July JUiy^y «£&(§© Reg. U. S. Pat. Off CECIL DDREM ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE P A C K A R D Greatest Spring Sales in History T)ACKARD sold more cars in the month -*- of May than in any May in the company's history. April before it was the greatest April that Packard has ever enjoyed. After all, the motoring public is the final judge of merit — and the greatest spring business in Packard's history can only be a tribute to the quality and Two-thirds of all Packard Standard Eight business comes from those who give up other makes of cars. This is most significant when country-wide records indicate that ninety- six per cent of all Packard owners remain in the Packard family — replace their old Packards with new ones. If you are considering the reputation of Packard cars. Standard Eight Sedan $2 331 Purchase of a new Car' inves" Even more important is . tigate the three Packard . .. D i j Custom Eight Sedan $3878 5 the tribute to Packard supre- d Straight- Eight lines — macy that is found in the re- De Luxe Eight Sedan $5884 Standard> Custom ard , rr, . , ,. Delivered in Chicago ^ cords of Packard ownership. 6 DeLuxe. PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY of CHICAGO Twenty-Fourth and Michigan BRANCHES • LINCOLN PARK EVANS TON HUBBARD WOODS TI4EGWICAGOAN i 0fm m- «!» mKr am Sm •*¦*> JHHk -^iH* \jr mmm wjr ww m mm vw The Robinson Seagull Sedan is the quintessence of luxurious travel. (( A Sterling Petrel 200 h. p. engine, strongest engine of this power and approximate revolutions, in finest precision balance, contributes speed to luxury with the effortless freedom of winged flight (( It costs less with the Sterling Petrel. <» ¦• <• «» Sterling Engine Company Buffalo, New York U. S. A. ;,,'"¦' Other Sterling Engines StttliUti from 12 to 565 h. p. ?Tms. TWECWICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy PLEASURE BOUND— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A hand some and rollicking show abounding in good clean fun and headlined celebrities, \ this piece should weather the dog days ' admirably. It offers Phil Baker, Jack Pearl, Eileen Stanley, Shaw and Lee. If , one can endure theatre in summer, Pleas ure Bound is most entertaining. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. A CONNECTICUT YANKEE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A lively, amusing, satiric and tuneful stage piece built on the Arthurian Cycle and rejoicing in ladies more agile than was the fair Elaine. Altogether a brave eve ning before the footlights. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama AFTER : DARK— Woods, 54 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A melodrama in the ancient manner designed to be as sisted by a co-operative audience with appropriate boohs and hisses. It does fairly well. One's enjoyment depends on whether or not one can enter into the caterwauling. A great many patrons can. Might try it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE NUT FARM— Cort, 132 North Dear born. Central 0019. The best stage comedy in town. Wallace Ford is in gratiating and humorous in his role. He is admirably supported by Helen Lowell and Pat O'Brien. Better choose a cool night and drop in. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. DRACULA— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. For people who enjoy a good scare this blood'sucking drama is a Frigidaire down the spine. It is most adequately ghoulish and gibbering. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Vaudeville THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977 . A cool and comfortable the atre displaying a weekly menu supervised by Keith-Albee. This time of year first magnitude stars are known to lose their individual places in the stage universe and blend with the Keith-Albee nebula. Call the box office for weekly programs. STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. Orpheum circuit vaudeville changing weekly, but now and then hold ing over a feature act. Call the box office for definite information. Burlesque STAR AND GARTER— Madison at Hal- sted. A raucous and crowded stage which draws pretty well during the sunr ; mer doldrums. It is a novelty to the blase theatregoer, a source document for the student of the stage, and the grand- "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— July, by Cecil Ogren Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Music and Meals 4 Editorially 7 Chicago Tennis, by James Weber Linn 9 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 10 Week-End Manners, by Francis C. Coughlin 11 The Chicago Woman's Club, by Ruth G. Berman 13 Prizes, by Scott Brown 14 Town Talk 15 Raddio, by Alan Dunn... 16 Helique, by Anderson 17 Boating, by Carl Rose 18 The Waltz, by Webb 19 Summer Attire, by Gaba.: 20 Salmon O. Levison, by Robert Pol- lak 21 Travel, by Lucia Lewis 23 Stage, by Charles Collins 24 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 26 The Roving Reporter 30 Books, by Susan Wilbur 34 est spectacle ever heard of for West Madison Street's wide ranging popula tion. Midnight Saturday. STATE-CONGRESS— 531 South State. A midnight show (Saturday) in the unre fined burlesque tradition. It is, so to speak, elemental theatre. And the house is fairly cool. RIALTO— 336 South State. A late and merry burlesque house, perhaps the most fashionable of them all. It is surpris ingly brisk, occasionally very funny and — for the squeamish — gratifyingly re spectable. CINEMA UNFTED ARTISTS— Randolph at Dear born. A film parlor usually vocal and always laudably restrained in presenting its entertainment. No orchestra. Con tinuous. McVICKERS— 25 West Madison. Bala- ban and KaU reserve their best celluloid for this house. There is no band music ROOSEVELT— 110 North State. Also a "good film" theatre, slightly smaller and unfortunately a great deal more milita ristic than the preceding places. It is continuous. CHICAGO— State at Lake. Still and talk ing film, still and talking choruses, enter tainers, orchestras, revues, acrobats, vaudeville and what not. Continuous and crowded. ORIENTAL— Randolph between State and Dearborn. The complete synthesis of all theatre didoes ever heard of. Bands, acts, hoopla and ushers all over the place. A film now and then. MONROE — Monroe at Dearborn. A quiet and little known theatre modestly de voted to showing motion pictures. GRANADA— Sheridan ' at Devon. The best north. MARBRO— 4 1 00 West Madison. The best west. AVALON— 79th and South Chicago. The best couth. 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 * Central standard time. For reservations and information 'phone State 7111. All planes take off from the Municipal Air Port, 63rd 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. 9— Tuly 20, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. rUE CHICAGOAN 3 One Day Does Not a Summer Make Nor One Costume a Wardrobe ... so says the successful vacationist, and goes to Stevens for those impeccable little Cotton Suits she wears on cool Club House verandas ... to Stevens, too, for her briefs backed Tennis Frocks . . . and for the sophisticated flutters of Chiffon she dons for dancing. And of course to Stevens for the dozen and one accessories she can't find anywhere else . . . her Shoes and Hose . . . the correct Hand^Bags and Gloves . . . and the very newest ideas in Costume Jewelry. CHAJ • A* /TEVEN/ • & • EEC/ 17 North State Street Michisan Avenue Shop— Stevens Hotel 4 TI4ECWICAGOAN p. m. Ar. 6:5? 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. LWCOLH, NEB.— Lv. 8:00 a. m. Ar. 1:30 p. m. Stops at Cedar Rapids, Des Moines and Omaha. Two-passenger cabin planes. TABLES Downtown BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Harrison 4300. A splendid and somewhat aloof hostelry long notable for food, service, accommodation. Undoubt- edly a high point in Chicago civilisation. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. Largest of the world's hotels and intelligently scaled down to the needs of the individual guest, the Stevens offers roof garden dancing and promenade with Ralph Foote's band until 2. Stalder is headwaiter. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Mich igan. Harrison 3800. A boulevard show place alert and glittering the Balloon Room is a favored retreat any summer's night. Gene Fosdick's band. Ray Bar- rette is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at ' Monroe. Randolph 7500. A gracious and alto gether hospitable inn well centered to the Town, the Palmer House offers an ad mirable cuisine and exceptional music by the Palmer House Symphony. Muller is maitre d'hotel. BLACKHAWK CAFE— 139 North Wabash. Dearborn 6260. A place for dancing and young, lively, much synco pated until 1 a. m. The Four Horsemen band. Dan Tully is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. A downtown night club strong in entertainment. A mixed patronage. Fairly late and fairly lively. Good food is briskly served up. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Cookery done staunchly and well after the English manner is here brought to imposing per fection. A dining room for men. And upstairs a room for men and women. Until 9 p. m. Charles Dawell is pro prietor. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madison. Franklin 2363. American victual is set forth in a manner which makes for public thanksgiving at the nearest Washington monument. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. North EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. By and large the Marine Dining Room, cooled by the lake and properly served, is as thoughtful a dinner and dance selec tion as exists hereabouts. Very nice people. Ted Fiorito's band. [listings begin on page 2] LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. May we suggest a brief stroll through the incred ible circus of Oak Street Beach to be followed — and soothed — by dinner is this tavern to the authentic Gold Coast? John Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Another knowing and proper choice for dining and dancing. Jack Chapman's band. Dancing until 2 week nights and 3 Satur day. Exceptionally good people. The Drake is largest of the class hotels. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A pleasant choice for guest or diner anywhere on the mid- north side. Well administered in the kitchen. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. A late and extremely aware night refuge strumming to Jimmy Noone's band and animated by knowing and pleasure loving customers. Ernie Hales is headwaiter. Eye-taking hostesses. Open until early mass, any way. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Also a late and knowing resort which does its best until dawn or after. Eddie Jackson's colored band. Southern and Chinese cooking. Hawaiian enter tainers and handsome American hostesses. Gene Harris is headwaiter. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 North Mich igan. A fashionable and exclusive restaurant serving dinners out-of-doors in a flag-stoned court. Excellent people. Memorable cuisine. CAFE ANN'JEAN— 16 East Huron. A new cafe to open July 10 gives promise of being a gathering place for show people. It may be the kind of restaurant which you must discover early to hold up your prestige for shrewd dining. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 North Clark. Delaware 1456. Late, loud, long and lively. Any way to take it you give the party a break. KELLT'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. This ear-splitting club has been called more bad names by re formers than any two night places in the world. Why remains a mystery. But better see for yourself. Johnny Makeley is headwaiter. PEARSOH HOTEL— 190 East Pearson. Superior 8200. A quiet and aloof hotel admirably administered in all depart ments. A felicitous choice, indeed, for Sunday dinner. Good people. FRASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. An Italian restaurant pleasantly decorated with just a touch of Latin genius about the kitchen. A knowing trencherman drops in here every so often. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. An imposingly victualed German eating place which explains in stalwart edibles just what manner of men were the Prussian Guards. Herr Gallauer is proprietor. JIM IRELAHD'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 person. 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. J 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 the Julien family. And a show place. 6:30 sharp. Mama Julien looks after things. CAFE OLD STAMBOUL— 39 East Oak. Turkish victual set down in a levantine atmosphere for an unusual evening be hind the napkin. Mons. Mosgofian is proprietor. Pick a cool evening. RICKETTS— 2727 North Clark. An all night restaurant well patronized in a late and merry district. SALLT'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. The same, but so late it's almost a breakfast place. South SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. A marker for the discriminating diner on the mid-south side. An elaborate cuisine, a pleasant and musical dining room and the most soothing service yet to come to this chronicler's attention. CAFE LO UISI ANE— 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. Mildly Adventuresome (Under this heading we list eating places diverse alike in mode and mileu. Trial is the only touchstone of individual taste.) STRULEVITZ— 1217 South Sangamon. Canal 6838. Papa Elias who is owner, proprietor, cook and doorman supervises an extremely kosher kitchen with minute concern. He is happy to see guests, re joices in feeding them. Mention The Chicagoan. THE PAN'HELL— 711 South Halsted. A Greek bouquet of delights featuring an actual open air garden wherein food is served. The proprietor's name is Tsouloufis and eating is novel and nour ishing. THE VITTORIA— Ohio at St. Clair. Walk a bit south on St. Clair and enter by the door marked "Ladies Entrance." Signor Tambellini is host and sets an unostentatious table with Italian victual ravishingly prepared. Mention The . Chicagoan. TJ4E CHICAGOAN 5 FA MOD § SHADES SPEAK/ LL 11 TOW who would j[\ have thought the little old garrison, which they named for me, would have grown into a lusty young giant of a city. I can hardly credit it. But you oldsters can still remember when pigs ran squealing through the loop of your Chicago. If your memory isn't so accommo dating — turn to "Eighty Years Ago" in The Journal. It's a precious archive of Chicago's way back when, and The Journal remembers farther back than any other paper hereabouts." Shade of Father Dearborn CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL 6 THE CHICAGOAN A MONUMENT TO SEIOTCE J 1 1 11 n |S rwir t^^^ht THE 2,000 employes of The Chicago Daily News are proud of their new home. Twenty-five shining stories of '¦IS i steel and stone it stands at the cross roads of America's sec ond greatest population center as a fitting monument to serv ice rendered by The Chicago Daily News in the past. It is a pledge of still greater service demanded by a great country, a great city and a great community. In its 54 years of progressive journalism The Chicago Daily News has had one policy: uncompromising public service — through complete editorial independence and impartial pre sentation of news. That policy was fearlessly, consistently and ably administered by Victor F. Lawson during his regime as publisher and continued aggressively by Walter A. Strong when, at the death of Mr. Lawson, he took up his former chief's responsibilities as publisher. The Chicago Daily News occupies a prominent place in the business and home life of Chicago. For many years it has been the medium employed by merchants and manufacturers to convey their messages to the families who represent the buying power of Chicago and its trading area. Never was there any doubt as to the number of readers the advertiser would reach through this newspaper. A sworn statement of every day's actual paid circulation has been printed at the top of the editorial page of The Chicago Daily News since 1876. These daily state ments speak for themselves. Forty-eight leading Chicago institutions were advertisers in The Chicago Daily News in 1905 — many for years previous — some for more than fifty years. The same 48 firms are advertisers in The Chicago Daily News today. They are impressive in size, in volume of business, in invested capital, in solidity, in standing. They are repre sentative of that great body of merchandisers — national and local — who place more of their advertising in the columns of The Daily News than in any other Chicago daily news paper. They have grown as The Chicago Daily News has grown, to meet and to anticipate the ever increasing de mands of the people of a great city in a great country. "The Chicago Daily News invites you to visit its new home. "The bold strength of its mass and form, emphasized by its splendid location, make it an architectural masterpiece of this modern age. "Its strength, however, is merely the guarantee of the per manency of the ideal which lives within — a symbol of the loyal and fearless devotion of its personnel, throughout 54 years, which has made The Chicago Daily News one of the great exponents of modern journalism." WALTER A. STRONG, Publisher. 0 3 NATIONAL ADVERTISING REPRESENTATIVES CHICAGO— Woodward and Kelly, 360 North Michigan Ave. NEW YORK — John B. Woodward, 110 East 42nd Street. DETROIT — Woodward and Kelly, 408 Fine Arts Building. SAN FRANCISCO — C. George Krogness, 303 Crocker First National Bank Bldg. LOS ANGELES— A. A. Hinckley, Room 624, 117 West 9th Street. ATLANTA— A. D. Grant, 711-712 Glenn Building. THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS Daily News Plaza 400 W. Madison St. CHICAGO alia- : .;.v::C'- ,¦::/¦¦;.¦¦¦¦-¦¦¦¦¦ *ii^s| THAT man Dawes is incorrigible. His iconoclastic spirit, his con tempt for tradition, has impelled him to spoil the most standardised joke of the American press. Apparently nothing is sacred to him. For years it has been a custom that our ambassadors to Great Britain should supply our editorial writers, colum' nists and cartoonists with the comic theme of democracy in silken knee-breeches, bowing before royalty at the court of St. James. That they should become, so far as costume is concerned, butts of ridicule. Many an editor from Ko- komo to Kennebunk Port has been stimulated in his patriotic zeal and fortified in his plebeian austerity by the thought of Ambassador Harvey or Houghton, prancing in silver- buckled panties at Buckingham Palace. To present such a spectacle, as an awful example of the corrupting influ ence of a monarchy, was regarded as the principal purpose of an ambassador to England. He was supposed to go to his post of sacrifice murmuring nobly: "I regret that I have but one seat of the breeches to give to my country." And now that man Dawes has gone and wiped the sub ject off the assignment books of the nation's newspapers! He declined to be breeched. When the court chamberlain sent him an invitation suggesting that black silk knickers were in order for his debut before the throne, he replied that according to Magna Charta, the constitution of the League of Nations, and the state department's instructions, the appropriate costume was the uniform of his country's diplomatic service — a simple-hearted gentleman's evening dress. Whereupon the chamberlain exclaimed: "By Jove, I believe you're right! It's extraordinary that I never thought of it before." Thus Ambassador Dawes won his first diplomatic vic tory. He brilliantly outwitted the famous American sense of humor. The editors had their paddles ready for him, but Dawes was never a man to turn the other cheek. THIS is the season for praising Ravinia. So — There is a man in Chicago whose summer hobby costs him $7,500 a week. His name is Louis Eck stein, and his amusement is being gate-keeper to an Elysian Fields. He shares his pleasure with the community; he runs a paradise for the refreshment of the civic soul. Ravinia has an enchantment that transcends the art of opera. A spirit of serene ecstasy unrelated to musical melodrama broods over that bosky garden on the North Shore. The sharp angles of Chicago life are smoothed away, and overtones of the millennium are in the air. The place seems like a dream of the future in an H. G. Wells romance, peopled by gentle demi-gods in a state of beatitude. Opera, the most flamboyant and delirious of the arts, Editorially could not achieve this effect alone. The y roots of Ravinia are concerned with opera, but the beauty evoked there flowers upward toward a magic sky. Moonlight and star- shine are a part of it, and all the mysterious music of summer is its accompaniment. The katydids, talking like trolls among the trees, belong to it as much as the divas upon the stage. A generation of Chicagoans has found contentment at Ravinia; perhaps in some occult fashion their mood haunts the environment. It has become Chi cago's Sacred Grove. And Ravinia is Louis Eckstein. A hobby that costs $7,500 a week deserves the more impressive rating of a passion; and he has toiled over the place with passionate devotion. The annual deficit has been merely incidental to a much more extravagant expenditure of time and energy. He has worked like a lapidary over a great gem, re-cutting, polishing, adding new facets until the perfection of a crown jewel should be achieved. More than any of the singers who have appeared there, he is Ravinia's artist. He could run a steam yacht for that amount of money, Mr. Eckstein was once told. "I suppose so," he answered. "But it happens that I'm a bad sailor." ? CONSIDER the case of Frederic Woodward, vice- president of the University of Chicago. He could have had the presidency, they say, with a little cam paigning. But he isn't that kind of a man; he merely at tended to his job, doing the work of two or three men — pinch-hitting as president, serving as dean of the law school, toiling with the committee that combed the country to find a successor to Max Mason. With Mr. Woodward at the helm, the university had no sense of a loss of leadership. He carried on through the interim, with power, distinction and fidelity. He helped to find a dynamic leader in Hutchins of Yale and then cheerfully stepped back into a secondary role. Such modesty, the propagandists for success will tell you, never gets a man anything. Well, that depends. It has won Mr. Woodward the deep and abiding affection of his university. At a recent dinner of alumni, the welcome to Hutchins was warm, but the applause for Woodward was riotous. But you can't cash in on cheers, the go-getters say. Maybe not. However, the trustees of the University of Chicago have voted that Frederic Woodward shall receive, not as bonus or gift but as money well earned, the full salary of president for the past year, in addition to his own. Which means $.25,000. This action of the trustees was a handsome acknowledg ment of a magnificent service. The episode increases Chi cago's pride in its university. 8 TI4ECMICAGOAN introducing la rose a isab 7 a new scent ot lashion importance, oy isaoey^paris, presented to smart cmcago women oy sa ks ~ fiftk avenue :mcago TWE CHICAGOAN 9 Chi T icago l ennis Particularly the 'Good Old Days" By JAMES WEBER LINN THERE was a time, in the nineties, when Chicagoans played first-rate, or nearly first-rate tennis. I do not mean away back, when the Chase boys (born for tennis, even to the name) used to flip a coin to decide which of them should take the Western Championship. I mean the days of '93 to 1900, just after the Fair, when George Wrenn, and Carr Neel, and a little later Kriegh Collins, really played tennis that was tennis. There were others — William Scott Bond, and Sam Neel, were almost in the class of the Big Three, and Harry Waidner and Walter Slocum were not slouches, exactly. Bond and Waidner and Walter Slocum are still promi nent citizens; Walter, in fact, is principal of the Schurz high school, which is, he tells me, the largest high school in the world. But it is years and years and years since any of them played tournament tennis. Bond — once ranked in the first five — gave up tournament tennis, in fact, as soon as he left college and went into the real es tate business. He said it was bad advertising. I shouldn't wonder. Those were the days of the Kenwood Country Club. Some day the Saturday Evening Post will get Harry Boakes to write his reminiscences, and then we shall know our past. For Harry ran the Kenwood Country Club, and it was the center of tennis outside of New England. California produced great tennis players even then — the Neel boys came here from California — but also, in those days, California was a long way off, and you heard noth ing of it. Philadelphia, afterwards made famous by Wallace Johnson and then Bill Tilden the Great, had not even been heard of, in a tennis way. New York, like Chicago, has never been much, as a producer. New England was the tennis center; and the two best known tennis clubs in the country were the Longwood, at Boston, and the Kenwood Country Club. Long- wood still flourishes; but where the courts of the Kenwood Country Club ran along Forty-eighth Street from Ellis to Drexel is a mass of apartment houses now. This is progress. FOR the Western Championship all the stars from New England used to be imported. Sometimes they won, some times they lost. The Neels gave them real competition; and besides, how the Harvard lads did drink in those days! They were ama teurs in what the editor will allow me to call the fullest sense of the word. Often. But the most exciting of all the championship matches came, as I say, a little later still, when Kriegh Collins had made his name, and Carr Neel attempted to stage a come-back. Kriegh, slim, beautiful in memory, quicker than any cat, with the sharpest finishing shot at the net I ever saw — not a smash, but an angle-shot, that darted tangentially to the sideline inside the service line. Carr Neel, sturdy, bespectacled, with a handkerchief bound 'round his forehead always to keep the sweat out of his eyes, blocking, blocking, blocking. He had to be passed. Anything he could reach he could return — hard! He won the first two sets, Kriegh ran through him in the third like fire. There was a seven minute rest. Kreigh laughed and talked. Carr lay stripped, with his eyes shut, on a hard bench in the little locker-room, five men massaging him, a doctor- Joe Raycroft, head of physical education at i Princeton now, second in command of physical 10 TWQCUICACOAN education of the army during the war — overseeing everything. Thus for four minutes: then, "Dress him!" He was dressed; he went out and won the decisive set; and he never played tour nament tennis again. Not long after, poor Kriegh died. Then came the days, the years, al most the decades, when Chicago ten nis was absolutely dominated by Wal ter Hayes. Walter was a graduate of an Iowa college, who came to Chicago to go into business. When the Neels left, and Collins faded, Hayes took over the job of winning tournaments. He won more cups, I fancy, than any other man who competed in this sec tion. Tennis, as everybody knows, is a game of class. Nowadays tourna ments are always "seeded" — that is to say, the players who are given the best chance to win are placed in the draw-' ings in such a fashion that they will meet in the quarter-finals. Rarely is a seeded player beaten until he meets another seeded player; and nine times out of ten the players seeded first and second fight it out in the finals. Walter was nobody in the East; but he was the class in Chicago for years. He was our only hardy annual. Heath Byford should have beaten him, but didn't. Ralph Burdick blossomed for a while, but though Ralph seemed to have the sharper game, Walter was too much for him. After a thousand years or so, Walter slowed to such a degree that he thought he had better retire on his laurels. But that was only the other day; and Walter Hayes is almost a contemporary of Bond and the Neels. He was awkward. He had no form to speak of — he learned the game in Iowa. But the boys around Chicago couldn't beat him. Alec Squair, Al Green, what have you? No body could beat him. Except George Lott, and perhaps Lucien Williams, I doubt if anybody could beat him now, if he still played tournament tennis. IT was during the long reign of Wal ter Hayes that Sam Hardy, another Californian, and very reminiscent of Sam Neel, came to Chicago to go into business. Sam was a worker, and he had ideals. He wanted the game taught to the boys in the parks. He dreamed of a new race of Chicago ten nis players, who should play correctly from the start. With the assistance of a few devoted men, Sam did much for tennis here, no doubt. But his new race has not developed. One thinks of the three Lejeck brothers — and then stops thinking. About six years ago rumors of a high-school phenomenon in. Chicago began to get about. His name, it ap peared, was George Lott. At seven teen, George was already doped to take the place of Vinnie Richards, as Richards was doped to take Tilden's place when the time came. Vinnie turned pro; and at twenty, George was the White Hope. He beat Tilden in a tournament; a little later, he beat La Coste. That was a triumph. George is now ranked third in the country, and (owing to occasional difficulties with the deans and such) at twenty- three George is still in college. He is probably the best player Chi cago has ever had as a resident, the only challenger for that supremacy be ing Carr Neel, now fifty-six. I do not believe that Neel at his best could have beaten George Lott at his best; Lott is as good a net player, and far better with backcourt strokes. But Neel lobbed as perfectly as any man, except Brookes of Australia, who ever played the game, and his smashes were surer than those of Lott. George, in shape, Poetic Acceptances The Theme Song Writer Accents an Assignment to Write the Melodies for a Revival of a Twenty-four Part Serial Picture I accept just like a weary river, A river that goes down to the sea. I've dreamed of this in lilac time. The best verse in life is free. Wherever we are we'll always drink to old Mamm-y, Annapolis, we're all for you. The birds in the trees seem to whisper, "With ease You'll be able to carry on through." I don't mind the gray skies, But as long as your show is for Tom Mix I know You'll want a Broadway Mel- od-y. — DONALD PLANT. is one of the seven best players in the world today, and probably one of the ten best this country has ever pro duced. And he is the only player born in Chicago, who learned the game in Chicago, who has what the world calls class. And there is this to be said about George — he is the Perfect Ama teur. He plays for fun. He would rather play baseball than tennis, and basketball than either; but greatness in either of the other two having been de nied him by fate (and the deans) he has accepted the job for the joy there is in it. They also wait who only stand and serve, thinks George. THE. best prospects for city tennis at present seem to be suburban. At Lake Forest, at Glencoe (the Sko- kie Club) and at Winnetka (the In dian Hill Club) there are professionals, who presumably teach the game as she should be played to the very young generation. In ten years, this should produce results. Meanwhile the city high-schools turn out a few boys not utterly negligible, and now and then somebody comes here from California to live, who knows his backhand from his forehand, like Mr. Axel Gravem, the Everts Wrenn of this day and age. (Oh that the dictaphone had been in vented in the time when Everts raged about the courts!) But reminiscence is more profitable than prophecy. Imported players nowadays mostly play on the courts of the Chicago Town and Tennis Club at Granville and Ridge Avenues, which diligently promotes the game, and the Skokie Country Club, which tries to get a few stars for seeding and advertising purposes. After Kenwood came Park- side; and after Parkside came Lake Forest, to which the Onwentsia Club used to bring the Californians when McLaughlin and that merry crew were in their prime. When McLaughlin served, his shot would rub away the turf; and when he smashed, as a gifted reporter once wrote of Dwight Davis long ago, "the ball rose from the ground egg-shaped and screaming." But the boys from the Coast killed the goose that laid the golden eggs. Lake Forest cannot forget "Peck" Griffin, chubby Peck. There was a doubles player! But he had a bad memory. No doubt a word should be said of women's tennis in Chicago. So let us say it. There is none, and since the day of Carrie Neely there hasn't been any. TUECmCAGOAN n Weekend Manners (Manuscript Notes for a Projected Inquiry) By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN A TART minded observer looking on the vast and buttery growth of etiquette literature unhappily promi nent in recent years might indeed be wail the passage of those social crudi ties which all but professional vendors of etiquette found diverting and memorable. While the old errors pre vailed they were immense fun. Alas, generations of bogus gentility have nearly rooted them out. No longer do men scalp oranges at the table. Nor tuck their napkins grandly in the col lar band. Yet that a growth of mannerly literature presages a mannerly era seems doubtful. Indeed, it seems re freshingly probable that the recent eti quette wave is the last flutter of propa ganda against rollicking revolt which bids fair to supersede Emily Post, just as the automobile superseded the more gallant and more mannerly Codey's Lady Boo\. But here is material for scholastic theses. Let us leave theses and propose a set of questions for the social arbiter. Plainly, new codes are called for. ELEANOR, alas, cannot play bridge. Rather, she plays sorority bridge, which is a far graver offense against the mores of card playing than no bridge at all. She insists, however, on a few rubbers. Her escort, Harry, out of mistaken politeness (Eleanor has very fine ankles) jollies another couple into the game. Eleanor draws George, an old friend of Harry's, in the cut for partners. Harry, of course,, is paired with Edith, a very competent player. Edith knows nothing of Eleanor's bridge but assumes her com petence since Harry is known to be alert and knowing at the bridge table. Eleanor demands Contract. Before Harry can kick Edith the girls agree. Contract it is — and for a cent a point. Harry and Edith are damnably lucky; he cannot even blow the game on high bidding. As a result George is stuck for the total. It comes to $23.75. With a sweet smile Eleanor begs George's pardon. She obviously expects him to pay her loss. What arrangement shall Harry ma\e with George? With Edith, who played in good faith and is somewhat inclined toward malicious gossip? With his hlood pressure? ABAOHELOR host, Tom, gives a small party in his apartment. There are eight people present. Twenty- four cocktails are served and Myra, who has been brought by an other girl to meet Tom, reneges on each round. Tom kills her cocktails un ostentatiously to save her embarrass ment. This makes six for Tom, who is not appreciably affected, but Myra is increasingly suspicious of him — Tom being a gay dog by reputation. Myra suggests a dance record. Tom very innocently starts the machine on Empty Bed Blues (Columbia 144785). Myra freezes him with a glance and announces her intention of leaving at once. Tom, as host, cannot leave the party. Moreover, he announces he has no intention of offering either apolo gies or explanations. Myra lives 9300 south. Settle this one. MR. MEYER proached by merged artist. "What people should LEVIN N , ap- sub- C hie ago motorists celebrate Bascule Day 12 TWE CHICAGOAN "Just write that I'm poifectly innocent an' harmless, as any of my friends will swear, if necessary" I see," asks the artist, "to assure a proper hearing? It means everything to me." Mr. Levin spends a moment deep in pseudo-thought. He writes two names on a card. Some hours later the artist reads the card. The names are Ezra Pound and Meyer Levin. Still later the fuming painter finds that Ezra Pound is in Paris or dead or both. Levin leaves for Pales tine the next day. What, outside the etiquette pro- pounded by the late Marquis of Queensbury, can the artist do about it? TWO groups of Saturday night celebrants arrive simultaneously in an all night restaurant. One party is large and formally attired. The other is smaller but vastly more impromptu. A jocose Heaven permits the smaller oarty to think itself a quartette. The four sing, "Oh, the Pope, He Leads a Jolly Life." There is tempestuous ap plause. The restaurant proprietor is visibly annoyed. Encouraged by ap plause, the quartette launches into. "It's the Rich "Wot Gets the Plysure — ." The formal party, ladies included, be comes so enraptured with the refrain that all stop eating; indeed, two short orders are cancelled. Enraged, the thrifty proprietor disappears in a 'phone booth. A gentleman from the larger party asks for a song from the University of Michigan. The barytone lead from the smaller party embraces him as a fellow collegian. Together they launch into a duet, the bold and resonant "Victor's March." At this point the police arrive with their blue wagon.:' The Greek demands that the origi nal quartette be impounded. Very suavely the gentleman from Michigan assumes his top. coat, cane and white muffler. Graciously he bids his lady a restrained farewell. He prepares to undergo exile to the hoosegow with his new found friend, holding ¦ — with meticulous honor — that he proposed the duet. The handsome gesture does not go begging. Somewhat unsteadily, a second formal figure finds feet and voice. He is, it seems, from Illinois. Will the two gentlemen from Michi gan accept a third member in exile? True, he has not sung, but then he has approved the singing. He is there fore as guilty as any. Touched, a Celtic patrolman demands that the Greek accompany the party in the wagon to sign a complaint — but his in flection is such that the restaurant pro prietor turns the scared green of his own pea soup. What is the polite and proper over' ture: (A) By the chivalrous constabu lary. (B) By the two parties now separated into sheep and goats — the six goats being under the charge of patrolmen. (C) By the Gree\ Cow sul in case of an unfortunate incident . concerning the injury of one of his nationals. WILLIAM, who is a polished and jovial fellow, enjoys the digni fied acquaintance of Bill, who is the proprietor of a speakeasy. William enters with Cynthia, a haughty young woman, who is apt to be brusque to menials. William orders a beer. Bill, who has personally seated the pair in his best back parlor, draws two steins with his own hands, a magnificent con descension. He offers them. Very cooly, Cynthia informs Bill that only one beer was ordered (she considers beer vulgar). Bill, piqued, asks her what she prefers. She orders lemon pop. Stifling the insult to his parlor, Bill sends his fastest waiter a half block for pop. He sets it down before Cynthia just a bit curtly. "William," she says, "will you persuade this stupid waiter to bring two straws?" What possible explanation can Wil liam offer Bill? And how about Cyn thia? MARJ is invited to a house party on the North Shore. She asks Arthur. On arrival, Arthur, who has a latent weakness for blondes, discovers Elsie, a drawling Southern girl sadly reminiscent — since "Swords and Roses"' — of ancestral plantations from which her gallant ancestors were swept by Sherman's rabble. (Elsie is a frail ash blonde). Some time later, Marj is astounded to find that Arthur has seceded to the Confederacy. He is, it appears, in direct line from the courtly Albert Sidney Johnson — dead like a prince of the blood at Shiloh. His mother's people were the Armi- steads. Gen. George Armistead led Pickett's van at Gettysburg. Now Marj has an irruptive sense of humor. She has grown up near Arthur's peo ple. Art's maternal grandfather, in point of fact, was Ed. "Bowleg" Allen, who bought a substitute and never went to war. His paternal grandfather was old Swen Janssen who fit with the 38th Minnesota and used to march mightily with the big G. A. R. drum on Decoration Day. Well — Writers to this magazine need not enclose a stamped, self-ad dressed envelope. They need not en close a letter. They need not write. THE CHICAGOAN 13 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry The Chicago Woman s Club IF the punishment should fit the crime it ought to be equally desirable for the reward to fit the achievement. Thus while the Chicago Woman's Club expects no material compensa tion for its altruistic activities it is ap propriate for an organization which has fostered civic beauty to attain a club house that will be a joy forever. In this connection the word reward must be used in the sense that virtue is its own. The beautiful building on Eleventh Street is no token of esteem bestowed by an outside agency, but simply another of the concrete accom plishments of the accomplished club itself. It was built, financially speak ing, by the efforts of club members, and in creating a suitable home for themselves they characteristically con tributed a notable landmark to the Town. Although it is putting the cart be fore the horse to mention the club By RUTH G. BERGMAN building before the club activities, the temptation is irresistible. Standing on the north side of Eleventh just off Michigan Avenue, it is an example of what can be done to enhance the near South Side (Illinois Central please note) . Its simple dignity (within com paring distance of the Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium) proves that the classical period had no monopoly on distinguished architecture. The only fault I can find with the building is that it offers no detail with which I can find fault. I can only lavish praise upon it, a task infinitely more difficult for a writer and less amusing for a reader than heaping coals of fiery criticism. While this is the oldest woman's club in Chicago, it has the newest home chronologically and in respect to its decorative treatment. The club rooms are notable for three things: they are beautiful; they are comfort able; they are modern. One important reason why they are beautiful is that they are comfortable and modern. The architecture is an uncommonly fine ex ample of the beauty of usefulness; the club's unfailing belief in the usefulness of beauty is expressed in the furnish ings and extremely effective color schemes. Members explain that the style of the club is "contemporary." The uninitiated would call it modern; but obviously it is far removed from the atrocities committed in the name of moderne. When I tried to say something of this sort to Mr. Hola- bird he enjoyed my comments as much as a man welcomes the gift of a ten cent cigar when he has in his pocket a easeful of Corona Coronas. There fore, with the permission of The Chicagoan, I take this opportunity of repeating in a louder, more em phatic tone, that the Chicago Woman's Club building is beautiful enough to 14 THE CHICAGOAN "Any oV clothes, oV paper, or nidge prizes?" increase the waiting list of prospective members by many thousands. BUT the club is more than a build ing. In their civic endeavors the members have learned that stone walls do not a club make, nor soft green chairs a thriving organization. When the membership was twenty-one (it is now about fifteen hundred) the club met at the home of its founder, Mrs. Caroline Brown. From there it moved to the old Palmer House and next to the Art Institute, then resident in the Chicago Club building which recently tried to emulate the one-hoss shay and is now being rebuilt. For the twenty- five years ending last April the Chi cago Woman's Club conducted its af fairs from the top of the Fine Arts Building. There it took up quarters at the time when the building ceased to house displays of Studebaker carriages for the benefit of the owners of fine horseflesh and began instead to court that seldom harnessed steed called Pegasus. While these various rooms have been the scene of many meetings over a period of fifty-three years, the mem bers have never regarded them as more than a base from which to launch cru sades against civic infidels, a laboratory making researches in education, phil anthropy, arts and literature, and not merely sharing freely the results of the experiments, but forcing them upon a recalcitrant school board, library, po lice or health department. In the days before woman's place was anywhere that she chose to go, the Woman's Club served as a psychological trans former by means of which a woman's excess brain power could be converted into energy of suitable form and volt age for civic activity. Thus, in effect, it was and is a training school capable of preparing women for direct and personal participation in social move ments. BEFORE the club added bedrooms and three kinds of dining rooms to its household equipment there was no possibility of sneaking up on it at any time when it was open for busi ness without finding a class or a com mittee, board or general meeting in session. Now that it no longer shuts down when the Fine Arts Building ele vator operators go home it is probably running three shifts of workers. To catalogue the club's activities would be to compile something com parable in size to the Chicago telephone directory. The pies in which it has had all its fingers and both thumbs have ranged from the first legislation on compulsory education and the es tablishment of the Juvenile Court to the genesis of Sunday afternoon con certs at the Art Institute and in 1915 the furtherance of typhoid relief work in Belgium. Pioneer among women's clubs, the Chicago Woman's Club has never stopped pressing forward into un charted regions of activity. One of the club's proud recent achievements was the establishment of the first nursery school to be operated within a public school in the United States. From time to time, as the city and the state catch up with one or another of the club's modern ideas, governmental agencies take over the privately fos tered enterprise. Examples of this are the free kindergartens, the night schools, vacation schools, and the work for the blind, which are only a few of the enterprises which long had the support of the club. BUT if education does not end at home, like charity, it begins there with a curriculum so comprehensive that it puts the club in competition with the colleges. If a member does not choose to work for anything but her own immediate good she can easily put in a six day week at the club be ing educated by professional teachers, lecturers, and leaders in every field of human endeavor. If she wishes to par ticipate actively in the affairs of city and state she will find countless op portunities, for not only does the club initiate a bewildering number of activi ties but it lends a hand to the multi tudinous civic undertakings that con stantly apply for help. Altogether, the Chicago Woman's Club is a very versatile body. The only things it refuses to consider are increasing its membership and lower ing its standards. THE CHICAGOAN 15 TOWN TALK Peoria THE PEORIA SEHTIHEL reports the reading in Probate Court of the will of the late Amos Bell Ander son, resident of that city. This worthy man bequeaths his two daughters, Mary Alice and Clarabelle Theo, four thou sand dollars each, under the stipulation that during the next five years they do not: (1) marry without the consent of the family lawyer; (2) give up their regular church attendance, for reasons other than physical; (3) enter the city limits of Chicago, for any purpose whatsoever. Thus Amos considered the Town a den of iniquity, and even after his earthly departure he seeks to guard his heirs against its flesh pots. Incidentally, the Misses Mary Alice and Clarabelle Theo (we love those names) are thirty-two and thirty-nine years of age, respectively. Of course, the girls shouldn't be expected to brave our pitfalls. Later on, when they are more mature — and have the eight grand — well, later on will be the World Fair year. Burlesque CLUBS of the Town are for the most part elaborately fitted out with ideals. All of them have consti tutions. Not a few have rituals. We have, however, come upon a club which despite the presence of social elite on its roll of membership remains entirely constitutionless. The Clubs' ideal, moreover, is the regular semi-monthly attendance of the Rialto burlesque, State at Van Buren. And it is handsomely lived up to. Talking with a club member the other evening — he holds a seat in the Chicago Stock Exchange — we learned the secrets of the burlesque club. He, and the other members of the group, who total fifteen in all, meet every second and fourth Thursday eve ning of the month, have a seven o'clock dinner at the Knickerbocker Hotel (for merly the Davis), and after that, when show time arrives, they go on to thea tre, where they occupy front section seats, the same being held in regular reserve for them. This has been going on for three years. We were told that it is very rare to have more than one or two of the fifteen men absent from a club meeting. The average age of members is 5 1 ; the following professions are rep resented: 1 doctor, 3 lawyers, 1 artist, 7 brokers (3 stock exchange members), 2 unassorted business men and 1 bank vice-president. All except one are, or have been, married. Eleven wear glasses. Orientale THESE paragraphs, in lieu of other announcement, mark the termina tion of Mr. Chick Schwartz' career as a practicing seamy-sider. Recently Mr. Schwartz of The Daily J^ews offered to guide a party to sinister Chinatown. The party took cab and set out for 22 nd at Went worth. Guey Sam's, estimable chop parlor that it is, was voted down as too re spectable. Wun Kow's leering inn — a resort already highly approved in these pages — is a few numbers down the street. It is one flight up. It is directly across from the Chinese city hall. The party mounted twittering stairs toward a hum of eerie music. Their guide hugged himself at his success, anticipating the company's entrance on a wailing and bumbling Chinese con cert. The sightseers fumbled an un familiar doorway. Wun Kow's was crowded. Tables were taken by strange-hatted men who sang in a kind of chant. Each man had a tall glass of orange juice — the im perial yellow — and a plate of chop suey at his elbow. They were in the midst of one of the unaccountable rites of their race. They were, in fact, cele brating an annual dinner of the Har rison Orange Huts. They crooned "There's a Long, Long Trail A- winding." Hack MR. HACK WILSON, the hero of the bleachers, has recently pronounced a terse formula to insure success on the diamond. It is a sure fire boost for the batting average. "Hack," piped one of his young fans, "tell us how you do it, will ya?" Mr. Wilson looked gravely on his ques tioner. "My boy," he said, "grip the bat tight and hit 'em hard." Other things they tell about Hack is that he wears the smallest shoes in the baseball world, the alleged size being five and a half. And still another : He never is too proud to stoop for the nickels and quarters with which bleacher enthusiasts reward him after a particularly fine exhibition of his skill at the plate. Retreat MEN going out to Mayslake Friday nights are apt to be an incon gruous group. A municipal judge, per haps. Certainly a policeman or two. Business men — well known business: men — together with underlings from their offices like as not. Always a few lawyers, which delegation makes for 16 THE CHICAGOAN lively conversation. A few salesmen. A plumber. Shopworkers with the work-week's grime still dark on their scrubbed fingers. An artist. A writer. Three day laborers. A pianist. Such is an expedition for prayer. The closed retreat (a term used to describe a withdrawal from the secular world for prayer and meditation) is in charge of the Franciscan friars of the Chicago Archdiocese. The little brown monks have been packing their church at Polk and Clark for three gen erations. At Mayslake a succession of retreat masters, beginning with Father Varelius Nelles and down to the pres ent retreat master, Father Joseph, have brought from 40 to 200 men to their knees every week-end. The order of the retreat is extremely simple. A brown-clad monk meets each guest at the door. He shows the newcomer to the narrow, comfortable cot that is to be his for the next three nights. After that a dinner and a leisurely smoke in the recreation room downstairs. At eight o'clock a silence bell rings. From that moment until Sunday night the visitor is to speak no word. After silence bell, the retreat master speaks briefly of the purposes and aims of retreat, of the motives which bring men to the Franciscans and of the things which the monks hope visitors will take away with them. A brief "Herbert, dear — Do you mind? . . . Mrs. Perkins, ¦upstairs, wants you to get Los Angeles" chapel service and night prayers. Nine- thirty is lights out. Saturday morning at seven the first of the two full days of retreat begins. There are morning prayers and mass. Then breakfast. And a day divided into periods for lectures, prayer, read ing and solitary meditation. Meals are good; they are admirably served. Bed time is again at nine-thirty. Sunday sees the silence broken after dinner. By seven on Monday retreatants are off for the city. The present head of the Retreat League, a layman of course, is a busi ness agent for the Asbestos Worker's Union; A former head was Anthony Matre, a papal count and a business man. Another was John Fox, teaming contractor. And still another the late Pat O'Donnell, a famous criminal law yer. There are other retreat houses throughout the United States, although the custom is not as well founded as in Europe, where lay retreats are cen turies old. Last year alone Mayslake claimed over 5,000 men and thus led retreat houses over the country. Fa ther Patrick Maloney, O. F. M., who presides over the League's town offices is proud of that 5,000. He has reason to be. He is responsible for a great portion of the total. Competition THAT formidable grocery chain or ganization, The Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company, has an un known rival; at least unknown to com pany directors, probably. The firm is not a competitor in the chain field, for it is a single grocery store at Twenty-fifth Street and Went- worth Avenue. Nor is it so important that the A. £•? P. bosses ought to be notified of its existence. Although its owners lacked original ity, in a way, in choosing its name, they also lacked a certain smugness and did not insert the word "great" in the firm name. It is merely, and mod estly, The Adriatic and Pacific Tea Company. Achievement SIX months of undercover work zeal ously pursued have rewarded a physical humorist of the Town with a tin whistle. It is, however, no ordinary tin whis tle. It is an instrument which exactly duplicates the tone of the official pitch pipe blown by Yellow Cab starters. THE CHICAGOAN 17 There are, according to the present owner, only 34 such whistles in opera tion. Broken whistles must be turned in for replacement. There is no such thing as a lost whistle. Nevertheless— The humorist has but to lean from a street window and blow a blast over traffic. Instantly cabs begin circling. Five or six blasts and circling is fran tic. Drivers have been known to dis mount and search doorways for the mysterious whistleman. Also a toot de livered at the far end of a waiting cab line is highly amusing. Perhaps, also, it is a trifle illegal. There remains a practical use for the outlaw pipe. It will bring an astounded but willing Yellow to a rainy curb in short order. Indeed, by a judicious tootling and camouflage the owner can make sure of a big new cab. He looks innocent when an old model appears. Strike NTOT long ago a Chicago confec- I N tioner took his pen in hand to address one of the highest officials in the Lucky Strike company. "Dear Sir," wrote the confectioner, "I am writing to tell you that your recent anti-sweet campaign has aroused a great deal of unfavorable sentiment in Chicago. My business associates, as well as my friends and myself, have discussed the matter at length. We have declared an unofficial boycott of your cigarette, and not one of us, who were formerly smokers of Lucky Strike cigarettes exclusively, will now smoke them. I am sure you will take this verdict of ours under advisement. We feel certain that we are but a few of many whose reactions to your anti- sweet campaign have been these, etc., etc." It was obvious that the welfare of the cigarette company was dear to the heart of the confectioner in so address ing one of its officials. As fast as mails could bring it, the candy maker re ceived a reply from the official: "It doesn't matter to me what people are saying about our product, as long as they are talking about it," was the gist of the letter. "I am mailing you a car ton of Luckies under separate cover. Thanking you, etc., etc." The confectioner summoned his dig nity and again addressed the Lucky Strike official: "I wrote you that neither I nor my friends would smoke Lucky Strikes while this campaign is going on," he wrote. "And I meant it to include the instances when some of your cigarettes were offered to us for nothing." The unopened carton went back. Boys, boys! Tsk, tsk! Gardens THE only visible garden spots of Chicago's business sections are lo cated on North Michigan Avenue in the immediate vicinity of Huron Street. The gardens are two in number and, strangely enough, are adjacent to each other, separated only by a pointed wooden space. The proprietress of one of these sylvan retreats is Helena Ru binstein, for it adjoins her beauty establishment at 670 North Michigan. The proud owner of the other is Mary Giddings, who just moved her modiste shop to the former red-brick residence on the corner of Huron Street. The two gardens are alike only in the cir cumstance that they are both attached to commercial establishments and that they both contain grass. Madame Rubinstein's garden is laid out elaborately, with a gravel walk leading from the side door of her shop to a circular wooden seat which em braces the trunk of a towering tree. From there the path wanders aimlessly into the lawn and comes to an end "If it isn't real, it's terribly overdone — isn't it I about three feet from the high brick wall at the garden's end. The Rubin stein garden further boasts a collection of magnificent fleur de lis in yellow and purple and a patch of geraniums. Mad ame Giddings' garden is neither so pre tentious nor so large as its neighbor. It has a tiny flag stoned path, its wall is a wooden fence painted white, but it does offer a stunning iron gate with spiked tips on one side. It has no flow ers, but a row of shrubbery in leaf. Of) era WITH both eyes firmly fixed on the coming season of Chicago opera, the local civic opera clubs are organizing themselves. Of the 42 ap pointed clubs in the Chicago area, the majority are yet in the formative pe riod; at least as far as official sanction is concerned. The Associated Civic Opera Club of Western Springs, how ever, met recently to elect its officers and see that they took office officially. The officers are: Mr. Cameron Fish, president; Mrs. Zoltan de Horvath, vice-president; Mrs. W. W. Gunkel, secretary and treasurer; Mrs. A. T. March, chairman of the membership committee; Mrs. Frank F. Abbott, chairman of the program committee; Mrs. Leonard H. Vaughan, chairman of publicity. 18 THE CHICAGOAN Officers for the Riverside Club are: Mrs. James Minnick, president; Mr. John F. Zattau, vice-president; Mrs. Bertha Phelps, secretary; Dr. F. C. No vak, treasurer; Mrs. Theo. I. Scheips, chairman of the membership commit tee; Mr. Harold O'Brien, chairman of the program committee; Mr. Louis W. Britton, chairman of the publicity com mittee. The Civic Opera Club of Hinsdale will have the following officers: Mrs. Andrew Fenn, president; Mrs. W. E. Ruthart, vice-president; Dr. J. R. Chit- tick, secretary and treasurer; Mrs. Wil liam E. Marquam, chairman of the membership committee; Mrs. Oscar Anderson, chairman of the program committee. In Norwood Park the fol lowing were elected : Mr. E. B. Mann, president; Mrs. E. W. Droeger, vice- president; Mr. A. D. O'Neill, record ing secretary; Mrs. Leslie Partridge, corresponding secretary; Mrs. S. M. Baldwin, chairman of the membership committee; Mr. A. L. Ball, chairman of the publicity committee. Mr. Clarence A. Pierce is the elected president of the Associated Civic Op era Club of LaGrange. The vice-pres ident is Mr. J. R. King. Mrs. A. C. Dallach is the second vice-president. Mrs. Harry J. Gibson is the secretary. The chairman of the membership com mittee is Mrs. C. L. Puffer. The chair man of the program committee is Miss Hazel Troeger, and the chairman of the publicity committee is Mrs. Wil liam W. Loomis. The president of the Associated Civic Opera Club of Downers Grove is Mrs. E. H. Gussirt. In the same club Mrs. A. G. Ostman is vice-president; Mrs. Gwen Vaughn is secretary and treas urer; Mrs. C. K. Henderson is the chairman of the membership commit tee; Mrs. M. K. Bush is chairman of the program committee, and Mr. W. P. Jones is chairman of the publicity com mittee. The Associated Civic Opera Club of Woodlawn elected Dr. F. P. Hammond for its president. The vice-presidential honors went to Mr. Frank J. O'Brien; Mrs. Charles L. Hibbard is executive secretary; Mrs. H. J. Stevison is chair' man of the membership committee, and Mr. A. E. Olson is the chairman of the program committee. In each locality the formal organiza tion of the club was the occasion of a banquet, with large attendance by members of the club. The member ship lists of the different clubs average 150, which is the number in the River side, Hinsdale and Norwood Park clubs. The Western Springs Club and that in Downers Grove boast 200 members each. The La Grange organization has a like number of members, and the Woodlawn Club boasts of 350 adher ents. There have been several new ap pointments made in recent weeks to the Central Board of Directors of the Associated Civic Opera Clubs also. Among them are the appointments to that body of Mrs. James Minnick and Mrs. Theo I. Scheips of Riverside. Men and women interested in this Civic Opera Club movement have been 'A very passable craft, gentlemen, very passable' THE CHICAGOAN 19 T> "Don't you know how to dance, Wilbur? You've been waltzing all evening' gratified at the news that the school board of Oak Park has announced that the study of opera is to be pursued in the public schools of that district. Hatband IT was in one of the better men's stores. A young man had just se lected a straw hat. "I see you have fraternity hat bands," he said to the salesman. "I'd have a band too." He mentioned the name of his fraternity. The salesman looked through his stock of hat bands, turned to his cus tomer and asked the name of the fra ternity again. After another search through his stock he brought forth a box marked with the name of a fra ternity. Two of the three letters of the name were the same as two of the customer's brotherhood. "No, that's not it," said the young man. And he repeated the mystic sym bols. The salesman resumed his search and finally brought out another box. "We're out of bands for your outfit," he said. "But here's a band with come nice stripes which I'm sure you could wear well. It's a thing called Delta Tau Delta; they're pretty fair boys." Style Note FASHION coaches are just as dicta torial about men's habiliments as they are about women's; perhaps more so. For instance, the combination of sailor, or boater, straw hat and knick erbockers, if not frowned on, is at least smiled at. Occasionally one sees such an outfit on a public park golfer or a vacation ing tripper from the farther corn-belt. The other morning, however, a sport ing costume much funnier to see and certainly rarer was observed by office- bound commutors in the Randolph I. C. station. The gentleman in the matinal spot light, so to speak, wore three pieces of a gray four-piece suit (rather, of two suits, because at closer view one noted that his knickerbockers almost matched his waistcoat and jacket) with the various proper accessories and, top ping it all (forgive us), a derby hat. 20 THE CHICAGOAN Summer Attire By G A B A FINANCIAL Miss Justice (left) is a local girl and she's had a raw deal lately from the pa pers. Well, let her in on the cigarette racket. Besides it will give her something to do with her hands and thus save a lot of nasty cracks. And (right) if it must be Mestrovic for sculp ture , how about Spaulding for sports? EDUCATIONAL Consider the Pale olithic Family (right) so inadequately done at the Field Museum. Dress them in mod ern clothes and pro vide a setting of mod erne decore there you are. The group becomes so homelike children cry for it. THE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ IT is not, I believe, a matter of com mon knowledge that the Manchester Guardian, in a trenchant editorial a few months ago, strongly recommended Salmon Oliver Levinson, Chicago at torney, for the Nobel Peace Prize. Nor is it popularly known that, behind the diplomatic pomp and circumstance surrounding the signing of the Kellogg- Briand Treaty, loomed the shadow of Levinson, a relatively obscure private citizen. What happens to the Treaty when it meets with its first test and War itself questions the right of nations to make war an outlaw instead of an in stitution, rests with the future, to determine. The fact remains, neverthe less, that in pressing the idea of out lawry upon the indifferent statesmen of Europe and America, in living and breathing the only workable ideal for the banishment of war, S. O. Levinson has done one of the greatest jobs of propaganda in the recorded history of Man. The roots of his career as an inter nationalist go back to 1918. Levinson was then at the height of his power as a doctor for ailing corporations. He had invented his own definition of the successful modern attorney — "a pro fessional mourner at first-class financial funerals" and he was living the defini tion in no mean fashion. He had par ticipated, or was about to participate, in the restoration to financial good health of such corporations as the St. Louis and San Francisco Railroad, the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Co., Wil son and Co., and Westinghouse Air brake. A glance at the balance sheets of these corporations eight years ago and today affords eloquent testimonial to Levinson's abilities in the direction of finance. BUT as early as 1919 he was riding another hobby and riding it hard. Torn by a great loathing for the futile League of Nations he would leave some husky job to catch a train for Washington. There he would pin Senator Philander Knox into any con venient corner and harangue him by the hour. Levinson would have none of the ordinary "soap-box" methods of propaganda. He was interested in a key man. And his judgment carried him unerringly to a former Secretary S. O. Levinson By ROBERT POLLAK of State and a wise politician. In Levinson's pocket was a magazine article he had written entitled, "The Legal Status of War." It carried, in essence, the smashing theory that the only way to get rid of War was to outlaw it. The juristic standing of war had for centuries been sancro- sanct. Old Francis Bacon, in summa tion, had said brilliantly that "wars are no massacres or confusions but the Highest Trials of Rights, in which princes and states that acknowledge no superior on earth put themselves upon the judgment of God for the deciding of their controversies." Levinson has dwelt in a living horror of this hypoth esis. Although for hundreds of years international tribunals had surrounded war with the powerful habiliments of legality, Levinson would not have it survive, if at all, on any such basis. He, without benefit of portfolio, rank or office, proposed to take Mars off the bench and put him in the docket. It was a large-sized order. THE exigencies of space require that we pass rapidly through Levinson's adventures as a private in ternationalist. Suffice to say that he inoculated Knox successfully, that the two of them together looked around for a leviathan to hook and captured the Honorable Senator from Idaho, William Edgar Borah. From that mo ment the idea of outlawry never lacked articulate leadership. With Knox the head, Borah the lashing tail and Levin son the heart, the movement gained ample and powerful sponsorship. In May, 1920, Knox, as ringmaster, sketched to the Senate the principles of Outlawry and left to the tongue of Borah the duty of amplification in coruscating debate. Through the intervention of Colonel Raymond Robins, passionate preacher and fervent orator, the principle of Out lawry was carried to the late President Harding. It was not by chance that Warren G. spoke to Americans as fol lows in September, 1920: "If I catch the conscience of America we will lead the world to outlaw war." The pas sionate figure of Robins hovered in the back-ground as Harding spoke these words to a nation previously almost un aware of outlawry. The country at large began to give heed to the theory. WHEN Harding died Robins turned his guns on Coolidge. Hence the appearance of the following line in Cal's acceptance of the Repub lican nomination: "I personally favor entering into covenants for the pur pose of outlawing aggressive war by any practical means." That was an other feather in the cap of the out- lawists. Jingoists and militarists as well as the guardians of the League in Geneva began to display unmistakable nervousness. The number of Levin son's lieutenants was small. And he had actually a world to conquer. Besides Knox, Borah and Robins he attracted the philosopher, John Dewey, the editor, John Clayton Morrison, and the Reverend John Haynes Holmes. All three fitted admirably into Levinson's general staff. Dewey gave the idea of outlawry a definite prestige in philosophical circles. Mor rison, one of the earliest outlawry en thusiasts, spoke to Protestant America in its behalf with a brilliant and tire less editorial pen. Holmes lent en dorsement and eloquence to outlawry from his own influential pulpit and 22 THE CHICAGOAN through the pages of Unity. Levinson's forces proved adequate in the long run. Both he and Robins went abroad to preach and orate pub licly and privately. Ramsey MacDon- ald viewed outlawry as pure American buncombe. He was to pipe a different tune later on. Austen Chamberlain declined to interview the propagandists and earned an eternal black-mark on the pages of history. Lord Robert Cecil, on a visit to America, was asked point-blank by Borah if the European nations would outlaw war. He replied that many of them would not. Borah then asked him how he expected America to help Europe fight wars that it seemed to insist on having. THERE could be no answer to this question but the inclusion of the term "outlawry" in the vocabulary of international relations. It was a term that admitted of no compromise or none of the old machinery of World Courts or Hague Tribunals. The climax of Levinson's campaign, the Kellogg-Bri- and Treaty, was already in sight. It must not be supposed that Levin son's path was strewn with daisies. He has had to battle his way up through a host of pro-Leaguers. And they were equipped with a complex machinery of eloquent spokesmen, college endow ments, and annual subscriptions from scores of American societies. They have had hundreds of thousands of dollars to spend. Their voices were loud in the land. Against* them Levinson pitted his puny American Committee for the Outlawry of War. He had no funds to draw on in any spacious sense. No resounding names like Newton Baker, William Howard Taft or Nicholas Murray Butler to use against his antag onists in the columns of American newspapers. He spent ungrudgingly much of his own private fortune to fight his good fight — and he is still spending it. His propaganda still flows in steady and merciless stream from the office of the American Com mittee at 134 So. LaSalle Street. And those chambers belong to the flourish ing firm of which Levinson is the senior partner and Senator Otis Glenn a prominent member. 'Careful, Daddy — don't trip over any wickets" AND with the mention of the Com mittee offices on LaSalle Street I come closer home again. For when Levinson, pugnacious peace advocate, is not chasing a golf ball around the links at his summer home in Kenne- bunk, Maine, or pursuing European diplomats to their secret haunts, he is only too willing to talk from the depths of an old leather chair in his private office. He does not stay long in its depths either when bent on con versation. He is an avid talker, given to florid gesture and movement. He bounces out at you along with his words like any prophet in his prime. And there is nothing thin, wire- like or nervous about him. He is a burly, rather powerful grey-haired man of sixty-three, yet with the keen youthful eye and the race-horse physique of a man nearer forty. Outside of his pas sion for world peace under the aegis of his own theory, he is violently de voted to golf. I have known him to demonstrate original stances in the private offices of LaSalle Street mag nates at startlingly incongruous mo ments. Rain, sleet nor hail do not keep him from his daily round at Kenne- bunk. His secret pride in his third son, aged fourteen, must be indeed great. For young John Levinson is already shooting in the upper seventies. Levinson has almost given up active practice of law. He recently estab lished a foundation at the University of Idaho for students and fighters for outlawry. His reading is largely con servative and classical, and he finds time during the winter to be a regular attendant at Orchestra Hall and a fre quent visitor at the theatre. Although he shuns publicity for himself The Chicago Daily ?<[ews blazoned one of his recent projects in streamer head lines. It was just a little plan for the reorganization of Europe on a sound financial basis. It involved a joint settlement of the debt and reparations problems. Mr. Levinson is no piker. SUCH manifestations of his indomi table energy make it doubtful whether his work has come to comple tion with the signing of the Kellogg- Briand Treaty. To be sure he could write "finis" to his life work now and it would have placed him permanently in our history. But men like Levinson don't sit back and twiddle their thumbs; in their minds action breeds action. THE CHICAGOAN 23 GO, CHICAGO The Time Has Come, the Walrus Said, to Talk of Shi^s and Cruises By LUCIA LEWIS YES, sir, some people cruise all the time. Year after year sees certain travelers ready ahead of time to do their Mediterranean, Caribbean, South American or 'Round-the-World stints. To them we have little to say. By this time such canny souls are all booked, have selected their staterooms, made arrangements for side trips, and are tending serenely to their business till the whistle blows in December or January. It is the helter-skelter voy ager who needs a reminder now. Ami able dreamers who think they will spring a Christmas surprise on the family with a nifty package of steamer tickets will be surprised themselves if they don't start shopping now. Book ings for the 1930 season point to one of the biggest travel years ever known to gleeful steamship agents, and the wise winter traveler will have his passage signed and sealed this month. TAKE the 'Round-the-World mat ter for one thing. Of course if you suddenly come into a legacy in November you may be able to scramble aboard a steamer and do the globe, but what if you hanker for one particular ship, or want an outside room on B deck, or covet a place in the trip to Angkor Wat or the Arabian flight that is restricted to 20 or 40 people? Those things are not easily arranged at the last minute. So you see this impas sioned plea is all for your own good; you might as well sit down now and study this year's offerings; not a very distressing occupation if you have a few thousands lying idle. The tendency of the World Cruise people seems to be to concentrate on the Orient and do less in Northern Africa, the Holy Land and thereabouts than in former years, which is a wel come shift for travelers who have taken in these spots on Mediterranean and European jaunts. This concentration means much tropical weather and calls for an extensive summer wardrobe but since heavy clothes are needed it is a good idea to have a trunk for each season. If you travel magnificently your suite includes a private trunk cabin; otherwise you can get into the ship's trunk room once a day to dig out the little summer items that always seem to get buried with one's heavies. (Don't forget dozens of silk stockings. They run into money in the Orient.) Another pleasant arrangement (these world cruises are full of them) is the cooling system the big ships have in stalled to make tropical traveling uni formly comfortable. Three steamers which have made notable successes of world navigation are the Red Star's Belgenland (cruise handled by American Express), Cu- nard's Franconia, and the Hamburg- American Resolute. THE Resolute and Franconia are both off in January, starting east from New York and returning by the Pacific and Panama Canal route, while the Belgenland does it the other way around, beginning December 17th. Each route has its attractions, the Bel- genland being a good idea for those who want to land in Europe in spring and stay over awhile, to cross the At lantic on any other boat when they finally decide to come home. If you insist on Christmas at home the Bel genland may be boarded at Los An geles or San Francisco in January. On the Canadian Pacific's beautiful Empress of Australia, one of the earlier cruisers sailing east on Decem ber 1st, you spend Christmas week in Palestine, which should be a big event in a Christmas lifetime, and rejoin the ship for New Year off Port Said. The Resolute and Franconia get in an imposing number of ports but are cleverly scheduled to give travelers a generous allowance in India, China, Japan and the other important coun tries with one-day glimpses of places like sweltering Djibouti where big- game hunters and would-be profiteers of Abyssinia dive into Africa; of Zam- boanga — "Oh the monkeys have no tails in Zamboanga" — and other spots celebrated in that charming ditty. Last year the Franconia added an airplane trip from Cairo to Bagdad, over the Holy Land and across the Arabian Des ert which was so popular that anyone who wants to do it this cruise should step fast and make his reservations. A SHORTER trip in sailing time . though it covers an impressive ar ray of countries is Raymond and Whit- comb's cruise on the fast Columbus, making her first world tour, though she has had a splendid cruising experience in the Mediterranean and West In dies. These North German Lloyd liners are a snappy and swagger lot — witness the new Bremen with its night club, five-day Atlantic schedule, and general sleekness. The Columbus cruise should be a gay and dashing one. Serious-minded travelers should look into another Cunarder, the third uni versity cruise of the Letitia. Serious but pretty youthful and sprightly too, since most of its passengers are college students. The students are held to classes at certain times but other pas sengers may loaf or listen to the general lectures if they wish. The combination of traveling with lectures by brilliant faculty members offers something new to blase wanderers and to people who like to touch up their general culture once in awhile. Of course, some people are whimsi cal about their travels (if they can af ford it) and may decide to loll around in Bali for a few months or settle in Shanghai for half a year, to play around with the gay crowd there and shop incessantly for Chinese treasures and Paris gowns at half price. That is a satisfying life. Such travelers should go by the Dollar or Nippon Yusen Kaisha Lines. The Dollar Line 'Round- the-World tickets are good for two years and if you like the place where the steamer dropped you why just say bye-bye and hang around. There will be another one along in two weeks. A President liner of this big fleet leaves San Francisco every other Saturday all year 'round, giving a chance for de lightfully flexible schedules. THE same arrangements are possi ble on the N. Y. K. steamers. This line has been a standby of Oriental travelers for many years and in Octo ber, with the maiden voyage of its big motor ship, the Asama Maru, is in augurating a world service also. Here too, tickets are good for twenty -four months, allowing much moving about and shifting of plans as the spirit moves the globe-trotter. The Asama Maru is the first of three motor ships being built by the Japanese Line and a beautiful boat it is. 24 THE CHICAGOAN "The ST A G B This Play Has Passed Into Hiss-tory By CHARLES COLLINS THE manifestation of the Hobo- ken renaissance which has come to Woods' theatre under the title of "After Dark" is distinctly a show for smarties. As such it has been highly successful over on the Jersey Side, where Christopher Morley and Henry Wagstaffe Gribble are conducting a suburban annex to Greenwich Vil lage. Whether or not it achieves the same vogue in Chicago depends upon the statistics of smarties per thou sand of population in this region. There are fewer here, I think, than in Manhattan. We have never dis played much willingness to stand for a long, labored jape in order to pose as ultra-sophisticated. This revival of one of the old bill board melodramas is, however, a curi osity worth the attention of a stage antiquarian. If you have the histori cal point of view; if you have a con noisseur's interest in all forms of "After Dark" a tin-type which Charles Collins describes as a show for smarties and a great drawing card for the raspberry brigade. It is, however a valuable study for the theatregoer interested in the ancestors of present day theatre. At the Woods playhouse Americana, see it by all means. The cued hisses, the salaried booes, the venal raspberries that you will hear from the audience during the per formance will not greatly disturb your philosophic poise. And if you are a smarty, you will think that the inter ruptions of the shillabers who are hired to insult the obsolete institution of melodrama are just too cute for words. You may even join the con temptuous chorus with a few wise cracks or obscene noises, indicative of the superiority of your intelligence. In order that the raspberry brigade out in front may seem privileged to express its derision, the play itself is burlesqued in performance. The touches of travesty are not extrava gant, but they are, I suspect, unneces sary. They rub in a joke which would have been apparent enough without this element of self-mockery. On the whole, however, the effect aimed at by the stage director, of an old ab surdity from the era of the gallery gods given as if by a troupe of hams on a small-town tour, is accurately realized. Minus the spoofing in the audience and the dramatic-school kid ding by the principals, this is the "After Dark" that flourished when Nick Carter was the national hero. IT bears the honored name of Dion Boucicault as author, but it might have been written by the concocter of "Nellie, the Beautiful Sewing Ma chine Girl." Or, with a scene in a bagnio added, it might have been per petrated by that distinguished modern, Mae West. I was surprised to dis cover that Boucicault, who was rated as a great man in his day, had been guilty of such florid nonsense. No doubt his tongue was in his cheek, like that of any up-to-date sophisti cate, when he reeled off this ante- Victorian nonsense; for example, he named his villain Chandos Belling- ham. As entertainment, this hoaxy re vival ranks somewhere between throwing baseballs at a colored man in a summer park side-show and mak ing faces at your ancestors in the family photograph album. Every man can be his own dramatic critic at "After Dark." There is no need to look for Ashton Stevens' column in order to find the appropriate epi gram. He's out of town anyway; and this show invites you to roll your own insults. THE CHICAGOAN "Of course I usually have a date, Hit when I haven't . . . well, 1 just sit here a while" ON the night when "After Dark" was having its premiere here, the author's son was dying in London. He was Dion the Second, better known among people of the theatre as "Dot" Boucicault. He passed at the age of 70, after many years of eminence as a stage director. When Charles Frohman established a reper tory theatre in London to give the works of Shaw, Galsworthy, Barrie and Granville Barker the hearing they deserved, this Boucicault was his chief of staff. "Dot" Boucicault was born in New York, when his father was beginning his long American career, and did his first acting there. His associations with the American theatre, however, were slight, and there is no record that he was ever in Chicago, but he may have been back-stage when Iren^ Vanbrugh (his brilliant actress-wife and John Hare) played "The Gay Lord Quex" at Powers'. He should have written his father's biography. As matters stand, tiie Boucicault tradition is almost unre corded. The only book that gives a full account of the elder Boucicault's picturesque life is a brochure by Townsend Walsh, a theatrical press agent, which cannot be found outside of the few libraries that specialise in stage chronicles. Try and Find It PUZZLE: find a new theatre in Chicago, recently finished and ready for dedication in the fall. Out of the 3,000,000 (more or less) of in habitants, 2,999,900 will be unable to answer the question. It is one of the town's minor mysteries. I am sure that the detective bureau couldn't find it inside of a week. The brightest reporter owned by the smartest city editor of the go-gettingest newspaper would probably fall down on the as signment. It is the Goodman Studio theatre, built for the use of the students of the school of acting. It has every thing that a professional playhouse needs, except space for the storage of scenery. It has seats for about 150 papas and mammas of the pupils, and its color scheme is quite jaunty. I forget how much it cost, but it was important money — at a guess, about $50,000. Like everything else at the Good man (except the portal) this labora tory of acting is underground. Its auditorium opens off the south part of the Goodman's noble foyer, about where the charming portrait of Lil lian Gish used to hang. (Very few people know that this picture is a Gish and the Goodman gives it wall space not as Gish but as a fine ex ample of modern portraiture.) Whit- ford Kane, of the Goodman produc ing staff, has worked in more "little" theatres, probably, than any other actor, and he pronounces this one the best in the world for technical equip ment. 26 THE CHICAGOAN 7%e CINEMA Monsieur Adolfihe Menjou, Actor By WILLIAM R. WEAVER BEHOLD, now M o n s i e u r| Adolphe Menjou of Cleveland, O., of Hollywood, Calif., and of Paris, France; more importantly, of A Woman of Paris, of The Mar riage Circle and of Are Parents Peo ple? Behold this Mons. Menjou as of The Concert, unaccountably tagged Fashions in Love for cinema consump tion, and reflect upon the past, present and distinctly probable future of play ers and plays like him and this. But first, before engaging in this en gaging business of reflection, enjoy The Concert. It is as good in spots as The Marriage Circle, at other times it is as good as Are Parents People? If it is never quite equal to A Woman of Paris, neither did Mr. Charles Spen cer Chaplin devote two years and a like number of millions to its manufac ture. And it is, by virtue of its vo- cality, better than the sum of these three excellent productions. It is ap proximately perfect entertainment. I doubt that audibility has con fronted any other still actor so for midably. For a decade Mons. Menjou has fought a quietly valiant battle against the mass demand for medioc rity. He has carried on as a smart actor of smart roles while a 10-20-30 world has admired with tongue in cheek. A harsh consonant, a vowel broadly drawn, even a too true French would have evoked guffaws instead of chuckles for The Concert. To his suave mastery of self and destiny be it credited that the slow smile and the silken applause of a pleased population are reward of his steadfastness. Mons. Menjou's assignment in The Concert is trebly difficult. His French must pass as Parisian, for so has been advertised an actual Pittsburgh and Cleveland origin. His artistic tempera ment must pass as genuine, as his own, for so has been advertised an actually mid-Western placidity. Finally — and this seems an unnecessary hazard — he must sing, while portraying a concert pianist week-ending with another's wife in a mountain cabin, a typically Tin- Pan Alley theme song which he must seem to improvise on the spot. This last hurdle, which he takes with none of your Barthelmess or Novarro vocal doubles, but with a plainly indoor first- tenor trained to nothing more complex than a Cornell class song, is the sever est test to which Western Electric equipment has put stage or screen per former. Perhaps it proves Mons. Men jou the best actor in the world. BUT, to continue reflection upon a bit broader plane, not even Men jou could have made a great deal of The Concert in silent-picture form. Not even the superb pantomime he ex hibited in A Woman of Paris could have brought out the sharp humor of the cabin scene, the good nature of the backstage episode on the night of the concert, nor the wit of half-speeches inconspicuously but pointedly strewn throughout the play. Nor could the gifted Herr Ernst Lubitsch's most Con tinental direction, at its zenith in The Marriage Circle, have imparted to Men jou's munching of an inapropos sand wich the merriment that emanates from its quasi-audible mastication. No, the production would not have been a good stillie. This point, I think, is the one most generally overlooked in discussions hav- HKKH— •» ing to do with the destiny of dialogue- cinema. The substance of the new productions is not the substance of which silent pictures were made. It is increasingly the substance of which stage plays were made, and novels. It is this substance presented, by grace of mechanical failities possessed by neither personal stage nor printed page, more faithfully and more effectively than ever before. I think there can be no doubt of its future. "The Black Watch" IN case anyone's looking for a really worthwhile charity to leave a lot of money to, I suggest endowment of a foundation to undertake and carry on the work of finding out why a fiction successful as King of the Khyber Rifles should be rechristened The Blac\ Watch for cinema or any other narra tion. I doubt that endowment of such a foundation, or any other means of investigation, would unearth a satis factory answer; for I doubt that there is one. But it might be possible to discourage the practice, thereby saving millions of people millions of hours now devoted to idle speculation on the point and, too, making it possible in the United States to witness a given performance of a given play without seeking, as one does in calling a friend by 'phone, the right wrong title to ask for. But in this case the misleading title is a blessing. Victor McLaglen is King, Myrna Loy is the native lady with white ambitions, and they under take a love-scene. It is funnier, unin tentionally, than any Mack Sennett ever achieved. And the rest of the production isn't very good either. "The Wheel of Life RICHARD DIX and Esther Ral ston are principals in this. This is the one about the gentlemanly offi cer who loved the colonel's lady but honor more and went away. The scenarist removes the colonel by bullet and so to clinch. Meanwhile a great deal of bad dialogue has been mumbled, muttered, gargled and similarly dis posed of. To no end. "Divorce Made Easy MR. DOUGLAS MacLEAN, for merly known as a swift young performer of swift young roles in par lor, bedroom or bath comedy, here proves that he is not one of those swift young performers who have come out THE CHICAGOAN 27 of the Hollywood stillness unembar rassed. I cannot think of a single rea son why anyone should go to see Di vorce Made Easy. Vocal Fashions in Love: Adolphe Menjou in The Concert, as mentioned above in de tail. [Witness this one if no other.] The Black Watch: Victor McLaglen and Myrna Loy in King of the Khyher Rifles,^ as mentioned above in less detail. [Don't waste time on it.] The Wheel of Life: Richard Dix and Esther Ralston in Army Post Formula No. A-398,617. [No.] Divorce Made Easy: Douglas MacLean in Domestic Farce Formula No. A-639,- 871. [Emphatically no.] Fox Movietone Follies: Everything Ziegfeld's is, plus a bit of story. [At tend.] The Studio Murder Mystery: Intelli gent, colorful and highly engaging puz zle-picture. [Catch it.] The Idle Rich: Notable as the first pro- Midas production from the Hollywood frontier. [By all means.] The Squall: Alice Joyce and able as sociates in a splendid entertainment. [Without fail.] The Rainbow Man: Eddie Dowling does what Al Jolson did, almost as well. [If you like Dowling.] Careers: Billie Dove and Noah Beery in Indo-China and the usual tussle. [Pos sibly.] Innocents of Paris: Maurice Chevalier in excellent American-made Parisian comedy-drama. [Yes.] The Desert Song: The show from the Great Northern plus outdoor sequences. [Not if you saw it at the Great Northern.] The Letter: Jeanne Eagels in an excel lent play. [Surely.] MARKS BROS. GRANADA Sheridan and Devon MARBRO 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! Flowers and Children At SKOKIE RIDGE There will always be flowers and children in Skokie Ridge. Somehow these two joys are essential to the fullness of living. Skokie Ridge with its changing topography, and its ample homesites, furnishes the background for your family's happiness. Homes are ready and their attractiveness will ap peal to you. You should drive to Skokie Ridge. It will be well worth your time. BAIRD & WARNER Office: 1071 Skokie Ridge Drive, Glencoe Phones: Glencoe 1554 — Briargate 1855 Representative Always on Property Sheridan Road to Park Avenue, Glencoe, West to Bluff Street, North to Dundee Road and West to Entrance 28 TUE CHICAGOAN TONIGHT IN THE MAIN RESTAURANT If you're planning an evening's diver sion in the Loop, come to the Brevoort for a delightful prelude: a menu offer ing an intriguing variety of excellent foods; intelligent service; an environ ment at once cheering and restful. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely meal. The Brevoort is con venient to all the principal theatres. 6 to 8 p. m. Every Evening Including Sundays Entrance Direct or Through Lobby No Cover Charge MU/ICAL NOTE/ R.avima Ofiens for Business By ROBERT POLL A K ON the Satur day night of June 22 they pried the lid off at Ra vinia with appro priate ceremonies including the reading of a cable from Otto Kahn and a general par ticipation in a good old-fashioned thunderstorm. The storm broke shortly after the end of the second act just after Manon Lescaut had been left stranded and penniless. It left hundreds of the audience stranded, too, in the refectory where, far from penniless, they consumed hot dogs and coffee while the rain beat down, the thunder boomed and the far cry of Martinelli fell magically upon the night air of the suburbs. The eve ning held, if nothing else, the quali ties of adventure and suspense. That these qualities were rather in spite of the opera than because of it, cannot be blamed upon the management. "Manon Lescaut," one of the juici est lemons from Puccini's basket, served as the initial dish of the sea son. It affords the opportunity for much good singing on the part of Martinelli, whose voice seems never to grow less glorious, and for an elegant stage portrait by Lucrezia Bori, a blonde and winsome Lorelei. There were subsidiary parts skillfully man aged by D'Angelo and Defrere. And the last mentioned gentleman seems to be in better voice than at any time in the last five years. AS for the opera itself one has only to return to the novel by Pre- vost to realise what a painful com bination that good Abbe and Puccini can make. One of those heart-rend ing volumes about a lady who didn't have sense enough to know when she was well kept, it reads today like a synthesis of Elsie Dinsmore and Elinor Glyn. Combine with its maud lin sentimentality the music of a com poser in the last stages of operatic diabetes and listen to what you get. I dare you. But it was Ravinia on an opening night, and Martinelli and Bori were in the cast. Nothing else really mat tered much. For I still hold to a thesis laboriously outlined a number of years ago, that Ravinia, by reason of its intrinsic allure, is a place where you perforce check your critical can ons at the depot. Moon and stars, almost always present in romantic splendor, subtle chirping sounds from the wooded park, the gentle swaying of colored lanterns, the glittering coal of a cigarette in the dark, the moun tainous shadow of the conductor on the ceiling, all these trifling and eva nescent details give Ravinia a unique and thrilling glamour. Merely because of the charm of his location Mr. Eck stein has a head start on most im presarios. And, leaving aside a few citrus specimens like Manon Lescaut, his repertoire measures up satisfac torily with the best of his American colleagues. THE inaugural week-end included a concert devoted to American composers and a glorious performance of Henri Rabaud's "Marouf." In that opera an important part of the French wing swung into action. The success of "Marouf" as a vehicle at Ravinia is a tribute to some keen artistic and business judgment. It failed at the Metropolitan, partly because of those TWE CHICAGOAN 29 mysterious causes that contribute to operatic failures, and mainly because the auditorium was not intimate enough for the type of fun it has to project. Eckstein saw that it had all the essentials of a good show for his kind of a theatre. Its score is good, it allows opportunity for engaging scenery and attractive ballet, and, most of all, it is fruitful in comedy, both high and low. And I mean com edy that actually gets across the foots, not that brand of operatic humor that you nervously laugh at because you are so surprised to discover it. Yvonne Gall and Hasselmans, the French conductor, are completely aware of the opera's comedic possibili ties. And Chamlee's Marouf is a pivot around which the diversion swings. All three sense that Rabaud's score does not have to do with the naive Arabian nights dream of the Scheherezade Suite. There is none of Rimsky's painful seriousness or mock- Orientalism in this music. It is frankly a glimpse of the Orient as seen from the boulevards by a ripely sophisticated musical farceur and his librettist. That is the way Chamlee and Gall play it. And they are ably assisted by Rothier as the ponderous and gullible Sultan and the veteran Trevisan as the querulous Vizier. Ruth Page returns in •"Marouf" after many wanderings to dance before the court of the Sultan in a stunning cos tume by Remisoff. The opera is a completely successful Ravinia adven ture and worth whatever long trek you have to make to hear it. THE Chicago Musical College is maintaining musical interest in the Loop during the long sumrrtjrr months. It has announced a series of late afternoon and late morning re citals in the Central theatre. It means to continue them throughout July and August. Moissaye Boguslawski, pianist, con tributed a Chopin recital to this series on Thursday, June 27. I regret to chronicle that M. Boguslawski is just another pianist. His Chopin is rea sonably competent but it is restless and wanting in poetic maturity and poise. This restlessness does not seem to derive from any nervousness or lack of confidence but from the inherent desire some pianists have to neglect coherence and clarity for break-neck speed and brilliance. ART and your HOME Colby furnishings fittingly illustrate this statement by a famous authority "Much as I want to bring good art to the museum I am more interested in bringing good art into the home. . . . There is just as much art in furni ture, curtains, tablecovers, silverware, as there is in the pictures or statuary in the museum. ... A beautiful room can bring enjoyment and happiness." — Robert W. DeForest, President Metropolitan Museum of An John A. 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Vocal acrobatics byEddie Thom as, mixed with the musical magicof the Colonial Club Orchestra. 4347 THE court room is crowded, un easy. It is confused in a kind of back-stage bustle as though a court set were being elaborately prepared for a drama — a drama which is never entire ly ready for curtain call, but which suddenly finds itself onstage. Principals, to be sure, are composed in the manner of veteran actors. Judge Charles H. Miller opens with an easy and graceful little speech warning against any demonstration from specta tors. The newspaper boys — and girls — jammed to an impromptu press table get that down. Attorneys Bussian and Ehrlich seat themselves half facing each other across the lawyers' table. Mr. Joseph R. Ator, of The Post, seats himself, too; he seats himself so casu ally that his chair collapses. He draws a mild round of applause. The jury shambles in, finds its various places and is at once decently comatose. The de fendant, Franklin S. Hardinge, whispers to his lawyer. Hardinge is a meek, gray little man; his years show on him. His moustache is jaunty, his eyes quick, his suit a young man's color but an old man's cut. Nevertheless, he ap pears small, unoffensive, insignificant, a Don Juan only through the inexpli cable magic of the law. The plaintiff assumes the other chair for cross-ex amination. A handsome woman, neat ly dressed, she answers questions with languid composure. She tilts her head back (her profile, by the way, is her best angle) and recounts her story with a gossip's astonishing exactitude in re peating every verbal detail. BUT these are principals. Specta tors, always the supers of a court drama, are less composed. To begin with they stand in awe of the courts and of legal processes. The glitter and parry of legal fencing is swift, be wildering, exciting — but it is danger ous. Spectators are in awe of bailiffs who guard the doors and arrange on lookers according to unpredictable whim and with indefinite but dreadful authority. Moreover, this is not play acting, but the real stuff. The lady on the stand is suing for $250,000 which is a lot of money. Shabby, sentimental, curious people may well stand aghast before such high and valorous adven ture. And spectators are aghast. The fat domestic on the first bench is pop-eyed with vicarious emotion as the cross-ex- amination proceeds. Two young girls who have just squeezed past the har assed doorkeeper pause for a hurried inventory of the plaintiff on the stand. One feels the verdict is favorable. A quick survey completed, the girls find their places against a distant wall. A resolute middle-aged woman ploughs past the doorman like a 10,000-ton cruiser going into action; her leather sandals set up a clamorous squeaking but she finds her place and keeps it. She is in for the day — no doubt abour. it. Men shuffle and gape in fascina tion, whisper to each other, snicker. Enter the lictors as with a fanfare of trumpets. To be sure they are not lictors but newspaper photogs bearing cameras and tripods in lieu of fasces. Court attaches bow before these sym bols of authority. A bailiff speaks to the judge. His Honor is agreeable. There will be no flashlights, however. The lictors parade before the courtroom and, the judge being absent for a mo- TI4E CHICAGOAN 31 o dd electrical items strikingly different TOASTMASTER i/dutomalic — no watching no turning^ no burning. •V Icijustable cJSridge Corcniere ~ an ingenious invention for home lighting. LAMP SECTION njo model jor early / imcricun interiors. TELECHRON ELECTRIC CLOCK at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON CJ LECTRIC SHOPO 72 W. ADAMS ST., CHICAGO "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois For the Strenuous Season O dd electrical items strikingly different TOASTMASTER i/dutomalic — no watching no iurningf no burning. & Icijustable CyJridge Corchiere ~ an ingenious invention for home lighting. LAMP SECTION njo model jor early /imcricun interiors. TELECHRON ELECTRIC CLOCK at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON CJ LECTRIC SHOPO 72 W. ADAMS ST., CHICAGO "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois For the Strenuous Season ment to answer a phone call, snap the plaintiff. "What a crust," mutters a reporter in heartfelt admiration, "what a crust!" From a reporter this is trib ute indeed. THE cross-questioning goes on. It is prosaic for the most part, ludicrously matter of fact. People who have come for a gladiatorial com bat between lawyers hear the attorneys in a verbal checker game. Now yes terday's session was dramatic; it was spicy, sexy, red-hot and catch-as-catch can. Today Ben Ehrlich reads his question from a typewritten list, not bothering to rise and thunder. Bus- sian is on his feet objecting after every second question. This puzzles the supers, annoys the newspaper boys. "What the H . This is no cor poration law case. Let's have a show and quit all this objecting!" — the press bench is impatient. It wants action. There is little action to be had. There is a flurry of interest. A ques tion about sweethearts. Was the plain tiff ever a Mr. Nax's sweetheart? At torney Bussian objects. Ben Ehrlich maintains it is a fair question. "It doesn't," he says, "take an expert to tell what a sweetheart is." Anyway the answer is no. Spectators shift and smile. The jury looks pleased an in stant and relapses into coma. BUT there are few flurries. When court is adjourned for a short re cess the newspaper boys commiserate with each other over a dull session. Aimless loungers smoke and mumble in the corridor outside. The defendant strolls by at a stooped elderly gait. He smokes a cigarette in a short ivory holder. He appears bland, harmless. Newspapers boys speculate on the plaintiff's age. She is, they maintain, older than she says. She is 35 any way, 40 maybe. As for the defend ant, he is 62. The press is vigorously cynical. Its password is Hooey. Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $5. (I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) T^lame Address —a magazine exactly suited in viewpoint, touch and gusto to the exacting needs of acivilized reader during the crowded and critical months of June, July and August. 32 TWECUICAGOAN s 0 that you may enjoy ... all outdoor sports drink plenty of CHIPPEWA NATURAL SPRING WATER "The purest and softest natural spring water in the world" Bottled at the Spring Phone Roosevelt 2920 TRY IT — drink eight glasses a day for two weeks. If not completely sat isfied we will refund your money. Chippewa Spring Water Company 1318 S. Canal St. 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. Ihe- CI4ICACOCNNE All Around the Town By MARCIA VAUGHN ODDLY enough, a July shopping excursion is a pleasant affair. One is undisturbed by the worries that attend the building up of a wardrobe — every self-respecting summer outfit should be fairly complete ere this — and the little odd dresses, hats and accessories one picks up in a day's jaunt are merely the liqueurs that round out the big fashion-fest of the earlier sea son. There is a brief lull in gift-giving, and it is more fun than work to shop for the things that brighten the country house or town apartment. Summer items are airy and frivolous, and the hunt for them should be undertaken in like spirit, which usually sends us home with things we don't need very hard but enjoy to the limit. Here is the system. You feel vaguely that the apartment is a bit stuffy -these hot days in spite of slip covers and the exile of heavy draperies. But you don't do anything very strenuous about the matter and just happen to spy a fabric in an unlikely spot like Field's lace counter. Venetian cloth is just the thing for summer curtains, bedspreads, lampshades, and similar knick-knacks. Something like Argentine, but finer and mistier, delightfully crisp and sheds dust splendidly. In a shimmery sea green it is the coolest thing imaginable and immediately rouses visions of tin kling glasses and all the other appur tenances of a good summer afternoon. THAT vision starts us off to see what Burley's, for instance, might have to offer in refreshing new glass ware, and we acquire some thin-blown stemware goblets that sport a gay Eng lish hunting scene on a background of delicate green. Now that we are here, we recall that the faithful old week-end bag that has done duty so many years looks pretty moth eaten, so we dive into Burley's exciting new luggage sec tion. They have some stunning im ported and domestic cases, among them Duotone bags in two tones of green hogskin or black and russet combina tions. Another, a navy blue imported Morocco case, should do one proud in the most distinguished assembly of lug gage anywhere, the different sizes rang ing from only thirty-five to fifty dollars. There are some good-looking canvas cases for as little as fifteen dollars. These are ideal for motoring trips, since they are light-weight, stand up well under rough treatment and do not show dust. Well, the glasses and the luggage jog that "summer home" cell in our brain. If the summer home is a rough- ish cabin we must visit the interesting Pendleton Wool Shop in the Palmer House. All the offerings of this little place are woven at the Pendleton Mills in Oregon or by Indians on the western reservations. They are just right for camps and ranches and very reasonably priced. Some lovely Indian rugs dis play all the native designs and colors and they may be complemented by warm Pendleton blankets in similar figures and hues. Here is the place, too, to get authentic coats and jackets that give one a woodsy, lumberjack sort of feeling and are impervious to rain, mud, or any outing mishaps. FOR more sophisticated country places Mandel's show a bright col lection of stick willow furniture which is in high favor this season. In good modern design, it is a fine thought for those who like the modernistic things but don't care to live with them all the year 'round. It is solid, non-creak ing, and stick willow does not snag silk dresses and stockings as so much pesky summer furniture has a mean way of doing. Quite a few people achieve a dif ferent but just as summery effect with Colonial or French Provincial maple and cherry. Colby's is a rich mine for graceful pieces in these styles, fat little chairs covered in prim, small-figure glazed chintz, wing chairs with covers of a new imported cretonne that looks almost like hand-blocked linen, and a large assortment of odd cupboards, benches, sofas, desks, tables and the like. Whenever the business of color se lection in any furnishings gets a bit confusing, twenty-five cents can be of surprising value. Devoe and Reynolds at 29 South Wabash distribute for this little sum a chart with a whirling disk that discloses an innumerable array of varying tone harmonies and contrasts. Decorators use it extensively. THE CHICAGOAN Faces Must Be Flawless -E ven in dummer! TO BE facially chic, to maintain a cool, intriguing, fastidious beauty — even when the mercury soars dizzily — follow the Helena Rubinstein code of summer beauty. When you face the sun— protect your skin from the sun's burning, ageing, coarsening rays by using either Valaze Sunproof Cream or Sunproof Lotion as a powder base, to prevent sunburn and freckles. If you like the tan vogue, simply apply the fascinating sunproof Gypsy Tan creations, in stead of subjecting your beauty to the ruinous sun-rays. When you go travelling or touring- take with you one of the attractive Helena Rubinstein beauty and make-up cases, fully equipped with cleansing and beautifying cream, cooling, bracing lotion to revive heat-fatigued tissues and other beauty essentials, as well as the most ex quisite cosmetics in existence. Creations that come to you from the world's lead ing beauty specialist! As frequently as possible — come to the luxurious Helena Rubinstein salon where gifted fingers, trained in an indi vidualized technique that has no counter part the world over, pat mysteriously effective elixirs and emollients into your face — bracing the tired contour — sooth ing out squint lines and signs of fatigue — clearing up the complexion. For Face, Scalp, Hands, or Eyes — you may have specialized Beauty Treatments. Even a Single Treatment here at the Helena Rubinstein salon brings to light your most entrancing self! PARIS LONDON 670 N. Michigan Avenue Helena Rubinstein Beauty Creations are obtainable at better shops, o - order direct from the Salon NO one with a summer place to plan for should pass up Von Lengerke and Antoine's, just south of Devoe and Reynolds. Aside from its sterling collection of sports equipment, this noted house does some silly things very nicely. A game of Skittle Dice is an amusing bit of nonsense for idle afternoons on the porch or lawn, and Gee Whiz, the horse-race game, is newer than roulette and just as excit ing for gamblers. In the golf depart ment you can find a handsome set of metal holes and flags to sink into the lawn for putting practice. Only twelve dollars. Add a few of the novel hazards shown in this same de partment and you have a grand game of Obstacle Golf that provides merri ment, excitement and betting possibili ties as well as practice in placing your shots. Thirsty souls find diversion here also. So many people are wont to sigh be cause "there is no place in Chicago" with such enticing equipment for scof- flaws as the justly famous Abercrombie and Fitch in New York. They might be reminded gently that Von Lengerke and Detmold are incorporated with Abercrombie and Fitch and we can get everything here that the New York store produces. Thus laden, figuratively, with games, hangings, and furniture, it is quite laudable to refresh one's feminine heart with a necklace of sun-tan pearls from Peacock's costume jewelry section. We generally associate Peacock's with only the costly jewels and silver, and yet this section offers distinctive semi- pre cious pieces at astonishing prices, some things for as little as three dollars. For ventures into the country it might be well to tuck in a bottle of Dorothy Gray's Sunburn Cream. Perfectly greaseless and invisible, applied before going out into the sun, it prevents blistering and painful burns while the desired golden tan is achieved. ON your way home dart into Hor- der's on West Randolph Street for a Bedell Automatic Pencil. This — don't laugh — is something new for masculine bridge prizes. It has been out only a week or so and is genuinely automatic. No unscrewing and hunt ing for leads every two days; it feeds itself on twelve long leads, which means it need only be refilled about once a year. Two-fifty, three-fifty, and five dollars, I believe. Nelle Diamond, Inc. Pre-lnventory Sale Commencing Monday, July 15th, former prices .... even original costs .... are utterly disregarded in this sale. As it is contrary to the policy of this estab lishment to carry over merchandise from season to season ... . every outfit must be disposed of ... . regardless of cost .... before taking inventory August 1st. Dresses — Formerly Up to $225.00 NOW $15.00495.00 Coats — Formerly Up to $275.00 NOW $25.004125.00 TWO PIECE FRANKLIN KNIT SPORTSWEAR Formerly Up to $125.00 NOW $65.00 Hats — Formerly Up to $55.00 NOW $5.00410.00 FUR SCARFS OF ALL KINDS AT 50% REDUCTIONS NO CREDITS. ALL SALES FINAL NO EXCHANGES An early selection is advised, as these astound ing values cannot last but a short while. 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Cream of Tomato Soup m The Plaza Jkim/AMt-Bnident i f "New York's latest supreme hotel achievement Fifth Avenue, fifty eighth to fifty ninth stmts- directly adjacent to the new fashion and. shopping center. Overlooking Central Park with i& lake* and knolls: especially refreshing during/ the spring and summer months. J Jam? management as Hotel Plaza I BOOK/ By No Means Hammocky Books By SUSAN WILBUR JUST outside my study window there are three tree tops. I suppose that they are the reason I took this apart' ment. In the spring I am entertained by small foliage against the sky. And with the first two hot days in July the upper leaves dry and drop off with a quite authentic smell of autumn. But this year my trees are apparently not more prococious than the fall book season. The new firm of Jonathan Cape and Harrison Smith being largely responsible. This firm was organized last January. Toward the end of May a fall catalogue containing over fifty titles was personally waved before our astonished eyes by the sales manager come especially to the middle west for that purpose. And promptly on July first the books themselves began falling about our feet. Not hammocky books. Real autumn ones. 'The Wave," by Evelyn Scott, a vast panorama of the Civil War, run ning to six hundred and some odd gen- erously filled pages, and giving us not formal history but over two hundred informal assorted glimpses. "Pomp and Circumstance," the memoirs of E. de Gramont, ex-Duchesse de Clermont Tonerre, a woman whose own memory includes the salon of Anatole France, and her family memory Gore House, Lady Blessington, Lord Byron, — her great uncle having been the famous dandy and artist Comte d'Orsay. And though the ex-duchesse herself does not bother to remember back to the French court in the Eighteenth century, nonetheless she reminds the reader every now and then of a certain Mar quis de Gramont by reason of her ability to turn a phrase. She says, for instance, that in her childhood the cul tivation of the affections occupied the leisure time now devoted to speed. And again she remembers for us her governess's definition of paramour as: a wife only she ought not to be. A second marriage in her family made her a connection of the Rothschilds — about whom a chapter. She can re member London society and London celebrity in the great days when peo ple still drove horses. She can remem ber when Anna Gould and Consuelo Vanderbilt were young things in Paris. ALL of which is of course startling , enough in its way. Particularly what she says about some people. Which brings us to the really startling book of the Cape and Smith list: "See How They Run," by Helen Grace Carlisle. This is a first book by a new au- thor. Ho, hum. And it is written in a style which is a mixture of Carl Sandburg, Strange Interlude — the characters think as well as talk — Chinese opera — the characters say I am so and so before they begin — James Joyce, and what other modernistic books have we had recently. Staccato. Not a punctuation mark in the whole thing, except periods. Not a quote. In this style she tells us just what happened, spiritually and otherwise, to three girls who went to New York from Chicago and got jobs in a Revue. A Professor's daughter, a girl from suburbia, a girl from the tenements. It is a literal story and one which by reason of its style gives the effect of literalness. Of getting down to bed rock. Its literalness being not the old- fashioned kind which noted squeaking gas jets and the pattern of the wall paper along the stairs, but a new kind. Psychological naturalism, which gets events down to the very words people think in. GENERALLY speaking, so far as America is concerned, Goncourt prize novels have come and Goncourt prize novels have gone. In France they might sell their fifty or they might sell their hundred thousand — either true thousands of nine hundred copies or false thousands of four hundred and fifty, as "Vient de Paraitre" has it — but for our part we didn't always even bother to translate them. (This re mark does not of course include Bar* busse's "Under Fire," but then that was a war book.) Then "Jerome" came. If it hadn't been for Jerome we might have let those graybeards go on picking what they liked. But after Jerome we feel we have rights in the matter. And to have the Goncourt prize go to M. Con' stantin-Weyer's, "A Man Scans His Past," is as if the Pulitzer prize should TI4ECI-IICAG0AN 35 For the cinema goer a bit too keen to be entirely casual The 1929 Notion Picture Almanac announces a complete, timely, compact and authoritative survey of the American screen industry — principal entertainer to 40,000,000 of our population. Among other things a careful analysis of the talking picture the short feature presentation acts production and producers long runs film executives production costs films, new and in the making authoritative star biographies Price (Post paid) $2 The Herald-World Bookshop 37 W. Van Buren Street Chicago, Illinois On Sale at Marshall Field & Com pany, Brentano's, Krock's Book Store, Post Office News and the Congress and Drake Hotels. go to a B. M. Bower. Only worse. We're accustomed by now to having the Pulitzer prizes do queer things. To begin with it's a western. And in the second place, as anyone can see by the title it takes itself seriously. The first joke is on page 59, when a traveling salesman remarks that Na poleon's behavior under liquor is "an eloquent plea in favor of the dry regime." The second comes much later, when the priest and the hero c.it down on Paul's corpse to chat, and de cide that perhaps it is not just the thing. The third and last is not the sort you laugh at: Maggie, engaged to someone else, hears of Paul's death, and remarks that she had had an idea all along that things would turn out all right. Imagine however that "A Man Scans His Past" is the first western that was ever written — which it probably is for the French — and it isn't so bad. It has the vigor and frost-bite of Jack London, plus a touch here and there of character study. And it gives a panorama of the west which is tem poral as well as geographic. Horse trading to the south, fur trading to the north, and the passing of the prairie. Monge goes through with horses for sale. "Is it a circus?" asks a blonde daughter of the threshing machine age. Books to Read The Wave, by Evelyn Scott. (Jonathan Cape 6? Harrison Smith.) $2.50. Imagine a comedie humaine and a tra- gedie humaine all compressed into one volume, and you will get some idea of Evelyn Scott's extraordinary achievement in "The Wave." It is not a story of the Civil War in the usual sense of the word but the story of every soldier, civilian, child, statesman, Southern lady, Northern banker, deserter, Tennessee "conscientious objector" who was af fected by the war — and it is done in terms of individual psychology. There is no plot or mechanical unity — the back ground is the only unity — but one after another we see the people who were af fected, usually at the moment when in some way their lives were dislocated. Quite apart from the historic occasion, each of these stories is a keen and deep presentation of a human being. The sheer weight of Miss Scott's achievement is awe-inspiring and her variety of char acters, each one done "from the inside" is almost incredible. War Bugs, by Charles MacArthur. (Doubleday, Doran and Co.) The ex ploits, heroic and hilarious, of the 149th field artillery of the Rainbow Division, which set sail for France in December, FROM THIS SPRING "The Finest Drink in the World" PURE, sparkling water — bub bling up from the famous Corinnis Spring at Waukesha, Wis consin — brought to Chicago in glass-lined tank cars— and deliv ered to your door for but a few cents a bottle. That is Corinnis Waukesha Water, the finest, purest drink in the world. Always crystal-clear and always good to taste. No wondcr thousands of families drink it daily! No wonder it is recom mended by more Chicago physi cians than any other mineral water! Corinnis Water is put up in handy half-gallon bottles for home use. Delivered to your door anywhere in Chicago and Suburbs. 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A tale from the Arabian Nights, set in the time of Charles the Bold, told in Saba- tini's earlier mood and his later manner, and quite likely to be considered by those who go out for romance and swash - buckle, the best thing he has done so far. Illusion, by Arthur Train. (Charles Scrib- ner's Sons.) Wherein Train, the New York lawyer, becomes Train the lawyer New Yorker, and gets together a most extraordinary group of characters known as only a lawyer knows characters — to a lawyer any client is, in the nature of things, somewhat ludicrous — and sets them in violent action to the tune of night clubs, poker, bridge, the things that very wealthy people do, and on the other hand to the tune of what happens on the circus lot and in theatrical board ing houses. Thereby giving the reader an opportunity to guess just which range of events the title applies to. Andrew Johnson: A Study in Cour age, by Lloyd Paul Stryker. (The Mac- millan Company. What might have hap pened to Lincoln and what did happen to Johnson when he attempted to carry out Lincoln's policies of reconstruction. The first really unbiased and thoroughly documented biography of our impeached, or very nearly impeached, president that has so far been written. It shows him all of a piece: the Governor-elect of Ten nessee who refused a bodyguard and walked slowly, the vice-president to whom an assassin appointed by Booth gave the once over and then thought . better of it, the president who faced the music. See How They Run, by Helen Grace Carlisle. ¦ (Jonathan Cape and Harrison Smith.) A modernistic canvas portray ing three Chicago girls, who go to New York, which will quite probably not be liked by Boston. A Man Scans His Past, by M. Constan- tin-Weyer. Translated by Slater Brown. (The Macaulay Company.) A western by a Frenchman who has been cowboy, lumberman, and fur-trader in our own west, — from Hudson Bay to the Gulf of Mexico — and who writes of experiences somewhat similar to his own on the part of a man who reads books in between his adventures, and who had the misfor tune to marry an illiterate, though beau tiful girl of the prairies, who in turn found out that she loved somebody else, and accordingly eloped with him. Vivid background and adventure of the Jack London type. Pomp and Circumstance, by E. de Gra mont, ex-duchesse de Clermont-Tonnerre. Translated by Brian W. Downs. Intro duction by Louis Bromfield. (Jonathan Cape and Harrison Smith.) Memoirs of an attractive French noblewoman, one- fourth Scotch, who is old enough and interesting enough to have known every one in London and Paris and also such Americans as frequented her circles in those cities. 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