Octoberl2J929 CHICAf Reg. U. S. Pat. Off youthful Styles in ^arge and Small Sizes For Those Desiring the Smartest/ Regardless Two Shops in one Michigan Boulevard Block MARTHA WEATHERED CHICAGO Our Shop in The Drake carries the larger siscs, from IS to 42. The Misses Shop directly opposite carries small si^es only, from 12 to 18. TI4ECUICAG0AN VISIT THROUGH WITHOUT A SALESMAN EVERYTHING PLAINLY PRICED AND DESCRIBED »M»I \\r fTRE vav& y * i» ikv VERY like a genuine Ispahan is this radiant Melistan, an "Amer ican Oriental" of remarkable realism. Its silken lustre, deep rich colors and traditional Herati design (a rosette between two lancet shaped leaves) marks it a faithful reproduction of a priceless Persian original. Woven of fine Oriental yarns and washed in true Oriental fashion are these hand some rugs, which have so completely revolutionized our floor covering fashions. The Melistan, skilled product of famous American looms, is shown in the finest Per sian designs and all standard sizes, at popular prices. 27x36 in. $ 15. SO 36x63 in. 30. 75 6x9 ft. . 120. 00 9x12 ft. - 185.00 tfohn 9liSmyth & ompany tfydim&stofjfalsted TI4E CHICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy FOLLOW THRU— Apollo, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. Golf is herewith transferred to the musical comedy stage and made a pretty and pleasing business all around the green. A show well done somewhat in the Good News tradition, it should run until Armistice Day. RAIN OR SHIHE— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. A vehicle for the facile Ted Cook, who runs the scale of comic notes in a highly notable exhibit of his prowess. The rest of the piece isn't so much. Early closing is ru- mored. Better see it on an off night. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30 HOLD EVERTTHIHG is billed to sue ceed this piece. PLEASURE BOUND— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. A dandy song and dance romp and a barrel of fun closes soon for THE AMERICAN OP ERA COMPANY and opera in English. The latter is forecast to be excellent. NEW MOON— Great Northern, 21 Quin- cy. Central 8240. An old style oper etta, sweet, handsome, tuneful and senti mental. An excellent thing for a rainy evening. S.HOW BOAT— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Harrison 6510. Ziegfeld's tremendous hit finally out of Manhattan in the 20th Century and here for a long run at the Illinois. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed 2:15. FJORETTA— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2460. An Earl Carroll production which is forecast as lavish and tuneful. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30 (pre sumably). To be reviewed. Drama JOURHETS END— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A drama of the war and the English gentleman splendidly done and already firmly dug in for the winter. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. LITTLE ACCIDENT— Selwyn, 180 North Dearborn. Central 3404. An extremely amusing comedy of situation concerned with offhand but high-principled father hood. Better see it. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Thurs. 2:30. THE PERFECT ALIBI— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. A mystery play which is genuinely mysterious and done by A. A. Milne to the delight of a house full of customers. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. SIGN X-T-Z— Studebaker, 410 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. A resound ing piece dished up by Geo. M. Cohan and Sam Forrest and claiming high praise. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. CAPRICE— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. The Theater Guild in a "THE CHIC AGO AN" PRESENTS— The World's Series, by J. H. E. Clark Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 For Dance and Dinner 4 Editorially 7 When the Cubs Hibernate, by Warren Brown 9 The Lager Beer War, by Wallace Rice 11 Whim, by Walter Schmidt 12 Henry Justin Smith — Chicagoan, by Lloyd Lewis 13 The Private Office, by Romola Voynow 15 Stand, by Leonard Dove 16 Doorman, by Phil Nesbit 17 Town Talk 19 Journey's End, by Nat Karson 22 The Stage, by Charles Collins 26 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 28 Music, by Robert Pollak 32 Poetic Acceptances, by Donald Plant 3 3 Step Lively, Please, by Jack Wood ford 36 The Chicagoenne, by Lucia Lewis.... 38 The Philosopher, by Vincent Starrett 41 The Roving Reporter 42 Books, by Susan Wilbur 44 Art, by J. Z. Jacobsen 47 neat and graceful love comedy highly praiseworthy. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE NUT FARM— Cort, 132 North Dear born. Central 0019. Well, it ran six months. It must have been — Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Followed by Eugene Leontovich in FIRES OF SPRING. To be reviewed. KIHGDOM OF GOD— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. Ethel Barry- more will open after these lines are writ ten. After an indeterminate run the same star will appear in THE LOVE DUEL in the same playhouse. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE JADE GOD— Playhouse, 410 South Michigan. Harrison 2300. An Oriental thriller and commendably scary, too. This observer does not care for scare plays. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE KIBITZER— Woods, 74 West Ran dolph. Central 8240. George Sidney invades the stock market in the tradition of a hundred Potash and Perlmutters. Synthetic, but satisfying, Hebrew comedy. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. CINEMA [See daily papers for whereabouts: page 28 for more copious comment.] THE COCK-EYED WORLD: Victor Mc- Laglen and Edmund Lowe in a vocal, violent and more or less vulgar sequel to What Price Glory. LUCKY STAR: Janet Gaynor and Charles Farrell in a partially vocal repetition of Seventh Heaven, The Miracle Man and other things. ILLUSIOH: Buddy Rogers and Nancy Carroll in their most successful illusion to date. WOMAN TRAP: Hay Skelly of Bur lesque in a picture like Ah'bt and an ex cellent entertainment. HARD TO GET: Dorothy Mackaill etches another flapper. FLIGHTS* CLEVELAND— Lv. 4:00 p. m. central time. Ar. 7:45 p. m. eastern time. Twelve-passenger tri-motored planes. DETROIT— Two planes daily. Lv. 9:15 a. m. Ar. 12:45 p. m. Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:30 p. m. Twelve-passenger tri- motored planes. (No Sunday service.) MINNEAPOLIS— Lv. 3:00 p. m. Ar. 6:50 p. m. Lv. 6:10 p. m. Ar. 10:40 p. m. Fourteen-passenger tri-motored planes. 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. * Central standard time. For reserva tions and information phone State 7111. [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan — Martin T. 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. VIII. No. 2— Oct. 12, 1929. Entered as second class matter, March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUECWCAGOAN 3 Chas * A ? Stevens * & * Bros PARIS to STEVENS rom duced he W Lew QrJilkoueile is Cyniroduce at our Formal Autumn Presentation Fa ASHION has been revolutionary this year. The mode is sensational —but alluring. Skirts are not only definitely longer, but long— even floor lengths for evening. Stevens take great pleasure in being among the first to sponsor the new mode. Our buyers have just returned from Europe and present the important Models of the leading Couturiers, as well as their reproductions. . . . Hats, Coats, Dresses — Lingerie, Corsets, Gloves, Jewelry and Hand bags, all the accessories to the Cos tume have been strongly influenced by the radical change in silhouette And their most interesting versions are herewith presented for your approval. 25 North State Street and The Stevens Hotel 4 TWE CHICAGOAN TABLES North LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. A suave and fashionable inn, entirely of the Gold Coast, well served, the best people, magnificent accommodations. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Largest of the class inns and an extremely civilized place to dine and dance any eveninc Jack Chapman's band. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Long Beach 6000. A very wholesomely conducted retreat for the diner and dancer pleased with a tune ful evening in the company of nice peo ple. Ted Fiorito's band is good. Service is adequate. Wildenhus is headwaiter. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. The Belmont is here mentioned as an extremely comforting kitchen handy to the mid-north side. Service is good. No dancing. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. A large and late danc ing place with a lavish show, g®od music, good people. And reasonably priced. Dave Bondi is headwaiter. VANITY FAIR— 803 Grace. Buckingham 3254. A modest enough place, but open until all sorts of ungodly hours. Fair entertaining. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. A late and wakeful club with music, merrymaking, handsome hostesses and a knowing clientelle under the smooth hand of Danny Barone. Ernie Hales is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Wakeful too in a Southern en vironment with a more lively dancing crowd than is ordinary in genuine night places. Southern and Chinese cooking, Hawaiian entertainers; hostesses also, and a break for anybody. Gene Harris is headwaiter. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. The very loudest night club habitually avoided by this observer, Kelly's is nevertheless a big time for a lot of people, most of whom you haven't met. It is late, lively, informal, cheap. Also it is a show place. Johnny Makeley is headwaiter. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A French parlor of delicates much attended these days and very well seen to in the kitchen. It is enlivened by a so-so band. It is furnished with private dining rooms. And altogether it is a good idea. Mons. Alphonse is in charge. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. The business of this place is to furnish and prepare sea foods. It does so to great applause every night until 4:00 A. M. Jim Ireland usually oversees in person. JULIEHS— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. An academy of the frog leg and scallop unsurpassed in the administration of these dishes. Tremendous portions served ad [listings begin on page 2] lib. Mama Julien oversees. Starting time 6:30 sharp. Telephone for reserva tions. ROCOCO TEA ROOM— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 1242. A Swedish parlor offer ing the resolute and succulent Nordic herring in astonishing variety together with very notable groceries no less resolute. THE RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. A German lyceum, eye taking and breath taking, in charge of Papa Gallaur, sponsor to enumerable Teutonic astonishers. TURKISH VILLGE— 606 N. Clark. Dela ware 1456. A rousing place anytime af ter 11:00 P. M., and not too doggone refined. GRATLINGS— 410 N. Michigan. A luncheon choice moderately exclusive and well patronized by good people. It is more to feminine than to masculine taste, perhaps. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. A luncheon and dinner place well patron ized by superior people and something of a show spot. It too is perhaps more feminine than masculine. Downtown BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. A hostelry de servedly known as a high point in local civilization. A splendid dinner to Mar- graff's band, superb service and genuine atmosphere of the authentic boulevard. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVEKS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous establish ment, yet smoothly brought to focus on the individual's needs. A wise luncheon choice. Doc Davis's band for dancing. Stalder is headwaiter. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. A mild show place rather dashingly conducted and famous for Peacock Alley and the Balloon Room, with Johnny Hamp's knowing band. Ray Barrette is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. A gracious inn admirably centered in the Town, The Palmer House offers a good table and a refreshingly good hotel orchestra. Muller is maitre d'hotel. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. A night club in the Russian manner frequented by the people whose names are genuinely news. Kinsky is chief servitor. Khmara is master of ceremonies. All in all the best of down town places for a night of it. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. This observer is not inclined to vote heavily on College Inn. It does, however, pro vide pretty fair entertainment, Dan Russo's band and a lot of people from somewhere. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERT'S 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. 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. SCHLOGL'S—tf 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. Franklin 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. 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. Hieronymus is proprietor. THE PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 1975. 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. South CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. Creole dining most elaborately presented at a knowing board all under the eye of Mons. Max, who is headwaiter, or Mons. Gaston, who is high priest and strolling philosopher amid the tables. One should consult these gentlemen before ordering a meal, prefer ably some hours before. It is grand. PLEASURE INN— 231 E. 35th. A show place in Chicago night life presided over by a Gloria Swanson. Well, if you like that sort of thing. FROLIC'S CAFE— 18 E. 22nd. Victory 7011. A late night club and a hard district which offers adequate goings on for ladies and gents who know their way about. It is not recommended for visit ing members of the Epworth League. GRANADA CAFE— 6800 Cottage Grove. Hyde Park 0646. Ted Weems' band gives rhythm to a young dancing crowd far out South. Any time a satisfactory evening. Places a Bit Novel THE VITTORIA— 746 Taylor. An Ital ian food parlor offering a splendid and unusual ravoli and tender chicken done in olive oil and leeks, all under the hand and eye of the good Signor Joe Ambra, who plays joyously upon the mandolin. Explore and rejoice. Mention The Chicagoan. STRULEVITZ— 1217 South Sangamon. A Hebrew temple of victualry which sets forth as notable a steak as is to be found hereabouts in an unusual neighborhood. The amiable Elias is proprietor. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lakepark Avenue. A French eating house superb in Gallic delicates and most jovially conducted, too. A noble choice for a quiet dinner party. TI4E CHICAGOAN 5 nnouncing Lake Shore Drive I HE completion of this dignified Tudor structure will afford the opportunity for a limited number of prominent Chi cago families to possess what is rightfully theirs — a spacious home on Chicago's incomparably finest residential boulevard. While the living rooms of each apart ment here face the Drive and Lake Michigan, the master bedrooms overlook quiet Stone Street — two blocks long and practically devoid of traffic. Sponsored and managed by us, pru dent purchasers may be assured that the same exacting standards of tenancy, ap pointments and service will prevail here, as in the other distinguished and success ful apartments entrusted to our care. Occupancy is planned for early Spring and investigation now is advisable. Typical apartments six to eleven rooms. Larger units may be arranged. ROSS & BROWNE Sales and Managing Agents PALMOLIVE BUILDING WHITEHALL 7373 Agent on Premises 6 TUECUICAGOAN BLUM'S VOGUE Where women gather whose wardrobes are a criterion to others ... there coats will be seen in sicjniticant numbers ...whose manner and bear ing . . .whose mastertul hand ling ot tlawless skins... have made our name tamous as creative turriers. &i urj—> CCMGRESS HOTEL BLOCK I his is a season otthe richest Turs . . . elegance must accom pany smartness, Lmbodging this, Matural Grey Broadtail, destined for an undisputed triumph, will reign throughout the dag, and tor evening, ROYAL RUSSIAM ERMIME. <fk CHICAGOAN THE new president of the Univer sity of Chicago began active duty in a way which proves that he is, indeed, an Admirable Crichton of Prexies. His first pub lic announcement carried the news of a million dollar gift. The old Merlin of the Midway, Dr. Harper, whose magic for attracting donations has become a myth, never worked faster. Thus the cachet of success has been promptly stamped upon the regime of youth in the university's administra tion. Hutchins has run the kick-off back for a touch down. The picture of him as a fortunate prince of edu cation does not seem to have been exaggerated. He has the golden touch. Mr. Stagg thinks that his influence may even improve the football material; and if this hap pens it will be conceded that he is capable of miracles. The unexpected million will add another choice example of collegiate Gothic to the university's noble quadrangles. Its donor, Max Epstein, wisely insists that a building to house study and research in the arts of design must be in itself a fine work of art. He provides a temple dedicated to art education at a university level, and opens the way for other gifts to maintain it in creative instruction. The Epstein donation promises to be a notable stimulus to the study of art as a cultural force. The school will probably form a working relationship with the Art Insti tute, and will devote itself to esthetic scholarship and philosophy rather than mere paint-mixing and the conven tional routine of the pseudo-Bohemian atelier. Many prob lems of organization and curriculum remain to be solved, and in undertaking the task the university opens a new chapter in its history of brilliant pedagogic pioneering. ? HOW to uniform the Black Horse Troop is under discussion by various Michigan Avenue boards of strategy as an important military question. This corps d' elite of civic centaurs, now in process of mobiliza tion, has ambitions to play the leading role in all public ceremonials that might be enhanced by caracoling, bit- champing and saber-rattling; and the matter of wardrobe is therefore to be taken seriously. The average American has a habit of mocking at ornate costume, but this crisis in the affairs of the embryo troopers is no time for a horse-laugh. Later on, perhaps, if the ebon riders should turn out for their first parade looking like lodge-brothers at a grand annual convention or honorary colonels at an inauguration, a sad, sweet smile will be permissible. There is a wealth of tradition for swagger cavalry uniforms, but none of it is American. The troopers of the United States armies have existed for frontier service, not for boulevard ornament. To find patterns of highly decorative horsemen we must turn to Europe, whose ball rooms and parade-grounds have always glittered with cuirassiers, uhlans, hussars, dragoons, chasseurs, lancers, Editorially spahis and cossacks. Over there, since the days of chivalry, cavalry has been a synonym for swank. But the Euro pean costume-plates contain dangerous seductions. If the Chicago chevaliers should go one step too far in sartorial magnificence, they will lapse from impressiveness into absurdity. They should avoid in particular the gaudy upholstery that was prevalent in the cavalry brigades of the Hohensollerns and Hapsburgs. Red is the best color to top off the black chargers — but can an American outfit wear scarlet jackets without betraying our memories of Bunker Hill and Yorktown? The gayest and richest of cavalry uniforms is the hussar's, with slung pelisse and busby-bag — but it has been made effeminate by comic opera tenors. Doubts and perplex ities increase with meditation; the problem demands the encyclopaedic wisdom of a Gilbertian major-general. Perhaps the best thing the Black Horse Troop can do is to place itself without reservation in the hands of the best military tailor in London, where the art of uniforming the equestrian class has been practised sedulously for centuries. But if our municipal knighthood wishes to remain within the pages of American history, its attention should be directed to our most picturesque uniform — the full dress of the West Point cadets. It is a garb for infantry, but it might be adapted for cavalry. In the gray and white regimentals that our military heroes have worn in their youth, the Black Horse Troop could ride down Michigan Avenue in romantic splendor without evoking a single wise-crack. CHICAGO'S currrent slogan seems to be, "Quick, Watson, the blueprints!" . . . Plans for superhigh ways through the West Side. Plans for the outer drive link bridge. Plans for a landscaping of the medical district slums around the county hospital. Deep waterway plans. River-straightening plans. Island-making plans. A Lama temple for the Potter Palmer site. A fountain of Tritons for Wacker Drive. . . . The blue-prints rustic through the air like autumn leaves in Vallombrosa. Some thing's going on in this man's town. Maybe we're going to have a World's Fair. ? CHICAGO had only six days during the three sum mer months of 1929 when the temperature was 90 degrees or higher. Cincinnati had seven; Indian apolis, eight; New York, ten; Detroit, ten; Omaha, twenty- six; St. Louis, twenty-seven; Kansas City, twenty-eight. In fact, the only large cities between the Atlantic and the Rockies which had fewer 90-or-above days than Chicago were Buffalo and Milwaukee. Critics of Chicago's climate are invited to look these sta tistics in the face, if they can bear the strain. TI4£ CHICAGOAN The JMost Jylodern Knsemble of All . . . Otioes and Alatcning Gloves In this day ot careful and elegant detail, it is as logical as it is chic that our slioes should match our gloves. .Tump 01 black suede . . . appli- qued with design of red and gunmetal kid . . . 18.50 jMatcking black kid gloves 5.00 SAKS- FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO NEW YORK TI4E CHICAGOAN When the Cubs Hibernate What Becomes of Murderers Row When the Murder s Done By WARREN BROWN REPORTORIAL science has estab lished, fairly well, a record of the doings of the professional ball player from his first chirp in the spring time to his last squawk in the fall. No such comprehensive survey has ever been made of the life of the diamond deni zen in his winter habitat. It is ac cepted, no doubt, that he survives this period, glorying over past achievements, sighing over past misdeeds, and hoping for a future that will bring big cheers and bigger contracts. Such is not the case at all. Your journeyman ball player is the same the country over. He dons his club's regimentals for the first time in the spring and longs for that day in October when he will not have to put those collarless shirts and half column pants on again. He tears off his club's regimentals for the last time in October and longs for the day when he will be able to report for the next spring train ing. He may work, in the winter months. He may gad about. He may hunt, or fish, or spend his time in idleness. But he never loses sight of the general rule of conduct set forth in the paragraph above. OUR Cubs, the champions of the National League, are no excep tions to the rule, though the World's Series huzsahing may echo after them long after less fortunate players have settled themselves down for the usual winter of discon tent. Just by way of being inquisitive, your reporter surrounded the Cubs re cently and cross-examined several of them, at length, on their plans for the win ter. The principal deduc tion was that fish and game are in for a tough winter, especially if some of Mur derers' Row are as efficient with hook and gat as they have been with ball and bat. Mr. "Hack" Wilson was the first to be interviewed. Mr. Wilson has many things on his mind. He has a venture in vaudeville, to begin with. He has the completion of his perusal of a copy of Rabelais that was lent him early last spring by your re porter. This volume has engrossed Mr. Wilson the summer long, but no direct improvement has been noticed in his base-running, for all of that practice at hitting the dirt in Rabelais. "The first thing I'm going to do," volunteered Mr. Wilson, "is to hoist a few." It might be added that this hoisting process is not even remotely connected with his hoisting baseballs into the eager clutches of right field bleacherites. Following the vaudeville, and the hoisting, Mr. Wilson will re tire to his estate at Martins- burg, W. Va., there to live out his life in peace and quiet. save for occasional lapses into Rabelais and such hoisting practice as he considers neces sary. "Sure, I'll come up for air once in a while during the winter," promises Mr. Wilson, "otherwise you guys would never hear from me until you spring that annual gag about me holding out." So much for Mr. Wilson. MR. ROGERS HORNS- BY intends to retire to his domain at Anglum, Mo., a full brassie shot out of St. Louis. He has a campaign of slaughter planned against birds and beasts. Who knows but what he may make an occasional bet on a good thing at New Orleans or Agua Caliente! Mr. Hornsby lives his own life, like he plays his own baseball, and Cal Coolidge is a complete broadcasting sta tion by comparison with Mr. Hornsby, the strong, silent man of Anglum, Mo. If you happen to see a slim, dark visaged young man winding up in preparation for "dusting off" a cus tomer with a bond, that will be Mr. Guy Bush, the Cubs' living proof that you don't have to graduate from col lege, nor yet be a ranking amateur golfer, to be a bond salesman. Mr. Bush winters in Chicago, which is just too bad for the folks at Sherman, Miss. It is only a matter of a few years since Mr. Bush was discovered con trolling the Mississippi flood of base hits. His discoverer, Jack Doyle, a Cub scout and a most truthful gentleman, insists that Mr. Bush, upon learning that he had been sold to the wicked city of Chicago, went into hiding for more than a week, and was found at Little Rock, Ark., apparently in train ing for big city duty. "He was afraid to come to Chicago," 10 TWE CHICAGOAN vouchsafes Doyle, "and now the guy is trying to sell me bonds — me who has sampled bonded stuff since the days of the old Baltimore Orioles!" MR. HAZEN ("KIKI") CUY- LER, America's nearest ap proach to Frank Merriwell, who neither smokes, drinks, nor cusses to any ex tent, spends his winter in keeping in shape for his summer. He is a big shot in Flint, Mich., where he runs, and plays with a professional basket ball team. He officiates in football games and spends his other moments in hunting. This winter he may give some time to card printing, for the al legation has been made that, following a Pittsburgh victory in the world's championship with Washington, Mr. Cuyler's new visiting cards read : "Mr. Hazen Cuyler, Star of the 1925 World's Series." Mr. Charles Grimm, who could become a vaudeville or radio celebrity any time he tires of chasing base hits — his own or the enemy's — - winters in St. Louis. Re search discloses that Mr. Grimm is a master at the banjo, the Jew's harp, and the comb. He can produce interesting sounds from other musical contraptions, the sax ophone barred. He draws well, with pen and ink and with crayons, and once per petrated an oil painting of Will Wrigley, Jr., and it may be merely a coincidence that shortly after this bit of advertising Will Wrigley, Jr., had dismantled an elec tric sign at 43 rd and Broad way, New York, that was the existing record holder for concentrated Edisonized bal- lyhooing of any given prod uct. Mr. Grimm sings in a hale and hearty fashion. My fa vorite numbers in his repertoire are Das est nicht ein garten hose! and When You Wore a Tulip, rendered in German. He is said to be a whale with a white-wash brush and is a wood carver, toy maker, and a good man with the stein. What this sort of person is going to do in the winter time is not going to be confined to any half page of any periodical, you may be sure of that. MR. JACKSON RIGGS STE PHENSON, who is rarely no ticed when he is about in the summer, can be expected to retire in the winter with no investigating committee on his trail. Stevie will have to worry until the end of November, when the foot ball schedule of the Crimson Tide of Alabama is completed. He used to be a star in that league, and you know those old grads. Mr. Stephenson can be depended upon to furnish his quota of fish and game for Akron, Ala., though it is eight to five, right now, that his catch will never reach the size of those that are the result of the en deavors of, well, Mr. Hazen Cuyler. Other Cubs will flit into winter quar ters, to be heard of seldom until the Magic Isle of Cata- lina calls them again next February. Mr. Joseph Vincent McCarthy, of course, will bring his magical apparatus to Buffalo. His principal trick, which he may have to spend the entire winter perfecting, will be the production of a third baseman out of a roll of Wrig' ley bank-notes. It will be a good trick, if he does it. Anecdote Pre-War THE South still bears a strong flavor of pre-war, and we mean pre'Civil War, days, it seems. Frank Breckin ridge, young La Salle Streeter, brings back this story: In Natchez, Miss., a town where there are more old and ornate man- sions than in any other its size in the South, the grandest and most ornate house has only the first floor painted and decorated. On the stairway to the second floor stand eight or ten pots of paint, and brushes. Decorators were starting on the second floor of the newly finished mansion when they heard of Fort Sumter, that the war was on. They left their brushes on the spot and ran to town to enlist. They never came back; the family's fortune was gone after the war, anyway, the job remained unfinished. It is still unfinished. But the cypress wood is in good condition. The cu pola, surmounting the rotunda, was the highest point in the South, before the war. And some day, Breckinridge re ports, the family plans to complete the mansion. — L- S. Football Rumors ] . McBulge is going to be ineligible. 2. McBulge has a 4.5 average and is in pre-medics. 3. The guards will be the most pow erful in eight years. 4. The guards are a couple of dudes and will be replaced by sophomores. 5. Last year's freshman team aver aged 205 pounds. 6. Only one man on last year's freshman team weighs over 160. 7. The stands will not have more than 12,000 in them for the biggest game. 8. They are going to build upper decks to take care of the overflow. 9. The line will be strong and the backs weak. 10. The backs will be unusually strong and the line terrible. — d. c. P. TWE CHICAGOAN n The Lager Beer War An Almost Forgotten Uprising of a Free Citizenry in 55 DURING the 'Fifties and 'Sixties the busiest corners in Chicago were made by Clark and Randolph Streets, where stood the court house and city hall, the Sherman House, The Chicago Tribune, and the tall building occupied by A. H. Miller, the jeweler, below, and Dyrenforth's Business Col lege above. But the first memorable busy day there came with the lager beer riots and their culmination on Sat urday, April 21, 1855. The whole episode is of interest now as showing tendencies nearly seventy-five years ago which are by no means extinct in the Chicago community today. The Know-Nothing party, that sad forerunner of the Ku Klux Klan of our own generation, for the first and last time in local history carried the municipal election in the year just named with its simple platform of "Put none but Americans on guard." The campaign had abounded in venom and scurrility. The Roman Catholics were excoriated by the Native Americans, so called, because they were largely By WALLACE RICE Irishmen who spoke with a brogue, or Germans who spoke with an accent, and the other Germans, largely Luth erans, came in for a full share of abuse because they extracted a joy out of their Sundays which was denied those whose only notion of suitable amuse ment on such a day comprised long faces and promenades in cemeteries. Dr. Levi Day Boone was duly chosen mayor of the city and a city council was elected to back him, largely men from New England. Just why Boone, who came from a spot near Lexington, Ky., where the best bourbon whiskey in the world was being made, and the New Englanders, all brought up for at least seven generations on excellent native rum, should have been such hearty advocates of the strict prohibi tion law proposed by the legislature at Springfield for referendum in the ap proaching July election, can only be surmised, but Thoreau's observation that "A Yankee's idea of hell is a place where he has to mind his own busi ness" may throw light on the question, coupled with the fact that the Irish and Germans were against prohibition almost to a man. GEORGE ADE said once that wherever he had gone in the United States he had found Irish po licemen, and suggested that we should annex Ireland and raise our own po licemen. But Chicago under Boone had no Irish policemen; none but Americans were put on guard. It sounds incredible now, and it would hardly have been believed then if it hadn't happened. And there weren't any Germans allowed on the force, either. Boone was certain that the prohibi tion law was going to pass, but he couldn't wait. On his suggestion the city council raised the saloon license from fifty to three hundred dollars and would only license then for the three months which closed in July. An old and long obsolete law closing saloons and pretty much everything else on Sunday was dug out of obscurity and "Fred, you must nod to Cousin Flattie in the ninth row" 12 THE O-IICAGOAN "No, this isn't a commission piece. I'm just knocking this one out as a whim" the saloons ordered closed by the may or's proclamation. Many did not close, and a number of their proprietors, Irishmen and Germans all, were ar rested and brought before Justice H. L. Rucker in the police court on Monday, March 26. There it was agreed to make a test case, and notice was duly given that an adverse decision would be appealed. Things began to happen. Mass meetings were held, enthusiastic ones, chiefly on the North Side, where ora tory and beer rivaled one another in flow. A campaign paper, The Anti- Prohibitionist, was published for free distribution. Protest was made against Justice Rucker on account of his ex pressed prejudices. There were several continuances of the test case, and the day was finally set for trial on Friday, April 20. Personal liberty was felt to be at stake by our naturalized citizens, and they were told by their opponents that they didn't know what personal liberty meant. ON the Friday a hundred men pre- ceded by a drummer marched on the City Hall after a parade through the downtown streets, intending to be present at the trial. They entered the court house square, and stayed there until they learned that Rucker was out of town and wouldn't be back until the next day — and the next day it was. It was a good many more than a hundred, with a fifer as well as a drum mer, that marched over from the North Side that Saturday, and by 11 o'clock the Sherman House corner was so packed that traffic was stopped. Mayor Boone gave orders to the native police to clear the streets and disperse the mob. There was plenty of bad feeling and it showed itself in even worse words. Nobody knows who fired the first shot, but it was fired, and the thing started. The mayor swore in a hundred and fifty home-grown policemen and called out the Chicago Flying Artillery and the Chicago Light Guard. He also called out the Irish Montgomery Guards, which were hardly None-but- American guards in that day. In the afternoon a second invasion from the North Side got across the river — part of it did, for Boone ordered the bridge swung when half of it was over and had the volunteer fire companies ready with their hand-pump engines and hose to drown the advance. The Artil- lery, with its two dinky six-pounders, was ordered to defend the City Hall, and there was a heated argument over the best way to protect a four-sided structure with only two guns, finally solved by having one stationed at Clark and Randolph and the other at La Salle and Washington Streets. ON June 15 seventy men were put on trial for rioting and the trials lasted until June 30. It was a lager beer war and those involved were largely Germans. But all were ac quitted except two Irishmen, and they were acquitted on appeal. The election was duly held in July, and the prohibition law was beaten in both state and city.- General James Shields, as Irish an Irishman as ever fought a battle, became United States senator. Peace and plenty ensued around the Sherman House for six years, and then Colonel James A. Mul ligan's Irish Brigade and Colonel Friedrich Hacker's Black Jaeger Regi ment marched away to do their full share in preserving the Union. TUt CHICAGOAN 13 cm IN the first place it is hard to know what to call him. To the Town at large he is the mysterious and distant "Smith of the T^ews," easy to see and hard to fathom — the man who gives short, tense in terviews to anxious people who come with "causes" and complaints. Per sons who see him more often are up against it. If they address him as "Smith" he is embarrassed, thinking that he has chilled a friend. His sig nature is "Henry Justin Smith" but you can't call a man that to his face. He is too stern to be called "Harry" and too much of a humorist to be ticketed with the Babbitish "H. J.", too dignified to be greeted as "Henry" and too friendly to be called "Mister Smith." The devil only knows what The Daily J<[ews staff has been through in trying to figure out what to call this managing editor of theirs. Knowing how he snaps the head off anyone who criticises them, and what honest affec tion he has for them, they feel like hailing him by something informal, but when they are up against that hawk-face of his and brusque nerves, they realize it can't be done. He is as difficult, and as winning, as one of Dumas' Gascons, proud and yet sort of wistful, sensitive and gentle, an awful fellow to have a fight with, the type that has a hundred friends for every intimate. Ever since he came to the T^ews, in 1899, he has been a puzzle to the peo ple there, so warm and yet so aloof, so brittle of temper and yet so in credibly "white." Even after you have worked for him for years, you can't put a handle and a tag on him and say, "I know this fellow back wards." All you can do is to put down some facts about him and let them explain him if they can. OLD Charley Faye, the dynamic managing editor of The Daily TSjews, was sitting in his office one day in 1899 when Smith, a spare, white- faced boy of 24, came asking for a job. "What do you want to do?" asked Faye, who was unusually genial that day on account of a grand scooping he had given the Journal. "I should like to write editorials," CAGO/A Smith of the News By LLOYD LEWIS said the boy. "I've been writing them for two years on the Baptist Standard. I got through the University of Chi cago and was offered a job teaching English in Colby College, Maine. But the more I thought about teaching Tennyson and Browning in Maine, the sicker I got of it, so I took up edi torial writing instead. I'd like to write them here." "Well," said Faye, "supposing W. D. Kerfoot were to die tonight, what would you have The Daily l^iews say tomorrow?" Kerfoot, at the time, was almost as thundering a figure in the town as is Sam Insull today, but Smith of the Baptist Standard had never heard of him and said so; whereupon Faye led him into the city room, whose walls were patterned in modernistic tobacco, and put him to work reporting at twelve dollars a week among the roar- ingest, wildest gang of mustang-re porters the city then held. How profound a shock this was to Smith can only be understood if you know a little of his history. Nf HE was about the last white child born in the classic old district at 35th and Ellis, there where the first University of Chicago stood on ground donated by Stephen A. Douglas. The house in which he was born was at the extreme Southern end of the city, with Hyde Park a suburb two miles beyond, and of afternoons infant Smith would allow his father, the mild and scholarly Justin A., to fly his kite for him, even as high as the stone head of Steve Douglas, who, then as now, stood on his monument looking at the sun come up each morning out of the lake. Some ten years ago Smith went back to see his birthplace in its now-colored neighborhood. As he approached, his heart stood still, for a brass plate was beaming on the door. Fame had come at last. He tip-toed nearer to read the inscription. It said "Excel sior Laundry." Both in this home, which he left at the age of three, and in the family's new quarters in the Baptist Seminary of Morgan Park, the boy was entirely surrounded by Biblical atmosphere. His father, in addition to editing The Baptist Standard, lectured in the semi nary, and young Smith spent five years on a lonely tricycle, pedaling softly up and down the halls, while over the transom of room after room came the solemn voices of preachers teaching pioneer boys how to go out and spread the evangel of the Baptist God. What so Puritan an upbringing did to the boy is guess-work and would probably be exaggerated any way you took it, for his father was full of gentle liberal ism and was by no means one to howl for infant damnation and other in heritances of New England evangelism. Nevertheless, Smith grew up schol arly, studious, apart from scrambling kids of the street and apparently head ed for cloistered halls. But he had had a grandfather whose blood now stirred a little too strongly, an old man dead and in the ground who in his day had been considerable of a hell-roarer, a New York State captain who dis ciplined his company for the War of 1812 with a long blacksnake whip. And Smith had had a great-grandfather who was with Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga. As Smith came to the age of 24, these old gentlemen got out of their graves 14 TUECUICAGOAN and took the boy away from the teach ers and preachers and sent him down town into journalism, thereby causing, in time to come, a lot of trouble for Messrs. Len Small, Wm. Hale Thomp son, Fred Lundin and Billy Lorimer, the blonde boss, all enemies of The Daily J^ews. From both sides of the family the boy inherited Puritan and French blood, and the result of all this clash of Gascon heat and English idealism, blacksnake whips and Baptist Stand' ard, put the bashful, intense young fellow "on the spot" where the scrambling city was most turbulent. NEWSPAPER work does queer things with people. Here was Smith, spoiling to write editorials, big stories, fine essays, anything, and, within a year, he was on the copy desk untangling the English of wild-eyed reporters. A few months later, he was assistant city editor and, in a year, city editor, one of the youngest the Town ever saw. Early he cultivated that piratical Jesse James moustache that he wears to this day, a link between himself and Mark Twain, whom he additionally resembles in his warm-hearted pessi mism. No affectation is this swagger ing, ironic moustache; it has the look of a blacksnake whip. As city editor he nearly died learn ing the business, but Charley Faye, who knew brains when he saw them, put in an extension phone to the city desk and howled, stormed, ramped un til Smith knew the Town, too. In 1907 Smith stepped up to the assist ant managing editor's post and in 1913 to news editor, a job that has been a pivotal one since that day, and which Smith left to Brooks Beitler in 1924 when the University of Chicago, need ing a public relations man, borrowed Smith from Victor Lawson, publisher of the paper. Henry Justin Smith as a press agent! How could the shy boy from the Baptist Seminary even if he had grown older, master the brassy tech nique of crashing cold editorial gates? How could the pessimistic editor be come the optimistic glad-hander? The answer was, "Easy." The same naked nerve that had forced him, as a high brow kid to ride the mustang-reporters from the city-desk saddle, and as man aging editor in later years, to bluff into tractability "Big Tim" Murphy, the racketeer, who wanted to lick him, this same courage made him quite a space- grabber. With the exception of 18 months at this "booster" job, Smith has always been on The Daily J^ews, fol lowing Charles A. Dennis up the lad der, always accompanied by Fred Chappel as his associate. When he returned to the paper in 1926, after its purchase by the group of which Walter A. Strong was chief, he was called, "managing editor." So much for newspaperdom and Smith, for the poet who somehow got fastened into an executive's chair, a Gascon swordsman who was never quite able to shake off Puritan chains. AS an author, as he is better known outside Chicago, Smith is even more of a puzzle. Critics never know any more what to call his books than Chicagoans know what to call him when they meet him. They agree that he writes beautifully, but they dis agree as to whether he is harsh and pessimistic or sentimental and poetic. Between 1899 and 1919 Smith wrote hundreds and hundreds of thousands of words, not for the T^ews but for the return mail. Not a word would the magazines or publishers buy. The old Puritan blood wouldn't compromise. There was only one way to write a story, the realistic way, and Smith wouldn't romance it up for anybody. Then the age began to get ripe for his stuff. Smith ripened, too. Paris helped him. Living there as Daily Thews' cor respondent for six months, he saw the town, its museums, its galleries, through the eyes of his linguist-artist wife, with whom, incidentally, he plays duets from Debussy of evenings. Coming home to Chicago he found a great writing whoop-de-doodle in the air. Two independent artists on his staff, Carl Sandburg and Ben Hecht, were writing books, seated side by side and, at one time, staging a big literary quarrel over a waste-paper basket. Keith Preston was arriving. Harry Hansen was book editor. Every body ate and gabbled in Schlogl's res taurant. Covici-McGee opened a pub lishing house in the hind-end of their Washington street bookstore. Hecht wrote a play for Leo Ditrichstein and made a speech opening night at the LaSalle Theater wearing Newt Tarble's dinner jacket, which fitted him badly. Wallace Smith was drawing pictures for Hecht 's Fantazius Mallare and the postal authorities were prosecuting the boys. As boss of most of the crew, Smith had to step. He wrote Dead' lines and it turned out to be the most realistic thing ever done about news paper life and was adopted as such by foreign universities. The Russian soviet government, comically enough, circulated it as "an expose of the American capitalistic system." One of the Deadlines characters, Josslyn, who was largely Smith himself, grew into a novel. Innocents Aloft, a series of foreign sketches, was next, and more recently Smith has done a novel, The Poor Devil, and two-thirds of Chicago; the History of Its Reputation, which is filled with the trembling thrill the city is forever giving him. TOWARD writing, Smith has the same attitude that an Indian has for oratory. A redskin never lets his poetry or imagination be seen in any thing but his prepared speeches; he's stoic until he gives an oration, when he cuts loose with surprising free-verse imagery. Smith is like that, pretty silent by day, unless exasperated or touched by something somebody does for him, at which times he is respec tively violent or stammering for the moment, but when he writes he is all lit up with sentiment. He may hide it for a page or two, under realism or sardonic tenseness, but it's there — plenty. Once, nine years ago, his gruffness and sentiment got together with sig nificant results. Smith had fired three successive of fice boys for sleepiness. Each was a ballroom addict, dancing the nights away and snoozing of days at The Daily Tiews. When the last had gone, Smith called up the Y. M. C. A. em ployment office in full heat "I'm sick of office boys who dance," he howled. "Send me a one-legged boy and hurry!" The best the agency could do was to send him a little Italian hunchback, who stole into the office and sat across the desk from Smith, showing nothing but his big eyes. "You're hired," said Smith. The boy's name was Simon Moraco, he who ruled all the Thews' copyboys, gangs of them, and, from a high-seat nearby, managed Smith like a son for nine years. So vivid a personality was this sec retary that once, when an office boy of some weeks standing was asked to take a note to Mr. Smith, he asked, "Smith? Who's he? Oh, you mean that fellow who works in Simon's office?" TUECUICAGOAN 15 '^0^^l^ry The Private Office Being a Description of Noted Sanctums of the Town By ROMOLA VOYNOW A MAN'S home may or may not be his castle. In either case he usually has nothing whatever to say about its site, its size, or any of its trappings or its furbelows. His private office is something on which he can lay out personal care and expensive equip ment, something in which he can ex press his inhibitions, or bring to real ization concealed ideas as to what constitutes art in interior decoration and official comfort; it is something in which he can portray grandiose ambi tion, house his pet collection, give full sway to his fads and his hobbies. Take, for example, the office of Mel- vin A. Traylor of the First National Bank. Mr. Traylor 's massive desk stands at one end of a room some 20 feet long, at right angles to a handsome black marble fireplace which is adorned with a beautiful screen, andirons and tongs of highly polished brass. The walls are paneled to the ceiling in lus trous walnut, with a double spread of French windows looking out on the murky street. Carpeting is a cheerful shade of red which sets off to advan tage the brown wood of the walls. Ranged around the walls are a number of fabulously comfortable chairs, uphol stered respectively in green and red leather. At the far end of the room and facing Mr. Traylor's desk is a mammoth leather couch. Light comes from a hanging chandelier, luminous and white, and the only wall decoration is a pastel portrait of the Traylor chil dren which hangs over the fireplace. The painting looks doubly delicate by virtue of the contrast with the solid panels on the wall. CROSSING a beautifully equipped ante-room, one opens the door to the office of Frederick Rawson, co- chairman of the board of directors of the First National. His sanctuary, too, is walnut paneled and spacious, with latticed French windows on two sides of the chamber. Here the floor is car peted with a soft green fabric. The incidental chairs and couches are all of Morocco red leather. The fireplace in this instance is white. Over it hangs a picture of James Forgan, which Mr. Rawson so treasured that he sent it all the way to Sweden to be refinished. Near the door is an old portrait of Steven Rawson, father of Frederick, 16 TUECUICAGOAN the founder of the Union Trust Com pany. In striking contrast to these two is the unpretentious room where Rufus Dawes conducts most of his banking business. On the 16th floor at 111 West Monroe Street Mr. Dawes shares a suite with two other men. His room contains two upholstered chairs covered in a pale blue tapestry; they look rest ful, much used. Other furniture is leather-covered and looks far from new. The conference table in the center bears the scars of many years' wear, and the huge desk is ignominiously pushed into a corner. On one wall hang the med als of the presidents of the United States, in wooden frames. Other wall decorations are portraits of Mr. Dawes' father and uncle, both bearded gentle men, and a number of very fine etch ings. On a little table at one side is a small radio set. Window drapes are red velvet. The office of Mr. Dawes' son, Charles, which is almost directly across the street, is still more modestly fur nished. It is quite small to house so important a personage, and its furni ture is all of worn black leather, redo lent of the last century. The main ornament is a portrait of Rufus Dawes in a heavy frame, and photographs of various members of the family, includ ing Uncle Henry and Uncle Charles, the latter in military outfit, with Helen Maria in hand. UNCLE CHARLES, when last he had an office in Chicago, shared one with J. E. Otis which Mr. Otis has now all to himself. The room is, how- "—and you may quote me as standing unalterably opposed to the recogni- ion of Russia!" Hon of ever, large enough to provide for two bankers. In one corner of the Cen tral Trust company's quarters, it is striking by virtue of its subdued at mosphere. The windows are hung with blue brocade, beautiful enough to grace any drawing room or study; and the windows are at least twelve feet tall. The ceiling displays huge cross beams of the same wood with which the walls are panelled; the room is lighted by a hanging alabaster chan delier. Floor carpeting matches the drapes in color, and the room is en tered through two ante-rooms which are similarly panelled in somber wood. Much brighter in coloring and tone is the room in which William Wrig ley, Junior, broods over various destinies. Mr. Wrigley 's office is on one of the top floors of the Wrigley building, and is triangular in shape. From the base to the apex, this queerly shaped office triangle measures 40 feet. Most of it is taken up by a highly polished walnut conference table, oval in shape. The walls are walnut, and Mr. Wrigley's desk and all his fur niture is of the same wood. He sits at the far end of the room, facing the door, with windows lining the walls on both sides to admit the sunshine which pours in all day long. The office is never without its ten vases of flowers, and among its ornaments are a series of gilt-framed oil paintings, a portrait of Mr. Wrigley and a bust of him. FOURTEEN floors below Mr. Wrigley, Lawrence Whiting has an office. It is the same room exactly, but on the second floor, and it is one of the half dozen that Mr. Whiting maintains in Chicago. Here the con ference table is oblong, and of mahog any. There is a mahogany desk. Mr Whiting sits in an armless mahogany swivel chair; the other chairs are of black leather. The sole ornament is a portrait of his father, done in oils. The famous firm of O'Connor and Goldberg boasts a pair of beautiful of fices, which set each other off to per fection. Mr. O'Connor's desk is in a chamber ' whose dominant color is a valiant green. Green are the O'Con nor walls, which have an antique finish and which are trimmed in silver. The desk appointments are of metal, finely worked. There is a black marble fire place against one wall and French win dows break into the opposite one, over a green window seat. Mr. Goldberg's sanctum is as Eng- TUtCUICAGOAN 17 "Do open this door, my man, won't you?" lish as his partner's is French in tone. The windows are diamond paned, with wrought iron bindings, and dark red velvet curtains looped across. The window seat is dark brown. The one un-Tudor object is the soft purple carpet. AMONG business women, Dema Harshbarger has probably the loveliest office. It is rounded on two sides, which are made up entirely of windows, and they look out on no less gorgeous a scene than the lake front at Congress street and Buckingham Fountain. Walter A. Strong's office in the new Daily T<{ews building is an exact copy of the banquet hall in the old Victor Lawson home on Lake Shore Drive. Not the least of its features is a private open air porch which commands a beautiful view of the city. Herman Black, publisher of the Chicago Ameri can, has a sumptuous office, indeed. His tooled leather desk fittings are priceless; the pastels on his walls are exquisite. His office has the further distinction of having been one of the first in the city to boast of an adjoin ing tiled shower bath. CONSIDER the office of Albert D. Lasker, in the Palmolive Build ing. The floors are parquet, stained dark and highly polished. The dark desk and the chairs are antiques, but sturdy antiques. The desk faces the door and has its back to double French doors that lead out to the 18th floor terrace of the building. From here, when he chooses, Mr. Lasker can view the city in its entire length from north to south, and almost all the way west. On the walls hang autographed pic tures of Roosevelt, Harding and Coolidge, all of whom were Mr. Lask- er's personal friends. So is Charles Cur tis, as the inscriptions on his photo graphs show. On the walls also hang framed copies of the Free Press of Gal veston, Texas, which Mr. Lasker edited as a boy of 12. The room is panelled m oak. Two great globes stand in op posite corners. Immediately adjoining the room on one side is the directors' room; off a little hall on the other side is the famous private barber shop. It is perfectly equipped with a barber's chair, a wash basin, and all the barber's tools. When Mr. Lasker retires there to have his face shaved every morning he can rest his eyes by ex amining the white pine woodwork and bright wall paper with its veneer of varnish. Higher up in the same structure is the office of Burt Massee of the Col- gate-Palmolive-Peet company. Mr. Massee roosts on the 36th floor. The walls of his den are panelled in Afri can Bubinga wood, specially imported for its present use. There are two murals done by David Leavitt of Chi cago. One of them represents Palm and the other Olive. Mr. Emil Wetten depends largely on photographs of famous friends to decorate his walls. Coroner Bunde- sen hangs pictures of his family wher ever wall space permits. Anton Cer- mak indulges himself with a huge suite in the County Building, wherein is contained a luxurious shower and other masculine comforts. The sole "modernistic" office, al though the owner is certain to object to the adjective, discovered in the city is that belonging to Architect John Root. High up at 333 North Michi gan he has his office with silver walls, and all metal furniture. Dominating colors are blue and black. 18 TUtCUICAGOAN TUtCUICAGOAN 19 TOWN TALK Cowboy A CONDUCTOR on a north side bus sings Oh Bury Me Tipt on the Lone Prairie in an authentic cowboy whine. When not taken up with the professional courtesies of his calling he arranges the names of the streets into a cu- rious doggerel. Beginning at Howard Street, he names streets on the southward j o u r n e y to the waltz tune, Good' bye, Old Paint. For us he tried a variation of this with Whoopee Ti Ti To, Git Along Little Dogies, but the metrics were too much for him. He sings, he says, be cause he once rode range and range songs are all the songs he knows. Be sides, a man gets lonesome riding the back of a bus. Railroads CHICAGO, the railroad center of America, is also the home of many executives of the different roads. However, in the person of Hubert Heitke, who resides on Montrose Ave nue, we have at last discovered Amer ica's premier railroad magnate. He operates and owns, sans stockholders, a complete railway system, represent ing the very finest equipment, the highest speed, the ultimate in service — but all in miniature. Heitke, a native of Austria, was a toy maker by profession. A few years ago he and his brother, after viewing a rather elaborate Christmas display at Field's, hit upon the idea that per haps it might be a novel and profitable plan to operate a miniature electric railroad for the amusement of young children. The two brothers pooled their resources, invested in a few toy trains and trackage, and set this equip ment up in a small basement. Soon they were ready for business. The Christmas season, with its many juve nile parties, stimulated their new ven ture. The surrounding neighborhood got to know them. Fame was wide spread among the small boys — and a goodly number of the girls, too. For ten cents a customer was allowed to share in the operation of a train for the whole of fifteen minutes. The beginning of this enterprise was naturally small. However, in a few months the expansion of business made a change of location necessary. Child customers began to talk up the Heitke emporium at home. Proud parents, just because they wished to see the children happy, accompanied them to the railroad center. So keenly did they promote this juvenile mirth, that in a short time they, too, began "playing train." Matters soon had to come to a climax. With parental in terference, and blundering, the trains began to go out of commission. Heitke, in desperation, made a ruling that no adults could "play train." An adult, we learn, is one over sixteen. There were, alas, many disappointed stock brokers, who were realizing their boyhood railroad ambitions among the "adults." In order to satisfy these whims, Heitke has turned over one evening each week to "adults only." He is usually booked up for a month in advance. The astonished cellar now sees rotund business men hopping over this track or that — from one switch to another, in order to see that the "Twentieth Century" arrives at the central station on time. Many organizations are regular customers. Among them are all professions, from clergymen down. The brothers have now divided. One has started a sim ilar institution in New York. A cousin in looking over the field in Philadelphia. Rain IN the canyons between tall buildings twilight has come, although it is only two o'clock in the afternoon. Groups have gathered in the en trances to the office-buildings and un der dripping awnings. Some are re cruited from grey shadows that dart to and fro across the rain-swept street, others still un tried hesitate be fore plunging in to the torrent. Girls run on high heels over the slippery pave ments like chil dren on stilts. Men put up little tents of newspa per over new fall hats. Taxis swerve close to the curb and are hailed simultaneously by lady shoppers and bank presidents. Hole-in-the-wall res taurants do breathless business. The Wrigley building is a Whistler etching against the dull sky. A little girl stares in the florist's window where everlast ing flowers are tied in bunches of yel low and orange. The tailor on our street, who presses men's clothes, clasps his hands to gether and lifts a desert-bred Semitic face to the sodden sky. Military WE never hear argument as to the future employment of cav alry without being reminded of an an swer given by a student cavalry officer at the University of Illinois. One of the questions on his advanced-course examination was: "What is the func tion of cavalry?" The perplexed cadet scratched his head, decided to bluff. He wrote: "The function of the cavalry, I take it, is to lend tone to an engagement which would otherwise degenerate into a dis orderly brawl." Collector BEING a report by a young woman who decided to look into the book collecting business, and to do so by first interviewing a prominent collector: I asked him what about book-collect ing in Chicago. He replied, nothing. I then asked him if there were many collectors in the city. He answered, too many. Are there any bargains to be picked 20 TUECUICAGOAN "Can I interest you in a book, Sir? in the second-hand book shops, I queried. He exploded rapidly three times: No, no, no! What is that, I questioned, pointing to a brown paper parcel that he car ried beneath his arm. Some Chinese Ghosts, Lafcadio Hearn, first edition, perfect condition, with an inscription by the author, he boasted. You found it, I prompted him. In a second floor book-shop. You paid — Thirty cents, he said. Tomorrow you will sell it for enough to have kept the author in food and lodging for a year. Today, he countered, looking at the clock, which then pointed to five-thirty, daylight-saving time. And the man to whom you are sell ing it will give it a place of honor in his book-shelves, reverence it for its un excelled beauty and perfect craftsman ship. He will read the inscription "To my good, good friend" with ten derness and envy. And each time he draws it out he will think what a lucky man he is. Lucky, the collector said, shifting his brown paper parcel from one arm to the other, I'll say. He can afford to hold it for five years and then he'll double, maybe triple, his purchase price. Lucky— you're right, he's lucky! Good bye. Signs REMINISCENT of another genera tion is the sign Horseshoeing dan gling from a rusted bar above the door of an abandoned smithy on Clark Street and York Place. However, signs of the home-inspiration variety rarely have such historical significance. They are more often an index to the characters of their perpetrators, giving swift and comic touches of personality to an otherwise colorless neighborhood. Take the grocer on Sheffield Avenue and Clay Street who entices customers with his neat slogan in gold letters, EcoMony Grocery. Or the correct and fastidious gentleman who breeds and sells Feminine Canaries in his home on Garfield Avenue near Orchard. What refined canaries! What a delicate tradesman! But like a Cezanne among oil repro ductions of Whistler's Mother is the sign on Division and Western Avenue among signs. Who hasn't heard or in herited stories of the Four Cohans? The Four Cohns on West Division Street are content to carve their fame out of something with a more substan tial appeal than the frivolity of the theater. They deal in shoes, retail, Florsheim. Feature THE death of Eddie Foy, glamor ous clown, whose antics for a Chi cago audience were still tinged with memories of the Iroquois horror and Mr. Foy's bravery on that dreadful matinee stage, was moving copy for the feature writer. Perhaps the best Foy feature ap peared in The Daily Kiews under the byline of Meyer Levin. The story ran a column and a half. It captured the emotions and held them inexorably un til the entire tale was told. To quote (rhetorically) from The Front Pagey "even the telegrapher was crying" The 7<[ews copy desk, however, ex perienced other emotions. As turned in to the desk, the story was a wonder. It had everything. It sounded all the. stops. It recounted a gentle life re plete with the tinsel and tragedy of the stage. It mused sadly upon the whims of the great Stage Director and his fitful shadow shapes in an endless farce before a bored world. It merited amply a page one top column. But, alas, nowhere in the symphony evoked by Mr. Levin appeared the name of the deceased subject, Eddie Foy. Culture A SALESMAN at the new Hale shop on upper Michigan avenue, dedicated to the worthy cause of mak ing bedrooms more beautiful, is the authority for the news that more of fancy, long legged boudoir dolls, TUECUICAGOAN 21 "Well, I've always been a straight kid, haven't I?" dressed in gold lace and taffeta, are sold in Chicago than any other city in the world. We refrain from concluding any thing. Horse THE White Horse Inn, notable dur ing World's Fair days, offered a white steed as its emblem, a splendid animal for an inn which was itself a replica of a famous London tavern. The horse should have outlegended Pegasus. He is of a time earlier than the Fair and was brought to it by a certain Fred Holland, owner of the Chicago tavern. He stood at 1073 Lake Street and was as noted as the ales of the establishment. In 1896 Hol land sold his tavern to Harry Price, who saw to it that the steed's prestige did not decline; Price's liquors were excellent. Three years later Mr. Price moved his stock to a nearby corner and gave the horse into the tender hands of Mr. Barney J. Fitzpatrick, long a customer of Holland's and Price's and owner of a thrifty teaming establishment on what is now Western Avenue. Handsomely, Mr. Fitzpatrick changed the name of his business to The White Horse Es- press Company. For thirty years he groomed the emblem. Then he died. His was a grand funeral. The White Horse has since fallen into neglect. It is now the color of coal dust. Part of the noble head has been torn away. It is left to the ele ments and to scornful neighbors. Now and then people unknowing of its great past drop in to enquire after a blacksmith shop or a veterinary. How fitful is a potential legend! Well, we commend the matter to lo cal fanciers of Americana. Club EXCLUSIVE? Rather. In fact, the Children's Recreation Club is probably the most exclusive club in Town. Members range in age from two to 14 years, which gives the club another individual feature. The club, differing yet again from other organizations of like name, was not organized solely for social or athletic purposes, although these departments are fully developed. It is, in reality, a school located in the Drake Hotel, now open for the fifth year of its existence. "Club rooms" are located on the ninth floor and the members, or pupils, have free access to a wind swept roof overlooking the lake which is frequently used as a play ground. Pupils of the school, if they avail themselves of its afternoon sessions, play under the supervision of teachers, and when weather makes the roof un suitable they may repair either to the beach, to the grounds of the Casino club, or to a public playground in the vicinity. Many schools for young chil dren have transportation facilities for pupils, but not one of them, perhaps, provides thus lavishly; the Recreation 22 TUECUICAGOAN Club scorns to take its members to school by bus. Instead, children are called for and delivered in limousines, in each one of which is a teacher, and not one of which ever carries more than four children. The school is proud that never once has it been forced to close because of an epidemic. Last year, for example, the majority of priv ate schools in the city were closed any where from three weeks to three months because of successive waves of influenza, chicken pox, etc. Yet pupils of the Drake's seat of learning escaped miraculously from the widespread con tagion. The school is open 12 months of the year, but the summer term omits regular study courses and provides only for scientifically supervised play. The inculcation of languages is an outstand ing feature of the school system, and every afternoon the pupils are subjected to a period during which the language spoken is one other than English — usu ally French. Afternoon courses are largely devoted to play, under which heading comes dancing classes. The youngest dancers are initiated into the mysteries of folk dancing, and follow the dance through its complete evolu tion into the form it has taken in the modern ballroom. The Drake is not the only hotel in the city that harbors a school. The Hotel Belmont boasts a very fine one, for children of the primary grades, the Park Lane has a well patronized kinder garten, and several of the larger hotels on the south side likewise shelter educa tion institutions for small children. Lobby A SKYSCRAPER apartment build ing on the near north side locks its outermost lobby door promptly at 1 1 o'clock each night, after which all home comers as well as visitors must ring the bell in order to have the ele vator lad unbar the portal and permit their entrance. The reason for such precaution dates back several months to the time when the building had just been completed. The final touch was the furnishing of the elegant lobby, which is heavily pan elled in walnut, and which was further enhanced by the presence of a thick green, modishly patterned rug, a con sole and mirror in the very latest and most expensive fashion, a low and al luring couch, and a square, handsome stand for the house telephone. Furnishings were installed on a Wednesday. On Thursday morning at 3 o'clock when the elevator man de scended from a trip to the upper stories he rubbed his perplexed eyes. The softly lighted lobby was as bare as a new born babe, and not a plant nor a chair nor an inch of rug remained of all the luxurious decorations! Some alert thief had carted away the trim mings in the twinkling of what must have been a decidedly expert eye. An guished owners of the building called the interior decorators next day and sadly repeated their order for duplicates of everything that had vanished from the premises. Ever since then they have ordered that the outside door of the building be locked at 11 o'clock. Eleven o'clock is, so far as one build ing is concerned, a most definite curfew. Old Houses SIMPLE old gentlemen of the Col onies would be considerably amused by the fuss and technicalities that surround the business of setting up and furnishing a home these days, since they, with no jabber about pe riods, color synchronization, and occult balance, set up such masterly patterns for American architects and decora tors. Six of the finest of these patterns are now at Field's, exact replicas of famous old rooms that will, we hope, be retained as permanent exhibits on their eighth floor. The sad shade of Benedict Arnold should be a little gratified at the respect given to his good taste by the reproduction of a room in his Mount Pleasant home, a mansion that belonged not only to Arnold but, in turn, to the wealthy McPherson, privateer, to Baron von Steuben and Chief Justice Shippen. A bedroom from the Webb House is Capt. Stanhope, the fighting drunkard, orders good old Osborne and shown exactly as {t was when Wash' Young Raleigh out to death or glory in "Journey's End." And damp, dis- mgton and Lafayette stayed there to carded kerchiefs will be picked up by dozens after the show at the Adelphi. map out the Yorktown campaign, and TUECUICAGOAN 23 AMOR SKIN OPOTERAPIA, BERLIN ^flote: I he price of Amor Skin is $25 a jar. This will not seem extrav agant when it is realized that each jar contains sufficient Amor Shin for three months treatment £y<Jeauly, and in Lyortoise \\ /"OMEN who refuse to grow old have W found a marvelous new ally in Amor Skin, fragrant with the scent oi Switzerland s wild [>each, this ointment embodies the hormone- bearing substance of young turtles and repre sents the most recent outstanding contribution of organotherapy. By revitalizing the hormone-starved cells which lie beneath the shin, Amor Skin erases wrinkles, crows feet and otber marks 01 age. Endorsed by the University 01 Berlin and the skin clinic of the University 01 Bonn, awarded the grand (jrix in Paris and Morence in 19a 7, Amor Skin has won recognition that has no (larallel in cos metic history. Due to the great demand and the limited supply available for importation, it is obvious there will not be enough Amor Skin to meet all requirements this year. \\ e suggest therelore that at the time of purchase, every woman place a reservation order for an additional jar at the end or her first three months treatment. Single strength lor young women . . . $10.50. Double strength for older women and obstinate cases . . . $25.00. MAIL THIS COUPON FOR FREE INSTRUCTION Amorskin Corporation, • '"• 1 Z05 East 42-nd St., New York I should like to know more about the scien tific way in which Amor Skin erases wrinkles and returns youth to the skin. Please send your descriptive booklet to M Street . Citv. . State. 24 TUQCUICAGOAN m & >antaJF 1! W $iftinrtii)f>ty Superit fastest and only extra fore train to Like the Rug of Bag dad, it slips through the magical wonders of the scenic South west, along the Santa Fe Trail, the shortest route between Chicago and Los Angeles. No extra fare on the California Limited, Grand Canyon Lim ited, Navajo, Scout and Missionary. Fred Harvey dining service is a distinctive feature of this dis tinctive railway. The Indian - detour Grand Canyon Line After California — Hawaii clip and mail this coupon SJP W. J. Black. Pass. Traf. Mgr., Santa Fe System Lines 1206 Railway Exchange, Chicago, 111. Am interested in winter trip to_ Please send detailed information and descriptive folders. Name - third is the distinguished Oriole Room from Maryland, now in the Metro politan. The Fairmount Museum in Philadelphia yielded designs for the reproductions in the Derby room, and the Pennsylvania Museum gave its help in setting up the kitchen-living room from the old Millbach house in Lebanon. One of the best known is perhaps the bedroom from the Potts house, generally known as Washing ton's Headquarters at Valley Forge. 'Before building the rooms the Field representatives spent months with the curators of eastern museums who guided the designing of woodwork, furniture, hangings and rugs. Every piece shown, from the splendid Chip- pendable chairs in the Mount Pleas ant dining room to the prim maple rocker in Hospitality Hall's bedroom, is carefully copied from museum pieces. These first copies are to be retained by Field's but anyone may order for his own home replicas of a complete room, including fireplaces, woodwork and wall decoration, while reproduc tions of the furniture will be sold in the regular furniture department. Institute "|\JED WAYBURN," to quote I N from a 60-page booklet entitled Tour Career, "was born in Pittsburgh, Pa., where his parents were socially prominent." He is variously of At lanta, Ga., and Chicago, 111. As a school boy he excelled in running, ten nis, trick skating and football. Also he pitched baseball and knocked home runs. Also he was an usher in the old Grand Opera House, Chicago. Once started upon a stage career, Mr. Wayburn acted as a super in legit and Shakesperean drama. He became a prompter, a sort of volunteer director and then a specialty dancer. He ap peared solo for the first time at the old Hopkins Theater, Chicago, as a black face comedian, singing, dancing and "ragging" the piano. "In his piano specialty he created the idea of playing the classics in ragtime, being the first person on the stage to play Mendels sohn's Wedding March, Oh Promise Me and The Star Spangled Banner in syncopated rhyme or ragtime." Fame, it would seem, was well on the way after this achievement. After, was the triumph of genius. "Mr. Wayburn," to resume quoting from the lyrical pamphlet mentioned in the first paragraph of this survey, "then staged George M. Cohan's first musical play, The Governors Son, and George Ade's first musical play, The Hight of the 4th, the latter at Hammerstein's Victoria Theater, New York, with Jo seph Coyne and Harry Bulger. Thus began," advises the ardent pamphleteer, "an unending succession of triumphs as a theatrical producer and stage director such as has not been equaled by any other man in theatrical history!" (The exclamation point is ours.) But if the pamphlet is hilarious stuff and subject to sharp quotation, Mr. Wayburn's studio is refreshingly mod est and businesslike. Let us come to a survey of the Ned Wayburn Insti tute of Dancing, the Chicago branch of which occupies an entire floor at 606 South Michigan Avenue — the actual entrance is on Harrison Street, to be sure. The Institute is lively, brisk, strenuous. It partakes of the atmos phere of a gymnasium rather than a ballroom. It sounds with the monot onous tinkle of a stage piano drumming an endless rhythm for practicing tap dancers in an unseen studio. Private rooms are bare, long mirrors against the wall as in a fighting gym, a strip of canvas on a hardwood floor, an iron rail for stretching exercises, and a couple of folding chairs. Students of the Wayburn Institute come from everywhere. On the whole, they are girls from middle-class homes sent to dancing school by parents wise enough to know that stage dancing pays handsomely once a dancer's name is made. Trained dancers are con stantly in demand and requirements are increasingly higher for 'better and more versatile performers. These per formers the Wayburn Institute trains. But not all Wayburn students in tend to follow the stage. A great many learners are interested in acquir ing grace, poise, and the proper pound age. Society people go in for the lark of it, like as not. Ambitious amateurs who intend to remain amateur sign up to perfect steps and learn new routines. Seasoned stage folk drop back for pri vate lessons from ballet instructors, for new tricks in acrobatic dancing. Looking through bare rooms, seeing the bustle of students and instructors, scanning the careful time charts promi nently displayed on the bulletin board, hearing the tump and ta-ta of Broad way, sensing the autographed pictures of noted stars in the long lobby, one is minded to propose a slogan for the Institute. It is: The Ned Wayburn Institute to the Dancing Industry. TMt CHICAGOAN 1500 <Sbake jG)hjU>e U: NTIL you enter the lofty pan elled lobby of "1500" you can form no idea of the charm with which the "grand manner" of older days has been recreated in a modern, efficient cooperative apartment structure. The dignified porte-cochere ac commodates six or eight limousines at one time — ample for any theatre party you may give. The living and dining rooms are wide and spacious in their hospitality. Owners' bed chambers and guest chambers are ROSS & BROWNE Sales and Managing Agents Palmolive Building ? Whitehall 7373 Agent on Premises delightfully roomy, the clothes clos ets, even, are rooms in themselves. If you are tired of cramped, crowded modern living, see the sev eral apartments of 9 to 11 rooms yet remaining, each high above the Drive, with East, West, and South exposures. 26 THE CHICAGOAN ure good- tasting water • • • That's Corinnis Waukesha Water — a water so fresh, so pure, so delightful to taste, that you'd give it preference even if you knew no more about it. And there is much more to Corinnis than its purity and good taste. Nature has endowed this pal atable water with valuable minerals which are of great benefit to health. Its action on your system is bland and gentle. Many who suffer from digestive disorders have found great relief in its regular use. Order a case of Corinnis today. Drink it because it is good to drink — and so good for you. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, Inc. 420 West Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold also at your neighborhood store) WAUKESHA WATER <Th.e JTA G E First Play of Theater Guild Repertory By CHARLES COLLINS THEATER GUILD plays may vary in importance, but the acting of Lunt and Fontanne is constantly bril- liant. This was the impression con' veyed by Caprice, at the opening of the Guild's third subscription season in Chicago. Taken together, as they should be since they are so singularly One, Ah fred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne repre- sent the most vivid and gifted person' ality of the American stage. They are comedians of high distinction and amazing range. Their art interlocks and balances like the two sides of a chess game. And yet they are not a "team." Each is a star of personal right, unique in value. The Lunts — they might just as well be familiarly called the Fontannes — are, one suspects, the modern stage's most notable con tribution to the art of matrimony. IN the Viennese comedy with which the Guild's program of five plays began at the Blackstone, Mr. Lunt ap- pears as a learned counselor-at-law whose graying thatch does not suggest any dimming of his career as an amor- ist, and Miss Fontanne figures as a high-born lady who is the favorite com- panion of his rendezvous. They are very Viennese — a happily unmarried couple. Worldlings without a pose. The profession of being worldly, it is said, has reached its highest point in Vienna, and these two charming, in- telligent cynics are Alt Wien of es' sence. They betray each other, one suspects, to sharpen the edge of their fidelity. Their fluttering at the candle of life is disturbed by the arrival of a son. Not theirs, but his — the by-blow of a youthful indiscretion, now an intense and dreaming lad of sixteen. This brings into competition and collabora tion with the Lunts a young actor named Douglass Montgomery. Re member that name; there is the promise of a future in it. The author has con spired with Mr. Montgomery and given him all the sympathetic appeal that the play contains; but that would mean little if the opportunity had not found its master. His is the best performance of high-keyed boyhood that has come this way since— well, say Morgan Far ley's poet in Candida. How the glossy Viennese cat breaks up her middle-aged lover's attempt to assume some of the responsibilities of paternity is the burden of Caprice. It is one of those plays which starts ex citement in the third act with the line, "Woman, have you betrayed me with my own son?" It was lightly, grace fully and almost wickedly written by a playwright whose name sounds like the label of a new synthetic perfume — Sil-Vara. Melodrama in Sussex A A. MILNE is whimsical. A. A. • Milne is almost as self-consciously whimsical as a newspaper columnist. He should be incapable of writing a detective play. So he went and did it. Mr. Milne's idea of a dark and dire mystery is to expose it to the clear glow of the footlights, in full view of the audience, with every detail and motive as plain as print. Then he asks the characters who did not see their kindly old week-end host murdered to gratify a South African grudge of twenty-five years' standing to find the criminals. This is a new method, which turns the old bag of tricks in side out. It resulted in The Perfect Alibi, which has come to the Garrick* as the best polite melodrama of the fall. TWC CHICAGOAN 27 CAMELHAIR FOR STYLE AND COMFORT The one above is only $47.50 but there are others up to $75. Those with fur are luxuri ous at $145 to $225. Men's camelhair coats are $47.50 to $120 arvj those for the children range between $22.50 and $55. WHETHER you come from North Side or South Side — if you know your camelhair this announce' ment will start you rapidly in the direction of Jaeger. There are natty camelhair ' coats for everyone from Grandma to the baby. Smart, appropriate and of that warm, light imported camelhair for which Jaeger is famous. JAEGER yjlhe VOGUE in WOOLLENS 222 N. Michigan Avenue This play is an ingratiating novelty. It is different, not only as an adven ture in criminology but also as a study of the habitues of house-parties in Sus sex. Steady customers of the "Oh, yeah?" shows — the "on the spot" and "for a ride" melodramas of hard-boiled America — may think that the introduc tion to A Perfect Alibi is as exciting as a lettuce sandwich, but when the murder is staged their allegiance will be completely won. There is a Scotland Yard man in this diversion — the best Scotland Yard man that ever roached his forelock and took out his note-book. But he is not good enough to find a clew to the almost perfect crime. A girl does that and brings the play to the happy ending of snapping hand-cuffs, largely by in tuition, guesswork and the feminine art of lying with a baby stare. Vivian Tobin is the nice girl who Sherlocks so successfully, and she re minds you of her sister Genevieve. Leo G. Carroll is young Mr. Scotland Yard, keen as a foxhound after a lost aniseed bag. He is my favorite de tective of the month. Richie Ling is the master-mind of crime, completely plausible as a Sussex week-ender, yet as dangerous as Professor Moriarity. This is a suave cast in a smooth play. The performance was pitched in a lit tle theater key at the opening, but a voice-lifting must have remedied that error. It may be recommended to everyone except those who thought that After Dar\ was funny. T HE Square Crooks I - Saw - This - Show - In - New - York club, which is active in at tendance upon Chicago openings, must have been baffled by Sign X T Z, which has brought the Studebaker to life as a home of regulation drama. This play is new to the stage, and therefore is likely to pu%le the com muters to Broadway. They will not be able to ticket it as success or failure. I myself am somewhat vague on the subject. Here we have a tale of the under world, as playwrights and stage direc tors imagine that sinister realm — of the underworld in terms of The Deep Pur ple, to recall a famous melodrama of fifteen years back. This may indicate that Sign X T Z is slightly outmoded in the point of view with which it ap proaches its material. The heroine is a reformed crookess — that's Within the Law. She is also a noble-hearted $$&' Once the exclusive beauty prepar ations of patri cian Europeans . . . NOW imported from PARIS for your use... 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THE KLYTIA CORPORATION 545 Fifth Avenue, New York 28 THE CHICAGOAN I MAY BE WRONG But I Think You're Wonderful Dilirium Terpsicboreums as rendered by the "Almanac's" featured Orches tra — a revulsical Fox Trot — guaran teed to convulse your feet. A riot. THE NEW YORKER A polyglot of palpitating melody that parodies the town. For five pennies Red Nichols conducts a terpsichorean tour from hilarious Harlem to the grottos of Greenwich. No. 4500. and Red Nichols' arrange ments of these numbers make them all brand new again INDIANA DINAH No. 4373 CHINATOWN, MY CHINATOWN ON THE ALAMO No. 4363 ALLAH'S HOLIDAY ROSES OF PICARDY No. 4286 I NEVER KNEW WHO'S SORRY NOW No. 4243 I kept woman — that's The Trial of Mary Dugan. The hero is a husky, hand some confidence man who is willing to "take the rap11 to save the girl he loves in silence; who kills in vengeance, but who never robbed an honest man. He probably traces back to Robin Hood through Raffles. The detective is a Pinkerton or a Flynn who knows it all, does nothing, and refuses to betray the good crooks to the naughty police. He sums up the bumping-off with this line to the killer: "You are my idea of justice." That's new. Sign X T Z is rich in narrative ma terial. Its ailments as a play are tech nical — a diffused rather than centralized plot and a slowness of pace in the per formance. There are scenes in which the actors seem to be posing for flash light photographs. But a cut here and a spur there often affects these new born plays like oxygen. No doubt the movement of dialogue is now in the brisk style of the manager who "pre sents" — George M. Cohan. There is a notable bit of acting in the piece — a scene of crushed, sobless, inert grief, contributed by Lenita Lane, the attrac tive leading woman. Biological Humor LITTLE ACCIDENT, at the Sel- - wyn, is a farcical comedy deal ing with the pangs and joys of illegiti mate fatherhood. It shows how young men go wrong and young women go to lying-in hospitals. It reverses the formula of the old-fashioned shotgun marriage plot; it hard-boils the mother and soft-boils the father of the "bio logical accident." In a word, Little Accident is "modern.11 It has no re ticence whatever on the subject of gynecology. It should be seen, perhaps, only by old saints and young sinners. But it is wildly funny, and its comic spirit keeps it, in a manner of speaking, clean. Thomas Mitchell, co-author with Floyd Dell, leads the company as the fellow who was as proud of his inci dental son as a Chinaman. He is a comedian of a hustling, Kiwanis man ner, and he carries the performance along with great gusto. Kaye Hastings is exactly right as the girl who believed in adoption. (NOTE: Additional data on theater things of the press-time moment — casts, curtain hours and things like that — is printed on page 2. Openings of the dawning fort night will be reviewed in the ensuing issue. ) The CINEMA The Mob at McVickers By WILLIAM R . WEAVER BY the time this issue shall have brightened the Towns better newsstand corners, the Town's better cinema goers will find it possible to get into McVickers and witness a film phe nomenon of no mean dimensions. The waiting-line that has blocked Madison Street for a fortnight is thinning. The Coc\-Eyed World, cause of it all, is not nearly so cock-eyed as the stampede may have led you to believe. On the contrary, The Coc\-Eyed World is the first notable fruit of in numerable Hollywood efforts to pro duce a successful attraction by the seemingly simple process of duplicating a past achievement. D. W. Griffith's decline as a producer dates from for gotten but not forgiven attempts to make a second Birth of a T^ation. James Cruze patterned The Pony Ex press as closely after The Covered Wagon as copyright laws would allow, then progressed wisely to other goals. ' Everybody owning a megaphone tried to match George Loane Tucker's The Miracle Man, unsuccessfully, and Mack Sennett got all those gray hairs out of three expensive efforts to repeat his quite accidental Mickey. Yet here is The Coc\-Eyed World, a sprawling rewrite of What Price Glory, and there are — or have been — the thou sands of standees eager to see and hear it. Sergeant Quirt of What Price Glory is Sergeant Quirt of The Coc\-Eyed World, played again by Edmund Lowe. Captain Flagg of the original cast has TWE CHICAGOAN 29 been reduced in the second to rank of Sergeant-Major, but he still is Victor McLaglen. Both actors have learned about acting from their previous pic ture, but Lawrence Stallings has gained nothing save technique. I have the impression that he did whatever he did toward the writing of The Coc\-Eyed World in the smoking compartment of a cross-country Pullman — such is the humor. Lily Damita is to the new pic ture what Renee Adoree was to the old, but she is not Renee Adoree. Nor is the fighting, a skirmish with island insurrectionists, the World War. Point for point, The Coc\-Eyed World is a dim echo of its predecessor. But even a dim echo of What Price Glory is a substantial, positive enter tainment, outstanding against the flat background of contemporary produc tion. That it is less dramatic and a great deal less decent than its parent seems to diminish no whit the enthusi asm of its beholders at McVickers. No doubt its vocality, unshared by What Price Glory, is its chief asset. 'Lucky Star A SOMEWHAT less successful ex periment in duplication of past achievement, made in the same studios, is responsible for Lnc?(y Star. This is not the first attempt to give Janet Gay- nor and Charles Farrell something like Seventh Heaven in which to accom plish something like equivalent box- office results. But it is, I believe, the first attempt to duplicate elements ef two past successes and blend them to produce a new triumph. In the early scenes of Luc\y Star Miss Gaynor is, again, the appealing juvenile contrasted against the boyish hulk that is Mr. Farrell. Again he takes charge of her, teaches her, and again they love each other. But the boy has' been paralyzed, a war result, and the big scene of the picture is bor rowed from The Miracle Man (or, perhaps, the late Dr. Emile Coue) and the ending is conventional. The pro duction is by no means a second Sev enth Heaven, but it is a good deal better than all this patch-work background promises. "Illusion VETERAN picture producers, such as Jesse L. Lasky, know that an actor popular for personality rather than talent can always be put over, as the phrase has it, by casting him as an actor. Thus Buddy Rogers and Nancy YCIR ••• BEST MOVE If you are about to give up hope — after numerous moves in search of just the right place to live — if you are about to de cide that when a place is con venient, it must surely be close in and noisy; that when it is new, it must be way out of sight in price; that when an apartment has one good fea ture, it has exactly seventeen and one-half bad ones — if you are about to send your wife back to her mother and put your "Lares and Penates" in storage — wait a minute! Jump on an I. C. — in nine minutes you will be at 53rd St. station, just two blocks from "5400 Harper Avenue" — and at such an apartment. Spick, span, new with all the conveniences you have been looking for, and given up hope of finding; ideally situated in just the neighborhood you want and with just the sort of neighbors you have been used to associ ating with — at just the right price. "5400 Harper Avenue — a new and modern apartment building — is lo cated in the most quietly exclusive and conservatively fashionable neighborhood — exactly nine min utes from the loop. The floor lay outs are models of convenience where your furniture can be charmingly arranged. *r Apartment No. 1— (3 Rooms) ^~ §100.60 to $120.00 Apartment No. 2 — (4 Rooms) $125.00 to $145.00 Apartment No. 3 — (3 Rooms) $95.00 to $115.00 Apartment No. 4— (4 Rooms) $120.00 t« $140.00 \ FEATURES 5400 Harper Avenue Apartments 1. Corner Building; AH Outside Rooms. 2. Thoroughly Soundproof and Fireproof. 3. AH Floors Richly Carpeted. 4. Harmless Electrical Refrigera tion. 5. Unusually Ample Closet Space. 6. Murphy Roll-a-way Beds in Each Apartment. 7. Two High Speed Collective Con trol Elevators. 8. Colored Tiled Baths with Vene tian Mirrors. 9. Full Length Mirrors in Bed rooms. 10. Radio-aerial Plugs in Each Apt. 11. Laundry Rooms with Dryers. 12. Kitchen Fixtures in Colors. 13. Elaborate Cabinets and Cases. 14. Mechanical Ventilation. s r 30 THE CHICAGOAN 1 :'\s ill/ iliif ill ill a 1 ' i |d« - * ;f Si* 1 1 ¦¦"¦¦/ ,4 i Adieu to Facial Discords . . . Most disconcerting to the connoisseur of beauty — those seemingly innocuous discords. The off-note in color! The lack of harmony twixt rouge and lip stick. The perfection of skin disturbed by lines, blackheads, strident pores, pendant chin! The disharmony of a dry coarsened, clouded texture! HELENA RUBINSTEIN, the greatest modern authority on beauty, reduces facial discords to faultless harmony. Corrective treatments that have no counterpart the world over are given at her salons — with brilliant technique! Smart women will know the efficacy of her Valaze creams, lotions, and balsams in dispelling individual flaws. Her subtle cosmetics reveal in their tone variations, the soul of a great facial artiste. No off-note in color! No jarring, dis cordant tones! All subtlety — all har mony — all smart sophistication. One Helena Rubinstein prelude is the signal for repeated encores. Call at the salon for Individual Con sultation or Beauty Treatments — for FACE, EYES, HANDS or SCALP. Procure the incomparable Helena Rubinstein creams, lotions, and cosmetics from your favorite beauty dispenser; PARIS LONDON 670 North Michigan Avenue Telephone Whitehall 4241 Carroll, personalities both and actors neither, make striking entertainment of Illusion, the current contribution to the celluloid collection of backstage lore. They appear as partners in an "illu sion act," and the title applies likewise to the plot and point of the story. Whoever wrote the dialogue for Illusion knows considerably more about such matters than most of the dialogue writers presently engaged in Holly wood. Whoever devised the continu ity (I believe it still is called that) gave everybody, including the audi ence, a break. For all these reasons, Illusion is a pretty fair reason for drop ping into the neighborhood theater on a quiet evening. "Woman Traft" MR. HAL SKELLY of The Dance of Life, otherwise Burlesque, is no less Hal Skelly in Woman Trap. And Woman Trap is no less entertain ing because its title is first among the misleading captions of current cinema. Nor because it follows Alibi and em ploys Evelyn Brent and Chester Mor ris of that picture for similar purposes in a similar plot and setting. Barring only Alibi's "third degree" episode, Woman Trap is the superior produc tion. Like Alibi, Woman Trap exhibits police officer and criminal from the home and fireside point of view. Skelly is a policeman. Morris is his crooked brother. Miss Brent is Skelly 's sweet heart and sister of a boy whom Skelly convicts of murder. Against the plainly drawn structure of legal right and wrong is stretched the complex fabric of domestic ties, emotional yearn ings and family duties. A well told story, in which Mr. Skelly proves him- "C'm, Baby, zve play this scene kinda refined" TWECWICAGOAN 31 self an all-around actor and a creditable acquisition for Hollywood. "Hard to Get" MISS DOROTHY MACKAILL, a far better actress vocally than she ever was silently, contributes another to her library of flapper impersona tions. The library is amply filled, now, and the flapper is becoming a bit com monplace for 'footlighting. This im personation, however, has the advan tage of Mr. Jack Oakie's wisecracking assistance, and this young fellow is about the liveliest personality in pic tures as of this date. Skin Deep'" MONTE BLUE, Betty Compson, John Davidson and others re-tell here the tale of the ugly gangster whose life, love and so forth are all patched up automatically by a bit of plastic surgery. Incidentally, this is the best telling the tale has had. The Drake Case" THE world seems to be made up of people who like murder mys teries and people who don't. I have never heard one who likes them say that a given murder mystery is bad. Nor have I heard anyone who doesn't like murder mysteries say that a given one is good. Perhaps Mr. Vance can explain this. I can't. Wherefore I confirm the titular insinuation that The Dra\e Case is another murder mystery, adding the information that it's com pletely conversational, and utter no advice as to what you should do about it. a inema Guide Street Girl: Betty Compson, Jack Oakie and others in a snappy little yarn about jazz; musicians. [Attend.] Alibi: The best crook picture ever made. [Go.] The Dance of Life: Burlesque with a bit of whitewashing and Hal Skelly. [If you didn't see the show.] Words and Music: Collegiate musical comedy, neither collegiate, musical nor comic. [No.] Fast Company: Ring Lardner's Elmer the Great, with Jack Oakie as Elmer, and the timeliest picture hereabouts. [Yes.] Speedway: William Haines in a likewise dumb picture. [Miss it.] Four Feathers: Everybody else likes it. [As you like.] Smiling Irish Eyes: Colleen Moore's first talking-picture and I've forgiven her. [Wait for the second one.] BABBITT OR SOPHISTICATE? UAWAI I onlij sm//ei UNDER SUCH SKIES AS HERS, THE The heady perfume of a south SLANT OF YOUR THINKING FADES sea breeze... the ecstasy of in- STRANGELY INTO UNIMPORTANCE. dolence on Waikiki's golden sands ... the seductive witchery of tropic moonlit nights... in such a milieu, seriousness dissolves into thin air, and only the aliveness of your five senses to luring rhythms, radiant color and sheer creature joy is a matter of any moment! t»» On the itinerary of the travel wise, Los Angeles (Hollywood and all of the Southern California playground included, bien entendu!) is the half-way high spot to Honolulu — which makes your voyage a particularly delightful ocean jaunt just over the horizon direct from Los Angeles to Hawaii — in a luxurious LASSCO liner sailing the popular Southern Route. 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Broadway San Diego 32 TI4ECUICAGOAN TONIGHT in the main restaurant If you're planning an evening's diversion in the Loop, come to the Brevoort for a delightful prelude: a menu offering an intriguing variety of excellent foods; intelligent service; an en vironment at once cheering and restful. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely meal. Entrance Direct or Through Lobby HOTEL BREVOORT Madison St. East of LaSalle St. MU/1CAL NOTE/ A Hearty Razz for Ofiera Scenery By ROBERT POLLAK EVERY once in a while Dr. Glenn Dillard Gunn, boss of a conser vatory and veteran musical critic of the Her-Ex, has something very, very vital to say. The round of the news paper critic is so dreary that he must perforce spill considerable bilge anent every local Tom, Dick and Harriet that feels the urge to arise and go forth upon the concert platform. Therefore much of Dr. Gunn's critical meander ing is concerned with subjects that do not interest us. It is the more refresh ing, then, to find, tucked away in some corner of his Sunday column, an item of large importance. I refer specifi cally to his recent remarks on operatic mise-en-scene in America. What he said was curt and to the point, sub stantially that scenic investiture in American opera-houses has descended and remained at a disgracefully low level, a level which even second rate European houses would not tolerate. Let us examine a few of our leading opera companies. At the Metropolitan is discovered a roster of leading singers and conductors. The names of most of them are too familiar to mention Their most prominent designer for the stage is Josef Urban, erstwhile em ployee of Florens Ziegfield and decora tor of the St. Regis Roof, one of New York's swankiest supper clubs. The work of M. Urban is by this familiar to most American frequenters of the theater. It is lavish, colorful, danger ously realistic where realism should be avoided, and almost completely devoid of any originality. Set beside foreign masters of the calibre of Bakst or Ap- pia, Urban seems a mere pigmy. Yet his is the most illustrious name among American designers for the operatic stage. In addition most of the investiture at the Metropolitan antedates the rise of Urban. And the stage direction is in the ruthless hands of a Hochdeutsch martinet who learned his trade in the days when Max Reinhardt was con sidered a violent revolutionary. I re call vividly an evening spent with Edna Millay and Eugene Boissevain, when anathema was poured upon the head of this particular Prussian for his treatment of the action in The King's Henchman. IN Chicago the situation is worse. The scenic factotum of the Civic Opera, Julian Dove, has never yet, in the opinion of this reporter, turned out an original piece of stage design When the mise-en-scene possesses any sympathy with the mood of the opera the designs have been imported, as in the case of Don Giovanni and Figaro. We have here an ensemble, a conduc tor and an orchestra for the production of Pelleas and Melisande that would probably satisfy the most relentless de mands of Debussy were he alive. The Melisande of Garden is a matter of operatic legend. But have you ever seen the sorry collection of wings and drops thrown together as a background for this delicately tinted work? They are old, Father William, and they are dirty. It is a torture to look upon them when the stage is well lighted. While the company has raised the quality of its direction by the acquisi tion of Moor, enlarged its conductorial staff and built up a brilliant group of principals, it has apparently failed to take into account the revolution of stage design that has occurred in Europe since the beginning of the cen tury. The Civic Opera needs badly some really talented designer. At Ravinia matters are even worse. I have a suspicion that Mr. Eckstein, for all his ability as a regisseur, is in- TI4ECMICAG0AN 33 clined to make light of the problem of mise-en-scene. Fortunately he never emphasises the origin of his sets. Many of them are constructed from working models borrowed from the Metropoli tan. Others are designed and built in the studio opposite the railway station of the Park. They are, almost all of them, very awful. When the investi ture for The Sun\en Bell was revealed to a gaping north shore audience there was the customary round of applause. For the life of me I cannot tell why. I could and did understand thundering commendation for the score of Rhes- pigi, the conducting of Papi, the marvelous vocalisms of Rethberg and Martinelli. But why a fairy opera should be scenically invested like a fin-de-siecle production of The Blac\ Croo\ passes my understanding. Sprawling trees manifestly unlike real trees because they were supposed to be imitative. Badly drawn and uncon vincing back-drops. Rocks that looked like cardboard because they were care fully painted to look like rocks. No impression whatever of gloom, of mountain romance. No feeling of dis tance or grand dimension. IF the situation could not be remedied it would not be so bad. There is no room here for the patrioteer of the American arts to say that our opera houses must wait for brilliant Ameri can talents before we can expect to compete with the great stage designers of Europe. Our own stage has al ready given employment to domestic masters of mise-en-scene. There are only three leading American opera companies. Have none of them ever heard of Norman Bel-Geddes, or Rob ert Edmond Jones, or Lee Simonson or Jo Milliner? These talents, compara tively young, have already won the accolade of Gordon Craig, the master of them all. Operatic mise-en-scene in America will remain undistinguished until it makes use of their genius. Poetic Acceptances The Writer of the Davis Company (Department Store) Car Card Advertisements Refines to the Suggestion that He Prepare a New Mother Goose Book I'll accept 'most anything That will help my rimes to swing. You will find me, if you ring, At THE DAVIS COMPANEE. DONALD PLANT BEAUTY HEEDS NO CLOCK T HE intangible loveliness L called youth is not timed by the cold precision of the passing years. There is no fate ful year that marks: "'On this side lies youth — on that middle age." How old is a woman when she ceases to look young? Per haps less than thirty, or long past fifty. It is not time thai makes you look young, or old. but the care you have given \ our skin. If you neglect your skin, or give it haphazard care, then al any time you may expect lo see lines deepen at the corners of your eyes and mouth. You may look for a drooping of the underchin, and for tiny criss cross lines that give your (hroai a crepy texture. And any one of those three, tragedies — wrinkles, double chin or orepv throat — will make you look old. no matter what yourage may he. It was Dorothy Gray who discovered the three signs ol age, and she evolved wonder fully successful treatments and preparations for preventing and correcting them. You can easily follow these treat merits in your own home. The same, prepara tions used in the Dorothy Gray Salon treatments may be had at leading shops everywhere. Ask for the booklet, '"Your Dowry of Beauty." It fully ex plains the simple, scientific Dorothy Gray method. e >>.'¦¦ i'Mv DOROTHY CRAY •){ ( MICHIGAN AVENUE. NOK I'll Through lite untied doorway of I lie .hiixis-llunt Building NEW YORIC l.OS ANGELES SAN KRANC1SCO \\ VSIIINGTON vn.wnc cm 34 THE CHICAGOAN AFTER.NOON TEA 1 DIMMER. - CANDIES" f\ ? ? GO. -CHICAGO All Around the Mediterranean L GERTRUDE KOPELMAN Models for Fall Copies and Adaptations of imports Moderately Priced 328 North Michigan Avenue i 4 4 By LUCIA LEWIS GERTRUDE KOPELMAN SOME people go to the Mediter ranean the way they bow at the Court of St. James, this cruise rank ing high in the roster of socially im pressive things to do. Others poke around in it because the countries, the people, above all the history, rocked in this cradle of civilization, are astounding enough to interest the least scholarly. At the same time it offers such an array of worldly, racy doings that the most serious-minded are mellowed a bit. So take them all in all, the people on nearly any one of the better Mediterranean cruises are apt to be a rather superior and unusually interesting lot of fellow travelers. At least that was generaly true till one Aimee came barging into the pic ture. It is hardly fair to pass judg ment on that in advance, but know ing her, I can't help having my opin ion. It seems that after Aimee Sem- ple McPherson returned from the Holy Land, hundreds — simply hun dreds — pleaded with her — "Oh, Sister, if you ever do go again, take me with you." So what could Sister McPherson do, but charter a ship and organize her own cruise, no less. She takes in all the regular ports and every spot in Palestine that gives her a chance to do some high-pressure preaching, and is selling tickets as fast as hot dogs at a football game. But any way, that still leaves some eighteen or twenty very smart and very delight ful cruises setting forth the first part of the year that are well worth at tention to the citizen who has from a month to three months to spare this winter. WE get used to thinking of the Mediterranean as a place to gaze out upon from convivial tables along the Riviera — an unquestionably agreeable pastime — but the cruise shows us other aspects of this sea. Take, for example, the African sec tion. The whole northern coast of Africa is dotted with fascinating ports where modern hotels back up against aging mosques, and Renaults chug out into the Sahara past camels swinging along under authentically swathed sheiks. Nearly all the cruises spend a good part of their time at Cairo, which has two of the world's most famous hotels in Shepheard's and the Continental-Savoy, very gay balls and cafes, fashionable races at Heliopolis, and exciting bazaars, all skittering about among ruins that should make a D. A. R. call for her teething ring and rattle. The relics are a little eerie at times, but always absorbing, with plenty of amusement at hand when ever the marks of the ages get too overwhelming. Then, the cruise covers Greece, Turkey and Italy, Jerusalem, which is quieting down rapidly, and various important islands about the mainland. Not even a Round the World cruise offers more contrasts than this one. The route is pleasant. Heading south immediately, the ships find warm weather in a day or two and it is calm, perfect sailing just about all the time. The schedule is timed to hit every spot during its best season and one of the joys of cruising is the way nearly every port turns out to fuss over the boatload of guests. At the first stop in Madeira the populace throws itself into every available boat and rows out laden with bouquets of azaleas and camellias to welcome the ship. The diving boys arrive en masse to do their tricks for nickels and dimes. For a dollar some of them dive from the liner's deck, swim under it and up the other side, though why anyone wants them to take such chances is more than I can see. Madeira is perhaps the least im portant stop, but somehow so friendly and charming one always remembers it fondly. And it is the home of the perfectly ridiculous carrinhos'do- monte. They get you up the rack' TUE CHICAGOAN and-pinion railway to have a view of the island and ocean and then slide you four miles down the winding roads of the mountainside in these wicker-basket sleds. Two natives steer and brake the sled with ropes and haul it across level stretches. The thrill comes on tke steep inclines when they hop the runners, the. people in the little houses along the way dart out to cheer, and whoops — away you go! Ruinous to dignity, but as much fun as tobogganing, with not half the effort. ALGIERS is a curious mixture of i\ brooding Oriental mystery — with appropriate smells — and jaunty French sophistication, with splendid villas, drives and cafes, and one of the finest of the Transatlantique hotels with which the French Line has dotted North Africa. On any of the cruises one may take optional motor trips through Morocco, Algeria, and Tunis, and the French Line concen trates on this section, omitting the voyage to eastern Africa, Asia, Tur key and Greece. One may have as much or as little as one wants of the African motor tours — from one day to thirty days. The cars are comfort able limousines and the roads are ideal. For the trip into the desert the motorist transfers to the twelve-wheel desert motors and spins along from oasis to oasis. And they are oases — a fine hotel at each one, and cafes where the natives sip mint tea and the Americans take Cointreau. Though it isn't all just aimless idling. Among other things there are the ruins at Carthage and the old Roman roads, the famous mosque at Kairouan, a display of Arabian horses — heart breaking beauties — at the garrison town of Sfax, and much shopping to do in the Tunis bazaars. Gorgeous amber, rugs, beaten gold and silver, and in the Perfume bazaar the rarest scents and most exquisite bottles in the world. If you don't do the desert at this end of Africa you can brave a camel at Cairo and camp out for a night at the foot of the Pyramids. Several of the cruises offer this to the roman tically inclined for only ten or twelve dollars extra. The thing not to miss here, of course, is the trip down to Luxor, Thebes, and the old places along the Nile. They charter special trains for this or send you down on the very fine Nile steamers which are much used by English aristocracy and afihviQ the new lines to casual clothes . . . In soft tweed with a jersey blouse, this jacket suit may be worn in town or out of town for informal occasions. While the flared and fitted skirt marks it of this season, it preserves the tradi tional simplicity of really good sports clothes. Brown tweed with biscuit blouse, or blue with blue blouse, $65. CHICAGO 132 East Delaware PI. Just West of 900 North Michigan Boulevard NEW YORK 16 East 53rd Street PHILADELPHIA 260 South 17th Street WATCH H I t t SOUTHAMPTON BAR HARBOR YORK HARBOR PALM BEACH 36 THE O-IICAGOAN royalty and, accordingly, very com fortable. Some of these steamers may be chartered by private parties of ten or twelve people. ON the European side are Con stantinople and Italy and Ath ens. The softly yellow columns of the Acropolis sent Isadora Duncan dancing barefoot down the roads of Greece and should at least make any one's heart thump a bit harder. Often one cries. Whatever the reaction, it is a magnificent experience. Up the Dardanelles the ships steam past the smug old harems of Stamboul to the Black Sea and then turn back to drop anchor at Constantinople. On the way back along the coast you float along the Jugo-Slavian shore — a group of majestic fjords that look as if they had just moved down from Norway — Naples, Venice, heavenly Taormina, Nice, and more besides. Spain is looked into on the way east, with special trips up to Seville and Granada; and any number of exten sion trips may be taken up into Europe whenever you wish to leave the boat. Also, there is the Holy Land. You can arrange to make an extensive tour here or do it up in a hurry and go on to spend more time at Cairo. Re ligion isn't concentrated in the Holy Land. Mohammedan, Christian and Hebrew have left beauty and tragedy all around these shores. In Constan tinople a Christian cathedral is now a mosque, at Syracuse the Temple of Minerva is converted into a cathedral, several mosques are now Christian churches, and the ruins of Egypt and Greece and Rome smile down on all three. As to which cruise to take — the following can be highly recommended. Some of them are run entirely by the steamship line given, on others the shore excursions and cruise details are taken over by the travel company in dicated. Alphabetically, then: Canadian Pacific operates its own cruises on the Empress of France and Empress of Scotland. Straus Building. Cunard operates its own on the Maure- tania, 346 N. Michigan. Cunard's Carinthia by Raymond and Whit- comb, 176 N. Michigan. Cunard's Scythia by Frank Tourist Bureau, 17? N. Michigan. French Line — Two cruises on the France by En Route Service in the Palmer House, and two by Cook. Holland-American Line's Rotterdam by American Express, 70 East Randolph. White Star operates its own on the Adriatic and the Laurentic, 180 N. Michigan. White Star's Calgaric by the James Boring Company, 53 West Jackson. White Star's Homeric by Thomas Cook, 3 50 N. Michigan. BESIDES these, the regular Medi terranean services on Spanish Royal Mail and the Italian Line offer luxurious boats sailing regularly to Gi braltar, Spain and Italy; and excellent cruises on sleek yacht-like vessels, such as the Norwegian Stella Polaris, Ham burg-American's Oceana, and the Ital ian Ausonia, Vulcania and Satumia, start from European ports. Arrange ments for these can be made here at the steamship offices or through a tour ist bureau. There are, indeed, plenty of cruises, but since the boats limit themselves to only one-half or one-third their regular capacity, it is wise to get busy now. Step Lively Please An Urban Pleasantry THE name of Chicago has become synonymous throughout the United States for lawlessness. That Chicago is a lawless city no one questions, and I, as a Chicagoan, or at least as one who has lived in Chicago for about twenty years, would not think of denying its lawlessness. And yet: I think of the Presbyterian lady who gravely informed me one day that Paris was a city wherein nude women stalked the streets. Pressing her for confirmation of her theories I found that she had read somewhere, ten years before, that one night after a Beaux Arts ball a nude model had been ar rested upon the streets of Paris. I took a short trip to Paris once, but hunt as I would, I could find no nude women upon the streets, and the entire city seemed to me appallingly respectable. I saw not even one slightly intoxicated lady or gentleman. And so it is in Chicago. During my twenty years stay in the city I have never seen so much as a fist fight, though I have lived in all parts of the city and my wanderings about, after nightfall, have been wide and devious. Chicago seems to me a gentle little village, as compared to New York. Last month I visited New York for the first time in twelve years. I had intended to stay two weeks, but I fled, flattened, back to Chicago, after two days. I got into town at the Grand Cen tral depot, and tried, immediately, to telephone my publishers. I had for- THE CHICAGOAN 37 gotten the "phone number. Stepping up to a phone booth I attempted to ask for information. A voice over the 'phone asked me, in effect, what in hell did I mean by trying to do a thing like that without consulting her, and almost immediately a man was sent down to dislodge me from my booth. D EING a persistent cuss, however, I U finally got my number and started for the subway to go to my publisher's offices. When I had paid my fare in the subway I found such a phrenetic mob milling about underground that I gave up all hope of ever getting into a car and went out of the station to hail a taxi cab. The cab stopped for ten minutes, it seemed to me, at every street intersection. After half an hour of this we had progressed about three blocks. I paid off the driver and got out to walk, only to find that New York street numbers are deceiving. Af ter walking for forty-five minutes I found that I had progressed only about two hundred street numbers and still had some four hundred yet to go. I tried a different colored taxi, and got to my engagement an hour late. That evening, my business attended to, I decided, at about eleven-thirty, when I supposed the streets would be comparatively quiet, to stroll about the vicinity of Forty-second Street and Broadway, to look for old landmarks. I found very few old landmarks, but perhaps this was because the crowds upon the sidewalk were so thick that I was pushed off the sidewalk half a dozen times into the street. Finally an officer barked at me so scathingly for trying to get myself killed and ruin the town's traffic accident batting aver age that I made a wild dive through the crowd and found myself in the temporary shelter of a restaurant where one poked nickels into holes and got such surprises as petrified ham sandwiches. {NEVER saw so many cops in my life. At one crossing I counted three at each curb and four in the middle of the street. Ten cops, in all, to guard one crossing. I am willing to take an oath that the population of New York is at least twenty-five per cent policemen. Not that I have anything against New York. It is a great place for a Chicagoan to go, in order to learn to appreciate Chicago. — JACK WOODFORD. Colby's for French Furnishings A PLEASANT experience awaits you ** if you come here to shop for unu sual French pieces. Our representatives, travelling regularly to Paris and rural France, send us furnishings not to be pro- cured elsewhere. These graceful pieces can be assembled into room interiors of rare charm As occasional pieces in in teriors of other than purely French style, they lend a much desired note of grace and delicacy. John A. COLBY and Sons Interior decorators since 1866 129 North Wabash Avenue HTie CI4ICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Changing residence? The Chicagoan will go along — making its first fortnightly arrival three weeks after notice — if you will fill in the appended form. (Name) - (New address).- ~ (Old address) — (Date of change) — 38 TWECUICAGOAN THE PEARfON HOTEL East of the Water Tower 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 T/ie CHICACOENNE Pans Insists on Waistlines By MARCIA VAUGHN I CAN'T help feeling that these French courtouriers have nursed a grudge for years and are now getting back at us with a vengeance. It has always annoyed them to have Ameri cans popping into Paris one day and demanding a complete wardrobe for the next evening, and this year every dawgone thing they create has so many intricacies of molding to the in dividual figure that I doubt if there is anyone but the perfect mannequin who can put on a dress and walk out of the store without having something done to it. But the shops are pre pared to do well by us in this matter and are fitting each model to the in dividual purchaser — all the way from hats to stockings — achieving at last that personally designed look that the French have been howling about so long. First, they are very firm about the nip in the waist, and it must be more than just a piece of belt raised from the hips to the natural waist line. The dress is molded suavely through the waist and hips and though there is often a belt, the waist is carefully fitted under it. Blousing over the belt has just about disappeared from the scene. A Patou afternoon dress at Nelle Diamond's looks absolutely as if it were poured on the wearer and is just about the loveliest thing I have seen this week. A sort of deep coral, almost copper, flat crepe, it sweeps from the sloping neck in diagonal lines to the waist, where we have the afore said molding down to the hips. Towards the back of the right hip the material is gathered into three soft bows and from these the skirt floats down, longer at the right back than the other side. Another stunning Patou here, in beige satin, has the ma terial gathered tightly to the back with extra fullness in a deep godet, longer in back. Patou uses soft bows more effec tively than anyone else and this fall seems particularly fond of casual bows on the sleeve just a little below the elbow. Sleeve details in the way of bows, shirring, tucks and pleats about an inch or two below the elbow are shown on many of the new things. Mrs. Franklin's shop has ecru lace bows on a black velvet afternoon gown, and Gertrude Kopelman has a Patou in dahlia flat crepe with the band and bow around the sleeve. A black satin at Diamond's has a little pleated frill around the sleeve to har monise with the pleated tunic of the skirt. And lingerie collars and cuffs are awfully good, the cuffs usually very high and jaunty looking. White tucked net and lace finish a smart evergreen at Nelle Diamond's and a black canton has lovely coral net col lar and cuffs. It's all very gentle and flattering, SHIRRING is another softening in fluence. Gertrude Kopelman has several afternoon and evening things with a vertical band from the neck to the hips in front to which the ma terial is shirred to produce a smooth fit at the waist. One of these from Maggy Rouff is in very deep dahlia with a lovely long side line, and a deep green dress has the shirring and a very tricky collar, braided in front and tied in back. At Nelle Dia mond's honeydew velvet is shirred all around the bodice. This has dull white beaded collar and cuffs, very chic for elaborate afternoons or in formal evenings. The informal evening rates some of the nicest things of the season. They are calling them Sunday evening gowns, but in case you get lost they are really the beloved old dinner gowns with a new name and all new TI4E CHICAGOAN 39 fixings. Wide cape collars on these, dropping a few inches over the arms, give a nice little sleeve feeling that does make them ideal for restaurants and Sunday evenings where a thor oughgoing evening dress would be out of place. The cape collar is shown on a Nelle Diamond creation in black satin which has soft wide ruffles be low the knee and the striking addi tion of a wide silver leather belt at the high waist line. Pearlie Powell has an enchanting black velvet ruffled below the knee and finished with a circular collar of seed pearls. A few pearls are used on the lace collar of a black velvet at Diamond's, and if there is anything of greater elegance than black velvet and pearls I have yet to see it. IN dinner and evening dresses you will find some exquisite new metal cloths. Pearlie Powell has one from Lanvin in coppery red and dull gold metal shirred at the waist and sleeve to make a tightish high cuff with the sleeve puffing quaintly over it. At Nellie Diamond's there is a red metal dinner dress, sleeveless, and several lovely evening dresses with colorful floral patterns woven into the metal fabric. They also have chiffon with metal threads woven into it. Fishnet is another evening favorite — see these at Mrs. Franklin's. Taffeta billows gracefully into the present styles, fuchsia with long full sides at Nelle Diamond's and a deep red at Kopel- man's with the hem from the knee down of red tulle. And much velvet in pale colors or black. Vionnet does marvellous things with this. Nelle Diamond has one of hers in aqua marine velvet and Mrs. Franklin a different one in black with the mag nificent long side. The Franklin shop, on Delaware Place, is noted for its knitted suits and tweeds but they do show some exquisite formal things and accessories. You can see delicate seed pearl opera bags just in from Paris with the fashionable soft frame, very sophisticated afternoon suits — costume jewelry, and Chanel's famous perfume specialties — Number Five and Gardenia. And for the October trousseau the most alluring array of French lingerie you ever saw. Again — That Wedding Gift IF you are afflicted with the gift problem this month or feel that something should be done about fresh- oJilkouexxQ us sponsored bu Sj>< Authentic reproduction of models by Paris couturiers and Betty Wales originals for daytime and evening. Frocks Coats Hats (BdhfJlkifeA Shops 65 EAST MADISON ST. WILSON AVE. AT SHERIDAN RD. ening up the old homestead these choice little items should be decidedly cheering. Tobey's gift shop has a raft of china animals from Copenhagen in delight ful quaint designs, among them a kit ten playing with a tiny ball, a smirk ing fat rabbit, and an agile cow scratch ing its ear with a hind leg. Also, some very fine pieces in the brilliant red Royal Doulton ware, beautiful cats, dogs and elephants. Inexpensive and very new are some hangings from Egypt with designs appliqued in strik ing colors. A few deceptive cellar- ettes that look like very respectable old English cupboards and a very dashing bridge table and chairs in good modern design. I was delighted with the price tags on some genuine Staffordshire fig ures they have collected and with their excellent reproductions of old Sheffield 40 TI4E CHICAGOAN ? ? 8 ? ? ROOM ROOF GARDEN DUPLEX APARTMENT ATOP THE . . PARK . . EDGEWATER 6100 SHERIDAN ROAD AT THE LAKE A MAGNIFICENT, brand new home for some prominent family! First floor comprises gal lery, living room with open hearth, dining room, breakfast room, but ler's pantry, kitchen, maid's room and bath. Second floor comprises three chambers and two baths. Master bath with separate shower stall. Master chamber has fire place. Beautiful roof terrace ad jacent to first floor. Marvelous lake and boulevard views. Car peted floors. Must be seen to be appreciated. Reasonable rent! Other apartments of 2*/z,4 and 5 rooms, furnished or unfur nished, at moderate rentals. Call or telephone Sheldrake 10474. r APARTMENTS TRONNES AND COMPANY Counsellors and Directors Building Enterprises plate. They have, too, a case of very lovely Anderson pewter, a delicately fluted vase, some dainty compotes and divided relish dishes. Erskine-Danforth do wonderfully well by those difficult pieces — telephone cabinets, smoking stands, and coffee tables. The telephone cabinet is a fine William and Mary reproduction with handsome brass locks and hinges and the coffee table is in warm maple, a sturdy early American piece. For the smoking stand they copy a Colonial candlestand and insert a generous pew ter ash tray into its top. On the sec ond floor are some very amusing Eng lish prints with pompous, gay gentle men in tight breeches and high stocks demonstrating the art of horseback riding, one of the nicest being "How to Ride Gentle and Agreeable Down Hill." FOR the really exquisite and valu able gift look at some of Tatman's antiques. In the present collection is a particularly lovely dessert service in old Minton with the rare turquoise border and bright old-fashioned flowers — a different one in the center of each plate. A tea service of lovely old Rockingham is very unusual in that it is absolutely intact, even the teapot be ing unmarred. This is in mellow ivory and Robin's egg blue and has both tea and coffee cups. Another unusual piece is a splendid meat platter of Chamberlain-Worcester that would make a brilliant spot of color on a side board or dining room wall. He has several pieces of fine old Bristol glass with exquisitely cut rims, and a noble Sheffield epergne, the branches holding delicately cut little dishes of Cork glass. In Sheffield also is a set of four classic candlesticks gleaming on a Sheraton Pembroke table that is in un usually fine condition. These are only a few of the antiques and there are, besides, the rooms and rooms full of expertly selected modern things, many inexpensive gadgets for just a dollar or two and an enormous collection of very reasonably priced china, glass, and pottery. There is hardly a soul that isn't de lighted with good Oriental pieces like the ones Carolyn Wilson brings to her shop on Delaware place. She has quantities of the delicately carved rose quartz bottles that are so perfect for dressing tables, cloisonne vases, and queer little carnelian animals to add to the menageries everyone is crazy about these days. Since the Chinese symbol for connubial happiness is the fish, a very appropriate little gift would be a dozen of the fragile glass fish to float engagingly in finger bowls. Anything but fragile are the slender cocktail glasses in Chinese lacquer that are per fectly indestructible and very good looking. Carved soapstone is fashioned into stunning boxes and into fine Chinese figures that she makes up as lamp bases for the purchaser. An un usual thing here is the silver fruit that is piled into a Chinese pewter lotus bowl to make a particularly effective centerpiece. Well, happy hunting! The Philosopher A Story IN the dim sanctuary of his book- lined study, the old philosopher sat reading. Save for the funnel of in tense light from a student lamp that fell brilliantly across the pages of his book, the room was in darkness. His right hand held open the volume upon his knee, and at irregular intervals a pair of slender fingers rose and whirled, to turn a leaf of the octavo. In the circle of bright light dropped upon the white pages, the print seemed doubly black. The corners of the study were dark with a darkness that lightened by degrees as it approached the reading table and the glowing lamp. Outside the night was dark as the corners of the old philosopher's soul. With a sigh he closed the volume, and by a swift movement of the in- genious lamp shot a beam of light upon TI4E CHICAGOAN 41 JLVENA HARTMAN, Inc. in their new quarters, 333 Michigan Avenue, North, have created a new section where day time dresses for all oc casions may be had, at the attractive prices of 1 $29.50 to $59-50 the dial of a small clock that ticked on the mantel. It was exactly midnight and George had not yet come in. Once more he sighed, then rested his elbow on his chair-arm and his head upon his hand. In this position he fell into a philosophic reverie and with open mind considered the situation. When George did come in, he would be as drunk as usual and no doubt more than usually remorseful. There would be the usual distressing scene, the usual despair, the usual promises. And in evitably there would be the usual ne cessity for repeating the entire per formance on the following evening. His son was a heavy problem, the only problem for which the old philosopher had found no solution. Again his mind reviewed the situation. He had tried everything within reason. Seven boot leggers, catering to his son's thirst, he had first warned, then shot and killed — apparently quite without avail. His full-page announcement of intention in the Herald- American, promising a sim ilar fate to all who cared to court it, had been merely money thrown away. Since its appearance he had been obliged to shoot a dozen more. They appeared to thrive on it. Where one fell dead, three seemed to spring into activity; and he was running out of ammunition. Was it worth while to purchase more? In all conscience he was inclined to doubt it. The police too were becoming lax in consequence of his enterprise. Men had been done to death at busy corners, by thugs and gunmen, without official interference. "It's only old Bottomley shooting an other bootlegger," said the patrolmen one to another, as they listened to the fusillade. "The old boy's getting to be quite a shot!" AND it all seemed so futile. If only i\ George would listen to reason. A third time the old man sighed, and as the little hollow token of his failure died in the darkness, he heard the grat ing of his son's key in the outer lock, and his son's footsteps along the cor ridor. The walls echoed the tidings of his arrival. Then the study door was opened and the apparition stood within the room. "Father," it said, "I have come home." Quietly the old philosopher rose to his feet. "Listen to me, George," he com manded. "I have done what I could to save you from yourself. God knows — and you — what I have done. Realizing dr that your problem was too big for you th to combat alone, I took your part, and te< nearly a score of your friends have fah th len before my fire. Tonight I have lir been reading this surprising and able fr< work containing statistics of the boot- bo legging industry in America." He tapped the volume with his knuckles, co: "Do you know how many of these go tradesmen flourish in our land, serving bn the folly of our youth? On October 6, ge: 1928, there were one million three hun- "The Chicagoan " 407 So Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, $5. (I have encircled my choice as you will notice.) J^ame.... Address. ing dred and seventy-eight, not counting rou the druggists. And I have killed nine- tnd teen! Even to you it must be obvious fal' that I can no longer proceed along this ive line. Since I can not hope to save you ble from the bootleggers, I must save the iot- bootleggers and myself from you." He Withdrawing the hand that had been les. concealed in the breast of his dressing ese gown, he presented a pistol at his son's ing breast and continued to press the trig- • 6, ger until the weapon was empty. ln- — VINCENT STARRETT. For the Vivid Season — —a magazine exactly suited in viewpoint, touch and gusto to the exacting needs of a civilized reader during the crowded and critical months of October, November and December. TUE O-IICAGOAN A luncheon, tea or dinner in Chicago is gracefully managed, indeed, when supplied from the \itchen, with the service, and in the environment of WRIGLEY BUILDING 410 N. Michigan Avenue A chef who under stands the subtleties of foreign and native cookery — With a treasury of choice foods— truffles and mussels from France, sole from Eng land, lobster from Bos ton, pompano and crabs from New Orleans — And gay dancing, or quiet corners 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. L'Aiglon Twenty-two East Ontario Delaware 1909 TAe ROVING REPORTER 'Two Hurt in Auto Grasn" By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN CERTAIN accidents carry with them their own presentment of disaster. A mishap is sensed, moves to its climax; the calamity is punctual and strangely matter of fact. This one was such an accident. For perhaps three seconds during which the lights of the oncoming car held tilted against the horizon and its motor whinnied to a jammed accelera tor, the crash was certain. The lights dipped to follow a curved gravel road. The wheels slithered in loose stone. Very deliberately the car drew itself together for a slamming sidewise blow. We who were watchers had started running toward the curve. We paused. The crash was a dull metal boom heightened by the venomous tinkle of broken glass. Between that boom and our arrival time could not have been longer than another few seconds, yet people were already there, standing about with the curious helplessness of city folk in a physical emergency. The car had taken a heavy body blow; it lay — right side up, lights burning — across the dusty side road. A front window shattered. A front wheel torn away. The whole side curiously rumpled. The right run ning board gone. Moreover, the car was empty. Then, alarmingly, a man began to cry. "Oh, oh, ah — oh, oh, ah — •" Long gasps between despair and ter ror. Seemingly the man had been a spectator like the rest of us. In reality he had been the driver. His wail was befuddled, silly, "Oh, oh, ah — oh, oh, ah— ugh, ah — " A GIRL in pink — also among the spectators — wavered and held her left arm — blood came from this arm to ooze between her fingers. Her mouth pouted, stupid with fright. She made a small whining noise high in the palate and nose, like the beginning cry of a fretful infant. Her face, which must have been once plump and vivacious, was colorless in the direct headlight, the skin flabby, the hair bedraggled. She stood dazed, no one offering help for the first instant. A young man from the little group on the dusty gravel took charge. He supplied a handkerchief for the cut arm where glass had sliced a nasty U-shaped wound in the white flesh to so show the grain of underlying muscle, rough like the grain of a grapefruit after the smooth skin has been cut away. "That'll take stitches, Girlie," he said. "Better go to the doctor's cottage up there." From somewhere he comman deered a woman of the summer colony to lead the dazed girl to the doctor's cottage. The driver still cried. But the spell had been broken. He was questioned by a half dozen spectators at once. "I don't know how it happened," he re peated. "Oh, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I'll never drive a car again. Never. I'll never drive a car again." He was drawn to re examine the wreck of his new auto mobile, and each new visit brought its new fresh wail. THE spell being over, sympathy for the driver ebbed astonishingly. He was — obviously — a poor fish to go bawl ing on about his smashed car. He was — in the crowd's eyes — a contemptible motorist, for he could give no satisfac tory account of the accident. (Already a little group of self-appointed experts was estimating damages and collecting data on driving to show the smashup was needless.) And presently when a bystander reminded the driver that his girl had been taken off to the doctor's he followed in wonderment and evi dent chagrin for not having thought of her before. Spontaneously it came to a half dozen young fellows that the wrecked car should be moved off the road. The removal was accomplished in high good humor. Now that the accident was over and its excitement past, a number of volunteer wits offered comment on the situation. Their efforts were well received. Also, the accident having been at a summer resort and having been attended with just the proper touch of eventful informality, a half dozen flirtations sprang up between at tending youths and maidens. The tree against which the car had slammed be came a shrine for little pilgrimages, gaily conducted. TI4E CHICAGOAN 43 THE driver came back. At sight of his car he bawled again. He was little noticed. A crowd from the beach had arrived in a ramshackle Ford, and among the bathers a short, squealing blonde in a tight bathing suit. Ex planations redoubled for these new ar rivals. A visitor to the doctor's re ported that the girl was not much hurt, a cut, but nothing more serious. Some one else had called a garage. The crowd shifted, wavered, began to disintegrate. A few would hang on, of course, staring at the wrecked car. But the first arrivals began to leave, resigning the tale to late comers. An impatient motorist honked to get on. He nosed through the lane of spectators and slid off beyond the dark, tricky gravel curve. This resumption of traffic inspired a chorus of honks. The time, from start to finish, was per haps 15 minutes. Offi cers WE have for some time admired the new full dress uniform re cently allowed officers of the United States Army. It is a uniform which finds its motif in traditional blue rather than khaki and so, to us, at least, in an American rather than a British tradi tion of warrior dress. Blue, especially it it be spangled with gold, is imposing indeed. A cursory glance at the catalogue of The Associated Military Stores — regulation equipment for army officers ¦ — leaves us even more highly im pressed. A full dress coat for a gen eral officer comes to $95. But wait. A special evening dress coat, corre sponding to the tuxedo, in real gold braid does well enough at $78. A mess coat, handsome in blue, comes to $65. Trousers corresponding come at $34. And a separate pair for each coat, naturally. A dress cape, for all officers, is $70. A general officer's cap, with real gold embroidery, is a bargain at $34. A shoulder knot in gold wire is $14.50. Shoulder straps retail at $8. A full dress belt, gold, is $35. A sabre knot $5.50. A sash, $24.50. Supposing, then, that a general of ficer dresses adequately to meet a social evening and the investment comes to something like $310.50. We do not include personal jewelry. We recall a marching snatch which had to do with a man who was in the army now and for whom was pre dicted a life of poverty. — GONFAL. CLOTHES Llamando Topcoats Luxurious, Chillproof, Showerproof The silky softness of a Llamando top coat, its graceful lines and evident style, bespeak refinement. Its weightless, chillproof and showerproof qualities afford its wearer a high degree of all weather comfort. FOUR CONVENIENT STOKES IN CHICAGO EXCLUSIVE REPRESENTATIVES for DOBBS HATS in CHICAGO Harmonising Pastel Tints THOUGH its luxurious comfort is of course the most important featureof the SIMMONS BEAUTYREST MATTRESS, the delightful tints of the coverings in which it is now presented will be given serious con sideration by anyone with an eye to color harmony. 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Canal St. Phone - Roosevelt 2920 BOOK/ The Oceans of Biography By SUSAN WILBUR ON the very day that Hugh Wal- pole's new novel Hans Frost was published there appeared also a book about Mr. Walpole. Of late years it has been quite the thing for a pub' lisher to have one of his star novelists write a pamphlet about another of them, these pamphlets being greatly in demand by ladies who have papers to write for literary clubs. And at first sight it might appear that Clemence Dane's Tradition and Hugh Walpole was simply the same sort of thing — only more so by about 200 pages. It turns out, however, to be much more like a tip on the races. An elaborate tip, going all the way down to fifth, sixth and seventh choices. Hugh Walpole is a novelist in whose work the pleasure giving quality has always been very strong. So strong that even when he does a really tre- mendous thing such as The Cathedral or Harmer John the tendency is not to attach any particular importance to it, but merely to remark to oneself in the back of one's mind that Hugh Walpole has thought up another whacking good subject. And not a bit like his last one in spite of the fact that a good many of the same people reappear. Miss Dane points out, however, that that is just how Hugh Walpole has fooled us. That if he had turned cub' ist and written those stop'and'go sen' tences, or left out his punctuation, he would have had the Thames on fire more than once. Whereas by writing fluently as he does, and in the conven' tional manner, he has been able to get away with murder — as well as arson. The extreme instance of his ability to get away with things being of course his Portrait of a Man with Red Hair. Here he had a story to tell which was quite literally not fit for publication. So he wrote it as a shocker. And as Miss Dane remarks, in a shocker, or as we should call it, a mystery story, "there is no abomination of crime that is not allowable: torture, murder, rape, the man-hunt: the more devilishly in' genious the author, the more suitable the book for popular consumption." The study does more than just this of course. It weaves all the novels of Hugh Walpole into a developing philo sophic system. And hitches that sys tem to the general development of the English novel from Lyly to Thackeray. ODDLY enough, Hans Frost takes the story up where Clemence Dane leaves off. Mr. Walpole makes a cautious be ginning: "No portrait of, or allusion to, any living person is intended in the pages of this novel." And it is well that he does so. For a thing here and a thing there is, to say the least, remi niscent: the delegation bringing Hans Frost a speech and a parcel on his sev entieth birthday, the rich wife, twenty- five years his junior, whose business it has been to make a pedestal for him, above all the collected edition of his works, and the fact that, famous as he was, it fell flat. But however much a thing here and a thing there may remind us of other and older novelists, the fact remains that Hans Frost, veteran writer, is, in his methods of work at least, a por trait of Mr. Walpole himself. A good many novelists do nothing but write their own story over and over. Take the Chicago novelist, Ellen du Pois Taylor; churn her events as she will, it always boils down to a heroine born in Dakota and stopping in Chicago en route for Europe. But Mr. Walpole is the other kind of novelist. His char acters come to him from outside. In his privately printed Crystal Box: Frag ments of Autobiography he tells us so. 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Not inspired by the pretty young niece, but nonetheless set in motion by her. THERE is the story of a city child who paid a visit just far enough in the country so that there was an apple tree, and who wrote home that the apples were so thick you couldn't walk. On the same principle you might say that the biographies have been so thick this fortnight that you couldn't read. For the person who is interested in American history there have been new lives of Lincoln, of Jefferson Davis, of Daniel Webster, and of half a dozen other makers of that history. Cyrano, Marlborough, Lorenzo the Magnificent, and Peter the Great are just a few of the European celebrities who have been biographed since the last issue. The big thing so far is of course Beethoven the Creator by Romain Rol- land. M. Rolland may almost be said to have lived this book before writing it: one of his earliest literary efforts was a monograph on Beethoven; Jean Cristophe was Beethoven; and now in his maturity he writes the story lit erally, choosing, however, to deal only with the apex of it, that is, with the years from the Eroica to the Appas- sionata. A Roman "one" on the title page looks as though M. Rolland might be planning a volume two which would finish the story, but there are no signs that he ever means to tell the begin- ning. The illustrative material to the volume is in its way as remarkable as the text itself, being indeed a Bee- thoven collection in miniature: facsim- ile reproductions of a Beethoven letter, of a page from the appassionata, of the bill of Beethoven's first public concert in Vienna, photographs from portraits of Beethoven and of his friends, and from contemporary prints of the streets and buildings that played a part in his life. A MONG the less epochal biographies #v are three that make good reading for the light they throw upon the American scene. One of these I read quite by accident: it had an introduc- tion by Lucy Fitch Perkins of Evan- ston, which I thought I would glance through, as even a southsider meets Evanston people sometimes. The in troduction told of some campers in Colorado happening into the cook tent of a telephone construction gang, and finding soup, cinnamon rolls, and a copy of Hamlet. I more or less had to find out how the Shakespeare got there, and in so doing read a fine story of life in the mining camps as told by Anne Ellis, whose mother cooked and washed her children through the early Bonanza days. Another book which might be a pio neering story, or might even be a story of woodcraft if it had the time to be, Lobster a la Newbur g to Serve at Home THE salt tang of the sea lends frag rance to this College Inn Specialty ! 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Free Information 0N SEEL*"" A specialized service in choosing a school absolutely free of charge to you. For busy parents and questioning boys and girls reliable information about the kind of school desired. Why select hurriedly when expert advice can be had by writing to THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS School and College Bureau Dept. P, Daily News Plaza, 400 W. Madison St. Chicago, III. is Seven Iron Men by Paul de Kruif. It is the biography not of one person, but of a whole family, the sons and ' grandsons of Lewis Howell Merritt, who, pack on back, spent some twenty years or more surveying the Missabe range north of Duluth for iron, in the intervals of making enough money at lumber to finance the thing when it finally came through. Mr. de Kruif manages somehow to work the whole story of Minnesota iron into their story, the geology of it as well as its industrial, financial, and prospector pic neer prospector sides. The third is quite different. In A Victorian Village, Lisette Woodworth Reese gives her reminiscences of a life which appears to have been everything that a poet's life ought always to be. And so rarely is: take Keats for in stance. Miss Reese was born in a little village two miles out of Baltimore, back in the days when two miles was still quite a distance. Old houses, old or chards, old gardens, gypsies and other colorful figures of the road all have their part to play in her memories, and so do the reverberations of the Civil War, of which the fear and the tragedy did not come too close to her. IN her new novel Chariot Wheels, due for publication within a day or two, Sylvia Thompson does a curious and yet most effective thing with her ability to transfer youth and its despairs to the printed page. For instead of depicting the war generation as she did in The Hounds of Spring, the novel which made a reputation for her three years ago, when she was scarcely out of Oxford, or an American girl as she did in her annoying Battle of the Hori zons, which was all the more annoying because there was such a lot of truth in it, she has here turned to 1902 and the early Edwardian era, and made the young people of that era young again, really young in spite of costuming them complete from their stays to their doorstep manners. "Why," thought Lester, parked for interminable seconds beside a simultaneously arriving young lady whom he did not know, "is there no social formula for this particular situation?11 And then, as if to make the reader quite aware of what she has achieved, Miss Thompson introduces an autobiographical sketch along modern' istic lines, purporting to have been written by the daughter of these door step sufferers: youth yesterday and youth today. TI4E CHICAGOAN Book Briefs Beethoven the Creator, by Romain Rol land. Translated by Ernest Newman. The Great Creative Epochs: I. From the Eroica to the Appassionata. (Harper and Brothers.) A book about Beethoven, in which the author of Jean Christophe, having studied him for a lifetime, at tempts to "embrace the excess of his contrasts that brings about his mighty equilibrium," and to show the exact pro portion in which a man with "the im mense joy of the symphonies" inside him feels the impact of the common or gar den variety of misfortune. A work of scholarship plus enthusiasm. The Life of an Ordinary Woman, by Anne Ellis. With an Introduction by Lucy Fitch Perkins. (Houghton Mifflin Company.) Early mining days in Colo rado as remembered by a woman whose mother washed and cooked her way through them, and left her stamina as a legacy to a daughter who was also to marry a miner. Seven Iron Men, by Paul de Kruif. Illus trated. (Harcourt Brace and Co.) The story of iron in Minnesota told in terms of the Merritt family, who spent their lives hunting it, twenty years to the peak of their success in the Missabe range, and then three years of luck before penniless, they put their packs on their backs and started hunting it again. Mr. de Kruif links his Merritts to geology on the one hand and to American finance and in dustry on the other. A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days, by Lizette Woodworth Reese. (Farrar and Rinehart.) A poet's autobiography: picturesque memories of old Baltimore and the countryside, and of bygone poets and editors, all with a slight scent of lavender. Chariot Wheels, by Sylvia Thompson. (Little, Brown and Co.) The story of a London debutante of the year 1902 who marries a rising young novelist and is thereafter dragged at the wheels of his chariot as it bounces from one fictionally fruitful love affair to the next. The School for Wives, by Andre Gide. Translated from the French by Dorothy Bussy. (Alfred A. Knopf.) The diary of a young girl who went to Italy just before the turn of the century and met there a most extraordinary young man named Robert. She particularly admired the nobility of his sentiments and, in gen eral, his superiority over herself, and mar ried him in spite of warnings from a father who didn't believe in sentiments, religious or otherwise. The reader sees it coming before Eveline does. And it doesn't take Eveline twenty years to find Robert out. The war enables M. Gide to achieve a last straw which is extremely ironic. For what finishes things for Eve line: the use of Robert's noble sentiments in sending other soldiers to trenches where he does not propose to go himself is the very thing that reassures Robert. Can there be any doubt of my nobility, thinks Robert, when they've given me this nice croix de guerre. 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Wherein the Chevalier of Pensieri Vani and the Seigneur of Hors-Concours, now in their sixties, take to the road together once more, and pay a contemplative yet observant visit to Southern Europe and Northern Africa. Companions of their voyage, some fairly permanent, some temporary, include a young American aviator, whose parents they knew in the old days, an older and richer American who is trying to buy an amphitheatre to take home, a Dane who thinks that you can see more of Spain in a roomful of Sorollas in New York than by going there, and a lady with a notebook. Quiet beauty combined with a certain charac' teristic shrewdness makes Gardens of the World a personal expression as well as a travel story of uniqueness and charm. The Uncertain Trumpet, by A. S. M. Hutchinson. (Little Brown and Co.) A story of the hunting counties of England, with the heroine forbidden to hunt. Man AND His World: Northwestern University Essays in Contemporary Thought, edited by Baker Brownell. Ten volumes. (D. Van Nostrand Com pany.) The fruits of our civilization reduced by experts to such form that he who runs may put it in his pocket a volume at a time. Art Chicago Galleries Buttermilk ERE I to meet artists whose work was hung in the Chicago Galleries1 Association recent exhibi- tion — any save Lowell Houser and Ross Moffett — I think I should be tempted to ask if they believe in Santa Claus. Such perfumy sweetness, such sentimentality is difficult to find out side the novels of Harold Bell Wright. Nor is it the subject matter which is at fault. Subject matter makes little differ ence in the visual arts. An artist who has temperament, who has passion, who has personality — an artist, in brief, who is an authentic artist, which means that he has something peculiar to himself to convey, can make as much out of a dish of fruit as out of a saint. What was at fault in the ex hibition under discussion was the almost total lack of personality, and person ality in art comes out largely in treat ment rather than in choice of subject. There were landscapes here and por traits and figure pieces and still lifes the same as there are, for instance, in the Birch-Bartlett Collection at the Art Institute. 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There would be no need of writing about the work in question did it not pass for art, far and wide, while the work of real artists in Chi' cago and elsewhere goes unheeded. THE woodcuts of Lowell Houser and the monotypes of Ross Mof' fett are the only redeeming features of the Chicago Galleries show. Mr. Houser has an active feeling for pure form, and some of his pieces convey a sense of awe and wonder akin to that possessed by the drawings of the natural, unschooled artists of the in' terior of Mexico. There is a quiet, casual humor in some of his concep' tions. His Merry Christmas with its large plant in the center, small, simple madonna and child in the lefthand corner and singular decorations all around, is strangely reminiscent of the tailpiece of some old illuminated He brew manuscript. Ross MofFett's monotypes have mood and a definite atmosphere which are effected somehow with marked economy of form. The figures are drawn so that by their mere posture they say something to the beholder, something meaningful and yet elusive, something like that which strangers say to each other at times with a sig' nificant look. Now, by jumping down to the Art Institute, we can take a glance at George Harding's Collection, which is to remain on exhibit till October 14th. Here are fourteenth and fifteenth cen' tury German, Spanish Gothic, Dutch and English primitive paintings, stone carvings, wood carvings and alabaster reliefs — all of them religious in sub' ject matter. And there is a portrait in stone which dates even further back. Affixed to it is the following note: "This head is a portrait of As' sur'Bani-Pal, a bloodthirsty Assyrian king, and is probably contemporary, as each king had a habit of doing his own portrait — 667'626 B. C." Conceptions in the Harding Collec tion are anecdotal and literary. 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