September 14,1929 Price 15 Cents OF PARIS ? LONDON ? BERLIN ? NEW YORK ... and now of .. CHICAGO 22 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENUE The newest, smartest of famous Tecla Salons has opened its doors to the Chicago public on fashionable Michigan Avenue. You are cordially invited to inspect this enchanting display of Tecla Creations in Jewels — to see with your own eyes the incontestable resemblance of Tecla Pearls to the opulence of the deep sea specimen. Tecla Pearls are worn by women of fashion in this country and in Europe. They are perfect copies of genuine pearls and cannot be distinguished from the true gems except by experts. Created in our Paris Laboratories Tecla Pearls, Sapphires, Rubies and Emeralds in individual mountings for rings, bracelets, studs, earrings, etcetera. Only gold, platinum and genuine diamonds used in Tecla settings. TUECWICAGOAN 1 HATS & SHOES FIFTH FLOOR shades . . . new shapes . . . make their appearance in the Fall Collection of Hats and Shoes on the Fifth [Floor. The latest dictates of a Paris -centered fashion world are here to delight style-loving femininity. The French and Debutante Salons are displaying chic new millinery modes, emphasizing models from Reboux, Alphonsine, Agnes, Patou, Rose Valois and Suzanne Talbot. Copies of any of these original imports will be made to your order. Young Mod erns and Women s Shoe Sections ere showing simple tailored lines, particularly in lizards and suedes. The shoe is increasingly important in the ensemble and the smartly dressed woman, more than ever before, will select her footwear with this in mind. MARSHALL FIELD & COMP. S 2 TI4E CHICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy FOLLOW THRU— Apollo, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A pleasant adap tation of the golf links to the musical show which goes around altogether at par with a high standard of revue, music and movement. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. RAIN OR SHIHE— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A new musical romp which is big in promise replacing Pleasure Bound which goes to the Majestic. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. PLEASURE BOUND— The Majestic, 22 West Monroe. A large and lively stage piece well sung and well acted, starring Jack Pearl, Eileen Stanley, Shaw and Lee and Phil Baker. Its season begins to wane, however. Better see it soon if you haven't already. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. NEW MOON— Great Northern, 21 West Quincy. Central 8240. An operetta di' rected by Schwab and Mandel and of' fering a Chicago cast including Charlotte Lansing, Fene Huston, Roscoe Ails. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Drama THE PERFECT ALIBI— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A mystery play done by E. E. Milne and thus a novelty in promise. To be reviewed punctually on the date it opens which is Sept. 15. Curtain (presumably) 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE KIBITZER— Woods, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. A comedy know- ingly acted by George Sidney and re viewed by Charles Collins on page 23. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE HUT FARM— -Cort, 132 North Dearborn. Central 0019. A bright comedy closing, alas, September 14. Wal- lace Ford stars and is ably supported at it. Better if you haven't. 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 R. K. O. STATE LAKE— 190 North State. Dear born 6204. R. K. O. circuit vaudeville changing weekly, but now and then hold ing over a feature act. Call the box office for definite information. "THE CHIC AGO AN" PRESENTS— Recreation, by A. Raymond Kat?.... Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Tables and Tableaux 4 Editorially 7 Wings Over Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 9 Suggested Civic Emprises, by Sandor 12 On Writing the Feature, by Francis C. Coughlin 13 The Streets of the Town, by Dick Smith 15 Town Talk 17 Salestalk, by John Reynolds IS Front Porch Campaign, by Alan Dunn - 19 Shop, by Leonard Dove 20 Chicagoans ¦ — McCarthy of the Cubs, by Warren Brown 21 Talent, by Clarence Biers 22 The Stage, by Charles Collins 23 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 26 Discernment, by C. W. Anderson 28 Music, by Robert Pollak 30 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 3 2 Femininity, by Phil Nesbit 34 Books, by Susan Wilbur 36 Art, by J. Z. Jacobson 39 CINEMA [See daily papers jor whereabouts; page 26 jor more copious comment.} HOHKT TOTiK: Mme. Sophie Tucker shows Al Jolson some new tricks with a night club and that Some of These Days is a nobler carol than Mammy. [Attend.] THE ARGYLE CASE: Thomas Meighan solves the fortnight's best murder mys tery (fiction) by approved Holmes-Ken nedy-Vance methods. [If you care for crime.] THE GIRL IH THE SHOW: Bessie Love and company in as good a backstage comedy as the next. [Yes.] BEHIND THAT CURTAIH: Warner Baxter in the world's worst melodrama. [No.] THEK TOO: Paris Bound, Charming Sinners, On With the Show and a num ber of other pictures worth trailing to the neighborhoods are listed, with inci dental information, on page 28. BASEBALL Cub games are here listed in anticipation of a World's Series. September 7, 8, 9, Boston at Chicago. Sep tember 10 (open) with Boston probably here to play a deferred game. September 11, 12, 13, Philadelphia at Chicago. Sep tember 14, 1?, 16, 17, Brooklyn at Chi cago. September 18, 18, New York at Chicago. September 20, open. Septem ber 21, 22, New York at Chicago. 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. 12:4? 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:?0 p. m. Lv. 6:10 p. m. Ar. 10:40 p. m. Fourteen-passenger tri-motored planes. 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. 8:30 a. m. Ar." 12:30 p. m. Lv. 2:00 p. m. Ar. 6:00 p. m. Two and four-passenger cabin planes. *Central standard time. For reserva tions and information phone State 7111. All planes take off from the Municipal Air port, 63rd and Cicero Ave. The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish ing Co 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Advertis ing Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol VII No 13 Sept. 7, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post-Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TME CHICAGOAN Just One of Those Things . . . . . . that a girl going away to school can't decide until the last minute 1 She has her books, her tennis rackets and cushions ready for the trunk ... but as for Clothes ! She wants the latest possible slant to her Hat, the newest conceits in Bracelets and Hand' Bags, and the most recent ideas in Frocks. So she waits until September for those last fascinating visits to Stevens . . . and finds everything a girl could possibly hope for. Our Fall Collections are Being Added to Constantly CHAS-A- STEVENS- &¦ BROS CHICAGO 4 TUE CHICAGOAN TABLES Breakfast SALLY'S— 4650 Sheridan Road. Sunny- side 568 5. A breakfast choice any time after four in the morning. Generally a late and amusing gathering, with much impromptu entertainment by the guests themselves. WAGTATLE'S— 120? Loyola Avenue. Briargate 3989. Also a lively breakfast assisted by various collegians from vari' ous campi. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark Street. Di- versey 8922. Late also and rather more robust in menu than others here men- tioned, Rickett's offers a fine steak pick up. Luncheon ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Wabash 0770. The splendid victuals of Albion are here served up impeccably in a most soothing atmosphere. A notable luncheon choice. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. The lunching place of LaSalle Street notables, who are as meticulous in secur- ing sound dining as they are in selecting sound investments. SCHLOGL'S—11 N. Wells. A restaurant noted for its literary flavor and not less worthy for fifty years of excellent vic- tualry. A show place. Richard is the waiter. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Frankhn 2363. American foods are here prepared in state to make a brave con test before the diner waves a parting napkin. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. ROCOCO TEA ROOM— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 1242. A cozy kitchen within walking distance of the Loop, this one offers swell Swedish food. Might as well have herring. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan Blvd. Harrison 2628. A Pullman Building haven overlooking the Institute and Lake Michigan and overlooking nothing at all in food, comfort, atmosphere, service. Mons. Heieronymus is proprietor. THE PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 197?. Apt to be more in femi nine than masculine taste, The Picca dilly, nevertheless, does pretty capably with groceries. A great place to meet the girl friend. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. A mod erately snooty luncheon in good surround ings and with alert people, Maillard's is a very adequate noontime jaunt. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. A lunch place reasonably exclusive and well patronized by moderate diners. Dinner BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. A very high point, indeed, in counting up Chicago's civiliza- [listings begin on page 2] tion. Dinner to the soothing music of Benson's band. (An excellent luncheon, also.) August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous hotel very pleasantly served and staffed. The Ste vens is a wise luncheon or dinner choice. Ralph Foote's band in the roof garden until September 16. And after that Doc Davis. (Try the Colchester Grill for lunch.) COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A show place to a wise and wary boulevard, The Con gress manifests adequate glitter and live liness. Dancing in the Balloon Room to Art Castle's band. Ray Barrette is head- waiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A gracious hotel ad mirably located, The Palmer House offers superior victual and a refreshingly good hotel orchestra. (A luncheon choice also.) Muller is maitre d'hotel. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. Respectable, frequented by nice people and smoothly managed, The Edgewater Beach is a sane dinner and dance choice any time. Ted Fiorito's band — good — - and knowing dancers in the Marine Din ing Room. Wildenhus is headwaiter. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. The Gold Coast in its purest vein, wealthy, suave, alert and handsomely served, The Lakeshore Drive Hotel is everything it should be. John Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. The Drake is largest of the class inns; it is splendid for dining and dancing; it is well known; it is always a good place. Jack Chap man's band. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3 156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. The Belmont is the bright spot of the mid-north side. It is, therefore, here mentioned as a dinner place. No dancing. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 Southshore Drive. Plaza 1000. One of the best dining rooms and certainly one of the best served tables in the city. A notable dinner place out south. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. Fashionable and a show place, with good food and good company, here flourishes a luncheon and dinner cellar. RED STAR INN—1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. A German parlor, rosy and robust and sponsor, under the eye of Herr Gallauer, to innumerable Teutonic dishes. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. A sea food store open until 4:00 a. m. and breath taking at the table. Mons. Ireland oversees in person. VAIGLOK— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. French in inspiration, and livened by dancing to a scso band and private dining rooms, L'Aiglon is well fed and well attended. JULIENS- 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Here frog leg and scallop night is a fes tivity worthy of good Doctor Rabeleis' note book. Promptly at 6:30; phone for reservation. CAFE LOUISIAHE—1 3 41 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. Creole dining unsur passed and enlightened by the knowing attention of Mons. Max, headwaiter, and Mons. Gaston Alcitore, who is table guide and philosopher. Consult these gentlemen always before ordering a meal, and preferably by telephone some hours earlier. Night Clubs SKT 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. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. A late and lively night club well attended with band, hostesses, entertainment, and whoopee until break fast and thereafter. Ernie Hales is head- waiter. CLUB ALABAM -747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Also a lively place from dark un til dawn. Southern and Chinese cooks. Handsome hostesses. Open late. Gene Harris is headwaiter. A Bit Novel LINCOLN TURN VEREIN— 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 Lorelei 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 ]oe 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! BON VIV ANT— 4367 Lakepark Avenue. This mention anticipates September and oysters at a French parlor, which is, we presume, still catering to a delighted south side. ERASCATI— 619 Cass. Delaware 9669. An Italian restaurant pleasantly decorated and well seen to about the kitchen. TWE CHICAGOAN 5 Blue Wagon - A Play Plus an Extremely Shrewd Reaction to an Unforeseen Situation By S. WEATHERBEE R0ADES (The scene opens in the interior of a dar\ and jolting conveyance bound toward the Loop from an outlying district. Light which seems to come from passing street lamps outside illuminates the faces of spea\ers as they give their lines. The conveyance is travelling toward the audience. Two policemen are seat' ed on benches along the sides. An other rides behind so that his head and shoulders are framed in the ir regularly lighted doorway. There are six other occupants of the Blue Wagon, three men and three women. All are in formal attire. They conduct themselves with ad' mirdble nonchalance. Their names are HELEH, IREHE, LUCILLE, JOHTi, FREDERICK and BREH' TOTi. The police officers are OJ^E, TWO and THREE.) ONE: (Defensively.) There's no help for it. We have our orders. We have our duties. The idea of genuine ladies going to gambling places! Helen: Do you recall, Frederick, the Baroness we met at Monte Carlo? Brenton: The roulette addict? Frederick: No, she was another one. Quite delightful. From Pomerania, I believe. Brenton: I recall an Italian — Irene: What a comment on life! He recalls an Italian! It is like saying that one dimly recollects reading Cyrano de Bergerac for the first time. That one hazily remembers Paris on a maiden voy age. That there linger half-for- gotten impressions of hearing Geschichte aus ein Wiener Wald in Vienna. And that somewhere one was in love with somebody in Italy. Ah, Brenton, you are in corrigible. Two: I wouldn't say that, M'am. I don't think the young fellow's incorrigible. Just remember what you say here will be used against you. One : And one thing more. You'll have to quit jabberin' in them for eign languages. You can arrange bonds as you like with your own bondsmen. But you can't ar range them here. It's against the rules. John: L'etat c'est moil One : Yas, an1 I mean you just the same as anybody else. JOHN: (Very cooly.) I say, do you have a match, officer? One: (Dazed at this impertinence.) Y-Yes. Yes, Sir, I mean. John: Thank you, indeed. Three: (He enjoys One's discom fiture immoderately.) Ho, Ho, Ho! There's a cool one for you. One: (Roars, half to Three and half to John.) Shut up. Lucille: (With grave, mocking courtesy.) I beg pardon. One: I wasn't speaking to you, Lady. I meant Joe. That's him hanging on the back porch, M'am. Three: Ho, Ho, Ho! Me for a high-hat gambling raid every time. Ho, Ho! One: Why, I don't even like to see a lady smoke a cigarette, I'm that particular. Irene: I agree with you there, Officer. I do, emphatically. One: If I ever saw a daughter of mine smoking a cigarette — Irene: Exactly, Officer. I much prefer a little cigar. Do you— (she offers a tin) mind. Father is so conservative. Three: Ho, Ho, Ho! I'd never have believed it if I didn't see it. No. Never. Ho, Ho! Brenton: Officer, would you mind having the driver drive a little more carefully? We're coming to a spot of bad pavement. Three: (To driver.) Hey! Drive slower here, will ya? Do you want to shake me off in the street. (The wagon slows at once.) Frederick: Aren't we nearly in? At what station does the law re quire our presence? John: I think the adventure has gone far enough. (To Three.) Would you mind having our cars draw up a bit closer? Three: They're right here, Sir. They've been trailing us all along. John: Will you all take your wraps? I think perhaps we'd best take our own cars home. One: (With a howl of enlighten ment to Three.) Why you double-crossing bum! So you've been holding out all this time! Three: (Mildly. ) Forget it. I haven't been holding out on any body. (The passengers prepare to depart.) I had a hunch. One: A hunch, Hey? And what hunch? Three: Why, as the gentlemen got aboard I noticed something in this gentleman's pocket (indicates John) and from that I knew nothing would happen if wc took them to court. They're not the kind of people who are arrested, or who ought to be arrested, or who ever will be arrested. They're the people who amount to some thing in this town. And they'd be out — and properly, too — five minutes after they went up the station steps. Two: Oh, Yeh? Three: (With conviction.) I saw the gentleman was carrying a copy of The Chicagoan! TWQ CHICAGOAN THE SALON OF WOLOCK & BAUER . . . A LovgIl) Autumn o, nqma in Lizard oingled out from many, many lovely new Oalon creations . . . to be presented first for rail... this Salon Original or Lizard ana harmonizing Kid. Hiqli heels or low . . . and the smartest new Fall shades . . . rrado Drown, Beechwood Beige, Jacinthe Blue, Purple Pansy and Black. 1 wentv-two iittv OJC LO C K & B A U € R MICHIGAN -AVeNUe M A D I J O N CHICAGOAN // I "HIS book," the editorial We | said to itself, "is too big for a book review. This is a first- page book." Its title is Chicago: A History of Its Reputation. Its authors are Henry Justin Smith and Lloyd Lewis, fellow- citizens and writing men of keen and vivid pens. Read it and cheer. To those who have worried because crime news, the long comedy of Thompsonism, and other sensational or ludicrous events heralded in head-lines were giving the city a bad name, we say: "Read this book." To those who have been apologetic when Europeans, New Yorkers and bush- league hotel-clerks have lifted ironic eye-brows at Chicago as a place of residence, we say: "Read this book.*5'' To the cynics and slackers who do not put the pride of Saul of Tarsus into the announcement, "I am a citizen of Chicago," we say: "Read this book." The world outside needs no urging toward this saga and interpretation of an amazing sociological phenomenon. It is hungry for tidings from Chicago. It has already roman ticized us. It will read the work of Messrs. Smith and Lewis avidly and with awe. It will agree that in all the history which has been written with the magic names of cities, from Babylon-on-the-Euphrates to Bagdad-on-the- Hudson, there has been no story to match it. This volume of 500 pungently written pages is not an affair of horn-blowers. The authors are true historians; their viewpoint is detached and critical. They have avoid ed propaganda and achieved literature. Their organization of the welter of material is masterly. The pictures etched as they review a century of fantastic growth are brisk with life. There are giants in the earth from which our towers have sprung. These pages evoke them — unruly, dynamic genii loci, forever urging an endless procession of Good Citizens to their self-appointed and unrewarded tasks. Public offi cials may be futile or false, but we have always had the Brasses, the Burnhams, the Wackers and their spiritual kindred to blaze the trail. Chicago is a war that has been fought by volunteers. ? AS a city, we are more likely to do things by doubles than by halves. For example: the publication of the Smith-Lewis history coincided with the birth of Chicago And Its Ma\ers, a civic encyclopaedia of impres sive dimensions. To own this massive, admirably printed volume is to have the Chicago Historical Society at your elbow. It is a home-town Musee Carnavalet that may be held in the lap. Its text is copious, entertaining and accurate; but its em phasis is upon pictures of the urban scene, past and present. There are more than a thousand of these illustrations, begin ning with the fur-trader's cabin of Jean Baptiste Point de Sable (Chicago's Emperor Jones), erected in 1779, and end- Editorially ing with the structural giants of to morrow. Many of the photographs were rare; some were unknown until discovered in old settlers' attics by the aggressive publisher and designer of the work, Felix Mendelsohn. Chicago And Its Ma\ers is the fruit of two and a half years' work by Mr. Mendelsohn and his aids, Paul Gilbert and Charles Lee Bryson. Compilations of this type are often hasty and unreliable, but this one represents research as well as enthusiasm. Miss Caroline Mcllvaine, learned chatelaine and archivist of the Historical Society's collec tions, inspected every article and picture before it was sent to the printer; she was rigorous in her chastisement of error and stern in her repression of doubtful legend. This gargantuan volume, whose weight will strain the back of many a frail librarian, is highly useful as a work of reference. But it is much more than that; it carries a cargo of dreams for any Chicagoan. These old photo graphs, so clearly reproduced, possess the spells of Merlin. Here you may see what manner of men and women were to be found at State and Madison Streets as the generations came and passed; here you may catch glimpses of the great pageants and the historical disasters; here you may even re discover your ancestors, idling on an unrecognizable Michi gan Avenue in archaic costumes. It is a book that holds a flattering mirror up to the civic countenance. That reflection offers many an hour of reverie to those who seek to recapture, in the tumult of the glittering present, the gray enchantment of the past. COUNT KEYSERLING, writing about American cities in The Atlantic Monthly, calls Chicago "the most uncanny city in the world." He states that this is the only place in the United States "where one is actually aware of the presence of ungenerosity, ill will and malice" He fears that Chicago will absorb all of America and cause a revolution. Therefore, we have no hesitation in announcing our view of Count Keyserling. He is a bunk philosopher — a por tentous Arthur Brisbane of Germany. THE passing of summer calls for a valedictory to the life-guards. They are mere boys, mostly college stu dents, but they are never caught shirking their long- houred, monotonous task. They save hundreds of lives every season without the recognition of hero-worship. They have the esprit de corps of a professional marine service. They are vigilant, adroit and unassuming; and their prow ess, for rescue or discipline, is respected among the bathing mobs. They are extraordinary and unique, these young amphib' ians. Hey, you! Keen work, guards! 8 TWECWICAGOAN It 5 smarter to snov at SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE FASHIONS North Michigan Avenue at L-nestnut Otreet TI4E CHICAGOAN 9 Wings Over Chicago The Town Takes the Air ALWAYS a trifle hushed and rev- i erent in a bank, and awed by the merest caged teller, I am paralyzed by a third vice-president. As this one waited for the files to produce my frail collateral, he opened a parcel, pulled out a new leather cap, fitted it to his head and patted the ear flaps apprais- ingly as he peered at his reflection in the glass top of the desk. My dumb spirit lifted. By Lucia Lewis "Do you fly?" I chirped feebly. And oh, didn't he thaw out! Fondly as any parent he showed me pictures of his little amphibion, chuckled over the time he got to Canada by mistake, occasionally waxed technical, but never uttered one solemn word about the Future of Aviation. It always seems that the solemn predictions of what the years will bring in the way of air travel come from the firmly grounded oracles who have never even had a five- dollar sightseeing flight. While they prophesy, a flock of fellow townsmen daily leap from city to city or take a spin before dinner quite happily aware of Aviation's very bright present. Flying pour le sport has captured a mixed band of devotees. A few of the town's private pilots and plane owners were sired by the war, but many more seem to have been born of the bull market of 1928. Bankers and brokers fly more than any other group, the other businesses come next, profes sional men are third, women and politicians linger modestly in the background. PRESIDENT Reynolds of the Peo ple's Trust is perhaps Chicago's cheer leader for both commercial and pleasure flying. He is director of sev eral air transport organizations, uses planes extensively in his business and leisure hours, and is active in the pro motion of the huge Curtiss-Reynolds Airport near Glenview which will be christened some time this month. This field and Sky Harbor (at the Dundee and Waukegan Roads) are pushing Chicago into the aviation lime light even though our City Fathers have been woefully laggard about mu nicipal accommodations. Gone are the dust and grease, the wooden shacks of yesterday. The atmosphere now is col orful and country club-like. One takes one's ease at the clubhouse till the plane is ready and then steps into it as casually and easily as into any limou sine. At the Curtiss field ramps drop from the clubhouse to the "driveway" up which the planes are wheeled so that the embarkation is practically ef fortless. Both fields have hangars for private planes and company planes ready to be chartered for trips of any length — taxis downtown or transcon tinental flights. Sternly segregated from the main field (greatly to the relief of this vis itor), the students bank and turn in splendid isolation. At the Curtiss Air- 'diu; 10 TWE CHICAGOAN port the flying school has a hundred and thirty acres on which they can make their mistakes without messing up traffic on the three hundred acre commercial field. Students may elect the private pilot or commercial and transport courses, but the requirements are very strict for any of the classifica tions. In one hour at the Curtiss of fice I saw four applicants turned down, one of them a woman of forty-five who gurgled to me that she thought aviation was so intensely fascinating but the horrid examiner thought she was too intensely excitable to be let loose on any controls. Most of the students are young, several fortunate youths being groomed for the job of family pilot, though the Curtiss school sports a fa ther and son pair also, the Edward O 'Hares. Another pair here are the Webster brothers, Henry Kitchell, Jr., and Stokely; and there are other sons, scions respectively of a banker, a judge, and a flaming liberal — John Fletcher, Jr., Louis Bergland, and young Wil liam B. Lloyd. To round out this crew we have one German war pilot brushing up on his knowledge, Mr. Umesaki of Japan and Donald Wong of China. What ho! the brotherhood of the air! THE Curtiss people hope to de velop some women flyers and the Sky Harbor school already has several buds — Margaret Carr, Helen May of Hinsdale, and Evelyn Scritsmier. Rob ert Carr, Hunter Dickson, Ralph Hus- zagh, Arthur Jerrems, Jr., Ralph Zimmerman, E. M. Samuel, Jr., and Lawrence Scudder of Lake Forest are some of the other Sky Harbor fledg lings. But it is the main field that is the show place: At one airport the gleam ing towers of Sky Harbor- Petrushka and the sweep of the great hangars, and at the other spacious verandas and landscaped terraces of the Curtiss club house. The buildings at both fields are daringly modern, as flying centers should be, and the ultimate thing in comfort. One dances at Petrushka to the throbbing of music, the crescendo and diminuendo of wings outside. At the Curtiss port Architect Rebori flings a many windowed room across the main building, where another gay restaurant will be ensconced. These arrangements make it simple enough to take an air taxi ride when ever it seems necessary to drive away the lethargy and mental fog often in duced by good dining. The method is suggested by the observations of a pilot on one of the lake front sightseeing taxis. During the day his customers are usually mothers and fathers who bring embryo Lindberghs for their first air experience, and out-of-town visitors who cover the city in one five-dollar eyeful. But comes the dusk and night fall, and often a subtle alcoholic frag rance pervades the plane as sundry flushed gentlemen seek to cool their brows in the heavens. ASIDE from the company hangars L at the new airport, those for pri vate planes serve an impressive air fleet, a fleet that includes Earl Rey nolds' Commandaire, the Walgreen Sikorsky, and other Curtiss planes owned by William Grunow, John Hertz and Colonel Robert R. McCor- mick; and at Sky Harbor rest the ships of William Boyd of the Satevepost, Al bert Louer of Mandel's, Hunter Dick son, and several more. With these owners as a nucleus the formation of a regular Aviation Country Club such as the one recently organized on Long Island in New York does not seem far off, especially since our local facilities are now so immensely improved. The Chicago Curtiss field will quite surpass their eastern one in size, beauty and convenience. One must neither own a plane nor possess a pilot's license to get full bene fit from these fields. Both of them offer planes with well-tried pilots that may be chartered for trips by any number of passengers from one to twelve. The prices range from thirty-five cents to a dollar-sixty a mile, and the planes are particularly popular for week-end trips to summer resorts. John Fletcher, Walter Aagard, Henry Orcutt and Borford Porter are a few of the regu lars who dash up to Lawsonia with Curtiss. In their office on La Salle street one becomes quickly accustomed to the matter of fact telephone orders that catapult plane after plane into the sky all day long. "Party of four to Long Beach at three — eight to Green Bay at four- thirty — one coming through from New York needs new pilot to go on to San Francisco — tomorrow at six, two to Minneapolis." One becomes accus tomed, but one is still amateur enough to thrill. This is taxi-ing! And, inci dentally, taxi-ing where tips seem to be taboo. A generous patron sought to re ward his pilot on a recent trip to Green Bay but the reward was courteously re fused. It takes no mean strength of character to reject a fifty-dollar tip! A party of enterprising motion-pic ture amateurs chartered a tri-motor TWE CHICAGOAN n plane the afternoon the Zeppelin floated over the city. Buying at the heels of the huge world cruiser, and circling around it, they caught some really exclusive views of the Graf, its cabins and passengers. The resulting films have not appeared on the home screen as yet, but it won't be the pilot's fault if all we see is a snappy view of the lake and the skyline. He did as pretty a bit of maneuvering as these eyes have seen in passenger plane fly ing. Chartered planes are only for special trips, usually to spots where the regular air lines have no schedules. When we add the two hundred or more passen gers that leave town daily on the air transport lines we may well exclaim "thar's Chicagoans in them clouds." Most of the air lines have their base at the Municipal Airport and this, I am glad to report, is steadily being im proved in the matter of rest rooms, ac cessibility, and general conveniences. Tickets for any of the lines are handled by the Consolidated Air Ticket office in the Palmer House and by the Uni versal Bureau at 105 West Monroe, and they always include transportation to and from the airport. Good trans portation, too, either by luxurious buses or taxis. Those who wish may fly in from the airport to Grant Park for a paltry three-fifty. Some of the . most heavily traveled all-air routes are the Universal flights to Cleveland, St. Louis, and Kansas City; Northwest Airways to Minneap olis and St. Paul; and the Stout Lines to Detroit and Cleveland. The combi nation air- rail routes are ideal for long trips. Chicago passengers connect with the Transcontinental Air Transport schedule by rail or plane at Kansas City, St. Louis or Indianapolis. This, as you know, is the Lindbergh, Penn sylvania Railroad, Fred Harvey, Santa Fe, and Heaven knows what else route, and makes New York to Los Angeles in forty-eight hours. Transcontinental is now laying plans to open another cross country route from New York to San Francisco, sim ilar to the present line to Los Angeles. Opening an air lane is a much more complicated business than would ap pear, since it isn't just a matter of sell ing tickets and hurling a plane into the air. Beacons, weather stations, air ports must be established all along the route, and at every stop facilities must be provided for the proper care of pas sengers and their comfortable transpor tation to metropolitan centers and hotels. When all this is set the trail blazing airplane — in the case of Trans continental it's usually piloted by Lindbergh — goes over the route care fully several times and then, whoopee! Another good route out of Chicago is by way of Western Air to Los Angeles, train to Kansas City and air from there to California in one day. Going east, Universal connects at Cleveland with the Southwestern Limited of New- York Central on the popular Chicago to New York run. These air-rail trips break up a journey very pleasantly, baggage sails serenely through on the train while owners sail carefree in the clouds. And you'll be surprised to find how comparatively cheap they are. He who wishes may go all the way from Chicago to the coast, either by- chartered plane or on the combination passenger-mail planes. The latter take only one or two passengers and one is never quite sure of getting all the way through, not because of accidents or anything like that, but the mail must go first, and if the plane takes on an extra load at any of its stops the pas senger is left behind. I have heard of few cases where this was done, how ever. The Boeing lines, which operate these passenger-mail planes, are prepar ing to open a straight passenger system over this same route very soon, and their long experience in this section of the country promises excellent travel Comes fall and winter, and the southern air lines begin to do a hand some business. FOR rushed trips from here to New York planes may be chartered at any time, but the regular passenger lines like to turn one over to the rail road for the last stretch. The eastern mountains are nasty with winds, storms and fogs and, though the air mail and good pilots make it every day, it isn't always "de luxe" travel. However there are rumors of a through lane to be opened in October for seasoned travelers who take the air for better and for worse. And that reminds me. The trans port companies report that many timid wives send their husbands by air while they follow on the ground, only about one-tenth the air passengers being women. And this in spite of the nifty cushioned cabins, the refreshments and teas, the chivalrous pilots, and the grand new ensembles for air travel that Stevens displayed at the airport re cently. Tut, tut, girls. 12 THE CHICAGOAN Suggested Civic Emprises Establish a Municipal Kindergarten for Koftfters THE CHICAGOAN 13 On Writing the Feature Story With Examples, Presumably by Masters of the Art By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN NEWSPAPER novels to the contrary, the city room of a big daily is quiet between editions. It basks in the true atmosphere of a newspaper office. An atmosphere something like that of a country store with sages at type writer desks rather than at. cracker barrels. Something, too, like the aura of an idle barber shop animated by a pair of visitors in to read the afternoon's latest and eight fellows enduring a couple of cheap card games. And a great deal resembling the lobby of a gentlemen's steam- heated hotel — rooms 25, 50 and 75 cents. There is the same ample leisure, the same ferment of assembled intellects. On this scene a telephone rings. Conversation is as fol lows : "This is Joe. Yeah. Gotta little story on a husband beating. Yeah. Name's Mable Phaltz and her husband is George Phaltz. Well, Mable said George said he couldn't take time to take Mable to Starved Rock for a picnic. She offered to go with a girl friend. I dunno the girl friend's name. George couldn't see it. They had a couple of drinks and Mable cleaned up on George. He's 35. She's 32. Live at 5343 East Van Buren. He's at the hospital for first aid treatment, not serious. The charge is dis orderly conduct. George's middle name is E. — E for Ed ward. And Hey, wait a minute! Mable says she's of good old American stock. That's all." The City News Bureau man picks up the same story. His dispatch is laconic, informative, correct — and one single stupendous sentence. It is: George E. Phaltz, 35 years old, of 5343 East Van Buren street is today (Saturday) under a physician's care at the Passavant Memorial Hospital after he had been struck by his wife, Mabel E. Phaltz, 32 years old, of the same address, following a quarrel which took place when Phaltz refused to permit his wife to attend a picnic at Starved Rock (correct) and after the couple are said to have been drink ing but his injuries are not serious and the altercation arose in a dispute over Americanism leading to a charge of dis orderly conduct. Here is the jewel deftly faceted by a quintet of old masters : [The Phaltz yarn garnishes the Blue Strea\ edition of "The Chicago Daily Hews.'"} Phaltz and Wife Start for State Park; And Now the Phaltzes Park on State If George E. Phaltz had certain faults Plus now and then a falter 'Twas Mabel Phaltz who brewed the malts Which caused her George to palter Until the Phaltz domestic waltz Was garbled o'er the table — Now George E. Phaltz takes doctor's salts; And the police took Mabel! —Hip Pocket Anthology. Indians atop Starved Rock unques tionably suffered a lack of vitamins, but whether or not they suffered a lack of the Indian beverage corresponding to the domestic product dutifully turned out by Mabel Phaltz and consumed jointly by herself and her spouse George E. Phaltz while the couple shouted over Mabel's proposed trip to the state park is not recorded in sober history. "Let us," said Judge Borelli, "begin at the beginning." "She was a fine figure of a woman, your honor," began Mr. Phaltz, "and she lived with her father who was a motorman on the Clark and Paulina run. I met her Pa at a euchre party over at the North Side Turnverein. He asked me out to his place near the car barns and there I met Mabel who had just won a contest naming her Miss Carbarns — " "Begin not so far toward the begin ning," directed the judge, "and suppose Mabel begins this time." "Personally," said Mabel, "I always use two cans of malt and one package of hops. But George's Uncle Emil uses an extra strong brand of hops and it must have been the extra hops which caused George to act as he did when he—" "I did not," said George. "He did," said Mabel. "Did what?" interposed His Honor. "He ran against a door," said Mabel. "Let us begin," said Judge Borelli, "once more at the beginning." At this point, Officer Michael J. O'Laughlin, being duly sworn, deposed and stated that he answered a call from neighbors who had ceased to be amused and became alarmed by the battle of the Phaltzes. In pursuance of his duties he called upon the contestants to disperse and go peacefully to their homes which happened to be at 5343 East Van Buren street. Both refused to disperse. Of ficer O'Laughlin also gave as his pro fessional opinion that the brew in ques tion was good in the first place. In fact it would have been good brew in any place. "May I interpose a philosophical premise?" — spoke His Honor, "it is that we should not wash the Phaltz dirty linen in public." "Neither," objected George Phaltz, "should she smudge the Phaltz left eye even in the sanctity of the home." "Smudging the eye," pondered His Honor, "is an old mannish custom. It is one with which we must deal fre quently in this court. And why was the eye smudged?" "Because," said Mrs. Phaltz, "he refused to allow me to go to Starved Rock. It made my patriotic blood boil to have him deter me from this pil grimage to a state shrine. When my blood boils, Your Honor, to think is to act. I acted." "How about the door?" said the judge. "I must have run into it, Your Honor," confessed George Phaltz. "By Jove, now that I think of it, I did run into it. I confess at first it looked a great deal like Mrs. Phaltz's right hand. But I will have the doors changed. I am a carpenter, Your Honor. And Ma bel's blood boils easily and often." "I am," said Mabel, "of good old American stock." "Pardon," said Judge Borelli, "that is out of my jurisdiction. I thought all the time you said sock!" [It is a Cause in "The Tribune."] ' Prohibition, Deep Waterway Bring Woes Deranged by home brew when she might have been mellowed and uplifted by a pre-Volstead beverage, yet even in her condition sensible of the immense beauty and historical significance of the Starved Rock country on the Lakes to Gulf waterway, Mrs. Mabel Phaltz, 32, of 5543 East Van Buren appeared be fore Judge Francis Borelli today charged with disorderly conduct. Her husband, George E. Phaltz, 35, dis played a black eye. Lake cities continuing in the envious opposition to Chicago, and despite a disastrous rise in lake levels during the 14 very diversion which they have called "ruinous," are maliciously responsible for the plight of the Phaltzes. Mrs. Phaltz, a keen student of the Midland Empire, has for some time feared that a further rise in lake levels will entirely submerge Starved Rock with its eleva tion of 125 feet directly on the navi gable Illinois River and roughly 100 miles from Chicago. She desired to visit the landmark sacred to the mem ory of intrepid French voyageurs and missionaries who left the desolate Canadian tundra for the glories of Chicagoland. The proud blood of Albania is tem pestuous in the veins of Mrs. Mabel Phaltz. When George E. Phaltz, 35, of 5343 East Van Buren, refused to sanction a proposed trip to Starved Rock State Park, Mabel Phaltz decided to go any way. But first she had words with Local officers of the Prohibition unit seemed unwilling to discuss the Phaltz case today and feigned an elaborate ignorance of the entire matter, refusing to admit that they had ever heard of Starved Rock. They indicated, how ever, that future gun-play at the whim of government bureaucrats might be modified in view of a new department ruling declaring a closed season on crip pled orphans and Civil War widows which remains to be seen. Mr. and Mrs. Phaltz were dismissed with a rebuke by Judge Francis Borelli. George. Words preceded by heady Al banian malt. Today George declared before Judge Francis Borelli that the hot blood of Albania is congested to form a dark ring around his left optic. Judge Borelli affected a reconciliation. "im CHICAGOAN [The inevitable rehash in the "tier-Ex"'] Relay The Phaltz Embroglio The Human Pace Bungling Britain Aeroplane Mothers MABEL PHALTZ, hefty Chicago lady, animated by poisonous home brew in her body, appeared before a court of justice charged with having struck her cowering husband, George E. Phaltz, in the right eye. Thirty seconds ago, as a super-being would count time on this little planet, English husbands were lawfully within their rights so long as they refrained from beating their wives with a stick no thicker than the husband's thumb. Fortunately, it is the woman's turn at brutality. She is generally weaker, less angry, less stupid. Reading the above incident one need not despair of the human race. The strength of Mabel Phaltz' right arm properly guided will be strong to rock a cradle. Abraham Lincoln's mother could have dealt a fearful buffet if Nancy Hanks were so foolish as to drink and brawl. Drinking and brawl ing were, before Prohibition, activities almost solely masculine. As it was, Nancy Hanks split rails, fought Indians, carried water from a pure woodland spring, and raised Abraham Lincoln. Great Britain, ever astute and nearly always able in things of the physical world, is concerned over Jewish-Mo hammedan warfare in old Palestine. With troops, guns, beef-fed Englishmen and aeroplanes, Britain may be relied upon to crush Arab tribesmen — this time. The Englishman is a splendid fighter in whatever cause. It was not the English, but the French — a people always discerning in spiritual things — who saved Europe from the Arab conqueror at Tours, the French under a Germanic king called Charles the Hammer. Remember that, Englishmen. Mothers by Aeroplane. Does the thought strike home? Great bombing planes, according to military gentlemen from a half-dozen war departments, can swoop over a defenseless country. When men are half civilized, say as civilized as the chimpanzee, aeroplanes will not swoop over defenseless coun tries carrying bombs. Instead, they will fly slowly, carrying poor mothers up to pure air for their health and the health of the race. This is more impor tant than military gentlemen. More im portant than killing. As always, a rich, powerful nation like the U. S. A. must be prepared. Remember that, Mrs. Mabel Phaltz. [And the chaste version by the now ascendant "The Daily Illustrated Times."] Beauty Crocks Beast MISS MAYBELLE PHALTZ of 5343 East Van Buren Street as she appeared in Judge Borelli's court yesterday, where she was arraigned after applying a right hook to her husband's eye in retort to his contention that she should not attend a picnic at Starved Rock. A Daily Illustrated Times staff photographer has caught the couple kissing and making up. From left to right, Mrs. Maybelle Phaltz, Judge Borelli, George E. Phaltz, the injured husband. "It was a hefty wallop," admitted Mr. Phaltz, "but what this country needs is women with a wallop. She is a great little woman, all right. I might even say all right hand." [Well, errors will happen in the rush with the Peach Edition of "The Evening American. J ALERT ALBANIAN AMAZON HUMBLES HULKING HUSBANn TUE CHICAGOAN 15 The Streets of the Town Clarh Street, Then and Now By DICK SMITH CLARK street, from the river south to Harrison, is true loop. I look north from my window and see the red antennae of the river bridge, thrust straight up to a murky sky. Whether the bridge bumped the Sandmaster or the Sandmaster bumped the bridge is still in dispute, but no matter. The incident is typical of Clark street, scene of many an epic encounter. Here is indeed a city street of va' riety. La Salle is a formal thorough fare, with its great banking houses and lofty towers from which pour endless bond salesmen. State street is distinctly foreign; most of its visitors are from out of town, here for a day to spend a week's wages. But Clark intersperses spires and Second-hand book shops, skyscrapers and orange huts. I think that old George Rogers Clark would have liked his street. True, he probably never saw a build ing over two stories high, but excite ment was his meat, and he and his hardboiled Kentuckians would surely have relished a stroll along the vivid, eventful street that bears his name. CLARK was one of the few road ways of the city in Chicago's first plat way back in 1830. The city limits then were from Kinzie south to Madison and from about State street west to Des Plaines. At Clark and Water, in 1833, blossomed Chicago's first paper, the weekly Chicago Demo crat, with one John Calhoun as editor and publisher. But only occasional glimpses of Clark street of a century ago appear. The first Sherman House, forerunner of the present home of conventions and big cattlemen from Missoula, was built at Clark and Randolph (the present site) soon after 1833. And again, our historical authority says: "On Clark street (1835) will be found a number of saloons, yclept groceries.,, Oh Clark street, running true to form! For today, lining your side walks, will be found saloons yclept drugstores, bookie shops yclept cigar stands, and any number of beaneries yclept "Tables for Ladies." One is tempted to take the wide- eyed out-of-towner and board a Clark- Howard street car up to 2200 or so north where the Valentine Day mur ders occurred. But such attractions arc a bit far afield, and so let's start at Harrison and proceed north on foot. I HAVE an especial fondness for Clark street south of Van Buren — that long, amusing block from the "L" down to the old Harrison Hotel, which is being demolished right this minute, but where the Carter Harrisons, father and son, who almost secured a mo nopoly on the mayorality, lived for many years. Just north of it, across the street, we reach the home of a mil lion maps, fascinating Rand-McNally's with windows full of colored plates of the places I want to go. In the block, in delightful juxtaposi tion, are the Elk Hotel (for men only, 10-20-30), a Come-to- Jesus mission, the White Coffee Pot, the temporary headquarters of the Board of Trade, 16 Aronson's three-ball palace, a prosper ous and bloody wholesale butcher shop, and the last of Chinatown. Alas, yes, there is only one store left in Little Chinatown. Because the Hip Sings have now definitely left the block and moved down to our principal Chinatown at 22nd and Wentworth. There used to be a number of their establishments in the Van Buren-Har- rison block, with their wholesaling of tea and other more sinister staples (and God knows what in the basements) . It was formerly considered just a little safer for the Hip Sings to stay near the loop as long as those eternally obnox ious sons of the devil, the On Leongs, were at 22nd street. But peace has come, and there is now only one China- • town. ON THE corner of Van Buren, where the "L" drips dust and such peanuts as the pigeons miss, there is a drug store that does marvelous things with goat gland tonics and wax cadavers. Then comes the Atlantic Ho tel. The Illinois-Continental bank — if it has not consolidated with some other financial institution while this is going through proof— and the imposing Bankers' building rear skyward in the next two blocks, making the street gen uinely metropolitan; but all along be tween Triangle restaurants, with their buxom waitresses and verbal fireworks describing the menu, orange huts, hardware shops and small haberdash eries are to be found. At Samuel In sulin block, just north of Adams, we pause and fight our way to the win dow, because there is sure to be either a plump girl in hip length black silk stockings doing a mechanical Little Egypt in a vibrator, or a young lady picking up silver dollars with a vacuum sweeper. That black and stupendous pile, the Federal building, looms all along Clark at Adams to Jackson. A plate on the side informs the passerby that here, some 77 years or so ago, was erected the first Jewish house of worship in Chicago. The synagogue is gone, but inside the present building take place deeds more miraculous than those men tioned in the Old Testament. Here millions of letters and packages a day come and go, and some never do show up again; here the well-heeled citizenry dash in on March 15 to cross Mrs. Blacklidge's palm with checks. Here, too, Al Capone actually had to wait until 2 p. m. (from 1:30) to see the Federal men, before he went to slow Philadelphia. From the sides of the Federal building wild trucks, loaded with mail dash from caverns, endan gering the luckless pedestrian who is making up time lost waiting for the green light. Touring north, past 10 cent movie palaces and more beaneries, we come at last to Madison and Harry Moir's tall tower. An orange hut has even bitten into the corner of the Morrison. Do you remember, just two years ago, when the flagpole sitter spent the never- to-be-forgotten fortnight on the top of the Morrison, 400 feet above the pave ment, and all field glasses were at a premium? NORTH again and presently here is Dr. Thompson's spire — a lovely thing at night, and as tall as Harry's tower. Concrete proof, affirms Ted Keniston, cynic, that the Metho dists strive ever to be nearer Heaven than any other sect. In the shadow of this stately and far-reaching spire, squat and ugly de spite its front of palm, is government: the City Hall! It is 2 p. m. Suppose we enter this milling, rustling, trampling wild ani mal house. Perhaps no more motley crowd in all the world assembles under one roof than the 2 p. m. crowd at the City Hall and County building. Youngsters and oldsters seeking mar riage licenses — somehow you can al ways spot them; tough eggs, seeking political favors; those seeking divorce and those seeking redress; lawyers' clerks, with mandamuses and writs, rushing in to ask continuances; and the eternal army of bailiffs, lawyers, big and little, puffy little judges; paunchy boys whose cars parked outside bear courtesy stars— all hurrying into City Hall. Just north, across Randolph street, is the unofficial City Hall. It is the Hotel Sherman. Look close now, and your diligence may possibly be rewarded. Sure enough, it is our Mayor, despite his continued absence from the news papers. Our Mayor, in sombrero, slip ping from his low-slung car to mount far upstairs. Thus Clark street offers glimpses of the Great. ACROSS the street, this red brick, i colorful old building is the Ash land block. It has been aptly called the imCUICAGOAN nerve center of the city, for here con gregate the wires of information, and at times misinformation. It is the long time home of the A. P. and the City News Bureau. Frankie and Johnny have ceased lov ing in our pure town, but while they were at it, they were on Clark street. And Follow Through has been drawing them in on Clark street. Clark street theatres are consistent, run true to type. At last that broad concourse — Wacker drive. Now Clark opens up to give a broad and splendid vista of the towers to the east. And who shall re member, less than a decade ago, when Wacker drive was only South Water street, and at Clark reeked to Heavea of its congestion and confusion? Here it was that the stockyards zephyrs took second place to a combination of over due bananas, extra ripe Long Island tomatoes, fully developed onions and the Babe Ruths of the garlic world. North of the river, and especially from Grand avenue to Division street, Clark is part and parcel of Little Bo hemia. And these things interested the denizens of North Clark one bright Sunday afternoon when I strolled its. sidewalks : The OK Insect Powder display, in cluding a dog who had and a dog who hadn't. Washington Square, grand freedom of speech area where rival soapboxers expound their theories oa (continued on page 22) THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Dog AT Schiller Street the Drive is gran- ^diose with tall apartments aligned north from the Potter Palmer mansion to suggest a kind of architectural al legory of the Town's growth. At Schiller Street doormen appear, and chauffeurs, and taxi drivers, and browned young men in knickers, and slim girls in sun tan, and imposing matrons alarmingly corseted — all peo ple of the true Gold Coast. And at Schiller Street, also, appeared a lost puppy. The dog was no Gold Coast pup; Gold Coast animals come on leashes and are immensely confident and com posed. He was of indeterminate breed, the kind of animal hopefully called a bird dog as a handy verbal solution of ancestral mysteries. But he was for lorn and friendly, an intriguing waif with intelligent ears and preposterous feet. He was obviously tired from wandering on concrete, always a cruel path for a dog. He was hungry and looked it. He was dirty and scratched absentmindedly as a dog too well used to scratching. He limped, very likely from an automobile bump. And he whined to every passerby who noticed him. A little cluster of spectators offered sympathy and comment. A young man averred that the pup was no valuable animal. This remark drew an un friendly silence. A matron sighed in pity and, like another odious Pharisee, passed by on the other side. Two chauffeurs discovered that the dog was a very intelligent dog by feeling the bumps on his head. A starchy old gentleman announced that the city was no place to keep a beast. A little girl was prevented, only after tears, from adopting the stray. Someone suggested the city pound, and the suggestion was properly received in horror. It was a big taxi driver who achieved the handsome gesture. He leaned from his cab and gathered the puppy in. "Anyway," he mused, "anyway I'm due to catch it from the Mrs." Club CHECKERS, being a high science, is best played in absolute silence, a silence beyond that attainable in the ordinary social club. Moreover, mas ters of the game are altogether at ease in a sympathetic mileu. Checker players of the Town have, in consequence, organized the world's largest checker club, with quarters at 107 West Van Buren, where, despite the roar of the "L," they meet for tournaments, and daily matches are always in progress. The club roster displays 120 names. Mr. Carl M. White of 25 South Dear born Street is president. Mr. W. R. Thomis of the Trainon Drug Store is secretary. Basil Case, formerly of Battle Creek, Michigan, is the wonder and delight of local checker men, for he is city and state champion, as well as a runner-up in the American Cham pionship Matches just finished at Ce dar Point, Ohio. Mr. Case is a bare 20 years old. A glance at the national checker situation confirms Chicago's command ing position in the sport. Los Angeles boasts the second largest club in the Americas. St. Petersburg, Florida, is third. New York (The Brooklyn Checker Club) is fourth. There arc famous organizations, too, at Des Moines, Iowa, Buffalo, N. Y., and Salt Lake City, Utah. True, Willie Ryan, described as America's greatest checker player, au thor of the checker book It's Tour Move, Permanent Holder of the Dan Morris Dia mond Medal for Mas ter Players and a blindfold and simulta neous exhibition giver of national repute, owes allegiance to the fourth largest club. The Town, nevertheless, looks to the future. The World's Fair, if nothing goes amiss, will offer the most stupend ous checker tourney ever heard of, a contest for $20,000 in prizes. Hugh Egan, Australian Champion from Mel bourne, and Young Sam Cohen of London will pit skill and science against American masters. Glory OPPOSITE the Chicago Yacht Club is a bronze doughboy erect ed by the grateful Kiwanis in recog nition of high courage in the late war. The soldier stands on a mound, eter nally hemmed in by barbed-wire, his right arm high over his head, poised to hurl a grenade into the stream of cars crowding the drive. But the barbed-wire is choked with grass and Cracker- Jack boxes; a Me morial Day wreath rots at his feet. And a spider web binds his hand to his helmet, his bronze sleeve to his cheek. Avenue IT was in Woolworth's on Michigan Avenue. A woman, examining the display of ash trays, lifted up a cream-col ored turtle and turned it over in her hand to seek flaws. She ran a critical fin ger along its edges, then put it back on the counter. Another turtle, rose-colored, was submitted to this same investigation and found wanting. Next, a green one. This slipped out of her hand and crashed. s->s Apprehensively the // t shopperlooked ^££jgygL^J around her, both 18 TWE CHICAGOAN hands fumbling in quest of a dime. All clerks were busy. No one appeared to have noticed the catastrophe. The manager walked on the broken glass as if over a smooth aisle. Seizing a turtle at random, the woman handed it to a clerk. 'They make lovely bridge prizes," she said. Cuisine FIVE years ago, financial troubles growing too complicated, Madame Delaloye started the Bon Vivant res taurant. It has stood on the corner of 43 rd and Lake Park for that time, gradually gaining recognition as an eat ing place on the south side. There has been no advertising except the cuis ine, a salad dressing and a sign with the American and French flags painted in the window, but Madame reveals in broken English that there will be an other restaurant on the south side be fore long. Operating in one of the old houses on Lake Park, the cafe has something of the Latin Quarter atmosphere. There are large watercolor pictures on the walls, and a sign advertising her own special brand of salad dressing over the fireplace. There is a Swedish waitress, slow and methodical, a French chef in the kitchen, who is audacious in his art. One is first served with ice and "Oh yes indeed, our apartments are famous for their sunsets' butter; the waitress does not pour wa ter. The first course, a soup, is served from a large tureen into the plate. The second course, of fish, is one of choice. Lobster, spaghetti, and soft shelled crab offer variety. The third course is a choice, beef, duck, fried chicken, roasting ears, boiled potatoes, lettuce with the special tart dressing. And followed by a pastry or cheese and crackers and demi-tasse. There is no headwaiter, the proprie- toress shows each guest into the dining room. Madame Delaloye does not sponsor a conscious atmosphere. Stamps THOSE of us who sometimes com plain that if our air-mail letters are slightly over-weight we must pay double postage may find solace in the speculation of Edward Aarnow, a pro fessional stamp and coin collector, with an establishment on Wilson Avenue, who dispatched on the Graf Zeppelin, for its round-the-world flight, 200 let ters, all of them addressed to himself in Chicago. They will be delivered after the completion of the flight. The postage for these letters was almost $700, as compared to $40, which would be the usual rate for such a route. However, there is method in Aarnow's madness. A flight successful increases the value of his letters many fold. In a similar experiment, on the Graf's ini tial flight, a gross profit of $400 was realized from the sale of cancelled let ters to those philatelically inclined. Inheritance MR. B., upon the demise of his nearest friend, was willed 700 bottles of fine old liquors which had been his friend's property. However, Mr. B. was in Europe when all this happened. On receipt of the information re garding his new property, he cabled his attorney to engage a private detec tive agency to guard his precious in heritance. This was done. But so zealous were the guardians in their protective duties that Mr. B.'s attorney found only 400 bottles in the cellar when he made a tour of inspection. In fury he discharged the detectives and secured others whom he considered more reliable. So honest were these others that another 200 bottles disap peared. Fearing his client's wrath if nothing at all should remain, the law yer ordered the last 100 jewels trans- THE CHICAGOAN 19 In 5fl§4- *1 *» «**«-. If * "Mother? Oh Mother's gone — she was eaten up by mosquitoes" ported to a warehouse. While they were enroute to safety, in the owner's private car, suspicious officers inspected and seized the car and contents. Neither can be recovered, because a transportation permit had not been is sued. Nor can the attorney recover his client. Magellan A RECENT afternoon we visited the Open Shelves of the Chicago Public Library in search of something or other. No mystery story could be found among the Seven-Day Books, though realism stalked us on all sides, eight crowded shelves of realism with not even a Fish Preferred to relieve the tension, much less The Blac\ Camel. Four women in succession picked up The Wave, pawed through its six hundred odd pages, and set it down again with an apologetic glance at their neighbors, saying inaudibly, "My dear, don't you think six hundred pages in seven days are too much to expect of anyone? And the Print! Really, I've read so many reviews. I don't think it necessary." Following a thread-bare little man to the Travel Section, we prowled back and forth beside him until he pounced on After You Magellan and hurried to the desk with it. Of the three librari ans he chose the young lady who goes in for decorative pansies in a green glazed bowl. While she charged his book, his spirit flamed to adventure. He touched a pansy with a cautious finger Yes, they were real. Gallant THE matter of gallantry in the twentieth century is very complex and not a little subtle. Time was when gentlemen treated ladies with elaborate courtesy and made them like it. With the advent of equal suffrage, an anti- gallantry movement was inaugurated based on the assumption that woman had traded her birthright to a seat on the street car for the mess that can be made out of marking an x on the spot where she wanted her candidate to stand. In recent years, manners have swung between old and new extremes. Although not extensively practiced, a laissez-faire attitude toward women has many supporters. Especially among women. One Chicago feminist in particular is about to launch a campaign for the rights of women to drive their own automobiles at night. The necessity for her emancipation proclamation came to a crisis recently when she was visiting her husband in a hospital. A kind friend appeared, announcing his un alterable intention of giving her the benefit of his protection on her home ward trip. Since the means of loco motion was to be the lady's own automobile, since she knew how to drive and the gallant gentleman did not, since he was armed with no weapon half as terrifying as the pierc ing voice with which she could scream 20 THE CHICAGOAN "Now look here, young man — am I buying these stockings or are you" for help, and since she could probably run faster than her escort, she did not manifest a high estimate of his pro tecting ability. His worth as an en tertaining companion was quite differ ent. On that score she accepted his presence with gratitude. As it turned out, however, the occa sion demanded a strong back rather than a nimble wit. When the lady approached her car she saw that one tire was flat. Now the gentleman had never in his life changed a tire and the lady was disinclined to undertake his tutelage after nine o'clock on a rainy night. The obvious thing to do was to call the Motor Club for help. This she did. But the Chicago Motor Club has its own code of gallantry. It will change a tire for a woman or a group of women yea, to the third and fourth powers, but not for an able- bodied man. The service man came, saw the gentleman escort, and nothing could conquer his determination to de part without rendering first aid. Three- quarters of an hour later — it was a rainy night, remember — the gentleman induced a reluctant cab driver to make the tire change. Since then the lady has driven home each night sans gal lant gentlemen, with no protection, so to speak, whatever. Golf MANY ministers, representing various churches, have for manv years deplored golf's taking their flock away from summer services. Golfers, notwithstanding, continue to be seen on their courses of a Sunday, and not un der church spires. An ingenious minister on the South Side has utilized a small playground at the back of his church, making out of it six practice putting greens. Many use it after church, and we are told that church attendance is on the in crease. It has no nineteenth hole. Smoke ELEVATOR operators in Loop buildings who like more than an occasional smoke find themselves con fronted with a major vexation. If they light a cigarette or cigar while on duty they are permitted no more than a puff or two before their duties intervene. One man in a Michigan Avenue sky scraper has solved the problem. About to start down from the Twenty-first Floor at the ring of the signal bell, he snatches a drag on his quite-all-right cigar. On the way down he stops below the level of the top floor, his head just even with the lower edge of the door. As his passengers wait, he takes a long puff from his cigar and deposits it in a little holder he has rigged up at the edge of the shaft. Robot A CHILDHOOD pastime, and still, we confess, a matter of occasional indulgence is the hurdy-gurdy. The mechanical pianos and organs, usually in the care and keeping of some native of Italy, were frequently out of tune (the pianos, not the natives of Italy) and always several years late in the popularity of their musical numbers. However, all of this added to their charm. We willingly gave up our pennies to their support; we stand will ing to donate quarters now. We were shocked the other day when on the south side we saw a hurdy-gurdy, much the same as the ones we used to see, and in the charge of a like-appearing Italian. However, instead of rasping and unmelodious music, it sent forth the latest dance tunes, carefully played as by a fine orchestra. Our wonder was excited. We investigated and found the 1929 model of this revered instrument equipped with a modern portable radio and a small orthophonic phonograph Give us the old days. We hope that no self-respecting monkey will ever as sociate himself with such a modern contraption. The rogue proprietor turned a false crank to grind out his dummy serenade. Pension ^\N Clark Street, in the vicinity of ^¦^ York Place, is a one-story shop, where — according to the swinging sign above the door — harnesses and trunks are sold. The windows display brief cases, week-end bags, wardrobe trunks, and studded dog collars. Wont to as sociate not only harnesses but a roan plaster horse with a harness shop, we looked in vain for either. Crossing the street, we took a last look at the build ing and found the traditional horse. He had been pensioned to the roof, where he stood a foot back from the parapet, looking serenely down upon the cars frantic to and from the Loop. FHE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ McCarthy Batting for Merlin HEN George Stallings used some still unknown kind of liniment, and caused the lame, halt and last place Boston Braves of mid summer, 1914, to break into a gallop that carried them ultimately into a World's Series and the first four straight victories in that classic's his tory, baseball had its first Miracle Man. When it was discovered that the New York Giants were winning pen nants with John J. McGraw sitting in the dugout signalling for every pitch, every play at bat or in the field, base ball had its first Master Mind. I would like to present, at this time, baseball's first Magician, Joseph Vin cent McCarthy, of the Cubs. Now I don't refer, especially, to his keeping a 1927 or a 1928 team in the race with an infield that wasn't much, if any, above Class AA grade; nor do I refer to his feat of making a runaway race of the 1929 race with pitchers that wobbled and catchers that creaked. Even a journeyman Magician with a paid up dues card would shy at that assignment. McCarthy is one of those Magicians who prepares omelettes in silk hats, and has parking space enough left in the hat to produce a couple of rabbits, or the hen that made the omelette pos sible. THIS magical turn of the most fa mous of all the McCarthys of Buffalo has been a closely guarded se cret, but like all secrets it was bound to come out, sooner or later. As it is, I have been treasuring McCarthy's confession, that he was a bum magi cian, ever since last spring when the Cubs were in Los Angeles trying to get away from the climate. MCCARTHY'S best trick, accord ing to his confession, has to do with a piece of string and a ring. I would explain it in detail, but the So ciety of American Magicians is very fussy about revelations of this sort, and ever since a guest at Iowa's leading jail-house wrote in to take exception to a story I wrote about the people of Los Angeles, I have come to the conclu sion that one never knows who might read one's printed ideas. By Warren Brown Joseph Vincent McCarthy It happened that, at the time the Cubs were in Los Angeles, the Uni versity of California baseball team visited there to play a series with one of the local nines. I could say that it was the University of Southern Cali fornia, but that place gets enough pub licity as it is. The coach of the California team is Carl Zamloch, and after he dealt Harry Hochstadter, an itinerant baseball writer and bridge player of the Muscle School, the six high spades, and no hearts, retaining the seven small hearts and six high hearts for himself, there was some demand to know who the guy was. Especially when Hochstadter bid four spades, doubled and redou bled, and failed to win even with the odd trick. "That fellow," I explained to Mc Carthy, "is a magician, the seventh son of a magician, Zamloch the Great, who used to tour the provinces when Hermann and some of those hocus po- cusers were in the eye-popping busi ness." "I wonder if he knows how co do that trick with the string and the ring?" mused McCarthy. Zamloch did. He also knew how to do about 1001 cards tricks that were not then — but which are now — in cluded in the McCarthy repertoire. "'V/'OU can't play third base, can I you?" asked McCarthy, whose magic had failed for three years to pro duce one of those artisans.. Zamloch who has, in his time, pitched a little for the Detroit Tigers, and a lot for Pacific Coast League teams, regretted that he couldn't play third base. But not, apparently, as much as did McCarthy. The bridge game, and the subsequent exhibition of card manipulation, while Charley Grimm and some more of the Cubs were reviving Hochstadter, took place in the morning, and there was still some of it left when Zamloch pro posed a visit to an establishment in Los Angeles that furnishes a good portion of the equipment for most of the active members of the Society of American Magicians. It happened that the head man wasn't in when the party, which also included Grimm, arrived. A young lady was in, but confessed inability to demonstrate some of the apparatus that Zamloch wanted shown. While they were deciding this, Mc Carthy was behind the counter, giving a private exhibition for Grimm, whose magical moments arrive only when he has a banjo or a first base glove in hand. There was that matter of three bells, which are shuffled around, and the wit nesses are required to pick out the one which tinkles. Never mind what the catch to that one is. Suffice it to say that Grimm spent the better part of a half hour guessing, and nothing but strikes were called on him. "What I won't do to those guys around Buffalo with this," chuckled McCarthy. "Hell," said Grimm, "why wait till you get to Buffalo? Ain't I going to be with you until October?" MCCARTHY, the Magician, would probably be in that shop yet if a busy-body in the party didn't sug gest, about a half hour before game time, that there was to be a ball game with the Detroit Tigers that afternoon, and he would catch hell from his man aging editor if he didn't write a story about it. For his presence of mind, the busy body was given custody of something less than $100 worth of apparatus that McCarthy purchased for the further 22 THE CHICAGOAN "Must be a dancer, don't you think?" mystification of the guys in Buffalo. "But don't tell anybody on the club about this," he asked. "This is all win ter stuff.'" And McCarthy, the Magician, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to deceive the Tigers. HILE McCarthy's magic has been evidenced in the antics of his Cubs ever since he took charge of the ball club, his own climb to fame has been over a long and perhaps tire some trail. Never a big league player himself, McCarthy has come to be regarded as one of the shrewdest managers ever to appear in the major leagues. His ball playing — for McCarthy was a second baseman, in his playing days — never brought him above the Class AA's, un less one cares to regard as a step higher a short session with the Brooklyn Fed eral League club, in 1915, just before the famous "baseball war" blew up. McCarthy scores one more for col lege trained men. He still stands when the anthem of dear old Niagara College is played, providing there is to be found anyone who knows the anthem of dear old Niagara College sufficiently to play it. Charley Grimm, the court jester of the McCarthy menage, hasn't mastered it on the banjo. McCarthy the magician was a col legian around 1905 and drifted into his first professional engagement with Franklin, Pa., in the Interstate League. It will take more of a magician than McCarthy to find the rating of that league now. Subsequently he appeared with Toledo and Indianapolis, in the American Association, and in the Fall of 1913 became a manager for the first time. This was at Wilkesbarre. AFTER that, Buffalo claimed his L services for a while, and from Buf falo he hopped to the Federal League, going thence to Louisville, where he soon began to make his presence felt as a manager. It was from Louisville that Mc Carthy came when the Cubs were seek ing a manager, and this square jawed Irishman, professing no working knowl edge whatever of the big leagues and their ways, in four years nicked his way onto the list of managers that have been very particular about their com pany. Today he stands on an equal footing with John McGraw, Connie Mack, and the late Frank Chance, the Peerless Leader. Not a small jump, that one, from minor league obscurity to major league championship. But this man, whose 41 years have been crowded with fights and fighting, as he battled his way to the head of baseball's procession, had the magic. The man McCarthy is not a lime light seeker. After the ball games he is seldom in evidence. He owes his success, I am told, to the splendid cook ing of Mrs. McCarthy. But, then, Mrs. McCarthy ought to be able to cook, when her old man can make an omelette in a silk hat. Competition is the life of domestic trade too, I sup pose. Clark A Street of the Town (continued from page 16) religion, labor, social justice and the zodiac, while more practical boys with quick action cameras pick up quarters (take 'em, wash 'em and print 'em, all in five minutes) . The dismal polyclinic, so well advertised in our leading jour nals. The imposing headquarters of the housemen's, butlers' and maids' union. And nigh a score of pawn shops. There are seven of these last in one THE CHICAGOAN 2:, nrhe Slk G E A New Word for the Dictionaries By CHARLES COLLINS block and only one has caught the modern note; it has been named "Re sale Diamond Store." The others are still Uncle Max's Place, Loan Bank, etc. For some sinister reason, in the next block four Funeral Homes — called undertaking parlors — offer attractive rates. Ah, well, sings North Clark street, here today and in Mount Carmel to morrow. BUT Clark street in the gay nineties (concluding as we began, with a bit of unrecorded history) was differ ent. It was Chicago's most glittering thoroughfare — enticing, entrancing. It was the home, if any, of the gambling fraternity and of those sisters who helped them spend their takings. From the Revere House at Clark and Aus tin (still in business — did you know it?) to Polk street, the merry concourse ran, and at that southerly end flour ished the stately and pretentious abodes of sin. Gambler's Alley, the little cowpath running west from Clark between Madison and Washington, was known to Grandpa and Father. There was also Bathhouse John's Workingmen's Exchange, where you could trade in an old battered nickel and get the biggest stein in town. Hinky Dink was much in evidence in those days, helping the Bath run the ward, for these worthies were both aldermen then. Now Cough - lin runs it alone. If there were "broken lives and hearts on Clark street" then, there were also cheer, steaming food and liquor galore, and not too high. There was color and movement, and if there was robbery and combat, it was not dramatized by the daily newspapers. But suddenly Civic Virtue came like a cloud over Chicago and Clark street, deflating first, has never been quite the same. Still the flavor lingers. And just re cently one our city's most famous re formers — he has been fighting vice in all its forms these fifty years — writes me: "In the early nineties my organisa tion and the Anti-Saloon League sought to rent modest space in a build ing at Clark and Monroe. The man agement of the building wouldn't rent to us. It seems that there was a saloon in the basement and the proprietor ob jected to us lowering the tone of the building." THE KIBITZER, at the Woods, is Entry Number 2 in the new theatrical season. Follow Through has already been given ticket Number 1. After these two August arrivals, both of them hits, comes Labor Day and the deluge. The Yiddish verb, "to kibitz," has been generously explained by press agents in advance of this opening, and no doubt by this time Professor Wil liam A. Craigie, at the University of Chicago, has it card-indexed and de fined for incorporation into his new dictionary of the American language. The quality of kibitzing is not strained; it is a universal trait and has already added numerous picturesque words to our argot. Buttinsky, wisenheimer, smart aleck, fresh guy, side-line wise- cracker — these are all kibitzers. Never theless, there is a special race-mark on George Sidney, who kibitzes rcvcalingly in the play dedicated to the helpful, if anti-social, urge which grips hard on all kibitzers whether the habit is congenital or acquired. Sec Dr. Collins' remarks above. 24 THE CHICAGOAN 1260 N. DEARBORN PKWY. AT GOETHE . . PARK . . DEARBORN APARTMENT HOTEL A Qreat New Building In A Marvelous "Close'ln" Location! LESS than 10 minutes from the loop ... 3 blocks south of Lin coln Park. lYz, 1\%, 3 rooms and larger, completely furnished, full ho tel service. Color and life in every apartment. Brocatelles, fine tapestries, damasks and friezes. Down-cushioned sofas and chairs. Bedroom furniture of fine mahogany in Colonial design. Box springs. Inner coil spring mat tresses. 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George Sidney, well remembered from the long-past days of Welcome, Stranger, has come back from the movies, looking more like BaliefF of the Chauve-Souris than ever, to play the title role in this frolic through the Yid dish vocabulary. He is ideal for the part and the character. A kibitzer must have an amiable streak in his personal ity if he is to escape being a pestilent nagger; and this man Sidney is as in gratiating and human as Babe Ruth on a visit to an orphan asylum. If he had white whiskers, he would be promptly accepted by any cynic as verification of the myth of Santa Klaus. Moreover, he can act. He has the softest, slyest and jolliest style of any of the Jewish comedians; and he never gives the im pression that next year he wants to appear as Shylock. THE play itself is a great lark. It is frankly and naturally Yiddish, in the terms of a small tobacco shop on Amsterdam Avenue, New York, without any of the attitude and senti mentalities of race-consciousness. I have an idea that it may be the best of the many popular comedies of Jew ish atmosphere that have been staged in the past decade or two. By its full- length portrait of an assiduous and in veterate kibitzer, it adds a new charac ter to the drama. It is, in addition, a stock market play of decided merit. When I re member the typical stock-market drama of the past — a bow-wow, moralizing melodrama written by someone who didn't know the difference between a bucket'shop and a Federal Reserve Bank — I feel like pinning a blue-ribbon on The Kibitzer. It would appear that the great bull market has educated the playwrights. The LaSalle Street boys will get many a laugh out of the fren-. zied finance of this comedy; and I doubt if they will find anything tech nically wrong with the picture. How the humble cigar-merchant rose from his pinochle game to the control of a commitment of 10,000 shares of American Steel (opening at 152) is a part of the kibitzing plot. Believe it or not; you will enjoy it just the same. The scene in which the great Wall Street man asks Isaac Lazarus to choose his reward for saving his life — a fat check in four figures or a half -interest in his margin account on American Steel — is comic stuff of the first order. Moliere himself would have pro nounced it pure gold. The kibitzer at the stock market ticker he has installed in his shop and the furor which ensues when Ameri can Steel begins to point upward — all this is extravaganza to be relished by anyone who likes his plays fast and frantic with fun. And the snapper that finishes the plot, after the kibitzer, having failed to collect his paper profits, is in the depths of a gambler's despair — this is too good to be told. It is the cleverest trick of many a play, and it is technically above reproach. Old Papa Sardou would have envied this stroke of invention. There are tribes of type actors in the cast, but Mr. Sidney is almost the whole show. Ann Teeman is pleasant ly in evidence as the Kibitzer's daugh ter, and Eugene Powers is excellent as the millionaire with a sense of humor who puts the gabby, pudgy Yid into Wall Street for his crowded hour of big business. Magic Memories SO Diaghileff is dead! The interna tionalists of the theater mourned at this dispatch from Venice. He was the THE CHICAGOAN 25 greatest impresario of the ballet this generation has known. He was the man who fascinated the world with the art of Russian dancing; who gave Paris, London, New York and Chicago the enchantments of L'Oiseau de Feu, Petrouch\a, Prince Igor, and all the rest of that gorgeous repertory. The two or three engagements of the Russian ballet as presented by Diaghileff at the Auditorium, some ten or fifteen years ago, were among the most stirring theatrical events this city has known. Wherever those Russians went, the Russian ballet became a mania. They started a vogue which has not yet subsided. The Russian ballet was an imperial art, fostered by the nobility of the czarist regime; and when the Soviets uprooted the social structure of their country, it began to wither and decline. The Russians are still spirited dancers, gifted in the vigorous contortions of the kasotzsky; but the Russian ballet that Diaghileff brought from Petrograd is merely a magic memory. c Discovery HICAGO has a Civic Theater! And it is not the Goodman. That title is carved upon the north wall of the new Opera building. Look and see. "Civic Opera" at Madison Street. "Civic Theater" at Washing ton Street. Mr. Insull has nothing to say on the subject, but the fact re mains that this impressive structure con tains a small playhouse as well as a spacious auditorium for music-drama. Les Dilettantes Delightful, so, to linger In the ladies' lounge! Indeed, one feels the dilettante! 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WEAVER AT the close of an exhaustive tele phonic investigation pursued to triumphant victory over innumerable wrong numbers and equally informa tive public servants, I report failure to unearth so many as one good reason why this great municipality should not appropriate $7,000 (a mere half-dozen lamp posts) for the installation of sound-reproducing apparatus in the in spection chamber of the Board of Mo tion-Picture Censors. Wherefore I now take up cudgels and gallop to the relief of those luckless ladies and gen tlemen who see but do not hear our talking-pictures before we do. To horse: Brandishing Cudgel No. 1, in the left hand, I ask each Alderman who opposes this appropriation to spend one working-day (not his own, but a Civil Service censor's) with one eye trained upon a printed page of dialogue whilst the other misses nary a heave of Ruth Chatterton's eloquent bosom. And to pronounce, then, upon the degree of moral turpitude exhibition of Madame X can be guaranteed to induce in (a) a minor, (b) an adult, and (c) both. Cudgel No. 2, in the right hand : Do you, or do you not, believe that half a Censor Board is better than none? Both Cudgels: Where were you, and what were you doing, on the night of August 22 at 11:45? Then listen: THE job of censoring talking-pic tures is a difficult one. The cen sor qualified to predetermine the effect of a given filmplay upon three million potential observers must have lis wits about him. No ridiculous $7,000 economy can outweigh in your irre proachable scale the importance of knowing that the moral fibre of your constituency, the backbone of your bal lot box, is in safe custody of censors intellectually superior to their flock and physically unhampered in exercise of that intellect. Shame upon you. To save a trifling $7,000 at what a cost. To maim the guard in this decade of decadence, to scuttle the dikes at this flood-tide of Freud and free living, to subject our spotless citizenry reared in innocence of worldly evil to the devastating blasts of Eugene O'Neill, Willard Mack and Sir James Barrie, that must be folly degrading uncensored New York, Lit tle Rock and Three Rivers, Wis. No, this is no time for piffling par simony. It is, if anything, a time for an appropriation really proportionate to the cause. A time not only for proper equipment of the censorship headquarters but a time, too, for proper equipment of the censors. To the end that each and every member of this harassed body shall be, and known to be, equal to the tremendous — I almost said impossible — task of tempering to our meager intelligence the shrieking symphony of sin that is a six-dollar stageplay at seventy-five cents admis sion (half a buck before six o'clock). IT is plainly impossible to properly equip a motion-picture censor for his duties without financing him through at least four years spread over Oxford, Leipsic and the Sorbonne, an item of possibly $20,000 per censor. Nor can a lady or gentleman lacking a year or more at Vienna Conservatory be confidently expected to detect and eliminate the indubitably lascivious in fluence cunningly smuggled into lat ter-day cinema via the music score. Another twelvemonth devoted to lei surely investigation of the Continent, studying German and French produc tion at the source, with at least a peep into the no doubt propaganda-ridden Soviet studios, would bring the cen sorial culture to a grand total of $30,000, a cost absurdly low at $.01 per citizen per censor. But return of the censor to his desk with only this sketchy background is not the end of the job. How long could he, still a human being, with stand daily subjection to the withering flame of Greta Garbo, Romeo and Juliet (Doug and Mary are giving that terrible Shakespeare person a hearing shortly) and the news reels? No, the censorial intellect must be maintained in the manner to which it has been accustomed; a reasonably complete library can be had at $50,000, current works might be obtained gratis through some sort of trade arrangement with THE CHICAGOAN 27 Mae Tinee and Fanny Butcher, and Mme. Couthoui will reserve blocks of seats for all stage premieres at a slight advance over box-office prices. The daily papers, of course, are inescapable, but your now properly equipped cen sor will be found to have lost much of his taste for them. Which last brings us down to the nub of the whole matter and the real reason why you boys ought to dash out and buy that sound-reproducing apparatus without further quibbling. For, plainly as plain, the motion-pic ture censor whose intellect has been polished, burnished and landscaped at this ridiculously low figure will look at, and of course listen to, motion-pictures intelligently. He will see them, not as an over-worked and erudition-conscious subaltern of the police department, but as an aware, informed, adult Chicagoan sees them. He will see them as you see them, for just what they are, and of course he will see that there is not now and never has been the slightest reason for censoring them at all. Go on — buy 'em the phonograph. "Honky Tonk" IT'S a good thing for Mons. Al Job son, if it is indeed a good thing, that he got The Singing Fool across before Mme. Sophie Tucker loosed her Hon\y Ton\ upon the cock-eared world. Because Mme. Tucker's pro duction is no less tuneful, gaudy, loud, jazzy, nocturnal or merry than Mons. Jolson's. and it is a good deal more plausible — if that comparison may be drawn between plays that owe all but everything to implausibility. Because, too, and this a bit surprisingly, Mme. Tucker's shouting of Some of These Days is somehow immensely more fetching than Mons. Jolson's shouting of Mammy. A phenomenon I lay, alongside all other incomprehensible phenomena of show-business, at the cluttered door of Sex Appeal. (No, Sophie, I mean it — honest.) "The Girl in the Show THE trick that is depiction of stage folk as human (which always re minds me of the Italian pianist who wore a gilded turban under a Persian name and became wealthy by insinuat ing he was the only person of that race who ever learned to play the piano) works as successfully in The Girl in the Show as it did in The Broad way Melody, Fox Movietone Follies, 3240 Sheridan Road Comer Melrose Street S S X s " It may seem a bit premature to speak of the winter season while the green is still in the trees and the football season is in the offing. Yet to one who would appreciate a winter season to its fullest there remains the task of finding a town home from which one is accessi ble to the town's doings. To find such a center is not a task, say the tenant owners who are living at 3240 Sheridan Road. Some of their letters, expressing their preference for this outstanding building in their own terms, make an interesting portfolio. Per haps you would like to read them, and if so a telephone call or letter will bring it. You may call at the building for the portfolio, and when there inspect the apartment furnished by Colby's. BAI S X X V~ i rouMoeo laaii ^INCORPORATED C O - O P E R ATIVE HOMES DIVISION •? 646 N. MICHIGAN AVE. • CHICAGO, ILLINOIS 28 fUECI-IICAGOAN THERE«||| IS ALWffi "SOMETHING TO DO" AT BROADMOOR C9he most complete rest or the 'mo§t active exer cise are at hand here — every day in the year. What do you like best to do — play? loaf? eat? sleep?— you'll never find a better place for it. The golf's world famous —and so is the scenery— and so is the luxury you will find in apartment, lounge or dining-room. If you want better horses, better motors, better food, better service, bet ter sports, better games, a better vacation— you'd better try Broadmoor! In Autumn the moun tains are at their best and balmy weather adds an extra measure of rest and recreation — so plan to come soon. BROADMOOR COLORADO SPRINGS HOME OF THE FAMOUS MANJTOU SPARKLING WATERS Reservations direct ; in New York at the Ritz; in London at 23, Haymarket; in Paris at 1 1 Rue de Castiglione. Free hangar at the airport; our motors will meet you. I fafywJky' "You know we women dress for you men" The Bar\er, On With the Show and how many others. The show in this case is a one-car Tom-troupe stranded in the sticks. The girl in this case is Bessie Love. Other differences are less important. The formula may be wear ing a bit thin, but it is good for two or three more if the dialogue is kept as funny as it is in this one. Behind That Curtain IF you've been waiting for the first talking-picture melodrama, wait no longer. Nor go to see Behind That Curtain, which is it. Because Behind That Curtain is as bad as a melodrama can be expected to become, despite the personal influence of Mr. Warner Bax ter and Miss Lois Moran; wherefore it follows as the night the day that sub sequent talking-picture melodramas, if any, will be immensely more worthy of your time. The Argyle Case" PERHAPS it would be interesting to ferret out the explanation of cur rent public devotion to murder mys tery fiction. But I doubt that such ex planation would make the devotion less general or the fiction more interesting. At any rate, here is The Argyle Case with Thomas Meighan a combination Holmes- Kennedy- Vance person in ex cellent voice, with H. B. Warner and the late Gladys Brockwell extremely urbane and competent conspirators, with Bert Roach a consummately stupid flatfoot and with Lila Lee a highly per sonable suspect a bit too clearly inno cent for plot purposes. Here, too, is admirable direction, a strategically perfect sequence, a logical plot and a properly picturesque solu- tion via superbly planted clues. I sup pose these things combine to make The Argyle Case a perfect murder mystery. And I confess, unhappily, that Fd care as much for a ten-reel version of Mother Goose with the original lyrics. nnema Guidi The Sophomore: Eddie Quillan, Sally O'Neill and campus cut-ups in the fun' niest talking-picture to date. [Watch for it.} Madame X: Ruth Chatterton at her best. [Attend.] The Green Murder Case: William Powell in as good a murder as the next. [If you like them.] Wonder of Women: Lewis Stone in only partially vocal but excellent German drama. [Perhaps.] The Gamblers: Excellent transcript of the old play. [Yes.] The Single Standard: Greta Garbo, Nils Asther and the traditional two other fellows. [No.] Thunder: Lon Chaney as a silent Casey Jones. [No, indeed.] Piccadilly: Gilda Grey under blankets. TWE CHICAGOAN — a different land to every traveler A jewel of many facets, is Spain . . . and each traveler finds there new delights, new riches for himself alone. It is a fascinating land of con trasts and surprises . . . unlike anything you may have imagined . . . where life moves serenely yet vibrates with color. There are rugged contrasts of plains and hills ... of gay fiestas and solemn ceremonies . . . of medieval walled towns and the modern life of cafes and shops and colonnades. Everywhere there are good, often luxurious, hotels and modern travel facilities. Make Spain the gateway to the continent on your European trip! We shall be pleased to give you information about Spain and Spanish travel ... to help you get the fullest en joyment out of your trip abroad. This is done with' out cost or obligation. We render service only; we have nothing to sell. Spanish Tourist Information Office, 695 Fifth Avenue, T^lew Yor\. You can sail direct to Spain on the new and luxurious Spanish Royal Mail Liners, over the smooth southern route. Staterooms are com- fortable, meals delicious, and service all that could be desired. Booklets and bookings from any travel bureau, or Spanish Royal Mail Line. 24 State Street, Hew Yor\. [Certainly not.] PARIS Bound: Ann Harding in the best talking-picture up to press time. [Positively.] Charming Sinners: Ruth Chatterton in the second best talking-picture up to press time. [Absolutely.] THUNDERBOLT: George Bancroft lims the gangster for posterity. [Might as well] THE River of Romance : Booth Tarking- ton's Magnolia in Woolworth wrapping. [If you love Buddy Rogers.] ON With the Show: An important * first" — Technicolor, you know — and en tertaining besides. [Surely.] DMG: Middle-class problem play. (No.) SHE Goes to War: Vulgarity without point. [No, indeed.] THE Man and the Moment: Billie Dove and Rod LaRocque for no conceivable reason. [By no means.] THE Last of Mrs. Cheyney: Norma Shearer's best picture and a charming play. [Absolutely.] THE Trial of Mary Dugan: Norma Shearer's second best picture. [Surely.] THE Cocoanuts: The Four Marks Brothers and need I say more! [Cer tainly.] Fashions in Love: Adolphe Menjou's first talking-picture, so good that it cost him his job. [By all means.] Book Briefs Home Place, by Maristan Chapman. (Viking Press.) $2.50. The author of the widely read "The Happy Mountain" again takes Glen Hazard in the Tennes see hills for her locale, and in this love story of a village ne'er-do-well we have again that rhythmic and idiomatic moun tain speech which for many readers was the chief charm of the earlier book. Pep: J. L. Wetcheek's American Song Book, by Lion Feuchtwanger; English version by Dorothy Thompson; drawings by Constantin Aladjalov. $2. (Viking Press.) A delirious production, being Feuchtwanger's interpretation of the American spirit as it might be expressed in contemporary folk songs, poems and ballads. Here is a sample from the sec tion entitled "Purely Lyrical": THE STAR DORADUS Doradus is a hundred thousand light years from our nation. Hot dog! But Europe is still further from Ameri canization. Baby! The quota law \eeps out the undesirables effectively. Oh, Boy! The Hordic strain is organized, and sells ideas collectively. Sweet mama! Our luxury production is, to Europe, most surprising. Three cheers! The export trade of Germany and Eng land is not rising. Hot damn! Progress and social order, God sees we do not lac\. Zowie! On Bolshevistic Europe He turns His Holy Bac\. Hallelujah! 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Entrance Direct or Through Lobby HOTEL BREVOORT Madison St. East of LaSalle St. MU/ICAL NOTE/ Louise Thirty Years After By ROBERT POLLAK EVEN in this generation when the theatre and opera public has been subjected to the most frank and ruth less discussions of every contemporary problem in family life, the opera Louis- still comes over the boards with an amazing freshness and vitality. In 1900 its audacity musically and dra matically kept its composer, Charpen- tier, peddling it from impresario to impresario, the while he had a devil of a time scraping around for three squares a day. When the Comique, to its eternal glory, finally accepted the composer's manuscript it was with grave doubts on the part of the man agement. For Louise not only struck out with harmonic boldness, but in vaded the cheap faubourgs of Paris for its story of family dissension. When Charpentier finally scored his deserved triumph he became articulate for the benefit of the critical fraternity. He described his work as a musical romance. In a romance, he said, there is decoration and description. The drama of Louise he compressed within the limits of the first and fourth acts. But for the moment of Louise's return to her family at the climax of the third act the rest of the work is given over to the creation of a luminous background, descriptive of the city that the composer loved more than anything else. As veristic drama the core of the work would stand as much by it self as any of the Younger Generation plays of the 1920,s. On the other hand, the fairy-like panoply of the Montmartre Carnival scene and the mysterious and subtle street scene in the second act are as much in the le gitimate tradition of opera as Hansel and Gretel or Freischutz. THE drama of Louise is triangular, and her lover, a picturesque but negative Bohemian out of Murger, has little to do with the triangle. Louise's father loves her with a devouring and demanding kind of affection. He can not understand her failure to be con tent with the home he has made for her. And her ultimate defiance and hysterical apostrophe to the city breaks his heart. When he finally drives her from his house it is with disastrous results to himself. He is aghast at the breach between the generations and bitterly repentant. The mother, a nag ging, tired drudge, cannot even try to understand her daughter's desire for liberty, and she is jealous of her child's youth and beauty. By direction and indirection she goads her plodding hus band toward the final catastrophe. And we feel that her quiet weeping as the curtain falls is based more upon her misery over "what the neighbors will say" than upon the spectacle of the shattered life of the father. All this overly sober reflection is evoked by the brawny and intelligent performance in the last week of the current Ravinia season. As usual, Rothier made the role of the father one of the most suggestive and subtle in the gallery of present day operatic portraits. Not only has this French man a beautiful basso, but he possesses a rare sympathy for the part of the kindly artisan of Paris. Gall, although well trained in the role of Louise, will never linger in the memory as Garden or Mme. Rioton. She is too demure and sweet for the good-hearted but fiery heroine. Vocally she labored un der the handicap of a bad cold. Has- selmans conducted with his usual acu men. The Americans Are Here VLADIMIR ROSING'S American opera company opens a two weeks' season October 7 at the Majestic Thea tre with a new opera called Yolanda TWC CHICAGOAN 31 of Cyprus, written by Clarence Loomis of the American Conservatory. Of the new score little word comes to us ex cept that its locale is Cyprus in the sixteenth century and that its book concerns the amorous intrigues of vari ous highly-titled medieval ladies and gentlemen. The stage design will come, as in the case of the company's memorable production of Faust, from the studios of Robert Edmond Jones. The opera may be good to hear. It will certainly be good to look it. Rosing's repertoire includes Figaro, Faust, Madame Butterfly, Martha and the above mentioned novelty. His company will boast several new names, Maria Matyas paid for her musical education by pounding a typewriter in a Loop office. Eunice Steen and Helen Golden are from Evanston. Local girls make good. Marion McAfee already has a record of successful recitals in and around Chicago. The company is now in rehearsal at Magnolia, Mass., where it has com mandeered a theatre and a hotel. With the principals is their musical director, Isaac Van Grove, who replaces Frank St. Leger for the coming season. The triple combination of Rosing, Jones and Van Grove can go a long way toward the rejuvenation of opera in America. The appearance of the company here will be preluded by a series of teas and dinners in which the names of Mc- Cormick and Borden will be prominent. The venture is being sponsored by the American Opera Society of Chicago. Here's to its permanent good health. Poetic Acceptances T. S. Ehot Takes a Position as a Night Club Host Among the vellicative laughs of the trombone, And the rattle of the drum, And the banjo's strum, I shall take my post and say in a mono tone : "You don't know how welcome you are here, my friends; And how, how happy I shall be to find A table for you. Try our Special Dry, it blends With anything you have." (For in deed I shall not mind Such employment.) The enjoyment Of the rhythmic, papery rattle of the fatalistic drum Decides me to accept; I shall be there when you come." — D. P. % A # Round the World Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Checques — Good the World Over C R U I Timed to be where things happen, when seasons are hap piest! 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(I have checked my choice, as you will notice.) Name. Address.. 32 TI4E CHICAGOAN THE PEARfON ti€¥EL East of the Water Tower The- CmCACOENNE Autumn Faces and J^Lahe-u^ By MARCIA VAUGHN N all Chicago — you will hardly find another such fortunate combi' nation of residential advantages as those offered at the Pearson. Close to Lake Michigan on the East and Michigan Avenue on the West with Lincoln Park to the North ... the Loop accessible within five minutes by bus or taxi ... an environment of suburban quiet ... a 300-car garage close by . . . unlimited free parking space adjacent to the hotel. The appointments are such as you would select in furnishing a home of your own. In recognition of the sound reasons why people prefer to live in apartment hotels there are no kitchenettes at the Pearson. The restaurant provides a delightful varied menu of wholesome foods modestly priced. We shall be pleased to have you call today and inspect some especially desirable ac commodations just now available. 190 EAST PEARSON ST. Telephone Superior 8200 IT may be heretical and reactionary to say mean things about the sun, but for me the summer always ends on a peevish note, no matter how filled with ultra-violet rays I am. Though these pesky rays supposedly lengthen my life and keep me bounding with joy and energy, they always even the score with an array of freckles, color less hair, dry skin, and a sort of dirty yellow that is my personal version of the fashionable suntan. Well, it is at least heartening to find that others suffer too. Even those who have achieved the luscious berry hue have a dryish look about hair and skin. Yea, it is either dry cheeks of tan and hair of straw or the coarsened pores, blemishes, and what not that attend oily skins. Since the fall browns and greens are poisonous with either type, September is always a good month for lingering about the beauty salons, if one hasn't the habit already. And I mean lingering. A really beneficial treatment requires at least an hour and much, much peace, so don't let anyone persuade you into the cubbyhole of a steamy, noisy shop, smack a hot towel on your face, knead your chin violently and call it a facial. What a facial should do is induce relaxation, a little dose if possible, cleanse the skin thoroughly but gently, nourish and tone it up a bit, and then it does send you forth a new woman. WE can appreciate the joys of this relaxation in the well- known salons that have retired to the quiet of the near north side, sound proofed their walls, deadened the noise with heavy rugs and curtains, and pro vided completely private little rooms for treatments. The minute one drops into the downy chaise lounge of one of these rooms the most delightful "what do I care11 sensation enfolds one, and it seems pretty silly to be so har ried about getting places and attending to things. The city boasts a number of good salons, but among all that I have tried for facial treatments, Helena Rubin stein, Dorothy Gray and Elisabeth Ar- den retain their firm hold on my affec tions. The technique differs in each one, but all three know their funda mentals, their attendants are skilled, and the preparations exquisite. Prices for a facial range from three to five dollars, and each one, I believe, has a special price for courses of five or six treatments. There are, of course, other treatments — for acne, hair, arms, necks, and half a dozen more if you wish, to go in for them, and Rubinstein and Arden offer exercise courses as well. Salon treatments are the high lights of the picture, and the effect is not permanent unless one follows them up with daily care at home. It takes dis cipline to do this, even though the actual time needed is short enough. The famous fifteen minutes a day, with, say, a monthly visit to the salon, will keep the normal skin in splendid con dition, and it is much better to do a few simple things regularly than to lay out an elaborate program in a burst of enthusiasm and then forget all about it for another week or two. There are hundreds and hundreds of creams, ton ics and special preparations that are easily used at home, but for several paragraphs past I have been champing TI4Q CHICAGOAN 33 HOTEL SHORELAND Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake . . . Telephone Plaza IOOO FOR SMART PARTIES! It costs no more! Give your party where added to your own ingenuity and clever ness is an expert staff and special service organized to help make your party a triumphant success. Here, too, is prestige— a truly French cuisine — and party rooms for 5 or 1000 guests — each an ideal setting. Give your party here — it costs no more ! HOTEL SHORELAND Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake . . . Telephone Plaza IOOO at the bit to get in some words about make-up. It was my duty to warn you that skin care must come before cos metics, but to secure advice on creams, tonics and such the wisest thing is to consult the trained salon attendant. NOW to the pleasant task of paint ing the lily. The newest effort in make-up is to match the cosmetics to the natural tone of the skin as closely as possible, and personal blending par lors are springing up in every corner. Some of them aren't nearly as good as the salons that select from their line the cosmetics to match your skin. It is much better to have a variation of a fine brand of powder than a "per sonal" mixture of mediocre stuff. However, when it's done well it is very, very satisfying. Long before the idea began to be generally promoted, Madame Tourneur in Paris achieved beautiful results with her personal cos metic mixtures, and now she has opened a Tourneur Room in the Cos tume Apparel section on the fifth floor at Field's. In this little room there is a refreshing absence of the fuss and hooey that often accompany the per sonal blending business. One simply sits down in front of a mirror, cleanses the face with some of the finest cream these cheeks have felt, and then sub mits to the inspection of a keen-eyed young woman. You can watch her manipulate the mortar and pestle, measuring off grains of violet, red, peach, white — a rainbow of powder — until she gets the exact tone that brings out the best in your general color scheme of hair, eyes and skin. When that is discovered, the record of the formula is placed on a card, and ever after you simply telephone for renew als when the huge box that you get for your first three dollars runs out. The whole process takes fifteen or twenty minutes. They also select the proper lipstick and rouge and the right eye shadow, a hint of which on the eyelid is not at all noticeable, though it does deepen the color of the eyes and makes them seem more brilliant. Then they have a little trick of blending evening pow ders that is interesting. The chemist's mortar and pestle are necessary to se cure the perfectly even mixture of the day powders, but for evening they just shake the varied tones together and do not mix them thoroughly. The faint unevenness in the powder gives a shim- mery, fresh effect at night that is lovely. FOR evening, I like a foundation of liquid powder or lotion which can be touched up with loose powder, but these liquids must be watched. Some of them are horribly drying. Very fine ones are Dorothy Gray's Finishing Lotion, Helena Rubinstein's Water Lily Cream and Marie Earle's evening lotion. Marie Earle has no salon here as yet, but Carson's, Mandel's, Field's and Stevens' sell her preparations. For the brilliant rouge and lipstick that are 34 rUECUICAGOAN TRONNES AND COMPANY Counselors and Directors^ Building Enterprises § PRESENT CHICAGOS NEWEST BEAUTY SPOT • * PARK . . EDGEWATER APARTMENTS 6100 SHERIDAN ROAD AT THE LAKE BEAUTIFUL! That single word tells the story of Park Edgewa- ter Apartments. 2}&, 3, 4 and 5 rooms . . . rich in architecture . . . rich in the charm of home. Never before has so fine a building been offered in such a delightful lo cation at such reasonable rentals. Lake and boulevard views. Sur rounded by magnificent residences. Close to schools, shops and transpor tation. No other tall buildings for blocks. Carpeted throughout. Nile green, orchid and golden yellow bathroom fixtures. Colored tile to match. Chromium plated fittings. Shower stalls, marble sills and thresholds in all baths. Quality in every detail! Many closets. Built-in shoe racks, vanity dresser wardrobes. Well- planned kitchen. Large refrigerators. Rentals as low as #100.00, including gas, light and refrigeration. A few apartments furnished on re quest. Ready October 1st. Visit this elegant building today or phone —Sheldrake 10474 — APARTMENTS w needed under night lights I am espe cially fond of Helena Rubinstein's Red Geranium shade, which comes in either cream or compact rouge and also in lip sticks. Her lipsticks and Houbigant's are the most soothing I know, velvety without greasiness and never dry in the coldest weather. Cream and liquid rouges are not dry ing on a well-nourished skin and they do last. The liquids should always be applied when the skin is still moist from skin tonic or water, and then they can be blended like a water color, leaving no sharp edges. Elizabeth Ar- den and Marie Earle have a nice choice of colors in these liquids. Eye shadows are decidedly in, for* day and evening. I hate made-up eyes,, but these shadows on the lids don't give that effect at all. Blue, gray,, brown and black come in the Arden,, Gray, Earle and Valaze lines, and! Tourneur also has a delicious green shade that is swell for mysterious ef fects. Mascara, if it is used, should be applied with a light hand to avoid! the stagey look. If it is put on with a moist brush, and if the lashes are immediately brushed dry with another brush, they will stay soft and natural. Instead of the usual dead black that looks so artificial, Helena Rubinstein now has a blue mascara in her Persian Eyeblack that gives the coveted blue- black look and hints at blue depths in the eyes. Very dashing. AND there are gadgets. The very i fine imported face brushes that Madame Tourneur uses to smooth pow der evenly on face and neck. Dorothy Gray's patter that gives the chin and cheeks the professional, stinging smacks they need every night. Her heart-shaped powder puffs that get at the corners around the eyes and nose so well. The Valaze loose powder cases that actually sift powder on the puff and not on one's clothes. These come in silver or the gay Chinese Red, and either for powder alone or double with rouge compact. And on and on ad infinitum. Where do they get 'em all? Boul ouievar d 0£ enmgs THE way these people are flocking to the lake front, Michigan Boule vard is giving Fifth Avenue lessons. Gratifying differences distinguish the streets. For one thing, we are undis turbed by the garment workers who eat "Marlon, you look positively Vien nese tonight" "IV ell, if you ask me, you don't look so hot yourself" their garlic pickles every noon as they saunter up and down the historic ave nue. And for another, the New York shops that are coming to Chicago are simply spreading themselves, more often than not, giving us better-looking establishments than the, "mother houses" in the east. Saks- Fifth Avenue, for instance, has in its dashing black and silver and in laid woods a magnificent example of modern decoration that far surpasses their larger New York store. The Tailored Woman's impressive building here has a spacious dignity that is pretty hard to achieve in the narrow lanes of Manhattan. And this month Sulka and Tecla (they aren't related, in spite of the rhythm) bring further new notes to the facade of the Boule vard. The newly opened Tecla shop at 22 South is so delicately conceived and pearly in color that it forms a striking contrast to the massive dark piles around it. The cases inside, the orna mental plaques and glistening elabora tion of the chandeliers, are all in the TI4E CHICAGOAN 35 ome'' 11 find all the ingredients jor their making ana shoic= mg here. (_ oniplete lines of EASTMAN \S-ine = {Jxoaak BELL & HOWELL cJihno DE VRY cJofiular Lamfra at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £1 LECTRIC SHOPO 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO An establishment noted for fashionable clothes now show ing new fall models. Arcade Bldg., 616 S. Michigan Ave. manner of Louis XVI, and a graceful background this is for the splendor of pearls, diamonds, rubies and sapphires. The jewels, if you have not seen the Tecla productions in Paris or New York, will surprise you. It takes a jewel expert's eye, fine lenses and al most an alchemist's test to distinguish the simulated from the genuine. The owner of a priceless strand of pearls who had them reproduced by Tecla lost one of the strands and was pretty agitated till it was found again by the insurance detectives — and then it proved to be the Tecla strand and not the genuine at all. Many famous jewels have been thus reproduced, but not possessing any priceless necklace myself, I am more interested in the exquisite originals shown in the shop. The pearls are too well known to need description, but you must not miss the smart designs that employ Tecla sapphires, diamonds and rubies. These have all the bril liance and fire of the original, are as imperishable, and follow the trends in costume jewelry more closely than many designs employing the real gems. TOWARDS the end of the month or early in October the Sulka shop for men will throw open its doors in the Willoughby Building. This is to be an exact replica of their famous New York store, occupy both floors, and display the same merchandise. One of the city's own does well by the boulevard at 333 North. Rena Hartmann's new salon spreads across a lavish expanse of floor space and is beautifully restrained in its decoration, making the black glass and slender metal rails all the more effective. Incidentally, the Rena Hartmann creative spirit fits beautifully into the trend of the present season. Her love of opulent furs and gorgeous fabrics, graceful, feminine lines has a rich op portunity in the current revival of the elegante. One of the loveliest evening dresses I have seen was one by her in a deep ivory satin with long flowing sweep that was almost Grecian in feel ing. She also shows some of the smartest of the fall suits in fur trimmed, sophisticated styles and deceptively simple hats to be worn with them — deft fabrications with intricate twist- ings and cuttings of the brims to re veal the brows that must be aired this fall as they never were before. Socially Correct — this pure sparkling water fresh from Corinnis Waukesha Spring DEEPLY sensitive to the finer things in life the fastidious host ess serves Corinnis Waukesha Water to her family and guests. Then no lifted eyebrow, nor word of complaint comes to disturb her peace of mind. 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Or much more of the plot of the Enchanted April than that the bath of the visiting husband exploded and the husband only stopped for his towel be fore emerging? And that it was com plicated by one of the characters being so beautiful that when she tried to look forbidding she merely succeeded in looking sad and was in consequence more irresistible than ever? But who cares? Cecil Roberts had Venice and Ischia on his mind — and the colored sails of the fishing boats. Elisabeth had spent an Easter in Italy, and the gardens had been too much for her. In consequence of which some fifty to a hundred thousand read ers, all told, were made free of the Adriatic, or let loose for two dollars in a villa which had cost its heroine just for Easter the savings of a lifetime. THE latest novelist to become a vic tim of Italy is G. B. Stern. Not far from Genoa a pink casetta with one sentinel cypress and a background of misty olive trees. Melons, grapes, a dog and some chickens. Minestrone on the stove. And if one-half of the theme is — like the minestrone — a bit thick, trying to make us behaviorists believe that the hero's unknown ma ternal grandfather was able by sheer heredity to make a farmer of him, the other half is very much to the good. A sort of "little French girl" theme. Except that being a little Italian girl and of the peasant class, Modesta is a much simpler example of human na ture and tribal custom. So simple, in fact, that you find yourself wondering if after reading about her the anthro pologists won't take their notebooks to Genoa next time instead of to Borneo. Modesta is the second and most beautiful of three sisters, all of them servants at the villa where Laurence Ferrier is visiting. He hears his host complaining of the way Modesta does his shoes, and that appeals to his chiv alry. He also hears that Modesta has an ambition to become a fine lady. And that, of course, appeals to his imagina tion. The author gets over this part of the story very quickly. Scene two: England: Modesta breakfasting in bed off Sevres china, and learning by watching her young and beautiful mother-in-law just how to be a lady. Laurence meantime be ing quite careful to treat her as his social equal, — which leads her to re gard him as a poor undominating sort of husband. And as his mental equal, — which leads her to take the trees out of all his shoes. And to insist upon Monte Carlo as the after-cure to a Parisian shopping trip. Whereupon Laurence gets a brain wave, which re sults in scene three: Italy again. Perhaps Modesta's psychology is un- duly simplified. Considering how Laurence's American mother looks to us, reduced as she is to elegance plus a desire to conceal her inability to bear children, one can't help wondering how Modesta would look to an Italian. Which doubt is of course quite theoretical and doesn't really matter. The important matter is that what Modesta says and what she thinks, are if anything a touch more picturesque than the pink casetta. IT is frequently stated that no one in England ever buys a current book. And that if you ask an English man why not, he replies: what are lending libraries for? Nonetheless a TWECWICAGOAN 37 T HERE'S JUST TIME FOR A BETWEEN the ACTS! A 5-minute chance to smoke ... in the thick of a busy day. No time for a long cigar. Then the cigar smokers welcome the friendly red tin of BETWEEN-THE-ACTS. The 15c cigar in 10 acts. Packed with real Havana charm . But not a penny 's was te in a packetful- BETWEEN THEACTS LITTLE C I C A R S Smoke 10 and see. It's worth 15c to know how good these little cigars are. If your favorite tobacconist cannot supply you, mail us 15c (stamps or coins) for a package. AddressThe P. Lorillard Co.. Inc.. 119 West 4(kh Street, New York City. (© P. Lorillard Co., Est. 1760). £INE CLOTHES TOUMtN AND BOYS A&ab&Best RANDOLPH AND WABASH -CHICAGO book of the month club has been started in London, with Hugh Wal- pole as chairman of the committee on selection, and has now sent out its initial choice. This first choice, The Love of the Foolish Angel, by Helen Beauclerk, is a good one from the viewpoint of a public which respects its shelf room For like Miss Beau- clerk's earlier story, The Green Lacquer Pavilion, it is of such extreme origi nality and beauty that it ought to wear well. The theme, though this is the only respect in which it resembles Paradise Lost, is from scholastic phi losophy. Whether there could be such a thing as a good devil. Miss Beau- clerk says yes, and then shows how Tamael was not a bad angel but mere ly a foolish one and how his being thrown overboard with Lucifer was a clear case of carelessness on the part of the archangel Michael. That he was no use in hell, and was consequently tried on the earth shift whose business it was to tempt mortals. And was even worse there, for he had a way of rescuing those whom he was supposed to tempt, and of getting holy men to make the sign of the cross over him to take the spell off when a magician caught him. The result is not only a love story, with complications of an un usual order, but an extremely pretty picture of Palestine in Roman times and of heaven and hell and of the technique of black magic. IN comparison with the flutter caused by last year's crop of Washington books, the new life of George Wasihngton by Shelby Little will probably leave the Daughters of the American Revolution and other patriotic organizations in a fairly calm state of mind. Though like all Washington lives present and to come it profits by the long merited over throw of Parson Weems by Rupert Hughes and by those biographers who waded in after him. In a life so crowded as Washing ton's, and one so well documented, mostly by himself, the problem is to pick and choose the significant from among a mass of detail that is all of it tempting. Mrs. Little has exercised this economy in such a way as to make Washington live for us in all his hard headed practicality, plus just that little flurry of egotistical romanticism in his colonial days. She does not spare his limitations, which were those of the practical man "on the make" — his quiet buying up for instance of land which the British government had by treaty with the Indians made exempt from settlement. And yet on the other hand she does justice to his transcend ence of those limitations when he was fired by the great adventure of the American Revolution. The plaster image idea of Washington having once and for all been done away with, it is no longer necessary to play up Wash- SONG h v T(LOM J GOLD DIGGERS °* BROADWAY ON flftUNSWlCK RECORDS The "Crooning Troubadour", Nick Lucas, feature star of " Gold Diggers of Broadway" and Brunswick artist, vies with hot lipped Roy Fox, the "Whispering Cornetist" in a haunt ing melody that makes you think of sweet things — m-m-m — so sweet. <*$£&* And on the reverse, Roy and Nick continue the melodious battle with this pretty little thing. Makes you feel like skipping up and down the main drag with your hot papoose. If you want to get the girl friend sentimental, get her No. 4418 and Nick Lucas will put "IT" over — but — if you want to dance, Roy Fox on No. 4419 is THE number. 38 TI4E CHICAGOAN A chef who understands the sub tleties of foreign and native-cook ery — With a treasury of choice foods — truffles and mussels from France, sole from England, lob ster from Boston, pompano and crabs from New Orelans — - And gay dancing, or quiet cor ners for the tete-a-tete. Over all, the warm friendliness that is typically L'Aiglon's — The happy choice — always — for luncheon, dinner or supper. Twenty-two East Ontario Delaware 1909 Egyptian Tent Tea Room LUNCHEON DINNER AND AFTERNOON TEA $.75 Seafood and Vegetarian Dinner Every Friday Your For;une Read Free From the Tea Leaves in Your Cup Open Daily 11 to 8 Sunday 2 to 8 PRIVATE TENTS FOR PARTIES BY APPOINTMENT 10 W. Lake St. DEA Near State 5849 COME IN AND MAKE A WISH 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 ington the man, his peccadilloes and his idiocyncrasies. Mrs. Little is con sequently free to put her emphasis on Washington as a participant in and moulder of the world's greatest revo lution and the conserver of its fruits. And thus to produce what is probably the best one volume life of Washing ton up to date. The Love of the Foolish Angel, by Helen Beauclerk. With Decorations by Edmund Dulac. (Cosmopolitan Book Corporation.) It was through bad man agement rather than bad intention that Tamael got thrown out of heaven along with Lucifer, and consequently when as a devil he was given the job of tempting a beautiful maiden he fell in love with her instead and rescued her. Ultima Thule, by Henry Handel Rich ardson. (W. W. Norton and Co.) A novel of Melbourne and of the Bush, wherein a husband who thinks only of himself and a wife who thinks only of her children return to Australia after a financial catastrophe to start life over again, and progress from catastrophe to catastrophe. Richardson being a newly discovered, though not young lady novelist. And Ultima Thule revealing a minute comprehension of the psychol ogy of childhood and of madness, to gether with the insidious and crushing pessimism of those who are no longer young. Cher:, by Colette. Translated by Janet Flanner. (Albert and Charles Boni.) Practically the same story as that told in Elisabeth's "Love," the lady being forty- nine and the gentleman twenty-five, but made infinitely more exotic and at the same time more explicit by reason of tak ing place in the half-world of Paris. The Tragic Era: The Revolution After Lincoln, by Claude G. Bowers. (Hough ton Mifflin Company.) $5. The author of Jefferson and Hamilton and Partv Bat' ties of the Jackson Period has now cov ered the days of corruption and confusion between the assassination of Lincoln and the end of the Grant administration. As a historian Mr. Bowers .has evolved a method of presentation all his own. Af ter close research in the contemporary sources, including the newspapers of the day as well as correspondence, he tells the reader a story in vivid and dramatic form, in terms not only of the overt acts of his characters but also in terms of their "individual psychology." Yet this story is largely in the very words in which those actors wrote and spoke. And of every statement made we are given, in a footnote, the source. The result of this method is two histories in one: a student's history and a reader's his tory. The story is as vivid as a tale told by Strachey — but unlike Strachey it leaves no pertinent facts unrecorded or unexplained. Thumbcap Weir, by Frances Gillmor. (Minton, Balch fi? Co.) $2.50. An ef fective local color novel, giving scenery and characters from the shores of the Bay of Fundy, and detail of the fishing industry. The Burning Fountain, by Eleanor Car roll Chilton. (The John Day Company.) $2.50. A novel with a Gothic motif, written in terms of the immediate present and rising to a climax that is made all the more tremendous by the fact that the author is so quietly psychological and by the additional fact that it all happens within easy reach of a country club. New Roads in Old Virginia, by Agnes Rothery. With illustrations by Alice Acheson. (Houghton Mifflin Company.) $2.50. A book which is really quite nice enough just to read and look at, but which nonetheless ends by giving you an awfully good idea for a motor trip before the weather gets too warm. Twelve Days, by V. S. Sackville-West. (Doubleday, Doran.) Many things have been said about Virginia Woolfs "Or lando" and no doubt just as many more remain to be said, but one thing seems now, to be emerging fairly clearly, that is to say the fact that Mrs. Woolfs hero is quite literally Miss Sackville-West, plus, perhaps, one or two of her ancestors. Orlando is a poet, but in this her latest book Miss Sackville-West shows herself to be an adventurer as well, these "Twelve Days" having been spent in the Bakhtiari Mountains, in other words the wildest part of Persia. Son of the Gods, by Rex Beach. (Har per and Brothers.) $2. A high pres sure account of the social difficulties ex perienced by the son of a rich Chinese merchant in attempting to become co- educated and later while asking no more than to live his life in the English and American circles in France — all told with the reader fully assured from the first that the hero isn't really Chinese! These Are My Jewels, by L. B. Camp bell. (W. W. Norton 6? Co.) A first novel not only for the author but for the publishers who have hitherto issued only works of science, philosophy, and criti cism. The story of a modern mother who first prepares her children for life and then turns instinctive and keeps them from living it. Told with brevity, re straint and irony. Characters and Events: Popular Es says in Social and Political Philoso phy, by John Dewey; edited by Joseph Rattner. 2 vols. (Henry Holt 6? Co.) Although Professor Dewey's more tech nical works have the reputation of being hard reading the present volumes may be read with interest by the most uninitiated. They deal with a large number of current American problems, from the safeguard ing of liberty of thought to the outlawry of war. Professor Dewey is neither a communist — as a labor leader, so-called, recently asserted — nor a dogmatist of any kind. Indeed he may be called a most patriotic writer for he argues that we have a unique social situation in America and so need to acquire an American mode of thinking if we are to cope with our problems. TI4E CHICAGOAN 30 Social Spotlight for Weddings Dances, Dinners, Etc. Brilliant party rooms — each with its own unique decorative theme. The lavish Oriental Room — the luxurious Towne Club or moderne Silver Club on the Roof. Each a novel setting for a distinctive affair. A gracious serv ice and fine cuisine that you will find in but few places. And prices are most attractive. . . Reservations for Fall and Winter affairs are being made now! We urge your early con sideration. Menu prices and sugges tions submitted without obligation. W Hotel mckemocker CHICAGO Walton Place at Michigan Blvd. (Opposite The Drake) J. I. McDONELL, Manager Phone Superior 4264 James L.Cooke&Co JAMES L. COOKE DAVID A. BADENOCH MEMBERS NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE CHICAGO STOCK EXCHANGE CHICAGO BOARD OF TRADE ASSOCIATE MEMBERS NEW YORK CURB EXCHANGE DIRECT WIRE CONNECTIONS 231 S. La Salle St. Chicago CENtral 8200 CAFE ANN -JEAN ^ For a £ ___. ^R inating ^^ ^^^t Distinguished ^^^r ^V^ Italian Food JT ¦ ^ Just West of ¦ ¦ Michigan Blvd. at ¦ 1 16 East Huron St. I l\ ^i mm Art The Harrison Snow COME, ye psychologists, psycho analysts, clairvoyants! Come to the Art Institute, gase at Carter Har rison's collection now hanging there and then tell me, if you can, what manner of man he is. I have been wondering about that since passing a bracing hour and a half in the stimu lating company of the paintings in that collection, paintings which, with four or five exceptions, are first rate modern works. I was not a Chicago dweller when Carter the Enthusiast was mayor and I have only a very vague recollec tion of some remarks about him I came across years ago in a newspaper or magazine. I dub him an enthusiast on the strength of the notes he has com piled and written in the catalogue of the twelve-men-show he is at present giving. Friends I questioned about Mr. Harrison had nothing to tell but the most matter of fact external details. Hence my call to the professors with esoteric powers to unravel motives and their inner significance. Bernard Shaw tells somewhere of a man who, a century or so ago, imi tated Freud in advance. On one wall of his reception parlor he had pictures of gory battle scenes and pulse-quick ening hunting expeditions. On the op posite wall he had pictures such as a country parson surrounded by his flock, a soft-eyed mother singing a lullaby at little Clarence's cradle and a Roose- veltian family picknicking by the old mill stream. Now, whenever a stranger called on this ingenious man and was drawn to the bloody scenes, he put the newcomer down forthwith as a good- natured, peace-loving burgher. If, on the other hand, the visitor was attracted to the delineations of sequestered vil lage life, he knew he had an incorrigi ble ruffian to deal with. IDONT know that this contributes anything to an understanding of Mr. Harrison's motives in buying paintings suffused with unstudied spirituality, not the super-imposed spirituality that often shrieks at you from a sanctimo nious buckeye, but the spirituality that an artist super-consciously puts into the contour of a face, the fold of a dress, the lilting lines of a street. It does, however, bring out tellingly the quirk in human nature which moves a man to stand in awe before that which is W^ cOCo ^ PALACE Serve at S Home College Inn Lobster a la Newburg THE day of the lobster palace is gone . . . but still with us is that king of all sea foods . . . Lobster a la Newburg. And now,/or the first time, you can have it at home . . . just as it is served in the famous Hotel Sher man. 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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. Chicago's SmartesUparhnentjIbtet SHEiyDW, W*3> "^ SWRP STREET Direction of Phil. C. Caldwell Telephone Bittersweet 3800 most foreign to him. And, until the experts on motivation report on this case, you may make what you can of that. Whatever may have been his reasons for buying these paintings, I am grate ful to Mr. Harrison for having done so and particularly for showing them to the public. I have indulged in this bit of casuistry simply to stress the extraordinary significance of his collec- tion. Some people buy pictures be' cause they communicate with them in a strangely forceful and intimate way, others because they happen to match with a favorite rug or a certain style of wainscoting, and still others as a matter of business speculation. One hears quite often of American city mayors and ex-city mayors breeding ponies or banning and burning books, but rarely of any of them collecting paintings — especially modern paintings. BUT there are other things I wish Mr. Harrison would tell us. I wonder if he has ever dug so deeply into Jerome S. Blum's Garden that, as they say in the Salvation Army, he has been born again amidst its caressing redundance and its fresh, speaking col ors which come out to meet the be holder. Has he perchance developed a strange fondness for a certain street and been bewildered because he could never quite put into words the elusive significance it holds for him and then. happening to glance at Maurice Utril- lo's A Street Corner in Montmarte from a certain angle, exclaimed: "He has done it. With his brooding colors, his moody surface, his soft, yet strik ingly, definite lines he has done it. He has caught the soul of a street!'" Has he perhaps gotten up too late for church one Sunday morning and, hav ing remained home, devoted a couple hours persuading Edouard Goerg's Le Table D'Hote to divulge its secrets? Has he, thus probing those ghost fig ures, with their dog-like faces, their pointed expressionistic faces, molded with thick, deeply-colored impasto found the open sesame to the tran scendental significance of life which his pastor had been trying to explain, without avail, for twenty years? If Mr. Harrison hasn't gotten some thing like that out of the paintings I have mentioned, or the other equally potent ones he owns, he has not suc ceeded in drawing out of them the most precious things they have to give. — J. Z. JACOBSEN. "Apartment Selection Service, Inc., ex tends costless automobile transportation to the foot-weary seeker after lodging.'" 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