June 22.1929 Price 15 Certs The Arithmetic of Packard Ownership THERE are hundreds of thousands of motorists who are not driving cheaper cars because they prefer them to Packards. They are driving cheaper cars because they be lieve they cannot afford Pack ard ownership. They think the cheaper cars are cheaper to own! If you think you cannot afford a Packard there is a welcome surprise awaiting you. Take a pencil and paper and figure it out for yourself. Gasoline, oil and tire costs as between a Packard Standard Eight and any other car down to half its price are substan tially the same. It costs no more to garage the Packard, and but little more to insure it. Upkeep and repairs are usually less because Packard factory precision is protected by centralized "instant" lubri cation. The somewhat higher first cost of the Packard Standard Eight over ordinary cars is completely offset by the fact that Packard cars are built to provide and do provide many extra thousands of miles of luxurious, trouble- free transportation. Their char acteristic beauty of line is al ways up to date, for Packard has never depreciated cars in service by frequent and radical changes in design. Most owners, therefore, keep their Packards at least twice as long, and wisely enjoy the lux ury and distinction of Packard transportation at lesser car costs. If you buy a new car every 20 months or so, you are not get ting full value in motoring lux ury for the money you spend. You are paying too many prof its and taking too much depre ciation. You are paying for a Packard without enjoying Packard beauty, comfort, dis tinction and performance! May we go further into your individual case using actual fig ures? We will be glad to do so without obligation. And a Pack ard Eight will be at your door at any hour you name. Just phone. PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY of CHICAGO TWENTY-FOURTH AND MICHIGAN Branches: Lincoln Park > Evanston - Hubbard Woods K H M N WHO OWN ONE THE CWICAGOAN i ^7*°HE aim 01 every designer of a last boat, to lorce it atop the water, bov out, y_y out not too higb, stern planing, is ideally accomplished in the xlacker .Dolphin DcLuxe. (To properly achieve this condition ana carry the load, the boat is and should be, 30 Ieet Jong. Tne riding is comparable to a long wheel base automobile.) Obviously, 6 to 12 passengers will be more comfortable, and the boat more buoyant, if there is ample vessel to float th< loyant, icre is ample vessel to Iloat them. The Hacker Boat Company offers their best effort in the 200 HP., 2000 R.P. .M,. iSterling Petrel Engine. 12 to 565 B.H.P. Hacker is recognized in this industry as a genius, and his natural technique has contrib uted much t,o the speed and appearance of fast boats today. E C O M PAN Y - Quffa lo , %ew YorJ TWtCWICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy A CONNECTICUT YANKEE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Despite promise of hot weather and withered queues before the box office, The Yankee twitters along in mid'season form. A prankish and tuneful show with the healthful salt of satire in its veins, this one should be on the playgoer's list before July 4. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. PLEASURE BOUND— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A Winter Garden revue with a lot of bare skinned antics and rather more bare faced nifties, this presentation is to be reviewed in a later issue. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed 2:15. Drama ONE HUHDRED YEARS OLD— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. Otis Skinner in a mellow and moving play taken — and wisely — from the Span- ish. The pleasantest and sanest evening now available to the Town. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE HUT FARM— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. The best comedy currently before the Town. Wal- lace Ford is herewith highly praised. Helen Lowell and Pat O'Brien are ex* tremely competent in supporting parts. All in all it's a dandy evening. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DRACULA— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. The most terrorizing of terror plays, Dracula is warranted to scare the theatregoer bowlegged. If you like being scared, it's splendidly done. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. HARLEM— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. A negro seethe purported to be the low down on Harlem. It is shrewd, lively, realistic and played to the last notch of lung power. Well— lots of people like it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. FRAHKIE AND JOHNNY— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Also negro, this time of levee life and a kind of black face Night at Sin. It is profane and promiscuous in text. Unfortunately, it is not a good play and so does Frankie and Johnny wrong. 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' "THE CHIC AGO AN" PRESENTS Here Comes the Bride, by Gaba Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Dinner, Dancing, Directions 4 Editorially By Martin J. Sluigley 7 Wacker's Dream, A Chapter from a Chicago Girlhood, by Vera Caspary.... 9 Northampton, Mass. (A Play), by Gonfal 12 Emergency, by Sid Hix 12 State Street, by Ruth G. Bergman 13 The Cordon Club, by Dorothy Mal- bon Parker 15 Yachtsman's Curse, by A. R. Katz 16 Town Talk 17 Ride, by Strosahl 19 Walter A. Strong — Chicagoan, by Francis C. Coughlin 21 Randolph Street Tableau, by Nat Karson 22 Poetic Acceptance, by Donald Plant 23 The Stage, by Charles Collins 23 The Roving Reporter, by Francis C. Coughlin 26 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 28 Music, by Robert Pollak 30 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 32 Travel, by Lucia Lewis 34 Books, by Susan Wilbur 37 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. CINEMA UHITED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born. A good talking parlor showing and shouting adequate film. No orches tra. Continuous. McVICKERS—25 West Madison. Bala- ban and Katz here display their choice celluloid. No band music. ROOSEVELT— 110 North State. Another and smaller "good film" house and a de tachment of Hessians for ushers. Con tinuous. CHICAGO — State at Lake. Movies here compete with bandshows, revues, vaude ville, animal acts, mammoth and minor spectacles. Continuous and everlasting. ORIENTAL — Randolph between State and Dearborn. An imposing band, a whole Gards Corps for ushers, didoes all over the stage, and an occasional notable film. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn. Be lieve it or not, but here is a motion pic ture house. No orchestra. GRANADA— Sheridan at Devon. The best out north. MARBRO— 4100 West Madison. The leader west. AVALON— 79th at Stony Island. Su preme south. FLIGHTS* CLEVELAND— Lv. 4:00 p. m. central time. Ar. 7:45 p. m. eastern time. Twelve-passenger tri-motored planes. ST. PAUL— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:45 p. m. Fourteen-passenger and tri-motored planes. MINNEAPOLIS— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 7:00 p. m. Fourteen-passenger, tri- motored planes. ST. LOUIS— Lv. 1:00 p. m. Ar. 3:40 p. m. Six-passenger planes. MILWAUKEE— Lv. 6:10 a. m. Ar. 7:00 a. m. Proceeds to Green Bay. Seven- passenger cabin planes. DETROIT— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:30 p. m. eastern standard time. Twelve- passenger tri-motored planes. No planes on Sunday. CINCINNATI— Lv. 6:00 a. m. Ar. 10:00 a. m. Two and four-passenger cabin planes. LIHCOLH, NEB.— Lv. 8:00 a. m. Ar. 1:30 p. m. Stops at Cedar Rapids, Des Moines and Omaha. Two-Passenger cabin planes. *Central Standard Time. For reservations and information 'phone State 7111. All planes take off from the Municipal Air Port 63 rd St. and Cicero Ave. [continued on page 4] fiiE Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chi cago, 111., New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Pacific Coast Advertising Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco.) Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. VII. No. 7 — June 22, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TI4ECWICAG0AN rmmmmm C est Ca . . .a fragrance as elusive as the memory of a half-forgotten dream ... as distinctive as some rare-set jewel .... yet as modern as the daring black flacon which holds it captive. Mere words fail to convey its magic -the French express it briefly in the name "Cest Ca" or "That is It." Imported Exclusively for 17 North State dr|d The Michigan Avenue Shop •Trade Mark Registered Stevens Hotel 4 TWECWICAGOAN TABLES North EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 north on the lake. Longbeach 6000. The Marine Dining Room is cool, prop erly served and well attended. A pleas ant, conservative choice for dance and dinner. Ted Fiorito's band. Extremely nice people. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. The apex of service and appointment on the Gold Coast. The best people. The best everything. John Birgh is headwaiter. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A most adequate and smoothly administered hostelry for the mid-north side. Notable cuisine. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. A lingering jewel in the crown of north side night life. Large, merry, well attended. Sol Wagner is at the baton. Dave Bondi oversees the tables. Closing any day now. Better telephone before setting out. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A wakeful place near north which purveys entertainment from midnight 'till milkman. Eddie Jackson's colored band. Southern and Chinese cooking. Hand some hostesses, talented entertainers and the careful table supervision of Gene Harris. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. A late parlor too in the best night club tradition. It is wise and wakeful, good people, a re freshingly non-collegiate atmosphere and entertainment. Johnny Itta is head- waiter. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 North Clark. Delaware 1456. Latest and longest of them all. Anyway it's a dandy place to say you've been. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. If you've got to see the noisiest night club in the universe, then drop in on Bert Kelly before the colleges turn loose for vacation. It's informal, earsplitting, crowded and cheap. Johnny Makeley is headwaiter. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton Place. Dela ware 2592. A restaurant admirably managed in the mode of the Gold Coast, splendid service, a lavish cuisine. Clos ing soon for the summer. Steffens is headwaiter. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. An imposingly victualed German eating place which explains in stalwart edibles just what manner of men were the Prussian Guards. Herr Gallauer is proprietor. JIM IRELAND'S OTSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. A vast and tasty collec tion of sea foods is here eased down on ample tables. Open until 4 a. m. A show place. An experience. Like as not Jim Ireland sees to his tables in per' son. L'AIGLOK — 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. Mons. Teddy Majerus here sees to a French and Creole establishment long notable for its trenchermen. Private [listings begin on page 2] dining rooms of all sizes. A so-so band. Open late. JULIENS— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. A great place for the scallop and frog leg devotee. Tremendous servings dished up table d'hote by members of the Julien family. And a show place. 6:30 sharp. Mama Julien looks after things. CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. Turkish victual set down in a levantine atmosphere for an unusual evening be hind the napkin. Mons. Mosgofian is proprietor. Pick a cool evening. Downtown BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 South Mich- gan. Harrison 4300. A standard in serv ice, cuisine, civilization, the Blackstone is one of the very high points in Chicago hospitality. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 South Mich igan. Wabash 4400. The world's largest — and one of the world's notable — hotels. Ralph Foote's band in the main dining room for dancing from 6:30-9:30. Con cert music in the Colchester Grill and Oak Room for diners only. Stalder is headwaiter. COKGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A smooth and moderately snooty boulevard show place. Dancing in the Balloon Room. Prom enading in Peacock Alley. Gene Fosdick's band. Ray Barrette is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A gracious and hos pitable inn, central to the Town and most adequately staffed and served. The Palmer House Symphony furnishes ex ceptionally good dinner music. Mutschler is maitre d'hotel. PETRUSHKA CLUB— Long a resolute and sleepless harbor for the people whose names are news, Petrushka has closed its loop offices for the summer. It will re open with the original cast at Sky Har bor, Dundee Road, five miles out of Glencoe, on or about June 15. Member ship cards are a new idea and priced at $10. Write Kinsky or Khmara, Sky Har' bor Petrushka Club, 2307 Daily News Plaza. State 1960. BLACKHAWK CAFE— 139 North Wa bash. Dearborn 6260. A dancing night place of young and lively patronage, not elegant, but agile, gay, inexpensive, very informal. Dan Tully is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. By and large the best night club entertainment downtown. Diversi fied patrons. Until 1 a. m. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. English and imposing victuals are stately before customers until 9 p. m. Charles Dawell is manager. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. American cookery is here set down in the openhanded man ner of the '90's. Admirable cuisine, music, soothing service and genuine com fort. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. South SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. A marker for the discriminating diner on the mid-south side. An elaborate cuisine, a pleasant and musical dining room and the most soothing service yet to come to this chronicler's attention. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 South Michi gan. A splendid restaurant preserving cookery as a Creole rite and long a har bor for the knowing eater. Dancing, if you are able to dance alter a Louisiane meal. Open late. Merry. Mons. Max is headwaiter. Mons. Gaston Alciatore is high priest. RAPHAEL'S— 7913 Stony Island Avenue. A large and luxurious haven far to the south. It is uncrowded, extremely com fortable, moderately priced. Mallick is headwaiter. WON KOW'S— Wentworth at 22nd. A Chinese restaurant highly skilled in the confection of native delicacies and laud' ably broadminded about serving large portions of the same. It is not artistic, refreshingly unfashionable. The same for GUEY SAM'S in the same block. Take 'Em or Leave 'Em (Eating parlors here listed have been found extremely satisfactory to our personal taste. We do not, however, guarantee uni formly favorable reactions for all possible visitors. Such parlors are listed in good faith. A visit to one of them counts as mildly adventuresome.) VITTORIA RESTAURANT— 746 Tay lor. Monroe 6937. A most adequate Italian eating place under the hand and eye of the good Signor Joe Ambra. Try ravoli a la Joe (Bravo!) or fried chicken a la Joe — or if very hardy, both. Great. Any time at night. LINCOLN TURN VEREIN— 1019 Diver- sey Parkway. A solid and respectable German restaurant for some reason com' paratively little known though well fre' quented. Stringed music. Great food. Pleasant, comfortable, easy-going and hos- pitable. Take the family. VOGEL'S— 57 East Chicago Avenue. The Round Table Inn — walk back of the counter and downstairs — is a show place if watching dining Bohemians eat is a show. Adequate food. Cheerful com' pany. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lakepark Avenue, Oakland 0793. French victualry, elabo rately done and handsomely set out. Salad dressing for sale. Notable oysters and baby lobster. 6:30 on. STRULEVITZ— 1217 South Sangamon. Canal 6838. Elias, cook, owner, pro prietor and guide, prepares kosher edi bles here with something of the genuine prophetic fire for righteousness — in the cookery. Not on Saturday, however, which is the sabbath. Not too late. MARSEL'S— 1408 South Wabash. Italian food voluptuously prepared, and very rea sonably assessed in a snug harbor rapidly becoming famous for the great and near- great who dine there. Upstairs. After 7 o'clock. Remember, it's 1-4-0-8. TWE CHICAGOAN 5 W:r'?Ww&ii&#& ¦:¦ '¦¦¦;]: K;S::?:;S:S::& MMi §§| ::.;;;;;::::;::: :'?.-'; ¦ :¦• - : :v:-:::-:::':' .: ':¦¦¦¦¦;¦#: - ¦¦:.,.¦ ¦¦/ ¦• ':¦;. '^tfi. SJSiSlljx:- 1 *S : FAMOUS SHADES SPEAK UH O HUM! Another king wants a mil lion ducats. And I've hard ly cleaned up the details of the last war I financed. Well, I'll just wait till the pigeons bring in the mar ket news from England. These birds are getting to be too darned independent, though. There was Al- phonse, my speed flyer — I sent him over to Italy to get the low down on port clear ances, and he falls for a good-looking bam bino, who finally enticed him into a pigeon pie. You fellows are lucky. All you have to do is read The Journal every night, and you've got all the market news and stock tables in a jiffy. They're the timeliest, the most complete, and the most accurate into the bargain." CHICAGO BAIL! JOURNAL John 5lt Smyth & TU9 0-IICAG0AN ompany <j{adison6istofMakted Summer on the 5th Floor Suggests Playtime pieces for childhood's sunny hours as well as complete nursery groups are shown in novel variety on the Fifth Floor. BELOW: Sand Set; Sturdy Green Sand Box, 36 x 26 in., with decorated Mother Goose umbrella, $20; Chairs to match $3 each. Happy Njxrseries; Shaded Terraces BELOW: Bath and Dressing Table with heavy canvas slid' ing top and water tight rub' her tub, 24 x 38 in., $10.75". rHERE is a swagger suggestion of Art Moderne in the new furniture for Summer (Fifth Floor) — low, com fortable pieces of stick reed like the chair and ottoman in red fabricoid above ($94) . LEFT ABOVE: Dainty Xursery Chest of reed; decorated ivory finish . . . $25.00 LEFT ABOVE: Hursery Chifforobe; five drawers and spacious wardrobe . . . $29.75 LEFT: Bassinette in soft green enamel; with restful lin\ springs $16.75 THE LARGEST STORE OF ITS KIND IN CHICAGO COLLEGIATE athletics in the C J ,' I A - .' a I I 1# Central West is right now L <J I I O I I 6 I I V reaping a harvest due to the de velopment of sports, principally football, into Big Business. Just what grounds there are for becoming shocked over the predicament the University of Iowa is now in do not appear plain to us because, as frequently remarked in these columns, the whole trend of collegiate sport manage ment is moving inevitably toward some degree of either technical or practical professionalism. With or without technical justification the University of Iowa is now on a gridiron, not the gridiron of glory. Its debarment from the so-called Big Ten is widely spoken of as the biggest athletic scandal of the generation. In a manner that seems unnecessarily jealous this institution has been singled out by its associates in the Conference and left standing before the public scorn (assuming that the public is seriously interesting itself in the case, which is probably not true) in a most uncomfortable posture. Among the aftermaths are rumors of serious dislocation of financial plans and operations. There must be no hint of gainful occupation upon the field for the individual players, yet their efforts are tightly enmeshed in an elabo rate financial scheme. It may all be simple enough in theory but the record is beginning to make it all look pretty hazardous. It is perhaps just old-fashioned to conceive that collegiate athletics may and should be conducted without all the accoutrements of Big Business, as a collegiate activity and not as a public spectacle with gainful objectives so plainly cutions save the public prosecutor and the public purse a considerable burden, it might be said that this zero hour on the streets is an influence working steadily and unfailingly for the elimination of the unfit. But a somewhat more humanitarian viewpoint would suggest that some part of the zealousness of the traffic squad, now being devoted to inconsequential infractions of the code, be addressed to the question of seeing what might be done about this matter. in view. WE are informed by a public cab chauffeur, of long and varied experience, that zero hour upon Chicago streets is the period between two and six o'clock on Sunday morning. It is during this interval, our informant tells us, that to negotiate an automobile about Town is an undertaking fraught with superlative hazards. In his opinion, to be caught driving in practi cally any section of the city at this time — unless under the stress of earning a livelihood — constitutes grounds for a sanity inquiry. This driver advances the claim that ninety per cent of the persons manipulating control levers of automobiles during this period have become bereft of any reasonable degree of sobriety during the immediately preceding hours and that nothing but a generous portion of good luck saves them' selves and their neighbors on the thoroughfares from any thing ranging from a mild collision to total destruction. In keeping with the argument which is advanced in mitigation of gangwar, that the attendant, unofficial exe- IN the interests of truth it must be recorded that many of the Town's traffic officers, even those stationed at important downtown intersections, make a pitifully weak and inexpert performance of their duties. They seem to feel that their duty is chiefly to lend a statuesque adornment to the highway corner, with only those occasional outbreaks into vigorous vocal criticism which are the traditional prerogative of the cop in those moments when his sense of orderly procedure is violated or when, bored with the monotony of his job, he feels that his personality requires a bit of acute self-assertiveness. If these directors of vehicular traffic are schooled and practiced in any system or method before taking up their public duties, they succeed effectively in concealing it when once out on the streets. A typical demonstration of their ineptitude may be observed any evening at, for instance, Michigan and Jackson boulevards. Here the lanes of traf fic, in the busy hour, are permitted to become entangled amazingly; the courageous motorist, boring through, has the advantage; a timid driver awaiting his turn may spend the evening there unless he is bumped on his way from the rear. Meanwhile, the presiding officers exhibit only the most casual interest in the proceedings. One evening recently a woman driver at this intersection was seeking to make a left-hand turn north through the west-bound lane of traffic on Jackson boulevard. She was patiently awaiting her turn despite the honking from the rear. Eventually she began edging her way into Michigan Boulevard and finally got herself into a position in which she could not get on, yet she was blocking passage in sev eral directions. The officers looked on complacently, in stead, as well they might have, of stopping the westbound traffic for a moment and allowing the woman to pass on her way. At last one of the officers called to the woman, "Go ahead; push right through.1' — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. TUtCWICAGOAN in addition to our famous numbers in fashionable hosiery, we have assembled a large and complete collection of net hosiery in which all the smart new shades are represented. women's hosiery-- street floor saks-f if th avenue new york TWECUICAGOAN 9 When Wacker' s Dream Was a Dream A Chapter from a Chicago Childhood THEY called it civics. It was a study that came between the decimal system and "The Vision of Sir Launfal.'v The book was a big brown volume printed on fine coated paper so much shinier and smoother than any other school book paper that before the semester was half over all the pages were decorated with indus trious copies of Nell Brinkley girls. We struggled hard against Mr. Wacker. We tried to evade his jubi lant prophecies. We were willing to believe that Washington had been built from a blue print and Paris de signed like a wheel. But when it came to the Wacker forecast of a Chicago beautiful with South Water Street eliminated and all the river smells transformed by luscious perfumes, we smiled in a superior eighth grade fashion and learned as little as pos sible about the proposed Grant Park extension. That was the year when everyone By VERA CASPARY was wearing Russian blouses. Even those girls who weren't from artistic families took to red shades and coats embroidered with exotic cross stitch birds. Ice box cake was considered the last word in fancy desserts. THE study of Chicago Beautiful was not confined to the prognosti cations of Mr. Wacker. There was laboratory work in the form of a note book in which were enumerated the admirable features of at least twenty- five important buildings personally visited. There were the Monadnock Block and the Rookery and the Ma sonic Temple and Montgomery Ward's of which we all wrote, "and on top is a beautiful statue of Diana." None of us knew the history of that goddess of Michigan Avenue, and nobody both ered to tell us it was the rejected Diana of Madison Square Garden designed by the ill-fated Stanford White. The civics notebook was full of snappy comment on the important hotels of the period. Mention was made of marble columns and mosaic floors, but no one ever included in the notebooks the impressive sights, the gentlemen who lounged in the fat chairs and smoked endless cigars, the shining cuspidors and the evil swing ing doors that led to bars. And my aunt was staying at the Auditorium when she came from Paris without any plumes or flowers on her hat, but with a trunkful of embroidered lingerie shirt waists which she affectedly called "bluses." "When she puts on so much style," my grown-up sister said, "it's a wonder she doesn't stay at the Annex." I was glad she chose the Auditorium because her room had a folding bed which I hoped some day would collapse as all folding beds did in the Katsenjammer strip. T 00 coarse for the notebook was the information that the most 10 TI4E CHICAGOAN wonderful pastry in the world was the tree cake at the old Bismarck, although a good page of Palmer method writing went to a description of the elegant Blackstone. The older generation was just beginning to learn that a hired girl could be called a "maid" without loss of family virility, and there were still jokes about the vanishing beer and the ice man. With all his talent for seeing the future, Mr. Wacker could not have predicted the picture palace, for in his day grown people hid their faces when they went to nickelodeons, although some of the reckless ones visited four and five in an evening when they were extravagant and didn't care how much entertainment cost. Broncho Billy was the reigning John Gilbert, although Francis X. Bushman, living out in Edgewater, was in the ascent. Down on Michigan Avenue a little playhouse next to the Blackstone put on feature pictures for twenty-five cents. People wondered at such profligate prices and who, they asked, would ever pay twenty-five cents for a moving picture? The term, movie, had just been born but was considered too inelegant to be spoken. The most refined plays went to Pow ers Theatre. Gallery seats everywhere were fifty cents. A show called "Ex perience" came to town and people talked about it in thrilled whispers. Mothers were urged to go as a duty toward their growing daughters. It was about a girl who went to a boy's room and had a baby. My mother said it was risque and hoped I would never let a minister's son kiss me. MR. WACKER was always a moral man and he might have been surprised at all the sex lore con cealed behind the modest brown covers of his manual. But it was such a nice large book that it was useful in con cealing forbidden volumes of Robert Chambers and Elinor Glyn. Behind its chaste covers Valerie West evaded her many seducers and the tale was told of a noble damsel who spent an hour with a gentleman in his cabin. But a storm was raging and the gentle man a gentleman. Everybody wondered whether, and all asterisks were consid ered suggestive. The word passion had just been translated into English but it was only spoken in discreet under tones. People said Chicago would certainly be a beautiful city when all the old houses were torn down and fine flats with sun parlors put in their places. And men winked and added Chicago would certainly be a beautiful city if all the women wore the new tight skirts that slid up so alluringly when they stepped on street cars.x The best corner for limb exhibits, some said, was Michigan and Adams by the Pullman Building. Others contended that there was no place like the Ma sonic Temple corner for free shows. If a girl's dress hitched up so that a Swiss embroidery ruffle showed some devil would cry, "I see White City." ONE of Mr. Wacker 's great en thusiasms was electrifying the Illinois Central. Nobody believed in that either. The Illinois Central wouldn't take South Siders home if it didn't chug and steam and let out fun nels of black smoke. The South Side shore would always be a desolate place with a beach of cinders where hired girls would occasionally walk with their young men. Nice girls were de bating about saving their kisses for the THE CHICAGOAN n men they married, and there was an otherwise nice girl who used rouge. "I know she does it," my grown-up sister confided to me, "but I always deny it when the other girls say so." Even at that dark period the ideal istic Mr. Wacker was willing to con cede that Chicago had a perfect boule vard system. When people came from New York an automobile could be hired for the afternoon, and in spite of protests the visitors were shown that a circular tour could be made without ever leaving boulevards. Certain grown boys already in high school drove their mothers' electrics, and people said it was a shame to let the youth of our city grow up so reckless that they thought such expensive and dangerous machines were merely toys. Walgreen and Thorsen had a small chain of stores where they actually sold drugs but the best sundaes on the South Side were made by Schrader's on Forty-Sev enth Street near Prairie, and at Gard ner's on Harper and Fifty-Third, where salted almonds were added to hot chocolate fudge sauce as the last touch of worldliness. PROHIBITION was a matter of neighborhood. When drunks stag gered down the street all the boys and girls pocketed their marbles and hid in vestibules. Mothers and fathers thought it a disgrace that such a thing hap pened in a temperance neighborhood, and wasn't it shocking that boys and girls should see such sights? Far more exciting than any of Mr. Wacker's aesthetics were the physiologies of the period, bound in decent blue, that taught no physiology but gave lurid lessons on the evils of drink. What delicious pictures there were of the stomachs of dogs shriveled by alcohol, and what tragic tales of wee Eskimo kiddies whose ignorant fathers fed them on spirits. We used to hear of beer wagon drivers who defiantly warmed their bellies with whiskey and then rolled insensible under the hooves of their own horses. For even dumb animals shunned the drinker. There were swinging doors all along Cottage Grove Avenue, and at the cor ner of Randolph and Wabash where you waited for the street car, out of a saloon came rich beef smells and enor mous signs proclaimed the generosity of the free lunch. A nice drink for a lady, my sister said, was pousse cafe, concocted of many colored liquids that miraculously did not mix, but stood one on top of the other like a rainbow im prisoned in glass. Ladies could also drink Virginia Dare or claret lemonade when they were with old friends of the family, but not otherwise as young men did not respect girls who took liquor. ON Sunday nights whole families would go to the Bismarck Gar dens or the Rienzi where enormous platters of Kalter Aufschnitt were served under the trees and the bands played German waltzes or marches by Sousa. To get to the North Side it was necessary to cross Rush Street bridge or to ride in the street car through a tunnel, and nervous little girls had to keep their eyes tight closed and pretend to their families that tun nels didn't frighten them any more. Brauer's new place in Lincoln Park was popular from the day it opened and got a lot of the electric automobile trade. Little Mary in the moving pictures was not so wonderful then as the golden-haired ladies who played dra matic sketches in the neighborhood vaudeville houses where all eighth grade boys and girls went on wintry Saturday afternoons. Every playhouse had its crispette shop and the theatres smelled heavily of melted butter and corn syrup. In the fall the pungent smell of apples was there, too, for the younger children were not ashamed to go to shows eating taffy apples. Accus tomed as we were to such high class professional entertainment, we were likely to sniff behind our teachers' backs at tlje shows offered in school, the as semblies where the German classes sang folk songs in costume, and the eighth grade got ambitious and offered the lullaby from "Erminie." They used to show stereopticon pictures, too, of "The Wild Birds of North Carolina" and "My Trip to Alaska" and Poe's "The Raven" with very wonderful elo cutionary accompaniment. And every April it was necessary to listen quietly to "A Day in Stratford on Avon" with enlarged colored post card views. GROWN-UP GIRLS wore shadow lace and there was much debate as to the morality of the bunny hug. [continued on pace 14] 12 THE CHICAGOAN Northampton, Mass. A Play m One Act By GONFAL Scene: The front porch of a New England farm home. Furnishings in clude a stained lithograph, "The Sign ing of the Declaration," two rocking chairs, a table upon which rests a copy of The Cosmopolitan and a pitcher of lemonade. CAST OF CHARACTERS In the Order of Their Reticence Cal, a 7*{ew England farmer. Grace, his wife. Cal : Tsk bandanna). Tsk (produces a red Grace: (Looking at sky through New England elms). Calvin, I do be lieve it be a-goin' to sprinkle. Cal: Waal — (blows his nose). Grace : My, I hope our John takes care of himself down in New York. It rains a sight more there'n it does here. Cal: Heerd tell. Grace : I wonder about them folks 'at took our old place down to Wash ington, D. C. I calc'late they got the sink fixed by this time. She seemed a /^0^0ml "No. no saving that not that Harry — we're for an emergency" right smart housekeeper. And he seemed like a handy feller around a house too, didn't he? Cal: Name's Hoover, (tucks away bandanna) . Grace: Laws, I don't see how them furrin diplomats live down to Washington. Their housekeepers is that extravagant. I know the lady over to the British Embassy puts nigh onto a half pound of sugar in one pitcher of lemonade. Cal: (Helps himself to the con tents of the pitcher, sets it down, wipes his lips). This is sweet enough f'r anybody. Grace: 'Tought to be; they's three hull tablespoonsful in that one pitcher. Aint nothin' like a good housekeeper, I say. Cal: Sugar costs money. Grace : We kin afford it. We been layin' by a mite. Besides there's John gettin' married purty soon. I suppose we ought to buy the boy a new suit. Cal: His father never had no new suit. Grace: But it's only once, Calvin. Florence is a mighty economical girl. Cal: Graduation suit's plenty good enough. Grace: But Calvin, you been writin' all along for that magazine. Cal: (with heat). Had to buy that last issue, just the same. Grace: Maybe you'll pick up a few dollars from them city insurance people. Cal: A few. Grace: Besides, look at the ex pense ol' Trumbull will have; he's goin' to stand the hull weddin'. Cal: Mumph. She's his daughter. Grace : Well, we might have had a daughter. Cal: We ain't. Folks with daugh ters 'll have to stand the expense, likely. None o' our business. (With a burst of loquacity). Remember Charley Morrow, feller 'at was down south in Mexico. Had a piece of luck the other day. Grace: Do tell. Cal: Yep. Married off his oldest girl. Feller named Lindbergh. And say, that weddin' didn't cost Ol' Mor row nothing. No Siree. Nothin' fancy about that. Just stood 'em up in the front parlor and married 'em off. Jj> Grace: Sakes alive! ylW Cal: Lindbergh never had no new \rJsuit, neither. Grace : My Laws! (curtain) THE CHICAGOAN 13 The Streets of the Town State Street — Van Buren to Lake EAST is east and west is west and never the twain shall meet— save only at Van Buren Street. This is State Street, where the social and eco nomic gulf between the east and west sides is as formidable as the torrent of traffic that boils up between them in eddies and whirlpools full of sound and fury. The gorge is spanned at inter vals by frail bridges of light flung across by traffic signals and quickly withdrawn. Perilous as the passage has become, it is not so difficult of ac complishment as the psy chological adjustments re quired by transition from the comparatively rare at mosphere of the now effete east to the denser air of the up and coming west. But by the time State Street crosses Jackson Boulevard, much traffic has been diverted, the stream has been tranquil- ued. At Van Buren it is relatively placid, easily forded, west meets east and actually establishes a foot hold and extraterritorial rights across the line. Although it is known that State Street continues beyond Lake and Van Buren, the name is used here, as in general practice, to refer to that portion which is com pressed within the steel confines of Chicago's Ring. Even that block be tween Randolph and Lake seems really to be a sort of suburb. Here the air reeks less of bargains; here there is less concern with fashions in clothes, jewelry and bathroom accessories than with fashions in movie and talkie actors. Here a crowd that would stampede the Boston Store during a sale of soap flakes will stand, like the Roman mob, "the live-long day, with patient expectations, to see great Pompey" — or Gilbert or Jannings— "pass the streets of Rome" or Hol lywood. This block harbors theatrical booking agencies, fruit stores, an auction bridge club, table-tipping spirits, and a device which places self- portraiture within the reach of the masses. This is State Street only by By RUTH G. BERGMAN virtue of the name and the diversity of its products. STATE STREET really begins at Field's north window where sirens in sports suits perpetually lure suscep tible ladies. The siren theme is the leit-motif of State Street, sung subtly, insidiously, rising and falling on clever modulations ("Madam is stunning in the beige. Or do you prefer the or chid? Only two hundred and a quar ter; just fifty dollars more and abso lutely the original Paris model"), a pulsating, insistent melody interrupted by a brief cadenza ("Come and hear a lecture by our fashion expert, our domestic science director, the golf champion, the poet who is visiting us. Be our guest. You are under no ob ligation to buy"), taken up by the brasses fortissimo ("Razor blades thirty-seven cents. One day only".) To such piping dance all manner of persons: Chicagoans, of course. But note the women who come in busloads from the railroad stations, down state shoppers in town for the day with their minds full of hope and their bags bulg ing with samples. Watch the man with the worried frown. He is a west ern buyer looking for presents to take home to the children. Here is a con vention delegate who has heard rumors of shops that sell ensembles for fifteen dollars. A Chicagoan may do his buy ing on Michigan Avenue, Sixty-third Street or Uptown, but the stranger goes to State Street. There he can buy anything from an authentic screw driver to an an authentic Gauguin. And the only purchase which he can not have packed as a gift is a haircut. Chicagoans may know the moods and expressions of State Street, but few of them are really familiar with its physiognomy. Again it is the out of town shopper, accustomed to avail ing himself of the comfortable chair, the pen and ink and the free stationery in department store rest rooms, who knows the contours of State Street. The store fronts, you see, are pictured on the souvenir post cards. To the crowds scurrying by on the street a building does not exist above its escarpment of plate glass. Perhaps that is just as well. Because of the street's dual personality the elegant east side affords a view of an unbeauti- ful west where nineteenth century architecture shrinks with Victorian shyness behind flamboyant signs and a Joseph's coat of paint, and the newer and better buildings hide their charms beneath bushels of electric lights. The man on the west side, intent upon the ten cent toy he has just bought of a street vendor, could, if he would, see the imposing facade of Field's, the handsome building which Louis Silli- van designed for Carson Pirie Scott and Company, Palmer House II, and the simple, direct lines of the Baskin store. But no one observes this cir cumstance and that is fortunate for the east sider doesn't like to be re minded that he is not having his cake and eating it too. IN his speech as in his thought, his is the right side of the street. His reasons are humorous. First, geo graphically and traditionally, comes Marshall Field's. Whatever natives may consider their city's piece de re sistance, the outside world knows Chi- 14 THE CHICAGOAN cago by two things; the stockyards and Field's. The wise east sider, however, does not neglect the other two-thirds of the big three, those Pillars of Hercules (or perhaps Venus) which stand guard over The Busiest Corner in the World. Observe the crowds marching steadily in and out of Mandel Brothers and Carson's. Can it be that one sees the same persons over and over again like a stage army entering left, going off right, crossing behind the set and en tering left again? There is a traveling salesman trying to introduce a new boudoir pillow. Behind him comes a young woman looking for sun tan gloves to match her Palm Beach colored arms. Mandel's and Carson's have re cently undergone strenuous beauty treatments. If Field's is the cathedral of stores, they are the temples. Stevens', despite its size, is a shop. Many a woman would find solace there among the frocks and hats even if she were not captivated by the Powder Puff, the Gift Gallery, the Shoe Box and the Silhouette Shop. This is a world of women; but down the street we again find men. Their wives will not object to seeing them en ter Peacock's where they can find rings and bracelets and imported novelties for all occasions. It is fitting that Pea cock's should occupy a corner of the Palmer House. The two names are historic in Chicago. At Jackson Boule vard men give heed to the Hub's hab erdashery hints and to those, diagon ally across the street, of Maurice L. Rothschild, competitor despite the westerly location. But as we know, beyond Jackson Boulevard barriers are lowered. Rothschild's partakes of the nature of the east just as Davis's offer to meet all competitor's prices smacks of the west. ALKING back on the west side, we see the unimaginable blue facade of the building where Foreman and Clark invite men to "trade upstairs and save $10." Pause with me a moment, if you will, and consider the changes that have come to State Street. Three floors of this very building were once occupied by my grandfather's furniture factory. , The Fair was down at Adams Street before my grandfather's day. It has grown prodigiously but now, as in the past, it is solid and sensible like the women who placidly buy its big, sensible shoes and dresses up to size fifty. There are many places where one might stop along here: at the Orpheum; the North American, the cafeteria that specializes in lobsters; Kresge's . . . Volumes could be written about the ten cent stores on both sides of the street, where it is correct to spend the lunch hour munching pretzels and learning the latest jazz free of charge at the sheet music counter. Here the mother of ten is treating her three youngest (and very young they are) to hot dogs and ice cream sandwiches. (Across the street a nurse is taking her charge to a department store tea room that offers a special table d'hote ap proved by the National Child Study Association.) Over here we can buy silk stockings for sixty-three cents a pair; on the other side of the street prices reach a hundred and fifty dol lars. The east side hose match hand made evening gowns. The west side goes in more for cotton morning dresses. Even boudoir caps are not thought amiss for street wear, least of all by the State Street doctors and dentists who attend the wearers. In front of the Boston Store you may skid on the popcorn that someone has spilled; but don't let that deter you from entering. Besides popcorn the Boston Store sells beautiful silks and antique brocades. ACROSS Washington Street is the i Roosevelt, least ostentatious of movie theatres. Perhaps the sobriety is due to its proximity to that monument of decorum and tiichtigkeit, Kranz's. Apparently the same cupids have ca vorted on the ceiling and the same white aproned ladies presided behind the candy counters since Victoria set the fashions in propriety. "Die Leute," said one very old customer, referring to the salesforce, "die Leute sind so alt wie unser Kaiser Ludwig." Of all kaleidoscopic State Street here is one immutable spot. When evening comes State Street goes to sleep like a day-blooming flower. Though it decks itself lavishly in jewels of electricity, it has a pallid night life. A few stragglers parade its empty sidewalks; theater-goers with a little time to spare view the displays — or their own reflections — in its shop windows; but for the most part its giant street lamps blush unseen. The new lighting system, you will recall, was installed two or three years ago with much ceremony. Buildings flaunted gay decorations, bands boomed, and a parade jazzed down the street when the lights were flashed on for the first time. I like to recall that circus day. With all its Rolls Royces, its exotic perfumes, face powders blended to suit the temperament of the user, its platinum cigarette lighters, its backless bathing suits, State Street is not decadent. Wacker's Dream [continued from page 11] But the hesitation waltz was considered a nice refined dance, and at the Mid way Gardens they gave all the ladies highball mixers to take home as souv enirs. But all the civics students ever saw of the Midway was when Pavlowa danced the Swan at special daytime performances or when Miss Faulkner dressed up in a bright apron and told stories of the little Norse children. For all of its Frank Lloyd Wright towers the Edelweiss was a frivolous building and not important enough for our civ ics notebooks. We were waiting, too, for the city to tear down that crumbling old build ing in Jackson Park that was called the Field Museum, although it was a good place for hide and seek games among the boys and girls of Hyde Park. The German Building had not yet been dis graced, and coffee was served there on summer afternoons to ladies who crocheted Irish lace while their sons and daughters tried to locate Chicago on the marvelous globe that was more than a story high. One afternoon we got out of gram mar and arithmetic and civics because an aeroplane was going up in Wash ington Park. Children from all the nearby schools were marched over to see the wonder. The next day in civ ics we talked about the time when Chi cago would have an air field where these machines could land. We laughed at that as we drew in our civics books pictures of girls with Janice Meredith curls, and wondered why anyone should bother about these prophecies which were really as ridiculous as the recently exposed discoveries of Doctor Cook. But we soon forgot the argument and dismissed from our minds the folly of Mr. Wacker as we strolled home, sucking sour pickles, and risking life and limb on Chicago's dangerous streets where every few minutes an automobile sped by filled with careless rich people. THE CHICAGOAN 15 Chicago Clubs: An Inquiry The Cordon Club By DOROTHY MALBON PARKER DACK in the spring of 1915 the U idea of a club for women who had something to show for themselves in the arts and professions flowered into being. Chicago writers tired of meet ing their masculine publishers by ap pointment in the Peacock Room — painters got sick of having a hotel lunch check chivalrously scooped up when they'd invited a man patron to a business talk accompanied by food. And Nellie Walker, just back from two years of sculpture in Paris, was voicing her regret at Chicago's lack of companionship for women in the arts. So, somewhat shyly yet lustily, the Cordon was born — a little sister of the Cliff Dwellers — and housed in the Fine Arts Building. Enthusiastic new members were at first kept busy explaining that their Club name meant the weaving of many strands together, sentinels from the different arts and professions linked for rest and fellowship and general stimulus — that it was not the cordon bleu of culinary fame nor of the old order of Knights of the Holy Ghost, and had nothing whatever to do with police or the horticultural terms cer tain ribald souls uncovered by thumb ing their dictionaries. Since 1915 the name has woven itself into Chicago's club history, much as the Club itself has woven into one stal wart group its members from widely varying professions. MEMBERSHIP is now limited to six hundred, of which not more than one-fourth may be Lay Members ¦ — that is, women "actively engaged in the furtherance of the arts or the pro fessions." (No one knows exactly what means, but it's a fine phrase for your Maecenas complex). A comfortable group of Life Mem bers, confident that it's the sort of Club they want the rest of their days, have been canny enough to end dues paying with one fell swoop. And there's a dignified little Honorary list — Miss Jane Addams, Mrs. H. H. A. Beach, Mrs. George B. Carpenter, Mrs. Ed ward MacDowell, Miss Mary McDow ell and Mrs. Elia W. Peattie. A sur prisingly sizable number of Non-Resi dents, too. Members whose work takes them away from Chicago— to Califor nia, to New York, to Europe — show a frankly sentimental reluctance to sever their Cordon ties, and so transfer and keep their memberships for the sake of sailing in like old-timers on an occa sional visit home. Madame Schumann-Heink, Miss Frances Starr, and other owners of in candescent names, cherish their out of town memberships, instead of appear ing sporadically on guest cards. BUT the bulk of membership is the active resident working group. These women must be "actively en gaged in the practice of one of the arts or professions, or in some form of personal service to the community rec ognized as creative in character and professional in standards." The arts (sounding strangely like the list of Muses when you studied Classic Myths) are Music, Literature, Dra matic Expression, Painting, Sculpture and all forms of Graphic and Applied Art. The professions are Law, Medi cine, Science and Education. Original work in any one of these fields is a re quirement. (It sounds wonderfully elastic, but wait till you try to get your best friend in! Yet just such diligence on the part of the Membership Com mittee is what keeps the list thick with familiar names standing for achievement in their own particular field.) Sometimes the Club's President is drawn from the Lay Membership — sometimes from the Active. Just gone out of office is Mrs. William V. O'Brien, a Lay Member, whose lovely graciousness and charm have given the Cordon new lustre. Just come in as President is Mrs. Florence Magnus, a woman long identified with Chicago's music, who brings to the Club the dignity and authority of her years of professional and personal prestige. The Club has kept to its original in tention of evading education and up lift. As individuals, members may wax eloquent over ward politics. They may stop dead in their tracks to uproot the 16 THE CHICAGOAN offending rag weed. As a club they do nothing of the sort. The Cordon's purpose, as stated in its Year Book, is to be "an organiza tion of women formed for the purpose of establishing a common meeting ground for the lovers of independence and self-expression whose vocations permit excursions beyond domestic bounds." It is fourteen years since Mrs. Peattie wrote those words, but the closing clause still seems refreshingly neat. And to see that such "excur sions" are frequently "permitted" you've only to visit the Cordon for lunch or tea or dinner. AS Clara Laughlin, the organizing i chairman when the Club was formed, said of it, "Most women's clubs call for activity. We have as yet no club for restfulness and enjoyment." So, taking a cue from men's clubs, with their emphasis on comfort, the Cordon has gone in for enjoyment along with the inspiration of exchange of ideas. Starting originally with very small quarters on the seventh floor of the Fine Arts, the Club later added the old Fortnightly room on the eighth, building in its own little stairway to connect with the dining rooms below. f x*~— recent additions are exhibition^ rooms, where work of members and loan associations are shown. Colorful little powder rooms and the soft lights and deep chaired comfort of the Lounge refresh the weary worker before dinner time. If she's engrossed in thinking out some piece of work she may dine in undisturbed peace at a little table of her own. If she's feeling social, there's the Members' Table. The hum of conversation here proves that hands familiar with deadly cul tures in the scientist's laboratory are figuratively clasping other hands, fresh removed from modeling clay or the piano's keyboard. While the only woman director of a radio station may be finding some tale of a Juvenile Court delinquency quite up to Amos ln' Andy. Broadening, I calls it. Nor is the Cordon exclusively a place where women congregate. Far ". . . an' may all yer descendants be power boat men" from it. Here exists a state that the doorman of the Chicago Club never pictured in his maddest magenta mo ment. Whereas resident women of Chicago may not be entertained oftener than once a month, men may be guests at any time. Husbands came a trifle deprecatingly at first. But it wasn't long before these same waverers on the threshold were even blithely dining alone, by wife's thoughtful arrange ment when she was filling a profes sional engagement out of town. AND they reciprocate nobly — these i eaters of the Cordon's famed delicious dinners. Witness Rossetter Cole, that erudite composer, who, in ducted into the Cordon's recent Frolic, "obliged" by clasping a Spanish som brero to his chest and singing "I Faw Down and Go Boom," with such realism on each "Boom" that his red linoleum bolero quivered. (Jazz ac companiment furnished by a Mexican orchestra wherein each musician played any instrument save the one she's given her life to.) Oh yes, they can cut loose — the Cor- donites. Frenziedly busy though they are, they prove it every year. Marie Blanke spends her talent painting a cherub infested bed for a mock opera scene. Marie Zendt, as Marguerite, tosses a flaxen braid and surveys herself in the polished lid of a roaster, while her expensive soprano ripples through a burlesque Jewel Song. Anna Burmeis- ter, with her superlatively true ear, smugly sings "At Dawning," a quarter of a tone off at crucial spots. And mem bers sigh tenderly, remembering with what earnest zeal Fannie Bloomfield Zeisler once mastered the xylophone, on like occasion. FOR it's a homey Club. The kind of place where the staff rarely changes, where the waitresses know the members by name and notice their new hats. Where the members know how many children the waitresses have and when the busboy graduates from Moody Institute. Where those in favor with Mary O'Neil, the presiding genius of the kitchen, dare ask for poached eggs or milk toast at a busy moment when a special order would be anathema to any other club cook in Chicago. And all that's a very comforting atmosphere for women — even if they have an awe inspiring record of achievement! THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Books THE Town has, thanks to Lloyd Lewis, a most interesting study of apocrypha in his "Myths After Lin coln." It has, also, thanks to mystery, contemporary gossip and ingenious journalism, its own folk lore during Capone. A late — and authenticated — story is like this: A reporter on vague assign ment idled into the office of a noted lawyer. Friends, reporter and barrister fell into a conversation about books. On the lawyer's desk was Upton Sin clair's resounding broadside called "Boston," a two volume assault with all arms. The reporter asked if he might borrow the volume. "It belongs," explained the lawyer, "to a client of mine who has a rather surprising taste in reading. I expect him in today. You can ask for yourself." The client entered; he was Alphonse Capone. "Sure," said Capone, "take the books along. I won't be able to get to 'Boston' for a week or so. When you finish, bring it back to this office. Only remember to get it back. It makes me sore when people borrow my books and don't return them." "Boston" has been expressed to Philadelphia. Deerftath IN the classic days of Lake Forest when Onwentsia Club, as recently described by Arthur Meeker, Jr., was in full bloom, the only blot upon the landscape was the standing "feud" (to quote a newshead phrase) between the Colonists — the new commuting influx, — and the Permanent Residents, the Andersons, Gunns, et al., who had originally settled the town. But within a generation prosperity overcame ani mosity in the minds of the P. R.'s. They found incoming Colonists anxious to buy their homesteads or acres at fancy prices and willing to finance a local bank and similar enter prises. Finally the Colonists' collegiate sons showed their prowess with Wayne Chatfield-Taylor on the mound by con sistently defeating the local sandlot nine each year. Then patriotism came to supplement sportsmanship and Col onist mamas and P. R. matrons cemented an entente in their mutual struggles to roll bandages according to the ever-varying dictates of the Red Cross. Such a Golden Age of civic harmony could not last forever. Came the "Deerpath." The "Deerpath" of course is the very plush private car on the end of the train long conse crated to Colonist commuting. It is modeled after private cars on Long Island with this exception — that the Long Island railroad runs solid private trains whereas the "Deerpath" stands out amongst the common coaches like a gold tooth with a diamond stud. P. R.'s stand aside to let Colonists scrap it out among themselves. Ribal- (W% dry is rife, — the next coach behind has been affectionately christened by its riders the "Cowpath" — nor need it be restrained through hope, for already the "Deerpath's" full quota of Fifty- Seven has been enrolled. The car was attached shortly before the city elec tion and several of its members were running for office. One candidate, al beit unopposed, discreetly had his name left off the patrician list, another for a time took the precaution of boarding the train a few cars down passing into the "Deerpath" after she had pulled out, and reversing the maneuver on the evening trip back. Upon the historic first run of that car, local wags caused a strip of red carpet manned by a gorgeous function ary to be laid down on the platform for the further glorification of the Fifty- Seven. An ironic stab accepted, for the most part, at face value. Resoluti on WE reprint without comment — • well, almost without comment — ¦ a resolution adopted by the City Coun cil in its regular meeting Wednesday, May 15, 1929 at precisely 2 p. m. Expression of Good Will Toward Alderman Coughlin for the Suc cess of His Entry, "Karl Eitel," in the American Derby at Louisville. Aldermen Crowe, Ross, Albert, To man, Byrne, Pacelli and all members presented the following resolution: Whereas, The great American Derby is to be run in Louisville, Ky., Saturday, May 18, 1929; and Whereas, One of the most hope ful and promising entries in this race is Karl Eitel, owned, trained, op erated, controlled and managed by the honorable and distinguished dean of the Chicago City Council, John J. Coughlin, Esq.; and Whereas, Chicago's "I Will" spirit has lifted her from a Main- street village to the position of fourth largest city of the world; therefore, be it Resolved, That we, his friends, respectfully and respectively urge upon our colleague — Poet Laureate, Beau Brummel and Sportsman Ex traordinary — that he whisper into the ear of Karl Eitel, or take such other steps as may be necessary, to instill in him this great slogan that he may have the benefit of all it has done for this magnificent community, and thereby be inspired to add an- 18 THE CHICAGOAN other to the many laurels of which we are so proud, by bringing home the bacon. Unanimous consent was given to per mit action on said resolution without reference thereof to a committee. Alderman Crowe moved to adopt said resolution. The motion prevailed. Karl Eitel, we reflect, was fifth. Evil AS a sad commentary on the gross i\ evil of the world we quote from the label on Booth's Old Tom Gin: "All future shipments will bear the fol lowing signature on each label which, it is hoped, may frustrate the shameful piracy carried on at Hamburg." The date, alas, is October 1, 1857. Sociological A DULT deportment, generally speak- f\ ing, looks to the Gold Coasts of the world for punctillio, grace, man ner and refinement. From Gold Coasts it spreads to less golden areas and so, finally, reaches the plain voter as a kind of leaven of gentle breeding. Child deportment, alas, takes its model from the urchins of the world and seeps gradually to upper social levels as a trumpet call to all the un- prettified instincts of youthful barbar ism. We refer to the slum game of tin- heel, now rampant along the Drive. A tin-heeler stamps a tin can, prefer ably one salvaged from an ash heap, with his heel so that the metal depres sion clings to the leather. Equipped with two tin heels, even a Gold Coast adolescent can raise an astounding clat ter on concrete walks. It is a difficult business, one would imagine, getting proper cans in Gold Coast alleys, but scions of great families are indefatigable in searching them out. Noise is alto gether up to standard. As an hypothesis for some learned sociologist, we venture that the tin-heel infection has been spread through the great cross fertilization of culture at Oak Street Beach. Warning MAH JONG, long abandoned by parlor players, is unquestionably on the wax. The Chinese game waned dismally some years back. The Winds, so to speak, had blown it away. Now, like an exiled minister to the Son of Heaven banished for a season and re- assumed into favor, it has returned opulent and overbearing as ever. Here, we reflect, is a melancholy &fr&&^ ;>f^^' few 'Just a wee mite more to the left, Armaxnd — for composition' minor note in the great symphony of parlor entertainment. Directory WHILE suggestions for light sum mer reading are yet in order, may we propose as our candidate for hammock and porch swing honors, the Chicago Telephone Directory? The true nature of this work, one can not but feel, has long been hidden under a mantle of utilitarianism. The much used, occasionally abused, volume has yet to be discovered as work of belle lettre. No other single known book contains half its number of Joys, for the telephone directory has a solid half -column of them. True, it has its Grieff as well, by name R. Uhlman Grieff ; but what is one Grieff in con trast to some three score Joys? The list embraces even a Mr. N. Joy, living at 7222 North Clark street. Scarcely a single one of the 1,495 pages fails to amuse the reader. Could one, for one, be impervious to the dis covery that a Frank Papa lives at 4814 Lowell avenue? Could one remain un moved after discovering that a Miss Fern Gum is listed at 3003 Blaine Place? The directory will confess that Chi cago still lacks two of the prescribed seven Virtues. It has, also, only five, of which three are feminine: Mrs. A. B., Ida, and Margaret. Its mascu line Virtues are two: Robert J. and William J. Its Geniuses, on the other hand, are predominantly masculine. Of the three, two are physicians, by name Dr. Arthur E. and Dr. Richard M. Genius. If the paucity of musical interest here is a cause of anxiety for you, as sure yourself that Mr. Frank Music himself has a residence at 6222 S. Mozart. Mr. A. F. Song may be found at 1221 Sunnyside avenue. Mrs. Emma Guitar is doubtless firmly entrenched at 1 1 6 South California avenue, where she lives. Nearby, at 845 North Rockwell street lives Miss Sophia Violin. Frank Piano gives his address as 5225 Quincy street, and Andrew Mellody gives his at 2231 Winona. Joseph W. Musical resides at 2451 South Kedzie. While there is not the fantest suspic ion of any taint of whiskey in the book, one has but to turn the pages to come upon a comprehensive Wine list. While beverages are not customarily measured by the paragraph, the fashion is merely awaiting your initiative in order to make its bow to the world at THE CHICAGOAN 19 large. You may choose the Wilford Wine for yourself, and someone else is likely to favor David Wine, of 2440 Lakeview avenue. And the Beers! No bar list of Brussels or Berlin can boast of a greater variety. Among them are many that neither Brussels nor Berlin ever saw; Anton Beer, for example, of 648 Buckingham Place. Here it might be mentioned that a Paul Pretzel is to be found at 2515 Winnemac. Harriet Sherry is at 1441 East 53rd street, and at 5000 Waveland avenue is Irene Cognac. Elias A. Cognac, Jr., is close by at 5004 Waveland. Walter Mar tini lives at 1820 Hudson. Ben A. Broom lives at 7440 Malvern avenue, and Clara A. Dish at 6444 South Win chester. Roy C. Stove at 3018 West 61st street. Howard Dice, for whose sake we venture to hope that no one ever misspells the first name, gives his address as 7714 South Morgan. Mrs. A. Card, on the other hand, is at 1337 Addison street. Bert Vest resides at 8143 Evans ave nue, and unconscionable Alvin Knicker has his home at 5614 Leland. Joseph E. Sunshine lives at 7638 North Marsh- field, and Joseph A. Moon at 102 As- bury avenue, Evanston. At 1521 Foster you may come upon Miss Han nah Wink, and at 454 East 43rd street, upon Mr. R. Smile at his business address. Herbert Hoover lives at 6056 Harper avenue. Abraham Lincoln, the direc tory tells, lives at 3028 Avondale ave nue. Robert Bruce? Pooh, the city boasts a quartette of Robert Bruces, and the Charles Lambs sing typograph ically, "We Are Seven." Robert Inger- soll, good old Bob, lives at 2131 War ren avenue, and William Shakespeare at 410 South Michigan, where he in structs in the art of vocalizing. Because all lists for summer reading should contain at least one August Sur prise, the directory lists one at 2044 Belmont avenue. It lists a David Fatt at 1217 Karlov, and a C. A. Thinn at 1907 Nebraska. Walter I. Sleep's of fice address is 201 South LaSalle street; George F. Snore's home address is 4400 Indiana avenue. Peter J. Sob lives at 7340 South Carpenter. James I. Guess at 8020 Woodlawn avenue. Sam Guess lives at 4044 Prairie. For local color we have Jessie J. Purple, at 1374 Greenleaf. Mr. I. M. Pink at 5056 Sheridan Road. Lloyd L. Blue is at 849 Lafayette, and there are, of course, Greens, Browns, Whites and Blacks in profusion. "Officer, I must simply refuse to ride backwards" Turn then to Miss Marguerite East, living at 52 West 65th street. Seek out Mae (yes, Mae) West, at 9554 Perry avenue. With these two as part ners, pit against them Carrie South, of 5009 South Parkway, and Nordas North, of 434 Melrose street. Then let North lead, and you'll have that much written about bridge game at last. Turn also to Edward Actor, at 2644 Potomac avenue. Turn to him with some degree of reverence, for, accord ing to the directory, he is the only Actor in the city. Pete Educate will be seen to reside at 2429 Polk street. Peter Comes at 3736 Armitage avenue; Lillian Goes at 6424 Ellis avenue, and there is Judson F. Going at 6708 Oketo avenue. R. J. Golly is at 5346 Broad way. Miss Marie Gosh at 5730 San Francisco. Tobias K. Nice is at 149 Pine ave nue, and Joe Nasti at 1441 Spruce. Lud C. Jump is to be found at 3838 Sheffield, and Mrs. Lou Hopp at 6609 Greenview. Nancy Speed can be reached at 5952 Fulton. A. D. Speedie has his office at 231 South LaSalle, and David Fast lives at 6720 Lakewood. Miss M. I. Slow lives at 2622 Flournoy. Whereas Fate (John L. Fate) has 20 THE CHICAGOAN taken residence at 6012 Kenmore, Faith (Stephen) resides at 5652 Virginia ave nue. Hope (Ivy C.) lives at 3316 Key stone avenue, and. Charity (William) at 4147 Langley avenue. William Moose has his lair at 4500 North Melvina; Jacob Stag his at 220 South Seeley. Charles Swan is at 2020 Montrose, and Adalene J. Gazelle lives at 608 West 103rd street. This again passes over the Bears, the Foxes, etc., found too numerous to mention. A toothsome literary morsel is the unexpected discovery of Earl H. Peach, one of the numerous Chicago Peaches. Equally unexpected is the discovery of William R. Orange, at 823 Waveland avenue. Edward J. Pear lives at 8123 South Carpenter street. Roland G. Plum at 5333 Sheridan Road, and, be lieve it or not, there is an Orange Ap ple at 826 Lakeside Place! And so it goes. Is it to be wondered at that interest lies in the pages of any book that begins with the Rev. N. C. Aaberg and winds up with Mr. A. Zznycks? i Barber ADD millionaire eccentricities: the L private barber chair of Mr. Al bert D. Lasker. One might add also "private barber" were it not for the fact that the gentleman who is priv ileged to draw his razor skillfully over Mr. Lasker's cheeks is also the owner of three thriving barber shops in as many downtown office buildings. He is by name Mr. Andrews, but most of the customers know him as George. Every morning for almost 20 years now he has come, at Mr. Lasker's bidding, to perform the ritual of the daily shave. Sometimes the call is to come to the Lasker home on Burton Place. In sea son, he sometimes is called to the Lasker summer home, some distance from town. Most often, however, Mr. An drews is instructed to report at the of fice of his client. In each of the three possible ports of call there is a regula tion barber shop chair duly installed. Only recently, when the advertising firm of Lord, Thomas and Logan re moved from the quarters in the Wrig- ley building to their present location in the Palmolive building, they had to take with them not bag and baggage alone, but barber's chair as well. The po tentate, somewhat in the manner of the historic courtiers at the French court, occasionally holds levee during the progress of the morning toilette. Mr. Lasker has invited one of the visitors at these gatherings to precede him into the chair, there to savor the delight of George's superior shaves. Mr. Wrigley has been known to ac cept just such an invitation. So has Mr. Veeck, while the Lasker office was still in the Wrigley building. Priv ileged visitors, however, must be early risers, for the hour of Mr. Andrews' daily call is precisely 8 a. m. With these facilities at his disposal it is not a matter for wonder that Mr. Lasker orders a haircut once every seven days, as opposed to the average man's fort nightly hirsute clipping. Alchemy IT isn't a jail, though its barred win dows, darkened brick walls and lonely position in the middle of the block give it a forbidding look. Neigh bored by Chez Pierre of sad sweet memory and the enormous sway-backed roof of the Chicago Riding Club, the "little gold house," as it is known to the neighborhood, goes aloofly on with its Borgia business. For it almost (not quite) transmutes dust into gold. If you have ever won dered what became of the dust and sweepings of the jeweler — the residue left by smithing and engraving articles of gold and silver — you may be re lieved to know that all dust and cut tings from jewelers' workrooms are carefully saved and transferred to this small plant on East Ontario Street, be hind the iron bars, where it is re-smelted by the Thomas J. Dee Com pany. Not only loose dust, but clothes and gloves of workmen, the very walls and floors of jewelry manufacturers' work rooms absorb floating gold particles. One establishment has adopted the prac tice of laying a new floor every five years. Gold redeemed by burning the planks of an old floor pays for the new one. Iowa IF, by the end of summer, all Lake Geneva summer residents have not heard the radio programs "that come to you with the courtesy of the Maytag company of Newton, Iowa," it will not be the fault of Mr. F. L. Maytag, whose company it is. Before moving out to Ceylon Court, which he purchased from the John J. Mitchell family, Mr. Maytag is having equipment installed that will enable him and his guests to listen to these programs in any portion of his large and beautiful estate. The equipment consists of an auditorium victrola and three loud speakers. The victrola is as powerful a musical mechanism as can be had. The speakers will be placed at various points on the Ceylon Court grounds. Then Mr. Maytag will be able to play records on which his radio programs are recorded, and be able to listen to them on the farthest point of his estate. The one feature of this undertaking of which he presumably failed to take account is the fact that the estate borders on the waters of Lake Geneva, for when sound parallels water, it will carry for miles along the lake, thereby enabling not only the Maytag family party but most of their neighbors as well to hear whatever pro gram is played on the victrola inside the house. Thus — Newton, Iowa. Plaster ONE after another Ernest Byfield's Italian marble pillars in the Hotel Sherman have been covered by a mys terious and unlovely coating of plaster spread thick by a white-robed and non chalant plasterman. On each pillar the coating stayed for twenty-four hours. Chipped off, the marble revealed its pristine texture. It was a bleaching, Frank Bering, the hotel manager, explained, delayed this time for nineteen years. THE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ IT IS an oracle hoary to the news paper business that success lies out side the field of journalism. Let a young fellow, agree soothsayers of the press, begin as a cub reporter and branch nimbly into something else before occupational werewolves seize on him soul and body; let him branch — and he may amount to something. But, mark you, the beginning is that of a cub reporter, and to suppose a cub reporter the lowest being in the newspaper hierarchy is an error pre vailing only among the laity. A cub is lowly, indeed. But he is of the order of seraphim, nonetheless. An audit clerk in the business department of a paper is infinitely lower. It was hardly to be conceded that a clerk had a soul at all. The man who settled the debate for audit clerks, and settled it with a re sounding affirmative, is Walter A. Strong, publisher of The Chicago Daily Hews. Born in Chicago in 1883, the son of a physician, Dr. Bliss Strong, young Walter set out to be an engineer. He took a degree in engineering from Lewis Institute in 1901 (there had been two years on the business staff of the old Chicago Record). From 1901 until 1905 he added another degree, a B. S. from Beloit. At Beloit he played foot ball, alas, with strictly amateur ideals and results. A half back at 175 pounds in the days of the five-yard rule was none too large. Somewhat ruefully he looks back on an afternoon with Min nesota where football players were much too big and, literally, much too bearded. WITH the Hews, in 1905, the half back became an audit clerk. He has been with the Hews ever since. In 20 years he worked from clerk to auditor to business manager under the shrewd eye of Victor F. Lawson. Upon Victor Lawson's death in 1925, Walter Ansel Strong became controlling owner and president of the News Corporation and Publisher of The Chicago Daily Hews itself. He is a warmer and more amiable man than was his chief. Less aloof, less silent, less reserved. To the newspaper business, Walter Strong brought the fact finding mind Walter Ansel Strong By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN Walter Ansel Strong of an engineer plus the organizing talent of an enterpriser. He hates waste, inefficiency, flamboyance and erratic performance, sometimes con doned in the newspaper man. It is or ganization first; then the individual brilliant. Oddly enough, Walter Strong is no conservative; men on the Hews speak of him as extremely tol erant, receptive and liberal. "The Publisher? Oh sure," say the reporters, "he's a good guy." From a reporter it is an accolade, indeed. In 1912, Walter Strong found time to take an LL. D. from John Marshall Law School. In 1913, he married Josephine Hav- iland Webster of Evanston. Young Wally Strong, Jr., six feet one in his 15 th year, is scion of the house. He does not, however, reign undisputed. Three brothers and one sister are of the family. They are, in addition to Wal ter Ansel, Jr., Jonathan Webster, Rob ert Kitchell, Anne Haviland and David Seymour Strong, which, says their father, "pretty well uses up all the fam ily names." David Seymour is three. Their father, it may be added, pretty well uses up all the honors of his pro fession. He is the controlling owner and president of The Chicago Daily Hews, Inc. He is Publisher of The Chicago Daily Hews. He is a director of The Fansteel Products Company. A director of The Associated Press. A Trustee of the Village of Winnetka. A Trustee of Beloit College. Member of The Illinois Bar Association. Of the Newspapers Publisher's Association. A director of the Audit Bureau of Cir culations. The organizer and president of the 100,000 Group of American Cities. Chairman of the Board of the International Advertising Association. Mr. Strong is 46 years old. HIS favorite, and he adds only, recreation is golf. He goes around in from 85 to 100. Usually, he confesses, in 100. But there are other hobbies. Architectural and engineering training manifests its influence. The new Daily Hews building has been an absorbing technical problem to the new publisher. And his Rock River farm, The Stronghold, calls out the latent builder in the man who first essayed to build in steel and concrete rather than in paper. The farm is to be done in Norman architecture. A Norman round tower presented difficulties. Mr. Strong found a solution in the bucolic silo; two silos, one inside the other, proved admirable forms for poured concrete. A tower thus built of re-enforced concrete will stand. It is a job enduringly done, and Walter Strong is proud of his inven tion. Books Mr. Strong divides into three classes. There are the books he has to read. Item, Admiral Mahan's many volumes on sea power. Books Mrs. Strong talks about, and which he reads in self-defense. Books he genuinely en joys. Item, detective stories. A long favored organization is the Boy Scouts. THE Publisher stirs with the quick, decisive move of a man who wants something. He finds it. It is a cigarette. One acquainted to the rigid Daily Hews ban on cigarettes (because of possible fire hazard) a ban so stern that not even the hardiest reporter dare puff one in the building, watches in awe. Here is power indeed! Calmly, the Publisher lights the symbol. He rises to shake hands. A tall man, carefully dressed, meticulously in con- 22 TWE CHICAGOAN Ahove: Nat Karson de facts the more or less unchanging Randolph Street Tableau and Wax Work Spectacle. Jdr. Sol Wagner, who operates half the orchestras of the Town, appears as the bottom figure. To the left are life like reproductions of Raymond Huntley, "Dracula" ; Otis Skinner, "One Hundred Years Old'; Frank Jtficln- tyre, Boom Boom" ; Wallace Ford" The Nut Farm"; and T^lr. Joe Frisco, at liberty. In the critic's box: Ashton Stevens, Charles Collins and Frederick Donaghey. In the upPer box: Tdilton Weil, the mayor of Randolph street, and Ernest By field, the street's official greeter.. THE CHICAGOAN 23 dition. His complexion the dark, even flush of a city dweller who spends much time out doors. His is a shrewd face, careful in analysis and painstaking of detail. A wide, mobile mouth. An ap praising yet amiable eye. A manner brisk, able and confident. Going down stairs through the ramshackle old Hews building one has little difficulty in un derstanding the magnificent new lime stone structure across the river. And pausing for a moment in the outer offices one reads a framed pub lisher's letter to the men of the Hews staff. It is a letter of congratulation on a spectacular newspaper achievement. A round-by-round story of the Demp- sey-Tunney fight written, transmitted and set up by the Hews, reached Loop newsstands in exactly eight minutes after Referee Barry raised Tunney's hand in victory. A small thing in cos mic significance, surely. But a tremen dous thing in organization. H7ie ST A G B When Hitchcock Climbed the Stairs By CHARLES COLLINS Note WHILE on tour in the middle west recently Mischa Levitzki was asked to give a piano concert at Chicago's Reconstruction Hospital for the Insane. The director of the insti tution wished to test the therapeutic value of music on the patients. Le vitzki was obviously pleased with the results, and sent the following telegram to a friend after the performance : "Just gave concert State Insane Asylum. Audience crazy about my playing." Poetic Acceptances Ford Madox Hueffer Accepts a Dish of Madox (More likely Had docks) at Fred Harvey's (Purely Mythical) at Charing Cross These are madox; This is Charing Cross; This is the South-Eastern 6s? Chatham; This is Fred Harvey's; It is dinner time; It is May; There is a great, black crowd this May. This May like last August And a hundred thousand dragging, black Augusts. These madox like those madox And those great, black haddocks I had last August. . . . I must accept the Poor dears! DONALD PLANT. THIS waning theatrical sea son needed a born- in- Chicago success to correct its anae mia, and it got it — for just three performances. Then a doctor opened his little black bag, tossed Raymond Hitchcock into it, and carried him off to St. Luke's Hospital, where he is still interned, humorously lamenting the ill-chance that is postponing his capture of the laurels of the late Nat Goodwin. His play, "Your Uncle Dud ley," has been placed on the reserve list, to have another opening in Chi cago next season when Hitchy is hale again. It has been agreed for years that this unique entertainer did not need the girls, the dances and the slap-stick of his long, laugh-spangled career; that given a play without music of home spun American fabric he would bril liantly graduate from the ranking of a Hitchy- Koo to the more dignified status of a Hitchy Who. There was abun dant proof that he was an actor who could interpret a character according to the lines as well as a clown reveling in fantasies on his own invention. Along came George C. Tyler, who has nursed more stars into glory than any other manager of his time, with "Your Uncle Dudley," written to Hitchy 's measure, in his portfolio, and the trick was turned. The American stage gained a new comedian named Mr. Hitchcock, who seemed much younger than his sixty-odd years. BUT to make this ascent, the vet eran merry-andrew had to climb a flight of stairs. The authors had built them into the architecture and plot of "Your Uncle Dudley," in order to give the play the atmosphere of American family life in a city like Akron, O., or Milwaukee, Wis., where two-story residences are still more fre quent than flats or bungalows. Mr. Hitchcock, in the realism of Uncle Dudley's role, had to go up that stair way to his room on nearly every exit; and his well-worn heart developed a knock in the cylinders under the strain. After the first-night, at the Illinois, he almost collapsed. He came up smiling for the second night, and gave an improved performance. Curiously enough his physical weakness brought him a softness and gentleness which, like an artist, he blended into his role to achieve a higher degree of Uncle Dudleyism. His audience delighted in him, feeling that this was a better Hitchcock than before. But Mr. Tyler, who had received a doctor's report upon the cardiac condition of his star, stood transfixed at the back of the theatre, watching every movement on the stage and whispering huskily to a friend: "This man may die at any moment." That performance, which I saw, con tained two plays — the visible comedy and the unwritten, expectant tragedy behind it. There was the game, stricken actor, making mirth under the sword of Damocles; there was the happy audi ence, unaware of the skeleton at its feast; there was the brooding, appre hensive manager, struggling with the intricate problems of his responsibility. It was a situation so arranged that life seemed to be writing fiction. After Mr. Hitchcock had climbed the stairs for the last time, and had made an extremely diverting curtain speech in his old Hitchy-Koo manner, Mr. Tyler unleashed a clinic of special ists whose diagnosis swept the reluc tant comedian into a hospital. There he rests and recovers, with the assur ance that if he minds the nurse he will be almost as good as new, and ready to cope with "Your Uncle Dudley" and its flight of stairs, when September comes around. The play itself, having been seen by only three audiences, hardly requires a review. The story of "Your Uncle Dudley" can be told next season. But the news-value of it bears repetition : it is an admirable domestic comedy view ing the American scene in its most wholesome aspect; that from Mr. Hitchcock down it is perfectly cast; and that Mrs. Jacques Martin, as the grandmother of the tale, contributes to 24 THE CHICAGOAN BEtflE COULDN'T tftLP .ouldrit Find out by hearing lie Newest the Hottest BRUNSWICK RECORD made by SLATZ RANDALL WyfoORCHEJT&A the Southland's Com bustible Collegians on a musical spree that should put Crutch manufacturers out of business and depop ulate Old Ladies' Homes. / Get the Blues When It Rains it would take some rain to put out the fire in Slatz's harmony. The title of this number doesn't even dampen it. Vocal chorus by Oscar Gross. 4331. it a masterpiece study of old age. in the whimsical Frankie and Johnnie W ere Stupid 1WAS judiciously grieved by "Frankie and Johnnie," the crass melodrama of prostitution now at the Adelphi. The playwright who at tempted to illustrate the origin of my favorite American folk-ballad unques tionably "done her wrong." He began with an excellent idea : a piano-pounder in an old levee dive catches a strange lilt out of the air and fumbles away at it under the influence of events in the night's work, adding line after line as vice tells a sordid, maudlin story under his eyes. A harlot's heart is broken; a man is killed; and a song is born. It was an idea worthy of a literary artist — but the play itself was written with a club. "Frankie and Johnnie" is the worst workmanship of the season. In the first place, it is hardly a play at all. The audience is warned from the start that the girl named Frankie is likely to kill someone on the slightest provocation; she is never without a gun and is aching to turn it loose. Finally she shoots her treacherous lover and maquereau, Johnnie, full of holes. There was no surprise; no suspense. Therefore, I maintain, there was no drama. In the second place, this pic ture of low-down manners on a St. Louis levee seventy years ago is written in contemporary slang. The characters wear elaborate ante-bellum costumes but talk gun-man and night-club argot. The effect is grotesque, and what plausibility the play might possess if its dialogue had the color of the period is destroyed. I could find no purpose, no missed intention, in the use of this modern vernacular. It struck me as indicating sheer ignorance of the way to treat the subject. In content, "Frankie and Johnnie" is, of course, callous and raw. These qualities are amplified in its theme. It may easily represent the nadir of the current vogue for indecency in the theatre. Yet I feel that it has been honest in dealing with its material; that it is not lewd for the sake of mere lewdness; and that in actual conduct, in the physical deportment of the char acters, it does not offend like certain episodes in "Diamond Lil" and "Jar- negan." Grace Kern, as Frankie, and Leona Maricale, as her rival Nelly Bly, are the interesting personalities in the cast. Bill's WE feel ourselves something of an authority on methods of gaining access to the better speakeasies. We have known the mystic rap which brings immediate attention at Bob's estimable doorway. We have known (still do as a matter of interest in these Jones infested days) the re quired number of times that the buzzer at Fred's must be pushed before a glassy eye appeared at the peep-hole. We have known that Tom must be asked for and reminded of the time he took us home from the Rowena be fore that tavern's cellar was at our dis posal. We have known (we say it modestly) the ritual that must be per formed before a really competent mix ture is set before one at Maloney's north. But yesterday or last week (it is un important) we were introduced to the newest, grandest idea in speakeasy pro tection yet focused before these shining eyes. At Bill's new place across from the City Hall you ring the bell; an eye appears at a well concealed notch in the door. You announce your wants; the door is opened on a chain and Bill stands ready to identify old friends and customers. Thus you gain access. Sim ple, you say. Ah, but there's a hitch! There is no bell in evidence in the hallway! The initiated produce a key as they stand before that forbidding steel door. They insert it between the wall and the wainscoting at a certain point. The metal touches two copper contacts, closing an electrical circuit and ringing the bell. And then the formalities stated before. — B. B. THE CHICAGOAN 25 The American Derby Saturday June 15 Stake Dates Illinois Oaks Saturday, June 22 Francis S. Peabody Memorial Saturday, June 29 Convenient Illinois Central Transportation ^ r HIRTY days of brilliant racing (beginning Hay 27, ending June 29) at this beauti ful race course marks very definitely the re-establishment of turf sport in an environment designed for gentlemen and gentlewomen. Washington M. J. WINN President Seven events daily start at 2:15 i Park Jockey Club, Inc. Hooiewood, 111. STUYVESANT PEABODY C. W. HAY Vice-President General Manager HOME OF THE AMERICAN DERBY 26 THE CHICAGOAN •fiSSf h Woods This summer . . . enjoy the luxu rious comforts of the most exclu sive city hotels deep in the heart of Minnesota's North Woods ... on beautiful Big Pelican Lake. Come to Breezy Point Lodge — Amer ica's smartest summering place! BreezyPoint On Big-Pel ica,n Lake, Pequot, M i nnesotau Oil (Deauville oftfojfortkl And speaking of comfort: A genuine French chef . . . private tiled baths . . . valet service . . . beauty shop facilities, etc. In addition to the Main Lodge there are fifty private cottages with electric lights, bell boy and maid service . . . modern conveniences. Things to do: Real golf . . . honest- to-goodness fishing . . . trapshooting . . . bowling . . . billiards . . . saddle horses . . . archery . . . and all water sports. No wonder discriminating and luxury-loving people from forty-eight states hasten each summer to Breezy Point — the Deauville of the North! July 4-5-6 Annual Golf Tournament 10,000 Lakes Championship Open to All Golfers! Writ(_y Write now for beautiful descriptive brochure giving complete information. Write to: CAPT. W. H. FAWCETT Breezy Point Lodge, Pequot, Minn. Tne ROVING REPORTER Thoughts While Stalling By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN IF Odd Mclntyre can get away with his "Thoughts While Strolling," and Ashton Stevens continue to feed upon the largesse of Ol1 Massa Hearst for paragraphs headed "Worth Looking at in Chicago," to say nothing of Richard Henry Little's "Lagniappe," A. G. S.' "Today's Recommendations" and Char' lie Collins' psychic amble along Ran dolph street lately published in this magazine (we save passing mention for Meyer Levin's "A Young Man's Fancy" Teddy Linn's "Round About Chicago" and June Provines' "Gala World") if all these estimable observers can remain snug beside their typewriters, why should this reporter cringe out into the rain and heat to translate the Town? We pause for reply. There is none audible. Stand by for your station an- nouncement : There is, somewhere on Halsted street, a Mohammedan mosque. Five times daily the faithful put off their shoes and incline toward Allah for prayer. There are, or at least there were, two mullahs valiant in labor for the One True God. And true believers, though immersed among polyglot Chris' tians in an unbelieving land, continue in the desert faith. Any columnist of the Town who locates this mosque has a bang-up half column. Here is a whole bushel of philosophical nougats ready to the hand of Dr. Linn. ALSO there is the gentleman whose i\ chauffeurs are invariably respect ful, brisk, punctual and careful. The gentleman is connected with a parole board. His drivers are chosen from Pontiac. The least relapse from a high standard indeed sends an erring chauf feur back to Pontiac to weary out his "debt to society," as the boys used to mumble from the gallows. Here is a dandy item, too. A little leg work on a hot day would brew a neat mention for "Lagniappe." Mr. Tsouloufis of 711 Halsted is back in his restaurant, the Pan-Hellenic. The Pan-Hell offers a garden (in tubs and pails), a fountain, gravelled earth, many small tables and a row of trellised booths to one side. It offers merry company, too. And a lavish Greek menu embracing roast lamb, squab with rice pilafe, baked squash, egg plant and yourty — a kind of smooth whipped cream curd. The Government once closed 711. It was quiet (as a rule), pleasant (very), respectable (usually) and clean (now and then). So it was branded with a padlock. Barricades have been raised in the streets for lesser tyranny; men have died gladly to wipe out the taste of milder affronts to a free citizenry. Be fore the Greek's the cause of human liberty might have counted on at least one outraged musket (your correspond ent's) except that the closing was done secretly and darkly by minions of the Tyrant at Washington. However, the stone, so to speak, has been rolled away from the sepulchre. The matter is referred to Miss June Provines. ON Monroe street is a while-you- wait shoe repair place. Artisans in gaudy smocks (one is reminded vaguely of Michael Angelo's uniforms for the papal zouaves) tinker with lop sided shoes before an admiring public. One of these entertainers has the flow ing hair and dreamy eye of a great but thwarted artist. He takes to his shoes with the true artistic fire, as Rodin, say, might lay to a block of marble. He rips off an outworn sole with the nonchalance of a Heifets ripping off arpeggios. He storms through tacking and trimming like Percy Grainger storms through a jig. And he presents the repaired shoe with a flourish hardly to be outdone by a Cellini presenting a stomacher to a grand duchess. Well, what are the thoughts of this artist? What goes on in his inmost soul and is translated in the nailing of shoes? What dreams flower within that magnificent head? What of his loves? His hates? And when Time has thinned and warped and worn him as it frays the sturdiest and most beautiful footcover' ing — what then? Let us have the story poignantly done by Meyer Levin. I will even provide a lead. So: "The Juggler of Notre Dame anticked before his God and thus attained paradise. And it was Julius Theodore Ginkle who nailed shoes before his fellow men to build up a great and terrible philos ophy of shoe-nailing which led to — ." But let Mr. Levin put on his hat, go to Monroe street and fetch the story. THE CHICAGOAN Mr. D. E. "Gimmick" Hobelman is at this moment writing a book. Mr. Hobelman has denied the existence of the work in public and in private. Furthermore, the book embodies an at tempt absolutely new in literature. It projects, in short, a mystery story which is to be at once gripping and hum orous without taint of satire. The rest is secret. Let some columnist ferret out and expand upon this phenomenon. OBSERVERS to the drama are in vited west on Madison street to curb side gospel meetings sponsored and chauffered by The Moody Bible Institute. While sullen and cynical bums line the curb, Moody-ite war riors yell for souls. Here are dramatic types and implied histories enough to keep a dramatic observer stocked up on touchstones for the hectic stage as long as he claims free seats, second row orchestra. Two smirking young ex torters, ostentatiously "glad" between bawling and braying — one a nitwit scholar, severe in showy spectacles and straw-blonde hair, the other a beaming idiot, oily with the essence of a thou sand scout masters. Beside them a tight-jawed fanatic, dark, uncompro mising; a hard, handsome face lit by cruel eyes. Next a country pastor-ex- horter, mild, easygoing, amiable and sin cere; he gets the attention of the worst hellion in the listening rabble. A crazy Swede, terribly in earnest with a trite and feeble plea debilitated by meaning less scripture, gives testimony; his ges tures are the uncoordinated movements of a young child. A reformed sinner in shoddy business clothes is vivid with a recital of trifling offenses and stupid debaucheries (including chewing to bacco) before he was snatched to grace. Three dowdy, shrill women saints. A brisk young Irishman unaccountably playing a Moody calliope. The crowd openly scornful — young laborers and vagabonds ill-handled by the world yet capable of sullen defiance, old men, de fiance long gone out of them, silly and feeble and abject. A drunk, waggish and expansive. Two Mexicans; their Indian faces impassive. A bearded hobo; he looks on like a kind of out cast apostle. Well, let the dramatic faculty come here for a study of stage effects, of projected emotion, of elocu tion. Let them here feel pity and ter ror. And finally let some reviewer ap praise the dramatic qualities of the whole meeting: — As for this reporter, he is going to Emil's. 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For Corinnis Waukesha Water is the finest tasting table water in the world — absolutely above reproach every day of the year. It comes to you straight from the spring at Waukesha, Wis consin. You will find it always crystal- clear — always pure and sparkling. PARTICULARLY IMPORTANT! Use Corinnis Waukesha Water in your electric refrigerator for freezing your ice cubes. Corinnis ice cubes cool drinks without detracting from their delicate flavors. Phone your order now Telephone Superior 6543 and have Corinnis Waukesha Water on your tabic tomorrow. Due to its widespread popularity we can deliver it to your door for a few cents a bottle. It is indeed one of the finer things in life which everyone can enjoy. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, Inc. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold also tit your neighborhood store) H^he CINEMA A Great Little People, These Swiss By WILLIAM R. WEAVER WAUKESHA WATER ON a recent evening Ran dolph street of fered choice of "Betrayal" and "Eternal Love," at the Oriental and United Artists respectively and with Emil Jannings and John Barrymore.- Surely a perfect evening for one who sought of cinema its best. If one hun gered sufficiently for substantial cinema fare, both performances might be wit nessed before curfew. And if appetite were heeded, one arrived at bed with firm resolve to look no more upon the screen until something's been done about it. "Betrayal," elected for first inspec tion on the theory that a Barrymore is better than a Jannings and should come afterward, is a Jannings stillie. The scene is an Alpine village. Jannings" wife is Esther Ralston. His eldest son is Gary Cooper's. There is a deal of Swiss party-ing, a great deal of snow- scape, a death, dull-witted suffering in ample measure — one gathers an impres sion that the Swiss subscribe to two favorite occupations of which one is mountain-climbing. "Eternal Love" is a Barrymore stillie. The scene is another Alpine village. Barrymore marries the wrong girl. There is a deal of Swiss party-ing, a great deal more of snowscape, a death, dull-witted suffering in ample measure — one confirms the impression that the Swiss subscribe to two favorite occu pations. (A calumny, say I, worthy investigation of the Swiss consul). Homeward bound, one ransacks memory for Alpine stories and comes to none exhibited since Von Stro- heim's "Blind Husbands," supplemental evidence with respect to Hollywood's idea of prevailing Swiss occupations. One wonders why John Barrymore should appear at this date in a stillie, why "Eternal Love" and "Betrayal" should thus oppositely title identical themes, why Randolph street should be subjected to all this anti-Alpine prop aganda in a single week and why Emil Jannings should not go back to Europe and stay there if he jolly well pleases. One. leaves off wondering and slips wearily into bed with a good book in his left hand and a tall, tinkley glass in ready reach of his right. Innocents of Paris" MY confidential Hollywood in formant tells me that the gen tlemen who imported Maurice Cheva lier to appear in "Innocents of Paris" (Al Jolson having been contracted by a competitor) gave dismayed eye and ear to the completed production and a return ticket to Mons. Chevalier. After witnessing the production I am inclined to credit the report, for "Inno cents of Paris" is far too good enter tainment for the eye and ear of its star's employers. It is the best enter tainment of the fortnight. Where East Is East SOMETIMES you think this is go ing to be "The Shanghai Gesture." Again it threatens to become "Kongo." "The Letter," "Rain," "The Road to Mandalay," "Madame Butterfly" and "Mother India" seem in turn imminent. But it is none of these. It's Lon Chaney. Thru Different Eyes /<~-pHRU DIFFERENT EYES" 1 (the simplified spelling is not mine) is notable as Warner Baxter's first performance since "In Old Ari zona" brought him out of the silent shadows and made him great. The plot is unfolded in the witness-stand manner of "The Bellamy Trial" but the acting is better. Mary Duncan, Baxter and Edmund Lowe are the principals whose actions on the evening of the inevitable murder are described by various individuals in court. In enact ment of the evening's events, as vari ously described, these three contribute the finest demonstrations of versatility currently available in the Town. "The Desert Song IF you saw this at the great Northern there is no point in seeing it at Mc Vickers or wherever it may be pro jected subsequently. The cinema ver sion is merely the stage version with TWE CHICAGOAN 29 horses, desert panorama and a squad ron of tenors added. The singing is better in spots and worse in others. The music is still good. "Two Weeks Off" WHENEVER Jack Mulhall and Dorothy Mackaill have nothing else to do they re-enact the comedy wherein a poor boy and a poor girl meet at a summer resort and lie to each other about their identities. This time they talk more or less and the comedy seems funnier. Maybe it is; they've done it often enough to know how. 'A Mans M, an HAVING broken his silence and dispelled a good deal of disfavor in "Alias Jimmy Valentine," William Haines does his cause no good by re treating into the stillies. Especially when the current one, a story of screen-struck journeyers to Hollywood, is so much better than any of his pre vious work. If you can endure another stillie, this is a pretty good one to endure. The Time, The Place and The Girl" IF YOU are among the increasingly select group who experienced this at the old LaSalle in the dear, dead days, you need not feel that this dis qualifies you for enjoying the new pro duction. Most of the music is omitted, the nonesuch "Honeymoon" being re tained for old times' sake, and the lines have been edited to 1929. The result is a swift, highly humorous and gen uinely entertaining football-bond busi ness comedy-drama with Grant With ers proving conclusively that the talk ing-picture is an immeasurably superior expressional medium. The production is the fortnight's second best. Vocal The Letter: Jeanne Eagels in the most significant talkie to date. [See it.] The Man I Love: Richard Arlen and Mary Brian in the one about the pug who came back. [Miss it.} The Voice of the City: Willard Mack at and in his best. [Go.] Hearts in Dixie: All-negro, all-talking and all good. [Try it.] A Dangerous Woman: The Rain bothers the lady this time, and the lady is Bacla- nova. [Of course.] Coquette : Our Mary proves Father Time a most ineffectual liar. [Don't miss it.] do you KNOW WHAT CAUSES SUNBURN? 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This Sunburn Cream is particularly deligbtful to use because it sinks quickly into Mie skin, leaving it soft and lightly fragrant, without a irace of greasiness. A bottle of Dorothy Gray Sunburn ("ream costs only two dollars, and will ordinarily last you an entire season. You will find it on sale at leading shops everywhere and at the Dorothy Gray salons. DOROTHY CRAY DOROTHY GRAY BUILDING, 683 FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK CHICAGO LOS ANGELES SAN FRANCISCO WASHINGTON ATLANTIC CITY 30 TUE CHICAGOAN IIM THE MAIN RESTAURANT If you're planning an evening's diver sion in the Loop, come to the Brevoort for a delightful prelude: a menu offer ing an intriguing variety of excellent ' foods; intelligent service; an environ ment at once cheering and restful. A musical background — unobtrusive, pleasing. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely meal. The Bre voort is convenient to all the principal theatres. 6 to 8 p. m. Every Evening Including Sundays Entrance Direct or Through Lobby No Cover Charge MU/ICAL NOTE/ The North Shore Festival By ROBERT POLLAK YEAR after year this aged and morose re viewer waits eager' ly for whatever _, ^ fare the gods of ^** the North Shore Music Festival choose to offer. The result is, sad to say, invariably disappointing, the programs little better in calibre than the average broad-cast from Studio COD or PDQ. The worthy folk of Evanston make a mighty effort every season to call to' gether a galaxy of the world's best talent, soloists of note, a huge chorus, a leading symphony orchestra. All to no good end. This mammoth and frenzied bite at culture is a tasteless and ill-assorted mess, dedicated in the same aesthetic spirit as the cliche of the individual who is always yapping that he must catch up with his reading. Almost all that can be said for the Festival is that it makes a brave sight of Patten Gymnasium, what with gala decorations, a great background of choristers, and a large and pretty audi ence. Musically, however, it is almost a total loss. But to get down to cases. On the Thursday of Decoration Day we braved the long and perilous trip through red and green stop lights and the irritating traffic jams of Wilson Ave. Dean Lutkin elected to lead chorus and orchestra through certain selections from the B Minor Mass of Bach. Almost everything was wrong about this Bach that could be wrong. The tempi were monotonous, the con' ducting without imagination. The only reason that Bach still bears a bad name with the musical public in general is because he is so frequently subjected to these metronomic and lustreless in' terpretations. By the sheer virtue of its huge volume the chorus imparted some thrill to sections of the Creed like the Sanctus and the Gloria. The Qui Tollis, for what reason we can not imagine, was turned over to the a cappella choir, whose vocal peregrina' tions were quite swallowed up in the huge spaces of the gymnasium. This particular section of the mass, a plea for pardon, needs as much as any other the effect of a crowd asking for pity. At Evanston it was lost in the stilly night. MUCH the same fate awaited the individual solos. Wolle, at the Bethlehem Festival, realizes wisely that these arias demand impersonality and, in a large auditorium, ample volume. He has trained his altos to sing the solos in unison and his scheme should serve as pattern for any choir-master who has nerve enough to tackle the Mass. Further unpleasant items : The church music of Bach calls for an at mosphere reverent and hushed. What it got at Evanston was the innumer able interruptions of late diners and intermittent bursts of irrelevant ap plause that quite destroyed the intrinsic spirit of the music. But what followed was worse. After the orchestra favored with a pleasant suite of Rhespigi, the Hon. Josef Hof- mann sat down and rattled off the Rubinstein Concerto in D Minor. This opus is probably one of the worst ex amples of musical eye-wash in the lit erature. Besides being devoid of any contemporary musical interest it does not even own any superficial brilliance and flash. In addition, completing the case for the prosecution, the Maestro Hofmann has begun to play the piano as if he weren't much interested in it any more. And when a great virtuoso gets that way it is just too bad. This, dear young readers, was the niftiest looking program on the festival schedule. The calibre of the rest may be gathered from the results of our pro found statistical survey of the pro grams. Names like Verdi, Bloch and Debussy were outnumbered by names like Bruch, Goldmark, Lutkin and Charpentier in the startling ratio of five to one. TO continue in a sad and reminis cent minor, what, oh what, has happened to Paul Whiteman. He ap peared with his orchestra at the Audi torium on May 28 under the auspices of the American legion and the sponsor ship of Old Gold cigarettes. After a very dreary vaudeville bill engineered by one of those entrepreneurs in white flannel pants, Whiteman made majestic entrance by blaring out "The Stars and TUE CHICAGOAN Stripes" for full orchestra, and momen tarily it felt grand to be back in his company again. But not long. What followed was a hodge-podge of two-a- day specialties, vodeo singers at little white pianos, German comedians, trick fiddlers, virtuosi of the tire-pump and the musical saw. Gone are the magical days when the fat man had musical America by the ears with his inquisitive and important explorations into original orchestration and unique composition for jazz band. His arrangements are little better than Guy Lombardo's; his programs reduced to an uneventful dead level. The bright and shining light of the orchestra is still Roy Bargy who plays his particular kind of piano better than any man in the country. Under his hand the still vibrant pages of the Rhapsody In Blue caught a new lease on life. But Bargy is about the only cough in the carload. THE irrepressible Skalski has given another concert. This one was at the Studebaker Theatre which he pro poses to hire for a series of orchestral nights next winter. As upon the oc casion of his Chicago debut he demon strated the skill and experience of a seasoned conductor, the faculty of get ting the most out of an assembled band, and a keen intelligence for the making of a program. He possesses, besides, a spontaneous and informal wit, and a lack of pedantry that well qualifies him to succeed in his bold venture of organ izing yet another local symphony or chestra. Satin FOR eleven years in the middle of the Victorian era, workers of Inns bruck, Austria, plied needle and thread, and wrought out of silver satin enough tapestry to cover the music room of the Heue Hofburg. But the beautiful wife of Emperor Franz Joseph did not like the castle, never saw the tapestry. Recently the satins, which proclaim with Victorian nicety that life was very lovely though quite unreal, have ap peared on the walls of the interior decorating galleries at Field's where they will hang until some fortunate and puissant Chicago matron takes them to grace her local castle. — D. M. Flowers and Children At SKOKIE RIDGE \ J -V i '¦¦--* ¦ .,.JH '**5(3j$ -. ' ,'V *„ V There will always be flowers and children in Skokie Ridge. Somehow these two joys are essential to the fullness of living. Skokie Ridge with its changing topography, and its ample homesites, furnishes the background for your family's happiness. Homes are ready and their attractiveness will ap peal to you. You should drive to Skokie Ridge. It will be well worth your time. BAIRD & WARNER Office: 1071 Skokie Ridge Drive, Glencoe Phones: Glencoe 1554 — Briargate 1855 Representative Always on Property Sheridan Road to Park Avenue, Glencoe, West to Bluff Street, North to Dundee Road and West to Entrance (We reserve the right to change our prices without notice. J 32 TI4E CHICAGOAN If Beauty is wise as well as beautiful, she will include in her vacation plans a visit to the Salons of Helena Rubinstein. A course of special sum mer treatments being the best pos sible preliminary to a joyous sojourn. And if she is fastidious as well as wise, she will reserve a corner in her luggage for the refreshing, youth- renewing Valaze Water Lily Cleansing Cream (2.50), Valaze Grecian Anti- wrinkle Cream (Anthosoros) (1.75) to prevent and correct squint lines, and the delightfully refreshing Valaze Skin-toning Lotion (1.25). Then to give her face modish allure, Valaze Gypsy Tan Foundation (sunproof and waterproof) (2.50), Gypsy Tan Powder (3.00) and Cubist Lipstick (1.00) in rich Red Raspberry or dash ing Red Geranium. You are cordially invited to visit the Salons for advice alone or for treat ments for the skin, hair, hands or eyes. Each Helena Rubinstein treatment includes complete instructions on self- treatments, and each includes expert guidance in the art of make-up. flemw l\ufcrijtfeiti PARIS LONDON 670 North Michigan Ave. The- CI4ICACOCNNE Well — Sticky Days! By MARCIA VAUGHN WHEN the thermometer went berserk and produced a good November week in June, I confess I was downright anaemic about the new summer things that should be reported in this column. But now that the old familiar mugginess is upon us — at this writing anyway — everyone else who lay down and played dead during the cold snap should scamper along with me to Saks-Fifth Avenue, where they have a refreshing lot of things that manage to be dainty without getting sappy. You will know what I mean when you see the way they can make even a sleeveless white tennis dress stand out from the millions of sleeveless white dresses that are flooding the country. I thought I had reached the saturation point on this subject but one couldn't have too many of their swagger little bandanna costumes, with flaring skirt and graceful neckline sloping into a not too extreme sun'back effect. The bandanna comes with the dress in a variety of dashing colors, and you must be sure to have them demonstrate their new way of tying it. A neat little twist on top of the head with the ends tying in back gives the appearance of a very smart turban that will not slip down or feel uncomfortably tight, though it holds in the flying locks ever so securely. Even more darling are some Jane Regny white tennis things with tri-color belts and dashes of the tri-color banding here and there. The one with belt of blue, maize and green stripes is too dainty and striking for words. My favorite model, however, is the Hattie Carnegie suit created for Ger trude Lawrence and now done for Saks with all the original flare of pieced white skirt and tricky side lacing in brown that produces the most flatter' ing line you ever saw. And to make it all perfect is the blazer in white with appliqued strips of brown like the dress lacing. Some of the smartest tennis dresses incidentally, are not sleeveless, but have the much newer short sleeve that extends almost to the elbow. ESPECIALLY good for spectator wear is a Patou silk suit in a maize and gray combination that reminds one somehow of a nice cool melon and ought to be particularly good for aw fully hot days. Another delightful thing, either for watching sports or partaking very strenuously is a slithery green outfit from Augustabernard. The blouse and shorts are all together so there is no pulling out, and the skirt is in one long piece that you swing about you and button down the front. A clever twist in the belt makes it fit becomingly around the hips, and since the shorts and skirt are the same color the lower buttons may be left open for very active leaping and run' ning. Some people, of course, leave the skirt off altogether and play in the shorts, but I can't say I care much about the idea. For the poor things who must come into town on hot summer days the O'Rossen linen suits are about the best idea in years. Saks have them in sev eral colors, the black for town wear sporting a gaily printed blouse of handkerchief linen. These look beauti fully tailored with four pockets on the coat, and an unusual note in the three pleats on the back of the skirt. The back fullness is a relief after several seasons of the rather sad drawn effect achieved by plump ladies when they wore their pleats only in the front. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me that these suits should be best for shopping and other keep-moving occa sions, because when linens get mussed — . Cotton suits are fresh and smart and I have taken a great fancy to this fabric for every summer use. For sports un derwear it is the thing these days and I don't see why it shouldn't be adopted for other general wear. It is cool, non- clinging, takes a lot of punishment, and washes grand. In other years, the girls who wanted to be comfortably athletic had to sidle blushingly into the men's shops for their shorts but now they have their own bold models, styled after the masculine type with snug waistband, glaring colors, and every thing. CARSON'S sports section has some bright sets, bandeaux and draw ers or shirt and drawers, in a profusion of stripes and polka dots and some flower prints. The stripes are the most mannish and stunning. Stevens THE CHICAGOAN 0,5 have some good looking striped sets in a crisp silk that feels pleasantly cool, for those who cannot be divorced from their silk lingerie. Whenever I see a woman in a badly fitting peasant dress I wish I could take her by the hand and lead her to the Czecho-Slovak Art Studio at 717 North Michigan, where peasant art is really art. Here they do the thing up well. All the embroidery and hand work is done in Czecho-Slovakia but the clothes are not designed over there; so that we have the wealth of peasant color and beautiful work combined with good lines. Even the large-ish mamma type that I usually abhor in these clothes will dote on the shop. No exorbitant prices either. A lovely white flannel tennis coat embroidered in gay swirls of geometric inspiration is ninety-five dollars, some linens and voiles in a magnificent range of colors are shown for as low as twenty dol lars. You must not miss the perfectly beautiful silk dress with a soft design in rich golds and browns block-printed on the skirt, while the blouse has em broidery and a thick crochet that looks like embroidery in the same colors. They also show an interesting collec tion of native pottery, jewelry and glass. The pottery plates and bowls are brightly decorative, either sitting on a table or hanging on the wall, and would make a handsome wedding gift. Items Mandel's Are Displaying the New Phoenix hoisery that is fashioned to fit the perfect leg of Barbara Newberry. Aside from the fact that the "What is a perfect leg" query is akin to the ancient hen or egg problem, this idea has possibilities. Pur chasers may compare their nether limbs with Barbara's to see wherein they differ, and select their style and siz,e accordingly. . . . One of the most satisfactory places for gift hunters is Yanamaka's in the Saks building. This famous importer always has an array of precious things in jade and exquisite deco rative objects, as well as some lovely dress accessories. Among the last is a flat soft bag in a beige-like silk with carnelian trim that is a perfect thought for brides, brides maids, girl grads, or any other feminine heart you wish to please. ... An essen tial piece of summer equipment and a good gift for the bride or hostess is an ice pail. Burley's have a sturdy one in silver, with tongs to match, for only fifteen dollars. Also good for hot afternoons is a generous pitcher in one of the good modern styles that this store is showing. They are ex ceedingly attractive and seem more appro priate for summer homes and porches than the more pretentious silver ones. They also have delightful pewter beakers for long cool drinks, and if you get thirsty while shop ping they serve tea on the second floor. T able service ... to service tables oLoofcs gooclt uineiner or not you like cojjee ELECTRIC URN SET Cyrencli btscji lamp! heaV' en Ip moiij LAMP SECTION o/ ¥7 COMMONWEALTH EDISON C HiLECTRIC SHOPk 72 W. ADAMS ST., CHICAGO \ileu)esl and. jwiesl oj moaer= aielv fyricea sets RADIOLA 33 CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Changing residence? The Chicagoan will go along — making its first fortnightly arrival three weeks after notice — if you will fill in the appended form. (Name) — (New address) (Old address) — _ (Date of change) ~ 34 THE CHICAGOAN A Castle in Duneland. . . From turreted towers to majestic sweep of silver beach Golfmore pro claims the glories of summertime sport ... an enchanting kingdom of recreation! Sign a truce with the wearisome round of affairs and come here for a month or the rest of the season ... a carefree good time! Ranking with the nation's finest resort hotels, Golfmore is superbly equipped with facilities providing an endless succession of amusements. GOLF — two courses. ' SUN BATHS — perfect beach. TENNIS. Open terrace DANCING (thrilling orchestra). RAMBLES through primitive dune- land, in the saddle and afoot. Hotel Golfmore is just 62 miles from Chicago on Lake Michigan's south east shore via Dunes Highway. The RATES (with excellent meals) bed room, dressing room, private bath $8 to $10 a day single; $13 to $18 double. For completely illustrated booklet and full information, write C. L. Holden, Manager HOTEL jfl <** GRAND BEACH MICHIGAN GO, CHICAGO Just an Old Fashioned Tan By LUCIA LEWIS SYNTHETIC sunburn is all right in its way, but my heart doesn't go pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat at talk of arc lamps, tan powders, and skyscraper roofs where ladies make the rotogravure by lying on their tummies to be baked by the sun and smoked by adjacent chim neys. These makeshifts in July and August simply increase the sullen rage of the unfortunate citizen who sits at the re ceiving end of the bright messages from Europe, the mountains, and the sea shore. After all, the only bearable thing is to get your outdoor appearance and outdoor feeling right in the country under an honest-to-goodness sun. That's where a few choice week-end spots come in handily for the busy peo' pie who cannot get away right now for a long vacation. Wherefore, our sug- gestion-of-the-week club produces first the grand old Moraine in Highland Park. Year after year this hotel dis penses good food, gracious hospitality, and much quiet fresh air. Since these qualities are pretty much in demand, the management should be approached early for reservations, whether for week-ends or summer residence. ANOTHER attraction up this way ^is the new Deerpath Inn in Lake Forest. It promises lovely surroundings and architecture, charming decorations, and a pleasant clublike atmosphere, the clubbiness probably varying in degree with the number of North Shore friends one has. If you can rent or buy or get an invitation to some place around the Fox River near Geneva and Barring- ton your troubles are over. Here are some of the most delightful little towns of the middle west, all home country, not a bit resorty. My idea of the thing in afternoon outings is a drive to Geneva, where the priceless Little Traveller serves its delectable meals and displays an unusual collection of an tiques and enticing items. The Little Traveller doesn't like people bursting in just any old time, so remember to telephone ahead so that your meal can be prepared individually for you — really the only perfect method. Not far away is the attractive Baker Hotel in St. Charles, which sits looking right into the river and offers wonderfully pleasant accommodations for summer guests. A new idea being tried out at Bar- rington might be considered. The de velopment centers about the Biltmore Country Club (rather inane name, that), which is a pleasant appearing place. The Club house was the home of a wealthy Barrington citizen, so it is agreeably mellow, and the golf course seems well aged. Club member ships are reasonably priced but go only to purchasers of home sites in the coun try about. Looks like a good way to get an unpretentious country place eas ily reached from the city. Run down and have a look at it. If it develops as successfully as the similar project on the Victor Lawson estate near Green Bay, the first purchasers are beings of profitable foresight. AN EASY and popular jaunt in i dune direction is to busy Golf more at Grand Beach. The big and booming type of hostelry with every luxury and rushing activities over week-ends, it is very restful during the week; and the golf and beach are always excellent. Families and small groups may rent very nice cottages with hotel service and get as much quiet or gaiety as they wish. Other parts of the dunes are also pleasantly reached by the fast trains on the South Shore Lines. About Sundays on the dunes I can say noth ing because the prospect of squads of large females hiking around in knick ers has served to keep me away these many years. But during the week they are beautifully deserted and offer in teresting possibilities for campfire meals, a refreshing swim, and an afternoon's trek in almost undisturbed privacy. For larger outings a contemplation of Wisconsin, Michigan or Minnesota maps is recommended. A dizzy process but it should produce results since it is guaranteed to make you sick of the city. I hesitate to produce my pet retreats for I know that every rabid fisherman, golfer and porch habitue will pop up with three or four much more wonderful ones of his own. There are thousands of places up here, and whether you take this sheet's advice or TMt CHICAGOAN 35 Furnishings that give rooms style and distinction i, .N SOLVING a difficult furnish ing problem, it is decidedly helpful to find so large a selection of truly fine furniture as Colby's offer .... Here are eight floors of decorative pieces, all chosen for smart houses' none commonplace in any respect. We invite you to visit. John A. COLBY £r Sons Interior decorators since 1866 129 North Wabash Avenue just play a hunch and choose Little Croaking Bullfrog Lodge or Matilda Ann Lake because you like the name, you're pretty sure to win. Even a stay of four or five days will make a fanatic out of you and you will probably never go anywhere else summer after sum mer. FOR INSTANCE, take that drive up magnificent roads or on North western or Milwaukee trains to the Flambeau Reservation. Around this territory are summer homes to rent or buy, eight or ten hotels (I am told that Crawling Stone Lodge and Cole's Point Camp are especially good), several splendid camps for boys and girls, four or five fine golf courses, and a host of Indians to guide and do chores. It all sounds pretty populous but it is so scat tered about over Wisconsin countryside that the whole territory is secluded and unspoiled. Practically no towns of course, outside the Indian villages, and everything altogether ideal for vaca tions. Of course you must be nice to the Indians because the country belongs to them. Their flivvers zig-zag gaily in front of you on the roads and refuse to let you pass, their silly ponies wander at will into your back yard, but that is all part of the game. You can make some good Indian friends and be sure of firewood and faithful guidance for the rest of your life. These are a bright lot of red men. Likely as not your guide is a univer sity man, and one woman who now trots happily about with a papoose on her back hung up a brilliant record in a big eastern college. She and her kind usually revert to this simple life and display an interesting combination of primitive wisdom and civilized learn ing. IF you like your Indians more un touched by civilization there is a strange little group hidden away in the other corner of Wisconsin, near Lac Vieux Desert where Camp Vudesare offers hospitality to sportsmen. The chieftainship of this village is handed down, not from father to son, but to the strongest man in the tribe. Tepees, cooking, speech, everything absolutely primitive. They even smell primitive. All the waters around this district are rich in bass, muskies and trout, and the Fisherman's Specials make an easy night's trip out of it. You can buy a Wisconsin fishing license right here at the railroad station and practically drop "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $?. (I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) A[amc Address 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. 36 TWCCWICAGOAN MARGUERITE Irresistible Reductions NOW On All Our EXCLUSIVE French Imports Amazing Values Offered ORIGINAL PARIS MODELS that have set the present mode. Right at the height of their vogue, at fractions of their cost GOWNS as low as $ 75 HATS as low as H5 Owing to the "inde scribable VALUES of fered we advise your early attendance AAA 660 Rush Street at Erie off the train into the stream without a moment's delay. It's grand country for canoeing trips. One of the most interesting can be planned through the chain of lakes starting at Charles Bent's Camp on Mamie Lake. This camp is one of the thoroughly nice ones up here. Charles Bent, living here with his family all year 'round for nigh unto forty years, is personally acquainted with every corner of the country and understands all the tricks of fishing and hunting. Wonderful waters from here to Cisco Lake, going past the beautiful Lamont home at West Bay Lake and the im- pressive establishment of Marvin Hugh' itt up on Thousand Island Lake. An other attractive camp is run by a fern- inine relative of Bent's at Tenderfoot Lake, a little west of this chain. Either one of these places is well worth in- vestigating if you seek comfortable cabins, interesting people, good food, and rich fishing. ONE of the most ambitious projects up this way is the Lake Gogebic development in the upper Michigan Peninsula. The lake is a pretty big one right in the middle of a beautifully un broken stretch — several thousand miles — of untouched forest and unexplored streams. The White House on Lake Gogebic is a pleasant hostelry with all the luxuries you can ask for, though it is foolish to go up here expecting to be dressy and lazy. It's more fun and more fitting to stick yourself into boots and breeches and do the simple life act. They have a flock of splendid Indian guides for canoeing and fishing expedi tions that individuals may organize for themselves, or you can go on one of their interesting Woods Parties that cover something new each day and are simply elegant for making the tender foot feel like a seasoned, pipe-smoking veteran of forest and stream. The Gogebic people have a representative here at 820 Tower Court, eager to fur nish further details. This thing must end somewhere, though I have barely scratched the sur face. But not without what may seem a malicious word of warning. Just remember that though the Smoky Lake region is undeniably beautiful it is the chosen retreat of Homer Galpin, Bob Crowe, and all the boy friends. Noth ing wrong, but somehow one does want to get away from it all on a summer vacation. Around the World CUNARDER "S.S. Letitia" on the newest ship at the LOWEST rates leaving December 28th. #1450 up 23 Countries 111 Days Cruise managed thruout by En Route Service, Inc. Chicago Office Lobby Floor of the PALMER HOUSE Especially in these Volstead days does wisdom dictate the use of a large quantity of some pure soft water which clears the system of all impurities and greatly aids the normal functions of the body — Drink CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Bottled at the Springs near Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin Not medicinal, just the finest and softest spring water in the world. Read what eminent physicians and chemists say of this delight ful and inexpensive water. Telephone Roosevelt 2920 Chippewa Spring Water Company 1318 South Canal Street TUECWICAGOAN 37 BOOK/ Little Caesar' By SUSAN WILBUR IT got off to a slow start. That was last Septem ber. But now, June, they have got the hoardings down, and you can walk past on the sidewalk. A few places on the inside may still need to be finished off, but the flag is up, and it's safe to say that we have some thing. Diversey, last September, only touched upon gangland — a youngster comes to town, and meets a gunman quite accidentally, much more acci dentally in fact than he meets other local types such as column conductors. "Love in Chicago," January, gave some background, and quite a lot of psychology, but was chiefly notable as a sort of black mass on the success story. ""Reporter" — may its days of withdrawal from circulation come speedily to an end! — showed the sort of job a gangster makes for the news- getter when he shoots another gangster. Then came "Hooch," the novel that scooped the headlines. Seven gang sters were shot down in a garage of a Monday. But Mr. Coe's serial about it had wound up on the preceding Thursday. Note: It is still possible in certain circles and when other sub jects run short to debate whether the assassin got his idea from Mr. Coe, or whether Mr. Coe was in on the plot to begin with. However as nobody has as yet bumped Mr. Coe off, per haps the latter possibility ought soon to be dismissed. IT took "Little Caesar" however, to run up the flag. Guild choice for June. Ninety thousand readers open ing packages that the postman has brought them. People all over the United States turning off their radios to listen to the crackle of guns in Chi cago's Little Italy. As a bunch, these novels about Chi cago gangland have all been rather re markable. Did not the toastmaster at the dinner last week where Meyer Levin impersonated Walt Whitman describe "Reporter" as a happy mix ture of James Joyce and Ben Hecht? WITH all the colorful charm of its beds, bedding and boudoir ac cessories, Hale's has not lost sight of the fact that comfort is the first consideration of any bedroom. So Hale's naturally turns to the Simmons Beautyrest Mattress whose hundreds of tiny coil springs, and layers of felt or hair, give the gentle yet firm support essential to perfect rest. 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Food shops (¦ '"a sell it ... drug stores serve I . ia it. College Inn Food Prod- fessjffljf ucts Co., Chicago ItassBifi Chicken a la King . . . Welsh Rarebit ll^^fcj| Cream of Tomato Soup . . . Chop Suey ItfrW^iffltai Chili Con Carne ItPjajsagjII Lobster a la Newburg ll£Li^Sj| COLLEGE IltflV l^ Tomato Juice Cocktail Fifth Avenue, fifty eighth to fifty ninth streef> directly adjacent to the new fashion and chopping center. Overlooking Central Park with ip lake* and knolls: especially refreshing during] the spring and summer months. | Jame manaqemenl as Hold Plaza. But when it comes to so to speak ex' emplifying the genre, "Little Caesar" of course has the rest of them beaten. In "Little Caesar'" it's all there. The gang funeral. The gang banquet. The cabaret holdup on New Year's Eve. Stray shootings and the why of them. The various hangouts. Vettori's place on Halsted Street. Pete's where they go for coffee. Ma Magdalena, the fence. Tony's mother waiting up for him. The women Blondy and Seal Skin looking after their men. And Mr. Burnett has achieved char' acters that you can really tell apart. Sam Vettori: "in repose he had an air of lethargic good nature, due entirely to his bulk." Blondy Belle, the swell' est woman in Little Italy: "her hair, naturally black, was blondined, and this gave her an incongruous and some' what formidable appearance." And Rico, the hero, a small man, who hav' ing most of the other qualities of Na' poleon, is later on to know his Saint Helena and the agony of being for a time nobody at all. PROBABLY the best working defi nition for a book of short stories would be a book that nobody wants to buy. And there are only a few books of short stories that are excep tions to this definition. "The Bridge of San Luis Rey" was of course one of them. It looks as though Louis Bromfield's "Awake and Rehearse," were going to be another. Nor is it likely that the fact that there are sev eral of them will deter anyone from buying Vina Delmar's "Loose Ladies." Norah Hoult's "Poor Women!" will perhaps be another exception. It is said to resemble the Bridge by reason of having a theme. Actually however it resembles "Loose Ladies" a good deal more, except that these are English loose ladies and not American ones. With this difference, however, that Miss Hoult doesn't bother to make stories about them or to have anything particularly unusual happen to them. Maybe she just takes one of them out of bed in the morning and puts her back in it again at night. That is what she does for Violet Ryder in the longest story of the lot, telling how she put on her new jumper, and with what misgivings, how she went to the office, and how Miss Carey took her out in the evening and got a pair of strange men to pay for their drinks. Others have to do with an old maid TUECUICAGOAN who went walking in a pink scarf after church. With a woman who left her husband because he wouldn't learn to dance — and then couldn't get him back. With an Irish cook in an English house, — a fourteen hour day of her troubles, her respites, her wor ries, and her ultimate good resolutions. To say that any one of these stories, each of which is equivalent to living a day out of somebody else's life and finding it after all incredibly worse than one's own, to say that any one of them ought to make a contented woman out of any one of us would be putting it mildly. //QCHOOLGIRL" by Carman O Barnes purports to be the work of a sixteen-year-old. And it probably is. Naomi, the heroine, is more or less a sixteen-year-old's wish fulfill ment. Red hair, lots of nice clothes, all the boys crazy about her, and a new roadster and a new fur coat prom ised. It also purports to be a revela tion of actual present day conditions in such fashionable boarding schools as have come within the author's pur view. This is probably true, too. You can tell it by the modernized way of handling the election to secret socie ties. Also, any reader of say "Jeremy at Crale," will recognize the feast af ter lights out as undoubtedly authen tic. But the specific revelations as to crushes and books and talk and as to girls making a getaway with boys from a nearby college, will perhaps be less startling than the philosophy. Naomi will never have any complexes when she grows up. She gets all the temp tations out of her system as she goes along — by yielding to them. And ends by deciding that she is still a rather nice girl after all, and that maybe she'd better stay as nice as she still is — at least until she gets married. TUE CHICAGOAN 39 Book Briefs Progressive Relaxation, by Edmund Jacobson, M. D. (The University of Chicago Press.) $5. In the state usual ly known as relaxation — as when a teacher of singing or piano tells a pupil to relax — there is always some tension. But when a subject is trained to attain a state approaching complete relaxation all sorts of interesting things happen. Re laxation of the voluntary neuromuscular system is accompanied by relaxation of the involuntary muscular system, so that certain diseases due to spastic conditions, such as hysterical sore throat and spastic colitis can be cured. This method of trained and directed relaxation is not only of use therapeutically but is being used as an instrument of research in psychology. A Chicago discovery. The Mansions of Philosophy, by Will Durant. (Simon & Schuster). $5. This sequel to "The Story of Philosophy" is supposed to give the author's own point of view. Except that he hasn't any one point of view. Apparently he himself has read all the philosophers without di gesting them. However, in saying this, we are getting into the wrong line of metaphors. You do not digest mansions — so let us say that his are badly laid out. On the other hand, while most philosophic mansions are laid out in the cerebral region, Mr. Durant has built fur ther afield — he suggests that the philoso phy of pessimism can be overcome by improving the digestion. All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque. Translated from the German by W. A. Wheen. (Little, Brown » Co.) $2.50. This extraordi nary book may do more to bring about the state of mind which makes for peace than all the Kellogg pacts. Written by a former German private soldier who went through the whole war it has sold enormously in Germany, — 500,000 copies within twelve weeks of publication — al most as well in Great Britain, and is be ing energetically advertised and sold in France. It is a simple and objective nar rative, without any heroics and equally without any whining, of the life of a group of soldiers at the front. And yet it shows inescapably how these youngsters of eighteen years, fresh from their schools, have to be driven, insulted, ground down, by their own superiors, to turn them into machines, for only a human machine can fight efficiently. And as the story pro ceeds, we find them growing less and less human until they are not any longer able to visualize the life that they would lead if they were to survive the ending of the war. However, they never become complete machines, and when they save the life of a comrade or appreciate the humanity in an enemy it is because the spirit of youth in them is not dead. The book, however, is not one of unrelieved tragedy. There is in it not only the life of the trenches but of the rough, humor ous comradeship in food foraging, in days of leave, and in mischief, that is one of the alleviations of war. . . . J\ niche in the en chanting Palm Court of The Roosevelt, where bright so ciety gathers of afternoons for badinage and tea. 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For busy parents and Questioning boys and (Iris reliable Information about the kind of school desired. Why select hurriedly when expert advice earn be had by writing to THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS School and College Bureau Dtpt. P. 15 N. Wells Street Chloago. Illinois All the Brave Rifles, by Clark Venable. (Reilly 6? Lee.) $2. We all "remember the Alamo" but we probably do so only in terms of school history. Mr. Venable, a Chicago author, whose first book dealt with the Great War in which he took part, has here made David Crockett, Sam Hous- ton, and their fellows live again. But before he brings us to the scene of Texas in revolt against Mexico he has told us the life of his hero who had tried to emigrate from Tennessee to Texas and wound up in Washington instead, and we are shown a vivid picture of life in the national capital under Old Hickory's ad' ministration. Of course there is a love story — but when it comes to history Mr. Venable takes no liberties with the facts. Sleeveless Errand, by Norah C. James. (William Morrow fif Co.) $2.50. This, the most thoroughly suppressed of recent English books, is a disillusioned study of the generation whose lives were thrown out of their orbits by the war and its aftermath. The heroine, bored by the utter futility of her own life, tells the man who, like herself, has determined upon suicide (because he had caught his wife in infidelity) that her own determi' nation is not from pique or sorrow at the loss of her love, nor is it because she is trying to remove from the scene one of a generation that she thinks is a curse upon England's future. Boredom is her real motive. A study, something like that of Aldous Huxley's "Point Counter Point" except that Miss James's heroine is a waster only on the surface and underneath is noble — as her treat' ment of her fellow would-be suicide em phatically shows. The suppression of the book in England was undoubtedly due to the devastating nature of its accusations against the war and after'war genera' tions. To indict a nation may not be impossible but it is unpopular. As Far as Jane's Grandmother's, by Edith Olivier. (The Viking Press.) Someone who knows all about plays was talking to me about Sian O'Casey's, "The Silver Tassie" and saying that a play can never be a stage success that at' tempts to change sympathies in the mid' die of the stream. There was even an example from Shakespeare. In a novel you can do it of course and Edith Olivier does do it most successfully in "As Far as Jane's Grandmother's." That is, successfully from an artistic point of view. But personally how one does hate to see that perfectly sweet, prim little girl, who insisted to Julian that they must elope instead of getting married properly, first failing to show up, then trying one thing after another, and finally turning into her grandmother,- — • into the sort of person who makes re marks about one piece bathing suits. No Love, by David Garnett. (Alfred A. Knopf.) A very thin slice of life looked at under a microscope. Being the story of Tinder Island in Chichester Harbor: How the Lydiates bought it and cultivat ed fruit trees on it and lived happily un til the shipwreck, so to speak, of the Admiral upon their shores, how the two boys Simon and Benedict grew up to gether, and then went their ways, how the war came and went, how- Simon's wife did not love Simon but Benedict. and how finally the Island came to be sold. A novel that is effective for its texture of background, event, and per sons, and modern for its quality of un- emphasis, of letting life slide by as it does slide by, and boys change as they do change. Loose Ladies, by Vina Dclmar. (Harcourt Brace and Co.) Eleven Bad Girls, with out the trouble of reading a whole novel about any one of them. Scene: Ford' ham. Dialogue: Ready made snappy comebacks. Ideas: minus. But hearts of gold. The one absolutely cer tain guarantee of the best theatre seats on the best theatrical aisles is the or der of those seats through Couthoui for tickets Branches at all the lead ing hotels and clubs. Chicago Wins the Intercircuit and Twelve- Goal Polo Tournaments, which will be played in August. This is the first time these two na tional championships will be played this far west — an elo quent testimonial to the na tionwide recognition of Chi cago as a polo center. Chicago's greatest polo sea son is now getting underway and you cannot afford to miss reading about it in POLO The Magazine of the Game Quigley Publishing Company 407 S. Dearborn St. POLO is obtainable by subscription only: $5 for one year, $8 for two years, $10 for three years. L>/V, / Oak Street Beach, we grant, is apt to be a bit difficult socially. The very estimable people who regard it as the height of the season are disconcertingly naive. The rather more estimable persons who refuse to countenance its antics even as a lively spectacle are perhaps too rigorously aloof. A certain urbane and Townwise viewpoint which permits an inspection of that howling crescent with something like a genuinely civilized detachment is, frankly, the kind of viewpoint in which THE CHICAGOAN is interested. And interested because it is the exact viewpoint of those most estimable persons who are subscribers to THE CHICAGOAN. The subscription price is three dollars the year Five dollars for two years The address is four-o-seven south dearborn 46 Reach, for a - instead of a sweet" "That wonderful toasted flavor' George Gershwin Noted Composer *6 It's toasted No Throat Irritation-No Co ugh . © 1929, The American Tobacco Co., Manufacturers