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MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO; 460 MARKET ST., SAN FRANCISCO; OUR OFFICES ELSEWHERE OR ANY AUTHORIZED AGENT TMQCWICAGOAN 1/he ± rice less (crijt to the -£jride~to~be^ is JL ime, conserved in shopping. iMie will lino here under one root, each in its individual perfection, t r * her wedding gown and veil * * * f t * * her bridesmaid s frocks * * * * r ¦ r r r her traveling costume 11*11 1 * * 1 * * her trousseau Irocks * 11111 111*11 her fitted suit-case 111111 1111111 her stockings 111,111 11,1111 her hand-bags 111*111 11*11111 her lingerie 11111111 111111*11 her liats * 1 1 1 1 * 1 1 1 TUECWICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy BOOM BOOM— Apollo, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A rousing yodel featuring the song hit which is the rest of the title, Jeanette McDonald, Frank Mclntyre, Jack Donahue and John Boyle. An excellent summer show in promise. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. A CONNECTICUT YANKEE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A boisterous two hours with knights and nighties, good tunes, good gals and a lot of fun with feudalism for an entertaining evening. GEORGE WHITE'S SCANDALS— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. A salty, elaborate and goatish display. A wide evening for everyone, saving, perhaps, the visiting clergy. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. BILLIE— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. Mr. George M. Cohan presents a lively musical show with much frolic forecast. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. Drama DRACULA— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. People attend this shud' der drama to yowl in terror. Well, they do before the evening's over. Therefore it's a dandy thriller. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. JEALOUST— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Fay Bainter and John Halliday are splendid, if hectic, piece of theatre here recommended as a superb specimen of staging, direction and, above all, an ingenious job of handling two characters in three acts for an authentic play. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. OHE HUNDRED TEARS OLD— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. Otis Skinner in a mellow and moving play taken over from the Spanish and an evening at theatre for any intelligent playgoer. Mr. Charles Collins' review appears in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE GOLEM — Goodman Memorial. Lake- front at Monroe. Central 7085. A Yiddish thriller also guaranteed to pro- duce an evening of goose-flesh. Well, if you like being scared toothless. Cur tain 8:20. Friday matinee only, 2:30. DIAMOND LIL— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. Miss Mae West, lily of the stage, in her own heart squeezing drama which is seriously lewd and — inadvertently — laughable. An all ham cast, an unbelievable script, and a "THE CHIC AGO AN" PRESENTS— Fore, by Cecil Ogren Cover Current Entertainment, May 4- 21 Page 2 Eat and Exercise 4 Editorially, By Martin ].i Quigley 7 A Glance Down the Fairway, by F. Harland Rohm 9 Spring Shopping, by Mary Petty 10 Calisthenics, by Garrett Price 11 Intimate Chicago Views, by Burton Browne 12 Michigan Avenue, by James Weber Linn 13 No Smoking, by Ruth G. Bergman 14 Onwentsia, by Arthur Meeker, Jr 15 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago, by Francis C. Coughlin 17 "The Chicagoan's" Town Talk 19 Retrospect, by Sid Hix 22 John Alden Carpenter — Chi- CAGOAN, by Robert Pollak 24 The Roving Reporter Attends the Sports Show 26 The Stage, by Charles Collins 28 The Symphony Winds Up Its Sea son 32 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 34 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 36 The Chicagoenne, by Arcye Will.... 40 Books, by Susan Wilbur 42 Ornamental The Great Lakes Sisters play with the plumbing just outside the Institute. whole billows of torrid antics on stage. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. JARNEGAN— 180 North Dearborn. Cen tral 3404. Richard Bennett, a fine actor, in a play of Hollywood exposed which is seriously lewd and more than a bit painful. Bennett's tirades from the cur tain are worth hearing. Curtain 8:30. Matinee Thurs. and Sat. 2:30. HARLEM— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. An energetic portrayal of colored goings on in that district. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. REVIVALS— Kedzie 3203 West Madison. Kedzie 1134. Ambassador, 5825 West Division. Village 5171. Weekly revi vals 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. FLIGHTS* CLEVELAND— Lv. 4:00 p. m. Ar. 7:45 p. m. Stops at Toledo on reservation only. Twelve-passenger, tri-motored planes. ST. PAUL—Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:30 p. m. Fourteen-passenger, tri-motored planes. MINNEAPOLIS— Lv. 3 :00 p. m. Ar. 6:45 p. m. Fourteen-passenger, tri-motored planes. ST. LOUIS— Lv. 9:45 a. m. Ar. 1:00 p. m. Twelve-passenger, tri-motored planes. MILWAUKEE— Lv. 5:50 a. m. Ar. 6:40 a. m. Proceeds to Green Bay. Four' passenger cabin planes. DETROIT— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:30 p. m. eastern time. No planes on Sunday. Twelve-passenger, tri-motored planes. CINCINNATI— Lv. 6:00 a. m. Ar. 10:00 a. m. Two and four-passenger cabin planes. ATLANTA— Lv. 9:00 a. m. Ar. 4:30 p. m. Stops at Terre Haute, Evansville, Nashville, and Chattanooga. Six-passen ger cabin planes. LINCOLN— Lv. 5:45 a. m. Ar. 10:45 a. m. Stops at Cedar Rapids, Des Moines, [continued on page. 4] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Ouigley, Publisher and Editor: published fortnight^ 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 & R''ey, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco.) Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. VII. No. 4 — May 11, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWE CHICAGOAN ¦ ""*« •'• '¦'¦¦•" ¦¦^¦•^¦wwyi-mi. ¦¦¦¦y.lWHI Mrs. Albert Madlener, .Jr., the former Miss Harriet Loivden, comes from one of Chicago's oldest and most prominent families. Recently elected president of the Service club, she is a great favorite in society, distinguished by her charm and grace of manner. Mrs. Albert Madlener, Jr., Says: "When I select my clothes, I desire an atmosphere of repose and the assistance of an authority on fashions. I find both at McAvoy's." The Debutante Section offers the young woman who seeks individual and authentic fashions a special selection of ensembles, coats, gowns and hats. MWVOY FASHION BOARD Mrs. Shreve C. Badger Mrs. William M. Blair Miss Betty Boh den Mrs. Ambrose C. Gkamer Mrs. John V. Farwell III Miss Barbara King Mrs. Albert Madlener, Jr. Mrs. Alister II. McCormick Mrs. William 11. Mitchell Mrs. John B.Winterbotham,Jr Miss Muriel Winston 615 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE-NU&- 4 TMECUICAGOAN and Omaha. Two-passenger cabin planes. * Central standard time. For reservations phone State 7111. All planes leave from the Municipal Airport, 63rd Street and Cic ero Avenue. CINEMA UNITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born — Smartest downtown cinema. Usu ally the best pictures, too. Most of which speak. McVICKERS—2') West Madison — Bala- ban H Katz strive to uphold a noble tradition. Successfully most of the time. 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 what ever other odds and ends come to hand. ORIENTAL— 20 West 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 North EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North on the lake. Longbeach 6000. The Marine Dining Room a very proper and enjoyable choice for dance and din ner, both until 2 a. m. Ted Fiorito's band. Nice people, indeed. THE GREEK MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Largest of northside night clubs, the Green Mill is lavish, tuneful and well attended. "Solly" Wag ner's music. Dave Bondi's headwaiting. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A late and lively club to Eddie Jackson's colored musicians. Southern and Chinese cookery, handsome hostesses, talented entertainers all go to make up a large evening. Gene Harris is head- waiter. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. One continuous yell on the prairie. Late, noisy, Greekletter, in formal and cheap. Johnny Mately is headwaiter. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. A sleepless and sophisticated parlor fortified by a good band, wise people, hostesses and good clean fun. Johnny Itta is headwaiter. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 North Clark. Delaware 1456. Well, anyway you take it you give the party a resounding break. NINE HUNDRED— 900 Lakeshore Drive. A smooth and formal restaurant, dress clothes for dinner, plus the attendance of extremely nice people. CIRO'S — 18 West Walton. Delaware 2592. A well conducted kitchen and L'Aiglon Teddy Majerus who is host, proprietor and guide to a notable restaurant. See page 17. [listings begin on page 2] pleasant tables in a snug, recondite estab lishment offer splendid food and pleasant company. Preferably formal. Steffens is in charge. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Del aware 3942. A quaint and rosy German Gasihaus opulent in Teutonic dishes spreads as notable a table as is laid down hereabouts. Herr Gallauer is proprietor. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. Sea foods widely se lected and cunningly prepared are of fered up until 4 a. m. each morning. Popular, a show place, amazingly com plete. Jim Ireland himself sees to diners. L'AIGLON— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. French table craft is here touch- ingly wrought to a high state indeed. Private dining rooms if desired. The happy supervision of Teddy Majerus. Turn to Mr. Coughlin's detailed survey on page 17. JULIENS— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. A scallop and frogleg institute tremendously served at plain tables by a family of notable chefs. Dinner at 6:30 sharp. A deserving showplace. Mama Julien oversees. CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. A Turkish atmosphere place heavy on atmosphere, but nevertheless a place to get some good and novel eating done. Monsieur Mosgofian owns and advises. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A proper and pleasant dining place of the much better sort long a meal-post for the mid- north side. Downtown LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. A deft, exclusive hostelry impeccibly poised as the Gold Coast which it serves. John Birgh is headwaiter. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Harrison 3800. A rallying point for guests who insist on unquestionable civilization in service, cuisine, appoint ments. Margraff's stringed music. Au gust Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. The world's largest inn, nicely gauged to the individual guest. Joe Rudolph's band in the main dining room for dancing from 6:30 until 9:30 p. m. Concert music during dinner in both Col chester Grill and Oak Room. Stalder is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A very gracious and com fortable stopping place scrupulous in a long tradition of Chicago hospitality. A remarkably fine concert orchestra. The Fountain Room for lunch. Mutschler is maitre d'hotel. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michi gan. Dearborn 4388. A Russian night club frequented by the people whose names are news and a splendid retreat between theatre and milkman. Dining, dancing, Russian entertainment. Khmara is master of ceremonies. Kinsky is chief servitor. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A show place glit tering and boulevard wise. Dining and dancing in the Balloon Room until 2 a. m. with the assistance of Johnny Hamp's smooth band. Ray Barrette is headwaiter. BLACKHAWK— 139 North Wabash. Dear born 6260. A young and dancing night place vivid to Coon-Sander's melodies. Gay, informal, relatively inexpensive. Dan Tully is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. The best night club enter tainment in the Loop is here seen and heard by diverse patrons. Ray Miller's band. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERTS OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Webster 0770. The im posing ritual of English dining is here scrupulously carried out up to 9 of the clock. Charles Dawell is vice-regent. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. A most adequate dining place in the American manner, notable alike for music and table. The music from 6 to 8 p. m. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. Consult, also, Mr. Cough- lin on page 17. South SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. An important tav ern central to the south. Excellent cuis ine. Notable orchestra accompaniment under the baton of Joska d'Barbary. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi gan. A splendid restaurant which sur passes superlatives applied to the treat ment of Creole food. Dancing, too. And late enough for after-theatre. Mons. Max is headwaiter. Whisper for him. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. A young, lively, late, well mannered night club offering the best band in Town (Guy Lombardo's). Grand. Billy Leather is headwaiter. Yell for him. RAPHAEL'S— 7913 Stony Island. Regent 1000. A large and lavish dinner and dancing palace far to the South and pleasingly uncrowded. Good food, good music, good people. By all means try it. Mr. Mallick is headwaiter. CLUB APEX— 330 East 35th. Douglas 4878. Black and Tan. A surprising number of genuinely notable customers. A lively band, a worthwhile experience. Frankie Sine is headwaiter. SUNSET CAFE— Across the street from the Apex. A little bigger. A little louder. A little more so. It is a Black and Tan, and perhaps not quite so select. Charley Edgar's band. Mistuh Porter is headwaiter. TWtCNICAGOAN In The Journal's finan cial department, stock quotations are trans ferred direct from ticker tape to type, by the fast est known method. The instant a quotation ap pears on the tape it is put into type. In this man ner, at every moment of the day, The Journal's stock table is exactly abreast of the market. Hands, incredibly quick, accurate to an astonish ing degree, set the quota tions. Before the "E" of 'C-L-O-S-E" is printed on the tape, before the board markers in the brokerage offices can write "Closed" on their blackboards. The Jour nal's Complete New York and Chicago stock tables are being locked up and rushed to the press room. A few minutes later, The Ticker Edition of The Journal is on the News Stands. The Journal set itself to make its financial sec tion superior to all other papers. Speed itself was speeded up. Minutes were cut from the opera tions — then seconds. The most legible type was sought. Tape readers and compositors were chosen because of their reliabil ity and ability to main tain a standard — and were set to ONE job. Their pride in The Jour nal's financial section is the justifiable pride of a job well done. Chicago Daily Journal 6 TI4£ CHICAGOAN ? ? an ongina bywolock&bauer the yalon of WQlQCk 6baue michlqan avenue at madiyon yt, chicaqo.. Fashions in footwear may come and may go. ..but when they are sponsored by the Salon . . . how utterly sure, how delightfully smart for the fashionable femme! They fit . . . they flatter ... and they are oh, so different! A Salon Original in a new Ombre effect 22 5: 0 Chartreuse to Dark Green Pale Pink to Red Pale Blue to Dark Blue Lido Sand to Brown THERE is little argument that F r| ¦ t O many of the conspicuous trends L U I I U in college athletics are carrying the institution far afield from its original and basic objec tives. The mere question of the physical well-being of the student body is lucky indeed if it comes in for even passing attention. The will to win games is obviously the dominant influ ence behind the operations which control college athletics. There is the reasonable desire for victory; but there is also an industrious striving after the advertisement afforded by winning teams. The public's support, notably of football, introduces a commercial significance which is a distinctly damaging in fluence. In many households reasons now appear for acute concern over any evidence of athletic proficiency, rather than the old-fashioned hope that the boy would make the team. Existing conditions place in a decidedly favorable light the suggestion that a young man setting out upon his uni versity career deliberately resign such opportunities as may be available for participation in the principal college sports and that, instead, he devote himself to such games as golf, tennis, racquets and polo, so that while in school he may develop an ability in these games which he may follow in later life. While the principal college sports doubtlessly afford an athletic training which is an advantage in those games the graduate will later pursue, still concentration upon these games, to the exclusion of the circus spectacles, during the years of greatest physical adaptability, is very certain to lead to a proficiency not otherwise obtainable — and at the same time afford an escape from an experience which plainly is not without serious disadvantages. r i a 1 1 y Censorship deletions have always j been an annoyance. What strange and mysterious results will follow from the scheme of censoring and editing now in vogue may be awaited with due apprehension. ? SPECIALISTS in such matters tell us that what was meant in an age now somewhat dimmed with the pass ing years by the phrase, "the white slave trade," is now properly and currently identified with the words, "the hostess traffic. " While the pertinently essential factor of morals and cus toms may be no better or no worse — and as to this, it is quite another question — still there seems to be good rea son for asserting that the development, if an improvement in nothing else, is at least a pleasant and appreciated con tribution of the verbalists of the day. ? DAYLIGHT Saving Time has overtaken The Twen tieth Century Limited. The New York Central Railroad Company after valiant defense of a fixed schedule has yielded either to a recognition of the inevitable or else it has just decided what with the heat and bother of the Summer that it would be better to reconcile its schedules with the customs of its patrons rather than to deal with indignant patrons who, in the confusion of the various kinds of time, have insisted that it must have been the railroad, and not their own calculations, that was wrong. The Century (since April 27) departs and arrives one hour earlier. Its departure and arrival is therefore, at the same hours as previously. With this very logical explanation we now leave you in full confidence that all complications are ended for all time. WITH the addition of dialogue to motion pictures the duties of the personnel of the Chicago Board of Censorship become even more burdensome and exacting. It is this body, you know, which stands guardian over the purity of the local Screen, and otherwise protects native adolescent and adult life from any depictions of crime and violence which the Board thinks improper to have observed by Chicagoans. At the present time the board room in City Hall is not equipped with the devices necessary to make the pictures talk. So in the faithful discharge of the duty of censoring the screen entertainment to be presented in Chicago the censors watch the silent drama being unfolded before them, meanwhile holding in their hands a written record of what the performers would say had the aldermanic body been considerate enough to supply the apparatus necessary for talking pictures. AN Illinois state income tax bill is again before the legislature. Two years ago the measure became suffocated in the last minute congestion of bills. It was introduced by Senator Lants of Congerville. Congerville, we assume, may be located by any person 'who may have an atlas conveniently at hand. However, we have no atlas at hand and shall have to remain as ignorant as to just where Congerville is as we are with respect to any other proposals for the financial reform of Illinois which have been born in that town. The sponsor of this measure informs us that the pro ceeds would go to the common school fund — "to reduce or replace the levy on property for that purpose. The taxpayer might say that he never heard of a tax law which actually resulted in anything but increased taxes — without reducing or replacing anything. He might even say he never heard of Congerville. — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. TWECUICAGOAN It s smarter to snon at SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE FASHIONS JN orth iWichigan Avenu- at v-nestnut Otreet TUE CHICAGOAN A Glance Down the Fairway CHICAGO had its whipped cream dessert of national and interna tional golf championships in which impeccably garbed young men hit golf balls long distances down courses groomed to the finish of a Derby colt's coat. Now golfers of the district re turn to the plain bread and meat diet of local tournaments and that least publicized but real bone, sinew and A Pre-View of Chicago Golf By F. HARLAND ROHM heart of the game, the foursome of friendly old dubs who play the game above 100 but do it cheerfully and curse a bit on only paying the side bet. Contrasted to last year when "the eyes of the golf world centered on Chicago," this year will cause only one fleeting glance in the direction of the City on the Lake, and that a femi nine peep toward the end of the sea son. Last summer saw the National Open championship and the brilliant finish of its playoff, the Walker Cup matches (premier event of interna tional golf) , the Warren Wood Memo rial tournament, in which the irre pressible Jones boy's seven consecutive threes and eleven holes eight under par routed the pride of golf's two greatest nations, and finally six west ern championships, all played within an hour's drive of the loop. None of the national championships come to Chicago this year, and only three of the western tournaments, the junior affairs for boys under 20 and crirls under 18, and the women's west ern medal play, expanded to 72 holes, are the only ones to be played within sound of Michigan surf. Add the Chicago District Amateur and open championships and the city's tourna ment schedule is complete. THE famine which has followed the feast not only applies to big time tournaments in the district but 10 THE CHICAGOAN seems to have extended to courses as well. New clubs which were spring ing from the suburban turf like mush rooms a few years ago are strangely missing this year. Probably too many of them were promotions which turned out to be toadstools; not a few of them never got fairways and greens beyond the pretty little drawings in a golf architect's office. The latest check of clubs around the district shows half a dozen of the old, new and prospective golf courses (prospective because their main evi dence of becoming existent was a pros pectus) scratched off and not quite a dozen new ones. But all of the new ones are daily fee affairs. The real reason probably lies in the fact that only a few of the better clubs have waiting lists, and it is no secret that, granting religious and racial connec tions are satisfactory, there are few clubs in which buying a membership isn't easy. That makes it harder to sell memberships in new ones which haven't a clubhouse and only a site for a course. There are "new" clubs, of course, Kildeer, Lincolnshire, University, and others, but these courses were in play at least part of last year and another season has merely added improved turf, better greens, stiffer trapping and all the other things that make for good golf. In place of new courses, however, there is almost an epidemic of revamping this year, not entire courses, but a general improvement of weak holes. Hardly a course but has one or more greens dug up while an architect devises new and more deadly sand pits, or like the ninth at Skokie, formerly a short water hole, which will be a miniature sea when it's finished. IMPROVEMENTS to club houses 1 are taking up a lot of dues and special assessments accordingly as trus tees are convinced a golf club should Ukx»u/»J»JCfcw 'Is this the one you said was in perfect taste in any kind of a storm?" be something more than a golf course and a dressing room. Glen View's and Olympia Fields' new outdoor dancing floors are an indication, while more and more other clubs are get ting the idea of the irascible old codger whose invitation to a new member to join his party in a bridge game brought the response, "Sorry, I don't bridge." To such heresy the old boy could only snort, "Don't play bridge! Then why in hell did you join a respectable golf club?" Bridge is as inevitably a part of golf as liquid refreshments after the round. Forgetting the 150 private clubs for a moment to turn to the pay as you play golfers, there are amazing growths in the number and quality of public courses. Nearly 50 in the dis trict supply golf of all grades from "cow pasture pool" on some of the municipal and county courses where it's safer to putt with a midiron, to excellent courses, while the price ranges as widely, from 20 cents to $2.50 a round. Samuel Insull's organ ization has published a little booklet listing 54 public courses possible to reach on his lines, and while these take in a lot up near the Wisconsin border, others like Mid-City, Coghill and Evergreen are ignored. THAT bugaboo of bad weather, particularly rain, which they ig' nore in Scotland, has cut into the early season play somewhat, although not nearly as much as could have been expected. Hardly a course hasn't had some play, and on fairly fine days, the play has been almost mid-season, far better than last year's cold, rainy spring. Though major Chicago tournaments will be scarce, wielders of midiron and mashie will have small cause to com plain of a scarcity of individual tour naments, sometimes miscalled "brawls" by wives of participants. More and more these tend to become one-day, 18 hole affairs, though 36 holes is still more or less standard. There has been a steady trend away from the two'day events of memory in which huge pools were built up by auctioning the four' somes — probably it took too long for players to get around to working form next day. In a few instances clubs have cancelled the annual "big day" entirely, but usually they are coming around to the one-day party; it hasn't the painful after effects. TI4E CHICAGOAN M "This stuff ain't taking any weight off me; I haven't lost an ounce" "Take it off! Don't you remem ber? You're trying to put it on" club (country club of the New York Athletic club) at Mamaroneck, N. Y., where Mike Brady, champion runner- up of the United States, is pro, and next door to the home club of that other Irishman, Johnny Farrell, who 11 women to qualify for match play, will draw a heavy field, will be at Mayfield in Cleveland, August 26 to 31, and the western junior at Evanston, July 29 to August 1. The women's west ern medal play, at Flossmoor, Septem- Few "brawl" dates have been set. As usual, Midlothian's annual Derby will start the season. This year is the Silver anniversary, and the boys will shoot an 18 hole "breather" at a can ter on Saturday, May 25th, and com pete in the 18 hole "Derby" itself, Sunday, May 26. Medinah's Camel's Trail is set for August 7 and Olympia Fields Frolic, August 22, but the dates of the Hullabaloo, Buggy Ride, Auch- termuchty, Twa' Days, Roundup, and other named tournaments that spell the days of real sport among a bunch of old cronies are not fixed as yet. CLASSING somewhere in between those invitationals and big league tournaments come two Chicago Dis trict association tilts, the club relations day, at Sunset Ridge, August 1, and the team matches August 13. Major championships range from the Atlantic to the Pacific and the western tournaments are scattered all over the middle west. The national open is scheduled for the Winged Foot had better luck in a playoff. Brady tied for the open championship twice, each time losing in a playoff. The dates are June 27, 28 and 29, with the qualifying rounds on June 10th, Chi cago's to be held over the No. 4 course at Olympia Fields. Next is the national amateur at Peb ble Beach, Del Monte, Cal., Septem ber 2 to 7, to which at least half a dozen of Chicago's better amateurs should travel, and finally the women's national championship, well along in football season and probably weather, September 5 to October 5, over the Oakland Hills course, at Detroit. The Western Amateur will be held at Mission Hills, Kansas City, July 8 to 13, and the Western Junior at La- Grange, August 6 to 9, conflicting with the National public links cham pionship at Forest Park, St. Louis, August 6-10. THE western women's tournament, which, with a new arrangement of subordinate flights that permits 112 TRICE ber 9 to 14, gives promise of being the most pretentious tournament in the Chicago district. Extended to 72 holes on four days instead of the cus tomary 54 holes on three days, it will bear the shopworn name of "Derby," also a bit inappropriately, as a filly is certain to win and the customary age limit of three years will be ignored. The best women players from the East, Canada, England, Mexico, France and other countries will be invited. Chances of foreign entrants from any where save Canada are exceptionally slender. Real stars of American golf are likely to compete, as the Women's National in Detroit is only two weeks later. The Women's western Chicago championship, won by Virginia Van Wie the last three years, will be staged at Butterfield, July 8 to 13. Like the Western open, the Chicago District Open championship hasn't been placed. The amateur will be held at Exmoor, July 17, 18 and 19. Yes, on the whole it's a season for the friendly old dub. 12 TUECUICAGOAN DD OD.DG nDDDDD dd no an DD DD DC Intimate Chicago Views High Commissioner K.. 7*1. Lariats Officiates at a Ball Game TMC CHICAGOAN 13 The Streets of the Town WHAT do you mean, Michigan Avenue? Do you mean the main street of the city of Roseland, a city of more than a hundred thousand, known to everybody who owns a radio, with real estate values calcu lated to give heart disease to a pro moter who failed to get in on the ground floor, and with the name on every second sign unpronounceable ex cept one have a cold in the head? Or do you mean that long stretch of black? Or do you mean the car- crowded bridge, opened with so much ceremony a few years ago, and with the most famous slogan in Chicago politics, "Maizie says you've got to come across!" You mean none of these. You mean the ten or twelve blocks from the river to the Logan Monu ment, best described as the only great one-sided street in the world, along Michigan Avenue By JAMES WEBER LINN which, as has been so well said, the chorus girls parade, dreaming of Irene Castle and Elinor Glyn. That section is Michigan Avenue, home of the Art Institute and the five-and-ten empo rium, the most promising, the shab biest, the least fulfilled of its possibili ties of picturesqueness, beauty and cosmopolitanism of any great street in the world. FOR it is, in conception and possi bility, a great street. It has on one side a sky-line, on the other a lake view, unsurpassed. It is magnificently open. Looking out on it from the tenth story of any of its clubs or office- buildings, one may not refrain from dreams. Thence it expands the soul. Or viewing it from the present Outer Drive, which is so soon to be merely the Inner Drive, on a moonlight or faintly misty night, or near sunset of a clear day, you may perceive above it the Blessed Damosel herself, leaning out over the gold bar of heaven, long ing for her lover, her lover who will not come, her lover who is Chicago's spirit of understanding of Michigan Avenue and what it might be. (To one it seems ten years of years!) It is hard to be funny about Michi gan Avenue. In fact, it is impossible. It would not be funny to see Judge Taft slip on a banana-peel. And this fat, prosperous, well-meaning Chicago of ours, who has slipped upon the banana-peel of politics, is not funny either. A few people, like Montgom ery Ward, the "watch-dog of the lake front," have tried so hard to maintain the international dignity of Michigan Avenue; many others have sought so earnestly to give it at least a cosmo politan richness; and their failure has been so colossal! Michigan Avenue is as commonplace as a dust-heap in which somebody has lost a string of pearls. Its hard-faced, unamiable traffic is in charge of hard-faced, unamiable police men, who exchange with the drivers language that might fit Halsted street; a stream of shrieking taxis and second hand private cars, whose drivers look like what they are, workmen and work- "Michigan Avenue is as commonplace as a dust in which somebody has lost a string of pearls 14 THE CHICAGOAN women going to work, or from it, ap parently with equal irritation. When I think of the equipages that even I, in my short life- time in Chicago, have seen on Michigan Avenue, leisurely, dignified, full of color, and contrast them with the mass of machinery that fills it nowadays from curb to curb, making passage across for pedestrians either impossible or at best the perilous Zigzag darting of a water-bug, except where at Randolph and Van Buren we have tunneled under it and may escape into damp, inglorious safety, I wonder what is meant by "progress." On a wet night, from the terrace of The Tavern, the procession of automo biles may be seen as a beautiful, even as a noble pageant; but from the street- level itself, whether you are in a car or on the walk, the traffic is the merest ugly horror. From Wacker Drive to Roosevelt Road, no cars should be al lowed on Michigan Avenue whatever, except taxis, and those should be under the most rigid control so far as speed is concerned — fifteen miles an hour at the most. Then the natural place of Michigan Avenue in Chicago life would begin to be understood by every body; and once people begin to under stand it, it would begin to assume that place. MICHIGAN AVENUE might be the wonderful formal garden of our busy civic House of Life. It might be the magnificent ornament of our hard-won luxury. It might be the star in our dream-hair. It is at present no more than a big and badly-cut diamond in the dirty shirt of our aldermanic idealism. I am assured by visitors to Chicago that Michigan Avenue has personality. They tell me that the Tip-Top Inn high up on the corner of Adams Street is one of the great restaurants of the country. They mention the smartness of certain shops. They grow enthu siastic over the flood-lighted Wrigley Tower, and express delight (naturally) over the Tribune Building across the way, one of the most notable achieve ments of modern business architecture. They quote President Lowell's dictum that the improvement of Chicago's Lake Front is the most grandiose design of civic development in the world. They express appreciation of the fact that while caught on a safety-island they saw three Rolls-Royces, with chauffeurs in livery, pass in thirty sec onds — an average, as you may perceive, of 360 an hour, or more than three thousand in an eight-hour day. They wax eloquent over the hospitality of the Cliff-Dwellers, atop Orchestra Hall, and the vividness of The Tavern atop 333. They find the chimes of the Straus Building an admirable example of transferred imagination. They for give the gilded and doodaded chimney of the Union Carbide Building; they forgive the Illinois Central; they for give everything, apparently, except the monument to Theodore Thomas beside the Art Institute, and forgiveness of that would be in itself a crime. I see all these things, and agree with these visitors. What I cannot see is any in dividuality that develops from these notabilities. THERE are men and women living in Chicago now who remember clearly the time when in a storm on Lake Michigan it was safest to walk on the west side of the street, lest the waves wash you away. Now the Ave nue is not only far inland, but sepa rated from the lake by a curtain of smoke. I can myself remember the procession of tandems and coaches along Michigan Avenue on Derby Day at Washington Park, a day's entertain ment, almost, the drive out there and the spectacle of flashing silky bodies and the huddle of the betting-ring and the long trot homeward. Now even a woman can make the trip from the river to the Midway in fifteen minutes, but only if she avoids the dull conges tion of Michigan Avenue. Ownership of fifty feet of frontage on Michigan Avenue is more than royal affluence, but except for an occasional glimpse of Mr. Arthur Aldis, whom do you ever see along that frontage who looks the part of royalty? I like Michigan Avenue best at four o'clock in the morning of a summer day. Partly strewn with debris at that hour it may be, but when (thanks to what we laughingly call our municipal and park administration) is it not? Come from your club at that hour, warm and weary from a night of tempting fortune, turn into Michigan Avenue, and wait on the curb with the idea of picking up a cab. The light is serene; the buildings are serene and quiet. The water eastward sparkles under the just-risen sun; the roadway glitters; the facades, for all their va riety, take on a look of fellowship. Across the way, on the grass, you may see scattered sleeping figures; automo biles slip by, not infrequently even at that late, or early, hour; the place is human, you are not alone, you need not lose the feeling of the city. BUT beauty, the beauty of mass, the beauty of vistas, has nevertheless at that hour its chance and works its spell. You realize that Michigan Avenue has a personality, a structural, architec tural, horizoned personality; but you realize also that it is a personality suited only for elegance, for leisure, for aesthetic appreciation; and we in Chicago are not willing to give up to elegance even one street, the street best fitted in the world to elegance, but must make it, as much as we can, into the commonplaceness of the rest. We have built a throne for beauty, but we in sist on sitting in it ourselves, snatching our sandwiches and reading our news papers. No Smoking HILE Chicago has never pre tended to have a Climate, be ing modestly content with mere weather, it has produced a novelty which would be viewed with surprise even in Southern California, namely a forty story office building guiltless of a heating plant. The omission was neither an oversight nor the result of an extension of the radio to a success ful hook-up with the sun. The boiler- less marvel is the new Foreman Na tional Bank Building. Lest prospective tenants conclude in alarm that the radiators in their offices are for decorative purposes only, we hasten to explain that the owners of the building have not declared in favor of a resumption of heatless Mondays to Sundays inclusive. From sub-base ment to lofty roof, the winter air in the bank building will be tempered to the shorn stenographer by means of the big boilers in the adjoining Conway Building. In devising this two-in-one method of heating, architects and en gineers have made the Foreman Bank Building the first Chicago skyscraper sans smokestack. This might seem, at first blush — or should one say, puff? — to be a very elaborate scheme for avoiding capture for The Tribune's rogue gallery of smoke nuisances; but we are told on the authority of Edwin G. Foreman, Jr., that the plan effects an economy in fuel as well as soot besides eliminat ing an unsightly appurtenance. —RUTH G. BERGMAN. TME CHICAGOAN 15 Chicago Clubs: An Inquiry WHAT would you do if just as you were packing to go to Europe the telephone rang and the per suasive voice of the editor of The Chicagoan murmured, "How about a little article on Onwentsia before you take that train?" Exactly what I did, I suppose, al though I do hope my charming com pliance in this crisis will convince my vast public, once and for all, that I really have a sweet, not to say yielding disposition. I hope, too, that you will pardon me if I stop in the midst of composition to interpolate instructions such as, "No, NOT the grey trousers," and "Do you think there'd be room for one more pair of tennis shoes?" As I shall be well on the other side of the Atlantic long before this is in print, I can, happily enough, let myself go a bit and say exactly what I like. So I am going to begin by saying that, in my not especially humble opinion, Onwentsia By ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. Onwentsia Club is a thing of the past. Its brief hour of glory is ended. It may still be crowded with members; the new buildings — which to me re semble nothing so much as a peculiarly unfortunate looking French military barracks — may be admired by aspiring suburbanites, but the endearingly in formal days of the old Onwentsia we knew and loved are gone forever. WHERE is the old brick terrace where, thick as flies, the chil dren of the rich made nuisances of themselves on fine spring afternoons, as they drank unwholesome numbers of iced orangeades and criticized their elders' golf? Where is the gay crowd in Phaetons and Beverly wagons who drove to polo once a week and adorned the blue and orange pavilion with their incredible hats and pompadours and feather boas, as they cheered the prowess of Major Freddy McLaughlin? Where is Miss Franklin, of the wasp waist and the crackly white linen, who ushered you to your seat in the dark old dining room with the sang-froid of a duchess, and dismissed the pretensions of strangers, if you happened to in quire about them, with a disdainful, "Oh, you wouldn't know who they are." (Implying that she hardly cared to know herself.) Where is Victoria, peerless cook, with her famous luncheons of chicken pie and corn beef hash and hot ginger bread with nuts on it? AND where the cheerful younger . set that danced out in the open every Saturday night from June to Oc tober till the witching hour of one? (Oh, those Saturday night dances! I still can see the Granger girls and Hol- lis Letts flying around from man to man, Sarah Brewster calmly slaying 16 THE CHICAGOAN "Wait! I'll take the pound cake — maybe it will teach me a lesson" mosquitoes in the intermissions, and Mari Smith's father hovering on the outskirts, like an uneasy spirit, waiting for a chance to drag her home at half past ten.) Other figures pass before me in re view, as I look back through the years and try to sound as ancient and regret ful as I feel. There was Mrs. Gaylord, smart in her impeccable riding habit; and Mrs. Coonley, who always ref- ereed the polo matches, a Chase girl — or maybe two of them — whooping like an Indian on a rough-and-ready pony; white-haired distinguished Charles At kinson, one of the club's most popular presidents; the Countess Gizycka, trail ing her languid elegance under a sun shade at the tennis matches; Peggy Thompson slamming her serves like a man; Medill McCormick thoughtfully nibbling carrots and radishes from the decorations on my governess' cart, whilst he judged the children's pony show (strictly speaking, my pony wasn't a pony at all, but the most stub born of small burros known in Ari' zona.) IF I feel vaguely sentimental in re calling these memories of a fairly re cent past, how much sadder must the old guard be, who remember the days of the first generation, when Onwent sia was the only country club in Lake Forest, and Lake Forest was still the country. Dirt roads, no motors to speak of, horses everywhere, and a simple community life where everyone knew everyone as a matter of course and in formal entertaining was the rule, not the exception. Doesn't it sound alluring in these days of rush and crush and elaborate country houses which are liable to be turned over night into Venetian palaces or Moorish Alhambras to serve as set tings for a charity lawn fete or a little dinner for the French ambassador? And wouldn't you love to go back to that sweet old simple period? As a matter of fact, you know perfectly well you wouldn't, and nothing in the world 'sounds as depressingly tepid in 1929 as those same dear old days. They did have their points, though. You might as well admit it even while welcoming their close. I have no dates at hand, nor am I likely to have them at a moment when all my available thoughts are concentrated on that cabin on the "Berengaria," but I should say that Onwentsia was started some time in the Gay Nineties. (The Chicago Golf Club at Wheaton was several years its senior.) It is therefore only about thirty-five years old, yet already it has been superseded, as a rendezvous for the smart set, which now consumes its convivial plate lunches at Shore- acres, five miles farther up the coast. It has also lost its long cherished hunt ing prestige, since our society Dianas have moved their hounds and fences west to Milburn, where presumably they can take their falls in private. Don't, I beg of you, treat this plaint too seriously, or imagine for a moment that Onwentsia bears any resemblance to a deserted village. The new build ings swarm with a life that is still in many respects the same as the past one. The links are as cozily overcrowded as ever, since the club jealously maintains its reputation as a school for amateur champions. After all, call it holy ground where Robert Gardner, Edith Cummings, and Virginia Wilson (to mention only a few) first grasped their brassies and went out to bring home the bacon. The debutantes of the current season no doubt still slap mosquitoes with all the pretty fervor that used to animate their elder sisters. The mem bership is as exclusive as it ever was. BUT don't blame an old man of twenty-six if he sighs for a charm that has definitely evaporated. And please don't think him a fretful critic if he declares, quite candidly, that he would trade all the arty Norman roof- lines in Lake County (somebody else'll have to calculate how many millions that would be) just to be back in the grand-stand that warm but blissful week, so many years ago, when the finals of the Western Tennis cham pionships were played before a breath less audience of Farwells and McCor- micks (with here and there let us mod estly admit a Meeker or two). Bring back our Maurice McLaughlin, our May Sutton Bundy, and our Mary K. Browne, our Church and our Mattey! Above all, bring back the spirit with which we watched them, and your fa vorite journalist wouldn't be dating his summer correspondence from Mayfair and those sunny little beaches on the French Riviera. TWE CHICAGOAN 17 With Knife and Napkin Through Chicago THE bar-room behind the lobby of the Brevoort Hotel is said to be an exact replica of a room in a Moor ish palace. If so, then it is no better than it deserves to be, for the ancient, circular Brevoort bar is noblest of all remaining bars in town. It is a stately jewel, a symbol, a relic, a talisman — Heaven grant that some day it may be a kind of stationary oriflamme, the rallying point of free men at last near to delivery from a mean and dusty land. Around the bar are soft leather re treats in the shade of Moorish arches dimly lighted by the frosted electric circle on the bar itself- — a voluptuous contrast to the shine of rubbed brass and nickel and the dull splendor of mahogany. Alas, these are but the husks of glory. The splendid Brevoort cellar has long been sealed. Though a bar sign swings in the wind — a notable collector's item, that sign — nothing to the derision of Volstead is served in the palace room. THERE remains, however, the Bre voort kitchen, inviolate from a braver age. A kitchen which serves the two dining rooms of the hotel, the one a comfortable retreat on the lobby floor, the other an ample dining hall down marble steps from the entrance at 120 West Madison. If the Brevoort bar is a ghostly vestige of the Nineteen Hundreds, the kitchen and dining rooms are staunch and palpable as the dead years them selves before the blood of Time had gone from them. Here is no reproduc tion of the fabulous new century at its turn. This is not like the Nineteen Hundreds; it is the Nineteen Hun dreds. Stepping down the marble steps to the Brevoort dining room, one de scends as an archaeologist through the strata of Time. One comes easily and authentically into the past. The tables have not changed. The wide room pre serves every decoration. Even the waiters are immune to the passing of decades, fixed in the tradition of Amer ican service as it was before strange blights fell upon it. The Brevoort — L'Aiglon By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN T HE menu is at once simple and imposing. The Brevoort does not astonish with a surfeit of outlandish dishes. Victuals are modestly an nounced; they are carefully and cun ningly prepared; they are brought deftly to table. Moreover, waiters who have served 1 5 and 20 years in this cita del of good eating are no mere automa tons. They can suggest, revise and admonish if a diner chooses to consult them. These waiters are trenchermen in their own right, and they are free with admirable precepts wrought in a decade and more of table serving. Let Charley Sandrock, Maitre d'Hotel, welcome you to the Brevoort. Let him suggest the Brevoort special ties: breast of guinea hen under glass, or baby lobster. Weigh the choice gravely; it is no trivial matter, the ordering of a good dinner. Perhaps a soup to start, thick or thin as you choose. And bluepoints, of course, for the iodine. Then guinea hen. A salad — most competently turned out. Fin ally Boston cream pie. Coffee. A moderately heavy cigar. These things are simplicity themselves. The diner of the Nineteen Hundreds did not go in for unintelligible sauces. He de manded seasoned meats and seasonable vegetables — innocent of novelty, per haps, but blessedly innocent, too, of the canning factory. He asked quiet, thorough service without bustle or ser vility. He was pleased to order in his own tongue. He preferred light music. He insisted on time to eat and time to relax afterward. And finally, after coffee he took his ease in a restaurant modestly lighted and decently melo dious. All these things the diner out of the Nineteen Hundreds did. And all of them a careful, Town-wise diner at the modern Brevoort still does. LET us close, now, with a suggestion. — It is, briefly, that the management of the Brevoort banish what modern isms have crept into music and decora tion and reproduce the Nineteen Hundreds in physical detail just as carefully as the menu preserves their spiritual graces. Let china and silver ware be replaced in key. Have the handsome young ladies of the orchestra costumed 25 years back. Bring Gibson girl paintings to the walls and old tunes to a quiet fiddle. Print the menus in 18 THE CHICAGOAN authentic 1900 type faces with a note barring the hot dog and the ham burger forever. Move the hour of closing from 12 until 1 a. m. Continue in the present specialties; they are splendid. Keep the waiters; they are perfect. And a suggestion for the diner out, also. By arrangement, Mr. Sandrock will be glad to reserve the old bar room for private parties, say of 25 people. Liquors, alas, are not to be had. But the sheen of the bar is regal. The food is from a notable kitchen. The age quiet, gracious, hearty. The occasion should be altogether memor able. UNDER the hand and eye of Mons. Teddy Majerus, L'Aiglon flour ishes in the French manner at 22 East Ontario. It is a huge restaurant, L'Aiglon. Altogether it offers 13 separate dining rooms, private and public. Parties of four can be assigned a private room. Parties of 100 may banquet in state. Yet even this cramps at times. Teddy plans two more din ing rooms, a larger cold storage space, an ampler kitchen. Music by L'Aiglon 's band is trans ferred to all rooms however remote through a radio pickup. Service is brisk and Continental. And vast ranges of the central kitchen supply that nutri ment which is the moving spirit behind these opulent trappings. Gaze fondly on the menu of L'Aig lon. It is blue, spangled with silver stars as if to fix the diner in a vision of celestial delight. Look to the upper left of the broad sheet as the card folds back. Here are L'Aiglon specialties listed in scarlet, the better to claim the gloating eye, to whet the moistening gullet. One starts down the list: Crabmeat Canape, L'Aiglon; Oysters Rockefeller or L'Aiglon; Pompano, Papillotte; Pompano, Meuniere — and so on. It should be set to rousing mu sic. Besides which there are deep sea trout, sheepshead, chicken in a half dozen modes, lamb chops, frog legs, crabs and tender buster crabs. A WAITER bends close with whis pered counsel. Let him whisper. Poor fellow, he has grown a bit callous to the riches at his disposal. A menu should be studied, each item tried against the mind's palate. Then, and only then, should a waiter be consulted for expert information and advice. Too often the servitor presumes a minute knowledge of the menu on a patron's part. Consequently out of the tender ness of his heart he offers aid to what he believes to be faltering gastronomic steps. How should he know, custodian of delights, that what he believes to be faltering steps are, in reality, a ram ble through unfamiliar paradise? For give him. He means well. But take your own pace through the listing. Then summon your waiter. Explain roughly the ground plan of your meal. For soup you prefer a gumbo with a base of chicken or crab. Very well, it is so set down. Oysters had best be hot in the shell — your waiter will cheerfully outline the varied sauces which adorn oysters hot in the shell. Or perhaps snails — fear nothing, ye in trepid Angles and Saxons, but advance boldly as the archers of Agincourt! — or shrimp in the Creole style, if you have chosen chicken gumbo. (A waiter will point out dietary ineptitudes aris ing from too heavy a leaning toward fish or meats in the beginning courses.) COME now to the fish. Pompano is splendid. Frog legs, sole, lob ster, sea trout, crabs and white fish; one should indicate choice and leave a detailed expose of treatments to the waiter. For meats, the offering is large, yet on the whole not recondite. Vege tables are splendidly done in great pro fusion. A waiter has but to write down your selection. For salads at L'Aiglon consult your servitor again. He knows what salads blend with fish, with meats, with shell fish. Now all proper salads evince a trace of garlic. Should a gentleman or lady object to garlic (strange lu nacy, but there are such people), then make that objection plain even though the waiter writhe in anguish to hear it. Far better he suffer in advance than be forced to carry a salad back to an apoplectic chef, there to explain that crazy Americans refuse the noble garlic. No dessert, please. Perhaps cheese and a cracker. And coffee, of course. But do not desecrate a meal by pastry and sweet stuffs. It is like a saxo phone solo after symphony. After dinner, let the eye wander over the interior. Rooms of a splendid old mansion, rich glass and crystal and walnut. Leisurely rooms, well used to grace and luxury. Notice the people. Too many smart people, or too many so-so people are alike suspicion-breed ers in a restaurant; good eaters versed in a happy and intimate knowledge of victualry belong to all classes. A knowing restaurant crowd is always a little mixed, a little odd; it is never uniform. Beware the restaurant which is uniformly smart or so-so; it is a show place or a food foundry. And beware the host who is taciturn or haughty; he is smitten in conscience over his kitchen, or he is a reformed doorman. Finally, talk to Teddy before you descend into Ontario street. A good host, an able restaurateur is ready and pleased to talk of his art and sci ence. He is apt to be informal, confi dential, gay and solicitous. Teddy is all these and more. Hearth Fire A SCENE worthy of Balzac on one hand, Zorn on the other, was en acted recently on exclusive Astor Street. It is best plainly told. About seven o'clock in the evening a young man strolling through Union Park, at the intersection of Scott and Astor Streets, saw smoke issuing from what looked like a heap of debris across the street. Coming closer, the passerby saw that the wreckage was that of an old house, almost all of which had al ready been destroyed. The house was of that type which must be taken apart piece by piece rather than ruthlessly smashed, and it seemed that the walls of one room were yet standing, al though overhung by fallen rafters, piles of loose plaster, and scraps of wallpa per. The young man broke through wood, stone and rubble as best he could in pursuit of the smoke. Setting foot on the threshold of the room that still stood, he stopped suddenly in amaze ment. The smoke came from a fire, but one that was placidly burning in the mar ble fireplace of the old home, which was yet intact, mantel and all. Before it, conversing quietly, sat two old ladies on wooden packing cases. They were well dressed, and evidently very much at home. The young man tried to escape without making his presence known, but he stumbled. The sound attracted the notice of the two women. Seeing him, they rose quietly and went away. He saw them cross the street and enter an automobile, where a chauffeur had been waiting. The fire still burned in the marble fireplace of the demolished old Gold Coast man sion. — ROMOLA VOYNOW. <75?e CHICAGOAN"/ TOWN TALK Vampire ITH diabolic exactitude Ray mond Huntley, pasty-faced im personator of Count Dracula at the Blackstone, arranged a dinner to be given at the stroke of midnight in room 1313 in the Bismarck, Chicago's only hotel where the weird modernism of contemporary art has cast its spell. A large fowl, reputedly a turkey, was roasted and placed on the serving table of the banquet hall. But when Mr. Huntley arrived with his guests, all respectably late, they saw to their amazement the empty platter where the evening's piece de resistance had obvi ously lain in state. Questioning authorities, the per turbed host discovered that strange things had taken place — curtains had moved where there was no wind, eerie shadows had flittered and a whistling of swift wings had been heard in the corridors. In defiance of all third act mystery play tradition, the missing turkey did not reappear. The ghostly snicker and rattle of faint, unearthy chains may, after all, have been the "L" on Wells Street. Coach AN unofficial member of Harvard , University's football coaching staff will make her initial appearance on the campus this week, when Mrs. Arn old Horween accompanies her husband on his annual trip east where he su pervises spring football practice. Whether or not the couple will remain until after commencement is a matter of conjecture; but unless business de mands the coach's return to Chicago before then, they will probably stay on to see brother Ralph Horween get his degree from the law school. Ralph, in his undergraduate days, was almost as good a football player as was Arnold. After the war, in which both broth ers served, they played professional football in Chicago — under assumed names. They both entered their father's business here, but Ralph became rest less and decided to go back to Harvard to study law. By that time he was married and the father of a child, but undaunted, he took his family along. Mrs. Ralph came back to Chicago last fall where she remained until after the birth of Ralph Horween, Jr. This in fant got his first taste of college life at the age of six weeks, and will doubt less find it difficult to come back and settle down to the humdrum life of a big city after ten months in Cam bridge. In any event, he will be on hand when his father receives the de gree from Harvard. Archer THE sport show at the Hotel Stev ens offered, inadvertently, a kind of historical parable. It so happened that rifle range and archery booths ad joined. Thus one might smell gun powder and see bowmen bending the ancient bow — a sight strange in the western world for 500 years. There was, too, a kind of conflict between old and new. A rifle bullet fired against the iron target backstop split into pieces. One of these minute fragments stung an onlooker in the archery booth. The occurrence itself was trifling. Yet the man struck gave way to a more than ordinary annoy ance. He was, in fact, extremely angry. He was, it developed, a life long archer, a hater of gunnery as a noisy, mechanical modernism. Taxi OUR cab driver was courteous, knowing in the Town and expert at the wheel. At our suggestion that he drive a bit faster, he smiled and wove through traffic with that skill which seemingly opens lanes and ar ranges the shouldering of automobiles to only facilitate a motorist's progress. We stopped, comfortably on time, gratefully conscious of an unruffled passage through the mile long vexation of the crowded boulevard. Surprisingly, the driver refused our tip. He has, he said, driven a cab for 14 years. He has many steady cus tomers who call at his garage and want him and him only sent out. But that wasn't the reason he refused a tip. No. You see, with these signs telling pa trons that drivers will drive slower on request, a driver is never asked to drive faster. It's always slower, slower, slower. Personally, he liked to drive fast. It gives a man a chance to really wheel a hack. When we asked for speed, the pleasure, so to speak, had been all his. Thank him? No. Thank us. Angle THE tale is told of a very nice North Side Jewish lady who became en amoured, at a distance, with the Eth ical Culture Society and the forthright Horace Bridges. She decided to attend one of the Sunday morning meetings at the Studebaker Theatre and enjoyed it so much that she mailed the Society a generous check and enrolled herself as a regular member. And that was the Sunday morning that Horace Bridges had exchanged pulpits with Rabbi Solomon Freehof. The Taw A FREE born citizen may count among his privileges and preroga tives the right to public arrest by his servants, the police. He may have this right exercised upon his person in a number of ways, most of them hack neyed, and most, alas, strenuous. It is with a high approbation of original genius that we list the arrest achieved by a young man in Lincoln Park. The tale is vouched for by Miss Charlotte Picher, energetic Junior Leaguer that she is. Seven times since December 31 last this young citizen had drawn a ticket 20 THE CHICAGOAN for speeding in the park. A zealous exercise of privilege, but not too dis tinguished. On the eighth occasion he drove carefully through the park, breaking no law. His purpose was clearly outside suspicion; he desired to visit the monkey cage. Before the cage he was impressed by the listlessness of the creatures within. From his car the young man produced a portable phonograph. This he set upon a bench lawfully near the monkeys and thereupon he played, or caused to be played, hot music. Mon keys reacted in obvious delight — they capered, ran, frisked, and gamboled. They made shrill noises. They rattled their bars. Keepers, taking offense at the unwonted liveliness of their charges, gave way to ominous displeas ure. A quarter mile away a motorcycle policeman formally preferred charges, named an alleged disturbance of the peace on behalf of complaining mon keys in the zoo, and offered the eighth ticket of the year. The eighth ticket, says the hardened offender, was worth it. Middle Names BOTH baffling and provocative for many years were the "X" in Fran cis X. Bushman and the "S" in Wil liam S. Hart. No less so was the "Q" in Anna Q. Nilsson, or similar letters in the names of some of our own prominent citizens. Obeying that impulse, one is delighted to discover that the modest looking "R. R." in the signature of the Chicago Tribune's publisher represents sonorous "Robert Rutherford"; the last name being, of course, McCormick. Further investi gation shows that a capital "B" shyly conceals "Bismarck" as the middle name of Carl Roden, our chief libra rian. With a capital "O" Mr. Roy West kept the "Owen" portion of his name a secret for many years. Other middle names that have for long been hidden under bushel baskets are: Asbury, in Leonard A. Busby; Tracy, in George T. Buckingham; Buckley, in Chauncey B. Blair; Cutler, in Rufus C. Dawes; Ruggles, in Wil liam R. Dawes; Corey, in Tracey C. Drake; Marie, in Helen M. Bennett; Patterson, in Robert P. Lamont; Dee (peculiarly), in Roy D. Keehn; Fred erick, in Leon F. Mandel; Charles, in Henry C. Lytton; Leopold, in Maurice L. Rothschild; Harley, in Lawrence H. Whiting; Franklin, in Benjamin F. Langworthy; Abraham, in Albert A. Michelson; Aloysius, in Edward A. Cudahy, Jr.; Arnot, in James A. Cru- sinberry; Alvah, in Melvin A. Traylor; James, in Horace J. Bridges; Walter, in Phillip W. Yarrow; Knowlton Ly man, in K. A. Ames; Niels, in Herman N. Bundesen; Hudson, in Daniel H. Burnham; Samuel, in Charles S. De- neen; Bolivar, in Dr. Joseph B. DeLee; John, in Paul J. Goode; Everett, in Henry E. Greenebaum; Ernest, in Moses E. Greenebaum; Spalding, in Karleton S. Hackett; Nash, in Edward N. Hurley; Henry, in Dr. Arnold H. Kegel; Davis, in Albert D. Lasker; Baruch, in Dr. Gerson B. Levi; Moritz, in Jacob M. Loeb; Joseph, in Frank J. Loesch; Granger, in Frank G. Logan; Charles, in Arthur C. Lueder; Tinney, in John T. McCutcheon; John Urban, in J. U. Nicolson; Bartlet, in Allen B. Pond; Samuel John, in S. J. Duncan- Clark. Sunburn HILE it may hardly be said that no home is complete with out a light ray machine, it may at least be ventured that no household is properly sunburned without one. Home sunburning, however, comes at a price. That price is experience with the rays of science. A young husband whose wife had acquired a natural and becoming tan at Havana dropped home from the office a bit early to catch up in the matter of pig mentation. Attired in blue goggles, he sought out the sun room. He turned on the light and took his ease under it. His couch was soft, his new lamp warm and pleasant. He slept. His sunburn, so far as we know, is a record. A checkup by the family physician revealed that the young hus band had basked under his health lamp for an hour and a half. The pre scribed time is 10 minutes. Addicts have been known to do 20. Ninety minutes under the ray are equivalent to, say, three days of sunshine in Cuba or Florida. The record thus stands at 1 7 days altogether : Three days of sun burn plus two weeks in bed. Sunburners BE it added, however, to the melan choly item last, that artificial sunlight under proper supervision is popular and available for members of almost every club in the city. Gentle men of the Medinah Athletic Club enjoy synthetic sunlight in a special sun room imposingly equipped even to windows of dark blue glass. Ladies of the Illinois Women's Ath letic Club go the Shriners one, or sev eral, better. Ardent sun-worshippers, the ladies repair to the roof of their building 18 stories high and there take their rays from the natural sun, wrapped, we hasten to explain, in a single but adequate sheet and protected against spying aviators by a camouflage of awnings. So secure is this camou flage that members may discard the sheet if they so choose; some do. This idyllic custom is secure against shame only so long as no 19-story building rears its towers in the neighborhood. Jail THE County Jail, long an ominous spectacle for wrong doers should they venture past Dearborn at Austin street, is vacant at this writing. Nor does it appear that it will be readily sublet to private enterprise. Jails, how ever admirable or necessary, do not lend themselves to peaceful usage. Recently Mr. Hal Faust of The Tribune voiced an unofficial suggestion. It is, briefly, that the old lockup be converted into a night club. An or chestra might play from a scaffold in the hanging yard. Waiters might wear prison livery. Admission through barred doors, already provided, would be a swell rite. There are, too, advantages in the matter of law enforcement which we refrain from mentioning. Indeed — and if so, alas — this paragraph may be read by the better prohibition agents. Yachts ALTHOUGH Decoration Day and the official opening of their sea son is still a considerable distance away, early arrival yachts are beginning to appear in Belmont Harbor and in the waters at the foot of Monroe Street off Grant Park. The "Naroca," evidently an intrepid craft, stayed in the north side harbor all during the winter months and was consequently on hand to welcome the first breath of spring. Among the boats that will lie in Chicago waters this spring are the splendid craft belonging to the two chief officers of the Chicago Yacht Club. "Romance," the beautiful black power boat belonging to Commodore TWE CHICAGOAN 21 matm HOUPLGANT II -"favoured Iraprance or the I trench modernes — \ breath of flowers at dawn ¦ enshrined m parlum and poudre • • • a duality that is the new t\ inspiration of Jrioubigant. au matin hOUBIGAMT P A K I S 22 "What a lot of fun Horatius would have had with a bridge like that." THE CHICAGOAN George Woodruff, and "Vista," an "S" class boat belonging to Rear-Com modore Dr. Arthur R. Met?. Other "R" class boats will be: "Ca lypso," owned by Hollis E. Potter; "Fantome," belonging to William S. Faurat and F. L. Spencer; "Ardelle," owned jointly by Bert Massee and Einar (Bill) Giaver; "Nancy," belong ing to E. M. Railton and H. H. Kim ball; F. P. Merkle's "Mitzi"; and "Ariel," whose owners are Malcolm Vail, H. G. Crowder and E. E. Sheri dan. U. J. Hermann's "Swastika" will join the other schooners in the Belmont wa ters, in which class will be also: Lynn A. Williams' "Elizabeth"; A. E. Pierce's "Quick Silver"; George Radu- lic's "Fairmaid"; the "Baglura," be longing to R. P. Benedict, Jr.; the "Tecumseh," owned jointly by Julian Armstrong and Burton Haseltine; and William G. D. Orr's "Fortune." Among the yawls you'll find Arthur Kohlbusch's "Circe," as well as: B. H. Glover's "Naiad"; Bob Davidson's "Si esta"; H. D. Beaumont's "Comet"; Charles McCumber's "Beverly"; Wil liam R. Rummler's "Sun-Call"; the "Gipsy," belonging to Arthur M. Call- man; and Albert Martin, Jr.'s, "At tachment." In the Seawanhaka sloop class will be Gus Nylund's "Spring time" and P. H. MacMahon's "Vera Jean." CLASS "P" boats include the "Na bob" of Phil Adler and E. A. Purtrell, as well as "Freva," which be longs to Benjamin Carpenter, Jr. Also in "P" class are Franklin Kellar's "Ve rona" and the "Siren," owned by A. E. and L. L. Karas. The "S" class boats, which are known to their intimates as the "Eagles," will include: Robert A. Haynie's "Falcon"; R. M. Potter's "Vista," and the "Orn," belonging to Dr. George G. Davis. Power boats to compete with Com modore Woodruff's craft will be the "P. D. Q. Envelope," belonging to George D. Gaw; "Cinderella," belong ing to W. F. Pitcher; H. J. Hollings- head's "Isabelle II"; Charles Roovart's "Latowana"; F. W. Woods' "Nelle- wood"; "Marg III," owned by J. H. Oberfelder; G. B. Dryden's "Pamella"; Henry Bosch's "Raboca"; the "Sky lark" of J. B. Berryman; C. W. Brad ley's "Wallburga II"; R. E. Shugart's "Tramp"; "Margo II," belonging to Bert Massee, but intended, so 'tis said, for the use of Mr. Massee's son. A NUMBER of the power boats will lie not up north, but in the down town harbor instead. Among this num ber will be: "Alacrity," belonging to J. B. Mailers, Jr., and J. H. Taylor's "Nina II." The power boat season is looking up. One of the most interesting boats in the north side waters this summer will be the "Fame," whose present owner is Albert Pack. This boat, originally called the "Speejacks," was intended and built for the round-the-world hon eymoon of its maker. The honeymoon attracted the attention of all the world at the time and news of it was flashed to all newspapers and moving picture screens. Surprise at the news that the million dollar wedding journey was to terminate in divorce, therefore, was in ternational. One might suppose that the "Speejacks" was held in part re sponsible for the unhappy ending of this spectacular cruise, but William Wrigley, Jr., purchased the craft and seemed a proud owner while he had it. Mr. Wrigley, after changing its name, sold the boat to George W. Borg, who, in turn, changed its name and sold it to Mr. Pack. ALL boats will be on hand for the season's official opening on Deco ration Day, but the arrivals have al ready begun and they increase in num ber in almost geometrical progression with the passing days. The season al ways opens with the firing of the offi cial gun by Charles E. (Judge) Kre- mer. Addenda COMES an indignant correspond ent, J. R. A. by initial, to pro test that malt extracts listed on these chaste pages a fortnight past did not include Old Buckeye Malt. Mr. A is in error. The brand was included under the "B's" rather than the "O's." The malt is, according to Chicagoan proof readers; Malt, Buck eye Old. It became in the listing, Buckeye Old. Through a pardonable — and for all we know a deeply scien tific — elision the "Old" was dropped. THE CHICAGOAN 23 What to wear...bow to wear it InParis,THEGAD> ABOUT visits the salons of the great dressmakers in quest of fashions for you ^HE GADABOUT lives up to ¦*¦ her name. She flies about town, in and out of this smart restaurant, that chic club, wherever she will meet people of fashion. Each day, in the Herald and Ex aminer, she sketches and describes for you the smartest costume she sees. Living fashions! 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Above — The Gadabout's column appears daily in the Herald and Examiner 24 THE CHICAGOAN CHICAGOAN/ THE tall gentleman with the Yankee countenance sits in a weather- beaten chair before an old roll-top desk. From around us come the vague noises of a dignified and important business enterprise. Our sanctum is enclosed only by half-partitions. On the walls are the worn photographs of his stately, bearded ancestors, and I guess that the most dignified daguerrotype is a like ness of the Yankee gentleman's grand father. As we know each other slightly the meeting has little of the stilted char acter of the formal interview. Our cigarettes keep flying into a blue and white spittoon, a nineteenth century spittoon. He tilts a smart derby a lit tle to one side and leans a bit forward in the swivel chair. On the desk is a folder marked J. A. C. in bold, urgent letters. Even at George B. Carpenter and Co. the staff has succumbed to the great American habit of reducing its executives to a series of initials. And the folder looks so important that it seems sheer sacrilege to talk about Stra vinsky and Schonberg. But I firmly begin to fire questions. I find out first of all what is to be found in Grove's Encyclopedia: that John Alden Carpenter was fascinated by music from the very first; that his mother, a highly gifted amateur singer, exerted a profound influence upon him as a child; that his first actual teacher was Amy Fay, a sister of the widow of Theodore Thomas and a pupil of both Liszt and Tausig; that later in his teens he took a budding interest in the art of composition under a Pole named W. C. E. Seeboeck; and that when he went to Harvard the blandishments of a regular "arts and lit" course only served as sauce for the intensive study of music, study carried on largely un der the direction of John Knowles Paine. IN 1897 John Carpenter went into business. Those were the days, he says, before male parents made it their custom to look with sympathetic eyes upon the artistic inclinations of their offspring. The Carpenter family busi ness stood there waiting for him. The job of supplying mills, railways and vessels was growing as fast as the town itself. And while the paternal pres sure was mostly a silent one, it was John Alden Carpenter By ROBERT POLLAK John Alden Carpenter nevertheless actual enough. Besides, the future composer of "Krazy Kat" had got himself engaged. He was al most forced into the ancient and diffi cult task of sitting on two stools at once. And although he might disagree with you modestly, we can't see that he has fallen to the ground. He ac knowledges that his brothers were in tensely sympathetic and anxious to encourage him to proceed in the career of a composer. And as time went on they gave him opportunity to go abroad and study. In the 1890's Carpenter heard Elgar with the Chicago Symphony Orches tra. The dry precisionism of the Eng lishman impressed him. He recognized his own need for harmonic discipline at the time. He asked Elgar if he might go to Rome and work with him, and for six months the ship chandler la bored at fugue in the shadow of the Piazza de Spagna. When he came back to Chicago, Stock suggested that he go to work with Bernhard Ziehn. And if, in the life of the embryo composer, the master teacher inevitably appears, that master was Ziehn. Possessing a pro found knowledge of theory and har mony, this old German lived in com parative obscurity in a little studio on North Clark Street. He never had a dime. His days were spent pounding the mechanics of music into the heads of pupils at the German Lutheran School. But as great a musician as Busoni hailed him as one of the great est theorists in the history of music. And Carpenter is as unsparing in his praise. THE rest of the American's career is too well known to need much amplification. The children's songs that he wrote with his wife, the deli cate lyrics like "The Green River," the concertino, "Adventures in a Perambu lator," "Sky-Scrapers": these works have stamped him as a contemporary that two continents have had to notice. He isn't sure where he goes from here. He hints of a work in preparation, not opera, not ballet, not symphony, maybe a little of all three, that will show in which direction he is pointed. He ad mits that its details are a secret and that he has a "superstitious New Eng land wish" to make it a complete sur prise to that well-defined cosmopolitan public that is always eager to hear what Carpenter will say next. WE talked about the problem of the young man in music, the chat of a stock-broker to a merchant of supplies. "Over my dead body," and the lean fist came down on the desk, "would a son of mine try to be both musician and modern business man." And although the words were said more in firmness than in bitterness, it was plain to see that the job of pigeon holing the major enterprises of his life had not been an easy one. It is at least a credible theory that his whim sical fancy, his keen observation of the child (as in the "Perambulator" suite), his facile gift for the re-creation of con temporary phenomena (as in "Krazy Kat" and "Skyscrapers") have repre sented the results of an escape from a commercial world, more than occasion ally monotonous and oppressive. He is reckoned by some as a kind of super- dilettante. I frequently hear that if Carpenter had only been thus and so, or had not been this and that he would have left a really great artistic heritage. This seems to be a specious sort of rea- TWE CHICAGOAN soning. If American contemporaries have made any mark in world music at all, Carpenter certainly stands with the first three or four of them. And, as composers go, he is still a young man in music. Better to try accurately to catalogue him in another hundred years. But we weren't as pedantic as this sounds. We made a flying trip — it was almost time for lunch — across the American scene. Paul Whiteman. He reaches reflectively for another cigarette and decides that the stout maestro is slipping fast. Gone are the days when the Grofe version of the "Rhapsody in Blue" hit us between the eyes with the impact of something new and needed. ERNEST BLOCH. Patently a great composer, says Mr. Carpen ter. His "America" was certainly the most provoking and effective novelty of the past season. Yet despite its glitter it illustrates perfectly the complete futility of a genius working in a me dium not designed for him. In "America" Bloch is swept sentiment ally away by extra-musical considera tions. With a scattering of national folk-material and a good rousing an them he skillfully designs a thrilling piece of propaganda. But when the shouting and the clamor dies away and the memory of "Israel" and the viola suite return to the mind, one realizes that he has only been pulling himself up by his boot-straps. Carpenter is willing and articulate on the widest range of subjects. He talks about Eugene O'Neill and says that he could have done without the last three acts of "Strange Interlude." A com plex mixture of art and philosophy with the one continually getting in the way of the other. He talks of his activ ity on the jury which awards the Prix de Rome and thinks that the latest de cision, favoring young Roger Sessions, is a most admirable one. He dips into the movies and admits that for them he has a basic response. Good or bad they get through to him. He is bothered by the talkie, but thinks that when the en gineers of Westinghouse and General Electric solve the problem of perspec tive sound, the new medium will have tremendous possibilities. But we get too far afield. I refrain from asking him about his bridge and tennis. The folder, marked J. A. C, bulky and threatening, stirs an elemen tary sense of fairness to be found even among interviewers. I leave this re markable Chicagoan to his labors. True Elegance in 'Social Stationery It is with confidence that we invite you to the Department of Stationery to see the many new and charming "conceits' shown for the Spring and Summer. While you will naturally expect to find exceptional examples of Station' ery, you may be somewhat surprised at the really reasonable prices which prevail. When engraving is desired we appreciate all the time you can conveniently give to ensure exceptional work. Spaulding & Co. Jewelers and Silversmiths MICHIGAN AVENUE at VAN BUREN STREET CHICAGO EVANSTON PARIS 1636 Orrington Ave. 23 Rue de la Pane 26 THE CHICAGOAN cfeekot shots han "Button Up Your Overcoat** — the tune that's being whistled through four out of every five sets of spaced teeth from here to Hawaii. Sung by the star of the show — Zelma O'Neal, herself— accom panied by Al Goodman's Follow Thru Orchestra. "I Want To Be Bad" — and what a bad little mama Zelma can be when she bites into these warm lyrics, heated to the boiling point by Al Good man, in person. 4207 /.*)| Ben Bernie plays Aj*/ — the same two numbers and ^t*» ' when he leads, you've toe and ear entertainment that will break par on any course, whether it's the Roosevelt Ballroom or your own front parlor with the rug rolled up. 4204' Hal Kemp plays "Lucky Star'9 — the coo and croon hit of Follow Thru rendered with an eye on mixed twosomes who go in for astronomy — with or with out matrimony aforethought. "You Wouldn't Fool Me Would You" — the eternal feminine question set to music — with the appropriate answer for the man who would Follow Thru. 4212 S&rwtswkk The ROVING REPORTER Sfiort Show, the Stevens Hotel By FRANCIS C.C0UGHLIN CHIEF EAGLE THUNDER picks up his tom-tom. He strikes al ternately with knuckles and heel of his right hand. The notes are solid, resonant, heavy, so that they jar the inside air; the first note strong, the second barely perceptible except to set the rhythm: Boom-bum-Boom-bum- Boom-bum-Boom-bum . . . the beat is unhurried; it goes on interminably. Sightseers crowd around the chief. Boy Scouts in khaki, tidied for the occasion but wrinkled by the indefati gable genius for untidiness which re sides in every small boy. Business men puffy and close shaven in well tailored clothes gape at the savage. A few women, wives or mothers, endure the ceremony. Women are frankly bored with the lunacy of their men folks at a sport show. Small boys are impressed. Business men are grave and elaborately at ease, yet just a bit off'hand and patronising with the Indians. ONE visitor edges up and shakes the Chiefs hand. (The Chief seems relieved to be rid of the tom-tom business.) The visitor approves through horn rimmed glasses and smiles over his easy conquest of Sioux and Blackfoot. He inquires the sec ond Indian's name. The second Indian is eager to oblige. Alas, he does not speak English. So he shows his badge and the paleface pats his shoulder. OLD EAGLE THUNDER, so a sign says, rode down wild hills in the feathered and lance-tipped ava' lanche which annihilated Custer. Per haps he did. He takes up his tom tom slowly. He is old. His face, dabbled with stringy, graying hair, is the mild, sexless face of an old man. He goes back to thumping with hand- heel and knuckle. His audience leaves abruptly, too bored to listen. This in the exhibition hall of the Stevens Hotel. This part of a display given over to the exposition of equip ment designed for outdoor sports, hunting, fishing, camping, canoeing and loafing at ease under strange trees by remote waters. IF one is to judge by space taken up and by the craftsmanship of wares displayed, the fisherman is the sports man most avid of his science. Of all MICHAEL STATE TWE CHICAGOAN 27 outdoor men he utilises the most diver sified equipment. His rods and reels are beautifully built, fine, precise, strong and ingenious. His nets, gaffs, creels and waders are varied and adap' table to his art. And his artificial baits are miracles of observation, in vention, adaptation and sheer unpre dictable poetry. One finds bass baits like chubs, frogs, flies, hellgamites, minnows, mice and beetles. One finds them mobile and immobile, diving, floating, darting and wriggling, resem bling every amphibian creature ever imagined. And one finds them pink, blue, spotted and scarlet. And one finds them in series and tandem. To be cast, trolled, jiggled and reeled. Animal, vegetable and mineral, and some — as we have said — compounded of the sheer poetic exuberance of the human spirit. Fancy a double spinner with two aluminum blades revolving like minia ture aeroplane propellors. Attached is a red bucktail cunningly concealing a triple hook. Trailing below is the seductive wriggle of a pork rind. The spinners, themselves, revolve against colored bits of glass. Nothing in air or water looks like this contraption-r- it is a sublime creation of imaginative genius. Very likely it catches bass. GUNS are strangely uninteresting on display. They are sleek, effi cient, compact and deadly. Yet they all look alike. Once shotguns and rifles are separated, there remains only a technical interest in performance. And performance tests with firearms are somewhat difficult to realise in the basement of the Stevens Hotel. One should, however, mention the sawed off shotgun, chastely on display as a safety device for householder and motorist. It is graced with a pistol grip. It comes reasonably priced. Al together it is a mild sensation in the gun booth. Pistols are more intriguing. Beau tiful and venomous pearl handled jobs, mounted like jewels and shining as dangerous women. The heavy, mur derous Army .45, a brawler and bad actor generally. The cool Police .38, an accurate long range weapon. The old style western revolver with its an tique hang, a kind of mutton-sleeve and bustle motif in its lines, but a hard shooter nevertheless and no whit abashed in modern company. Pistols draw a respectful circle of onlookers. (continued on page 38) QcwCLf Ouuf D. G. I929 A yOUNG CHIN IS A PROUD CHIN THROW your head back, ever so little. Does this care free gesture reveal a sculptured chinline, proudly curved ... or does it simply emphasize that dull mark of age — a double chin? To be lovely, a chin must be youthful, clear-cut, patrician. There is no beauty in a double chin. Dorothy Gray spent years evolving treatments and preparations that prevent, and correct, the double chins that make a woman look so old. These remarkably successful treatments are available to Chicago women at the Dorothy Gray salon, 900 North Michigan Avenue. Please telephone Whitehall 5421 for appointments. Here, and at leading Chicago shops also, you may obtain the ex quisite Dorothy Gray preparations for your home use. DOROTHY GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE, NORTH (Through the arched doorway of the J arvis-Hunt Building) Salons in : NEW YORK LOS ANGELES SAN FRANCISCO WASHINGTON ATLANTIC CITY 28 THE CHICAGOAN Will you wait in line or will you book in advance Will you chance to luck for steamer reservations, seats on the train, hotels, sightseeing and other travel essentials on your trip to Europe ? Or, will you step serenely aboard the ship to your stateroom with the knowledge that your trip has been expertly laid out from end to end— with steamer, rail, plane and hotel accommodations safely booked? Under the American Express In dependent Travel Plan an interesting itinerary is skilfully worked out on your ideas. 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The reason for my hospitable atti tude toward literary hidalgoes is the play called "A Hundred Years Old" ("El Centenario1') , now at the Harris with Otis Skinner as its venerable star. And if admitting a few caravel-loads Top right and center, Artist Karson records Frances Williams and Dolly Gilbert. Left and center, Willie and Eugene Howard. Tom Patricola with the banjo and Harry Richman at the crest of the wave. All of George White's Scandals, current at the Four Cohans. THE CHICAGOAN 29 of polite Castilianos overcrowds the membership of the Dramatists' Guild, I'm in favor of deporting an equal number of native-born American play wrights, to be apprenticed as sweepers in the bull-rings of Madrid and Bar celona. They might be good at that trade, and the arrangement would sweeten the atmosphere of our theatres. 1 FOUND "A Hundred Years Old" 1 much to my taste, and refused to accept the point of view, advanced by various first-night veterans, that this sort of thing may not be relished by the average playgoer, who is alleged to be all for a jig and a tale of bawdry. We have had so much jigging, and so many tales of bawdry, or worse, of late that "A Hundred Years Old" may sur prise the natives as a sheer novelty. Its pace is easy, even slow; its dialogue is garrulous with casual Spanish con versation; and its story is almost lack ing in the element of opposition that makes a plot. But it is mellow and charming; and it is rich with homely wisdom. It is a play for people who like to leave a theatre somewhat more reconciled to life than when they en tered. The central character of this leis urely, warm-hearted comedy is new in my experience of the theatre; and yet he appears as a first-page story many times a year in every newspaper in the world. He is a centenarian, about to celebrate his hundredth birthday. A much-alive ancestor of a numerous brood, who is neither halting in his gait nor defective in his faculties; who boasts that he is going to live until he is two hundred. He is ripe in toler ance and searching in sagacity; and he broods over this play like an ancient god, blessing all the shortcomings of his descendants. THIS role is meat and drink for Otis Skinner. He is better suited here, I think, than he has been since "The Honor of the Family." Mr. Skinner's somewhat florid graces place him in key with Spanish atmosphere. His natural, unforced sweetness of per sonality is in tune with the theme of the play. And his own age — he is a hale and hearty seventy-one — gives him complete sanction to impersonate the robust Centenario that the Quin- tero brothers have written about so affectionately. If this role should mark Mr. Skinner's farewell to the stage, he will have made his exit with a beau 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. 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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 he pleased to have you call today to see some espc dally choice accommodations. The PEARSON HOTEL 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 Single, $3.50 to $6.00 Double, $5.00 to $7.00 Daily Rates Special Monthly Rates Upon Application geste. That idea, probably, hasn't oc curred to him, for, like the Papa Juan he is playing, he is always following "the little light ahead," and thinking of beginnings rather than endings. "You are as good as bread, Papa Juan," one of the characters says. A delightful turn of Spanish phrase. So is the play itself. And so is Mr. Skin ner. Papa Juan, and the hundredth birth day party he planned for so thoroughly and stubbornly, worried me until the curtain fell on the third act. For the opposing force in the story, hinted at now and then, is the imminence of death. I was afraid that Papa Juan would be nagged into a stroke on the eve of his great anniversary by some of his cantankerous descendants, par ticularly a venomous Dona Filomena. I remembered an old country cemetery that I discovered last summer, where I came upon the tombstone of a pio neer who had died on the eve of his hundredth year; and I forgot that the play was announced as a comedy. WELL, Papa Juan doesn't die. He weakens a little under the strain of his marvelous party, and doses off in his chair. But he has one ear cocked in his nap toward the love- making of his two favorite young peo ple, a grandson and a great-grand daughter. He is going to live until they give him a great-great-grandchild, and he wakes up to give the parents of the next generation his quiwical congratulations. "A Hundred Years Old" is cast with an array of talents and reputations, including Katherine Grey and Charles Dalton. The romance of youth which occupies Papa Juan's attention is well carried by Hardie Albright and Mary Arbenz — the former to be remembered from "Gang- War," the latter a new ingenue of piquant type. Hello and Good-by BEATRICE LILLIE has come and gone in the revue called "This Year of Grace" before this department of The Chicagoan has had opportu nity to say the proverbial Jack Robin son. Which is sudden and surprising conduct — perhaps characteristic of Miss Lillie's puckish sense of humor. The show, which had a fortnight's booking at the Majestic, was more ex pansive than a Chariot Revue, but not as opulent as a "Scandals." I find that WW; The GvMmx for 7fi£ Oilon to (isnlki- 7he Taj Wofool- QomhoiM Ths. Joke Mvr&TJmwz Motel la to- Qucaacr THE CHICAGOAN 31 William Gaxton, the enter prising Connecticut Yankee who frolics through King Arthur's court at the Gar rick, leads a knowing and lively show toward mid-summer. this middle size is about right for the revue of intelligence. Its first act was so weak that the jurymen in the lobby during the intermission, at the opening, were inclined to turn in a verdict of "guilty"; but it picked up surprisingly in the second half of the program. The number called "Dance, Little Lady," was memorable, and as a little London clerk in the song "World Weary," Miss Lillie showed a surpris ing flash of her versatility as an enter tainer. The company contained a co hort of clever performers, and but for the eccentricity of its booking "This Year of Grace" should have brightened the town until Decoration Day. Attention, Title-writers SUGGESTIONS are in order for amendments to the present title of the players at the Goodman Theatre. If you know a trustee of the Art In- MEUBLES DE STYLE — an exni bition (J at COLBY'S Les epoques de style Louis Quatorze, Iran- sition, Louis i^/uinze, Regence, JLouis Seize, Directoire, et J&mpire C^^^^S Because Paris exerts as definite an influence upon furnishing styles as it does upon costumes, Colby's maintain a constant contact with Pari sian trends. W^e now present an entire floor ol exquisite importations for chamber and boudoir, so related in scale and feeling that they may be assembled by discriminating persons into rooms of rare charm. Visit and see the display John A. COLB I an<l Sons Interior decorators since 1866 129 North Wabash Avenue CHICAGO ¦MSB* Branch in Evanston stitute, speak to him about it. If the mouthful of unharmonious words recently inflicted upon the Good man group is permitted to survive, dreadful things may follow. The Art Institute of Chicago Civic Repertory Company is a menace to local nomen clature. I shall expect to see it fol lowed by such grotesque appellations as: the John G. Shedd of Chicago Civic Fish, Eels1 and Lobsters' Aquarium. The word "civic," it appears on in vestigation, is a sine qua non. An ugly word, suggesting "civet" and "physic," but it is rumored to have charms to soothe the prospective donor's check book. Very well; since they insist upon this suburban and grade-school word, let it stand. My suggestion is a direct parallel to the institution which flourishes so mightily under the aegis of Mr. Insull. Let the players at the Goodman be called The Civic Drama Company. The Art Institute, which is not seri' ously in need of advertising, can indi' cate its sponsorship in an under-line on the letterhead. 32 THE CHICAGOAN Lobsters in various styles are only one of several specialties for which the Brevoort is famous. TONIGHT IN THE MAIN RESTAURANT If you're planning an evening's diversion in the Loop, come to the Brevoort for a delightful prelude: a menu offering an intriguing variety of excellent foods; intelligent service; an environment at once cheering and restful. A musical back ground—unobtrusive, pleasing. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely meal. The Brevoort is convenient to all the principal theaters. 6 to 8 p.m. Every Evening Including Sundays Entrance Direct or Through Lobby No Cover Charge wmstw^^S^^^^mMis^lSBSi MU/ICAL NOTE/ The Symphony Windufi Reviewed By ROBERT POLLAK THE Chicago Symphony brought its season to conclusion with a bulky and for midable program comprising the Choral Symphony of Beethoven and a group of selections from the last act of the Mastersingers. A good quar tet and the Chicago Singverein, one of the institutions so happily associated with the name of the late Dr. Boeppler, were the vocal assistants. For this reporter the concert was a happier event after the Beethoven was out of the way. Partly from an inner incapacity to thrill at the touch of this particular master, partly because of an imaginary flair for the detection of mu sical hypocrites, we have always thought that much of the contemporary consid eration for Beethoven was so much sorry lip -worship. It is more than curious that the noisiest partisans of Beethoven take so little trouble to study him. And however outrageous our lese majeste, we at least have made hon est effort through fifteen years of play ing and listening to understand why Beethoven still possesses so much vital ity for contemporary musicians. It is impossible not to respect him for the symphonies and the sonatas. It is im possible not to gape with awe at the prevision of the late quartets. But we cannot love him as we do Bach and Wagner. THE Chorale, model for his musical descendants, seems ineffably dreary in spots. Much of the en semble, on this special April 20, was ragged. The Singverein struggled man — and womanfully through the final movement, attaining precision if not an impressive volume in the high and difficult summits of the vocal score. With the Mastersingers, Stock closed his official season very much at home and going strong. The band thundered away in celebration of the marching guilds. The singers arose and launched into the mighty G major of the Chorale as if Hans Sachs him self were in the audience. It will be a happy day when Chicago can hear this magnificent music-drama in full again. THE penultimate concert of the season glittered with the pyro technics of Alexandre Brailowsky who laid down a heavy barrage of Liszt — the E flat piano concerto and the "Totentanz." The young Russian has gone through a change since he was here last. The original Brailowsky, a rather, fragile, reed-like figure, relied on an extraordinary legato technique and the discreet application of deli cate tone. Now he is quite the young heaven-stormer, banging his way up and down the black and white as if he were all steel sinew. Five years more of judicious experiment and he will be a great pianist. Stock dished up the Strauss tone- poem "Also Sprach Zarathustra" and the Liszt Mephisto Waltz, strangely en gaging for its colorful hints of what a gentleman named Scriabin was to do some forty years later with that cer tain chord. For all his tawdriness Liszt was prophetic on occasion. And he knew where to find a good theme when he built the Dance of Death around the noble "Dies Irae." This medieval hymn would sound stirring even on a harmonica. THE annual visit of Roland Hayes, the negro tenor, is a seasonal red- letter day to this patient concert-goer. There is something infinitely appealing about Hayes. He reaches out with a fine personal quality toward his listen er. One is impressed by the magnifi cent bearing and dignity of the artist, the high cultural levels from which his interpretations come. His programs are models of taste and careful prepa ration. Yet his voice is so sheerly lovely, in mezzo-voce or robusto that what he sings seems to fling itself out as if inspired by the specific moment. He makes the clean distinction between sentimentality and sentiment that only the great artist can recognize for him self. One reason why we are so sick of spirituals is because singers insist upon dramatizing them, squeezing every bit of emotional content out of them. Hayes, singing "Were You THE CHICAGOAN 33 There" or "Deep River," makes his art doubly effective by exercising a serene reticence and an intelligent con trol over his own powers. The result is so exquisite that he seems to become suddenly the glorious spokesman of his race. I F you are entertained by the civilized * art of parody we hope you saw and heard "This Year of Grace." Because in that revue a precious fellow recited a synopsis of a high-brow ballet, a pas toral with wicked implications. And then, to barbarous chord sequences and vicious percussion, the curtain rose upon a stage filled with the whirling electric-bulbs, the whizzing machinery, and the grotesque nymphs and shep herds of Mr. Noel Coward's critical imagination. What made him angry with the modern ballet, we have no idea; but his travesty is eloquent com ment on its frequent affectedness. "AN American in Paris," by l\ George Gershwin. The Ameri can is lonely, but he puts on a bold front and walks along the Rue de la Paix swinging a cane to a jaunty tune. He meets another American and they ponder over a bock. The orchestra croons the meanest of blues. But two is a crowd and their spirits pick up. They go to Montmartre and find an American jazz band and a couple of girls. An evening of whoopee. The next day the American is happier. The walking tune is still jauntier now as he strolls along dodging taxis. That's all, but if you're as badly bit ten by Gershwinitis as we are, write to your neighborhood dealer, Mr. Stock, and maybe he'll play this engaging or chestral ramble next season. And maybe he will get George to come out and play the Concerto in F at the same concert. And you will discover what a good time you can really have at Or chestra Hall once in a while. "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $5. (I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) T^ame Address Whether it's HERE- THEY-COME . . . ZOOM-M-m . . .THERE- THEY-GO— or whether it's a hair-raising stretch to a nose-to-nose finish, you'll get it almost life like with your RCA Radiola 64 Some can get away f or the day. Still others prefer the same thrills at home, -without the inconven iences. East year it rained in Louisville on Derhy Day. This year, regard less of rain, the day— the sights— the races areyours -with perfect comfort, safeguarded hy Super- Heterodyne Reception. Offered by E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £4 EECTRIC SHOP>3 72 W. Adams Street, Chicago For the Splendid Season— —a magazine exactly suited in viewpoint, touch and gusto to the exacting needs of a civilized reader during the crowded and critical months of March, April and May. 34 TWECWICAGOAN est Face Forward! Many a costume owes its triumph to the face that tops it off. Proving that the beauty specialist is as important as the coutourier — when planning a wardrobe. If your present problem is a com plexion which doesn't quite harmonize with that trying new shade, chartreuse — visit Helena Rubinstein's Salon and order a new complexion! Deft fingers will play an exhilarating staccato on your face and throat with creams and lotions that animate. And talented fingers will work miracles with make-up. The result is a skin in the "pink" — • or in the "gold", if you wish — eyes newly alight, contours that spell youth. And the ability to wear all the "dif ficult" shades. Helena Rubinstein specializes in treat ments for the skin, hair, hands and eyes and in the art of make-up. But above all else, she specializes in individuals. fiemw I{ufin0ifi PARIS LONDON 670 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. H^he CINEMA An Ofeen Letter to Balahan & Katz By WILLIAM R. WEAVER GENTLEMEN: I have read your newspaper and screen an nouncements stat ing that the United Artists cinema has come under your direction. I have even read the tele gram signed with Mary Pickford's name. And as you know, having read in this column consistent approval of the United Artists theatre and simi larly consistent disapproval of the in stitution billed as Balaban 6=? Katz Service, there is no particularly no ticeable joy in this particular Mudville as a result of your victory. But there is hope. There is hope, however slender, that the influence of the talking-picture, the fan-mail that must have accumulated at the box-office of the United Artists in its golden past, the prestige won that must be evident to anyone dis posed to perceive it— there is hope that one or another or all of these may incline you toward a resolution to con tinue the cinema in the brief but splen did tradition that has set it off in such sharp contrast to the Oriental, the Chi cago, and in lesser degree the Roosevelt and McVickers. Hence this letter. I ASSUME that you are familiar with the distinguishing characteristics which have caused the United Artists to be listed in this magazine as "the Town's smartest cinema." Its audi ences have been composed of the best people, its curb has been lined with the best limousines, its screen has re flected the best entertainment (not al ways the best pictures, but infallibly the best taste) and a certain touch of humanness has tempered the militarism of its attaches. It has been possible to witness a screen program from a seat o*f one's choice and without being tram pled by the impetuous, loquacious, vigorous and too frequently amorous young persons encountered elsewhere. One's seat-neighbors have been civil ized, personable, well mannered. No Jack Osterman has interrupted the pro gram to mouth irrelevant obscenities, nor a Spitalny to ape Polacco, Stock and the Four Marx Brothers. It's been a splendid institution. And of course the purpose of this letter is to urge upon you the desirability — the profit, even — of continuing it in the manner to which its clientele is accus tomed. To this end I point out, firstly, the need for a strictly talking-picture thea tre protecting its patrons by an admis sion scale double or treble the present standardized fee. The United Artists, already established as the smart down town cinema, is ideally suited to the fulfillment of this need. To this thea tre would come the citizen who does not stand in line for admittance or dispute seat locations with char-women. 1 POINT out, secondly, the need for a reserved-seat cinema whereat per sons wishing to witness a talking-pic ture program may arrive before the play begins and depart when it has ended. (Who, seeing the final act of "Dracula," goes back to see the rest of it?) I mention, finally, a city of three million people, of whom not quite all are Robots and of whom a goodly number are solvent enough, intelligent enough and more than willing enough to support such a cinema, to attend it with fair regularity and to point it out (without mentioning the millions of dollars it cost) to guests within our gates. I have said that there is hope, how ever slender. Well, the degree of slen- derness is extreme. I have observed your method of operation since the Central Park proved to be a better mouse-trap than anyone else had made and launched you upon your glitter ing way. I doubt that you believe a better mouse-trap can be made, I doubt that you admit the possibility of some one wanting a better one, but I hope I'm wrong. And that is the hope men tioned in the beginning. Vocal Coquette: As much better than any other picture as Mary Pickford is than any other player. [See and be con vinced.] Speakeasy: A veracious representation of Tm CHICAGOAN 35 a popular American pastime. [See this one, too.] Nothing But the Truth: A hardy perennial pronounced this time by Rich ard Dix and company. [If there's no where else to go.} The Broadway Melody: Better than the Hearst newspapers say it is. [Don't miss it.] In Old Arizona: Several letter-writers say this is better than The Broadway Melody. [See it, anyway.] The Bellamy Trial: Best of the witness- stand drama. [Look and listen.] On Trial: Next best witness-stand drama. [Not if you've seen The Bellamy Trial.] Close Harmony: Nancy Carroll and Buddy Rogers in well-sponsored but not otherwise notable jazz. [Perhaps.] The Wild Party: Clara Bow's first re corded utterances and not bad. [Better catoh it.] Queen of the Night Clubs: Texas Guinan in impersonations of Texas Guinan, with gunplay. [No.] The Dummy: Boy-detective stuff. [No, indeed.] Lucky Boy: George Jessel sings and the rest of the picture isn't any good either. [By no means.] Chinatown Nights: Florence Vidor through no fault of hers. [Spare her.] The Wolf of Wall Street: Old- fashioned drama dressed up for George Bancroft and Baclanova. [Witness this.] The Ghost Talks: But doesn't say any thing important. [Pass it.] The Doctor's Secret: Barrie's "Half an Hour" in about seventy minutes of good acting. [Go.] The Terror: Best of the current shud der stuff. [If you care to.] Interference: The stage play with mi nor deletions. [Yes.] The Redeeming Sin: Awful. [Never.] Quasi-Vocal My Man: Fanny Brice in all her vaude ville numbers and a sort of story. [If you like Fanny.] Hot Stuff: Alice White in sub-adoles cent mischief. [Better not.] Hardboiled Rose: Myrna Loy saves her dear old Dad's reputation. [If you can picture that.] Noah's Ark: A lot of people in a lot of water and a mail-order allegory. [Go swimming.] His Captive Woman: Milton Sills and Dorothy Mackaill are shipwrecked again. [Like shipwrecks?] The Younger Generation: Abie's Irish Rose's great-grandchild. [I give up.] The Iron Mask: Douglas Fairbanks' best picture. [It's a pleasure.] Wolf Song: Lupe Velez in a badly gargled love story. [Tune in a couple of murders.] The Shopworn Angel: Nancy Carroll and Gary Cooper and a great little war story. [If you can locate it in town.] •*jj53»*<m> & One i if America's beckons to You^ IXEY V*B& NUCHIG* See/ Enjoy the Great Noiith Woods owM Modern Appointmenis 22,000 acres of something different — the practical application of a new idea in conservation and summer resorts — with all the modern conveniences of the best appointed city or country club yet retaining its natural beauty — virgin timber, lakes and wild life. Bear Creek Golf Course — one of the finest in the country- designed for the discriminating player. Combined capacity of Celibeth Tavern, Bear Creek Lodge and cottages is 150 persons - — no crowding here. All-way, all weather airport — or you can come by rail or motor. Only a night's ride from Chicago — wonderful highways from all directions. Write now for rates and reservations. Only a limited number of reservations can be accepted WISCONSIN LAND & LUMBER COMPANY BLANEY, MICHIGAN Mute The Sin Sister: Nancy Carroll in a story the censors eliminated. [Spare the lady.] Strong Boy: Victor McLaglen saves the Limited. [Spare the gentleman.] The Duke Steps Out: William Haines pattern picture; boxing this time. [Well, you know how 'tis.] Why Be Good: The censors removed the reason. [Overlook it.] The Trail of '98: Careful and highly informative Klondike stuff. [Look it over.] Trial Marriage: Guilty. [Don't.] True Heaven: Another Armistice end ing. [Don't bother.] The Red Dance: Dolores Del Rio and the soldier. [Forget it.] Scarlet Seas: Dick Barthelmess and Betty Bronson and prodigious spilling of blood aboard ship. [If you've seen everything else.] The Rescue: Ronald Colman and Lily Damita don't get along very well to gether. [Go to bed early for a change.] The Wedding March: Erich von Stro- heim's best million dollar's worth of movie. [Yessir.] Abie's Irish Rose: Just a few more Nichols for Anne. [Nosir.] 36 THE CHICAGOAN GO, CHICAGO Notes for Traveling Citizens By LUCIA LEWIS of a smart hostess about to pour a drink SHE is about to pour a drink of C o r i n n i s Waukesha Water — the finest, purest water that ever bubbled from a spring. Corinnis Waukesha Water is the finest compliment you can pay to the fastidiousness of your family and friends. For Corinnis is never cloudy, never "bitter," never doubtful. It comes to you straight from the famous Corin nis Spring at Waukesha, Wis consin. You will find it always crystal-clear, pure, and always good to taste. Its cost is low Thousands of families, enjoy this de lightful spring water daily. Due to its widespread popularity the cost is sur prisingly low. It is one of the finer things in life which everyone can afford to have. It is a water every smart hostess wants to have. Phone your order now Telephone SUPerior 6543 for a case of Corinnis Waukesha Water to-day. It is put up in handy half gallon bot tles to fit your refrigerator. Delivered to your door anywhere in Chicago and suburbs. Shipped anywhere in the United States. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, INC. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold alto at your neighborhood norm) OF course, smart people ran down to Spain even before the time of Ernest Hemingway, but there is no gainsaying the fact that 'The Sun also Rises" sent new thousands across the border, grimly determined to drink twenty hours a day, scintillate conver sationally, and live through a bullfight. After which they shot back to Biar ritz;, pretty rocky and all fed up on fiestas. But don't let them spoil Spanish fiestas for you. They do know how to put on a good celebration here for the traveler who knows enough to take his in sips, not gulps. From San Sebastian south to the expositions at Barcelona and Seville is a gay and splendid tour this year. Barcelona of fers its international exposition and all the things that go with it, for serious visitors, but at the same time it is putting on a fiesta that is a fiesta: sports, races, bullfights, art, drama, with all the dancing, guitar strum ming, and romantic moonlight you can use. THE affair runs from May to December and should be partic ularly delightful in fall when the weather is fine and the first tour ist rush is over. Those who are al ready in Europe in September can run down from France by train or motor, or by steamer from Genoa; while di rect from New York the new liners of the Spanish Royal Mail take one right to Barcelona's doors. Luxurious steamers of the French and Italian lines make regular trips from New York to Gibraltar, which is within easy motoring or railroad distance of Seville and Barcelona. And remember, it is not too early to make reservations now for Septem ber travel. Steamship agents' lives are perceptibly shortened by their strug gles with passengers who march in a few weeks before sailing date and ex pect to buy a choice stateroom on a specified liner the way they get a pound of butter at the delicatessen. Any good travel bureau will also take care of railroad tickets or motor hire to Spain from anywhere in Europe. Even if you belong to the S. P. C. A. you will find the bullfight a rather magnificent spectacle, with skill, not cruelty, the outstanding feature, but don't go unless you can keep still if you should disapprove. People that cannot play like nice children or at least not criticize others when they play, should be paddled and sent home in the interests of the amity of nations. International friendship has become so much a matter of stuffy missions and solemn pacts that the C. C. Drake Company deserves special applause for bringing Good Will back where it be longs, associated with the pleasant aspects of existence. Their Good Will Tour of Europe sends you gliding through half a doz,en countries on luxurious special trains, puts you up at the finest hotels, and generally pro vides such happy experiences that you will return exuding more mellow friendship for the people you visited than a Kellogg Pact. SWANKY tours like this are being taken up by the best people, now that the world is changing so, that the grand tour they made ten or twenty years ago does not suffice for the alert-minded. A tour like the Drake Good Will, the smart White Star, Cunard, or Hamburg- American North Cape cruises, and the modern motor and airplane trips are as much like the ordinary escorted tour as a Filet Mignon Beurre d'Anchois is like a sirloin steak. For people with a purpose in life THE CHICAGOAN 37 the European trip often becomes a "movement" in trade jargon, but do not let them frighten you. The doc tors, for instance, who are going over in the Homeopathic Visitation will get some splendid things out of the clin ics they visit, and the fortunate crowds that are attending the international ad vertising congress in Berlin should bring back plenty of new ideas, but Jack isn't to be a dull boy at that. At the En Route bureau in the Palmer House members of these professions can find out how cleverly work is sandwiched into generous slices of play. Of course these two bureaux, as well as the host of others from American Express to Cook's, do much besides handling these organized tours. The individual traveler who places his des tiny in their hands will chortle tri umphantly when he watches less fore- sighted beings battle with customs of ficers, over-pay taxi drivers, fight for hotel rooms, and struggle with a new language every other day. ALL this talk of vessels and foreign i lands must fall drearily enough on ears that are not crossing this year, but after all, those that go to Spanish fiestas miss our native fiestas, so things are balanced in the end. To my mind no foreign celebration surpasses a true western rodeo in color, daring and excitement, but I'll take mine straight — out in ranch country and not in a city stadium. The season starts in June, I think, though some of the biggest rodeos are not held till July and August. The Tri-State Round-up at Belle Fourche is one of the earliest and biggest and now that the Northwestern lines are adding regular plane service into the Black Hills a Dakota vacation is quite easily achieved from Madison Street. It is a splendid vacation, too. Smaller rodeos dot the dude ranch country. Many people go to the ranches early in June and get in rid ing enough to qualify them for the parade that usually precedes the rodeo. City grownups, buckling themselves into leather and silver trappings, are wont to remark sheepishly that they do this "just for the kids." The kids are wild about it, but I have never seen a prouder grin or more enchanted eye than on the papas and mammas who have worked off enough urban portliness to do their bit in the parade with suitable nonchalance. s*7W.W$; Fashionable Weddings! Yours to give — Hers to remember. A fashionable wed ding that you may be proud of— and that will make her joy complete. A beautiful occasion made perfect with Shoreland experience — made delightful with Shoreland catering — made memorable in a Shoreland setting. Add prestige to the momentous occasion — the touches that make for actual smartness. 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Appointments for private exhibits should be made with the secretary in advance. WARREN PIPER & CO. Diamond Importers 31 North State Street CHICAGO An invitation is cordially extended you to visit our salon at the DRAKE HOTEL where we are showing CRYSTAL AND JADE LAMPS EMBROIDERED TABLE AND PIANO COVERS OCCASIONAL TABLES EXCLUSIVE PIECES OF FURNITURE INTERIOR DESIGNING AND DECORATING W. P. NELSON COMPANY N. J. Nelson, President 153-159 West Ohio Street Executive Offices Telephone Whitehall 5073 THE life of a dude on a ranch, however, embraces much more than riding to rodeos, but one cannot cover the subject in three paragraphs. Some years ago, it is true, a nine year old rancher visiting in the city cov ered it in one sentence when I asked him to describe the then unfamiliar life of the western range. "Well,"'1 said he slowly, "we do broncho busting, but that doesn't mean breaking them in two, not by no means." The ranch still busts bronchos, but nigh unto two hundred of them have gone into dudcbusting as well, and are doing it with such notable success that their visitors come back year after year, begging for more. Which is as it should be, for these ranches offer an authentic segment of American life and, what is probably more important to the vacationeer, give him a darn good time. THEY range from Dakota, Mon' tana and Wyoming to Arizona, and from forty or fifty dollars a week to a hundred fifty or more. In studying rates it is wise to see what the quota tion covers. Often the more expensive sounding ones are not higher, because they include everything in their first price instead of lying in ambush with extras for horses, guides, and such. Long pack trips into the mountains always mean additional cost, naturally, but the average guest is quite happy with the shorter jaunts and perhaps a day's saddle trip that gives him the thrill of cooking freshly caught trout over a campfire but gets him back to a hot bath and soft bed at night. Though the big summer season starts about the end of June, some ranches are open now, for hunting and fishing. But we need space to do right by the west, so more anon. Sport Show At the Stevens [begin on page 26] ODDLY enough, archery comes in for a great deal of attention. For one thing, the archery exhibit is splen- didly arranged. It shows a cross bow, a heavy, accurate weapon fitted with trigger, sights and gunstock. It shows, too, an immense Chinese bow, de- signed to propel a spear and operated by two men. It shows, too, trophies of the Art Young exploits. Arrow- killed lions in pictures, and the arrows I in a case. A lion bone deeply impaled TWE CHICAGOAN 39 by a shaft. A bear pelt slashed and stabbed by fatal arrows. Miss Jesse Akester, herself a ranking archer, pre sides over the archery booth. Art Young, too, is here. A tall, well dressed man, quiet, pleasant and easy going. Yet despite Indians and fishermen and archers, the greatest interest in the sport show lies perhaps in the very things which defy nature and temper the outdoors to man's puny comfort. One pauses before outboard motors, swift mechanical substitutes for the straining paddler on lake and river. One approves camp lanterns and flash lights — and is prepared to discount a dark wilderness. Fabricated houses are dry and clean, light and roomy. Camp cooking utensils are smokeless, deft, compact and astonishingly effi cient. There are shoes and clothes and collapsible boats and compasses and hunting knives with which to win civilization in the woods. ONE looks at the means of ap proaching nature, and finds that that one looks simply at ingenious de vices for overcoming her. Even a portable talking picture promises to relieve the tedium of breathing pines, wide lakes and the hidden ways of for est creatures much more interesting to read about than to observe. For one person hearing a free lecture on bird life, ten are examining an out board motor and 15 are wrapped up in watching a fish line woven by an amazing machine of clicking and bob bing shuttles. The St* Lawrence Seaway Ask also about our All-expense conducted European Tours White Empresses quickest way to and from the Orient Winter Cruises— choice space now booking Just when travelling co n d i t i o n s arc most pleasant, and on some of the Atlantic's finest liners, come the lowest fares of the —by the short, scenic route that bridges the ocean in four days. Passengers on deluxe Empresses, with their own special train direct to ship- side at Quebec, pay almost a third less after July 1st ... . on the fast new Duchesses and other Cabin liners, after July 16th. 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If a darker effect is desired it can be had by using gypsy oil which is considerably redder. I would advise careful study with a hand glass before deciding on the darker shade. Among new Rubinstein preparations is a lip stick, one end rouge the other camphor, and a small home treatment case — about ten by six — including all the necessities for $16.50, which you will find most reasonable as these things go- ALONG while ago I started talking i about the beauties of satin-wood furniture and the difficulty of finding really good pieces. With real pleasure I now announce that it is available galore. Colby has a comprehensive exhibi- tion of both antique and modern. A large half-round commode of East In dia satinwood, kongwood banding, has hand decorations, employing floral, peacock and Prince of Wales feather motifs. Pronounced by Mr. Herbert Cescinsky, noted authority, an excep tionally fine example of the period. This is from an important house near Alnwick, England. Hepplewhite sofa, French influence, with maple frame with original enamel finish, England 1790. Few museums own an eighteenth century English sofa of better outline and detail than this specimen. And another choice to tell you of, though it's almost impossible to choose, an exquisite drop-end Sheraton sofa table, with inlays of mahogany and holly. One of the finest of satinwood pieces in the collection and acquired in Glasgow, Scotland. Wall papers are lovely this year, so many new ones of the more modernis tic type with softer colors than before so that no one need fear having a too startling effect by using them. After looking at most of the leading shops I came upon Salubra on the 9th floor of the Marshall Field Annex. Here I stayed for some time and I'm sure you will say with good reason. All their papers are guaranteed fast color and washable. A decorative me dium for more than thirty years it is only recently that Salubra wall cover ing has become economically available to decorators on this side of the At' lantic. The base of Salubra is water proof parchment paper and on this, oil colors specially compounded to prevent fading are applied. MANY European artists have made the designs and they look when on the wall much more like actual painting than wall paper. Contrary to the general conception wall paper to be waterproof does not of necessity have to have the very high finish seen in the papers shown for bathroom or kitchen. All of the Salubra designs have a very dull finish. One for a dining room or hall has Viennese stripes of gray with a jagged stripe of bright green enclosing a fine lavender vine with little orange leaves. It perhaps sounds terrible, but really is very smart. A charming bedroom pattern has just large oval leaves of lavender gray and white on a pink background; this you can see on the wall of one of the mod ern bedrooms at Fields, Furniture floor, State Street side. And speaking of these you can get some excellent idea for almost any lit tle thing you plan to do in your home. There is not only the Budget House and the Maisonette but both boys1 and girls' rooms. Porches furnished com plete also a formal house; but five mod ern rooms caught my eye. So much of the modern furniture up to now has looked both queer and uncomfort able but all that is shown here is quite the contrary and the woods used are beautiful. Curtains of printed voile with lovely wavy lines of color, (these you will find at Schumackers) , and new ways of employing wall paper. A flowered panel in back of the beds and on each side of the door combined with TWC CHICAGOAN 41 a matching plain color, gives a much more spacious appearing room than using an all flowered paper and to complete the effect wide bands of con trasting color outline all the woodwork. MANY of the modern rooms de signed by decorators are show ing floor cushions in brilliant colors made of Morocco. For a long time we have used purses, cigarette cases and book cases made of it and all of these can also be found at French Freres, Inc., 910 Marshall Field Annex. These articles are made entirely by hand in Casablanca, French Morocco of care fully selected sheep and goat leathers. One of the natives with a crude scis sors cuts the material into small pieces. A fellow worker thins out these pieces and hands them on to another who successfully manipulates a huge "po tato masher" to produce the correct width of skin desired for lining pur poses. With a chisel-like instrument, the native hammers out his own patterns and a skillful worker does the gold etching, with real gold which never tarnishes. The walls of the work shop are strung with knives, daggers, cleav ers and what-not which constitute the only implements used by native artisans. A new store in the Stevens Annex carrying French lingerie, jewelry and pajama sets is the Teddy Baer, Room 1025. Lovely crepe de chene nighties in all colors and with real lace and exquisite mosaic work are priced from $3 to $17. Step-ins or teddies to match are $10 up. Among the jewelry is an antique sil ver setting and white jade necklace priced reasonably at $40.00. 3 JWobern Bemanb for Sn ancient &rt THOSE who are satisfied to dismiss this as the "ma chine age" fail to take into ac count the American's inherent love of beauty and charm. And this characteristic has brought into the home once more the majestic simplicity of carved wood interiors. And now the summer homes are sharing with the city's ex clusive abodes, the warmth and lasting beauty of period panel ing. Our skilled craftsmen plying their art in rare old seasoned woods have accomplished complete transformations with the retention of individualism — Gothic, Tudor, Elizabethan or Jacobean — as your judgment dictates. Heilp interior Crafts Co. Chicago, 111. "The skilled craftsman, whose pride is in his art o'ershadows all else'' Workshop and Studio 905-11 North Wells St. A, __ _x.t this vivid season when the attractions of New York take on a heightened interest, The Roosevelt beckons to those of cultivated taste . . . A hotel alive to the pleasant usages of city life with a spirit, an appeal, a gracious air, quite distinctly its own. Connected by private passage with Grand Central and the sub ways . . . Complete Travel and Steamship Bureau . . ."Teddy Bear Cave," a supervised playroom for children of guests . . . Special garage facilities. 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If your food dealer cannot fdlyour order, send us your check (stamps will do) and our Special Introductory Pack age contain ing 3 bottles wit I be ma iledat once, price, $1.25 post paid. COLLEGE INN FOOD PRODUCTS CO., Chicago Coiie6e Inn TCMATO JUICE CCCKTAIL IN the mythology of the far west they have fancy names for excep tional seasons. The winter when it was so cold that the loggers all wore blue streaks and the snow came down blue in the first place and then turned bluer — see Esther Shepard's "Paul Bunyan" — is thus quite simply remembered as the winter of the blue snow. If we could only adopt some such system in the rest of America, the first quarter of 1929 would undoubtedly go down in history as the spring when everybody wrote novels about colored people passing for white people. First came Jessie Redmon Fauset's "Plum Bun," where, as a result of pass ing, the hero thought the heroine was white, and the heroine thought the hero was a Spaniard. Thereby coming within an inch of not quite wanting to marry each other. Then there was "The White Girl" by Vera Caspary, who being uncolored herself is said to have not quite caught the real pride of race which is the heart of tragedy for the negro who does de cide to try to pass. AND now comes the novel by Nella Larsen which is simply called "Passing." Miss Larsen, a distin guished person in educational and library circles, is of an unusual heredi tary background, being the daughter of a Danish woman and a Virgin Island negro, and having sisters by her mother's second marriage with a man of her own nationality. To her "passed" heroine it is not so much the pride of race as the fascination of race that brings tragedy. It is said that each year over 20,000 colored people — never trust my figures, though — pass over from the colored world into the white world in New York city alone. Though why they should want to when they know they are heading for tragedies like those described in these three volumes — just fancy nearly not marrying someone be cause he thought you were white and you thought he was a Spaniard — is a mystery. Particularly when, just now, it is so chic to be a negro anyway. And it is even more chic in Paris. Congo, the American dancer, accord ing to the first story in Paul Morand's "Black Magic" — just translated — ar rives in Paris like a queen, only, of course with plenty of money to spend. She decides to give a party and sends off two hundred telegrams. A drove of dealers in pictures, porcelains, and antiques arrive to decorate a ducal mansion for her. (Tomorrow, says M. Morand, the tradesmen will take back all that her guests have not broken or pocketed.) AND seeing that being colored is so chic in Paris, it is not remark able that M. Morand should be un able to regard "passing" from anything but a somewhat practical viewpoint. In his one story about it he brings a family of white negroes up from Geor gia to a northern seaside resort. They build a pretentious house. They are received. Then suddenly the whitest and most beautiful sister of all begins to go mulatto. Interlude of grieving about white fiance. Of boycott by the butcher and the baker. And then the happy ending. The white colony moves out, the bottom leaves real-estate, and the family from Georgia is able to buy the resort lock stock and barrel and re-sell to negroes — approximate profit two million dollars. But in "Black Magic" M. Morand is only incidentally concerned with the negro in America. In fact finds much more stimulating tales to tell of him in the West Indies and in various parts of Africa. Though even in Paris he does not stop until he has got down to Voodoo and has taken his reader to a basement and given him cold shivers in a so to speak hot atmosphere. Paragraph Pastime The Vampire: His Kith and Kin, by Montague Summers. (E. P. Dutton and Co.) Recommended to playgoers who have seen "Dracula" and who would like to know the whole truth about vampires from Greece and Assyria to the Malay Archipelago, and how they got that way. The chapter on the vampire in literature THE CHICAGOAN 43 tells where to find other stories as blood curdling as Bram Stoker's, or more so. Gold Coast and Slum: A Sociological Study of Chicago's Near North Side, by Harvey Warren Zorbaugh. (The Uni versity of Chicago Press.) The trick is not to let the subtitle deceive you, — or Professor Park's preface in support of the sub-title. Sociological studies are, by defi nition, things that nobody can read, and this is a book that nobody, no Chicagoan at any rate, can very well stop reading. It opens solemnly, yet picturesquely, with a geographical survey of the changing North Side from Papa Kinsie down to the present. Follows a survey of the Gold Coast and its ways which sounds like a supplement to Emily Post, and one of the artist hangouts which will no doubt cause some of the more serious- minded artists to start libel suits. Hello Towns! by Sherwood Anderson. (Horace Liveright.) $3. A year ago last November, Sherwood Anderson bought two country weeklies and settled down in Marion, Virginia, to publish them. What he does in "Hello Towns'" is to put the first year of those two weeklies bodily between covers, leaving out only the politics, and personals, and filler — Mr. Anderson once had the book of Ruth set up for the benefit of his subscribers! The result is a little like the Shepherd's Calendar, only in prose and with Anderson broadcasting instead of Spencer, and a modern complement of murders, bad shootings, fatal shootings, stills discovered, church suppers. Ki- wanis meetings, and an occasional uplift editorial creeping in. Also the famous interview with Mr. Hoover, secretary of commerce. And the death of the office cat. Let Tomorrow Come, by A. J. Barr. (W. W. Norton.) $2.50. A Chicago writer who knows his underworld tells us what the people in a jail think about — and what they do. And he tells it in their own language. Not a suitable gift for Mothers' Day. Sixty Seconds, by Maxwell Bodenheim. (Horace Liveright.) $2.50. The sixty seconds is the last before the hero's elec trocution — and the author tells you, bit terly, just what social forces brought the man there. Color prejudice was one of them. CAVENDER's House, by Edwin Arlington Robinson. (The Macmillan Company.) $2. Not at all like "Tristram." A tragedy of inner conflict, with death in background and foreground. ROUND Up: The Collected Stories of Ring Lardner. (Charles Scribner's Sons.) $2.50. If you haven't taken Ring Lard ner seriously in the past you've got to now. His collected stories show him as the greatest living American short story writer. Nellie Bloom, by Margery Latimer. (J. H. Sears Company.) $2. 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Sympathetic de scriptions of a good county family re duced after the war to doing its own work, a quite realistic matter, particularly in the winter. And a hero possessed of a vision which is beyond the comprehension of most of the family, and which will, perhaps, be beyond the patience of such readers as like their love interests on a more literal basis. The Cradle of the Deep, by Joan Lowell; illustrated by Kurt Wiese. (Si mon and Schuster.) $2.75. What Daniel Defoe might have called "The Authentic Account" of the author's life on board ship from the age of eleven months to the age of seventeen years, to the tune of sailor manners and sailor stoicism, and in the face of storms, sharks, poker games, scurvy, typical accidents, and the occasional penalty of a rope's end applied as hairbrushes are sometimes ap plied to minors on dry land. Whether it takes its place beside Robinson Crusoe will be a question for the next two hun dred years or so to decide. 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