August 31, 1929 Price 15 Cents mm Reg.U. >. Pat. <>$ WHEN BETTER A U TO MOBILES ARE BUILT n will imitate the. STUTZ When you look through the automobile ad vertising in newspapers and magazines — it reads like a roll-call of performance-with- safety features originated by Stutz. Four years ago, Stutz first introduced safety glass all around ... It is just beginning to appear on other cars! In 1 926 the Safety Stutz first brought out low- weighted safety — engineered into the chassis by frame design and by the adoption of the worm drive. Ever since that time, other cars have been whittling down, inch by inch — making wheels smaller — cutting down head room inside the body to LOOK as low as the Stutz. But Stutz still has a floor line more than 20% lower than the conventional car— with plenty of head room above it and plenty of road clear ance below. At the 1929 Automobile Shows, Stutz created a sensation by introducing Noback — a remarkable safety device which automat ically prevents backward rolling on inclines, without use of the brakes . . . Now Noback has been adopted by another car. But mark this fact — it takes ten other automo biles combined to give you what you get in ONE CAR when you buy the Stutz — and in addition, Stutz still has several major features all its own! That is why we say, "when better automo biles arz built, they will imitate the STUTZ." And there is still plenty of room for imitation. Only Stutz and Blackhawk give you real pro tection from side-collision — by solid steel running boards integral with the frame. You can take the Stutz out on the open road — spin the speedometer up to 60 miles per SAFETY STUTZ and BLACKHAWK cars hour — and gently come to a full stop in 142 feet 6 inches. Three-fifths the distance re quired by normal brakes ! Can any other stock car match this deceleration? Valve-in-head motor— overhead cam— safety glass — Noback — dual ignition — dual carbu- retion — worm drive — double-drop frame transmission with four forward speeds— Ryan- Lites— you get them ALL in the Stutz and Blackhawk. PERFORMANCE-WITH-SAFETVI That is what you get in the Safety Stutz and Blackhawk. An automobile fortified against every hazard of traffic— yet a car which will win any feminine heart by its inner luxury and outer beauty of line. That, in brief, is the Safety Stutz. The leader which appeals to leaders. Until you sit behind its wheel, you cannot know all that a modern car should be. STUTZ CHICAGO FACTORY BRANCH, INC. 25C0 SO. MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO, ILL. NO OTHER CAR MAKER COULD TRUTHFULLY SIGN THIS ADVERTISEMENT TWECWICAGOAN THE PALL FASHION MIRROR For Sports — mixed tweeds, homespuns, jersey knits in hen na, brown, bottle green, black, white. Slightly longer skirts. For Afternoon —Velvets and Crepe de chine in black and white favored. Many skirts slightly longer at back. I1AR/HA1L FIELD & COI1PAI1Y For Evening— Molded silhou ette. Long uneven skirts. Vel vets, satin, chiffon and lacelead in black, white,olive,lightblue. Outstanding models from the Paris Fall Openings have been selected for the new Sixth Floor Collections. 2 TI4ECMICAG0AN STAGE Musical Comedy FOLLOW THRU— Apollo, 74 West Ran- dolph. Central 8240. A pleasant eve ning on a very lively and tuneful golf theme made in something less than par for musical shows. Miss Olive Olson a star commedienne, the cast shapely, the revue good. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. PLEASURE BOUND— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A merry stagepiece bright with stars, which has successfully gone through the dog days with no closing date in sight. It offers Phil Baker, Jack Pearl, Eileen Stanley, Shaw and Lee. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Drama THE HUT FARM— Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. The best stage comedy currently before the Town and featuring Wallace Ford. The Nut Farm is due to close September 14. Well, if you haven't seen it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE KIBITZER— Woods, 74 West Ran- dolph. Central 8240. A comedy newly arrived and displaying Mr. George Sid ney's stage antics. To be reviewed. 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 AHD GARTER— Madison at Hal- sted. A raucous and crowded stage which draws pretty well during the sum mer doldrums. It is a novelty to the blase theatregoer, a source document for the student of the stage, and the grand est spectacle ever heard of for West Madison Street's wide ranging popula tion. Midnight Saturday. 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. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Tennis, by Constantin Alajalov Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Tables and Tableaux 4 Editorially 7 The Greatest Ever — A Considera tion of World's Series, by War ren Brown 9 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 11 Suggested Civic Emprise, by Sandro.. 12 Night Harbors, by Francis C. Cough- lin 13 The Chicago Athletic Club, by Paul T. Gilbert 1? Town Talk 17 A. N. Rebori — Chicagoan, by A. M. Nolan 22 The Roving Reporter, by Francis C. Coughlin 23 The Stage, by Charles Collins 25 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 26 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 3 2 Books, by Susan Wilbur 34 Go, Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 36 CINEMA [See daily papers for whereabouts'] THE SOPHOMORE: Eddie Quillan, Sally O'Neil and associates in the first talking slapstick comedy. [Go and have a good laugh.] MADAME X: Ruth Chatterton's best talk ing-picture and the best emotional drama recorded to date. [Yes.] THE GREEK MURDER CASE: William Powell as Philo Vance and the mystery as good as new. [Get in before it starts.] WONDER OF WOMEN: Lewis Stone as Stephan Trombolt in Sudermann's The Wife of Stephan Trombolt. Partially vocal. All good. [Go.] THE GAMBLERS: Charles Klein's stage- play excellently reproduced by H. B. Warner, Lois Wilson, George Fawcett and other eminently vocal players. [Surely.] THE SIHGLE STANDARD: Greta Garbo, Nils Asther and two other fellows. [No.] THUHDER: Lon Chaney at low ebb. [By no means.] PICCADILLT: What became of Gilda Grey. [Under no circumstances.] BASEBALL Cub games are here piously listed in an ticipation of a world's series. See also the words of Mr. Warren Brown, page 9 of this issue. September 24, Chicago at Philadelphia. September 25, Chicago at Cincinnati. September 26, 27, Cincinnati at Chicago. September 28, 29, 30, 31, Chicago at Pittsburgh. September 1, 2, 2*, St. Louis at Chicago. September 4, 5, 6, Chicago at St. Louis. September 7, 8, 9, Boston at Chicago. September 10 is open, although it will probably see a game with Boston here. * Labor Day double-header. 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. 9:15 a. m. Ar. 12:45 p. m. Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:30 p. m. Twelve-passenger tri- motored planes. (No Sunday service.) MINNEAPOLIS— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:50 p. m. Lv. 6:10 p. m. Ar. 10:40 p. m. Fourteen-passenger tri-motored planes. * Central standard time. For reserva tions and information phone State 7111. All planes take off from the Municipal Air port, 63rd St. and Cicero Ave. The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor- ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: ing Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco Vol. VII. No. 12— Aug. 31, 1929. Entered as. second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish- 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Advertis- Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies ISc. at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWECUICAGOAN 3 The Marmon Sales Company's Retail Headquarters at 2419 South Michigan Boulevard A NOTABLE ADDITION TO CHICAGO'S AUTOMOBILE ROW . . . MARMON'S NEW HOME AT 2419 S. MICHIGAN Che marmon sales company, Marmon-Roosevelt distributors, are now completely established in their new headquarters, 2419 S. Michigan. Operations, however, are not lim ited to one building. 2419 S. Mich igan is the Retail Salesroom. Across the avenue, 2420 S. Michigan, the Used Car Display, Parts Department and General Shop are maintained, while a few steps away, at 2425-27 S. Wabash, is the Service Building. In these modern quarters are all facilities for proper sales and serv ice of Marmon and Roosevelt cars. George P. Miller, President of the Marmon Sales Company, needs no Used Car Display, 2420 S. Michigan introduction as a Chicago automo bile man. For years he has headed one of the largest automobile firms in this section of the country. He emerged from a recent business re tirement because he saw the unlim ited possibilities of the new Mar mon-Roosevelt line. L. J. Brady, his general manager, is also well-known in Chicago's au tomobile circles, having been con nected with Mr. Miller in previous automobile affiliations. There is on display at the Mar mon Sales Company a complete line of Marmon and Roosevelt straight- eights, in all body types and colors —the only full line of straight-eights in the industry selling at moderate price. Prices, at factory, are: Roosevelt, $995; Marmon 68, $1465; Marmon 78, $1965. Group equipment extra. ooseveli 4 THE CHICAGOAN [LISTINGS BEGIN ON PAGE 2] ST. PAUL— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:40 p. m. Lv. 6:10 p. m. Ar. 10:40 p. m. 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. 8:30a.m. Ar. 12:30 p. m. Lv. 2:00 p. m. Ar. 6:00 p. m. Two and four'passenger cabin planes. TABLES North' EDGE WATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. The Marine Dining Room cooled by the lake and very carefully served pulsates to the rhythm of Ted Fiorito's band. A dining and dancing selection extremely respectable and frequented by genuinely nice people. Friday night finds the coh legians out in force and flannels. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. The Gold Coast here dines in its authentic environ' ment. Worldly, alert, splendidly served. John Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Largest of the class inns, the Drake offers superior dining and dancing, good people and superior accessories. Jack Chapman's band. Dancing until 2:00 week nights, 3:00 Saturdays. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Convenient to the mid-north side, adequately served and staffed. The Belmont is a diner choice for the Sunday motorists. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 East On tario. Delaware 0930. A late and lively resort catering to Townwise folk, Am- bassadeur bowls along under the knowing direction of Danny Barone. An excellent choice for night livers. Swell hostesses. Jimmy Noone's band. Ernie Hales is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. A late and knowing refuge, too. Southern and Chinese cooking. Enter' tainers. And handsome hostesses. Until dawn or thereabouts. Gene Harris is headwaiter. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 North Mich igan. Fashionable and exclusive, as such distinctions go, this restaurant offers a brave menu and dining at colorful tables out'of 'doors. A star for the summer diner. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 North Clark. Delaware 1456. At this place you give everybody but Aunt Emmy from Wichita a resounding break. Open until the milkman calls. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. When louder night clubs are made, Kelly's will still be screaming well up the register. Loudest night club in the universe. Young, very informal, a show spot. Johnny Makeley is headwaiter. RED STAR INN— H28 North Clark. Delaware 3942. A rosy and opulent Gasthaus tremendously served with Ger' man viands at quaint tables, all under the beneficent eye of Papa Galleur, pro' prietor. May we commend potted squab with red cabbage? JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. A sea food emporium breath'taking in range and outlook, laud' ably insistent on sound cooking and am' pie portions. Open until 4:00 a. m. A show place. Jim Ireland sees to tables in person. L'AIGLON— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. Mons. Teddy Majerus — though now in Europe — supervises L'Aiglon through the eye of Mons. Alphonse Ma' jerus, who carries on the family tradition. Private dining rooms of all sizes. A fair band. Open late. JULIENS— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. The succulent frog leg and tender scallop here are offered up in sacrifice to good eating at tremendous tables. Table d'hote at 6:30 sharp. Telephone for reservations and forthcoming menu. Mama Julien presides. Downtown BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 South Mich igan. Harrison 4300. An unquestioned high point in cuisine and accommoda' tion, the Blackstone makes for the better life in Chicago. August Dittrich is mai- tre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. Largest of the Town's hotels. The Stevens nevertheless is nicely adjusted to the individual guest. Roof garden dancing and promenade to Ralph Foote's band offer mild diversion until 2:00 a. m. Stalder is headwaiter. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A show place — mildly — and convenient to the boulevard, with the added attractions of the Balloon Room plus Peacock Alley. A good Sat urday night. Gene Fosdick's band. Ray Barrette is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A very gracious inn, neatly served and tuneful to the leading hotel orchestra hereabouts. An intelli' gent choice for luncheon. Muller is mai' tre d'hotel. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. A downtown night place, well patronized, and heavy on entertainment. Patrons are apt to be a diverse group, with the consequent range from interest to hilarity, depending on your table. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Impos ing English victual is here soothingly brought to the table. Superb steaks and chops and a most authentic atmosphere. Charles Dawell is proprietor. The clos ing time, 9:00 p. m. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. American foods lovingly compounded and briskly served here make possible a profitable evening behind the napkin. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. South CAFE LOUISIAHE— 1341 South Michi gan. Michigan 1837. A Creole eating parlor unsurpassed. Dancing, too, if you are so disposed. Open late. Jovial. The prudent diner orders a Louisiane meal a la carte after conference with Mons. Max, headwaiter, or with Mons. Gaston Alciatore, who is high priest in the Creole rite. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. A thoroughly aware dinner choice anywhere on the mid-south side. A wide range of excellent food, perfect service. GUET SAM'S— Wentworth at 22nd. A Chinese hell. Very clean, quiet, lavishly served — altogether a wise choice for the diner who fancies Oriental dishes. WUN KOW'S, in the same block, is less showy, but it concedes nothing to Guey Sam in the kitchen. The Open Road SKY HARBOR PETRUSHKA CLUB— Sky Harbor, The Dundee Road, say five miles out of Glencoe. A modern and musical club in the authentic Russian manner resolutely patronized by the best people and altogether enjoyable, brisk, novel and satisfying. Telephone North- brook 64. VILLA VENICE— The Milwaukee Road, near Wheeling. An opulent and beau tiful harbor in a splendid formal setting. Dining, dancing and looking at the revue prepared under the eye of Mons. Albert Bouche. And good people. Telephone Wheeling 8. GARDEN OF ALLAH— Route 42A off the Dempster Road. A night place under the supervision of Al Tierney. The Garden is considered further on page 13 of this LIKCOLK TAVERN— Dempster Road at Morton Grove, Illinois. Considered, too, on page 13. Ray Miller's band until Labor Day. After that chicken dinners. THE DELLS— Across the street from the Tavern. With Coon Sanders. See also page 13. A Bit Novel LIHCOLH TURNVEREIN— 1005 Diver- sey Parkway. A brief paragraph is here recorded in memory of a splendid eve ning with German victual and a string quartette which solemnly did Die Loreli in response to a flapper's request for something lively and loving. THE VITTORIA— 746 Taylor. Sig. Joe Ambra did here upon a Wednesday last prepare his matchless Ravoli a. la Joe and achieve a noble platter of fried chicken in olive oil and leeks. Also he furnished firm Italian sweet cookies. And played, between cooking and serving, upon his mandolin. Bravo! THE CHICAGOAN 5 HANDSOME CABINETS FOR FINE RADIOS Fine cabinets for fine radios — handsome pieces of exclusive John M. Smyth design — are shown in the Radio Section (First Floor, East Wing). The assort ment includes a wide selection, readily adapted to the popular receivers in the John M. Smyth display. LEFT: Elaborately carved radio console of gen uine walnut throughout; cabinet only . . $125 John 9% Smyth C% ompany 'Jfadistm&stofMlsted THE CHICAGOAN Wolock & Bauer Shoes of the Hour INDIVIDUAL Delightfully different ... the Salons new Originals for Fall . . . each reflecting and revealing in every subtle shade and every supple line the sumptuous elegance and sophistication of the Autumn mode. We cordially invite you to view our Lovely New Originals for Autumn THE SALON OF WOLOCK & BAUER MICHIGAN AVENUE AT MADISON STREET SWAN song for The Journal! ¦— ¦ > ¦ The oldest and in some ways L U I I O the liveliest newspaper in Chi' cago went into its death throes on August 2, bravely mask ing its mortal hurt under an announcement of "association of activities" with The Daily Tiews. Since then it has been issued as an experimental hybrid, half its old self and half Hews "features." On or about Labor Day its familiar typography, its title and its soul will vanish from the civic scene. The idea seems to be that with this month's educa tion on 7<lews material, the circulation of the Journal will transfer its allegiance. The death of a newspaper is often as dramatic as the sinking of a ship. A gallant company of adventurers goes adrift; and who can say upon what stark and bitter shores their fates will be cast? In the case of the Journal, how ever, there is no need for moaning at the bar. That im pressive liner, the Walter A. Strong, is standing by to pick up crew and passengers. At 15 South Market Street, the Thomason plant, lino type machines will clatter and presses will rumble as be fore. Their product, however, will be a "tabloid," or half-sised newspaper in pamphlet form copiously illus trated with pictures of hectic flushes in the day's events. This publication will bear the title of The Chicago Illus trated Times. There will be a re-arrangement of the capi tal structure of the old Journal company, with the T^ujs holding a substantial minority interest. The passing of the Journal means, among other things, that Chicago has lost its only mouthpiece of old-line Democracy. Good-bye, slashing Journal editorials! Good bye, fierce denunciations of federal encroachments upon state's rights! Good-bye, intelligent and caustic criticism of the phariseeism of the Republican party! Those Journal editorials were always worth reading, whether under the reign of the impetuous Eastman, the proconsulship of the sagacious Hall, or the administration of the progressive Thomason. The imminence of the tabloid Times suggests that before the year is out there will be wigs on the green. Chicago daily journalism is intensely and jealously competitive. The Camorra of publishers has frequently hinted that the first man to start a tabloid here would have to accept as his motto: "After me, the deluge." THE death of Mary MacLane, a friendless recluse in an obscure hotel-room on the southern fringe of Chi cago's Black Belt, evoked some excellent sob-writing. Once more, after years of shabby oblivion, she rated as first-page stuff. And now that the last chapter of her frantic life has been written; now that she has gone back with eternally stilled lips to the home-town from which she fled with printed shrieks of rebellion, her case should be referred to a higher court than the press. The social philoso phers would do well to consider Mary MacLane in her historical significance. r i a 1 1 y This errant daughter of literature,. whose collected writings might easily be given the title, Memoirs of My Libido, was the first of the self-expressionists, and also the first of the flappers. She represented the missing link be tween the shaved bare leg of the present and the bashful ankle of the past. She should be as important to any student of modern manners as the Java ape-man is to anthropologists. She throws the subject into perspective, for she broke loose upon a startled world as far back as 1902. The modern girl's delight in shocking her ancestors and strutting her sex is as old as the first edition of The Story of Mary MacLane. How did it happen that a revolution in manners, a trans- valuation of values in the female code of behavior, started, or seemed to start, with an unruly young woman who couldn't bear the sight of the tooth-brushes hanging up in the family bathroom at Butte, Montana? What seed fell upon that austere provincial soil to produce this amorous diarist with a narcissus complex? What mystic or glandu lar voices spoke to Mary, bidding her go forth into the world as the Jeanne D'Arc of the Warm Mammas? The New Woman has had many famous prophets, from Susan B. Anthony to Henrik Ibsen. But the origin of her wild young sister, the New Female, has not yet been care fully traced. The career of Mary MacLane is Chapter I in The History of Flapperism, ready made for any ambi tious sociologist. This is a work that is crying to be writ ten — yea, crying out loud. ? SPEAKING of the Cubs— and who isn't?— third base was their weakness until McMillan mastered the hot spot and became handy with the war-club. He was recently disabled with a spike- wound. Beck, his first as sistant, was in hospital with an infection. Blair, his second assistant, took up the job, and immediately ruined a game with an incredibly wild throw. This annoys us, and brings up the matter of spikes in general. They should be abolished; they are relics of the 1870 school of thought. With modern ingenuity and ma terials at their disposal, the baseball magnates should spend the winter thinking up a satisfactory substitute for these chisel-edged mutilators that the players wear on their feet. A good shoe engineer could invent a better and safer de vice in five minutes. The prevailing spikes are a menace to a game of skill- - especially when our team is in the lead. Spica delenda est. ? WE are a city of swimmers. Our twenty miles or more of beaches are breeding a population as aquatic as the Kanakas. Health laps with lake- water at our wide civic door-sill during the summer; a Mediterranean culture of bronzed, graceful bodies grows along our shore. Therefore, let the road-builders and island-makers look to it. Our theft of parkway from the inland sea should not be permitted to ruin our swimming opportunities. Alternoon Oxfords ol ruddy- brown. . .with bag to match the formal oxford . . . now as necessary as the sports oxford ... in a com- bination of suede, kid and lizard, with contrasting pipings . . . 22.50 bag to matcn . . . 15.00 SAKS- FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CHICAGO TWtCWICAGOAN 9 "At odd moments during the present baseball race a landed proprietor of Florida, Joe Tinker by name, has gazed on the proceedings at Wrigley Field" *9&\ «.<#&*.. **"" "The Greatest Ever" r acts, Figures and Fallacies Relevant to World s Series Past and Future FOR the past sixteen years, with some detouring along the road that led to the Yankee Stadium, there has been a running fire of argument over the respective merits of the Chicago Cubs of 1908 and the Philadelphia Athletics of 1913. One of these was the greatest baseball aggregation that ever masticated eating tobacco. Which one is largely a matter of civic pride, vocal chords and quality of fuel. We approach now, in various stages of hysteria, and bleacher un dress, the 1929 World's Series, and blime if it isn't Cubs and Athletics, all over again! What the pretensions of the Cubs and Athletics of the current season are to muscle their way into the "greatest ever" argument, I do not profess to know. Times and the styles of base ball have changed so much since 1913, and so much more since 1908, that the debate seems as futile as that over the respective merits of John L. Sullivan and Mr. Eugenic Tunney. BASEBALL nowadays is largely a matter of the wallop. Gone are the memories of Orvie Overall, of By WARREN BROWN Mordecai Brown, of Ed Reulbach. Forgotten are the deeds of Chief Ben der, of Eddie Plank, of Jack Coombs. Hidden away in the musty records are the achievements of that infield com posed of "Stuffy" Mclnnis, Eddie Collins, Jack Barry and Frank Baker, an infield so good that baseball writers reached the 1913 height of extrava gance by calling it "Connie Mack's $100,000 infield." What customer at Will Wrigley 's ball yard, these after noons, can recite even two lines of the verse that was inspired by the machinations of "Tinker to Evers to Chance?" It is true the 1929 Cubs have in Guy Bush a pitcher who is one of the greatest righthanders of his time, and it is equally true that "Lefty" Grove of the Athletics is one of the greatest lefthanders of all time. Nevertheless, the record-breaking crowds that have trailed the Cubs and Athletics since the 1929 campaigning began haven't stormed box offices because they craved pitching. They went to see "Hack" Wilson, Rogers Hornsby, Riggs Stephenson. They went to see Al Simmons, Gordon Cochrane, and Jimmy Foxx. And they went to see them hit! CUB teams have participated in five World's Series, and the lean Cor nelius McGillicuddy has steered five of his organisations into the inter-league competitions in various Octobers. Only once before, in all baseball history, have Cubs and Athletics clashed in World's Series play, and on that occasion they paid off on Connie Mack. This was a meeting between an Athletic unit that was just reaching greatness and a Cub machine that was disintegrating. The Cubs of 1908 and the Athletics of 1913 have never met, except so cially. At odd moments during the present baseball race a landed proprietor of Florida, Joe Tinker by name, has gazed on the proceedings at Wrigley Field. I will ask you to remember that name, Joe Tinker. He was of the Cubs of 1908, and justly famous, but for the purposes of this treatise I would hold him up as famous for something that links him up definitely with the Era of the Wallop: Tinker, in the World's Series of 10 1908, made a home run off "Wild Bill" Donovan of the Detroit Tigers. And that, folks, established him as a marked man, for in all their five excursions into World's Series play that one home run represents the sum total Cub pro duction of wallops, without which a 1929 game leaves something missing. IN the Series of 1906 and 1907 the Cubs produced no home runs. Neither did they in 1910. And in 1918, the last time that a Cub team was in a World's Series, they failed again. Their alibi in 1918 was a sound one. The real hitters were over in the Argonne, and elsewhere, participating in the only World's Series that meant a good gosh-darn in the year 1918. I will ask" you now to pass up Tinker, whose record of one home run must make "Hack" Wilson wonder what-in- hell those guys were doing at the bat. We shall move ahead, three years, to the Series of 1911, when Connie Mack's Athletics met the New York Giants in a set-to that made home run history and started ghost writing on its way to the intensive cultivation it now af fords. Connie had a third base-man, an in offensive chap named Frank Baker. This daring young man hit two home runs in the Series of 1911 and was known forever after as "Home Run" Baker. Think of it — two home runs in a whole Series! And I know fans who watched Babe Ruth get three in a single Series game against the St. Louis Cardinals and left the ball park feeling that they had been cheated be cause he didn't get four or five! IN that Series of 1911, Christy Math- ewson and Rube Marquard had been lined up to "write" the stories of the games. Marquard pitched one in Bak er's alley and the Athletics' third base man slammed it out of the park. There upon Matty's ghost writer cut loose with a criticism of Marquard's stupidity that was caustic, to say the least. The next day it was Matty's turn to pitch, and whether he hurled right or wrong to Baker, the ball once more found its way outside the enclosure. What Marquard's ghost writer had to say about that one has served as a lit erary model for putting someone on the pan ever since. Baker's deeds, plus those of some of his colleagues, contrived to give the Athletics a sum total of a half dozen home runs for five World's Series en gagements. The Cubs, as related, amassed as many as one, the memora- TWE CHICAGOAN ble Tinker wallop. Try and sell the idea that either of these two organiza tions were the greatest ever to some of those bugs who are never happy un less Hack Wilson is dropping a circuit clout somewhere beyond the confines of the ball yard! THE Cubs of 1908 were undoubt edly a marvelous baseball machine. Old timers still speak of them in awed tones. But try and get a line on their merits from the box office statements. In the Series of 1908, which lasted five games, the total attendance was 62,232, an average of a bit more than 12,000 to a game. More than that go out to Wrigley Field now on a dull day in mid-season. The greatest single day's crowd to see these great Cubs of 1908 in World's Series action was 17,- 760. On a nice Friday, any week in the 1929 season, when the Cubs are home, Will Wrigley is accustomed to let more than that number of fair sex, alone, into his ball yard free! In dusting off the records I find that Honus Wagner of Pittsburgh, the Hornsby of his time, was the leading home run hitter in the year 1908. He made ten of those then little under stood wallops. Think of it — ten home runs in a season of 154 games! Last year, while the Yankees were engaged in winning the world's cham pionship in four straight games from the Cardinals, there were made exactly the same number of home runs that it took Wagner, perhaps the greatest righthand hitter of all time, an entire season to compile. But maybe I'm wrong. Wagner, the Cubs of 1908, and the Athletics of 1913 probably were the greatest ever. The bicycle was a heluva sensation once upon a time. Urban Phenomena The Sun Bath YOUNG mother takes infant to the beach at 1 1 a. m. for an hour's sun bath according to high-priced advice of pediatrician. 11:01 a. m.: Rubber ball smac\s baby on ear. Small boy owner rushes up to retrieve property. " 'Sa good thing the kid stopped the ball 'r I'd uv had to run way out to the street for it. What kind's your baby? Boy? I got one, too. Mine's a girl. What color eyes has yours got?" Pokes finger in baby's eye to determine color. TI4E CHICAGOAN n 11:02 a. m.: White-haired lady stoops, creating at joints, to tiddle baby's toes. "Sweet, precious child. Look, he's smiling! That's a sign that he's seeing the angels. They always hover over God's little ones. He hasn't been bap tized yet? My dear, you musn't keep the wee lamb outside the fold another week." 11:03 a. m.: Another young mother wheels infant attired in all articles of a $19.98 layette except the talcum box. "Goodness! Aren't you afraid that your baby will catch cold? I never take my Gracie out without her stock ings. But then Gracie is so delicate; she's particularly susceptible to colds." 11:04 a. m.: Fat man puffs by with Pomeranian fluttering after him on a leash. Stops to investigate feather weight tug on leash. "Now, ain't that too cute! Kiss the baby again, Frou-frou. No, on the mouth, sweetheart. Ain't that just too cunning for words? I wish I had a snapshot of that." 11:05" a. m.: Two couples pass, seeding place to set up beach parasol. Glare at young mother. "Yea, that's the trouble with the beach. Always cluttered up with brats. That dame would grab the only decent spot for our watermelon feed." 11:06 a. to.: Stout motherly soul approaches. "Ach, mein himmel! Do you vant to cook the poor little brains out? Nine children I had, and nefer did I put them in the sun except Elsie and she died, poor thing. This iss your first baby? Ach, ven you haf had nine you vill know how to raise babies. You ought to see my Heinrich. Two hundred and eight-three pounds he weighs now. Ain't that fine. They vas beautiful babies, all nine, except Wilhelm. He vas stillborn. Maude, she died of colic. Herman had con vulsions, but ve pulled him through until he vas eleven months. That vas a job, I tell you. Johann had convul sions, too, but the dear God took him. Helen vas the vun ve had so much trouble with; she lived only eight months. She ate too much sausage. Eric got consumption and Elsie, we nefer did find out vat she died of. But I nefer put them in the sun. Nefer. And you ought to see vat a fine fellow my Heinrich is. Two hundred and eighty-three pounds . . . ." 11:08 a. to.: Angular young woman peers at infant through horn-rimmed spectacles. "Don't you find it rather a waste of time to give your baby sun baths? This humid Chicago atmosphere filters out the ultra-violet rays. If you gave your baby cod liver oil, you could stay at home and improve your mind by reading. It is so important to provide an intellectual environment for the growing child. What is the use, I say, of developing a child's physique if you starve his mentality?" 11:09 a. w.: Cerise-garbed girl ma\es goo-goo eyes at baby. "O-o-o-o, see ze ittsy bittsy boysy! Is oo having nice sunsie bath? Tickle, tickle on ze tummy- turn! O-o-o-o, no, ittsy boysy mussn't c'y. On'y badsy boys c'y. 'Es, oo is badsy boy." 11:10 a. to.: Two women interrupt discussion of yesterday's bridge game. "Well, did you ever? Look at that child. Brown as a berry! I don't care for sun-tanned babies myself. I like them pink and white, don't you?" 11:11 a. to.: Small boy vigorously resumes ball playing. Also another motherly soul appears in the offing. 11:15 a. w.: Young mother gives infant dose of cod liver oil and dumps him bac\ in crib. --FRANCES WATSON. Poetic Acceptances JV/r. Art (The Great) Shires, Local Professional Baseball Player, Ac cents a Commission to Put the Peter Rabbit Series into Verse You've choosed wise, you've choosed well When you picked the Great Shires, for he is swell At writing pomes That should be in every home. He's poet laureate of the Am. League, A league which is pretty big. Can Ruth and Gehrig and Simmons and Foxx Write riming verses as can this first baseman of the White Sox? No. Not like the Great Mr. Shires. Whom all the fans admires. So I accept from force of habit To put into pomes the stories about Peter Rabbit. - DONALD PLANT. "One home run represents the total Cub production in all their jive excursions into World's Series play" 12 TWE CHICAGOAN Suggested Civic Emprise : Let B. & K. Operate the Goodman Theatre at a Profit! THE CHICAGOAN 13 Night Harbors Garden of Allan, Lincoln Tavern, the Dells By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THERE is this much about any spangle of lights along Dundee Road: If the spangle does not become a hot dog stand or a filling station it discloses itself as a roadhouse. And there is no way of telling in advance. But continuing past Morton Grove and turning onto Route 42A one comes smoothly to the Garden of Allah, per haps the most glamorous of road places open to the modest wallet and com paratively close in to the Town. The Garden is set back a cool lane from the concrete, it is open to the prairie breeze — just now likely to be poetical with the proper touch of new mown alfalfa— and it is animated by Lew Lewis' band, a band hardly poetical but strong in rhythm and spirit and un- % usually heavy in brasses. This last is a happy idea, for an ordinary dance orchestra is apt to be overly dilute when mixed liberally with country air. Moreover, if the Garden's band is adequate in filling open spaces, it is no whit more adequate than Eddie Clif ford's voice — the master of ceremonies raises a wapping and a welkin of his own, this particular evensong having to do with the return of a soldier of fortune, and a clamorous return it is, made realistic by a tramping of imag inary railroad ties and impassioned briefs against fate declaimed recitatif. The wanderer, having won his way back mile by weary mile, is presumably gracefully received. The recital is much applauded. There are people here present, it would seem, who have wandered themselves. INDEED, the Garden of Allah is host to a mixed crowd and therefore un like most near-to-Town road places which are commonly given over to youngsters of collegiate ambition and visitors to the city who know cabarets by their radio broadcast reputations only. The Garden is no such haven — jit has its sprinkling, of course, but in the main it is frequented by people who have been going to cabarets a long time and who are knowing — if not too subtle — in their likes and dislikes. For one who prefers the night club to the chicken-shack atmosphere, Garden of Allah would seem to be first choice of roadhouses near in. It is not up to Petrushka nor the Villa Venice — few places are — but it is merry, late, infor mal and reasonably priced. It offers admirable table service under the eye of Christ Anderson, headwaiter. It is not vexed by entrance requirements nor the imposing pish-posh of recognitions, pass-words and what not. And it is overseen by Al Tierney, who has been long and laudably a proprietor of night clubs. Taking one's ease in the Garden as the crowd finds its tables after a dance, one sees all types. A prize fighter with matted black eyebrows, a thick jaw and biscuit ears comes solemnly from the floor. He sits in the bulky, uncomfort able fashion of a large male condemned to an ordinary chair. His coat is ill at ease, at odds with the hopeless task of trying to mould to big shoulders and an over-deep chest. A GRACEFUL couple find their ta ble — excellent dancers both in the true collegiate manner, which is a man ner devoid of intricacies, easy going and amiable. A middle aged Don Juan leads his glittering partner to her place. The pair have danced zealously, she ex- 14 THE CHICAGOAN pert in adjusting her golden slippers to his bungling steps and tolerant of his equally inapt sallies at conversation. Look at this pair well; their kind is a mainstay of all true night places — and one of the saddest little tableaux in the world. And a high school couple, fe verishly swagger. * And a married pair not too long married achieving a brief respite, perhaps, from the care of a young family. And a middle-aged couple, long wed, making a pathetic skirmish against oncoming age. Which is only to say that the Gar den of Allah claims a representative group, that it is convenient to the Town, well-managed and popular. It seats 800 customers. And it closes at 3 o'clock on Saturdays, 2 on week days. LINCOLN TAVERN, now, is a bit ^different. The Tavern is younger, livelier, more generally conformant to one type of patron. It is closer in to the city on Dempster Road at Morton Grove. It moves to brisk and soothing rhythms dispensed by Ray Miller's band, which goes back to College Inn after Labor Day and leaves the Tavern to steak and chicken dinners. In the meantime, the Tavern does its stunts for motoring visitors and entertains a vastly larger radio audience, a public which comes in and gapes on infre quent visits to the city but which, alas, adds little to the genuine atmosphere of the resort. An atmosphere which is young, hey-hey, expert at dancing and avid of yodeling out of sheer ex- huberence. Tonight II Signor Carmine di Gio vanni looses his tenor among the tables, a trained voice which frolics through a modern lyric in offhand manner with ample power to climb over the orches tral accompaniment. Hooray for the Signor! Nice goin', Signor. Helen Savage appears in a white eve ning dress fitted to her like wet silk to offer a blues or two in surroundings where blues are refreshingly naughty. Miss Savage's blues, to be sure, are of no very earthy phrasing; they would scarcely raise a dark eyebrow down on 35th street, but they intrigue the pres ent celebrants and are handsomely handed. Rick and Snyder, notable harmony team, offer a song or so, songs nicely done indeed, and the boys draw a fusillade of encouragement. RAY MILLER takes his baton and stands before his band. A flourish of cornet and woodwinds and the prin cipal business of the Tavern is instantly taken up. The principal business, of course, is dancing. The Tavern is agile, hot-footed, nimble and prodig iously long winded. Boys and girls circle the floor at marathon rates and are extremely serious in step and syn copation; these people do not talk as they dance; they dance well and tire lessly. Ray Miller's band is a good band. Its pieces are 15 altogether. It is smooth and carefully directed, yet one detects an undertone of fatigue in its playing. Very likely, the tireless dancers have worn the band down to a slower pace than usual — if so, it is no wonder. I take the matter up with Karson as he experiments with sketches, estimating proportion and recording de tails of light fixtures and decoration. Karson thinks it very probable. After all, the Tavern is a dancing place, and the youth and his gal who have driven out from the city to dance are resolved to waste no precious mo ment in leisure. Dance they do. An observer grows disturbingly conscious of age and wonders, vaguely, about adopting carpet slippers and buying a radio. In the meantime one signals Henry Dorfner, headwaiter, for a gin- gerale. It is a measureable solace in old age. THE Dells is across the street from Lincoln Tavern. It is young also, and hey-hey. It offers Coon-Sanders' band, which is a smooth band for danc ing, and Mr. Joe Sanders, who sings: Let me be your little dog, Baby, While your big dog's away — And it offers a college night every Fri day, with 'varsity tunes nimble on the trombone. The Dells, moreover, does not countenance stags. It is reasonably late. Reasonably priced. Pretty well attended. However, on the night of this recorder's attendance it offered a marked lack of courtesy through its manager, Mr. Sam Hare. HAPPILY it does not come within the province of this chaste para- grapher to list flight places as remote from convention as they are remote from the Town on the state's magni ficent roads. Speaking generally, however, Cook County is a cheerful exponent of the beer industry out north. It offers as many, or almost as many, malt shacks as it offers hot dog stands and barbecue counters, which is a great many in deed. And, speaking generally, the beer is admirably devised in honest breweries. Should an imaginary patron be bur dened with an excess of 25 cent pieces, he may dispose of them handily in re ceptacles provided for that purpose by the slot machine syndicate. Sometimes, even, he gets his money back. Once in the fall of 1903, according to vague tradition, a certain Theodisius S. Mar tingale cleaned up $3.75 after he had invested a quarter in a machine which he took to be a telephone booth. It is an interesting piece of folk lore and here related as such. It lacks, we re gret to say, any credible historicity. Or the patron may back his opinion in the matter of bird cages with ready currency. Or he may guess where the little ball will stop at a modest deposit before each hypothesis. Out south in the industrial areas near to Hammond, Gary and East Chi cago, night diversions are apt to be more forthright. Southern beer isn't so good. Southern moonshine and cut whiskeys are plentiful and drastic. And the social standing of taverns near to steel towns has been publicly deplored by raiding federal agents before now. West, bird cages frolic and the little ball rolls merrily around and around. Western taverns, as a rule, are well up the social ladder. Their beer is lauda ble stuff. Their patrons respectable and worldly people out for a night's lark. Fried chicken, west, is a notable dish, and the family party a rule. THE CHICAGOAN 15 Chicago Clubs: An Inquiry The Chicago Athletic Association By PAUL T. GILBERT f'r^VO you remember the time we L^ led the elephant upstairs and had to dope him with brandy to keep up his nerve, and how, after we finally got him to the gym floor, he had such a skinful that we had to undope him on gallons of Ceylon tea before he was fit to go on with the circus?" "Circus?" "Certainly. The boys pulled fast ones back in those days — in the mauve decade, as you'd call it, when whoopee, though the word hadn't been minted, was the real thing in whoopee. This was a regular, old-fashioned one-ring circus, ringmaster, sawdust, spangles, banners, freak show and pink lemon ade, only, of course ..." "It was probably sloe gin." Jim Friel smiled reminiscently. "Well, I'll say it wasn't lemonade." Jim is nominally the manager of the billiard department of the Chicago Ath letic Association, and for many years was turnkey of the long since vacant wine cellars. He somehow has the air of a rare bottle of sparkling Bur gundy, and is retained — this is in con fidence — not because of his knowledge of ivory and mahogany, but rather as a master of ceremonies, a twentieth cen tury King Cole, for the parties given by the Foozlers, the Ivory Nuts, the Bugs, the Tankers, the Forty Club, the Gym Knights or whatever, each a lit tle club within a club. No Derby day excursion or golf tournament could be regarded as anything but a flop with out him. IT was 9 p. m. in the grill, and all was quiet on the western front. Even the Old Timers' table under its replica in oils, W. Denby Sadler's fa mous painting, "Giving Thanks," was as deserted as the Galapagos Islands. Bus-boys were stacking up the chairs in preparation for the scrubbing-brush brigade. An occasional click of ivory as some belated cueman — A. Starr Best perhaps, or C. Earl Patterson — ran off a point, furnished the only punctuation marks for the great silence. In the Neapolitan bar, Bill Brady, who twenty years ago declared drinks on the house in celebration of the shaking of his millionth gin fizz, was busy with his crossword puzzle. Volsteadism, like the seven-year locust, has descended as a blight upon the C. A. A. as well as other clubs. "It was Jack Turrill and George Rue who chaperoned the elephant," re sumed Jim, "and it was Mike, the houseman, who laid down the two-inch planks so that the peanut-eater wouldn't crash through the marble. And it was me who provided the agua caliente, though I don't recall that anybody signed a tab for it. "Those were the boys who really put the C. A. A. on the map — they and William Hale Thompson, who used to dig down in his pocket when the wine cellars were an aching void. George 16 THE CHICAGOAN Rue died a while back, and Jack now lives in Iowa, but if he should happen to blow into the club tonight, I'll buy you a nickel cigar if anybody around here would know him, except me and Mike. "As members of the entertainment committee, they once drag-netted Chi natown for pretty Chink girls to lend personality to our Japanese village. We had a German village, too, and swung a derrick from the roof to haul up man-sized trees to the gymnasium." AS the Lobster Newburgh was a bit i delayed, Henry Bauer, formerly of Shephard's, Cairo, came over to join in the " 'Way back when." Discriminat ing travelers must have met at some time in their lives, if not at Cairo, at one of the continental hotels, either Henry or his partner, Herman, super- head waiters, who are always ready with a bit of repartee or a suggestion — such as pepper-birds — for the jaded appetite. "Talking about old times," said Henry, "do you remember the ama teur nights, when Mike was there with his hook? And the gypsy band that used to play here in the grill, with canary birds singing an obligato and the members shooting at the birds with syphon bottles? And when we hung braces of pheasants from the beams and let the boys snipe at them with pop guns? "And once we had an ostrich tied up here, but he was always kicking the waiters and making them drop their trays, so everybody was glad when we got him fattened up on buttermilk and served him with oyster stuffing at the only ostrich dinner ever given in Chi cago. "We had a live bear, too, but he broke loose, and from the way some of the old-timers broke all 50-yard dash and running broad jump records, you would never have raised the question as to why this place is known as an athletic club. "About the only excitement we've had lately was when the bullfrogs the manicure girls had raised from polly- wogs escaped from the gold-fish tank in the barber shop and went making hoppee all over the club. But the bell hops hopped after them and handed the frogs over to the chef." I AM told that 52 is the average age of the C. A. A. member, but that is easily explained by the long waiting list and the fact that it takes you ten years to get in. But if you think that the "athletic" part of it has not been come by honestly, you have only to stroll through the trophy room and gaze at all the cups. Your first impression of the club is that it is a sort of exclusive stag hotel. On Saturday afternoons, however, when the members have their wives, their little sons and daughters or their business friends as guests; when the grill, the main dining room and the ladies' dining room are crowded; when every billiard table is a field of the cloth of green; when a bowling tournament or an indoor golf tournament is going on upstairs, and a buffet lunch is served in the lounge, you can imagine yourself for a moment back in the gay '90's, when the club was formed. Though the association is so large that it has been broken up into a hun- dred-and-one sub-clubs, many of the old traditions still linger. There is the annual President's night in January, when the eats are on the house— and how! Then, if ever, do the C. A. A. chefs come into their own. The cold buffet, with its jolly red lobsters, its roast meats and poultry and its sculp tured salads, is reminiscent of the old game dinners given by the Drakes at the Grand Pacific in the days when Chicago was young. The yearly beef steak dinner, though "dry," is still one of the Town's merriest revels. The Forty Club, Chicago's oldest and most distinctive dinner club, while not a part of the C. A. A., has for many years held its monthly gatherings there, generally with the reigning favorites of the Rialto as honor guests. Colorful indeed are the Forty Club parties, which have lost little of their char acter since the days when "Biff" Hall, prince of diners-out, wielded his his toric gavel. A religiously observed ceremony is the passing of the loving- cup, while the toastmaster reads original verses in compliment to the guests. Many poets and novelists, now famous, have contributed these toasts. IN order to attain the proper perspec tive, one must retrace in fancy the road to yesterday, arriving in time at the age when the bicycle, or the "wheel" was king, and when Daisy Bell was almost the national anthem. The Chicago Athletic Association was organized by a group of "the boys" who foregathered at the Union Club on Washington (Bug-house) Square. Included in this group were Warren Salisbury, Vernon Booth and C. L. Hutchinson. An early supporter was found in Marshall Field, who parted with a 99- year lease on terms which would give a real-estate man of today heartache. Henry Ives Cobb, designer of the Fed eral Building, was chosen as the archi tect, and when the building was com pleted, about the time of the World's Fair, it represented the last say-so in elegance. The marble swimming-pool, the Moorish lounge with its wood carv ings — still beautiful and mellow — were the talk of the Town. The club was opened. President Cleveland and many other distinguished World's Fair guests were entertained there, but there were financial storms to weather — liens, lawsuits and assess ments — with life memberships selling for a song, before the association finally got on its feet. But, as Jim Friel says, it was such efforts as the circus (horses and riders borrowed from Barnum 6? Bailey) and the Japanese village that taught the club to walk. ONE of the oldest and most exclu sive of the inner cliques is known as Room Six. Room Six has its tradi tions, and when one of its members is gathered into Abraham's bosom his (continued on page 39) THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Convention AFTER the great pajama parade, pictures of the procession were syndicated to all parts of the country; they were reproduced in tabloids and the more serious journals as well as a glad wind against convention. In one St. Louis paper the names of participat ing paraders were left out of the cut line, and the omission must account for a letter received by a Chicago paper from a young woman who works in a hat shop in St. Louis. The significant parts of this letter, which was enclosed with a marked copy of the picture, are these : "If you can, sirs, please send me his name and address, as it is important. . . . There is a child to see him. . . . Please write and let me know as soon as you can." (Signed) Miss Apartments A SOUTH side apartment building, the Cregier Manor at 7018 Cregier Avenue, offers period furniture scrupulously dated as an inducement to prospective leasees. The Whitehall Apartments, north, are carefully done in Early American. Apartment Selec tion Service, Inc., extends costless au tomobile transportation to the foot- weary seeker after lodging. More than one building advertises "a radio in each apartment": Item, the Canterbury Court at 1220 North State. And the number of dwellings hopefully pro claimed to be ten minutes from the Loop swells its total to the city limits west, north and south. We mention in passing apartments lavish with indoor golf courses, swim ming pools, garages and children's play grounds. They are jewels, to be sure, and costly some of them. But they are not rare. The rarest jewels to come to our attention are the Tudor Towers, 5135 Blackstone Avenue, and the Univer sity Apartments, 6401 University. Leaseholding housewives in these fabu lous places may have their dishes washed free of charge. Sound A GRADUAL improvement of the sounding picture has, to some de gree, reconciled us to its presence. In deed, larger theaters have very nearly perfected sound equipment. Yet we confess that our chief delight in the new art is limited to smaller show houses whose equipment is not perfect and whose entertainment, in conse quence, is apt to be hilarious. As al ways the news reel, still or screaming, is the apex of our night at cinema. On a recent evening we dropped in on a news reel shown in one of the smaller places north. The first "shot" presented a group of federal spies destroying confiscated liquor. A pain ful silence was the proper accompani ment. The second offering was a clus ter of infants in hospital. The screen rollicked to the occasion with a burst of K[obody Knows How Dry I Am. Mussolini greeted a phalanx of march ing Facisti. Ill Duce's militia marched to Yes, Sir, That's My Baby. German dancing nymphs, very likely on the Rhine, danced through their exhibit to the Italian national anthem. Number five in the strip offered Ambassador Dawes at a state funeral in dismal London. The funeral moved briskly to Springsong. Not so President Hoov er's meeting with his farm board. Prophetically or no, the meeting was accompanied by a roll and surge of a dead march. Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean was triumphant as an eagle's scream when the feature film unrolled its placard. The title: The Cohen's and Kelly's in Atlantic City. Desert FROM 39th Street, south, to 50th, south, the lake is bordered in loose sand and gravel roughly scraped to gether to furnish a roadbed for the proposed boulevard drive connecting, in due time, Jackson Park, south, with Grant Park, north. Construction has been at a standstill for months. The area, which will eventually be given over to the automobile, offers horsemen of the Town a miniature desert in the Colorado pattern, a patch of sand and shingle, scorching sun, a mirage of a lake (which is real) and a cool breeze off Michigan which admir ably simulates a down wind from high mountain country. Riders are through the sand early in the morning and oc casionally by moonlight, times when the little desert is empty, indeed. The roar of I. C. trains to the west is not unlike the roar of waters falling in the wilds. Cenacle A SHORT block beyond the din of Clark Street the Gothic gateway of an old-world convent at 513 Fuller- 18 THE CHICAGOAN ton Parkway opens daily to leisurely club women, weary mothers from Cam bridge Street, social workers and shop girls alike seeking respite from social round, consolation, spiritual advice, rest in the peaceful Cenacle Retreat House. Here the only retreat house for women in Chicago, one of the four in America conducted by the Religious of Our Lady of the Cenacle, was founded in 1920 at the invitation of George Cardinal Mundelein. It is intended as a spiritual club house for Chicago women — a comfort able place of retirement and solitude similar to the first Cenacle Convent founded in 1826 near the shrine of St. Regis, in La Louvesc, France, as a hos pitable inn for women pilgrims akin to the inns then existing for men. These retreat houses have now become wide spread in France, Italy and England. Nearly every weekend the convent on Fullerton is the scene of a special closed retreat for a certain group of business or professional women, house wives, college girls. The new retreat house back of the convent, separated by two large gardens and connected by a covered passageway, accommodates something above 80 guests. Any over flow, during large retreats, is taken care "Mildred, I can just feel everyone looking at me — / didn't have time for my manicure this morning" of in the convent. Upon arrival each guest is assigned to a comfortable room named after a saint, where her solitary hours may be spent in spiritual reading, meditation or sleep, periods marked off by the sud den clang of an old mission bell an nouncing Mass, Benediction, confer ences or other exercises of the day. Each retreat has its master, chosen from the Jesuits or from another Catholic order, who is spiritual guide and cele brant of the religious services. From dinner the first evening to breakfast at the close of the retreat cathedral silence is broken only for con versation with the nun to whose guid ance the guest is assigned during her three or four days of retirement from the world. During meals, convent-like in simplicity, though adequate and pal atable, and served at long refectory tables, passages from some spiritual work are read by one of the nuns. Guests are free at any time to browse in the large circulating library maintained by the con vent, and they are ever welcome to frequent the private chapel of perpetual adoration. Promptly at 9:30 p. m. the front gate is locked and lights are out. One of the nuns as signed to night watch makes her round to each room with lighted lantern in keeping with ancient convent custom, faintly murmuring an Ave Maria as a sort of spiritual good night. The Cenacle Convent is open to any woman of any creed desiring a private re treat, religious instruction or physical and spiritual refreshment or simple re tirement. Nearly every evening it is the meeting place for one of its several guilds— groups of business or professional women who as lay workers spread the retreat idea. Last year 1,025 women made a closed retreat and over 7,000 women visited the Cenacle. THE CHICAGOAN 19 Diver DIVER CARROLL has been at the profession for 15 years. He is a husky man; ordinarily he wears a red sweater, corduroys and a leather cap. When diving, however, he puts on a rubber suit which fits tight to his wrists and which bolts to his diving helmet. Counting in the trousers mailed with iron discs and his lead-soled shoes which weigh 25 pounds each, his out fit comes to 250 pounds. He seldom wears gloves though sometimes he slips on a light canvas pair for heavy underwater work. In John Carroll's opinion, diving is a soft job. River diving, to be sure, is some what more hazardous than still water diving; the current, for one thing, is apt to be tricky. And a 12 mile cur rent is no plaything to a man fumbling on the bottom. Thirty to 35 feet is Carroll's limit in the Chicago River; he has been down 175 feet for three hours, which is good diving. In the old days, before diving telephones, things were apt to be complicated. There was a boat which fouled his air line off Robey street, for instance. But a man gets used to such things. Mostly divers repair underwater piping and bridge structures. Now and then an unusual job like finding counterfeit plates off Navy Pier. But such jobs are rare. In the main, it's a varied and interesting grind. Diver John Carroll took up diving out of no adventurous motive. A compe tent diver, he points out, draws $100 a day. And all you need, practically, is nerve. Diver Carroll offered us a trip down. We declined. Cyclist A YOUNG gentleman, well known as a publicist, recently attended a small, formal dinner. He was, so to speak, carbonated on his arrival, and after several cocktails wandered off — for a walk, the rest of the party as sumed. Dinner was announced and the young man had not returned to the gathering. Dinner waited while the host and his servants searched for the missing guest. In time the host found him in the spacious bathroom. The young man had mounted a stationary exercising bicycle and was pedaling heroically in undershirt and shorts. It seemed that in his boyhood days the publicist had been a cyclist and "Ah, that man Smootcr—hc takes the election of any new member as a personal insult" had often done a mile in four minutes. The temptation presented by the sta tionary bicycle had been too much for him. On his first attempt he ran off a mile, by the speedometer and his watch, in 12 minutes. Then he had removed his tailcoat and waistcoat to cut his time by two minutes. After having rid himself of trousers, shirt, accessories and shoes he did a third mile in seven. The fourth effort had begun to lag a little when the athlete was persuaded to take a shower, dress and join the company at dinner. Indiana A PROMINENT hardware mer chant tells this one on him self with unblushing sincerity. The Fair of '93 was making history. The merchant, then a country boy in Hobart, Indiana, felt its lure. His father gave him a dollar with instruc tions that he go to the Fair and have a good time. A dollar was important money in '93, and although the lad was startled to find that he must part with 50 cents at the outset for his ad mission fee, still the remaining half 20 THE CHICAGOAN 'Did 1 tell you? Cecile Smythe's been changed to shoes" dollar promised a decent fling at revelry before he reached the Midway. He paid his admission and once within the grounds went directly to the exhibit displaying the largest sign. Presumably for a foreign exhibit, the sign was not in English. But then it was satisfyingly ample and undoubtedly advanced the claims of the most popu lar sight on the grounds since it was far and away more heavily patronized than any other. High in hope the lad passed through the great portal. The sign read simply: EXIT. 'Since that calamitous day, the mer chant formerly of Hobart confesses that he has never willingly gone through any door marked "Exit." The word brings out a definite and com pelling complex in his makeup. Color THE late Henry Blake Fuller, Chi cago's shyest man of letters, had a fine vein of wit which was the joy of his few intimates, even when used at their expense. Wallace Rice, the veteran writer, cites a characteristic Fullerism, of which he was the victim, with high glee. Thus: Mr. Rice was carrying a parcel. Mr. Fuller inquired about its contents. Mr. Rice opened it and displayed a collec tion of inexpensive engravings which he had picked up in a book-shop. "Very nice." said Mr. Fuller. "What do you intend to do with them?" "I'm going to color them myself and give them to my friends. They'll make delightful wedding presents." Mr. Fuller drew out a print at ran' dom. It approximated Rubens1 Holy Family. "Did you ever see the original of this picture?" he asked. "No," Mr. Rice admitted. "Have you any idea of its color scheme?" Mr. Rice confessed ignorance. "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Fuller, with the innocence of a child. "Then you intend that your friends shall be sur prised as well as delighted!" Islanders TWENTY-FIVE hundred Fili pinos live in Chicago. They come from all sections of America's outpost in the mid-Pacific. The Filipino group is surpassed only by the Chinese which number about 10,000. No one knows exactly when Fili pinos first began to settle here. But in 1888, Dr. Jose Rizal, the George Washington of the natives, stopped in the city on his way to Europe. He saw a few Filipinos here and was very much impressed with their well-being. It was this impression that led him to prophesy that some day America would control the islands. Ten years later Spain turned over its rule to the United States. Admiral Dewey's victory in Manila Bay. And all the rest of it. A majority of Filipinos now resident in the city belong to the student class. Chicago people, they say, give them more than an even break. A lack of racial prejudice enables them to get work easier than in many other places. Hundreds work for the government as postal clerks; many hold responsible positions in department stores, banks, offices, factories and shops. The work ing personnel of hotels, clubs, city and county institutions are, in some extent, of island origin. Filipino nurses cheer the sick in hospitals. Like other groups, they have their own organizations which serve to per petuate the ties that bind them to their native land. Foremost is the Filipino Association of Chicago. On Decem ber 30 of each year, it opens house to the Town and invites Americans to participate in a program in honor of the island idol, Dr. Jose Rizal. Among former Filipino residents of the Town, who have attained promi nence as insular leaders, Camilo Osias, THE CHICAGOAN 21 "But you're only expressing the viewpoint of the dominant male" who passed through Chicago recent! to assume his new duties as Residen Commissioner in Washington, one lived in the city. He is considered th leading Filipino educator today. H is a power in the ranks of the risinj generation and was the first native t< hold the important post of assistan director of education, an office whicl entails direct supervision of all publi schools in the Philippines with a tota enrollment exceeding two and a hal million. Osias is an alumnus of the Illinoi Teachers' College at McComb and o Columbia University, New York Later, he became the first of his rac< to assume the duties of president o the National University in Manila While serving in that capacity, he wa elected to the Philippine senate, anc finally, the insular senate elected hin Resident Commissioner to Washing ton. A writer of note, he is the au thor of several historical volumes. Dean Jorge Bocobo, college of law University of the Philippines, has alsc lived in Chicago. He is, alas, one o: the most outspoken leaders of the mora forces and is closely associated with th< missionaries in trying to extend th« Eighteenth Amendment to the islands Roberto Gozar, comptroller of th( same institution, is a graduate of De Paul. The first native woman doctoi got her medical education from th« University of Chicago Medical School She is Dr. Maria Paz-Mendoza Gua zon, chief pathologist in the school oi medicine, University of the Philippines. The director of the school of business administration is a University of Chi cago graduate. He was formerly dean of the college of liberal arts. The heads of the chemistry and physics de partments are also alumni of the University of Chicago. Northwestern University, like the University of Chicago, can claim many outstanding Filipinos as alumni. Most prominent is Jose Abad Santos, form erly Attorney General of the Philip pines, now Secretary of the Depart ment of Justice. He was the first Filipino to pass the Philippine bar ex amination in English. A large photo graph of the former Attorney General now adorns the hall of fame of North western. Another Northwestern University alumnus founded the Jose Rizal Col lege. He graduated from the school of commerce, and was the first Filipino elected to the honorary commerce fra ternity, Nu Sigma Nu. A Filipino who graduated from the University of Chicago was offered the American consulship in West Coast Africa but he declined, to accept a professorship in the University of the Philippines. Books A DEPARTING traveller paused in the Northwestern station recently to examine the book stalls there with an eye to providing himself with a paper bound companion for his jour ney. His erudite eye ran quickly over the many gaudy shelves of the newest in fiction, finding nothing there that would satisfy. Disregarding the flam boyant wrappers he plodded on, wad ing through titles. Finally, in an ob scure corner on a lower shelf he came upon three stately volumes in lonely grandeur apart from plebeian tomes. The departing traveller read the three titles to himself, in the order of their arrangement from left to right. They were: The Unlit Lamp, and The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall, and The Specialist, by Chic Sale. Taxis TO be sure, the last word in taxi- cab refinement is on display in Lake Forest. Station taxis there are provided with ash trays deluxe, fash ioned in the shape of flower vases, made of imitation tortoise shell and attached to the back windows by a suction de vice. Only in Lake Forest, one feels, could such luxurious appointments make their appearance. Nevertheless, there is one Checker driver in Chicago who not only has provided a superspacious ash tray for his fares, but makes a point of keeping a constant supply of cigarettes in the receptacles. There is no extra charge. 22 THE CHICAGOAN CHICAGOAN/ THE world outside knows Chicago to be a place where the swish of grain elevator chutes and the squealing of pigs in the "Yards" are now lost in the dominant note of the rivet gun. But that is neither here nor there. Who in Chicago cares what they, on the periphery, think or say of us? We have a splendid Chicago — at least a vision of it — and we have, what no other American city can boast — an Ariel. Not that Andrew N. Rebori — he calls himself A. N. Rebori, for the Andrew is terrible — not that he sees himself as an Ariel. Far be it from him to do so. He would rather fancy himself a Francois Villon making mis chief among the substantial citizenry of this middle-west town. His pet peeve, he states, in partial and sacri legious confession, is a gas burner in an architect's dream of a house. He shrugs at that burner and all it repre sents. Not that he is afraid of more direct action. Not he, for he takes delight in disturbing the leaders of fatuity with quips and sallies. He acknowledges his membership in the Cliff Dwellers, the Tavern and other such groups of camaraderie and conviviality. All of which revolt is paradoxical when we know that to the prosaic world, this Ariel is the senior member of one of the most important firms of architects in the city, Rebori, Went- worth, Dewey and McCormick, Inc., with offices at 332 S. Michigan Avenue. And when we further know that the lyrics of this modern Villon are "co-operative apartments for the very rich." It is natural enough to find Andrew Rebori's airy presentation of one side of his personality is but a shield for the real man, the man who has spent his heart upon beautifying the city to which he brought his youth and a fine high ardor. That he sees the humor of his position is evidence of his com plete urbanization. TWENTY years ago Andrew Rebori came on from the Massa chusetts Institute of Technology to teach in a school of architecture in the Chicago Art Institute. The Middle West, particularly that part of it bor dering Lake Michigan hereabouts A. N. Rebori By A. M. NOLAN Andrew N. Rebori Sketched by Peter Koch needed architects. The young Rebori had high hopes when he began, but teaching was stupid work to a man who was really an artist, and after four tedious years, he gave it up. "I got tired of repetition," he explained. He was already working out a plan for a white-towered city crowding down to the edge of blue Lake Michi gan, a brave city with a noble harbor. "I made drawings of Michigan Avenue before there was a Michigan Avenue up on the north side, was it Pine Street or Lincoln Parkway then?" he recounts. "It went slow at first, this beautifying of Chicago. There were more reactionaries then. But the old boys have died off, that is, those who were still living in the corduroy road era. Mentally, they were chil dren, though physical giants. They could not stop Chicago from growing, of course. She had to be a great city. "I remember old Dan Burnham asking me one day at a Cliff Dwellers luncheon what I was doing. I told him I was drawing plans for a Chi cago that would be, a Chicago as I would like her to be. 'That's right,' he twanged, 'y°u s^r 'em out or> trie bushes and I'll get 'em in the open'." SO the young architect from Boston fought side by side with Daniel Burnham for a realization of the town. They fought the good fight with plans. "I've drawn enough plans to make a tablecloth for a Brobdingnagian picnic if pinned together and stretched from here to San Francisco," the surviving crusader said. "But I have learned that no plan comes true, at least not in the perfection one sees in the begin ning." When the Chicago Plan was being evolved, Andrew Rebori presented his idea for both city and harbor. That was 15 years ago. It was so beautiful a project and so practical a plan that a Boston paper spread it out across its whole page just to show Bostonians what was going to happen in the raw city out on the Illinois prairies. The writer of the article accompanying it, being an unregenerate reporter, wrote out the dream with his tongue in his cheek. He did not believe in dreams. But things like the plan happen, or part of them do, even though an Ariel is kept hobbled, and fed now and then with orders for skyscrapers, riding clubs, and apartments. To be sure Mr. Rebori is not satisfied with his diet. Artists seldom are. His great proposal was that two islands be built upon a limestone ledge, 26 feet below the surface of the lake and a mile and one-quarter out from shore. "The ledge is still there," he says, today. "The islands would have created a great land-locked harbor, not only for beauty but for utility. It could have been used for the transfer of grain, produce and ore down through the whole Mississippi Valley. "But what have we out there," he exclaims with artistic ferocity. "Two little sausages of islands where there should be two great islands stretching the length of the city, one to the south and one to the north, with a harbor beyond comparison with any other in the world, beautiful with all its utili tarian greatness. But out there — see them — two hot dogs!" ANDREW REBORI, however, is far from bitter. He is a man who can look at sausages and draw up handsome confections in keeping with the true artistic palate. In one way or another he has set his mark on Chicago. His are, for instance, the Elizabeth Cudahy memorial, the Loy ola College library now under con- 23 The ROVING REPORTER Ft. Leavenworth Wins Over Ft. Hoyle at Polo By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN THE CHICAGOAN struction. The La Salle- Wacker build ing on which he assisted Holabird & Root is a project realized, as are the Racquet Club, the Riding Club, the Studebaker Theater, Cohan's Grand, the last two being remodelled from his plans, and the Roanoke Tower was proved to be built from his idea. A civil suit determined the point. Among the co-operative apartment buildings which he planned and sold to the "very rich" are that at 2430 Lake View Avenue, occupied by the families of Bruce Borland, Henry A. Chapin, E. A. Cudahy, Jr., Chas. A. Good- speed, David R. Lewis, Mrs. Alice C. McCormick, Leeds Mitchell, Jos. E. Otis, Eugene Pike, Clive Runnells and Robert J. Thorne, and the building at 1325 Astor Street, occupied by I. Newton Perry, John Wentworth, Dr. Otho F. Ball, Lawrence Callahan, Walter B. Wolf, Frederick Stock and A. M. Wolfe, Wirt Morton, Paul W. Cleveland, Karl J. Heinzelman and Harry Conners. Mr. Rebori has also designed four new buildings for the Lake Forest Academy to be erected next year at a cost of nearly $3,000,000. They include a dining hall, a chapel, a lab oratory and a dormitory. It is fitting that he is the architect for the glorifi cation of this school, which was founded in 1857 by Chicagoans who preferred to build up a good school for their boys here to sending them back east for an education. Being an artist, Rebori cannot admit Chicago's beauty, though he loves his Boul' Mich', the nicknaming of which he refuses to take credit for, saying that it was B. L. T.'s mistake, that it was an artist, Allen Philbrick, who named his painting of Michigan Ave nue, "the Boul' Mich'," and not he, the architect, who "stirred 'em out of the bushes" to make the Boul' Mich' beautiful enough for artists to paint. THIS free spirit might build apart ment buildings that are the last word in modernity, but he lives in a house at 103 Oak Street, which is a fitting shelter for an Ariel, even if he docs use a grand piano for a bar. There are, of course, two children, a "yard" and a dog, also a boat, for whatever will happen to Chicago in Andrew Rebori's estimation, nothing can happen to spoil the lake for him and his family. Ariel is, in a fashion, hog-tied by convention's strings. SUPPOSING that Onwentsia author ities had gone into shrewd confer ence before staging the Intercircuit Polo Tournament and resolved to bring the exciting devices of popular novel and scenario writers to the aid of an already incredibly swift game, it is doubtful that they would have dared to use the hackneyed and breath-taking situation which came about inadvert ently to mark the meeting of Forts Hoyle and Leavenworth on the thun dering field. To begin with, Capt. C. E. Davis, Leavenworth Number 2, was injured a couple of days before the match. The very day of the meet, doctors and the X-ray pronounced the iniurv a cracked shin bone. There was a hasty call to Kansas for Capt. G. I. Smith. Capt. Smith took an army plane for the Illi nois game, 500 miles east, at 12:30 p. m. The game itself was set deep into a lazy August afternoon to await his coming. Let us await it, also. In the meantime Lt. Reed of Fort Sheridan was drafted to serve on the short squad of sportsmen. The delayed contest began with a scrimmage of horsemen on a bright field splattered with the long shadows of late after noon. Then the Ft. Leavenworth rid ers, favorites even with one regular out, caught a larruping quartette of tartars in the Ft. Hoyle team. THE favorites, in white jerseys, are off to an easy first goal. Negro cavalrymen, grooms to Leavenworth, smile and chuckle among themselves; these boys have wagered heartily on their officers. Ft. Hoyle, inapt at the beginning chukker and seemingly feeble in mallet work, gathers momentum. The dark Hoyle jerseys begin to wear down toward the Leavenworth goal; Hoyle horsemen begin to find the range with hard-driven mallets (Ft. Leaven worth is handicapped two goals) and the game evens up. By the end of the first chukker it is a slam bang melee and any man's battle. Both teams mass at the throw-in line, a squad of cavalry restless in a 300- yard field. The ball is a white flick under horses' hooves, a mallet finds it after a driving arc, and dark and light jerseys pair off for the mounted con test, which is alternately a whacking, jostling tangle over the sphere and a thunderous race down the sidelines, a straining horse and rider on the ball and the pack at a lathered gallop after him. Usually the lone rider is headed off after a chase. He is ridden off the ball, or his mallet misses, or an op ponent breaks in to effect a backhand stroke, reversing the field, so that the threatened team becomes aggressor and the frantic ponies wheel to take defen sive positions. Sooner or later, however, a horse man gets clear for a shot at goal. It may be a long screaming richochet down the sod or it may be a ludicrously easy poke which barely nudges the harassed bamboo wood between the up right markers of the goal. Horses plod back to a new beginning at center, snort, pant and shake themselves. Their riders relax after the hurlyburly and the field becomes a green stage whereon 24 THE CHICAGOAN "Hey, Steve — gotta match?" puppet equestrian figures amble into a tense formation grouped around the referee. A GONG sounds the end of each chukker, closing each successive lYl minutes of fury and derringdo. Riders post to the sidelines, exchange tired horseflesh for fresh ponies; grooms tighten girths, offer whips and mallets, fix stirrups and offer excited, deferen tial, hopeful words to their superiors. The afternoon sun is bright and hot over the peaceful field. The pavilion is vivid in orange and blue drapery. One notices that most of the contending officers speak in the southern drawl, only the white soldier grooms with the Ft. Hoyle string raise the curt, deep- chested Yankee shout of triumph at a brave play. Grandstand and boxes ap plaud by handclapping and conversa tional ejaculation. We are still wait ing, remember, for Capt. Smith some where between Onwentsia and Kansas in a moaning army plane. Chukkers move along briskly. There is no delay in a polo game. And in a close, stubborn contest where time counts implacably chukkers ebb even faster than they seem. There is a sud den, resounding thud of hooves as the whirling melee comes alongside the board sidelines. A pony stumbles against the board barrier, half gains his feet, is struck by another pony and horse and rider skid across the turf. Ft. Hoyle Number 3 is down in a heavy fall. The rider rolls from side to side, restless in pain. He is covered with a polo coat. A few curious peo ple edge around him. He lies still a while, then quite unconcernedly gets up and mounts a new pony. Again the succession of stubborn chukkers, with the lead alternating and victory perilously dandled backward and for ward. A plane appears on the north ern horizon and there are speculations about it — but no one knows. The last chukker coming up. The score is tied 10-10. A shout along the pavilion welcomes a horseman in white, a hurrying figurine in the outdoors dis tance who approaches at the army dog trot. Then a yell of triumph from the negro grooms. It is Capt. Smith. Hoo ray! The newly arrived Captain hurries into Leavenworth's lineup. But why go on? As we have already indicated, this is the story of a splendid polo game complicated by a hackneyed setting such as no self-respecting fictionist would tolerate for an instant. Of course, Capt. Smith shot a goal. The goal which put his team ahead. Plain verity, however, must add a paragraph. Ft. Hoyle tied the Cap tain's goal with another goal, bringing the score to 11 all. Then — again a melodramatic climax — just after the closing gong sounded (play may be fin ished if it is in progress while the gong rings) — Lieut. Col. Swift rolled home the winning marker for Ft. Leaven worth. The fitting end is Q. E. D. Hospitality Aboard the Bremen A CHICAGO young lady among , those present on the maiden trip of the Bremen adds mouth watering details to the facts that have already been set forth anent the Atlantic champion. The Chicagoenne was par ticularly impressed with the unique dance floor in the "Ritz," the Bremen night club. It is constructed, the young woman reports, in the shape of a roulette wheel, i.e., circular and painted in alternating areas of black and red with the appropriate numberings thereon. She adds that the dance floor was in constant use during the entire voyage westward. "Nobody on board wasted any night time in sleeping dur ing the trip," she reports, "and the only time that the sleeping quarters saw passengers was during the morn ing — from about seven o'clock until eleven, if at all. "A few passengers made a marathon staying-up-contest out of the trip, and didn't close their eyes from Cherbourg to New York. There was a party in progress every night of the voyage. The grand climax was the affair given in honor of the mail pilots, the night before they took off. Everybody joined in the festivities, and gathered around to wave good by when the mail plane was catapulted from the airplane deck. In the morning when the Bremen finally pulled into the harbor there were so many people there to greet it, and so many of them insisted on clambering aboard, that it took trav ellers three hours to get off the boat." All in all, it was a record breaking voyage. — R. V. THE CHICAGOAN 25 rrke Slk G B Meditations at the Drama s Death~Bed THE slogan of dramatic critics in summer is: When at a loss, write about the talkies. Here goes: In the University of Chicago Maga zine, I find Fred B. Millett, assistant professor of English, making a confes sion of horror as follows: "I am thor oughly convinced that in a few years the talkies will put an end to the legitimate drama in all save our largest cities, and that by 1933 they will con stitute the sole theatrical fare for most of the year in at least half the theaters in the Chicago Loop." Mr. Millett's writings on the sub ject of the drama are casual, and he does not pose as an impressive author ity. Nevertheless, since it is customary for journalists to get hot and both ered about anything that a university professor may say in print, I must rise to challenge his assertions. HIS prophecy is about ten years behind the event. The eclipse of which he speaks — the end of the drama in all save our largest cities — happened in the year 1923, or maybe earlier. It was accomplished by the movies. Everyone is agreed that it was a good thing for the drama. The extinction of the cruder provincial forms of theatrical entertainment, and the production of plays for audiences of urban civilization, such as it exists in New York, Chicago and the other cities of the National and American baseball leagues, has had a beneficial effect upon the drama. Play-writing has improved in technique; acting has lost the flavor of the ham. The change wrought by the talkies in the theater of vitalized, as distin guished from reproduced, entertain ment will, I believe, be less marked that that caused by the movies. I have yet to discover any person, adult or juvenile, who, if given a choice be tween a "real show" and a talkie, with the matter of expense omitted, would not give preference to the former. I believe that this is a constant factor in human psychology: we will favor the substance over the shadow, the actual over the image, whenever pos sible. This one point, it seems to me, By CHARLES COLLINS guarantees the drama's survival against the tremendous competition of the talkies. Let us grant that the talkies have made, and will continue to make, seri ous inroads upon the stage's talent. What of it? There's plenty more where that came from; every hamlet in the land has its potential Ina Claire, its incipient John Barrymore. They can learn to act as easily as a dog learns to sit up and beg for food. Of all the arts, it is the most easily ac quired. The old motion-picture actors are transforming themselves into talk ers over-night, to everyone's stupe faction. FURTHERMORE, if the drama should curl up and perish, the talk ies themselves would be compelled to resurrect it, perhaps to endow it. They need it as a source of material. Pro duction of shows for the cinema, silent or audible, is a factory process, taking most of its material from the theater and books. There has been a growing tendency toward original writing for the sound-camera, but the authors capable of such ingenuity cannot keep pace with the demand for film-footage. And in this original writing there has not yet been found any original think ing. The cinema, even with the mar velous invention of reproduced speech, is a derivative institution, depending almost entirely upon the literary arts for its stories. If the drama did not exist (Voltaire once said the same thing about God), the cinema would have to invent it. Wait Until Labor Day I FIND that the rise of the talkies has not caused any marked de crease in the number of plays promised for the coming season. I have been reading managers' announcements all summer until I am bewildered by the profusion of play-titles on the Broad way schedule. Chicago, of course, will get for the most part the estab lished successes of last spring and winter in New York. The only sign of dramatic decadence to be observed here is the wiring of the Studebaker Theater for sound-pictures and the establishment there of a talkie version of Paris-Bound. This was sound business procedure for a playhouse that, even before the talkies broke loose, found difficulty in arranging satisfactory bookings. As I under stand the situation, the Studebaker has gone talkie only pro tern. Labor Day will find the playhouses of Chicago presenting a solid front of competition to the ominous talkies. The dramatic critics who have saun tered through the summer, going to baseball games or Hollywood, will then begin to complain, with their usual bitterness, of overwork. [NOTE: An index to current plays, such as they are, is meticulously presented on page 2.] 26 THE CHICAGOAN QiiaigdsSmaMJparfomtjfotet CHOOSING a resi dence in the Park Lane Hotel one makes very sure of an unquestion- able address, an apartment facing Lincoln Park and the Lake, a carefully chosen location ten min- utes from the Loop. One to four room spa cious apartment suites, full kitchens, abundant closet space. . . . Each apartment has its individual touch. Living at the Park Lane offers a bridal path, golf course and tennis courts at your door. Transpor tation unrivaled. We will be glad to have you make your own in spection of accommoda tions and service. We especially advise an early visit with a view toward fall leasing. GiimgosSmartetJparhnmtJiote] shewdw, ww so- swap srr^w Direction of Phil. C. Caldwell Telephone Bittersweet 3800 "The CINEMA The Sofihomore" and Seven Other Pictures By WILLIAM R. WEAVER THE best of eight productions listened to and looked upon dur ing the fortnight is The Sophomore. It is the first Chaplin-Lloyd type of com edy caught by the one-eared camera. Neither of these comedians is in it, but Mr. Eddie Quillan is, and I know no better way to describe Eddie than to call him a happy blend of Charles and Harold. He sings, too, but that doesn't matter. The Sophomore recalls The Fresh man, also The Quarterbac\, even Brown of Harvard, but it is as differ ent and as much better as the talking- picture. Whereas Mr. Lloyd's points were won by withstanding bodily abuse, Mr. Dix's by administering it and Mr. Haines' by a sort of panto mimic wisecracking, Mr. Quillan's best moments are verbal. In six crisp words he achieves a laugh that equals a full reel of Lloyd, Dix or Haines. In six swift reels he begets more audi torium merriment than the six best silent comedies ever produced. Yet the impression lingers, after The Sophomore has been survived for some hours and laughter-muscles cease to ache, that Mr. Quillan's comedy is but a pioneer effort in the fertile field of "slapstick." One begins to look for ward to Mr. Lloyd's impending ven ture, to regret that Mr. Chaplin's linguistic handicap is insurmountable, and to hope that Mr. Mack Sennett will find in some obscure place a com pany of oral players as immortally funny as his historic Keystone troupe. And one is pleased to note that me chanical shortcomings of sound repro duction apparatus, often fatal to emo tional drama, impede the slapstick comedy not at all. The Other Seven THE seven other pictures of the fortnight are good, bad and indif ferent as follows: Madame X — Ruth Chatterton's best talking-picture and one of the best talking-pictures to date. The stageplay is closely followed and too widely known to require comment. The Green Murder Case — William Powell is an ideal Philo Vance and the mystery is admirably sustained. But someone ought to pass a law, or get out an injunction, restraining cinema managers from exhibiting this kind of play without padlocking the theatre during the time of its presentation to prevent arrival save at the beginning. Wonder of Women — Sudermann's The Wife of Stephan Trombolt with Lewis Stone as Stephan and an excel lent cast excellently directed. For rea sons unapparent to the naked ear, only the final sequences are spoken. The Gamblers — One of Charles Klein's old plays, excellently converted to talking-picture uses and competently pronounced by H. B. Warner, Lois Wilson, George Fawcett and others. It achieves the best suspense thus far noted in talking-pictures. Heard over the Granada's sending-set, the Town's best, it is at least as good as the stage- play ever was and probably better. The Single Standard — Greta Garbo, Nils Asther and two other fellows in an extremely stupid and utterly silent lip-biting contest won (i.e. lost) by Miss Garbo. Thunder — Lon Chaney as a Chi cago and Northwestern Railroad en gineer who drives a rescue train from Chicago to New Orleans through flood, famine and seven or eight reels of silent film. One of those believe-it- or-not things. Piccadilly — Why Mae Tinee left Town. Q. and A. LINDBERGH on a bicycle, Helen * Wills in a bean-bag tournament, the Graf Zeppelin plying between Winnetka and Grant Park — talking- pictures in presentation custody of showmen who made millions of dollars presenting dumb movies. Q : Why not schedule, for the bene fit of playgoers now drawn to the cinema, the various daily starting times of talking-pictures? A: If everybody came to the thea tre at once, traffic would be bloc\ed. (And, anyway, we can accommodate more people in a day if they straggle along.) Q: Why not advertise "An All- Silent Picture" as unmistakably as "An All-Talking Picture"? THE CHICAGOAN 27 POWER expressed in terms of BEAUTY Cadillacs and La Salles look like thoroughbreds. They run like thoroughbreds. Next year other cars may somewhat resemble this year's Cadillac style — but no other cars can deliver the sub stantial power that comes from the famous Cadillac-built, 90- degree, V-type, 8-cylinder engine. For only Cadillac engineers can build the Cadillac engine— and ihey build only for Cad illacs and La Salles. Cadillac and La Salle chassis deserve and receive the distinction given by Fisher and Fleetwood bodies. This year's models pro vide a wide selection of body types, lines, colors and finish. They merit your early inspection. 1 2 On the foundation stone of Cadillac Nation-wide Service are placed the fundamental and exclusive mechanical advantages of 1929 Cadillacs and La Salles. And these are surmounted by a distinct beauty of line and color that completes the Cadillac program for the permanent satisfaction of Cadillac and La Salle owners. Smartness and style, inside and out. Silent Shift Transmission permits gear changes at any speed without clashing. Security-Plate Glass in all windows means safety. Duplex Four-Wheel Brakes — a touch of the pedal stops your car. An even more powerful and smoother run ning Cadillac - built, 9<) - degree, V - type 8. Wonderfully easy steering. Adjustable f ron t seat places brake ami clutch pedals within easy reach of any driver. Pneumatic control principle applied to Fisher bodies assures quietness. Chromium plated exterior nickel parts pro vide permanent sheen. Nation-wide service — Cadillac Service. CADILLAC MOTOR CAR COMPANY Division of General Motors Corporation CHICAGO BRANCHES 2301 South Michigan Avenue 1810 Ridge Avenue, Evanston 4114 Irving Turk Boulevard 108 N. First St., Highland Park 818-826 Madison St., Ouk Park 5020 Harper Ave. 5201 It road way 119S. Ave. 2015 East 71st St. CADILLAC 28 \>J>0 HIIX AL GOODMAN AND HIS OliCHKTM on Of*. WHAT HAVE YOU Here's a question that's being asked in more cooing Canoes, beach Bungalows and risque Roadsters these days, than Al Goodman can shake a baton at. A song for someone's arms — anyone's — as long as you find romance — or — what have you ! iVe made a habit of you This music hath charms to soothe Al Goodman and his Boys into a state of complete piety. With us, it's different. We regard this as a melodious invitation to bigger and better "Whoopee". And so will you. 4383 ELECTRICAL RECORDS A: Well, we didnt say it tal\ed, did we? Q: Why, then, the loud emblazon' ment of "Adults Only — By Order of the Chicago Censors"? A: We must protect the young people. Q: Why, since you have the best of such things in On With the Show, The Cocoanuts, etc., continue these stupid bandshows combining second' rate vaudeville with low-grade orches tral din? A: The young people demand it. TI4E CHICAGOAN Cinema Guide Paris Bound : Ann Harding's first talking' picture and the best, on all points, in Town. [Don't miss it.] Charming Sinners: The merest shade below Paris Bound and enough like it to warrant argument. [Better see it.} Thunderbolt: George Bancroft as the perfect gangster; good enough to close the gangster-picture series permanently. [Yes.] The River of Romance: Booth Tarking- ton's Magnolia diluted by the inexplicable Buddy Rogers. [Better not.] On With the Show: The first Techni color follies and a first rate evening's entertainment. [Positively.] George Fawcett, Jason Robards, H. B. Warner and Lois Wilson make smart talkie of Charles Klein's venerable stageplay, "The Gamblers" THE CHICAGOAN 29 30 THE CHICAGOAN TONIGHT in the main restaurant If you're planning an evening's diversion in the Loop, come to the Brevoort for a delightful prelude: a menu offering an intriguing variety of excellent foods; intelligent service; an en vironment at once cheering and restful. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely meal. Entrance Direct or Through Lobby HOTEL BREVOORT Madison St. East of LaSalle St. MU/ICAL NOTE/ Listening to 'The Sunken Bell By ROBERT POLLAK THIS business of framing laudatory notices of opera at Ravinia twice a month is getting a trifle monotonous. As any hardened critic will tell you, if you let them, so-called "destructive" criticism is the easiest kind to write. It is a much more difficult job to as semble a good panegyric no matter how much same is deserved. And at Ra vinia the succession of triumphs has been disconcertingly large of late. Let us observe, first, the western premiere of La Campana Sommersa, an opera in four acts by Ottorino Respighi, based on The Sunken Bell of Gerhart Hauptmann. Here is a score compounded of all the brilliance and beauty that this remarkable Italian has at his command. In the respectable line of orchestral works so far made known he has shown an increasing depth of emotion and a mounting skill as an orchestrator. In his career as a composer it has never been possible to question his sincerity. Although he is no great pathfinder, he employs the devices of the modern idiom as a means rather than an end. He has no need to cover a paucity of ideas with the tricks of the "modern" composer. Every twist and turn of this magnifi cent score seems to be the natural re sult of an excellent musical mind and heart. Space here is too limited to allow for the discussion of his work in detail. Sufficient to point to the undulating choral of nymph and faun above the unearthly sobbing of the orchestra; to the solemn and poignant argument be tween Heinrich and the Priest in the third act, couched in the ancient modes that Respighi is so fond of; to the wicked and elfin humor of the scene in the forge; and to the grand vocal portion of Rautendelein, wherein the voice partakes of the inhumanity of some Pan-pipe and paints, with the collaboration of a shimmering orches tra, the character of a fairy maiden caught in the toils and struggles of a worldling. THIS vocal part fell of course to Frau Rethberg, its original creator. What she does with its almost super natural difficulties is beyond descrip tion. It calls for an extraordinary com pass, a voice of bell-like clearness and delicacy, a voice of power and a voice which fears nothing in the line of mod ern coloratura passage work. All these qualities she gives to the role. Martinelli, as Hauptmann s protag onist, discloses himself in an entirely new light. This part of Heinrich is as complex a job of singing as the one that Wagner gave to his Siegfried. Not here is to be found any of the sobbing lyricism or velvet bel canto of the Italian repertoire. Instead, the potent lines of true musico-dramatic characterization. And Martinelli al most proves that a great singer can sing anything, because his Heinrich is a thundering success. The four acts of symphony are ad mirably bound together by Gennaro Papi at the conductor's dais. And that portion of the Chicago Symphony that hangs about the North Shore during the summer played even a little better than usual because they had some fine music to gnaw at. The important role of the Priest was handled with admirable majesty by Lazzari and other minor roles fell to D'Angelo, Basiola, Paltrinieri and a newcomer, Madame Monti-Gorsey, who is the most execrable actress in our memory. The mounting of the opera, although patently expensive and ar ranged with considerable care, in no wise caught the spirit of fantasy im plicit in music and libretto. T 'HE double bill of August 3, made up of The Secret of Suzanne and TWE CHICAGOAN 31 La Vida Breve, proved as rousing a triumph as any night in the history of Ravinia. It has always been Richard Strauss's contention that the score of Der Kosen\avalier was in essence a recreation of the spirit of Mozart. As a matter of fact it is really a delicious hodge-podge of baroque architectonics and Viennese waltzes. Wolf-Ferarri, a singularly serene and sprightly talent, actually manages to recall the Mozart- ian mood without detracting from his own gifts as a bright and original com poser. The little overture to The Se cret of Suzanne, which also furnishes the material for the joyous finale, breathes the same air as the divinely malicious Vorspiel to Figaro. The plot of The Secret is old-fash ioned enough to make it particularly delicious. The Countess likes to smoke cigarettes. The Count hates them. He notices an odor of tobacco around the drawing room and suspects a gentle man friend. He is overjoyed and re lieved to find that his wife loves him alone and, forgiving her the cigarette habit, joins her in a smoke as the cur tain falls. Admirable advertising pos sibilities here for the Old Gold com pany. The two roles are carried by Bori and Tokatyan. The diva adds a rich portrait to her great gallery and the tenor proves that he is a gifted comedian as well as a fine singer. DE FALLA'S La Vida Breve, al ways a popular item in the Ra vinia repertoire, affords Bori manifold opportunities in a role sharply contrast ing with that of the Countess in the curtain-raiser. She returns to the stage the vivid Spanish brunette brought to despair and death by the infidelity of a handsome hidalgo of Granada. The opulence of the spectacle is further en hanced by a colorful ballet in the final scene concocted by Ruth Page and her associates, and a finely designed orches tral interlude played before a back drop that might have been a picture of the Alhambra in its palmiest days. Although de Falla's opera is a prod uct of the early lSKXTs, and does not yet indicate how skillful he was to become in later orchestral works, it is nevertheless highly tinted with the typ ical dance rhythms of Spain and with a plethora of ingenious Wagnerian modu lations. We humbly suggest that at some future date Mr. Eckstein combine it, on a single program, with de Falla's great ballet, The Three Cornered Hat, so marvelously produced by La Ar gentina in Paris this summer. OU can sit on the main floor of the new Civic Opera House for thirteen performances for $60.00 — $4.6 1 per performance SUBSCRIBE NOW 'Phone or call at the Subscription Department 433 South Wabash Harr 6122 After September I 20 North Wacker Drive 32 TME CHICAGOAN In the critical matter of sum mer dining the thoroughly knowing diner out considers first, the consummate perfec tion of the true Creole menu with its native adjustment to warm weather. And second, he chooses a table in the tradition of the House of Alciatore, famous in New Orleans for six gen erations. He dines, therefore, at the Louisiane. &5r Telephone Michigan 1837 134J South Michigan Avenue The CWICAGOCNNC Clothes for Street and Camfius By MARCIA VAUGHN FOR three years or more American Womanhood has fenced with Pa risian coutouriers, yielding slowly inch by inch, to admit wholeheartedly at last that these French girls and boys cant be wrong. And why we ever thought that severely straight, short dresses, hipless, curveless forms were the ne plus ultra of feminine beauty is more than I can see. I bend the knee to the indomitable will that has forced upon us in spite of ourselves the new lines and lengths that make this season's clothes amazingly beautiful. I have not had time to cover more than a few very early showings, but these are en ticing enough to make me anticipate the next few weeks of Fall openings with more genuine enthusiasm than I have been able to muster for many seasons. Well then: The princess line is firmly in favor, not always pure prin cess but usually a hint of it in the suppleness about the waist and the low flares. The battle of skirt lengths ends with hems on day things anywhere from two to five inches below the knee and evening dresses trailing the ground and then some. The big dip, with the front of the skirt knee-length, is gen erally abandoned in favor of longer hems in front and a more gradual and graceful swoop to the back. The low waistline is definitely out and you'll be glad when you see how the higher lines take off the years. Satins, panne vel vet, stiff metallic fabrics, flares, billow- ings, dressmaker touches and magnifi cent accessories produce an elegance of feeling that has been pretty thoroughly lacking since the sports mode took the field. Not that this means we must all be grande dames all the time. Street clothes are of a simplicity and youth that is enchanting, and some of these early gems should be snapped up by the collegiates who are assembling the term's wardrobe now. NO girl should set off to school without one of the stunning en sembles that are being created of tweeds, knit fabrics or fine wools. Some have short jackets, others seven- eighths or full-length coats, and they may be worn well into Fall and Win ter. A short jacketed one at Blum's is in the new deep red tweed with red flat crepe, tucked-in blouse that has a cascade of petal-like pieces creating a jabot effect down the front. Badger makes the tuxedo collar of the coat, and topped by a little Reboux hat of brown with a narrow swirl of eggshell felt set into the side, this makes a pretty fetching piece for Fall. Blum's achieve another in green homespun with a flattering collar of snow leopard (this looks more like badger than leop ard). The tucked-in blouse is in a lighter green, the skirt a tone darker than the coat with the coat pockets and details of the skirt color. Such slight differences in coat and skirt of the same suit are a fresh note. At Saks they have quite a few with the coat in the roughish tweed and the skirt of the same color but much lighter in weight. Practical, I calls it. This is done in a Patou ensemble in a heav enly blend of tans and golds. A Lan- vin model of blue has a horizon blue silk blouse to which the skirt is but toned amusingly like the pants on little boys' suits. It is these touches that are so demure to the male and so dawgone sophisticated to the female eye that should make life particularly worth while this year, since for some time the effects that were approved as smart by one's girl friends usually rated a snort from the boys. SAKS use soft raccoon collars very effectively on several tweeds, and gray caracul on a gray suit that sports the airy little Patou fins on coat and skirt. They also have the new coppery red in a soft tweed with jersey blouse. This with the warm browns, certain greens, and dahlia shades seems to lead the color line. It is surprising to see how these dahlias (really varia' tions on the purple) have leaped into the ranks of youth from their staid old position as the dowager's color. At Betty Wales' it is extremely young in rough tweed, with the hem of 6kirt coat and sleeves pulled to make a one- inch fringe. They also show two very attractive suits with full length coats that are heavy enough to do duty all winter, one in brown with a brown blouse that has the same fringe motif on the jabot, and another in lighter TWECUICAGOAN 33 Clearance prices on C>tfOUB Y furniture Interior Decorators 129 N. Wabash Avenue <¦¦¦ Evanston at Chicago Avrnue and <irove» brown with beige satin blouse and full- length tuxedo collar of beige caracul. Much is made of little separate wool dresses that should find a snug harbor in everyone's outfit, whether for cam pus or street wear. Never was any thing so fashionable, yet girlish, as the light dahlia tweed of Blum's, with narrow deep purple belt at the natural waist and a line of flat scallops around the hip, scallops down the front ac cented by deep purple buttons and white pique collar and cuffs buttoned on instead of sewed. A neat idea that, for easy changing of collar and cuff sets. This heathery shade is employed pleasantly in some inexpensive little dresses by Betty Wales, who have a notable collection of other wool frocks too. A reddish brown, diagonally pin striped in white, has a tiny cape but toned on by short straps crossing at the neck. A soft light blue and white has charming round collars and cuffs in sheer white. Among the silks, a tai lored navy blue crepe blouse tucks into a crepe skirt that is smoothly fitted to the hips and then flares gracefully. THE dresses at Saks are important for their use of the new Chanel toiles that are softer than the softest of wool crepe and for lovely notes such as the pleats on the back of one skirt that end at the hip in sharp little peaks not sewed down; lingerie touches of Irish lace on one dress and buttoned pique on another; stripes of alternating colors sewed together on a blouse to blend a skirt of brown and coat of red into one grand whole, and much besides But we must save a little space for a word on more formal things. The too-gorgeous fabrics are not for the young, but there are some new ma terials that are charming for dinner and simple evening frocks. A dull dark green metal printed with tiny gold me dallions is much prettier than it sounds and makes a perfect dress for semi- formal occasions. In town with an Agnes turban it is just as smart for restaurants and the theatre. This is shown at Saks, sleeveless, though a lit tle cape collar ending at the shoulder in front hangs a few inches over the arms. Shirred at the waist, skirt long and drooping longer in back and long sash tied in a large bow at the hip. Another unusual fabric for after noon and dinner dresses is the printed satin at Betty Wales. Small figures on browns and beiges look almost velvety, and I like it much better than the printed velvets, which I fear are to be overdone again. For more formal par ties the lighter colors are highly fa vored — shell pink, turquoise and such. There's a delicate aquamarine satin at Betty Wales and a gay gold and corn flower blue printed taffeta I saw at Martha Weathered's debutante shop that strike very modern notes. Betty Wales' sapphire blue velvet with long skirt fluttering with soft ruffles and lace and velvet cape collar is modern too, and yet has some of the flavor of the pre-bellum South. Items Room 28 on the fifth floor at Field's has its own very exquisite perfume, Vingt Huit, and they offer a novel way of trying it out by selling miniatures at thirty-five cents! . . . I don't know why everyone has suddenly gone mad about the eighteen-day diet, but if you must do it you can get the luncheons for any of the eighteen days at Carson's tea room (8th floor). . . . Interesting addi tions to the swankier Boulevard shops: the almost completed Tecla Pearl Shop at 22 S. Michigan promises to represent this famous house here very beautifully; Sulka's, in New York, the choice spot to shop for that very special masculine gift, is getting ready a Chi cago store in the Willoughby Building and Rena Hartman at 333 North. 34 rwtcmcAGOAN BOOK/ France, Chicago, Lord Byron By SUSAN WILBUR "Chicago's Newest Beauty Spot" PARK EDGEWATER APARTMENTS 6100 Sheridan Road Overlooking The La\e 2%, 3, 4&5 Rooms FOR a second time Julian Green is quite forcibly called to our atten tion. Last year his novel The Closed Garden was a book of the month club choice, having already been awarded in Europe the Femina-Bookman prise and been crowned by the French Academy. This year it is the other way round. The Dar\ Journey is a book club choice in France— Selection Sequana, they call it — and a pri^e win ner in this country. Successor to Glen- way Westcott's the Grandmother's in the biennial Harper award. But before talking about any book by Julian Green, it is always necessary to talk for a time about Julian Green himself. To remind oneself that he was born in Paris of American parents in 1900, did his bit in the French ar tillery, and after the war spent two years at the University of Virginia. That, though he speaks and presumably indites beautiful English, he writes his novels in French, and prefers to let other people translate them even though as in the present case his translator may write English that is slightly less per fect than the French. "What would she not have given to have known his name," where one "have" would have done the trick better. The quality of his books being as hybrid as the author himself. It is quite French that he should choose some small and out-of-the-way corner, lock or otherwise enclose his charac ters in it, and then study human emo tions in a state of isolation which little by little becomes a state of compres sion. The French are apparently quite crazy for this sort of thing. The really classical example so far as I know be ing the story of a family living in a house in a railway yard. Even the music teacher daren't go to them with out being piloted across the tracks. At one point you waited for the 5:45 ex press to get by, at others who knows what freights or locals might be doing things unexpectable to the lay mind. To which add two sisters and a mar riageable young friend of the family. BUT it is at the same time quite American that with Julian Green such situations, French as they are, should have the favorite American out come, namely a murder. The Dar\ Journey being so American in this respect that it becomes practically Jacobean. At the end they tumble over like ninepins, quite as in Arden of Feversham, which may or may not have been written by Shakespeare. Whereby it becomes evident that though the critics are praising Julian Green for his artistry, the chances are that the tens of thousands are reading him only in part for that. And partly, though they may not know it, because Julian Green has found a new way to dish up a crime story. A perfectly gorgeous mystery that he doesn't, so to speak, make any mystery of. IN The Dar\ Journey there are three interiors. The restaurant Longe in the tiny town of Lorges, where Madame Longe holds a threefold tyranny, her moderate prices, her beautiful ward Angele, and the tyranny of her glit tering eye pure and simple. The Villa Mon Idee, where Madame Grosgeorge lives out her boredom of wealth and hate. And the furnished rooms where Gueret, tutor to the son of Madame Grosgeorge, consumes his heart for Angele while detesting the patience of a wife he no longer loves. It is a story whose swift events are shown as an outcome of the slow and inevitable processes of psychological hunger. The insatiable curiosity of Madame Longe which sacrifices Angele to her clients for the sake of finding out about them. The anger of Gueret that turns his love to madness. The sinister part of Madame Grosgeorge on the outskirts of this tragedy of frustration. THE book that we have been hear ing about all summer and half the spring is out at last. Chicago: The History of Its Reputation. Lloyd Lewis" whose Myths After Lincoln was mentioned an issue or two ago in these columns begins the story and carries it from geology down to the World's Fair. Then Henry Justin Smith of the Daily "J^ews finishes it up. His count for the year is thus also raised to a book and a half. Between them they have produced one of the rarest of all occurrences, Of Exceptional Character STRIKING ARCHITECTURE, marvelous lake and boulevard views. Adjacent to magnificent residences, close to schools, shops and transportation. Every room bright ... no other tall buildings for blocks. Rooms exceptionally large. Carpeted throughout. Nile green, orchid, and golden yellow bathroom fixtures. chromium plated fittings. Shower stalls. Marble sills and thresholds in all baths. Many closets. Built in shoe racks, vanity dresser wardrobes, etc. Ideal kitchens with extra large refrigera tors. Rentals from #100.00 include gas, light and refrigeration . . . out standing values! A limited number of apartments will be furnished on request. Inspection daily and eve nings or telephone . . Sheldrake 10474 . . APARTMENTS £iwul(m$^MB^c/[t \0mlakf Rentals Direction of O. E. TRONNES AND COMPANY 360 N. Michigan Boulevard TI4ECNICAG0AN 35 erhaps you need an electric . . . KELVINATOR FOUR oLowesi cJriced, G/ilent iJxelvinaic ( with rubber i ray J . . RADIOLA 46 oj course i n t s sim Mud has everything ! . . . LAMP \ilewest 3 = L^anale Liable oLampf silver- polished metal shade. at E COMMONWEALTH 5ALTH EDISON gj IC SHOPO LECTR 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO namely a book that justifies its expecta tions. In the course of the past seventy years or so, beginning that is with Mrs. Kinzie's Wauhun, there have been any number of pleasant books of the I can remember when so and so type, dealing with one part of the city or another, and with one period of time or another. There have also been histories, Sey mour Currie's and other. And biogra phies. And since William Stead set the fashion back in the nineties with his If Christ Should Come to Chicago, more than one whole book has been written about our present state and our future hopes. The present book does briefly all these things and at least as much more as you might expect con sidering the authors. Does them with enough detachment to give crispness to the weightiest matters. And bring out new aspects of tales that we have heard before. As for instance the one about certain persons, drunk or not drunk, taking or not taking out a lamp to milk Mrs. O'Leary's cow by. And all the while fluttering our civic pride in the most irresistible ways. As for in stance by telling us of a chief in the heart of Africa who had heard about Chicago without having heard about our murders. And of Bismarck, Carlyle, and Queen Victoria each hav ing expressed a desire to visit America for no other purpose than to see our town. IN the case of people doing scandal ous things and dying and leaving documents, it used for some reason to be considered the proper thing not to publish the documents until everyone who could possibly be harmed — or in terested — by them was comfortably dead and buried. Whether the prin ciple was a correct one or not, it is anyway, like the tomb of Tutankha men, a piece of luck for us in at least one instance. Namely the Byron pa pers. Still another lot has now been released by Lady Lovelace, the widow of Byron's grandson. This new lot will add excitement to the promised Life of Byron by Andre Maurois, and is in the meantime the sum and sub stance of what is, quite incredibly, the first Life of Lady Byron that has ever been written. And what is likely to be the only life that will ever need to be written. For although Ethel Colburn Mayne is kind, and quite ready to make allowances, on the ground of Lady Byron's having been an only child, she is at the same time almost painfully fair and explicit. As a debutante Anne Isabella could eat four mutton chops at a sitting, and write home about it. When Byron proposed to her the first time, she weighed the fact that he did not "inspire her es teem'" against the fact that he could "command her affections," — and any way she had got rather in the habit of refusing young men. To her dying day, it appears to have been almost as much a mystery to her as the rest of the world why she and her husband couldn't get on. Armchair Pastime The World's Delight, by Fulton Ours- ler. (Harper and Brothers.) An even more legendary figure to our generation than Swinburne himself is Adah Isaacs Menken, born Dolores Adios McCord, with whom Swinburne's name was as sociated during her Mazeppa year on the London stage, and of whom Swinburne wrote a poem which called her "the world's delight" — along with a number of other things that were less compli mentary. After reading Mr. Oursler's novel, you wonder how it can have hap pened that some biographer didn't beat him to it. 36 TI4E CHICAGOAN W here : JTTkLJ JL %J X V JJL N ' : JLfe) AUTUMN ^/)EOPLE who think it's J a misdemeanor to be caught in the Rockies after Labor Day miss one of the greatest delights of life: Col orado's balmy Fall ! At The Broadmoor (right below Pikes Peak and a lot of other Rocky Mountains) recreation, luxury and weather made for you to enjoy are found throughout the year. Fall goes into December— and then comes Indian Summer ! One of the world's great golf courses; horses, motors, green house; little theater, dancing, swimming, PLUS— Paris meals, Manhattan lux ury, service that has all the metropolitan refinements. BRODMOOR COLORADO SPRJNOS HOME OF THE FAMOUS MANITQU SEARKUNG WATERS Reservations direct or at: The Ritz, New York; 23, Haymarket, London; 11 Ruede Castiglione, Paris GO, CHICAGO On the Deefi Blue Sea — and How By LUCIA LEWIS A MERRY racket is the business of spinning travel yarns, but they be gin to weary me, these carefree wan derers setting forth with a song on the lips and a laugh in the heart to seek adventure. When they return with a roll of films and a sheaf of notes to amase us, thralls of comfort they pre sent, always the same array of unnec essary hardships — the filching of a jewel from a temple, the peeping at fat ladies in forbidden harems, the shooting of ferocious game, and pages and pages and pages on the exciting mechanics of making and breaking camp and wrangling with natives and mules. Somehow the romance that clings to professional adventurers escapes me. Reports of jungle struggles that include the polishing of one's nails with a cer tain noted preparation or a dive into sacred tropic pools with the dive care fully photographed for the pages of the ladies1 magazines induce nothing but loud huszas for the practice of civ ilised travel. Looking into the opportunities for luxurious wandering is a happy pastime after doses of Trader Horn, Osa John son and Dickie Halliburton. We find ships, trains and planes shamefully given to the promotion of sloth and hordes of efficient people devoted to the job of getting us painlessly over the boresome stretches of our trips and lifting burdensome details from our lives. And I for one just love to have them do it. STARTING our survey on ships, we find quite a group that will do handsomely by that craving for ease and joy. On the Atlantic the classic Cunard trio continues to give us a run for our money. The Berengaria, a boat for magnificence, spectacular in its ar rangements for rather majestic cross ings. The Aquitania, not so showy and perhaps a bit more distinguished therefore. The Mauretania, swift and beloved of the sporting (not sporty) crowd. All three offer notable food, servants like the old family retainers we read about in English novels, and genuine British swank. The Empresses of the Canadian Pa cific partake of that same British hau teur and each of the three vessels points proudly to the suite occupied by H. R. H. of Wales and highly commended by that much traveled youth. They ease gently into the open ocean by way of the colorful St. Lawrence seaway and the unsettling pitch and roll sneaks up on one slowly enough to make MothersuTs generally unnecessary. Oil burners they are, and the group of three — Empress of Scotland, of Aus tralia, and of France — will soon be augmented by the grand Empress of Britain, which is expected to do the Quebec to London trip in less than five days. The French liners are worldly, suave, gayly sophisticated, and their star of course is the He de France, though the names of the Paris and the France al ways stimulate a fond glow in this writer's heart. When the French Line turned the leaders of the modern move ment loose in the lie de France at a time when the moderns were not yet so firmly entrenched as they are today, it made a daring gesture that was beau tifully rewarded. Everything about the ship is exquisite and worth studying. There are the lacquer and crystal and wood mosaic of the Grand Salon, the Rodier fabrics, the precious Navarre fountain in the huge dining room, the Jean Dunand card rooms — nearly every French modernist is represented. And, praise be, they make a fetish of com fort. The chairs, divans, beds, the aperitif chairs in the sidewalk cafe, and the famous bar induce the finest state of inertia yet achieved on land or sea. Even mothers and nurses find relaxa tion from their strenuous charges, who glory in their own dining room, gym nasium and playroom. It is, indeed, TI4ECWICAG0AN 37 —AND HERE'S WHERE THE BEST PEOPLE RESERVE THEIR SEATS TO SEE THE GREATEST STARS— Those who encourage, but do not appreciate, the democratic air of the average motion picture theatre may find distinctive stage entertainment by making a weekly habit of reserving their seats at the Palace. There they may see the world's finest talent. In the near future such artists as Molly Picon, Maurice Chevalier, Beatrice Lillie, Irene Rich, Ben Bernie, and many others will be featured in the programs of Radio-Keith-Orpheum vaudeville. THE TRADITIONAL TWO PER FORMANCES A DAY IN QUIET COMFORT. Palace Theatre Randolph at La Salle quite possible for parents to avoid the little dears almost entirely on the trip. And now to eat my remarks about these worldly boats. All three carry chapels, the one on the lie de France being perhaps the only church any where that is decorated in the new manner and proving beautifully that the iconoclasts may achieve reverence as well as daring. IT is interesting to compare the mod ernity of the He de France with that of the Bremen. They both have the verve that is typical of the after-the- war renaissance and there is a splendid defiance and snappy beauty about the new North German Lloyder that en dears her to me. She is sumptuous without getting heavy about it and gives the merry laugh to the old myth of the "stolid Teutons.-" Certainly there is nothing stolid about the sophisticated night club or the huge American bar with its allur ing, bouncy stools. (There are rails for inveterate standees, but the cush ions are more comfortable and you get to that point just as quickly.) The Bremen also sports a play room, swim ming pool, gymnasium, shopping prom enade and the like. The playroom has the grandest chute, which I feel should be turned over to slightly rosy adults after the children are tucked away for the night. And there is, of course, the record breaking crossing. Both N. G. L. and the Hamburg- American have done an admirable res urrection stunt since their stripping in 1918. When the treaty forbade the Germans any giant vessels (since abro gated) the sturdy Hamburg- American Line proceeded to put their all into 20,000 ton boats that embody all the fine points of the 50,000 tonners. With the result that the Resolute, Reliance, Albert Ballin and others carry some of the most aristocratic travelers of the sea who spurn the showiness of the headliners. These ships are noted for their devotion to sports facilities. They carried the first swimming pool and complete gymnasium on the seas and abound in golf courses, courts for ten nis, squash, handball, as well as the usual deck equipment. The food and drink are among the finest and the presence of the anti-rolling tanks makes it possible to enjoy both, even on a rough crossing. THE contrast between the modern themes of the lie de France and the 013 NORTH MICHIGAN "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $5. (I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) l^ame - Address , CLUB AMBASSADEUR 226 East Ontario A distinguished night club implies a careful cuisine, a proper set ting, superior patrons, splendid entertainment for these, THE AMBASSADEUR. Dancing, of course For the Strenuous Season— —a magazine exactly suited in viewpoint, touch and gusto to the exacting needs of a civilized reader during the crowded and critical months of June, July and August 38 imCUICAGOAN you forget sticky evenings in L'Aiglon's rooms, evenly cooled with crabflakes shivering on ice, cold meats and truffles quivering in aspic . . . you laugh at stormy nights in the friendly glow of L'Aiglon's pleasant tables . . . before a golden broiled Pom- pano, a crunchy, tender young squab . . . no matter how the thermometer shifts or your mood changes . . . we rise to the occasion! Luncheon Supper Dinner Dancing CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water is the purest and softest in the world. Try drinking eight glasses a day for two weeks. If you are not satisfied that Chippewa is the finest and most beneficial water you have ever used we will refund your money. Chippewa Spring Water Company 1318 S. Canal St Phone - Roosevelt 2920 Bottled at the Springs near Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. Bremen and the rich elaboration of the Italian and Spanish ships is positively- violent. But the grand historic man ner is fine too, when it is as splendid as in the new Cosulich motor vessels, the Saturnia and Vulcania. Intensely modern mechanically, decoratively they employ the classic Versailles and Tus- canian motifs and produce the most gorgeous public rooms seen anywhere out of a palace. One feature praticu- larly interesting for the Mediterranean and West Indies cruises on which these two will be used this winter is the introduction of verandahs on the luxurious cabins where one may take one's ease in privacy on a sheltered and comfortably furnished deck of one's own. Moorish decorations, rich carvings, gay tiles distinguish the Spanish Royal Mail Line. The Manuel Arnus, AI- fonse III and Cristobal Colon glory in these fittings and in excellent Span ish wines and champagnes. Since Fall is one of the most pleasant seasons in Spain and this is the country's gala year, what with all the doings at Bar celona and Seville, it is a good time to try out these southern boats. AMONG the loveliest public rooms f\ afloat are those on the new Staten- dam. The Palm Court, with windows all across the front of the boat, deco rated in brilliant Chinese lacquer, floor covered with Chinese rugs, smacks more of the far ports touched by the Dutch navigators and colonisers than the prim Netherlands. However, this new Holland-America ship has the glistening spotlessness that characterizes the whole Dutch fleet. All ships seem to do an unholy amount of deck swab bing, but never was such scrubbing and polishing seen as on these steamers. When the Statendam turns to West Indies cruises this winter it should be a refreshing contrast to step from ex- otically untidy tropic ports to the Delft tiled swimming pool or meticulously dainty staterooms of the vessel. The Pacific is getting to be a happy cruising choice, especially for winter trips, and aside from the magnificent Round the World liners that sea is distinguished by the swanky Malolo of the Matson's and the new motorship Asama Maru, which the Nippon Yusen Kaisha is just launching. Then there is much in the way of land and air travel that cannot be crowded in this week. Altogether a vision of splendor to confound the hardship cult. WOOD is coming back to its own for Interior Decoration We Specialize in Producing Antique Effects Visit Our Studio Inquiries Invited KELLY INTERIOR CRAFTS COMPANY »OS-l 1 IV. Wells St., Chicago The Joy of the kitchen SOMETHING NEW Saves laundry expense, and the ruining of towels. No more dirty rags, Saves Steps, Time and Hands. Can you imagine anything more necessary to have handy than CAVANNA KITCHEN SERVICE PAPER Each pack of paper in a wire con tainer, all complete, all ready to hang oyer the kitchen sink. 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If you should happen to drop in at the club on the night when the Tankers are holding their monthly revel, you will have some idea of what old times at the C. A. A. must have been like. The Tankers' first dinner, A Night in Rome, would have been quite to the fancy of Lucullus. The banquet table was laid on a stage thrown over the pool, the piece de resistance being a roast 40-pound muskie. Each member assumed a role in an historical allegory. Some were Roman senators; some were gladiators and charioteers. Down be low gondolas drifted back and forth plied by small boys in fancy costume, their paddles moving to the rhythm of Venetian boat songs. The advertising men's round table is another institution, and around this board have gathered such celebrities as D. M. Lord, Col. Bill Hunter, who made Idaho famous with his monthly P URVEYOR of entertainment to their majesties, American Society. mowt eking Entertainment Would you avoid the type of amuse ment that is oh! so popular? 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Mulford, who reproduced the St. Clair flats in miniature, with summer homes, excursion boats and canoes, in a sunken pool placed in the middle of the table, have gone down into history. THE horseless carriage and the fly ing machine were still dreams when the C. A. A. was launched. The bicycle— not the high wheel of the 'SO's, but the new-fangled "safety" — was the sporty vehicle. What is now the coatroom of the club was originally a bicycle garage. Members used to pedal downtown, park their wheels in the club racks, and proudly show off their new "mounts." Nor had the western colleges developed their athletic programs to stadium proportions. It remained for organizations like the Cherry Circle to keep the vestal fires of amateur athletics burning. Newly-graduated stars from eastern universities were taken in as athletic members. William Hale Thompson was captain of the Cherry Circle foot ball team, made up of former college players, and the annual games with the Boston Athletic Club, Yale and Prince ton, gave Chicago the same thrill that an intersectional game does today. In the gymnasium George Dawson staged some of Chicago's classiest box- fights, introducing Battling Nelson, Tommy Burns, Harry Forbes, Bob Fits- simmons, Jim Corbett, James J. Jeffries, Young Griffo and Benny Yanger, the "Tipton Slasher,'" who was fighting in those days under the management of John Hertz, and is now the club's box ing instructor. George Siler, of hal lowed memory, used to referee the bouts. Rex Beach, Bill Wrigley and Frank Bornmann, champion fancy diver, were members of the water polo team when the game was played without rules. Sheldon Clark was a member of Sir Thomas Lipton's crew. Under the Cherry Circle colors Avery Brundage three times in succes sion won the National A. A. 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