BLACKHAWK at $2395 delivers a high percent age of Stutz performance- with-safety features, at prices recently reduced. Blackhawk prices range from $2395 to $2735 (f.o.b. factory). Stutz, at the factory, is priced $3395 to $10,800 Jxuetu STUTZ n every sphere of life there is a small minority which leads the crowd. Among feminine style centers, there is only one Paris. And in Paris, only a small but mighty group of names, such as Patou, Lelong, Chanel, Lanvin, Worth. There is, in the world of men's fash ions, only one London — one Bond Street. In all the allied armies, there was only one immortal Foch — among fliers, there is still but one Lind bergh. . . . And among motor cars of 1929, there is only one Stutz. It is the only American car which sends nearly 25 percentof its total production to foreign markets! It is the one car which outsells all others in that exclusive social col ony, Tuxedo Park. In that criterion market, New York, it is the only high class car which has recorded, in 1929, a sales in crease of one hundred and seventy- two per cent over sales for last year. It is the car of leaders, who by their discernment are always ahead of the crowd. This leadership of Stutz among dis tinguished owners may be traced to their keen recognition that Stutz is intrinsically a finer automobile. So definitely fine that this is the amazing fact: It takes TEN other cars to deliver ten salient features of the Stutz, and even then this remarkable car has many major fea tures all its own. Safety glass all around, transmis sion with four forward speeds, overhead cam, worm drive — these are a few of the features combined only in the Stutz and Blackhawk, to produce outstanding perform- ance-with-safety. Beyond this impressive list, Stutz can offer you SAFETY engineered into the car, by the lowest center of weight,- SAFETY embodied in the Noback, which automatically prevents backward rolling on any incline; SAFETY enhanced by "feathertouch" brakes — the most powerful deceleration on any American car; SAFETY from side collision, due to side-bumper steel running boards integral with the frame! When you buy a Stutz or Black hawk, you ride a rising tide. Yet you own a car so exclusive that on the crowded highways of today, it commands the admiring tribute of others whose lips form the excla mation, "There goes a Stutz !" and BLACKHAWK CARS STUTZ CHICAGO FACTORY BRANCH, Inc. 2500 So. MICHIGAN AVE. CHICAGO, ILL. NO OTHER CAR MAKER COULD TRUTHFULLY SIGN THIS ADVERTISEMENT TUECMICAGOAN 1 (•(• 7t/TE? OH! I'm the guy who started the bunion mara- J. TA. thon. And believe me it was no cinch hoofing it over the Gobi desert. Now, if I had been able to refer to The Journal for maps, road conditions and mileage logs, it would have been easy sailing. Yes sir, you folks have it easy — if you want to make any trips or tours all you have to do is write The JoLirnal Motor Department and it's all planned out for you. Pretty soft, I'd say!" Shade of Marco Polo CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL THE CHICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy PLEASURE BOUND— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A lavish and decorous review admirably adapted to hot weather and altogether hilarious and handsome. It offers Phil Baker, Jack Peral, Eileen Stanley, Shaw and Lee. It should run 'til the football sea' son. A more detailed review on page 22 of this issue. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. A CONNECTICUT YANKEE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A satiric fillip at the Knights of Arthur's Court, the Yankee does well indeed. Tuneful, merry, knowing and amusing, it should go on into the dog days. Cur tain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama THE NUT FARM— Cort, 132 North Dear- born. Central 0019. Wallace Ford car- ries off laughs and laurels ably assisted in his antics by Pat O'Brien and Helen Lowell. The best comedy currently be fore the Town. And worth anyone's evening in a cool theatre. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DRACULA— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. This one guarantees a cascade of icy terror down any playgo- er's spine. The scariest of the Boogey Drama. If you like being scared. Cur- tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. AFTER DARK— Woods, 54 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A mellow melo drama in the revived tradition of Ho- boken. The audience groans, boohs and hisses as villain and hero clash onstage. It's a bit self-conscious, but a lot of fun Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Vaudeville THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977. Headliners on the Keith- Albee circuit, and many of them head- liners indeed. Twice daily 2:15 and 8:15. Telephone for weekly programs. STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. Orpheum circuit vaudeville comparable to the Palace program. Call the box office for timely information. Burlesque RIALTO — 336 South State. A late and raucous burlesque parlor with entertain ment continuous and surprising. It's a novel antidote for hot weather provided spectators are somewhat hardy. STATE-COHGRESS—^l South State. A midnight show, and shows all evening before midnight for that matter, in the unrefined traditions of a lively packing town where gents could grow whiskers if they were so minded. STAR AND GARTER— Madison at Hal- sted. This midnight performance is talked about in remote mining and cat- "THE CHIC AGO AN" PRESENTS The Fourth, by Constantin Alalajov Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 With Dinner and Dancing 4 Editorially 7 The Rajah of Spearmint, by Warren Brown 9 The Enquiring Reporter (For The Chicagoan) li Writing Men to Dinner, by Rich ard Atwater 13 Dr. Joseph DeLee — Chicagoan, by Lucia Lewis 15 Rectitude, by Shus 16 Town Talk 17 Hero, by H. O. Hoffman 18-19 Salesman, by John Reynolds 21 The Stage, by Charles Collins 22 The Stage Illustrated, by Nat Kar- son 22 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 24 Music, by Janet Pollak 28 Travel, by Lucia Lewis 30 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 32 Books, by Susan Wilbur 34 tie towns, Alaska, Montana, Nevada and Old Mexico as the very ultimate in thea tre. The Star and Garter is more widely — and favorably — known among foot loose men than any 30 theatre guilds. An experience. CINEMA UNITED 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 Kats 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. ORIEHTAL — 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. FLIGHTS* CLEVELAND— Lv. 4:00 p. m. central time. Ar. 7:45 p. m. eastern time. Twelve-passenger tri-motored planes. DETROIT— Two planes daily. Lv. 7:30 a. m. Ar. 11:00 a. m. Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:30 p. m. (Arrivals, eastern stand ard time.) Twelve-passenger tri-motored planes. No Sunday service. ST. PAUL— Two planes daily. Lv. 6:10 a. m. Ar. 10:40 a. m. Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:45 p. m. Fourteen-passenger tri- motored planes. MINNEAPOLIS— Two planes daily. Lv. 6:10 a. m. Ar. 10:50 a. m. Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:55 p. m. Fourteen-passen ger 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. 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] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publishing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chi cago, 111., New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 5617 Hollywood Blvd. Pacific Coast Advertising Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco.) Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. VII. No. 8— July 6, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUE CHICAGOAN 3 i Tlie Brakes that Stop AeVType8~ j m'CIDILLAC Duplex 4- Wheel Type These new Duplex Four -Wheel brakes on Cadillacs and LaSalles stop these powerful cars promptly, smoothly, safely. No guess work. No fear. You can be sure — and you are sure — of these brakes that Cadillac engineers have developed to control the unlimited power of the Cadillac-built, 90-degree, V-type, 8 -cylinder engine. A quicker, surer emergency stop can be made with an even lighter touch on the pedal than ever before. Drive a Cadillac or La Salle and you will feel the difference. I I 2 to 9 Mechanical Superiorities 10 — Nation-wide SERVICE 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Smartness and style, inside and out. Silent Shift Transmission permits gear changes at any speed without clashing. Security-Plate Glass in all windows means safety. Duplex Four-Wheel Brakes — a touch of the pedal stops your car. An even more powerful and smoother run ning Cadillac - built, 90 - degree, V-type 8. Wonderfully easy steering. Adjustable front seat places brake and clutch pedals within easy reach of any driver. Pneumatic control principle applied to Fisher bodies assures quietness. Chromium plated exterior nickel parts pro vide permanent sheen. Nation-wide service — Cadillac Service. On the foundation stone of Cadillac Nation-wide Service are placed the fundamental and exclusive mechanical advantages of 1929 Cadillacs and LaSalles. And these are surmounted by a distinct beauty of line and color that completes the Cadillac program for the permanent satisfaction of Cadillac and LaSalle owners. CADILLAC MOTOR CAR COMPANY Division of General Motors Corporation CHICAGO BRANCHES 2301 South Michigan Avenue 1810 Ridge Avenue, Evanslon 4114 Irving Park Boulevard 108 N. First St., Highland Park 818-826 Madison St., Oak Park 5020 Harper Ave. 5201 Broadway 119 S. KedzieAve. 2015 East 71st St. I The New TheNew La SALLE The New FLEETWOOD TI4E CHICAGOAN TABLES Downtown BLACKSTOKE HOTEL— 6^6 South Mich igan. Harrison 4300. A standard in service, cuisine, civilisation, the Black' stone is one of the very high points in Chicago hospitality. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 7 30 South Michi gan. Wabash 4400. The world's larg est — and one of the world's notable — hotels. Ralph Foote's band in the main dining room for dancing from 6:30-9:30. Concert music in the Colchester Grill and Oak Room for diners only. Stalder is headwaiter. COHGRESS 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 Fos- dick'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. Muller 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 is with the original cast at Sky Harbor, Dundee Road, five miles out of Glencoe. Mem bership cards are a new idea and priced at $10. Write Kinsky or Khmara, Sky Harbor 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 ™f?ri^al- 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. 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. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A most adequate and smoothly administered hostelry for the mid-north side. Notable cuisine. THE GREEH 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 plus the summer inducement of dining out of doors. 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. RICKETTS— 2727 North Clark. An all night restaurant well patronized in a late and merry district. SALLY'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. The same, but so late it's almost a breakfast PEARSON HOTEL— 190 East Pearson. Superior 8200. A quiet, respectable, competent dining room. Nice people and a refreshingly correct atmosphere. FRASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. An Italian retreat for the wiser trench' erman. Pleasant, immaculate, adept. 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. /IM IRELAND'S OYSTER 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'AIGLOH — 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. Mons. Teddy Majerus here sees to a French and Creole establishment long notable for its trenchermen. Private dining rooms of all sizes. A so-so band. Open late. /ULIENS— 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 die 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. South SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Souths'hore 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 after a Louisiane meal. Open late. Merry. Mons. Max is headwaiter. Mons. Gaston Alciatore is high priest. WUN 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, easygoing and hospitable. 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. MARSEL'S— 1408 South Wabash. Italian food voluptuously prepared, and very reasonably assessed in a snug harbor rap idly becoming famous for the great and near-great who dine there. Upstairs. After 7 o'clock. Remember, it's 1-4-0-8. TI4CCNICAG0AN LAST THREE DAYS (June 27-28-29) OF THE BRILLIANT MEET AT Seven Events Daily Start at 2:15 Francis S. Peabody Memorial Saturday, June 29 Mr. Stuyvesant Peabody will pre* sent a trophy to the owner of the winner. V. THE officers and directors of the Washington Park Jockey Club, Inc., are pleased indeed at the enthusiastic pub lic approval which greeted their reestablishment of racing as a sport for gentlemen and gentle women of Chicago* r Washington Park Jockey Clefo* Inc. Homewood, 111. M. J. WINN STUYVESANT PEABODY President Vice-President HOME OF THE AMERICAN DERBY C. W. HAY General Manager THE CHICAGOAN a ion of vyolock erbauer presents A Smart Ori gina And so very original! A lovely Summer Sandal ex quisitely designed for the graceful foot . . . created for the more formal occasions of the season, and especially for the fluttery chiffons so much in vogue . . . and it can be tinted in any tone. WHITE SATIN WHITE CREPE BLACK SATIN PATENT LEATHER The Salon is Ever Cool . . . Always 70° mjchicjan avenue ati mad is on st. chicaqoB _ — . - !=i__JBI C14ICAG0AN ENTER upon the civic scene, Robert Maynard Hutchins, new ly elected president of the Uni versity of Chicago, with everyone exclaiming over the marvel of his youth. If he should be somewhat self-con scious, if he should fumble a line or miss a cue now and then, he may be easily forgiven, for there hasn't been so much comment upon a contrast between slenderness of years and breadth of achievement since Napoleon Bona parte, at the age of thirty, became First Consul. But there will be no need for tolerance until he ripens into his role. He is a university president by heredity, al ready a veteran of administrative duties. In public speak ing he is as practiced as a parliamentarian; in social con tacts he has the ease and aplomb of any first attache to an embassy. He can be as grave as a philosopher in dealing with problems of educational weight, and as humorous as an undergraduate in matters that demand only a smile. Mr. Hutchins' first appearances, before the faculty, alumni and students, have delighted the university. He stands as a symbol of a renaissance that was in progress at the Midway before his election — a quickening of the spirit and an expansion of the life of the undergraduate colleges, which have been overshadowed by the school's formidable reputation for graduate research. The oldest peerers into test-tubes and gropers over palimpsests have welcomed him as a leader for scholarly crusades across the frontiers of knowledge. One of them, who had never dreamed that a man of thirty could win his vote as president, expressed his approval in the argot of youth : "He has what the flappers call It." He is, in fact, the Prince Charming of Prexies. He has wit; his epigrams are already being quoted. He is as good-looking as Commander Byrd or Gene Tunney. He has a mind bred to his task, and six feet of sinewy, athletic frame with which to endure the taxing physical burdens of his office. There are only two points upon which Chicago need worry about President Hutchins. One is that he may be rushed to nervous exhaustion by the eager hostesses of this lion-hunting town. The other, that Mr. Stagg, desperate for sturdy football material, may recruit him as a half-back or end. THE professor at Massachusetts Institute of Technology who advised the graduates to become snobs started a hue-and-cry in the press that hasn't been heard since Oscar Lovell Triggs was a news-value. All the professional democrats immediately took the old musket down from the antlers and went gunning for this corrupter of national ideals. Professor Rogers is unique in his kind. He announced Editorially that he had been quoted correctly and praised the skill of the reporter. His sportsmanship suggests that kindly in terpretation of his remarks, according to the time and place of their utterance, is in order. He was talking campus dialect to the boys at a class dinner. He was addressing the mechanical engineer who spent much of his student life in overalls; the chemical engineer with his hands stained from acids; the electrical engineer who had been nursing oily dynamos; and all the other engineers who work twice as hard as Bachelors of Arts but never get a chance to lead a prom. He was preaching a gospel of professional pride. These smudged engineering students are the men who have created the swift and shining civilization in which we live. They are the dreamers and builders; the tamers of lightning, the magicians of the atom, the gallant riders of the machine. They are the modern intellectuals. Why then, asked Professor Rogers in effect, should they meekly accept the high hat from the legal sprigs, the fledgling medics, and the apprentice bond-salesmen who often, in their university clubs, omit schools of applied science from social consideration? Don't shoot, boys! He smiled when he said it. ? IIFE in the Loop has been given a fresh ripple of adven- — ture by the anti-jaywalking police order. We had to come to it, of course. Other cities, towns and villages make the jaywalker feel the hand of John Law, so why not Chicago? But to call the Loop pedestrian who habitually crossed against the lights a jaywalker is merely to use a catch-word. Through long practice he had become as subtle as an In dian on the war-path, as alert as a panther in the jungle, as evasive as a hunted fox. He had adapted himself to his environment; he knew his stuff. He held his own brilliant ly against the sharp corner-turner, the sinister taxi driver and the remorseless newspaper delivery truck. Under the new order he may relax his vigilance. When the lights turn green and the policeman beckons, he may step out carelessly under the impression that a pedestrian need not protect himself at all times, and thus become the victim of the first juggernaut that swoops around a turn. Like almost every reform, the anti-jaywalking order con tains ominous possibilities. While this noble experiment is in progress, let us be patient with the traffic cops, who have to run the bases four times faster than before. To guide their flocks competently they should be armed with shepherds' crooks. And let us continue to wonder why traffic lights adjoining the ele vated structure are cunningly arranged so as to be invisible to pedestrians. 8 TWECWICAGOAN It 5 smarter to snot) at SAKSJIFTH AVENUE FASHIONS North Alichigan Avenue at C-nestnut Otreet TWE CHICAGOAN 9 The Rajah of Spearmint Some Engaging Statistics on the Relatively High Cost of Home Runs THE sum of $200,000, and a Pull man car-load of ball players, is popularly supposed to have been in volved in the transfer of Rogers Hornsby from Braves' to Wrigley Field. Wrong. The road from Boston to Chicago was paved with chewing gum. My radio log book fixes Boston 838 miles from Chicago, as the Two Black Crows fly. Wrong again. It's 1,000 miles, Spearminted miles, that make up the trail Hornsby followed from Braves' to Wrigley Field. Since it wasn't my money that was used in the deal, I shall fix on the sum of $211,200 as the price of Hornsby on the hoof. I happen to know that Joe McCarthy would have staked Will Wrigley to the odd $200 anytime, to get rid of one of the athletes involved in the deal. Two hundred and eleven thousand, two hundred dollars. Twenty packs,, one hundred sticks of chewing gum for the dollar, latest re tail market quotations. Twenty-one million, one hundred and twenty thou sand (21,120,000) sticks of gum. SINCE it was all unchewed gum, ap proximately three inches to the stick, a simple process of mathematics gives us 63,360,000 inches of gum as the exact length of the trail that Hornsby hoofed from Boston to Chi cago. More mathematics develop that 63, 360,000 inches are really 5,280,000 feet of gum, and chewing over this problem a while longer, 5,280,000 feet are ac tually 1,000 miles, and there is no rea son whatever for trying to conceal this fact from the public, any longer. Q. E. D. What sort of a person is this man who traversed 1,000 miles of chewing gum? Well, you'll never find him taking the blindfold test for cigarettes. He doesn't smoke the darn things, and can not understand why anyone else does. HE owns the sharpest eyes in base ball. Even the oldest inhabitants cannot remember when he offered at a By WARREN BROWN bad ball, i. e., one which wasn't over a part of the plate, between shoulder and knee, as the Hornsby profile is thrust towards the opposing pitcher. "He umpires his own game, when he's at the plate," any enemy hurler will tell you, which is another way of saying that, if Hornsby doesn't swing at it, it's a "ball." And most umpires rule that way. For the sake of comparison, or con trast, I shall cite the case of "Hack" Wilson, a hitter of parts, himself. If you go to ball games, you must have noticed Wilson throwing himself to the ground, as opposing pitchers frequently let one go, to drive him away from the plate. (If you don't go to ball games, you'll not have read thus far in this masterpiece, and consequently it will not be necessary to explain that the process is known as "dusting 'em off.") No one ever recalls seeing Hornsby in the dirt, after a frantic effort to escape one of these "dust 'em off" in cidents. He moves enough to evade "Now where'n'ell d'ya think you're going V 10 TWE CHICAGOAN the ball, and no more. He is never off balance. As the leading exponent of the manly art of hitting, in his league, Hornsby 's ideas on that wholesome sub ject are interesting. 1 REMEMBER when one of his pres ent team-mates mentioned a certain pitcher as having a deceptive move as he released the ball towards the plate. "Maybe he has," agreed Hornsby, "but you don't hit his move. You hit the ball." Off the field, Hornsby will sit up all night if he can find anyone with whom he can discuss baseball. He is unques tionably the greatest student of the game now engaged in playing it. I doubt if his knowledge is inferior to that of anyone now indulging in the precarious trade of managing clubs, either. Hornsby is no mixer. He will talk about, and argue over baseball, in com pany, but in all other activities, off the field, he is what the diamond denizens call a "loner." There is no one in baseball quite as outspoken as Hornsby. "When people ask your opinion, they expect you to give them the straight stuff, and not yes them," is his philoso phy. He has been true to his stand ards, though it. has been alleged that this trait of sometimes brutal frankness has brought about some of the jams in which he has found himself, every now and then. He cannot understand why the younger ball players do not take the absorbing interest in the game that he himself does. U\A /HEN I broke in, I'd have V V given what little salary they paid me, to be allowed to sit around and talk with the veterans," he says. "That's the way you learn baseball. Kids nowadays don't realise what a soft time they have of it. "Look at those youngsters getting batting practice with the regulars. When I broke in, the only way I could get any batting practice was to go out to the park in the mornings. In the afternoon all I did was 'shag' for the regulars." Hornsby is a man of pronounced likes and dislikes. He is given to "pop ping off," but I doubt if he has ever said anything about anyone privately that he would not say publicly. He no longer reacts to publicity, favorably or otherwise. "I'm getting about all the money I'll ever get out of baseball," he says. "So boosting isn't going to help me much. Some fellows have written about all the bad things they could about me. So they can't do me much more harm. Let the rest of the boys have the pub licity, and get me the basehits." Another baseball luminary, Babe Ruth, has a limelight complex. The Babe goes in for personal appearances, and all that sort of thing, and thrives on it. It is much easier to get rid of Hornsby, bat in hand, than it is to get him out on any "promotion" stunt. And I have in mind a Hornsby life time batting average of perhaps 375 when I say this. The secret of hitting? Well, I asked Hornsby that, one eve ning in Los Angeles, this spring. "Come on, and I'll show you," . he invited. I ACCOMPANIED him a few 1 blocks from the hotel, and up a side street. In an otherwise vacant lot was parked what appeared to be a dining car, a. w. o. 1. from the railroad yards. "You can get the best steaks in town, right here," said Hornsby. "But what's that got to do with hit ting?" I asked. "You got to eat them steaks every night, to get the power," he said. "No steaks, no basehits." It is a matter of record that before the Cubs left Los Angeles, more than three fourths of the squad were visiting that dining car, to get a load of "them steaks." So, you see, it isn't chewing gum that makes our Hornsby great, after all. The New Yorkers Map of the United States THE CHICAGOAN n The Enquiring Reporter Every Day He Asks Five Persons, Picked at Random, a Question The Chicagoan will pay almost anything for each question accepted for the Enquiring Reporter to ask. For today's question Francis C. Coughhn, 1400 Lake Shore Drive, was awarded this amount plus mileage. The Question What do you thin\ of Pro — 1 The Answers Ulysses Simpson Grant, Lincoln Park, ex-general, ex-president — Well, personally I was a soldier and not a statesman. I know it. People seemed surprised to find it out, for some rea son — but that's how it was. We fought the war partially to save the Union and partially to lift up the negro. It was a badly wrecked Union when we got through saving it. And I don't know just how much the negro was lifted up, either. Anyway, a lot of us in the North thought we were right and a lot of them in the South thought they were right. And after four years of warfare as nearly as I can tell we were both as sure of our selves as ever. I beat Lee and Jackson; I don't think for a minute I converted them. Well, at Appomattox my idea was for the boys to take their horses and guns, call it off, quit the business and go home. But I'm no statesman, never was. Maybe that answers your question. A. Lincoln, Springfield, Illinois, ex- president — It reminds me of a story the boys used to tell down around Sanga mon County, Illinois. Used to be a Deacon down there was the all-firedest arguer ever heard of. He reckoned he'd settle all the Indian troubles ever had in Illinois. Now most the Indians were all right and most the whites were all right. Generally speaking they settled their own difficulties as best they could. And, generally speaking, things were peaceable. But the Deacon got an idea. He decided he'd go out and persuade the Indians out of most of their customs and a good many of their rights. He camped near them and made speeches; they didn't bother him, not being on the war path. He didn't bother them, I figure because they thought he had a right to yell as much as he liked and there was lots of prairie to yell in. So the Deacon used to make speeches and persuade and the redskins used to set around and listen and kind of agree. He was a mighty logical cuss, the Dea con was. In the end he persuaded the Indians out of most their customs and rights and liberties and they hadn't said much to the contrary. To tell the truth they hadn't paid much attention. One day the Deacon passes a Law for himself and up and orders every Indian to obey it. "Ugh," says a big Indian buck, "what Law?" "My Law," says the Deacon getting mad, "I've persuaded you my Law is the all-firedest Law ever passed. I'm running the country hereafter. Besides, it's your duty to see the law's enforced no matter what." "Ugh," says the Indian, "your law, my duty." "Exactly, you dirty savage," howls the Deacon. "Ugh," says the Indian kind of slow and thoughtful. And that's how the Deacon come to lose his scalp. Mighty disrespectful fellows, them Indians. * John A. Logan, Grant Park, ex- general — Look at this park full of bum mers, will you? It's enough to drive a man to apoplexy. If I had my old regi ment here, the Thirty-first Illinois, I'd have every one of 'em on fatigue duty in 10 minutes. People used to say Pro hibition would put these fellows to work. Bah, see for yourself. I tell you a bummer's a bummer, dead drunk, just happy, or sober. Why on the march through Georgia we used to round 'em up with cavalry and even that didn't do any good. In fact, it ruined a lot of cavalry, kept good troops out of ac tion. It's no use — no use. Cristobal "Columbus" Colon, Genoa, Italy and Barcelona, Spain, sailing captain — You will pardon me; I have very little English. In my day we had a hard time living and making money and making merry — we had 12 a hard time eating, too, a good many of us. We were all poor So I had the idea I could sail west and come to China. Of course, people said it couldn't be done, that it was scandal ous, impertinent, un-Spanish, head strong and disloyal. There was talk about it. Nobody ought to be allowed, they said, to sail his own ship in his own way. Every ship's master ought to sail like every other ship's master. We sailed west anyhow. They were partially right at that. We never did get to China. Black Partridge, 1 8th street, Indian- chief — You see this massacre! I can't help it. The blue noses in Fort Dear born promised us whiskey and threw it in the river. No, couldn't stand for an Indian taking a drink — of course thev had plenty of it. Some idiot fired off a gun and the thing started. Grab that old musket, you, and see if you can't save some of the non-combatants. You get a thing like this started and even sane men go crazy. Damned fools! Come on! London Dear Chicagoan: JUDGING by the increased activ ity of tourist agents on this side of the Atlantic that the yearly hegira to the continent has commenced, my readers will perhaps be interested to learn how to spend their time after the itinerary including the Tower, St. Paul's, Buckingham Palace, and so forth has been dutifully followed. This guide is intended primarily for those who decide to see England first, and whose patience will allow them to eschew the tender at Cherbourg and complete the journey to Southampton where the ship docks; for after Paris, Berlin and Vienna, London will seem insufferably dull, due chiefly to the workings of the Defence of the Realm Act, referred to here as Dora. We assume your peregrinations have taken you to St. Clements-the-Dane in the Strand, the Aldwych or Drury Lane, then for lunch the Savoy Grill is indicated. There you will rub shoulders with the prevailing stage and screen celebrities with a good repre sentation from the Diplomatic Corps. ALWAYS resist the first table of- , fered if you arrive after one, and if necessary have a cocktail while you have to wait until a table near the win dow is vacant. From that window the products of Europe's best coach mak ers are seen. If the formal informality of the Grill makes you unenthusiastic then you need not go further than across the orange and blue lounge, the colours of the ancient Savoyards, to the Din- ing-Room which has an incomparable view of the Embankment and the Thames. Jacques, the head waiter, will require a tremendous amount of per suasion to yield a table near the win dow and it is advisable to book well ahead. In this river-view balcony nobility reigns. If you are farther west in the West End and anywhere near Rotten Row in Hyde Park, then the Hyde Park Hotel or Grosvenor House on Park Lane, London's latest combination of service flats and hotel, will be found convenient. Kettners, where if you are lucky you may see the Prince of Wales, is in Soho, and quite easy to reach; and so is Paganfs near to the shopping centre. Business men will take their friend to the Piccadilly Grill which when you first enter makes you wonder if it is TI4ECI-IICAGOAN the largest in the world. Quite near to the Piccadilly Grill is the Regent Palace Hotel, a Lyons establishment disguised, where the lunch modestly priced compares favorably with any, especially if you have not time to change your traveller's cheque or go to the bank for more funds. SUMMER visitors will find the elite of London in the evenings in the resorts on the river. For the Sunday afternoon tea dance the Hotel de Paris at Bray near Maidenhead cannot be beaten. There many will smile greet ings to Abe Lyman and his Califor' nians who furnish the syncopation. The Hungaria Restaurant of the West End will have opened their new place at Maidenhead by the time you arrive. It is another don't-miss place. Depending upon how many letters of introductions to friends here that you may have, you may or may not be able to arrange membership in the Env bassy Club, which is London's smartest Cocktail Club. If you fall in the lat ter class shrug your shoulders and re- pair to the Trocadero Bar where you will be compensated by seeing Toni and his assistants shake cocktails as they have never been shaken before. Ask for a Blue Cocktail, the only place in the world where you can get one and whose secret is closely guarded. For dancing in the evening London's best offering is the Mayfair, which com' bines the smartest hotel in Mayfair with Ambrose, who holds forth night ly. The Kit-Kat is also not to be out done. The Savoy hardly requiring mention, and the Green Park Hotel are among the best. When you have made a round of these and still desire further excitement and so go on to Paris — then I will whisper positive inside information on that much explored City next time. — E. S. K. TWE CHICAGOAN 13 ^^^v 2SJ Writing Men to Dinner Or, Those Little Groups of Serious Thinkers SING, Muse! of what you may call, for lack of a better name, the Nomad clubs of our literary Araby: wherein the sprightly Chicago sheiks, aban doning their studies of the Koran for a night of meditation, take salt together in volatile caravansary for a few thoughtful hours; then fold their nonsense and silently steal away back to the basaars of day. And lo, where their caravan has rested in the sands of time is naught but the ghostly embers of a camp' fire under the silent palm trees, whither these pil grims will no more return. But elsewhere the moon of their delight shall wax and wane again; and the jug shall bear a different label. For Allah passes, but Art endures. [End of Part One, for oboe.] MODULATING abruptly to the marching strains of Pomp and Circumstance, we open one of the most typical pages of our history to read the brief but robust chapter entitled, The Elizabethans. This high fraternity of some dozen or two leaders of civic opinion met once a year, on Twelfth Night of course, to hold high wassail and toast the Tudor frankness of the Virgin Queen. It was formally launched, per haps in 1924, by a dinner at which Harry Hansen, then book editor of the Daily 7<[ews, smilingly read aloud Mark Twain's "1601," mispronouncing three of the less easy adjectives. I believe it was at this inaugural meeting that the poet Lew Sarett brought down the house detective by singing a Co manche love lyric, while he did the accompanying war-dance with literally overwhelming stamps of his moccasins By RICHARD ATWATER on the unprepared pedals of the At lantic Hotel piano. The Elizabethans lasted only three or four sessions, but long enough to disclose unexpected talents in several Tower Town notables. The usually meek Charles Collins, quietest of drama critics, on one of these occasions sud denly bounded from his bashful seat to sing a disconcerting Yorkshire folk song, with an exceedingly agile dance interpretation. Karl Harriman, then editor of The Red Boo\, possessed two epic elocutions, one in Mexican and one in Piccadilly dialect; these he would modestly hesitate to render until prolonged and universal urging; an hour later he would bring them forth, a second time, but now triumphantly, like a Balboa discovering the Pacific all over again. ERUDITE LLEWELLYN JONES and romantic Vincent Starrett be came twin volcanoes of laughter, an Etna and Vesuvius in erupting duel of inexhaustible limericks of hot and lunatic rhymes. Keith Preston would unlock the treasury of his beloved soul and confide such wondrous anecdotes as the time when he was to speak be fore a Rotary luncheon, and the jolly realtors produced a false beard for the funny man to wear; whereupon, whis pered Keith, he told them "he must refuse to don the superfluous disguise, since his jokes would have whiskers enough on them." . . . Bartlett Cormack, on whose eyes of a young owl the vision of The Rac\et had yet to burst, would tell press-agent tales out of school about the chorus girls o'f his company, "who could not be restrained from eating Eskimo pies and then wiping their fingers on their costumes, to the great expense and dis tress of the Messrs. Shubert." . . . There was Bobby Edwards, late of the Greenwich Village Follies, agreeably pulling his ukulele from his hip-pocket after searching in vain for the instru ment in the baffling recesses of his waistcoat; and his glad chant thereon of "the sultan's wives, who had the hives from eating anchovies and chives (there will be trouble when the Old Man from the war arrives!)" Gene Markey, Ben Hecht, Morris Fishbein, Carl Sandburg, J. U. Nicol- son, Frisco with his cigar, Pascal Covici with the stammering trinitrotoluol of his epigrams, and all the others. . . . But my memories, though happy, grow misty, and I can only add that few of the Elizabethans pronounced it alike. One by one, alas, the Tudors disap- 14 THE CHICAGOAN peared; and when Preston was called to an even more mysterious city, those of us who were left tacitly disbanded. THE spirit of the Virgin Queen, however, lived on in Mayor Thompson's town. A few remnants of the Elizabethans occupied, once more, the left wing of a Cliff Dweller's "Har vest Home" table one bright Hallow e'en. There was a banquet! Went- worth Field sat, roses in his hair and Shakespeare on his lips, for an en chanted hour; close by this imperial figure another majesty, "The King of the Black Isles," flushed with the vic tory of his poems of passion over an appreciative Chicago, dodged over and under the groaning board after his ac robatic neighbor, a columnist named Riq, to the polite horror of a noted architect who vented his disapproval of these antics by throwing violent oy ster crackers profusely at the delighted clowns. This must, or should have been, the night when Ashton Stevens and Charles Collins, bravely holding on to the club balcony balustrade, nine stories over Michigan Avenue, are fabled to have tried to see which could hit the Art Institute lions oftener with swiftly hurled apples. . . . FOLLOWED next, a spiral nebula which, after one brief and dazzling congregation, split up overnight into two new comets: the Royal Bingoes, who were poets, and the Royal Bengals, who, one might put it, lived their poetry. An honorary and loyal mem ber of both fraternities, I leaned a trifle toward the apostles of Bengalism. The Royal Bengal Bicycle Club had, of course, little to do with handlebars and sprockets, though its slogan was a hearty "Clang!" sung in concert when ever any member had produced an even slightly successful pun. These Bengals were, perhaps, the most insane of all the Roman candles that ever burned out of their own spontaneous accord. They met, most frequently, in racing taxicabs: prefera bly in a Yellow or Checker between two Bauer cabs, so that one could urge on the Right and Left Bauers to lead their race. . . . Once or twice they found themselves somehow in an In diana dune cottage; and portly Gentle Joe Hagans, the trade journal editor, would insist on going to bed in the baby's crib (luckily the gentler mem bers of the host's family were safely elsewhere), while the thoughtful Fred Lowenthal, mindful of the customs of the Actors' Equity he ordinarily represents in Illinois, gently lullabied the tired one to rest by playing a harp serenade on a convenient chair- back. . . . ONE recalls gladly the spruce figure of S. L. Huntley, later to be the author of a "Mescal Ike" comic strip in the papers, solemnly playing golf on the Dune sands in the moonlight, while that peerless Egyptian column wit, Hotep, urged on his efforts by beating resoundingly the bass drum of a mag ically discovered wash boiler. . . . But again my eyes grow hazy with remi niscent tears. One does not, however, soon forget the unique night when a member's wife asked Vincent Starrett to speak on Birds and Bees before her woman's club, being under the gorgeous misap prehension that she had just been in troduced to Gene Stratton Porter. AND after that, the Ornithophagi : >¦ who met once a year to eat wild duck and keep publisher Covici from leaving town. Kurt M. Stein, poet- author (and indeed inventor) of the Schoenste Lengevitch, and Fafnir his oxy-acetylene cigar torch, and his con fession he once refused a drink: "It was in 1909, when he was sick." (It was K. M. S. who ate three ducks at one sitting, and then called for a new teal.) . . . The Swedish wood carver Halstham- mar, and tactful Terry O'Donnell, sailor-author of "The Lenore," who fervidly assured the company and the artist that "wood carving was nothing, everybody in Sweden did it"; Starrett again, with his movie hero profile and a new carload of toasted limericks; Franklin Meine and his 1861 jokes; Douglas MacMurtrie the Gargantuan type designer, and what we told him about his Procopius type; Francis Coughlin of The Chicagoan, racon teur extraordinary, and I mean extra ordinary; the squickle inventor, Riq's farewell speech to Covici, in Latin, turning the Pascal out with everything from Veni-Friede-Covici to Flagrante Delictu — • JUST now it's the Hi-Cat club, which, already annal'd in The Chicagoan*, needs no further intro duction. Only to complete the record I add that member D. E. ("Gimmick") Hobelman lately, in happy defiance of all rules of Nomadness, brought a lady guest to the round table. "I'm staying at the Sherman," con fided Mary Rose. "Gimmick took me up on the roof to see the pent-house — " "Is there maybe one on top of it, called the repent-house?" asked K. M. S. hopefully. *"The Round Table," by Francis C. Coughlin. TI4ECWICAG0AN 15 CHICAGOAN/ WHEN today's little innocents pipe the ancient tune — Where did I come from, Mother dear? — the answer is apt to be: "Chicago-Lying- in, my child. You got a good break." Every day, as pink and blue bundles emerge from the large red institution so quietly facing Washington Park one feels the impact of that good break. For once upon a time babies had to be born when there was no Joseph DeLee, though a long human memory recalls with difficulty the day in which this wiry gray genius was not a part of the Chicago picture. Whatever it was that induced the young DeLee to wander westward from his Cold Springs, New York, habitat, it was a fortuitous in fluence for the Town. When critics aver that we bump them off with great skill we may justifiably retort that we usher' them in with even greater skill — so well that doctors from every corner of the country send their dangerous cases to DeLee and come themselves to gather wisdom from his methods. DeLEE himself entered the world under a dubious symbol, the thir teenth child in his patriarchal Hebrew family. His interest in embryology and reproduction may date from the mo ment in which his childish mind first grasped the fact that the amazing crowd about him was all one family. He himself cannot remember when he was not studying ants, animals, and humans with the determination to do something about the science of obstetrics. So he studied medicine. And even tually found himself clutching a diploma which signified knowledge in every branch but obstetrics. The cur riculum, even as many medical cur ricula of today, concerned itself greatly with the healing and patching of the world's miseries but little enough with the advent of new life. From the heights of the college auditorium he peered through opera glasses at his one and only maternity case, and right then and there began his career of everlasting dissatisfaction. In Chicago hospitals and charity work he gained experience and knowl edge. But Chicago medical circles found "that young Jewish doctor" something of a nuisance. He wasn't satisfied with his own training, he ques- Joseph DeLee, M.D. By LUCIA LEWIS V Dr. Joseph DeLee tioned the training of other doctors who accepted obstetrical cases as bore- some interruptions of thrilling surgical and laboratory work. He demanded special training for nurses. He pro tested vociferously when shining new operating rooms and equipment were provided for surgery departments while the antiquated quarters and imple ments were turned over to the cause of maternity. He didn't know enough to keep quiet about deadly infections that now and then swept through ma ternity wards from other sections of the hospital. He talked isolation, fought for isolation, and finally he got isolation. ON a memorable day in 1895 he started a lone battle for a hospi tal designed purely for obstetrics, re moved from dangerous contact with disease, and staffed by obstetrical spe cialists, doctors and nurses. Since en thusiasm for lone lost causes is a weak ness of Jane Addams it wasn't long before that lady joined DeLee in hunt ing for a suitable site for Chicago's first Lying-in Hospital. They chose, logical ly enough, a four room tenement on Maxwell Street in the heart of the city's most prolific district. The neigh borhood teemed with babies as it teemed with cockroaches. Before he started saving human lives Doctor De Lee found it necessary to put an end to insect life. A former hospital col league, dropping in to survey the new venture, found the young medico hop ping about, white trousers rolled up sailor fashion, dispensing bug powder. The slaughter over, he painted the place, spent his remaining few cents on necessary equipment and threw open the doors to the city's poor. The next eight years were hard but rich in experience. When he wasn't receiving cases in the dispensary he was running out, day after day and night after night, to perform the hun dreds of "home deliveries" in the tene ments that surrounded him. And in his spare time he begged. That shin ing, keen face was a familiar one in the line-up of Little Sisters of the Poor, Salvation Army uniforms, and bond salesmen that haunted every rich man's waiting room. By 1903 he scraped together enough to rent an old brownstone house on Ashland Boule vard, and when he moved in he had sixty-three cents left to his name, but the rent was paid for a month. He needed instruments, so he sat down and fashioned them himself. He needed furniture, so he wrote letters to manu facturers, who responded with a table here, a chair there, five gallons of paint from one, two gallons from another — • and thus the triumphant new hospital was pieced together. SOME of the pieces of this period were fondly carried to the present building in 1915 — explaining perhaps the heterogeneous decoration of the "husband's room" where males pace' the floor till the nurse appears with the cheerful "Twin girls, Mr. Smith! And everything's fine." Those furniture letters, by the way, were written in painstaking longhand. DeLee says nonchalantly that his type writer was acquired at a later date. Sounds simple, till you hear from a close friend that the machine came on the installment plan at the rate of one meal less a day till paid for. Things hummed in the new estab lishment. In the years that followed philanthropic women took up the cause, Julius Rosenwald reached into a generous coffer, Arthur Meeker lent a hand, several Jewish organizations started working for him then and are 16 THE CHICAGOAN ''But it's only one o'clock will think I'm ill" at it to this very day. Good Chi- cagoans turned to and finally built the 51st Street buildings, which (and this is no "throw away your hammer stuff") represent just about the greatest ma ternity center in the country. PRACTICING physicians come to Chicago to intern again and absorb some of DeLee's wealth of knowledge, graduate nurses enter for special train ing, rich man, poor man sends his wife to Lying-in with easy mind. A McCormick, a Longworth, a Rus sian princess, are ushered into the world by the great obstetrician; an other doctor seeks his help with a diffi cult patient; visiting doctors deliver the twelfth pickaninny to a family in a two-room tenement. It's all DeLee system, DeLee technique. DeLee is the reason that Lying-In's percentage of maternal and infant mortality is ap proximately half as large as the per centage of the country as a whole. He is still a fanatic on isolation. The smaller building is entirely removed from the larger. Kitchens, laundries, personnel, everything a distinct unit. If a patient develops fever or the faint est trace of infectious disease she is bundled up and wheeled to the small building for special care. Which ex plains why not a single outbreak of the mortal infections of maternity was the record of the hospital. IN the current excitement about pau perization DeLee goes calmly ahead with his vast scheme of relief for poor families. If people can pay, well and good; if they can't there are free beds, dispensary care, doctors and nurses to attend them in their homes. DeLee believes in the principle of making the rich pay for the poor. He has no patience with plutocrats who grouse at thousand dollar fees for their offspring, and recalls with disgust the young family which was so crushed by a five hundred dollar charge that noth ing but mother's gift of a new Fiat served to. lift their despair. The doc tor frankly taxes the Fiat babies to help pay for those who are born to spoons from the five and ten instead of the silver variety. Families of mod erate means pay a moderate fee, and unwise maidens with no family at all move right in to spend their unhappy months quite peacefully behind the hos pital's protecting walls. They dust up and down the corridors, peel potatoes, and try to make themselves useful, but their favorite occupation seems to be sleep and plenty of it. Despite his devotion to the matter of childbirth, or perhaps because of it, DeLee has no "child, kitchen, church" theories of mass production. He is a friend of sane birth control education, but opposes any measure to drag Ly ing-in into the battle because he feels the shoemaker should stick to his last. His job is obstetrics and it is big enough to take all the energies of a busy life. He prefers to leave birth control, child welfare, and other related sciences to specialists in their fields. IT is probably this single hearted de votion to his chosen profession that accounts for the man's business. Ob stetrics is his life. You simply cannot divorce DeLee from Lying-in. He has been much too absorbed in other peo ple's families to bother about one of his own. The man who has helped I don't know how many thousand babies into the world lives in austere bachelorhood with a sister and a brother. This summer he has been persuaded into Highland Park and plays golf duti fully for exercise in between commut ing trips to the hospital. He is a de voted lover of Ravinia's opera; but the rest of his spare time is usually given to scientific treatises and hospital im provement. He has written several books and more than seventy papers on obstetrics, and when it comes to plugging for a better hospital he is as much of a nuisance as he ever was. For Joseph DeLee is still dissatisfied. The next vision is the new hospital to be built on the Midway, with better facilities and greater laboratories than any institution in its field. Affiliated with the University it becomes an in tegral part of the Town, an impressive tribute to the enthusiastic youth who wasn't too good for midwife duty. TWQ CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK "H1 Father Dearborn [E was — " to quote from an oration by Daniel Goodwin, Jr. "He was tall and straight, mus cular and agile. He was noted as an un- matched wrestler, never having met his equal, and he was an ardent sportsman. In all his journeys he car ried his gun and rod and dog, and was an expert at cricket and ball until long past middle life. When not engaged in business or exercise, he was a con stant reader, and was master of as good Eng lish as the War De- partment has pro duced" (a dubious ac colade, surely) . But then he was Father Dearborn. Born in New Hamp shire in 1751, the twelfth child of long- lived and astonishingly fecund Yankee stock, young Harry Dearborn was bred up to the profession of medicine. In deed, Dr. Dearborn set up as a leech in North Hampton three years before the Revolutionary War and although a physician he, together with other young bloods of the village, spent his leisure in military exercises and a study of the arts of war. The ragged musket fire at Lexington and Concord set the young doctor off to Boston to join the volunteers. He and his men footed the fifty-five miles in one day; they arrived too late for action. Returning to New Hampshire, Dr. Dearborn accepted a commission of Col. John Stark's First New Hamp shire. He fought as a captain at Bunker Hill. He lived through the desperate raid on Quebec, and through subsequent small pox and imprison ment in irons when the expedition col lapsed. Returned on parole, he was released in time to join the colonial forces at Saratoga. His regiment dis- .tZ/ta^favn tinguished itself in Burgoyne's defeat, was present at that commander's sur render. Under the eye and voice of Washington, Harry Dearborn won fame at Monmouth. His worn Yankees were at Yorktown for the final down fall of the British in North America. THE Revolutionary soldier contin ued in the service of the new re public. He was appointed United States Marshal for the state of Maine. He was Secretary of War under Jeffer son. Collector of the Port of Boston under Madison. General-in-Chief of the United States forces under Monroe. Illness and enemies conspired against him in the War of 1812. Detroit fell, abandoned by General Cass. A lonely garrison at Fort Dearborn, named for the then Secretary of War, in the west ern wilderness was ordered to evacuate. Its defenders marched into the sand dunes at the tip of Lake Michi gan and were sur rounded by vengeful savages. Most of them were killed. Fort Dear born had been occu pied by a company of the First United States under the command of Captain John Whistler (John Whistler had surrendered with Bur- goyne at Saratoga in '77 to join the Ameri can army later.) Major -General Dearborn retired to private life at the close of the second tiff with Great Britain. He spoke at town meet ings. He helped raise money for a monument to the men of Bunker Hill. He improved his lands and looked to his estates. He sat for a portrait by painter Gilbert Stuart who had painted Washington. He died in 1829 at 78. Thus Father Dearborn. Labels AN Evanstonian reports that he only recently retrieved his roads ter from winter storage and had not yet sent down state for his 1929 li censes. He felt the urge to drive one warm evening, but had the feeling, too, that he might be stopped, quizzed and possibly ticketed by the Law. He had grave doubts, also, that the truth about his lack of 1929 plates would stand against the inquiry. His aunt had recently returned from a year abroad and had brought back a book of Continental hotel baggage stickers. The prescient young man pasted several of these on the wind shield of his car and drove off. He was soon stopped. He was re soundingly questioned. "To tell you the truth, officer," said the young man, "I've just got back 18 THE CHICAGOAN from Europe, yesterday. I had the car over there with me and I'm going to send for my new plates tomorrow." "Oh, yeah," replied the officer, tak ing out his arrest pad. "Certainly," insisted the driver, high in virtue. "Look at the windshield." The officer read stickers on the windshield for the first time — labels from the Hotel Metropole, Rome, the Hotel Central, Place de la Bourse, Bruxelles and several others. "Well," said the officer, "I beg your pardon, mister. It'll be O. K. if you send for your license tomorrow." Card JOHN DOE is a physician of more than local prominence. His di vorce was an amicable and business like affair. His second marriage did not impair his friendship with the former Mrs. Doe. In fact when he and his bride recently returned from Europe they called together upon the lady who had first borne the doctor's name. She welcomed them most cordially and halted them when they were about to leave. "Just a moment," she said. "I have a wedding present for you." After a brief absence from the room she returned with a small cardboard box. It contained a consid erable number of her one time calling cards engraved "Dr. and Mrs. John Doe." ree iunci THERE was a lean time when the only free lunches — except back door handouts — were obtainable in various food shops and grocery de partments; and no appetite was greatly appeased by three sample soft drinks and a spoonful of mayonnaise on a soda cracker. Now, however, a complete meal is available from an advertised brand of hors d'oeuvre to a nationally famous demi-tasse. All this on three conditions only: that the luncher be a woman, that she be accompanied by a quorum of women, that she make res ervations in advance. Several organizations are engaged in the benefaction. One, Purity Food Clubs, Inc., which maintains clubrooms on North Michigan Avenue, daily en tertains an average of 100 women. Guests are welcomed in a lounge fur nished by Peck and Hill. In the din ing room (walls by Craftex, lighting fixtures by Samson, dinner service by Sebring), they are served a five course meal to the accompaniment of a lecture concerning the advertised products which they are consuming. After the luncheon they are invited to inspect the model or "dream" kitchen with its nationally advertised equipment. Fin ally they may remain to play cards or enjoy a musicale (the latter by Baldwin Reproducing Piano). They are under no obligation other than that involved in the relation of guest to host. On the contrary, any organization which arranges to partake of the hospitality of the food club is at liberty to sell tickets to the luncheon and credit the money thus obtained to its treasury or to any favorite charity. Manufacturers gladly supply the food for the privilege of in troducing it. For those Mohammeds who cannot be lured by a mountain of food, cer tain other organizations will journey to club rooms, social centers or parish houses there to tempt the palate with advertised delicacies. Even fraterni ties have been known to increase their funds by allowing the brothers' mothers to sell tickets for a Rice or a Plunkett luncheon at the house. Nor is this the only scheme whereby the interest of a club and a commercial agency are served simultaneously. The Monarch Laundry will present a check for twenty-five dollars to any club which sends a delegation of fifty women to inspect its plant. Sidney Wanzer and Sons offer an excellent luncheon for the nominal price of twenty-five cents a cover to all groups which consent to view the sanitary marvels of modern milk distribution. The free lunch has returned. Rapture FOR the golfer, condemned time out of Aberdeen to a comic strip searching in the rough, we blissfully recount the philanthropy of the Binx Golf Course, Devon Avenue and Mc- Cormick Boulevard. It is actually a practice driving course, but rapturously different from the conventional thing of its kind. At Binx' the management will supply you with as many golf balls per hour as you can hit in that length of time. Addressing yourself to an orphan ball, swing carefully or carelessly as you choose, and look up to see it bound down the length of Mr. Binx' empty lots. It will probably come to rest in the tangle of weeds and bushes at the far end. If the impulse arises within you to go and search, check it immedi ately, for behind you stands a young minion in whose outstretched hand you will see the successor to the first drive's ball. He seems a mes senger from some golfer's paradise, f His sole mission on earth is to pro- * vide habitual drivers with additional fe pellets. All you can hit, remember, \ for 7? cents an hour. Clubs may be rented there, too, at a small ren tal. Oh Frabjus day! Mr. Binx' golf course is apparently meeting a fundamental human need. From earliest morning until star-lit or cloudy night, a row of swinging fig ures ornaments his row of tees. Excel lent fellow, Mr. Binx. Legs IF last summer was responsible for stripping them absolutely bare, this summer has succeeded' in hiding them altogether for at least a portion of each day. The reference, of course, is to legs. Last summer accomplished it by proselyting for the stockingless fad; this summer by means of the overall. For this latter institution Paris will probably take the credit. Be that as it may, the overall epidemic was seen to break out with great violence on the beaches in the eastern section of the country about one month ago; exclusive and private beaches as well as the crowded sands of Long Island and New Jersey resorts suddenly became aware of the humble overall. Now the wave has swept into the Chicago region and is carrying the feminine contingent blithely along on its crest. Variations of the garment are now to be seen on many north and south side beaches where they take the place of the un sightly white duck trousers which the less fastidious young women once em- vijr>-^'*- THE CHICAGOAN 19 ¦-f 7 r ployed as suitable street camouflage for a swimming suit. They are ^ likewise replacing in many cases the * . offensive beach kimono. And now even the daintiest young woman can don her trousers with pride; now, that is, that they are of the overall variety. The overall has even in vaded the boudoir's far-famed pri vacy in the shape of pajamas, and overall pajamas are very popular at the present writing. They make, further, a first rate substitute for kitchen apron or house dress and are being widely used as such. At least so we are told. The pattern of these feminine gar ments is cut from the same model that formerly served as outline for the bold blue denim worn by construction gangs and day laborers. Only in weight, size, color, and material do they differ, and not at all in outline or line. They have even the shoulder straps which are regulated in length by metal buc kles, and all the customary pockets. The range of materials, and conse quent prices, is large. When the fad first took root in New York the least expensive pair of overalls for women was priced at $8 per pair. In Chicago, however, they can be had for as little as $1.95. We recall, too, the proletarian slicker, long accepted into society. Well, up from the ranks! Sanitation FILTHY lucre is no attribute of that commodity dispensed by the Lake Shore Drive and Belmont Hotels. All monies there handled are glistening and radiant. The explanation is this : Once every day all the silver and copper money in both hotels is subjected to a cleansing and beauty process which is somewhat analogous to a combination bath and shampoo. A washtub is filled with boiling water in which is a mixture of Ivory soap chips and Wyandotte yellow hoops soda, which latter is a common necessity in every hotel laundry. Silver and copper coins are then placed in a burlap bag and rocked in the clean ing solution. This rocking consumes the better part of an hour. The drying again entails a rocking motion, silver is shaken in sawdust until the washing solution has been thoroughly absorbed. It is then put back in circulation. The management explains that this cleans ing is necessitated by the fact that old silver cannot be exchanged for new at the banks. Paper money, on the other hand, can, and neither the Belmont nor the Lake Shore Drive ever passes out a used bill of any denomination. Game -~- I THERE haven't been any interest ing street pastimes since "Beaver", passed on some years ago. Now, with the new traffic regulations for pedes trians, a new game has come into bei ing. It is nameless to date, but it i$ simple. It consists of jumping the gun, so to speak, on the traffic lights and getting across the street before a cop sees you. The scoring, as we learned it, is something like this: Getting across the street against the lights without attracting the attention of the traffic officer counts ten. Making a successful crossing before the 'lights change, but also drawing a yell from the cop counts five. Reaching the half-way mark, un- bothered, when the lights change scores two. Being caught by the cop at the half way mark when the lights change gives you one point. If you start across, but are "Tut- tutted" by the cop, or if he shakes his head or a warning finger at you, you lose one point. A start across that brings an obvious arm-waving from the cop gives you minus two. A start followed by a yell scores minus five. If you start and draw the cop from his position over to you, with a sub sequent talk about your mental abil ity, you score minus ten. For those of greater temerity, we recommend scoring in reverse order: plus ten for getting bawled out, and so on. It's greater sport. Signs Correspondent A. reports a moving picture sign: THE WORLD'S BEST PICTURES PHONY THEATRE We are informed by our staff cryp tographer that the missing letters are SYM. But far and away the most intriguing placard to come upon these hot- weather eyes is the enigmatic pro nouncement of the Cafe La Harem, North Michigan Avenue. It reads: Cafe La Harem and it adds the goatish assurance that La Harem will serve "For the discriminating person who prefers the unusual food in an atmos phere of homelike refinement." Handicaps THE little numeral written after a player's name by the handicap committee of the United States Polo Association constitutes at the same time a bay wreath and a yoke. When games are played under handicap rules, the player must show the superior ability which won him the advanced rating, or hand the opposing team ex actly that many goals as his personal contribution to the opponents' score. Even when play is on the flat (han dicaps waived) it is seldom indeed that teams ride out with rival ability so un balanced that a runaway score results. And a major factor in effecting that condition of affairs which makes polo a sport for sportsmen is the handicap system, to which its membership is accustomed. Chicago polo is now well launched in its tournament season preparatory to the Intercircuit and National Twelve- Goal championships with the knowledge that at a moment's notice it could muster a seventeen- goal team that would give the best of any section of the United States a real battle right down to the mouth of the goalposts. Indeed, with the able assistance of Cecil Smith of the Austin club at De troit, Mich., who is also a member of the North Shore club, Chicago could put into the field a quartet ranking at nineteen goals, and have in addition a four-goal substitute. This squad with club affiliations as set down by the Polo Association, would include Cecil Smith, handi- 20 THE CHICAGOAN capped at six goals; Carl C. Crawford of Oak Brook, five; Barney Balding and William Mitchell Blair of On- wentsia, four, and M. M. Corpening of DuPage County, four. Crawford with his five goals tops the ranking players of Chicago residence at the out door game but at indoor polo Corpen ing is supreme with six. Two complete outdoor teams could be made up of three-goal players of the Town. To these Oak Brook would contribute Paul Butler, H. P. Baldwin, Tex L. Crites, Lieut. -Col. N. E. Mar- getts and Frank P. Hayes (also of Leona Farms) ; North Shore, Herbert J. Lorber; DuPage County, Col. R. R. McCormick and D. O. Neilson. Two-goal players greatly in evidence include: Onwentsia, Kenneth Fitz- patrick, Harold C. Strotz, G. A. Sea- verns, Jr., Earle H. Reynolds, P. M. Coonley, Eugene V. Byfield, Frank W. Bering (also of North Shore), W. C. Barger (Barger may not play this year, however), and John Borden; North Shore, William Calhoun and Marvin H. Harrison (also of Detroit); Oak Brook, Earl Crawford and H. L. Tur ner; 124th Field Artillery, Capt. G. L. Ferguson and F. E. Royse; Leona Farms, Leonard Hertz. Among those who are handicapped at one goal are these: North Shore, George F. Nixon, P. H. Grennan (also of Detroit), Dr. O. W. Kopp, R. H. Schultz; Oak Brook, Eddie A. Hill- man, Jr.; 124th Field Artillery, Lieut. - Col. H. H. F. Gossett, Lieut. W. G. Everett, Lieut. C. M. Schuh; Leona Farms, John Hertz, Arthur Naylor; DuPage County, Edmund Prendergast; Onwentsia, Col. G. T. Langhorne (also of 317th Cavalry Polo and rlunt Club), Ralph Hines, B. H. Rader, James Simpson, Jr., and L. H. Armour. Players of the Town listed by the Polo Association but without handicap include the following imposing group: Oa\ Broo\, John Aaberg, Frank O. Butler, J. W. Butler, Gene Culver, R. J. Glaser, D. B. Kilbourne, C. M. Kindley, G. H. Knutson, Paul E. Mar tin, S. Peabody, S. Peabody, Jr., D. W. Pratt, Charles W. Stiger, Jr., Ward A. Vilas, Horace O. Wetmore; Leona Farms, Robert Beattie, Ernest L. Byfield, Alfred Ettlinger, B. F. Stein; DuPage County, Alfon E. Bahr, C. Henderson, C. McCormick; 124th Field Artillery, Capt. A. T. Bergstrom, Lieut. L. B. Callahan, Lieut. J. C. Grubb, P. B. Hurlbutt, M. G. Mc- Eachren, Lieut. R. Mura, Capt. J. E. Scott, Lieut. E. O. Steinbach, Lieut. P. J. Tully; Jiorth Shore, John C. Bow ers, D. E. Grady, James A. Hannah; Onwentsia, Wolcott Blair, J. L. Breese, Jr. In the matter of increased handicaps of the past year, also, the Town and its prominence in the outdoor game is shown, and the list includes Messrs. Baldwin, Fitzpatrick, Hayes, Naylor and Dixon, Col. McCormick, Lieut- Col. Gossett, and Lieuts. W. G. Ev erett and Schuh. Cabs PATRONS of the new and impos ing Yellow Cabs, now vivid against the traffic of the Town may well raise eyebrows to learn that the vehicles are designed and built by the Checker Cab Manufacturing Corporation of Kala' mazoo, Michigan. At this writing 500 new cabs nose Chicago curbs. Plans entertained pro vide for 500 more anytime now. The wheelbase is something splendid in cab wheel bases — 128 inches. The horse power, 27.3. Of interest, however, to gentlemen knowing in advertising psycholgy is the THE CHICAGOAN 21 "But are you sure, Young Man, that you know the fight- psychology of selling neckties!" fact that new De Luxe cabs of identical design and manufacture and painted dark blue instead of yellow have been on the streets much longer. The mod est blue color goes little noticed. Baseball IF Babe Ruth can count on a Mrs. I Babe Ruth in the grandstand almost any day of the baseball season, then a number of local ball boys have undue influence in grandstand and bleachers. It's a hobby watching husbands. When Mr. Hornsby came to Chicago this year, Mrs. Hornsby came right along. When the Cubs take the road, Mrs. Hornsby accompanies her hus band. When they're in town she's to be seen in a box at Wrigley Field regu larly every afternoon. Mrs. Hack Wil son has been watching her husband clout 'em all season. Mrs. Sheriff Blake has been regular in her attendance at the games in the north side park, as has been Mrs. Clyde Beck. And poor Gabby Hartnett's wife, who thought she was going to take in a lot of base ball games, has perforce been sitting beside a hospital bed holding her lord's and master's catching hand instead. Charlie Root's wife has been looking on and cheering with the regulars. The south side team has its own contingent of faithful and interested womenfolk. Mrs. C. W. Cissel has been out for the games since the sea son's opening. Mrs. Ted Blankenship and Mrs. Urban Faber are present every day for the Sox. Even Mrs. Lena Blackburne has been watching games. Bon B on BELIEVERS in the eternal timeli ness of the first of the month have long since been accustomed to the Book of the Month Club. Comes now a proposal to supply candy by calendar. Graylings project an arrangement whereby any properly certified recipient may receive a box of selected candies at a given day in each 30. The idea, so far as we know, is new to the boulevard! We add a hesitant suggestion. It is that some alert merchant establish a Bouquet of the Year Club. Promptly on the anniversary, flowers are mailed out, each year in a different mode. A de cent amount of forethought ought to provide for ten years in advance. The arrangement, of course, had best be kept a profound secret. Ferry ANEW YORKER, visitor with friends of the Town, found that it wasn't the heat but the humidity. Three A. M. saw him driving very sedately down Michigan avenue, an in stinctive eye well out for the Jersey vehicle ferry. He located Grand Ave nue and Naval Pier. Followed a long and involved dis cussion with members of a boat crew. Finally, they seemed to comprehend. The traveller slept in his car. Dawn found him en route to Sagi naw, Michigan. 22 THE CHICAGOAN 'Pleasure Bound," which blooms like a June rose, according to Dr. Col lins assurance, offers a most decorous and enjoyable evening in a playhouse cooled to 70 degrees. Phil Baker is here drawn by Nat Karson. He seems, says Dr. Collins, "better than ever." "The JTA G E First Show of Summer: "Pleasure Bound" By CHARLES COLLINS IT is now time to begin writing about summer shows, when, as and if is sued. This is probably the most un important topic in the field of journal ism; and also the one which, by the vagueness of its material and the feebleness of its vitality, demands the most verbal ingenuity. Dramatic critics who remain at their desks through a Chicago summer spend their energy go ing boom about nothing; and when September brings on the new crop they are short on temper and long on spleen. "Ah, here you are at last!" they say to the new plays. "You would stay away from home so long, would you?" Wham! The official title of first of the sum mer shows must be accorded to "Pleas ure Bound," which has come into bloom like a June rose at the Grand Opera House. It will serve — especially since the theatre possesses a cooling sys tem which keep its temperature stand ardized around 70 degrees. I saw it from the back row in critical detach ment and found it satisfactory; I am ready to break the habit of a life-time and see it again, from the first row, to check up on my favorite opinion of the dancing girls. *i PLEASURE BOUND" is a revue 1 that began life with a musical comedy plot. For the series of bawdy burlesque sketches that put the laughs into the typical revue, it substitutes a well-behaved little story about the ad ventures in bankruptcy of a certain Herman Pfeiffer, the only German comedian who ever ran a dress-making shop. In spite of the rakish suggestion of its title, "Pleasure Bound" is de corous of behavior. It is the good little sister of the revues. Although a spa cious show, it is never too broad. Its girls, moreover, are not afflicted with the nudity complex. If eager for a course in female anatomy, you will find yourself agreeably frustrated by this entertainment. The names that lead the cast are familiar to the revue-specialists of this region. They are Jack Pearl, Phil Baker, Aileen Stanley, and Shaw 6? Lee. Let us speak first of Mr. Pearl, who persistently casts himself before the first-nighters of the town. He seems to be the best of the diminishing race of Teutonic clowns. He has the passionate intensity of broken English which has been the tradition of Ger man-Yiddish humor ever since Weber 6=? Fields became an institution. He can be as frantic as Louis Mann and as incoherent as Sam Bernard. He knows his metier. Nevertheless, Mr. Pearl is not very funny in "Pleasure Bound." His spasms of comic energy do not evoke the expected roars of mirth. For me, he was almost a dull thud. There are technical reasons, I suspect, why Mr. Pearl, in this show, is about 100 per cent less amusing than he has been. The libretto gives him no comic situa tions worthy of the name. Moreover, his "straight man," the fellow who asks the questions, is also a dialect comedian, supposed to be French but sounding much like Mr. Pearl himself. He does not get the support of contrast in his passages of eccentric dialogue. Stage directors earn princely sums of money for making such discoveries; but if there is any fee coming to me for this bit of constructive criticism, I hereby donate it to the Actor's Fund. AS for Phil Baker, he seems better i than ever — less cocky of manner, less cherubic of figure, and more sea- THE CHICAGOAN soned of method. He has a new boy to sit in the upper box and crack wise at him, and this recruit, named John Humphrey Muldowney, is as good as his predecessor. Mr. Baker's line of chatter is vivacious with curb-stone wit. Moreover, he is learning to play his faithful accordion. I will double-star Mr. Baker in this cast. Aileen Stanley appears as a placid adventuress, which doesn't matter, and sings characteristically, which does. Leaning on a piano, or cuddled on the apron of the stage in comradeship with Mr. Baker, she delivers her chatty songs with a clarity, a soft coolness, a con geniality, which is a little art all her own. I've never liked Miss Stanley more than in "Pleasure Bound" — per haps because I discovered how neatly and crisply she reaches the back row. Shaw 6? Lee, the strangest team ever exhumed from the vaudeville circuits, rank with Mr. Baker in evoking laughter. They are unique and uncanny clowns, best described by the Baker- esque jibe at them: "How much would you charge to haunt a house?" Good Riddance IT is an axiom of show-business that in all matters pertaining to the the atre Chicago is a year behind New York. Maybe it's true; perhaps it is a statement of economic, although not cultural, fact. Something happened recently to verify this theory. About a year ago, you may remember, New York went on a crusade against indecent plays. Some were closed by police order; in other cases the players, including that Muse of Immodesty, Mae West, were placed under arrest. Two weeks ago the Chicago police swung into action, as if on signal that a year had elapsed and it was their time to come to bat. They had let "Diamond Lil," "Jarne- gan" and "The Front Page" get by, but they abolished "Frankie and Johnnie" and granted last-minute clem ency to "Harlem" only after it had been purified by revision of dialogue and "business." Although a year late, it was to this writer a laudable deed. If the police will act on cases of extreme flagrancy, such as "Frankie and Johnnie" unques tionably was, the theatre will be saved from the official censorship toward which it was deliberately heading. Pub lic exhibitions of obscenity for its own sake are definitely within the police power. Driving Through Skokie Ridge There is always something to please the eye in Skokie Ridge. Not only the winding roads and great trees, the view of miles of countryside and flowered hillsides in this Glencoe development, but the character of homes now built and building, the absence of unsightly wires and the typical high standard of the improvements will impress you. And for such a development, which combines lo cation and improvement, and offers the finest homesite choice on the North Shore, the prices are surprisingly low. We do not believe it possible to duplicate it on the North Shore. 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.,) 24 TUE CHICAGOAN THE RClf/lAM Moon BRUN/WICK RECORD RELEASE, by the crooning comedienne ELLE BAKER Hear this Broadcasting and Recording Star sing the four greatest ballad sensations of the year — Underneath theRussianMoon heart lunacy of a Muscovite maiden out on the slippery steppes — where men are men and beards tickle. My Sin the true confessions of our torrid Belle who loved not wisely, but too well. Oh!—! 4343 I'll Always Be In Love With You Theme Song of the motion picture "Syncopation" — or — the Ball -and- Chain Blues — sung softly and with appropriate sadness by Miss Baker. Old Fashioned Lady A song to the mothers we knew be fore face-lifting made flappers out of 49-ers. 4313 RUSSIANS NECKING ON THK H7ie CINEMA Two Very Good Hollywood Productions By WILLIAM R. WEAVER IF there be doubt that things are different in the cinema, let "The Idle Rich" and "The Studio Mur der Mystery" ex pel it. Each of these productions constitutes a major fracture of the Hollywood ordinance against manufacture and sale of intelli gent entertainment. Each is, to em ploy a term someone has used before, significant. "The Idle Rich" is to all previous Hollywood products what the Good man Theatre is to the Oriental. It, speaks well of wealth. It speaks hon estly of the "great middle class." No other production, in all the years since someone discovered that a million tick ets sold at seventy-five cents net a greater total than a thousand tickets at five dollars, has been permitted to in timate that a rich man can be all right. No other producer in all these years has braved his customers'' wrath to the extent of setting before them a mirror in which they might see themselves and draw their own conclusions. And I venture to say that no producer is more surprised to find these selfsame cus tomers doting upon their deficiencies and demanding more. "The Studio Murder Mystery" is to all previous Hollywood products what Rembrandt is to Photomaton. It shows Hollywood, Hollywood actors, direc tors, policemen and plain people as they are and without rose-colored glasses. It regards the business of play producing as a business and not as a gay game, a fad or a paradise. It gains for the talking-picture a distinct contrastive advantage by treating of the silent-picture industry as a thing apart. This is the finest strategy, be it inten tional or accidental, that has come out of the celluloid West. 'The Squall IF for no other reason — and there are plenty — "The Squall" should be wit nessed as verification of Alice Joyce's talent. Perhaps no important player in the still history of the screen had more imitators. Agnes Ayres, facially her double, thrived long and waxed fat on an attenuated similarity. Half a dosen others, employed hurriedly to do for envious employers what Miss Joyce was doing for hers, came into promi nence and passed so swiftly on that not even their names linger in memory. Always the serene, competent, artistic Alice Joyce remained, stowing the years away imperceptibly, affording al ways a reason for attending the cinema. How many years is not my business, nor yours, but how good an actress it is the business of "The Squall" to show you and it very emphatically does. "Fox Follies" ONCE upon a time the play-re viewer's big night arrived when he dashed from a performance of the new Ziegfeld Follies to write a thou sand words about the stygian Bert Williams and a hundred other play ers. Times or play-reviewers have changed. A Mr. Stepin Fechit in "Fox Follies" is blacker and better than Mr. Williams ever was. And there are several hundred other players, most of them good, all of them willing, about whom the oldfashioned critic would feel duty bound to write distendedly and officially. Which is another way of saying that "Fox Follies" has every thing Mr. Ziegfeld's ever had — includ ing new song hits by a group of Zieg feld lyricists — plus a sort of story that isn't of too bad a sort. The thing to do, with a play like this, is to attend it, not write or read about it, and ask for more. "The Rainbow Man THE easy thing to say about "The Rainbow Man" is that in it Eddie Dowling does some of the things Al Jolson did in "The Singing Fool," in' elusive of caring for a small boy. But the important thing is that Mr. Dowl- ing does these things very nearly as well and persons who care for him in musical-comedy should like him in this, for the plot is, if no better, certainly no worse. "C areers THIS is the one about the sweet wife who almost submits to the traditional worse-than-death for her husband's advancement. Noah Beery TME 'CHICAGOAN 25 is excellent as the menace and Billie Dove isn't nearly so inadequate verb ally as she is beautiful. Indo-China is the place. Not Quite Decent" NOT QUITE DECENT" isn't anything to stay downtown for. It's mostly silent, not at all inter esting while so, and not even Louise Dresser has time to save it after the shouting begins. Vocal Innocents of Paris: Maurice Chevalier and an All'American cast in a tuneful Paree. [Go.] The Desert Song: As of the Great Northern plus sand and horseflesh. [Not if you saw the show.] The Time; The Place; The Girl: Pleas ant and not too musical background for the amiable Grant Withers. [Yes.] The Letter: Jeanne Eagels and an ex cellent play. [Surely.] The Man I Love: Ringside romance. [No.] The Voice of the City: Willard Mack should have gone to Hollywood instead of Broadway anyway. [Certainly.] Hearts in Dixie: Plantation stuff with the original cast. [Yassah.] A Dangerous Woman: And the woman is Baclanova. [By all means.] Coquette: Just a perfect talking-picture. [Indubitably.] Speakeasy: The real McCoy. [If tempted.] Nothing But the Truth: Well, Rich ard Dix is oral too, but what of it? [Not necessarily.] MARKS BROS. GRANADA Madison — 4100 West Chicago's Largest and Finest Theatres, in a Class by Them selves. The Great Stage Stars in Superb Productions and the Outstanding Talking Pictures on the Most Perfect Synchroniz ing Equipment in the World! headquarters for HOME MOVIES cfeaiuring Complete lines of EASTMAN Vsine=[Jxoda,K and BELL & HOWELL cJumo. Concluding ecfuipmenl and p plies for I akin g and snowing amateur movies. E COMMONWEALTH EDISON O LECTRIC SHOPO 72 West Adams Street • CHICAGO 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). 26 THE CHICAGOAN Ideal! N OT ten minutes walk to the loop — that's one of the ad vantages of living at the Pearson. Route 57 buses to and from the loop stop at the door — and Michigan avenue buses are only a block away. y y y The Pearson is quiet, restful and thoroughly comfortable — rooms are large, well-lighted and ap propriately furnished. In the restaurant you'll find foods and service just as you would have them. y y y In recognition of the sound rea sons why people prefer to live in hotels, there are no kitchen ettes at the Pearson. Charges throughout are agreeably moder ate. 300-car garage nearby. y y y We shall be pleased to have you call today and inspect some espe cially attractive rooms available soon. Highly attractive special monthly rates. y y y 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 7%e ROVING REPORTER T en Miles of Lakefront for a Dollar By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THIS article is inspired altogether in a spirit of public service not-for- profit. It is designed to assuage the curiosity of millions who pass and re pass on the Link bridge, and more specifically it is intended to present a true account of the speed boat ride for a dollar for those hundreds who squint down to river level at speed boats nestled about the ankles of the Wrigley buildings. After paying one's dollar cheerfully enough, the rider settles back as com fortably as though he were relaxed in the seat of a deep-bodied automobile. The river is dirty at the bridge, oily and verminous with sediment in what was once clear lake water. The driver starts his engines with a brisk electric whirr. Somewhere deep in the mid- hull the motors take hold so that the craft vibrates with the peculiar enerv ating tremor of gasoline-driven things. We are off smoothly under the magnifi cent drawbridge to the Town. Pass ing beneath the Boulevard Link the boat gains speed. It is by the Good rich docks quickly and the Theodore Roosevelt of Duluth, like a water bug past a half stranded fish. A few hun dred yards more and the hull has found its even pace, by now in cleaner water. Yet even though speed picks up, the tempo of life has slackened noticeably. Some hundreds of yards further and the boat skims into the open lake. Here the world moves to a definitely slower cadence just as the boat responds to the slow pulse of a lake swell. The air is city air no longer; it is cool with the adventurous, green water-odor. The motor beneath is a steady rumble so that conversation is difficult. The boat, planing on the barest edge of lake sur face flings a spray six feet out from its bottom. We swing toward Navy Pier in a leisurely arc to note that lake steamers idle against the pier's side as lasy workmen might lie against a shady wall on a hot day. They are dowdy steamers against the pier, tired, over laden, travel worn. WE turn abruptly north. The motor boat swings a corner with the same tilt and skid one might expect from a two-wheel turn in an automobile. Indeed the craft handles as precisely, as smoothly and as flexibly as a car. We scoot along the foot of the vast wall of the Town, the steel and concrete rampart of the upper drive. Only the drive is not so im pressively seen from the lake. Its wall is ragged. Its traffic is a meaningless scurry at the foot of a city reduced in perspective to a mound of broken and smoking crockery. Automobiles scurry like water beetles along the lake edge — it is lower Lakeshore Drive. Another abrupt turn with its tilted skid and we start back outside the breakwater parallel to our course north but farther out in the lake. One has time to relax a bit; to breathe fresh lake air. One has time, too, to notice the fishermen on the breakwater, seem ingly an outrageous distance from land. These fishermen are placid, un- speedy souls. A few, humble sports men one supposes, angle with cane pole and throw-line. Others are busy with umbrella-shaped nets, sometimes very ingeniously arranged with a kind of derrick device for quick raising. These, one guesses, are professional fishers and not sportsmen. But all are leisurely, most of them positively lan guid, and not a few, it would seem lonely as well. One does not yearn for the life or luxuries of a Lake Michi gan fisherman.. THE CHICAGOAN DEPENDABILITY Bigness is a decided asset in the coal, ice and building material business. It is a guarantee of dependable service and deliv eries, even under adverse conditions. With its 116 branches in the Chicago District, its enormous storage capacity and handling facilities, Consumers Company offers the utmost in service — prompt and dependable. And every delivery is made with an unconditional guarantee of qual ity, full weight and satisfaction. "Every ton must satisfy or we remove it and refund your money."' (gnsumers (gmpany; (q I elephone FRANKLIN1 I 64OO COAL- COKE- ICE BUILDING MATERIAL BUY YOUR COAL O N APPROVAL AGAIN a quick turn inside the i breakwater. The city now is darker, bluer — it is deepening late af ternoon. Against the seeming flood plane of Grant Park the Buckingham Fountain is a surprising white; it is like a toadstool sprung up against a damp bend in a creek bottom. Still further south the Field Museum is diminutive against the mass of the town. It is squat, not ugly, but surely not impres sive. The docks and warehouses north and east of Randolph street look and smoke like so much rubbage dump. An immense oblong of parked automobiles in Grant Park is shiny as a thick set tling of blue bottle flies. However if the city is none too flat teringly seen from the lake, the lake's own creatures show off to notable ad vantage. An occasional gull slices by like a miniature aeroplane. Yachts in the Columbia Yacht Club harbor are trim, graceful, secure as a flock of new ly settled water birds. Chicago's war navy — the Wilmette Naval Reserve Cutter, the Commodore, ashore, but pompous as a dozing admiral are humorous items along the dingy shore. Steam pennons from the skyscrapers are varied and beautiful. The lake it self is clear, refreshing, animated. A lighthouse is disappointing. It looks, on close range, like a farm building iso lated by floods. Further back the crib off Division street which looked like a battleship from shore looks like a sod hut attended by a Kansas windmill, and a fanless windmill at that. A sharp drive to the left and we come miraculously to the river mouth. Above and ahead the city is dingy and formidable. A negro cook casts his net near the Theodore Roosevelt. One notices with surprise that a group of pole and line fishermen are comfortably sprawled on the very knees of the Link Bridge heedless of the traffic jostle overhead. Again the astonishing span of the bridge as we pass underneath it. A short turn in the river as an auto mobile might make a U-turn in the street and we nose smoothly to dock. Such then is the true account of a dollar ride along the lakefront. We trust it is of service to millions, a reve lation to those thousands who peer down from the bridge. Pedestrian traffic above slows down to watch us disembark. We — who are a driver, two friends of the driver, two elderly men, two high school lads attracted by the promise of speed, and your re porter. "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $5. (I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) T^ame , Address For the Strenuous 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 June, July and August. 28 TI4ECWICAG0AN MU/ICAL NOTE/ "Just a Theme Song at Twilight' By JANET POLLAK IN Mil MAIM 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 THE musical £m now receiving the JFtMm most enthusiastic ,^H^*f ¦ patronage in New Jr^9^0m called "The Little ]H^^^^m1 skit it offers is '<" called "The Theme Song," which re lates in numbers far from mournful the introduction of the theme song into so mundane and utilitarian a business as that conducted by Hammacher, Schlemmer 6=? Co., wholesale hardware merchants. The ditty is entitled "Ham macher, Schlemmer, I Love You!," conceived by one of the innumerable song-writers who have sprung up like proverbial and over-worked mush rooms since Cyrus Q. Garfinkle first realised that a motion picture isn't really great unless it has a theme song, and it is dedicated to the proposition that Hammacher, Schlemmer hammers and sashweights are created with ma lice toward none and hard wear for all. And when an idea is incorporated for the purpose of satire in a success ful revue, that idea has come to stay. Cyrus Q. Garfinkle has a lot to answer for. Of course that isn't really his name, but we will call him that for short since, like all men whose inimit able genius through the ages has brought gladness and a higher scale of living to the proletariat by comparable innovations, he shall be nameless. For ever is his real identity lost to the countless thousands whose existence he has brightened, together with the man who invented paper matches, the fel low who devised shirts with collars at tached, and that inestimable superman who discovered tomato juice for the morning after the night before. Now it remains only for some enter prising magazine to offer us a cartoon entitled "Indoor Sports of the Intel ligentsia," indicating that noble stratum of society hot on the trail of the fun niest theme song of the season. And maybe you think that's easy. SUCH is the favorite pastime in Hol lywood, and like wildfire this fasci' nating and brain-fagging parlor game is spreading eastward over our land. In Hollywood, however, it is some thing more serious than a drawing room trick. (No one in Hollywood who is anyone admits of anything less impressive than a drawing room.) It has become the business of everyone employed in the movie industry on the Pacific coast, from the merest first- as sistant office boy to the highest priced associate producer (associate producers are like the vice-presidents of a bank), to write down — if he can write — any title that occurs to him during the day or night which might prove suitable for some picture some day. Thus one finds, on a tour through any of the studios, all manner of employes wan dering around the corridors or on the sets, with fixed, rapt expressions, their lips mumbling incoherently; and it turns out that they aren't actors learn' ing to say in accents clear and Oxonian, "Egad, Jack Dalton, this cannot go on no farther!" but are humble theme- song-title-thinkers-up. The Chief's waste basket is daily cluttered with slips of paper reading, "Thru Differ ent Eyes, You'd Still Look Good to Me," "A Man's Man Is What I Need," "The Woman from Hell Who Showed Me Paradise," ad infinitum. Besides these semi-pros, there have been imported into Hollywood for every studio at least a dozen song ven dors from Tin Pan Alley, whose only occupation is to conceive a title suit able to a certain picture and then to grind out a tune that sounds enough like "Ramona" or "Charmaine" to be successful, but not enough like them to bring suits for plagiarism upon the innocent lords of the industry. This establishment of a new department of the toddling industry (it has finally been admitted that, now that movies have learned to talk, they have dropped their swaddling clothes) was inevitable. At first writing theme songs was a simple business. If a song could be written (and sung, by golly) called "Woman Disputed, I Love You," then that was obviously the blue print for all theme songs. What was good enough TME CHICAGOAN for Norma Talmadge was not to be sniffed at by lesser lights. But as the all-talking, all-sound picture established the theme song as a permanent fixture, that phase of the motion picture be came more complex. Suddenly, "Red Skin, I Love You!" seemed inane; some young upstart thought of "Red Skin, Why Are You Blue?" It occurred to the powers that be that the possibili ties in theme-song titles were endless and practically unplumbed, heaven help us! AS time, in its infinite mercy, went z\ on, the theme song that had made grandma happy was considered old fashioned and inept, and the reaction ary who, after days of unsuccessful ef fort to name a theme song for "The Man I Love," proudly suggested, "Man I Love, I Love You," was summarily dismissed. He was given the curt ex planation that the industry must make way for young blood with newer, more timely ideas, much as it grieved them to release an old and trusted, tried and true employe who had given to the company the best eight months of his life. The song was ultimately called, "Lady Godiva, Go Bob Your Hair." And so it came about that a suc cessful writer of musical comedy books and lyrics was recruited from the fast dwindling ranks of Broadway to de vote his talent to bigger and better all- talking, all-sound musical comedy movies. He found himself faced with the stupendous duty of writing a theme song for "King of the Khyber Rifles." After hours of conference with super visors, assistant supervisors, directors, assistant directors, yes-men, camera men, sound men, composers and pro ducers, he departed to his lonely Louis Quatorze cot in the neo-Gothic bed room of his neo-Spanish pink stucco forty-room bungalow in Beverly Hills. After a fretful night of tossing and twisting, he arose and returned to the studio with the result of his nocturnal cerebration. His suggestion was "King of the Khyber Rifles, It's Our Shot gun Wedding Day." After three votes had been cast, it was decided at the end of a week that the title was not suf ficiently dignified for a picture starring Victor McLaglen, although they ad mitted it had the merit of relevance. After two more weeks of intensive con centration on a title that would tie up readily with the name of the pic ture the song was finally called "Flower of Delight." 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Telephone Wabash 1904 Canadian Pacific World's Greatest Travel System Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Cheques — Good the World Over 30 imcmcAGOAN W2SSF Coin tie COPk hWoodsj / 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! BreeiyPoint On Big-Pelican Lake, Pequot, Minnesota, Ok (Deauville oftfojforlkf 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 hoy 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! Writer Write now for beautiful descriptive brochure giving complete information. Write to: CAPT. W. H. FAWCETT Breezy Point Lodge, Pequot, Minn. GO. -CHICAGO Coming East, Young Man? By LUCIA LEWIS Carmel, New York. IT is bad enough to be caught in any- city on a hot week-end, but if the city happens to be New York it is sheer tragedy. The streets echo in dreary emptiness, your eastern friends are abroad, out west on a ranch, or somewhere in the country, and when business keeps you over for the fol lowing week you are simply sunk. So my first warning to t.b.m. who come east in summer is to carry in the left- hand coat pocket, next to Joe's, John's, Bruno's and Louis' cards, a handy list of pleasant inns to which they may skip should they fail to snare a week end bid or prefer a peaceful little in terlude all alone. In this department's current cruise of the New York coun tryside some old favorites revisited have come smilingly through the test of separation, and new spots have bobbed up that should be included on that list. Here you are then — oh men of dull Sundays, motor wanderers, and would- be summer residents of the east! ONE of the old favorites for whoop ing it up — in a nice way — is Briarcliff Lodge up the Hudson. Only an hour or so from the metropolis it offers all the comforts of a city hotel in rustic environs, excellent golf, splen did food, and a goodly crowd of pleas ant people. In Mamaroneck, the Lawrence Inn provides charming hospi tality, and some of the most perfect seafood on the east coast. Also up this way are Gedney Farms, an expansive stretch of hotel and lovely grounds. A similar inn — not quite so breezy and "country" in feeling — is the one at Forest Hills, just fifteen minutes from Pennsylvania Station. The town itself is a bit too much like a picture post card but it is practically the center of the tennis universe, and aside from seeing a dazzling match almost any day vo'ir chances are excellent for rubbing elbows with racquet stars all the way from Tilden to Wills, if that means something to you. On Long Island, however, my pet spot is Canoe Place Inn down at Hampton Bays, a little ultra and all that but just about perfect when you feel fashionable and merry. If you don't feel that way there is nothing more serene, east or west, than the tiny White Turkey Inn hidden away three miles north of Danbury just off the New Milford Road. The catch in this place is that Mrs. Morgan, the owner, will not put you up for the night un less you are sent by someone she knows, so scurry about and get your references. Failing these, it is possible to motor up for tea or dinner in about three hours and after a few visits you may be asked to stay for the week-end. The effort is well worth your while. The inn's own gardens produce your vegetables, its own chickens are broiled fresh from the farmyard, home-made bread is toasted in a new way over a wood fire, fresh strawberries are sur rounded by yellow cream from the inn's herd. The house is very aged with exquisite antiques, and since never more than eight people are taken overnight it is exactly as if you were visiting in an old home that simply drips peace, quiet and tradition with a lot of comfort to boot. Another place where an introduc tion is required is the Yama Farms de velopment at Napanoch started by a group of prominent New Yorkers a few years ago and now a howling suc cess. This introduction, too, is worth fighting for. Here you pay a flat rate (a good one) and then forget about money and make yourself at home. Horses, tennis, golf, everything is in cluded in that first rate and if you get lazy and spend all your time reading under a tree it's just too bad, that's all. Vacationers who plan a long enough stay to take a place of their own can be rustic, woodsy, or salt watery with equal facility in the east. Those who long to hear the lowing of cattle, smell hay, and mingle with sturdy farmers at the village store cannot do better than the Duchess County region where these words are penned. A little old house rented or bought up around Car mel, Pawling or Danbury is my idea of the thing in summer rest cures. You get supplies from a neighboring farmer, you fish, you swim, you play golf (nice little community courses or the fine one at the Danbury Club) vou ride all over the interesting hills and woods and the natives are friendlv — more friendly than some of the taciturn tillers of the soil farther up in New England. Not far removed in distance but TUE CHICAGOAN 31 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 Blow Hot- Blow Cold! you forget sticky evenings in L'Aiglon's rooms, evenly cooled . . . with crabflakes shivering on ice, cold meats and truffles quivering in aspic . . . you laugh at stormy nights in the friendly glow of L'Aiglon's pleasant tables . . . before a golden broiled Pom- pano, a crunchy, tender young squab . . . no matter how the thermom eter shifts or your mood changes . . . we rise to the occasion! Luncheon Supper Dinner Dancing quite far in sophistication is Westport, where big name hunters like to stalk the writers, artists, and other shining lights who live there. Nice town though, and the celebrities are a jolly lot. If you go in for artist colonies there are some places to rent in and about Woodstock, New Jersey, where the woods are thick with writers and painters. A colony that is jealously protected from the Greenwich Village or resort atmosphere is tucked under the Palisades at Sneeden's Landing, al most closer to New York than Hobo- ken, and up in Tannerville Port there is a similar one. At these two places the residents are celebrities as is celebri ties; no gin parties, no batik, no arty stuff, just simple kindly folk once you get settled among them. If I were not being rustic at Carmel I'd find me a place in the Jersey High lands. Up from Hohokus (one of my favorite names anywhere), to Spring Valley and around the Ramapo Range the country is superb and remarkably free of tourist crowds. It is rich in secluded old farmhouses or little cot tages for rent and sale, and if you don't happen on just the thing in driving around, the town hardware dealer or grocer always knows everything that's available for miles about. H ere an dTh ere Twenty-two East Ontario Delaware 1909 Addenda: Two good bets for dudes, dudines and dudelets. The V-A in South Dakota (reached via Hot Springs, Hermosa, Rapid City or Custer) is a real ranch. Sam Moses, the manager and an old hand at ranching, provides genuine western surroundings, comfortable but no fancy stuff. Small and choice. If you like your ranches trimmed up, better make it Jim Gratiot's at Dubois, Wyoming. The Blackstone has nothing on this for luxury. A popular oasis for those who take their luxury with them into the wilds is Breezy Point Lodge at Pelican Lake, Minnesota. Very gay it is, too, even the private cabins offering a wealth of sybaritic fittings and service. The country about the Lodge, however, is one of Minnesota's most un disturbed forest regions and offers generous opportunities for fishing, riding, and camp ing trips. ... It is not at all early to book for world cruises, Mediterranean trips, and other winter travel. Hie yourself to your travel bureau to select a stateroom and ship before all the good pickings are over. . . . On the new one-day flight from Kansas City to Los Angeles, passengers report that pilots will, if requested, go a little off their course to fly over the Grand Canyon giv ing an awesome and splendid birdseye view. No extra charge. . . . Traveling for sport in a big way is expertly handled by the Alexander Barns Company, who arrange shooting trips in India and Africa, manag ing everything from your fireside to the tiger, tiger burning bright. Chicago ad dress, Ten East Elm Street. 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 short 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 rfto GRAND BEACH MICHIGAN 32 TME CHICAGOAN Let Your race Be Beautiful This Summer . . . Wise faces know the penalties of sunburning — the dry, discolored skin, the coarsened, aging look. Fastidious faces know the art of avoiding these penalties, under guidance of Mme. Helena Rubin' stein, the world's foremost facial authority. Before venturing outdoors, your skin should be safeguarded against sunburn and freckles with Helena Rubinstein's scientific summer cre ations — Vala^e Sunproof Cream or Valase Sunproof Lotion. Each is a powder foundation, decidedly flattering to the skin. Call at the salon at 670 N.Michigan Avenue, for summer consultation You are most cordially invited to call at the Helena Rubinstein Salon for consultation on correct summer care of your skin. If you like the tan vogue, learn the art of applying a gorgeous sunproof Gypsy Tan, instead of sub jecting your beauty to the burning rays of the sun. Or, learn the latest nuances in make-up for your individual type. This service is ^without obligation. Here, too, in an atmosphere of calm, undisturbed charm — you may find new beauty for yourself in the masterly Beauty Treatments for Skin, Hair, Hand or Eyes. Even a single treat ment accomplishes wonders ! PARIS LONDON 670 North Michigan Ave. The CI4ICACOENNE Gadgets and Doodads By MARCIA VAUGHN THE writer of this column should have a conscience or a system but, having neither, I manage to have a pretty good time of it. Obeying the solemn traditions of the so-called fash ion world, I stepped forth briskly to find out what the famous designers are doing with fall hats, furs, fabrics, lines and colors, only to find myself toying with trick shakers and cigarette boxes at Hipp and Coburn's and gap ing joyfully at bathing ensembles in the Tailored Woman shop. Honestly, no one is very authentic as yet about the fall things and the startling styles that are introduced now won't look so good to us in September and October so why bother, even if we are scooped on that first lone fall hat? Then ho for the gadgets that gave me such a big afternoon, with just a word for the one autumn trend I did bag. To wit: Mary Giddings, who has just moved into her swagger new salon at 680 North Michigan, tells' me she is add ing a fur division (early in July) where she will design individual coats and wraps that promise to be every bit as fashionable and gracefully well-fit ting as her other fabric costumes. The distinguished Mr. Nestler of Jaeckei's in New York has been called to take charge of this section, and the combina tion of Giddings designs and Nestler fur selections should be a happy one. The new salon is worth visiting, too. A stately old house has been done over by Koch in interesting modern fashion — soft indirect lighting, dashing wall designs and hangings, with a delightful little garden lavishly taking up Michi gan Avenue frontage but walled off to give Giddings patrons a secluded spot for rest periods in the strenuous business of costume building. UP the street at 750 North Michi gan the fall fashion quest went a-glimmering when the Tailored Woman showed me what can be done with the bathing ensemble. For a cos tume that is smart and gay but not freakish, swimmable but attractive, give me the four-piece set they have in fine jersey with cretonne coat. The trunks are fitted on a snug waist band with pleats sewed in at the sides to give a gay little flare. The short straight tunic affair slipped over the trunks has dashing circles of yellow, orange, henna, and what have you floating on its surface, with the crc tonne coat repeating the circular motif in similar tones; not matched, mind you, but cleverly harmonised. Top this off with the bright bandanna that completes the outfit and you will be decorative on any beach, before or after water. They have another smart en- semble in a blue jersey with dull silver threads of rayon woven into it. Very practical and decidedly good looking. Everything shown here, from beach hats to bathing shoes, is beautifully dc signed, and they are past masters at the elimination of the details that cheapen so many beach costumes. Next to fancy bathing suits the curse of many a summer has been its pro- cession of fussy shoes, but this year we may be spared that spectacle. Shoes are gayer than ever but gayety is pro duced by ingenious manipulation of leathers and fabrics, piecing, perforat' ing, weaving, and by strong new color contrasts and harmonies. No flimsy effects, very little wishy-washy paint and embroidery, and a satisfying ab' sence of frilly ties and bows. THOSE who creaked about in straw sandals in other seasons will be de' lighted with the new woven leather that Wolock and Bauer have evolved. In a honey color it has a rich silky straw effect and it is quiet. Another cool thing is their oxford punched full of holes — comes in two tones of several colors or in one color. It sounds gaudy but is really a dignified little thing, and in one color is subdued enough for 'town wear. Of course it may be all over the loop in a week or two but it is awfully good while it lasts. (Field's offer some new gloves per' forated to match the perforated shoes. Amusing and refreshing on the hot days when it is so hard to remember that a lady must wear gloves on the street.) Something that cannot be copied easily is the pieced leather style, which has strips and triangles of leather in' serted in the vamp to make a really fine slipper. Pieced leather bags to match the slippers may be had here TI4E CHICAGOAN 33 Dawn* —and College Inn Tomato Juice Cocktail CAME the grinning sun . . • your tongue fuzzier than a top hat . . . and you faintly rec ollect a cadenza of laughter and a tinkle of glasses. If you're wise, you'll pour a glass of College Inn Tomato Juice Cocktail. Quickly you'll find new vigor . . . that un diluted juice of sun-ripened to matoes blended with spices and lemon . . . all ready to serve cs=gi . . . "hits the spot." Food JllpL shops sell it... drug stores j _' '\ serve it. College Inn Food feiyijBjs Products Co. , Chicago. I||iujfii«| Chicken a la King . . . 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ROUNDING out the sports spec tator outfit, we arrive and stay at the Hipp and Coburn shop in the Wrigley Building Annex. Their gold sports pins are full of action — pawing horses, barking little Scotties, tennis racquets, riding crops, golf clubs, all in meticulous miniatures. They have some unique bracelets with wild ducks and fox heads carved in crystal, but my favorite bracelet is a very horsey one in plain gold, each piece in it being a part of the riding regalia — tiny stir rup, bit, bridle, every familiar accoutre ment linked about the wrist. "And while you are here," smiled the tempter, "let me show you a little jade necklace at six hundred fifty." A set of this beautiful dark jade pendant on an exquisitely designed chain and the handsome square jade ring I also saw here should be tried on that little woman who has everything. 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Lorillard Co., Est. 1760 BOOK/ The World's Fair in L 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. air in JLove an By SUSAN WILBUR d w ar THE last time we had a world's fair here in Chicago peo ple from the far east, that is to say from Port land, Maine, and from Boston, hesitated at first about coming. They heard about the Fort Dearborn Massacre and were afraid that it might break out again and interrupt their sightseeing. In the end, however, most of them got here. And then the next thing was to find out whether everything was true that people had told them. Maiden ladies were to be seen slip ping out behind the Chicago Beach Hotel at night. To taste the lake and see if it was really as free from sodium chloride as it was cracked up to be. Nowadays, of course, we have more or less lived down the Fort Dearborn story. Partly perhaps because the far east began trying California at the time when the war spoiled the trans- Atlantic service. And a few of them happened to notice as they passed through that there wasn't much room for tepees. Not that we are really better off. For where the first world's fair was only a question of arrows and of maiden ladies in the far east, this new one will have a reputation for snipers with sawed off shot guns to work against, and this reputation is by now practically worldwide. I HAVE not heard of the world's fair publicity committee giving Pro- fessor Charles Edward Merriam of the University of Chicago a retaining fee But if such a retaining fee had been offered and now represented the origin of his new book, "Chicago: A More Intimate View of Urban Politics," I can imagine money worse spent. It is too late now for mere optimism to go very far. Let it be announced that machine guns are never used on Michigan Avenue and points east, and that only a small percentage of Chi' cago ever gets shot anyway, and it will only serve to further alarm the pros- pective purchaser of time tables. But give him this careful and competent analysis of the situation by a man who is not only a professor, and an east erner, but a Chicago ex- alderman who has had six terms in which to see the works from the inside, and he will realise that things must be seen in pro portion. Where gangland comes in, what its relation is to the "big fix,-" to the police, to the city hall. Not the least reassuring aspect of the book be ing this. That if our disabilities are so clearly seen in 1929 they will, by inference, have been disposed of well before 1933. For having got the "big fix" dis cussed, Professor Merriam goes on to show that the gangs who use machine guns are not the only gangs alive in the city at this moment. There are also the Municipal Voters' League, the Citizens' Association, the City Club, the Civic Federation, the Bureau of Public Efficiency, the Woman's City Club, the League of Women Voters, the Chicago Crime Commission, the Commercial Club, the Association of Commerce, and so on. And when all these gangs get together on any one thing they are quite as likely as not to put it across. All of which is perhaps too prag matic a way in which to talk about a book that is in the last analysis quite theoretical, an attempt not to solve problems but merely to see them. A BOOK which is less likely to be of assistance insofar as 1933 is concerned is Edward L. Sullivan's "Rattling the Cup on Chicago Crime." And this in spite of its enthusiastic endorsement, in the words of Philip Yarrow, of Commissioner Russell. Mr. Sullivan, formerly sports editor of a Chicago newspaper, has been out of town for some time now, and though he gives a convenient lineup of gang killings and of related matters scat tered through years of newspapers, when it comes to remembering little details he is likely if anything to re member them bigger. That bill for instance that Mrs. Al Capone didn't want any change from. Two hundred dollars, or at least so I have been in formed, in the story as originally told, it has now taken on a considerably larger dimension. TWE CHICAGOAN 35 JULY 4TH "Just to be safe and sane/' he said, tendering the flowers. "'Wien- hoeber doesn't handle fireworks, you know." "I'm glad they do not," she smiled. "These are marvelous — thanks, so much.'' ERNSTWIENHOEBERca * FLORISTS u NO. 22 EAST ELM ST. SUPERIOR 060<? 9H NO MICHIGAN AVE. SUPERIOR OOfS 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. THERE are two periods of Euro pean history that I have always felt I should never dare to take a chance on. Not if I were a Chinese taking a civil service examination and my life depending upon it. One of these is the War of the Roses. The other is the Guelphs and Ghibellines. However, since reading Susanne Traut- wein's "The Lady of Laws," I am be ginning to feel as though, given one or two more novels just like it, I might perhaps begin to know at least what the Guelphs and Ghibellines thought they were about, and why their rather simple sounding tactics seemed to work so much oftener than you would have expected them to. This book is not in the least like Lion Feuchtwanger's 'Tower,1'' but in its pattern and in its choice of a central figure it is at least equally extraordi nary. Throughout history you will occasionally find a woman. But there was perhaps never a more unlikely time for finding one than at Bologna in the early seventeenth century. As the Duke Lambertaszi put it, there were two places for ladies, in the home and in the convent. But Ravegnana's father had been a jurist, and at his behest she had become one too. Her serious ways got on Lambertazzfs nerves from the moment he saw her approaching the church to be ordained. And she who would by temperament as well as by purpose never have be come wife or mistress presently finds herself by an act of violence the mother of a son. And in spite of it all remains as notable as ever. Is painted as a madonna, gets back her law school job, and is even appointed head of a char itable organization. Which isn't quite the end, however, for Lamberta^i still holds cards that he is only waiting to play. It is a book which sets the two outstanding spiritual facts of the Ital ian Renaissance against each other in the form of two persons, cruelty versus contemplation. THERE may be more tigers on the jacket of Mary Hastings Bradley's new book, "Trailing the Tiger," than there are tigers actually shot in the course of the narrative. But for all that, the excitement does not at any time run low. When they are not holding their breath for twelve hours at a stretch in some blind in the jungles either of Sumatra or of French Indo' China, they are visiting the villages of natives for whom other natives were After all, to safeguard health or to assist in the restoration of health, a pure soft water is advis able— Competent medical and analytical authorities have declared that CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water [Bottled at the Springs.} is the purest and softest spring water in the world. Try it — Drink eight glasses of Chippewa Water a day for two weeks. If you are not completely satisfied that it is the best and most beneficial you ever drank, we will refund your money. Telephone Roosevelt 2920 Chippewa Spring Water Company 1318 South Canal Street 36 TUECUICAGOAN Now open, and serving a selective clientele — Sky Harbor Petrushka Club, five miles west of Glencoe on Dundee Road. Members may make table reservations for themselves and guests by tele phoning the Club house, Northbrook 64, or our City Offices, State 1^60 CLUB AMBASSADEUR 226 East Ontario A distinguished night club implies a careful cuisine, a proper set ting, superior patrons, splendid entertainment for these, THE AMBASSADEUR. Dancing, of course tINECLOTO fORMtN AND BOYS A&ta&rBest RANDOLPH AND WAWSH-CHIOCO until recent years a staple of diet along with an occasional foreigner, and who accordingly had to regulate the death penalty somewhat strictly in order to keep the supply steady. Or they are hunting for a really good Chinese res taurant in Shanghai at a moment in the revolutionary troubles when to be white is to be a legitimate target. Though there is, to be sure, an oc casional respite such as plain sightsee ing in Darjeeling, or Dutch cooking in Sumatra, or cream puffs for breakfast in Saigon, the Paris of Asia. Book Briefs The Lady of Laws, by Susanne Traut- wein. (Elliot Holt.) $2.50. Another excellent example of the new German school of historical fiction. Scene: Bologna at the time of the plague and the Guelph and Ghibelline troubles. Heroine: a lady who was also a professor of law. The Book League Monthly's choice for June. Trailing the Tiger, by Mary Hastings Bradley. (D. Appleton and Co.) $3.50. The story of tiger hunting in Sumatra and in French Indo-China and of plain travel adventures in India, Burma, Java, the Malay Peninsula, and China, told with Mrs. Bradley's characteristic verve and humor. Myths After Lincoln, by Lloyd Lewis. (Harcourt, Brace 6? Co.) Lincoln's as sassination, coming as it did when the country was in a neurotic state of war- weariness, and used as it was by Stanton and others of the cabinet to foment fresh hatred of the South, was the ground work for a vast structure of myth — be ginning with the tale that John Wilkes Booth was not killed but had escaped, and showing itself today by the frequent doubt whether the body of Abraham Lincoln is really in the tomb prepared for it. Mr. Lewis traces the growth of this vast structure of legend, sifts from it the truth about Booth's motives, the assassination, and what followed, and en deavors to explain it in terms of uni versal myth-making. And in addition he paints a lurid picture of the debauch of vocal grief and pulpit eloquence that characterized the first stages. Vivandiere, by Phoebe Fenwick Gaye. (Horace Liveright.) $2.50. This first novel by an English writer has had a tremendous reception in England and de serves it. Against a vivid and realistic account of Napoleon's jaunty march to Moscow and miserable scramble back is set the romantic love of a vivandiere for the only partially worthy Lieutenant Gervais, a love which rises from its one wild and destructive burst of jealousy to a pure selflessness. Something which sounds as if it were "romantic" in the bad sense, but which is not. And there is humor in the book as well as death and terror. The picture of the occupation of Moscow is particularly notable as a piece of unconventional but true writing on war. Where Paris Dines: With Informa- WOOD is coining back to its own for Interior Decoration We Specialize in Producing Antique Effects Visit Our Studio Inquiries Invited KELLY INTERIOR CRAFTS COMPANY 905-1 1 N. 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But for the somewhat-less-than-three-million who maintain a close touch with the Town, who sense its reactions and have thought for its outlook— For the civilized and astute minority who have achieved a thoroughly urbane and civil viewpoint of local life and its amusing facets— For the Towndweller, whatever his number, who has a taste for wit, grace and contemporary reading— -we commend THE CHICAGOAN. The subscription price is three dollars the year Five dollars for two years The address is four-o-seven south dearborn q Not lightly chosen One's gowns . . . one's jewels . . . one's cigarette. . . . These things are so much a part of the subtle web of personality, that clever women choose them as they would a confidante. . . . And though every gown is different. and gems vary, their taste in cigarettes is strikingly uniform. They have chosen Camels. © 1929, R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Co., Wins