, her divorced and pros perous husband, was so far behind in his alimony payments that she feared he would never catch up. Some time later, Rastus was hailed into court where the aggrieved Mandy had also come for justice. The judge leaned im pressively forward. "Rastus," he ad monished sharply, "Your wife tells me you're two months behind in your ali mony." Sheepishly, Rastus hung his head and said nothing. "There's no excuse for it, either," continued the judge, "My investigators tell me you're a very pros perous man. What's he supposed to pay you now?" he turned to the wife. "Thirty dollars a month." Judge Klarkowski considered. "You ought to have more," he finally de clared, "I'm going to raise that, and give you forty-five dollars a month!" At this the culprit looked up, and smiled white across a dark face. "That sure is mighty nice of you judge," he bowed, "that's a heap more than I'd give any woman." Influence THE skyscraper influence having left its mark on triple-decked sandwiches and double-decked motor busses, turns now to bedroom furniture and gives us the two story bed. The only one of its kind in Chicago is that in possession of Rosemary Baur, the still sub-deb daughter of Mrs. Bertha Bauer. The bed, which was specially designed by an interior decorator, is all of ebony with hangings and drap eries of light yellow silk, with little shelf-like supports for side lamps, and a ladder of wood to match the bed proper. Miss Baur is said to have wanted it for use of visiting school friends of hers. Apropos of the Baurs, Mrs. Baur is schooling her daughter in the ways of finance and economics. At the time the bed was ordered, Miss Baur also left orders for furnishings for her room at school. Dismayed at the size of the bill, Miss Baur wrote her mother that in her opinion they were being over charged for the various pieces. Tongue in cheek, mother Baur replied that only one course of action was open; to wit, write to the interior decorator that his prices were exorbitant. Then Mrs. Wanna buy a dog?" THE CHICAGOAN 23 Baur telephoned to the young man and explained the situation. Merely as practical training for the daughter the little comedy was played out. But af ter the decorator had complied with Miss Baur's request to reduce prices on his original masterpieces, and Miss Baur had forwarded a cheque for the stipulated amount, Mrs. Baur paid the difference between the original and the altered bill for expert services rend ered. Suggestion JOHN, the vintner of Townsend Street, estimable fellow, has added in scope and delight to his already nota ble services as a wine merchant. John made a delivery a week-end past. He delivered, too, the varied components of Italian spaghetti pur chased in the Italian quarter. With Tony, cheerful assistant, at the kitchen stove, John set about to blend the dish himself, he in charge of the sauce and Tony watchful over the boiling pot. (Proper spaghetti sauce, by the way, includes orange peel; John is a martinet in such matters.) The spaghetti thus achieved was as notably splendid, even, as the wine. This week-end service, John assures us, is available to members of his cer tified public. It is something nifty for a special party. Collector WE have heard recently of an interesting Old Party who has an entirely different sort of hobby. One of these old gentiemen who use themselves to dress the window of their favorite club, he may be seen any day, we are told, sitting in the window with the immobile dignity of some massive early rock formation, smoking cigar ettes. He smokes one of the less popu lar, and a bit more expensive, brands than those advertised on billboards. The hobby of his that we mention is this: When he has finished each cigarette he carefully unwraps the re maining portion and picks out what pieces of stalk there may be among the shreds. Sometimes the bits run to fairly large sizes; sometimes they are hardly thicker than a pencil lead. These he places in an asperin box which he always car ries. When filled it is emptied into an unused humidor. He has been saving these bits of stalk for several years now. In time, we understand, he plans to send his col- "Don't take me into a woman's store, Mamma — remember what the doctor said about my complexes" lection to the headquarters of the to bacco company making his brand — not as a complaint, he insists, but just for the lark of it. Elegance THIS incident is reported from a north shore suburb (and such a very respectable suburb that the inci dent cannot but be true.) The lady was helped from her limousine by her chauffeur. The man handed her to the curb, touched his cap and resumed his place at the wheel. Throughout, his face held just the proper shade between impassivity and lively attention. Even at the wheel he did not slump. Yet at the curb, something was wrong. "George," said the mistress. George was instantly attentive. "Lock the car, please." George emerged with unruffled dig nity from beneath the wheel. Very carefully he locked the car. St one s Th row DESPITE the continued popularity of suburban life, a large class of city dwellers entertain residential am bitions. They hope to live within walking distance of their downtown offices. Few of them will ever find themselves more conveniently situated in this respect than is Henry Marsh, advertising manager of the Purity Bakeries. From his office in the American Fore building he can look directly across Rush street into the windows of his apartment in the Dela ware Towers building. Mr. Marsh, strange to say, does not go home for lunch. 24 THE CHICAGOAN Tke ROVING REPORTER Harmon to Loughran to Walker By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN PUT it this way: Tommy Lough ran is a tall, cool Celt, long of head and long of limb. Mickey Walker is a short, hot Harp, thick and willing and brawlsome. Coming away after a fight between them, one is left with the conviction that what Walker needed most was a pair of field glasses with which to fix his distant opponent in something like attainable range. And second, one is left with the con viction that the common man prefers a thick and willing clouter. Watching Mr. Loughran perform is, to the fight patron who hopes for gore, like watch ing a superb demonstration in the cal culus. If you ask him, he prefers gentlemen who rush out and trade thunderbolts. He prefers the bulldog to the wolf. He fancies a boarding party with cutlasses rather than a pre cise, cold-blooded naval engagement at 12 miles. A ROAR goes up when Mickey tears in. It volleys for an in stant under the arched roof; it rocks the double galleries, bands of de tached heads against a lofty brick wall; it trembles the gala flags honoring the Stadium's dedication by a battle of champions (Ta hell wit science; bust him in the eye!) and it sucks back in chagrin as Loughran jabs to the chin, once, twice, three times, and halts the rush with a jolting right cross gauged with the nicety of a stroke with the billiard cue. Except for a murmur of artistic ap proval, Tommy Loughran's offensives claim little applause. He slides a foot forward, his left licks out in a triple motion to find Walker's stubborn black head. His right is a piston suddenly to the head, to the body, to the head again before the Walker arms can fold about him, the Walker head wag against his chest. Yet opposed to Tommy's eternally long range larrup ing, Walker's swinging, buffeting rush is infinitely more imposing. Mickey crowds in; he sulks under the barrage, snarls at its annoying flicker and sud denly lets go both hands in a flurry of gloves, alas, too short usually to do damage. As a wise father corrects a quarrelsome child, Tommy remon strates dispassionately with his assail ant. He removes the brawler with re turn buffets, more in sorrow — as the phrase goes — than in anger. This is a typical round. There were nine others like it. Only in one round did the crowding and tempestuous young fel low from New Jersey clout Loughran onto the ropes and worry him like a terrier until the taller man hung on. The n — in round five — W a 1 k e r stormed in, both hands hooking, his chin and body open to and contemptu ous of the wide world. Mickey is prodigal of punches. Four or five times he lands. Loughran slips his head, dodges, blocks, and finally wraps up for safety. The gong ends it. Walker takes a final sock after the bell. Boohs. A CLANG and the round ends — any round. The ring is still and hot under the glare of 36 lights. Seconds are in through the ropes. A bubbly fountain is neatly swung around on the brass ring posts so that it functions at the fighter's elbow— a nifty gadget, that fountain. Jack Kearns in a striped slipover sweater wipes deftly over Walker features with a new sponge. An assistant second cools the Walker spine and smooths the ruffled, blocky head. In Loughran's corner, two gentlemen dressed in white confer calmly enough. Loughran nods gent ly, altogether at ease. Walker jerks his head, shuffles, figets to be back in the hurly-burly. The Stadium is quiet. Remarkably quiet for a big fight. Earlier in the evening it stood out under the bluish purple of 1 1 immense klieg lights while the movie cameras shot the mob. Now it is subdued in the reflected brilliance of the ring, its structure curiously stratified in bands of ringside seats, loge seats and the two galleries still above, the topmost gallery piled with seats high to the highest corners of the building. SOMEWHERE a band plays. It is a lively dance tune but anaemic in THE CHICAGOAN 25 Jllb Flying Gktss! Think what it means to have Security -Plate Glass in every window of your CADILX.AC or LA SALLE Prevent flying glass and you eliminate a big percentage of accident injuries. Heavy blows will crack but not shatter Cadillac Security-Plate. Severe tests prove this. You should not be satisfied with any fine car that lacks this provision for your safety. And Security-Plate Glass is only one of the group of Cadillac 1929 funda mental improvements — which, in their entirety are found only on Cadillac and La Salle. Smartness and style, and out. inside 2 3 Silent Shift Transmission per mits gear changes at any speed without clashing. 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And these are surmounted by a distinct beauty of line and color that completes the Cadillac pro gram for the permanent satisfaction of Cadillac and La Salle owners. 26 THE CHICAGOAN How to see Europe the way you want to see it Wouldn't you like to have the new booklet, "The American Traveler in Europe", which tells how your trip can be made carefree and amazingly simple? It is the result of months of care ful study and preparation by trained men who know Europe from end to end. Its pages are brimful with valu able travel news and suggestions. It tells how you can exploreEurope following an expertly planned itiner' ary, based on your own ideas. ALL the arrangements for the ENTIRE trip can be made long in advance... steamer tickets, hotels, seats on trains, etc., and aeroplanes if you wish. You leave when you please— go where you like— stay as long as you choose and return at your own con* venience. The coupon sent to any American Express office or to the nearest address below places a copy in the mails for you. American express Travel Department 70 East Randolph Street, Chicago or 259 So. Meridian Street, Indianapolis, Ind. 366 Broadway, at E. Michigan, Milwaukee, Wis. American Express F. I. T. Dept. 12 Please send "The American Traveler in Europe" to Name. Address . American Express Travelers Cheques Always Protect Your Funds , the bulk of the Stadium. All along the banded seats, lights flare up to cigar' ettes. The puffs of smoke like the smoke of skirmishing riflemen firing from wooded foothills against a* tall cliff of yellow clay. Yet every seat, no matter how perched, is a splendid vantage point from which to see the fight. The ring is clear, bright, open. The arch of the building ample. The aisles are wide. The eyes have easy range over the whole. Announcements from the ring are not yet perfect. Doubtless loud speakers will take care of announce ments when the building is completely finished. Round Ten, signalled on the up' raised fingers of Referee Davy Miller. Round Ten coming up. Davy Miller's footwook in the ring is very nearly as clever as the smooth, purposeful foot' work of the champions themselves. Walker snorts from his corner. Loughran glides from his. They brush gloves. They circle. It is the same story of calm and balance and science against the hot, impetuous lusts of man. A kind of ballet of classicist against romanticist. The crowd tugs impa' tiently for romance. But no! The round ends tamely enough. K ARSON and I edge out into the night. Along West Madison street the crowd is jammed and jostled. The pitiful figures of beggars come sharply to life against the moving walks. An old man selling imitation snakes. A negro with wilted roses. A blind couple singing a hymn tune. A white haired beggar with an eager dog. Purses tonight should be well in ex cess of $100,000. This Week's Bridge Problem Spades. A, K, Q. Hearts. A, K, Q- Diamonds. A, K, Q. Clubs. A, K, Q, J. M YOU. R M Drums with fingers. S. R. Hums while he thinks. J J o o Nearsighted about suit. N ' N E E Quarrels with Mrs. J. S. WIFE. S. Just learning bridge. Always forgets the bid. Would much rather read. Quarrels with Mr. J. Better player than YOU. Glares frequently. Quotes authorities. Post mortems with Mrs. J. The bid is no trump. The temperature is high. The problem is to make your grand slam and live. — PAUL ERNST. THE CHICAGOAN 27 The man who feeds millions F.EDSON 'WHITE §peak§ cffc€)d for the mind PEOPLE on six continents depend on him for meat. But in spite of his huge business of hunger-fighting, F. Edson White, president of Armour 5? Company, watches world events closely day by day. He has said: "I know of no better way for a busy man to keep in touch with affairs than to read Arthur Brisbane's column in the Herald and Examiner. "I, myself, turn to it every morning for the really significant news of the day. For out' standing incidents, sound and daring ideas, the important things that men are doing, say ing, thinking ... all over the world. "Brisbane seems in touch with everything that happens — in politics, in business, and in science; as well as with the revealing human actions of the man in the street. And he pre sents every incident he writes about against the greatest background of knowledge I know. "I find information and food for reflection in his column every day." Do you know Arthur Brisbane? He has been called "the one man university," the "modern Montaigne." From the many impor tant things that happen every day, he selects those that are most vital — most interesting to you. He interprets history for you while his' tory is being made. Mr. White left a well-paid position in San Francisco to become a cler\ in the Chicago offices of Armour &° Company. His rise to the presidency of that vast organization forms an epic of ability and perseverance applied to big business Mr. White believes that every young man in Armour Of Company should aspire to the president's chair. To dramatize this ambition the boys at Armour & Company "takeover" the general offices for a short ceremony every year. In the picture at the left Mr. White is turning over the business to George H. Mor\es, office boy 28 TI4ECMICAG0AN Etiquette Leaving one's lip print on a serviette constitutes a major social error — now that HELENA RUBINSTEIN has achieved the perfed indelible lipstick. And frequent lipsticking, being unnecessary, is in poor taste. You will marvel at the rare combina tion of lasting color and soothing beautifying softness in these lipstick masterpieces by Helena Rubinstein — Cubist (i.oo) and Water Lily (1.^5). 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H7ie ST A G E Sneaking of Gilbert and Sullivan By CHARLES COLLINS SAV'OY-ARD: A person given to excessive worship of, and loqua' cious repetition of the traditions of, the Gilbert'and'Sullivan operas. (Fr. Sd- voy, the name of the theatre in London where these operas were first staged, with the suflix 'ard, denoting one who does something excessively.) This is the first formal definition of a word which has crept into colloquial American usage during the past decade. It is recommended to the attention of Professor Craigie, now preparing a dic tionary of the American language at the University of Chicago. Well, then, having made that per fectly clear, I rise to nominate Freder ick Donaghey of The Tribune as the leader of the clan of Savoyards, with the title of King Savoyard the First. All in favor — ? Carried unanimously. (For his right to this rank, see his re- Guy Robertson, Odette Myrtil and De Wolf Ho££er, in order ascend ing, here assist in the excellent musical business derived from Cho£in ,"n "White Lilacs" nightly at the Selwyn. A splendid show, it is. TWtCWICAGOAN 29 view of "The Gondoliers," in which he tells how he was anointed at the Savoy shrine when an infant in arms, and how clear his baby memory is upon all mat ters of "original business.1') THE Savoyards of the Chicago chap ter have been in active session of late, debating furiously over the relative merits of the D'Oyly Carte Company, recently at the Erlanger, and the Win' throp Ames revivals of last season. There is a strong movement in the or' ganization in favor of the Ames shows, in spite of the fact that the D'Oyly Cartes bear the name of and descend in direct line from the first and most famous Gilbert'and'Sullivan impresario. Although only an apprentice Savoy ard, warm in enthusiasm but weak on traditions, and unable to memorise enough of the ritual to pass the third degree, I can settle this argument. The D'Oyly Carte company, which brought four of the famous diversions to brighten our Lenten abstinence, was better than Mr. Ames' decorative troupe. Its performances were the best Gilbert'and'Sullivan to be heard here during the period in which I have been sitting in free aislcseats — and that is a long, long time. This is lese ma jesty, for King Savoyard the First thinks differently. But what are kings for, if not to be dethroned? They were the best. Ipse dixi. THE trouble with all third degree Savoyards is that they know li' brettoes by heart. Beware of any house party that contains a Savoyard, for he will sit himself down at the piano and rattle off Gilbertian lyrics through end' less hours. Being so letter'perfect in all the parts, he does not demand lucid diction from professional interpreters of the holy scripts. At performances where a bewildered neophyte hears lit' tie but meaningless gabble, the true Savoyard will grow rosy with delight and will call high Heaven to witness that words were never put together more cleverly. Mr. Ames' productions, lovely to the eye, were a fog to the ear. I under' stood only 25 per cent of the dialogue, and only 5 per cent of the words in the lyrics. In this failure to communi' cate the content, they were like all other American offerings of Gilbert' and'Sullivan, although somewhat higher in enigmatic quality. But when the LTOyly Cartes gave "The Mikado," "The Gondoliers," CDoxsCLv/ Quufi A TOWER of LOVELINESS 1 ne straight young column of a woman s throat LIFE gave you a proud gift. In the smooth sweep of J your throat there is ageless beauty, and endur ing youth. Strange if you should neglect such loveli ness! Strange if you should let your throat grow old! Look closely. Are tiny criss-cross lines beginning to give your throat a crepe-like texture? You must not permit it; a crepy throat is enough to age a woman s entire appearance. In her long years of studying women's beauty problems Dorothy Gray evolved remarkably successful treatments for preventing crepy throat, and for correct ing it. These treatments are available to Chicago women at the charming Dorothy Gray salon, 900 North Michigan Avenue. For appointments please telephone Whitehall 5421. Here, and at leading shops every where, you may obtain the Dorothy Gray preparations for your home use — the same preparations which have proved successful in the Dorothy Gray salons. DOROTHy GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE, NORTH (Through the arched doorway of the Jarvis-Hunt Building) Salons in: new york los angeles san francisco Washington Atlantic city 30 "I'm Thirsty for Kisses — Hungry for Love" "I'm Thirsty for Kisses — Hungry for Love" Just wait till you hear the Clevelanders do their stuff in these fast fox trots ! "A Little Town Called Home Sweet Home" 4252 "Ploddin' Along"— Earl Butnett and his Los Angeles Biltmore Hotel Orchestra are stirring up the Coast with these fox trots. "Do You Ever Think of Me?" 4217 "Outside"— The Six Jumping Jacks will keep you . stepping to these new fox trots. "That' s Her Now !" 4220 "He, She and Me"— A wow of a fox trot and waltz you can't resist ! Ray Miller and his Orchestra. "The Waltz I Can't Forget" 4258 Always something new on Brunswick Records There* a new snap, rhythm and pep in Brunswick Records PANATROPES.RADIOLAS«RECORDS "Trial by Jury," "The Pirates of Pen' zance," and "Iolanthe," I heard, un' derstandingly, all the dialogue and about 90 per cent of the words of the lyrics. They sang brilliantly; they were jovial of humor; their orchestra was admirable; their stage settings and costumes were handsome — and they let the audiences know, with exquisite clarity of diction, what it was all about. So I discovered new felicities, and fresh quaintnesses, and surprising quirks of humor in these old pieces, which I had seen so often — all except the "The Gondoliers," which is rare in any Gilbert * and ' Sullivan repertory. And I praised the name of D'Oyly Carte and all his seed. And I set it down in my tablets that the first law of the stage is: "Speak the speech trip' pingly on the tongue." And sing it that way also. Ancestors of Musical Comedies GAY CAT: a phrase of American thieves1 slang, meaning a run' away boy who associates with tramps; recently transferred to stage slang, meaning a playgoer who is an addict to the revivals of the old ballad operas of John Gay. This definition refers to current pro' ceedings at The Playhouse. The Chi' cago lodge of Gay Cats is holding a convention there, for "The Beggar's Opera" (born in 1728) is in perform' ance, " and its sequel, "Polly" (nee 1729), is being given on Saturday mat' inees to complete the picture of Geor' gian sauciness. If anyone not a Gay Cat should happen to attend, he will learn that crime in London 200 years ago was taken as humorously by play goers as it is in Chicago today. "The Beggar's Opera," in this quaint, stylized revival, is an old story. It has had at least five engagements here during the past four years. But "Polly" is new. Therefore, let it be said for "Polly" that although bearing all the earmarks and faults of a sequel, it has in some ways more gimp than its predecessor. Captain Macheath, for example, is a more impressive char' acter. In "The Beggar's Opera" the worthy captain's only prowess was sex- ual. As a highwayman he was an utter dumbbell, always walking into ambushes and getting put on the spot with the simplicity of a lamb. BUT in "Polly" he is an impressive pirate, cutting quite a swath in TWE CHICAGOAN Jamaica, Barbados and the Dry Tortu- gas; and when he finds his long'lost Miss Peacham he puts Jenny Diver and the other trulls away forever. The songs in "Polly" are as good as those in "The Beggar's Opera," and the at' mosphere of the piece is that of "Treas- ure Island" rather than the Newgate Calendar. The order of Gay Cats is not exact- ing as to performance, and this fairly capable company satisfies them com' pletely. These Britons would be better, however, if they had taken a few les sons from the D'Oyly Cartes, for out of the hundred or more songs in the two pieces I understood the refrain of only one, which was the immortal "How happy I'd be with either were t'other dear charmer away." "The Beggar's Opera" is an ancestor of the modern theatre. It is the Pithc canihropus erectus of musical comedy. It also originated the stage wisecrack, now so much in fashion. It was writ ten by John Gay and staged by John Rich; therefore, after it had the record- breaking run of sixty-two nights, a Georgian wit remarked: "It has made Rich gay and Gay rich." {Note: The show, alas, has closed.] Are Russians People? INTERPRETIVE dancing, although an art of the theatre, is regarded in the journalism of the town as belonging to the province of the music critic. So I shall not attempt to speak of the rhythmic pleasures of the Isadora Dun' can Dancers, now at the Majestic The atre as exemplars of the ballet tech nique that demands bare feet and the classic Athenian step-in. An account of the graceful maneuvres of these eu genic Russian damsels will no doubt be found on Mr. Pollak's page. But something happened, the night these junior Duncans opened, that ar rested my attention as a theatre-goer. The house was dark; the dance numbers were frequent; and the audience, un able to consult its programs, grew curi' ous about the meaning of all this swift, sweet capering. Finally somebody touched off a cigarette lighter. This inspiration spread through the crowd, and soon there were fifteen or twenty flares burning. Those who didn't carry lighters struck matches. I saw one dance-lover toss two unextinguished matches to the floor — and then I bolted out to report this epidemic of idiocy to the manager, whom I found already swinging into action. TWf CHICAGOAN 31 WHEN the Duncans gave the third part of their program, songs and dances glorifying the Russian revolution, there was tumultuous ap plause. Evidently Soviet partisans were present in force. I then found a theory to explain the unprecedented and dangerous light-striking. "A bol- shevist," I told myself, "is a half-witted child playing with a box of matches." Artist RECENTLY our desk telephone has come through a grave disease. A week ago the instrument evinced symp toms of pathological disturbance. It developed vague chitterings inside, buzzed, balked and sulked. This incu' bation period gave rise to a high fever followed by delirious 'phone calls, all of them hallucinations. Finally, when coma ensued, a repair man was sent for. The artist arrived with his profes' sional black bag; the operation was im mediate and successful. Whatever it was was removed and the 'phone is its old lively self. During the operation we fell into conversation with the telephone sur geon. He was, it appears, new at the 'phone repair business. Before that he was a radio repair man and, he assured us, a good one. Yet radio repairing has its deep de ceptive side. It is a trade too mixed with charlatanism to appeal to an hon est workman. Usually, the telephone man imparted as he drew forth a screwdriver, there was little wrong with a frying radio. Usually a tube had been partially insulated by a bit of dust or there was some trifling de rangement of its contact surfaces. All the repair man had to do was to shake the chassis a few times and there you were. But what did the repair man do? Ah, what indeed? Why, he disman tled the erring radio, laid out an im posing collection of tools and fiddled away an hour at handsome profit to himself. Then, when the owner was not looking, he reached into the in strument and chided the recalcitrant tubes with a mild slap or so until they contacted properly. That's what! Our repairman left the radio busi ness. He is happy with telephones. When a telephone goes wrong it can be fixed, and that is a job for a spe cialist, not a tube slapper. SHERIDAN 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 & Warner sponsoring the unusual. And in 3240 Sheridan Road you will find a synthesis of creative effort by artist and artisan which sets these apartment homes forever apart from the commonplace.. From its foundation, to the topmost cornice of its twentieth story, 3240 has been built with one thought ever dominant: Quality in all things, large and small, external and in ternal, visible and invisible* Please accept our invitation to visit the Model Apartment, planned by Colby's to illustrate the unlimited possibilities for individual expression in these luxurious apartment homes. You are welcome from 9 A. M. to 9 P. M ., every day including Sunday. The vista of golden sunlight on the lurquoise waters of the Yacht Harbor, as seen from the living room, will linger, in your memory. .. . BAIRD ( rpvNDe9 ,-6 Incorporated CO-OPERATIVE HOMES DIVISION 646 N. MICHIGAN AVE. ? CHICAGO, ILLINOIS 32 TWCCWICAGOAN MU/ICAL NOTE/ Honneger, Duncan, Gordon and Koch By ROBERT POLLAK Suggesting for TONIGHT A dinner of super lative excellence in the Main Res taurant of the Brevoort — con venient to the principal thea ters. String quartette, with piano, in a program of such pleasing quality as to suit the high standards maintained in the Brevoort. In the Main Restaurant each eve ning, including Sundays. No cover charge. A highly diversified and different program each evening. ENTRANCE DIRECT OR THROUGH LOBBY THE wittiest repartee that has graced the musical scene for many moons came as a climax to the hectic aesthetical duel between Gene Howe, doughty ed' itor of Amarillo, Texas, and Miss Mary Garden of the Chicago Civic Opera Company. Gene, who acknowledges himself to be the Lone Star Critic, complained that the Civic Opera Company cut its perform' ance of "Thais," thus proving that he is a real glutton for punishment. He further is reported to have said that "Mary was so old she was beginning to totter." A deft stroke, but not too quick for Our Mary. She came back, with the lightning flash of a female Voltaire, as follows: "Why kick a skunk when he's down?" Now who dares say that this is not an elegant and a witty age? The Honeggers THE Honegger family amounted to much more at Orchestra than at Murphy Memorial Hall. The young Frenchman proved to be an interesting conductor, driving his band through the jerky, piston movements of Pacific 231 with short quick lunges of hands and. body, tipping toward the front of the podium, a restless and commanding little figure. He took his wife gently through the concertino for piano. It [is an amusing work which she plays with just the proper amount of facility and light charm. The third move' ment toys a bit with Gershwinitis, a good syncopation or two over a drum- tap base. But these furriners can't write highbrow jazz; like our boy Georgie. Honegger stood alone with the or- chestra through; his "Chant de Niga- mon" (the usher wouldn't let us in to hear this one); the Suite from "Phe' dre," a flat experiment in stage music for a NeO'Grecian drama starring either Helena or Ida Rubenstein, we forget which; the Chant de Joie, a healthy, brassy triumph; the familiar Pacific 231, already one of the pot boilers of modernism; and the new Mouvement Symphonique, "Rugby." If there was any vital punch in the program it was supplied by the last- mentioned work, an apt translation of the swift, abrupt movements of foot ball players into the language of the orchestra. Scored thoughout for strings alone, it nevertheless contrived to give an impression of urgency and strain. And through its woof and warp ran a motive dedicated, we have no doubt, to some Spirit of Athleticism for whom M. Honegger seems to have genuine devotion. The Duncan Disciples IT may be that the earnest contor tions of sundry maidens in ill-fitting red lingerie is still considered art. It may be, too, that the glorious record of Isadora Duncan as a high-priestess of the dance needs to be spread abroad by faithful disciples. But we doubt it. After all if twelve expert Polish pian ists put on blonde wigs and played Liszt they would do little to perpetu ate the legend of Paderewski. La Dun can, too, has become a legend. She was already one when she danced the Pathetique here some six or seven years ago. And the Duncan dancers can do nothing to restore the glory that was Isadora. When Duncan was in her prime Neo- Classicism was an important con tribution to the modern ballet. It re lieved it of much of its stiltedness and stricture by its complete freedom and unconventionality. But now the bal let is interested in other matters en tirely. The gesture of the Duncans seems to be quite futile. A too full evening of crimson-clad sylphs with huge legs, legs pirouetting to inferior compositions of Chopin and Schubert, is no fun any more. Not when there are dancers about like Argentina and Kreuzberg. The Dun cans do achieve a high moment or so in propagandistic song and dance de voted to the cause of Soviet Russia. We are momentarily seduced by the transient beauty of certain gestures and TI4Q 0-IICAGOAN 33 poses and by the hearty cry of young voices. And there is a girl named Tamara who may be a great dancer some day. But all in all we prefer Jack Donahue. The Gordons AFTER a frightful number of re hearsals, one'hundred and sixty according to rumor, the Gordons came out at the Blackstone Theatre with the Schoenberg Quartet. If you regard the work only as a piece of fiendish ugliness, you must nevertheless give the Viennese credit for a consummate craftsmanship and persistence toward the mark he has set for himself. We were in Vienna in 1924 when his Blaser Quintette had its premiere at the Grosses Konzerthaus. The room was jammed. At the conclusion of the work dignified ladies and gentlemen stamped and whistled, booed and cheered, and got on chairs to see the ruckus better. There were even a couple of fist-fights. The plump little Herr Doctor came out and bowed gravely, apparently oblivious to the up roar. He had met so much opposition along the way that it was an old story to him. The Quartet, by reason of its com plete atonality, bites and cuts away, gnaws at the ear with demoniac fer' vour. It is far down the road from "Verklarte Nacht" and the songs of 1898-1900 which first provoked so much hostility. He has mastered the old forms, thrown them aside and re turned to them again to pour peculiar liquids in the old bottles. The Gordons contributed a perform ance little short of perfect. Helen Koch A SLIM blonde pianist named Helen Koch made her debut on Sunday, March 23 at the Studebaker Theatre. It was evidently a social event as well as a concert. Parties of smart young people walked in and out of the hall at frequent intervals, babies cried and were carried out, fashionable ladies in boxes chattered and bowed. But an occasional note carried from the stage and we discovered, through the uproar, that Helen Koch is a capable pianist with courage enough to tackle twelve of the Chopin Etudes in a row and with a peculiar aptitude for the witty trifles of such composers as Poulenc and Aaron Copeland. Spring Song "The flowers that bloom in the spr. ."—no that isn't it . . . what is that subtle melody -which rattles the back door latch of our brain ? . • • wait ... da-de- doh-doo • • • that's it!— the theme song of last night's movie! Almost every modern feature movie has its theme song; in the vast and constantly cur rent record library of ShtwnMAnnk Panatrope <withRadiola there is a good Brunswick record for every outstand ing theme song. You hear it on the air, too ... you have it even more readily accessible in your record file. That's one delight ful feature of this note worthy combination of the -world's finest radio and the world's finest (hon estly ! ) recordings. Offered by E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £* LECTRIC SHOPd 7* W. 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. 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Levering, Manager WHITEHALL 6300 NEWSPRINT R umors an JR umors ofR umors EZRA AFTER being i kept on ice for years, the old rumor of a third morning newspa- per was trotted out a few weeks ago and is creating as much discussion as if it were possible to confirm it. This time, the report is that the Chicago Daily l^lews is debating as to whether to plunge into the morning battle. The T^ews, according to the gossip which is the basis of the discussion, in its new building would be well able mechanically to print a morning as well as an evening paper; it is well execu- tived and staffed, and, most important of all, has plenty of sources for sum- cient finance to carry the thing through. The chances are there isn't much foundation to the yarn. Since the snuffing out of ,the Record-Herald and the establishment of the present lineup, the publishers of Chicago's six daily newspapers of general circulation seem to work pretty well together. There is plenty of competition and jealousies which break into seeming bitterness at times, but on the bigger propositions they seem to be able to reach an amic able arrangement. ON the other hand, prosperity makes publishers restless. The Tribune took a flier at ;the tabloid field in New York and it was a terrific sue cess. It then stepped out of character and put Liberty in the field against the old established Saturday Evening Post. Any national magazine is a long, hard pull and the chances of the Tribune starting any new venture immediately is remote. The Daily T^ews has been showing the same restlessness. With a remark' ably successful newspaper, made into an even greater success in the last two years, the organization would not be human if it were not looking for other worlds to conquer. The Midweek Section is probably just a slight symp' torn. But it is relatively small and can't consume much of the excess en ergy — or money. Probably at every meeting of the more important members of its organi zation, ideas for expansion are tossed out by the dozen. Possibly the morn' ing idea was proposed and liked enough to be discussed several times. Anyway, the thing is highly improbable, but not impossible. What a treat it would be to the sidelines. Three or four years ago, the Examiner might have been put in a very precarious position if the 7<[ews made it a three cornered tilt. The progress the Hearst paper has made in the last two years, however, insures it a position in the morning, if there were three instead of but one more entries. REMEMBER August, 1914? Well, imagine the Tribune if Walter Strong and Charles Dennis tried to lead an expeditionary force in what has almost been the McCormick's by divine right! If you have considered the flarcup between the Tribune and the Examiner real excitement in the past, there are no adjectives sufficiently descriptive to depict what would be in store for you. Speculation on what might happen if an improbable "if" materialized is idle, (unless of course one is collecting on the Coolidge rate of $6'per'Word) but it might be here recorded as a pre' diction that within thirty days after the Tsjetus was in the morning field, the Tribune would be throwing its strength behind the Post or Journal to give the T^ews plenty of action afternoons, and Mr. Hearst would lavish sufficient money on the Examiner to make it j>* ru*k*«v»»-^ TME CHICAGOAN such a paper as there'never'has'been' such'anywhere. So much for that. ANOTHER rumor, even more im' f\ probable than the one above, is that The Chicago Daily Journal has made overtures to purchase The Chi' cago Evening Post. This rumor is re' ported to have gained such general cir' dilation that the owners of the Post saw fit to reassure their employes with printed bulletins that the Post was not for sale under any circumstances. Both the Journal and the Post are good papers. Both unquestionably have a considerable number of very substantial and loyal readers. But it is difficult to see just where Thomason could gain by buying the Post, if it could be purchased. The Journal is making such notice able progress that any interruption of its present program, even at the gain of considerable circulation, does not look advisable. If it took the Post, it would have to incorporate certain fea' tures of the Post to hold the interest and consent of its purchased circuk' tion. Let the Journal advance another twelve months like it has the last, and let the Post continue its campaign for more general recognition, and a mer' ger would probably be a tremendously successful move all the way around. CHICAGO as a whole is just get' ting to know Thomason. This week he casually announces the acquisi' tion of Briggs, the cartoonist, a mighty smart move, and almost simultaneously, the fact that he has obtained the United Press franchise for his paper, in addi tion to the Associated Press. He has obtained Percy Hammond's theatrical letter. The sport page blooms with an exchange of letters be' tween Rogers Hornsby and Lou Gehrig. On the editorial page, A.G.S., who started here I believe as a movie critic, is getting out a column which improves from day to day and is attracting con' tributions from local writers compar' able to any column in the town. Harry Hansen's First Reader continues to be as readable a book column as anyone could wish. The Post has progressed, too. It is livelier, and more readable, and yet has retained all of the old features which gave it prestige. It is difficult to know just who put in the Dorothy Dix page Saturdays, but those things happen. To announce the completion of their beautiful new establishment where in a background rich an atmosphere ana charm, women of taste and discernment may now view the important Spring Fashions . . . original models from Paris and interpretations by Jacques. 545 MICHIGAN AVENUE, NORTH CLOTHES Definitely superior Luxurious, pleasant-to-wear, al most weightless Springtime coats, that offer utmost all-weather, everyday comfort. Hand needled of a fabric woven entirely from fleecy-napped, silky Llama's hair — naturally chill-proof, shower proof and fadeless. Llamando Topcoats by Walter Morton $90 In Chicago: I S. La Salle St. New Hotel Sherman 900 North Michigan Ave. Michigan Ave. at Monroe St. DETROIT MILWAUKEE MINNEAPOLIS ST. PAUL 36 TUE CHICAGOAN Facing the Lake and Lincoln Park (Mugo'sSnuirfatJparhMntj/otet SHEivvyQi ¦npxo or stay sn&sr AT the northern gate XjL. way to Lincoln Park, just ten minutes from the Loop, here you find living quarters of unusual value. Apartments that contain every comfort and con' venience. . . . Service that anticipates every need and every wish. . . . Surround' ings that delight those who enjoy truly fine things. . . . Rentals that permit luxury without ex' travagance. A few desirable arrange' ments available for immc diate occupancy. Reser vations made now will secure choice accommo' dations for May leases. & ChkagdsimmidJparhnattJklel SHEJVDXi ^CflD W SWR? STREET Direction of Phil. C. Caldwell Telephone Bittersweet 3800 La Salle A Street of the Town (Begin on page 16) but try and get out for less than two dollars! It is a Schlogl's, but of bonds instead of books. Easier on the purse but harder on the arches is Harding's Sandwich Shop, a shrewd capitalizing of the beloved free lunch. Will we ever get over a feeling of delightful worldliness and wickedness as we drape ourselves over a bar? John P. Harding thinks not, and throws in real food to cinch the argument. At the B& G Sandwich Shops and Thayers, sustenance is deliv ered with startling rapidity and eaten even more so. If you are a bright boy with the soul of a traveling salesman you can toss badinage each day with the same waitress. The female aris tocracy of the Street have a penchant for Allegretti's or De Met's, where a complete lack of sustenance is delivered at startling prices. The office sheiks like it, too. At the tearooms whipped cream, like charity, covers a multitude of sins. You wish to take your stenog rapher to lunch? There's always the Blue Room at the La Salle. If your friends see you, they may be in the same boat. The anointed of Mammon patronize the Attic and the Midday Clubs, to dine well, to discuss the means of acquisition with beseeming depreca tion and well modulated voices, to be assured of freedom from vulgar con tacts. SOME day when I have retired with my million I am going to write a book entitled, "How to Develop Sales Resistance." Its sale should be enor mous on La Salle Street among men ambitious to do a day's work in a day's time. It will tell succinctly how to get a lady insurance agent out of your of' fice without being rude; how to deter mine the cost of the set of books to be sent you free for a letter of endorse ment; how to cope with the flapper in knickers who is walking from Seattle to Florida and would be so helped if you would take a two-year subscription to Snappy Stories; how to spot a bond salesman if he is not wearing a carna- tion. At the moment I know the answer to none of these questions. EVENING. The lighted windows die like huge fireflies fading into the dark. The corridors echo with the retreating footsteps of some late toiler. Gnarled people shuffle wearily about with brooms and pails, carting off the debris of a dead business day. The last car laden with theatre-goers whirls off. The last window is blotted out. Only the dim entrance lights gleam wanly on the sidewalks. The buildings are a towering blackness flanking a narrow slit of sky. It is night on La Salle Street. Urban Phenomena Death TWO o'clock of a rainy afternoon we idled in a friend's apartment. Not a good district but one in which rents are cheap and skylights available for a painter. Across the street a shabby man fastened a wreath to the nail that supported a rusty mail box. A death. Undoubtedly. Somebody dead. A string of cars, all alike, nosed up the wet sidestreet. Their occupants, men mostly, were brief in visiting the house. Six men idled about the dingy lawn as if waiting for something. A young man arrived in a car rather more swiftly driven than the rest, ran THE CHICAGOAN 37 up the steps, his hat crushed under his arm, blonde hair flying. A brief pause and he reappeared wiping his eyes. Im mediately, a man descended carrying a child's white casket. This he placed in the arms of the blonde young man already seated in a car. The six idlers formed a kind of little procession to their own cars. Flowers were borne out, an astonishing number of pieces. Last, a young woman in mourning sup ported by an elderly neighbor were helped into their vehicle. The funeral procession moved away. A man reached from the doorway. Removed the wreath from its place over the mail box. The street again was gray rain. The time : 2:15. — G. K. Shakespeare A YOUNG Vassar graduate recently i had the good fortune to be en gaged by Mr. Winthrop Ames to play the part of Jessica in his current pro duction of "The Merchant of Venice," starring George Arliss. Her pet experience took place en route between a run in a middle west ern city and Chicago. The company had just boarded the Chicago bound train and installed themselves in their usual fashion in their private car. Mr. Arliss had been bundled into the draw ing room with his bags and his valet and his parrot and a great deal of fuss, and the rest of the company were set tling themselves in the rest of the car. The colored Pullman maid came through with paper hat bags, and stopped in front of "Jessica." She seemed socially inclined. "Is you a trooper?" she asked. "Why, — yes," answered Jessica. "Is you Music, or is you Dramer?" she continued. "I — why — we're Dramer," answered the surprised Jessica. "I coulda told you was Dramer," chuckled the maid confidentially, I sorta tell by the expression on the ladies' faces!" A few minutes later she passed through the car, and again stopped to question. "What's the name of your show?" "It's Shakespeare's "Merchant of Venice," she was told. She paused. Then she nodded to ward the closed door of Arliss's draw ing-room and whispered : "Is dat Mis- tah Shakespeare?" — R. F. MAE MURRAY IN PERSON ( The Princess M'Divani ) WITH WILLIAM MOFFA, AND HER GUATEMALA MARIMBA BAND in the Greater Show Season Stage Production "Beautiful Princess" North Side Week of April 6 GRANADA Sheridan & Devon West Side Week of April 13 MARBRO Madison St., 4100 W. Extra Luxuries Beyond the famed appoint ments — the refined beauty, the lavish spaciousness of Hotel Shoreland apartments, still extraluxuriesmakelivinghere mostenjoyable. So each apart ment is supplied with softened, filtered hot water — softer than rain water. For the skin and complexion this soft water has no rival. It gives foods cooked in it a tenderness and flavor unknown before. While only a detail, it is one of many fea tures which have attracted Chi cago's most notable clientele. HOTEL SIIOBELAI1) Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake Plaza lOOO 38 TWE CHICAGOAN 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 If it be known to your friends that you seek new living quarters, you will probably be asked, "Why not the Pearson?" The reasons why so many prefer the Pearson are quite logical . . . Next- door'to'the-Loop convenience ... in a near North Side neighborhood of almost suburban quiet. Food of a character that draws daily patronage from great distances. Pleasantly- varied menus . . . and an atmos phere throughout of genuine home comfort. The lake is close by . . . and Lincoln Park. Loop-bound buses pass the Pearson's door . . . and Michigan Avenue is only a block away. Prices are agreeably moderate ... In rec' ognition of the sound reasons why modern people prefer apartment-hotel living, there are no kitchenettes at the Pearson. A 200-car garage close by. We shall be pleased to have you call today to see some espe cially choice accommodations. The PEARSON HOTEL 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 Dailv Rates- Sin2le' $5-50 t0 $600 Uaily Kates. Double. $5.00 to $7.00 Special Monthly Rates Upon Application The CWICACOCNNE Easter. Ho, Hum and How By ARCYE WILL IF you have taken the Easter parade seriously, you have, no doubt by now, done a great deal of poking around to find just what you wanted. Easter styles this year have brought us many ideas most seasonably suitable. Among them the great prevalence of the small flowered prints, mid-victorian softness of line and much use of the old fashioned jabot, dainty organdy waists and little ruffles everywhere. At Marguerite, 660 Rush Street, one of the oldest and most favored estab lishments in town, a Maggy Rouff model epitomises the new trend. Black satin back crepe with a very full circular skirt folding over in back. High waist line and for trimming on a V neck, tiny tucking of white satin ending in a small jabot, the same idea carried out on the sleeve and the edge of the fold over in skirt finished with a small pleating of the black, satin side out. A CHANEL sport or morning model, of black kasha and pink Angora jersey, is also most effective. The short coat has rounded corners and unusual flare cuffs. The skirt also of the black has a large inverted pleat center front with the same rounded corner effect. The blouse is simply trimmed with the Chanel three ties and the whole costume is topped off with a large bunch of pink carnations on one shoulder. An evening frock, marvelous for dancing, is of chiffon (which, by the way, is far the most popular for eve ning, even though almost every mate rial is shown). A full skirt made of different lengths which are latticed at the waist. The skirt ends with wide bands of black tulle which hang way to the ground. The waist is perfectly simple, with the exception of one rhine- stone strap and on the other a huge single chiffon flower. Model by Moly neux. Margaret Hoover Studio, 627 Grove Street, Evanston, makes a specialty of Venetian wool work on sport suits. These range from $85 to $125, de pending on the material chosen. An gora suits of gray with a small spotting of white are joined at all seams with gray wool crochet. The coat is three- quarter length and the waist is of silk any color desired. Orders take from ten days to two weeks to be filled. Wide belts of this same work in many colors are often worn with the all white kasha suits or may be purchased alone for $25. THEY also are the only distributors of Caledonia cloth. A loosely woven homespun. Skirts and scarf sell for $28.50 and are to be worn with a sweater of a complimentary color. The Maclntyre and Leslie clan coloring ap pealed to me the most, and for sport wear I can think of nothing nicer. "The modern awakening to color val ues and combinations has not passed the gardeners," they say at Vaughans, 10 West Randolph Street. This time of year the store is crowded with those to whom twelve acres under cultivation brings no more joy than those whose sole possession is a window box. Of course they have many new seeds, chosen especially for their new tints and size. Larger and more beautiful zinnias, petunias, snapdragons, calen dulas and larkspur, though these are only a very few of the long list which have made great advances. For the amateur gardener they have a large stock of books dealing with lit tle-known annual flowers. Also every sort of garden tool, bird house and all the free advice and direction even the most timid will require. And just to please me, do plant some of the Portulaca Double Best Mixed and Salpiglossis Vaughan's Special Mixture, both annuals. TO occupy a kindergarden graduate during the summer, they have all basket making materials, including in struction books. These are fascinating to make and not at all hard to do. The Italian Shop at 619 North Mich igan Avenue, to assimilate the fitting atmosphere enter through the flag paved courtway with iron signs. Among a great assortment of glass ware you will find some new and inter esting patterns by Jean Sala and some lovely plates from Perugia. They also have some exceedingly good antiques. imCMICAGOAN Two very long Venetian painted cabi nets have beautiful coloring and are $100 apiece. Another pair of three drawer painted cabinets are $165 a pair. They have many lovely lunch sets, runners, etc., particularly attractive to me a. Madonna Catarina refectory tablecloth patterned after a Catherine de Medici sampler with very beautiful old mediaeval designs. Price, $110. A STARR BEST, corner of Wa- ? bash and Randolph, has aban doned us poor women entirely. They have made over the store for just men and boys, and in so doing have made more than a good job of it. On the first floor has been added a gift section filled with all sorts of im ported leather cases and every sort and kind of smoking accessory. The second floor looks like a club room. A fireplace with great big com fortable chairs and davenport to relax in while gazing at the latest thing in suits. These, by the way, range from $60 to $100 and are mostly made of imported materials. Antiques are scat tered all around and it's a great place to bring friend wife for her approval. (Best will have a hard time getting rid of us that way!) The third floor is entirely for Junior. Toile de Jouy paper in red and white and the fitting rooms decorated with marine lamps. Everything complete, just like Dad's. WP. NELSON at the Drake • have some lovely new lamps to be used in a summer home. Light colored pottery with hand painted parchment shades ranging in price from $2? to $65 complete. Many new and unusual patterns of crystal glassware, and some good look ing American glassware toilet bottles striped and in irridescent colors — and heavy pots to be filled with ivy or a plant. These latter would look excep tionally well on a teakwood stand. The furniture is, of course, most at tractive. A chippendale couch covered with antique tapestry in shades of green and tan is extra so. Price, $2,500. A new idea in dressing tables is to have them made with a glass top and the skirt part made of rubberized ma terial so that they can be used in a bathroom. Priced from $50 up. B E A U T Y' S B E S T MILKY-WAY MASSAGE AND CLEANSING CREAM, the ALL PURPOSE CREAM, pure enough to eat (literally). MILK-EGG BLEACH PACK (dehydrated Sweet Milk and Egg Whites), the most wonderful astringent, refining the skin, and with added uses in cases of Acne, Scar-tissue, Superfluous Hair, Double Chin, etc., etc MILKY-WAY POWDER BASE CREAM, the perfect Foundation and Finishing Cream which will not dry the skin. are the safest, sanest, most effective and rejuvenating way to Skin Beauty MILKY-WAY TISSUE AND NIGHT CREAM, where a heavier Beal Skin Food is needed. MILKY- WAY MUSCLE OIL, to tone up and invigorate the tiny nerves and muscles of the face, neck, arms and hands. MILK-ALMOND MEAL, a luxury to use In stead of soap, supplying the oils, cleansing and whitening features necessary to beautiful hands. Buy aii sites at Marshall Field 8C Company toilet counters Loren Miller 8C Co. Selected Beauty Shops in all parts of the city sell MILKY-WAY products and give ^Nlll IKY WAY Ask u* your nearest shop. 536 Lake Shore Drive to BEAUTY" FACIALS THE MILKY-WAY COMPANY Delaware 2572 "The skilled craftsman, vthose pride in his work o'ershadows all else" Period Paneling Timbered and Wooden Ceilings Planked Floors Doorways Individual Pieces Prifcrgtug tfje <§ap WHEN the architect's work is finished and you are confronted with the necessity of decision on interior woodwork and decoration — then is the time to consult Kelly Interior Crafts. You will find, as have countless others, that Kelly Interior Crafts, in perfect harmony with architect and decorator, assume a burdensome task to your com plete satisfaction. &eltp interior Crafts Co. Chicago, 111. Workshop and Studio 905-09 North Wells St. 40 THE CUICAGOAN Vhat oGmdcm- Ttie CnMmi far 7$M>QMohfo 7he Taj BfeJhal* GamJbay Soke MonzT)svim Hotel V/ie CINEMA A Few Very Ill-Humored Remarks By WILLIAM R. WEAVER I HAVE just * sped Messrs. Coughlin and Kar' son on their gay way to Mr. Har' raon's opening ex' ercises, where they will see beefy gen' tlemen flail each other as becomes unfettered citizens of a free country who feel so disposed. I have heard Mr. Charles Collins' report of an un' trammeled evening at the Playhouse in attendance upon "The Beggars Opera" and Miss Susan Wilbur has mentioned highlights of a carefree fortnight be tween book eovers. NUr does Mr. Bur' ton Browne's account of an evening passed at an up'to'date cafe on the North Side include reference to official supervision. Whereas my lot has been the cinema and a censorship that surpasseth understanding. Or does it? The motion pictures of the fight ob' served by Messrs. Coughlin and Kar' son may not be transported legally beyond the boundary line of Illinois. The setting of "The Beggar's Opera" may not be utilized as the setting of a motion picture exhibited within the corporate limits of Chicago. Not one of a given dozen novels read by Miss Wilbur may be reproduced upon the screen, although any or all may be pro' duced upon the stage. Cafe scenes far more sedate than those described by Mr. Browne were cut bodily from Col' leen Moore's current picture, "Why Be Good?" I begin to feel discrimi' nated against. I don't like it. I submit that I have as good right to see a motion picture of a boxing match as Messrs. Coughlin and Karson to see the match itself. I argue that I would be no more soiled by viewing the setting of "The Beggar's Opera" on the United Artists screen than Mr. Collins is by seeing it on the Play house stage, and if I'd rather consume Mr. Meyer Levin's "Reporter" in seventyfive minutes at the Oriental than three hours in my library I recog' nize no good reason why I should not be permitted to do so. As I get no great kick out of cafe dancing, I'll pass that point. But I'm tired of being protected, coddled, educated and bored stiff by the Chicago board of motion picture censorship. Aren't you? I'VE an idea that "Chinatown Nights" is bad enough at best. The idea of Florence Vidor as an "uptown lady" who goes to the dogs for Wal lace Beery is unpleasant enough with- out looking at the picture. But the censors didn't think so. They seem to have feared that local exhibition of this impossibility would result in a stampede of aristocratic Chicago maids and matrons to Archer Avenue, if that's where the local Chinatown be gins, and so they denatured the story. Here they removed the action. There they silenced the talking apparatus so that Mr. Beery's instructions to his cut throats might not sully pure Chicago ears. Here and there both action and dialogue are gone. Nothing is left save the impression that what was removed must have been tremendously thrilling or scandalous or sensational or other wise interesting stuff. The complete picture cannot possibly have been so bad as the remnants suggest. But "Why Be Good?" was a first rate little yarn. Colleen Moore dem onstrated the case of the modern young woman, lower middle class, who doesn't get taken to dances if she flaunts her virtue in the old'fashioned manner. Later, after a good deal of well pointed commentary on metro politan adolescence as it is conducted on Wilson avenue, Sixty'third street and points west, she demonstrated that factual virtue is still the substantial asset it has been all these centuries. But could she demonstrate this for Chicago adolescents? Oh my no. The protracted embrace of such a young man as pays the Aragon a handsome dividend is eliminated entirely; this throws the musical score out of synchronization with the picture, and so a number of scenes previously ex hibited are repeated to take up die time. And so on and so on, here a view of a lady's knee, there a subtitle that mentions gin, anon a photograph of such a bedroom as may be seen in any State street window — all out, ban ished. Why? tt4E CHICAGOAN THE truthful answer is pitiful. Many years ago professionally good people of the Town drove a cen' sorship ordinance through the council. Vote-loving aldermen gave the police department a censor board. Citizens who can pass a civil service examina tion proving them capable of enforcing rules written by the above mentioned good people, at a salary somewhat less than that of a street car conductor, carry on the work. The good people have turned long since to prohibition and other modern interests of greater charm. The police department is too busy to pay attention. The aldermen don't care either. And Balaban fc? Katz haven't taken the trouble to blind the board members with presents. Somehow, this latter indifference car ries a sting. Stofi and Go The Iron Mask: Douglas Fairbanks' and die Town's best picture. [Go.] Thb Ghost Talks: Haunted houses, comic detectives, nothing important. {Stop.} WHY Be GOOD: The censors got this one. {Spare yourself.] Chinatown Nights: The censors got this one, too, but it was terrible before that. [Forget it.] On Trial: Once a stage play built like a movie, now a movie built like a stage play. [Try it.] The Wolf Song: Lupe Veles sings again and I think she's terrible. [I wouldn't.] Queen of the Night Clubs: Texas Guinan in a night club with built-in murders and allied appurtenances. [I did.} True Heaven: The sort of picture they would make after "Seventh Heaven" made a million dollars. [If you can stand another Armistice ending.] The Trail of '98: All about the Klon dike, by experts. [Look.] In Old Arizona: The best talking pic ture at press deadline. [Look and listen.] THE Dummy: The worst talking picture at press deadline. [Drive on.] The Wolf of Wall Street: Proving George Bancroft still better with bene fit of voice. [Sit near the middle, about half way back.] The Red Dance: Dolores Del Rio in Red Russia and not much of a dance. [Not unless you've seen the others.] Tide of Empire: "The Covered Wagon" missing on two cylinders. [No.] The Doctor's Secret: A talkie that is talked about. [Yes.] LUCKY Boy: Georgie Jessel in tearful and terrible tribute to Al Jolson. [By no means.] Wild Orchids: Greta Garbo'all aquiver. [If you've gone Garbo.] Captain Lash: Victor McLaglen with out a battle. [Omit.] On Lake Geneva GOLFING, TENNIS, SWIMMING, BOATING, FISHING BILLIARDS AND POOL, GYMNASIUM BEAUTIFUL BALL ROOM OPEN ALL YEAR 'ROUND Our members enjoy these privileges at minimum expense. Our Roster is comprised from Chicago's leading Gentile families. A few memberships are now available to those who can qualify. Ample accommodations, excellent cuisine. Apply LINDEN LODGE COUNTRY CLUB 134 N. 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This year's advance bookings foretell even greater numbers . . . with the help of two more new six-day marvels. And we're now building a five-day giantess, the 40,00Oton Empress of Britain. It's the modern as well as the interesting way to go . . . up- to-the-minute-in-everything, with prices that make staying at home a social offense. Through-trains from Chicago to Montreal, or direct to shipside at Quebec. Three to five sailings a week to England . . . France . . . Scotland . . . Ireland . . . Belgium . . . Germany. 'to and from the ORIENT White Empresses from Vancouver to Yokohama in ten days; then China, Manila. next winter s CRUISES New features on Round the World . . . South America-Africa . . . Mediterranean . . . West In dies Cruises. [ The earlier you book, the better your selection of rooms. Feel free to ask our service man to visit you, or send information. JR. S. Elworthy Steamship General Agent 71 B. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. Telephone Wabash 1904 ] Canadian Pacific World's Greatest Travel System Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Cheques — Good the World Over Through Chicago With Knife and Nafikin (Begin on page 19) tion on their fore heads; their jowls have gone numb, their eyes listless. At the mild dessert they have waved a feeble napkin in defeat. FOR Ireland's is an eating palace de voted to sea foods alone. And its offerings are bewildering in variety and preparation. If a diner refuse one variety of oyster, then he has escaped only one pitfall — there are exactly 38 kinds and conditions of oysters yet be fore him, each one as seductive as its predecessor. One counts bluepoints and rock- aways, cape cods, mattitucks, lynn- havens and cotuits. These are on the shell. Or fried lovingly by a cunning oyster cook. They may be broiled, too, on toast, with celery sauce or with mushrooms. Yet if the diner is proof against these, what chance has he against the creatures stewed in milk and in cream, brewed in the manner of Boston, or frittered in the tradition of Baltimore or New Orleans. He has very little chance. Yet even if he evades all these his gullet will cry out at the magnificent display of oyster roasts: In the shell, in the pan, in the California manner with pepper. Oysters are steamed and served with butter sauce. They come bubbling and babbling a la Rockefeller. They are au gratin and escalloped. They appear brochette, casino, cardinal and newburg. They arrive a la Nep tune, or creamed on toast. Well, in the end the eater at Ireland's orders oysters. BUT supposing even that he escapes the oysters by resolute forbearance of gluttony, then the clams take his sinful eye. Little necks, and cherry stones, and princess bays, and qua- haugs. Boiled, steamed, stewed, fried, roasted minced and naked, there are 14 clam dishes. Not counting the soups and broths. And yet, men have denied themselves these dishes. Men have plunged hungry and resolute down the menu to the crimson caption: SHELL FISH. Alas, here is a very abyss of gluttony yawning like the caverns of the sea itself. One counts 21 snares in the preparation of lobster alone. Twenty- one ways, the red-backed crawler is brought to table. He may come gal lantly in his own armor, boiled, alas, alive but still gracious in his inherent dignity. He may come a la newburg, a la maryland; he may come broiled and stuffed; he may come steamed, or as curry. There are gaudier ways: If the diner choose, lobster is prepared in the following fashions: Brochette, Walter Williams, cardinal, bordelaise, Mexican style, Spanish style, with Ravigot sauce, a la Ireland, swanwick or gaszolo. And these embroideries, too, are the appointed panoply of crabs when they fare forth to meet a high destiny. Lobsters and crabs — let the diner sigh and motion for a waiter. THE man approaches. If he is a chivalrous waiter he takes the or der and says nothing. But if he would urge further effort he points to the shrimp family, Creole, and Ireland, and peeled, and with mayonnaise and with omelette. But halt — thus far in this recital not one word has been spoken of fish. And Ireland's is a fish house as well as a lobster house. As well as the lobster grotto with its great ceilinged Lord of Lobsters winking a baleful eye over the tables, Ireland's boasts the Marine Din ing Room, a neat ship's eating parlor comfortably scuttled on Clark street. Turn to a list of scaled and bony fishes. Let the eye wander voluptuous- TI4ECUICAG0AN 43 I GRAN ADVBNTU IN GOLF I oCAID out by Donald J. Ross on an inspir ing terrain that gave every natural advan tage; seasoned by ten years of constant play; comfortably playable 300 days a year; ser viced by a Club House complete to the last detail; praised by mast ers of the game; no other course is quite like Broadmoor ! Now another 18-hole course is being built, soon to be opened. In the Club House, a new $50,000 addition affords a gymnasium, game courts, lounges, a grill, kitchen, and ballroom. And right at the course is one of the world's truly fine hotels ! BROADMOOR 1 COLORADO SPRINGS HOME OF THE FAMOUS MAN1TOU 1 SPARKLING WATERS Always open. Write for complete J "" "^information; your questions will -~f=^ be answered Jj ly, the palate capering after the senses. Ha! Here are white fish, blue fish, red snapper and butterfish. Fish out of the lakes and rills, fish out of the ocean. Fish — one notices the lordly pompano — out of heaven itself. Ha! Here are Bass and Pike and Pickerel and Sword- fish and Trout and Salmon — knights errant every one of them, fierce, vora cious, arrogant fellows. Well, let them try conclusions now! Here is steel for them, the rogues! They that live by the sword — Ha! Bring butter and Saratoga chips and green corn and perhaps a sauce for a winding sheet. No honest trencherman with a heart in his bosom will suffer these scourges of the water to go unchastened! Haro! Hu2;2;a! Trumpets! Bring them on, the villains! BUT what of the other fishes? What of the scuttling flounder, the in nocent perch, the mild smelt and the oafish halibut, the sole, the mackerel, the finnan haddie and the armorless bull head? They have never borne arms in brook or ocean. Ah well, the world is too good for these. They are used to suffering. They are resigned. Doubtless they take great joy in martyrdom. And it is a sad evil thing to refuse the martyr's crown. Bring them in, but gently. Gently. ONE may do ample justice at Ire land's. There is time and to spare. One can return to sit in judg ment again and again; the restaurant is open until 4 a. m. Only make an early appointment with the bench, choose carefully, eat slowly so that no single merit may be lost through hasty dining. Top off with a modest cup of coffee. Perhaps an ice for dessert Creams do not go well with sea food. Then pass out quietly, leaving an ample tip. It is not necessary, as Bur ton Browne alleges, to offer two tips: one to the waiter and one to the door man who will enter, if such be the crisis, and carry the gorged diner to his car. I am reliably informed that Jim Ireland permits no charge for this serv ice when rendered. It is the noblesse oblige of a courtly table warrior to one vanquished on a fair cloth. CONSIDER the Schmaltz Fat Herring Appetizer. Was ever more poetic line. How blythely each syllable falls! Here is material for verse. Nay, here is the verse : ROCK Island ^M The Direct Line from the East to Pike's Peak Colorado Springs Manitou Quickest time via the shortest line is never more desirable than when your destination is Col orado Springs. So many things to see! So many amusements to enjoy! 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Name _ _ Address, 44 TWE CHICAGOAN i 5 Nights to Europe IN THE LLOYD'S NEW GIANT TWIN FLIERS BREMEN AND EUROPA is a good way to describe your passage, for night life will be a feature of these two sensational liners,what with chic restaurants on the sun (or moon) decks, far away from the residential sec tions of the ship, and no curfew, or any other imped iments to pleasure i First Sailing from New York July 27 1 Speed to Europe on Lloyd's new de luxe express liners, or travel more leisurely at lower rates by Lloyd's CABIN FLBET. The fleet includes BREMEN-EUROPA COLUMBUS. BERLIN DRESDEN. MUENCHEN STUTTGART -KARLSRUHE To insure your reservations for the Summer and Fall Sailings, Book Now! Write for our Brochure P'3. NORTH GERMAN Lloyd 130 W. Randolph St., Chicago or your local agent t A Ballade To That Notable Vorsfieiss THE SCHMALTZ FAT HERRING APPETIZER By GONFAL Gallants seated down to dine Wise in lore of bread and meat Knowing soup and sauce divine Fish and pastry, yet complete Wisdom ere again ye eat; Here is food for king or kaiser, Savory, pungent, lucious, sweet: The Schmaltz fat herring appetizer! Lo, when listed viands shine And a cunning cook doth beat Hard upon the steak, and brine Compasseth the rosy beet; While the cabbage, as is meet, Tender grows in salt, and wiser, Bow to these, so first ye greet The Schmaltz; fat herring appetizer! Silver fish on silver tine, Lord of Ocean's fast retreat, Lapped in vinegar of wine Crowned with snowy onion neat Spice and savor all replete Set before the gormandizer — Curse on him who dares delete The Schmaltz fat herring appetizer! UEnvoi Prince, thy pious wrath incline On that noodle, knave or miser Who shall in this realm malign The Schmaltz fat herring appetizer! FROM 11 a. m. until 8:30 p. m., North Dearborn street is pleasant' ly freighted with the definite odors of a notable kitchen somewhere in its hundred block. Doubtless the true diner might seek out this kitchen by his nose alone, and so come to rest at a table set by Alex Schwartz, in what Mr. Schwartz terms ""The Original Little Hungarian Res' taurant." But if a moderate indulger at victuals will cast his eye over the block, he may easily discover a tinny sign at number 117 proclaiming the whole secret. He has then but to en' ter up a flight of white marble stairs, turn left past the ample cashier (every one is ample at Schwartz') and come to attention with a menu before him. Briefly, he will have come into a Jewish restaurant and into the tradi' tional cookery of Mittel'Europa done, to be sure, under the tolerant Mogen David, so that calories are Kosher and matzos, strudels, dumplings, livers and herrings smile blandly from the printed page. JEWISH cooking is rich, spiced, opulent and expansive. It is not tricked out in the French manner, nor reserved in demonstration after the English. Take the roast goose, for in' stance, with green apple sauce. Goose handsomely baked and annointed with garlic. A keen apple flavor to cut through to any cloyed palate. Soups with the faintly decadent flavor of liver dumplings. Herring, sleek and spiced and strong to command the palate to attention. Here is red horseradish for a relish, the so'called zwickje. Con- summe de ravoli with, Herr Gott und Mussolini with \reploch. Consider the staple sirloin, but here served with garlic. Or eggs scrambled with matzos. Or imported goose liver from Budapest fried with onion. Or Gedaempfte Brust mitt Grisz 7<ludel what bold gastronomic adventure awaits the chooser of this! Here are potted breast with noodles. Goose giblets with garlic. Meat dumplings mitt spaetzle. The diner draws a long breath. FOR desserts, Schwartz's becomes a little complicated. If the meal is a bit robust, the linguistics of desserts are terrific. Excellent cherry strudel is glibly enough ordered. So is the Rus sian rum torte. But how of J^usz Rollade, Vienna Mandel Kipfel, Lek' war Dec\erl? Or that luscious after' dinner sweet, the Turos Gombocz. A mere goy stands tongue tied before these. Having eaten, survey Schwartz'. It is not fashionable. Indeed, it is some- what shirt sleeve. But its tables are open to artists, professional men, ac tors, glittering folk from the wealthy- Town. Men and women who come to THE CHICAGOAN 45 BETWEEN THEACTS LITTLE CIGARS WELL KNOWN MEMBERS OF THE BETWEEN THE ACTS CLUB 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 15cto know how good these little cigars are. If your dealer ean't supply you, mail 15c (stamps or coins) for a package. P. Lorillard Co., Inc., 119 West 40th St., New York City. © P. Lorillard Co., Est. 1760 Savov- Plaza Van/AJost-bexbit % Fifth Amie, fifty eiahth to h% ninth staetr- directly adjacent to the new fashion, and chopping center. Overlooking Central Park with its lake* and knoll* especially refreshing during the spring and summer month*. \Jamr management as Hotel Pltua J dine heartily, smoke a while in silence, talk perhaps, and a little regretfully leave Budapest for Dearborn street. The New Efficiency YOUR Efficiency Engineer begs to submit his report. On his rounds about this town, he notes several time and labor saving devices as practiced by the busy man of affairs in this Age of Progress. 1. Halsted at Van Buren — A col' ored man driving a skinny horse at tached to a wagon containing basket coal. The driver reins in his horse, dismounts and prepares to deliver a basketful of coal. He removes his overcoat and drapes it carefully over the rear end of the horse. Upon re turning, he puts on the overcoat, and drives on. The horse keeps warm; the coat keeps warm. 2. At Randolph Street Station, I.C. — Car cleaner using coal hod, fresh from active service in station, to carry cracked ice for water coolers in S. In- sull's South Shore trains. 3. At 205 South La Salle— Rising magnate, now selling bonds, borrows telephone directory from information clerk while awaiting audience with "private office." Jots down new pros- pects, phones, etc., and so counts no moment lost. 4. Reported to investigator by a Public Relations Counsel, while both on dead run for a Sip and Bite lunch counter. — The P. R. C. says he never stops on the street to tie his shoe string, but saves this duty until such a time as he is waiting for an elevator. 5. Elevator man in the City Club. — He is studying art, and spends all time while waiting for rings in sketch ing.- Likes calls to top floor because he can get in a few strokes with the pen cil on a trip of that distance. 6. At Van Buren Street Station — A commuter whose office is at Monroe and Clark, after elaborate pacing-off operations, has calculated that, unless one is a crow, the shortest possible route from train to office goes thus: Up stairs at north end of platform to Jackson street bridge, west on bridge to footpath branching off right, over Art Institute terraces and out on Michigan at Theodore Thomas statue. Thence to Adams and by usual trail to Clark and Monroe. This, he an nounces, is 642 steps shorter than the route through the station tunnel. —Ralph Hartmann. IS THERE A REVOLUTION IN THE WORLD OF FASHION? Baron de Meyer and Marjorie Howard answer this interesting question in their high lights on the Paris Openings in the April issue. Assisted by the foremost fashion artists of Paris, they tell the com plete and vivid story of the cou turiers' collec tions that sound the keynote of summer fashions Harper's Bazar on the news-stands now 46 THE CHICAGOAN ALLERTON HOUSE Official Residence Intercollegiate Alumni Association Composed of 98 Colleges To live here is to be at home — when away from home! 701 N. Michigan at Huron Chicago Extensive Comfortable Lounges Resident Women's Director Special Women's Elevators Fraternity Rooms Ball and Banquet Rooms Circulating Library Billiards Chess Cafeteria Athletic Exercise Room Allerton Glee Club in Main Dining Room Monday at 6:30 P. M. World's Largest Public Indoor Golf Course 18 Holes — Sand Greens ALLERTON HOUSE WEEKLY RATES PER PERSON Single - - $12.00— $20.00 Doable - - $8.00— flS.OO Transient - - $2.50 — $ 3.50 Descriptive Leaflet on Request CHICAGO CLEVELAND NEW TORE 1 L^K sjl BOOK/ A Local Dofiesheet By SUSAN WILBUR SOMEBODY ought to make up a definition of the term Chicago author. Or per' haps it would be enough if Chicago authors were once and for all defi- n i t e 1 y, classified like stockholders, as Class A: authors born here, regardless of what they have done since. Class B: authors whose husbands or wives own property here. Class C : authors who have at one time or another been pupils of Robert Morse Lovett. (The largest class, since it in' eludes (1) parts of the other two, (2) most of the famous younger American authors who now use New York or Paris for a postmark, and (3) Charles Collins.) Class D: Prior Preference: authors who actually live here. THE Chicago author immediately in question this week — Frances Gillmor — being quite definitely a class C author. She isn't in town at the moment, nor does her book contain a single hint of ancestral brownstone, but on the other hand she is said to have attended Lake View High and the Uni' versity of Chicago. Though even this would not be suspectible from "Thumb' cap Weir," which sounds for all the world as though she had lived at least her whole life on the shores of the Bay of Fundy. It is now some years since "Maria Chapdelaine" swept the country. If you are too young to have known any thing about that book, "Thumbcap Weir" may strike you something as the Chapdelaine one struck your ancestors. Otherwise you may think of it as the sort of book that Louis Hemon might have gone on to write if he hadn't been untimely struck by that autobus in the streets of Paris. Probably not, however, for in "Thumbcap Weir" they are Scotch Canadians, where Hemon's were French ones. And the background is different too: tides and storms and woods and islands, and the minister dropping in for tea. Gorgeous all of it. And the small but adventurous events that go to make up the life of a. weir fisherman in this region. Ac The one absolutely cer tain guarantee of the best theatre seats on the best theatrical aisles is the or der of those seats through Couthoui for tickets Branches at all the lead ing hotels and clubs. j><2J ^M-JS>Gom Gowns Costumes —Wraps to Order 840 N. Michigan Ave. Telephone Superior 2092 U A Veritable Who's Who" of polo stars is provided in the handicap lists now appearing in the current is sues of * POLO "The Maoazinb of the Game" QUIGLEY PUBLISHING CO. 407 South Dearborn street Chicago MARJORIE FORKER Chintzes — Fabrics Lamps — Shades Decorations 840 N. Michigan Ave. Chicago Superior 1021 TUECWCAGOAN 47 Established 1856 W. P. NELSON COMPANY N. J. Nelson, President 153-159 W. 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If asked to contemplate "simple" folk, I am in an eternal state of suspicion, because when contemplated on the printed page, simple folk are so likely to reveal touches of sentiment. And if I liked that I should be forced to regard my' self as a Victorian. The people in "Dark Hester" are not the least bit simple. Don't pretend to be, any more than the people in "The Little French Girl" pretended to be. In fact, to the hundreds of thousands who read Miss Sedgwick's earlier book this one may confidently be recom' mended as another. Outwardly a quiet book that one is able to live as one reads, and yet to get as tremendously excited over as one gets over one's own vicissitudes. The background is, of course, ex' tremely nice, the mother'in'law's pic' turesque cottage in Essex, just outside London, the daughter 'inlaw's more cu' bistical turn in interior decoration, the Essex woods and country, and open fires and tea tables. And the talk is of course excellent. Nor could an au' thor achieve a more acute effect of contest by arming his characters with machine guns and pineapples than Miss Sedgwick achieves in her representa' tion of the tea'table attempts of Hester and Monica to get on with one another. Armchair Entertainment Dark Hester, by Anne Douglas Sedgwick (Mrs. Basil de Selincourt). Houghton Mifflin Company. $2.50. A non'humor' ous discussion of the mother'in'law prob' lem in terms of the generation that went through the war and that came out with a conviction that life is not funny which made them very hard for their parental generation to understand. Hester and Monica attempt to understand each other against a quite delightful background of Essex woods and country and Essex tea tables, but what with the husband, the grandson, and a third gentleman, they make a terrible mess of it. Monica con' templates suicide. Hester contemplates desertion. And in the end they have to fight it out after all. Thumbcap Weir, by Frances Gillmor. 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The Burning Fountain, by Eleanor Car roll Chilton. (The John Day Company.) $2.50. A novel with a Gothic motif, written in terms of the immediate present and rising to a climax that is made all the more tremendous by the fact that the author is so quietly psychological and by the additional fact that it all happens within easy reach of a country club. New Roads in Old Virginia, by Agnes Rothery. With illustrations by Alice Acheson. (Houghton Mifflin Company.) $2.50. A book which is really quite nice enough just to read and to look at, but which nonetheless ends by giving you an awfully good idea for a motor trip before the weather gets too warm. Twelve Days, by V. S Sackville-West. (Doubleday, Doran.) Many things have been said about Virginia Woolf's "Or lando" and no doubt just as many more remain to be said, but one thing seems now to be emerging fairly clearly, that is to say the fact that Mrs. Woolf's hero is quite literally Miss Sackville-West, plus, perhaps, one or two of her ancestors. Orlando is a poet, but in this her latest book Miss Sackville-West shows herself to be an adventurer as well, these "Twelve Days" having been spent in the Bakhtiari Mountains, in other words the wildest part of Persia. Son of the Gods, by Rex Beach. (Har per and Brothers.) $2. A high pres sure account of the social difficulties ex perienced by the son of a rich Chinese merchant in attempting to become co- educated and later while asking no more than to live his life in the English and American ' circles in France — all told with the reader fully assured from the first that the hero isn't really Chinese! These Are My Jewels, by L. B. Camp bell. (W. W. Norton & Co.) 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