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A Schwab and Mandel musical romance featuring a hun' dred voices and the excellent cO'Operation of Charlotte Lansing, George Houston and Rosco Ails to make up a colorful and tuneful evening. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. BROADWAT NIGHTS— Majestic, 22 W. Monroe. Central 8240. Texas Guinan and her gang antic through this one. Re viewed by Charles Collins on page 32. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. FOLLOW THRU— Apollo, 74 W. Ran dolph. Central 8240. A golf game done into words and music plus an extremely revealing locker room scene. Altogether a lively and pleasant evening. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. HOLD EVERYTHING— Four Cohans, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. A boxing match done into words and music with' out the locker room scene for a some what less lively evening. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama JOURNEY'S END— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. A moving and high' souled drama of British gentlemen at war. By all means. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. KINGDOM OF GOD— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Ethel Barry- more in an easy going and charming Spanish play which has had its run in' definitely extended. It is to be followed by The Love Dual, also with Miss Barry more. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2-30. No Sunday performance. FIRES OF SPRING— Cort, 132 N. Dear born. Central 0019. Eugenie Leonto- vich in a sprightly vehicle charmingly done. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THUNDER IN THE AIR— Princess, 319 S. Clark. Central 8240. An ambitious play sponsored by the Dramatic League of Chicago and abetted by the Shubert boys. It is reviewed on page 32 by Charles Collins. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE MASQUE AND THE FACE— Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Mon roe. Central 7085. The revival by Luigi Chirall from last year's stage, and a good one. Curtain 8:30. Matinee Friday only. No Sunday performance. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Star's-Eye View, by Sandor Cover Current Entertainment, for the fortnight ending November 16. ...Page 2 Dinner and Dance 4 Editorially 7 On Going Abroad, by Arthur Meeker, Jr 9 Allure, by Clarence Biers 10 LlVRE Du Mois, by Chevy Chase 10 Harvard — A Play, by Gonfal 1 1 Reducio Ad Absurdum 12 Between the Halves, by Charles Collins 13 Lake Zurich Golf Club, by Thomas E. Tallmadge 15 Town Talk 17 A Touch of Soil, by C. W. Anderson 18 Telepathy, by Scott Brown 19 James Keeley — Chicagoan, by Romola Voynow 21 Tex, by Nat Karson 22 The Radio Show, by Francis C. Coughlin 30 The Stage, by Charles Collins 32 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 36 Go, Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 40 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 42 Music, by Robert Pollak 46 Books, by Susan Wilbur 48 ... ? 'i! TONT SARG'S MARIONETTES— The Goodman Memorial. A performance of Rip Van Winkle. Saturdays, November 2 and 9, 10:30 and 2:30. PARIS— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Cen tral 3404. Irene Bordoni is reviewed in this one by Dr. Collins on page 32. Curtain 8:30. Thurs. and Sat. 2:30. MT GIRL ERIDAT— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. A bawdy farce disdained by Charles Collins on page 32. THE JADE GOD— Playhouse, 410 S. Mich igan. Harrison 2300. A thriller done in the Oriental manner which carries on gratifyingly well. Closing soon. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. MAJOR BARBARA— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th. Harrison 6609. Bernard Shaw oc cupies the attention of The New York Theatre Guild with this one until No' vember 23, at which date Strange Inter- lude takes the boards. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. HOMICIDE— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. William Hodge presents this thriller beginning November 9. To be reviewed. BROTHERS— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2464. Bert Lytell stars in this one. It will be reviewed. MUSIC CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— Opening with a splendid fanfare for its 19th year in the new Opera Building. Every night, Sunday excepted; Matinee Satur day and Sunday. Saturday night, popular prices The season is from November 4 to February 1. CHICAGO STMPHONT ORCHESTRA — The 39th year at Orchestra Hall un der the direction of Frederic Stock. Regular subscription program concerts Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings (the same program). Fourteen popular concerts, second and fourth Thursday evenings throughout the season. Tues day afternoon concerts, a bit heavier than pop programs, the second and fourth Tuesdays of each month. Call Harrison 0363 for information. CINEMA [See daily papers jor whereabouts; page 36 jor more copious comment.] RIO RITA: The best show in town. FLIGHT: Jack Holt, Ralph Graves and Lila Lee in an excellent air picture. WHY BRING THAT UP: Messrs. Moran and Mack in high good humor. HIS GLORIOUS NIGHT: Nance O'Neil saves the picture for John Gilbert. EVIDENCE: Pauline Frederick and com petent associates put new life in old situations. OH YEAW: James Gleason and Robert Armstrong are pretty funny. [continued on page 4] The Chicagoan— Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St.. Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Advertis ing Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol VIII. No. 4 — Nov. 9, 1929. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUE CHICAGOAN 3 EX(LU/IVE/ WITH JTEVEtt/ Chas ¦ A ¦ Stevens ¦ & • Bros Contraband* Playing Cards— that everyone is talking about in hushed tones ! Travetese Shoes— make the well-dressed woman walk with a new understanding. JLity of France Corset— for that new grace ful figure which every woman wants. C9est Ca* Perfume— the CI to CIX Series, nine lingering fragrances — one for every mood and occasion. 'Weimar99* Chiffon Hosiery— for all oc casions, from the most serviceable street Hose to the filmiest, sheerest ones for evening. *Trademark Registered. Chas ¦ A ¦ Stevens ¦ & ¦ Bros 4 TUECI4ICAG0AN ^2*$****™-^ SALUTE: That Army-Navy tie-game again, with trimming. THE VIKING: The only silent picture this year worth seeing. TABLES North EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. A tuneful and respectable harbor, elabo rately furnished and frequented by nice people. Ted Fio-Rito's band. Friday night is college. Wildenhus is head- waiter. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. A thor oughly knowing establishment in the mileu of the genuine Gold Coast and frequented by genuine people. John Burgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Largest of the class inns and well patronized by gay customers, ordinarily young. Jack Chap man's band. Peter Ferris is headwaiter. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Largest of the North- side cabarets, late and merry with a fair crowd and elaborate entertainment. Verne Buck's band. Ralph Burke is headwaiter. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A quiet and alto gether competent resort for the diner out on the mid-north side. A splendid kitchen. No dancing. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton. Delaware 2592. A smart and nobly victualled din ing room in the Parisian manner apt to be predominantly formal and certain to number excellent people at its table. Wal ter Stemns is headwaiter. VANITY FAIR— 803 Grace. Buckingham 23 54. A great place for lovers of the tight little isle and open unreasonably late. Pretty fair entertainment. All sorts of people. Keith Beecher's band. John Conroy is headwaiter. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. An admirable port any night, stormy or otherwise, with hostesses, en tertainment, Southern and Chinese cook ing. Eddie Jackson's band. Gene Har ris is headwaiter. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. The loudest night club in the universe and a show place in its fashion. Monday night theatrical. Every night informal, hysterical, hey-hey and cheap. Dan Dodd's band. Johnnie Makeley is headwaiter. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A French parlor handsomely served, furnished with private dining [listings begin on page 2] rooms, a fair band and generally a swell idea. Mons. Teddy oversees. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. A: bustling sea food restaurant astonishingly /well provided with ocean delicates, and open until 4:00 a. m. Something of a show place. Jim Ireland usually oversees. JULIEN'S— 109 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. A conservatory given to nightly demon strations of frog legged scallop tremend ously served. Starting promptly at 6:30 p. m. for an imposing table d'hote. A show place. Mama Julien oversees. One must telephone for reservations. ROCOCO TEA ROOM— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 1242. A Swedish conservatory whose smorgasbord sings like Jenny Lind. Well worth your inspection. Closes at nine. TURKISH VILLAGE— 606 N. Clark. Del aware 1456. Well, it ain't refined, but it's late and lively for any man's party. RICKETTS— 2727 N. Clark. A steak and sandwich emporium open late and laud ably for a night crowd. THE RED STAR INK— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. A German grocery store with its groceries cooked and brought to table with the benign eye of Papa Gal- laur. Astonishingly good victuals. GRAYLINGS — 410 N. Michigan. A luncheon choice moderately expensive and exclusive as such things go. It is perhaps more to feminine than to mas culine taste. L£ PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michi gan. Also more to feminine than to masculine taste, but a show place and deservingly such. Downtown BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Long a touch stone of boulevard civilisation, the Black- stone continues in its unquestionable prestige. Margraff's orchestra. No danc ing. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous establish ment and very lively indeed on big foot ball evenings, the Stevens is nicely gaged to meet individual needs. Doc Davis' band for dancing. Fey is headwaiter. CONGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. The show place on the boulevard, famous for Peacock Alley and the Balloon Room, and noted for Johnny Hamp's band, the Congress has been tinkering with its menus lately and achieving dishes quite notable. Ray Barrette is headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A very graciously hos pitable tavern with good food, adequate service and an unusually good hotel or chestra. Muller is maitre d'hotel. PETRUSKA CLUB— 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. A night club and res taurant in the Russian manner given over to extremely alert people and made bright by unusual entertainment. Kinsky is headwaiter. Khmara is master of cere monies. BAL TABORIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Always a notable night place, Bal Taborin offers the amazing decoration made possible through Wilfred's clavilux. Sleepy Hall's band. Dick Reid is head- waiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Gene Byfield is again invited to contribute a line describing his base ment resort. Lloyd Huntley's band. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Wabash 0770. Imposing English cookery is here as breath taking as the empire. A most notable luncheon choice. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. If stocks are up and tickers cheerful, La- Salle Street lunches magnificently at Kau's. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. A pop ular luncheon choice well served and ex tremely well attended. Good people. SCHLOGL'S— 37 N. Wells. Noted for its literary flavor, Schlogl's is none less worthy for memorable dining at a fifty- year-old board. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. A tavern preserving worthy traditions of American victualry and an advisable luncheon or dinner choice. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Har rison 2628. Since World's Fair times an able exponent of American cookery and a resourceful kitchen besides. Hie- ronymus is proprietor. COFFEE DAN'S— Dearborn at Randolph. A night restaurant loud and late attended by all big celebrities and a rollicking spot on Randolph Street. South CAFE LOUISIANE— 1241 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. The fine art of Creole dining is here lovingly advised and prac ticed under the eye of Mons. Gaston Alciatore. One should consult Gaston, or Max, perhaps by telephone some little time before a meal is contemplated. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lake Park Avenue. A splendid French restaurant modestly purveying to a delighted Southside. A worthy venture. Madame supervises. TI4E CHICAGOAN o JG)HjU>< ROSS & BROWNE Sales and Managing Agents Palmolive Building • Whitehall 7373 Agent on Premises Li rIKE all really fine things in life, the completion of 1500 Lake Shore Drive has taken time. Every detail of construction and equipment has met the critical standards exacted by the owners of this, Chicago's finest cooperative structure. Each week now sees more lights gleaming in this lofty building as the tenant owners — a group of leading Chicago citizens and their families — establish here their permanent, spacious homes. A limited number of luxurious apartments are yet available, each high above the city, each with mag nificent views East, West and South, varying in size from 9 to 1 1 rooms. Those who desire the finest possible- type of city home should see them without delay. 6 TUECUICAGOAN ^ tk m WTL TdfL LU/WS I HE most precious costume ot all, which must like a jewel, retlect beautij in eveptj tacet, and sparkle to match ijoup own brilliant evening mood. . ..We ppesent our collection with pardonable ppide ... it encompasses the genuinely impoptant Papis successes, copied in the most exquisite ot Tabpics, while the wpaps ape enpiched with the most luxupious ot the season s accepted turs. CHICAGOAN TRACTION is Chicago's riddle of the Sphynx. Better minds than ours have tottered upon their thrones in attempting to solve it. Therefore we will not hazard a technical opinion upon the plans for subways and extensions of the elevated and surface lines which are now under discussion as a settlement of the weary old problem. We see clearly, however, that this program spells progress — three hundred million dollars worth of it — and we toss up our Homburg with a hearty huzaa. r v 'The Chicagoan's traction platform is simple. It con.-__ sists of the slogan: "Get the elevated structure off the downtown streets." In other words, a bos the so-callecL Union Loop. Apparently this idea is not only simple but also radical; the three hundred million dollar plan intimates that the Loop will have to remain until everything else is fixed up. But we are in a passionate hurry about its aboli tion, and do not relish waiting until the millennium. The report of the traction settlement engineers says : "The elevated loop cannot be removed until other facili ties are provided for the trains which will be using it after the construction of the two subways herein mentioned.'" So it seems that the OI1 Debbil Loop will remain for years, holding the business district under its thralldom of darkness and pandemonium. Chicago must wear this iron girdle of self-denial that has been riveted about her loins until some traction knight of the future comes riding to her rescue. '; There has been a heart-break hidden in every traction plan presented for the city's consideration. This is ours. V THE Carnegie Foundation has made a comprehensive survey of the higher education's contributions to the professions of brawn, especially football. The fruit of this research is now available in book form under the title, Bulletin 23, and the publication promises to be the most popular of the season among the university clubs and alumni associations. It will be searched eagerly for evi dence of sin on the part of the hated rivals of Alma Mater. The Foundation should now turn its search-light upon col legiate activity in the arts. Among candidates for the baccalaureate degree there is gross over-emphasis upon the saxophone. The value of tap-dancing as preparation for a career in the learned professions is also exaggerated in the undergraduate mind. These kindred perils should be studied closely. There is evidence to show that the jaw bands which are now spread like an uncanny fungus over the face of Ameri can civilization are recruited, not so much from the sweep ings of Tin-Pan Alley as from the fine flower of the col lege fraternity houses. Many a hard-working father would be happy to practice spartan economies to educate his son into a Red Grange. But the same parents will denounce the higher education as a failure when they find their Bachelors of Arts braying through brass horns in a dance palace, or standing under a cinema spot-light chanting in- Editorially sanely: "Snails do it — whales do it — let's do it — let's fall in love!" This should be the Carnegie Foun dation's next assignment. SHOULD one speak of dire events on Wrigley and Shibe Fields, now a month gone into history? Should one mention our humbled Cubs, world's champions only in the matter of strike-outs? Nay, rather — For heaven's sa\e let us sit upon the ground K And tell sad stories of the deaths of \ings. Still, one point remains to be explained, one which has been overlooked in the copious screeds of the sports-page experts. That ten-run eruption in the seventh inning of the fourth game, and that bitter bombardment in the ninth inning of the last game — rallies by the Athletics after air tight pitching by the Cubs — were related. The stars in their courses were working against the Cubs; a low, brilliant sun was burning not only into Hack Wilson's eyes but into our pitchers' as well. These rallies, you will note, came at almost the same time of day under similar weather conditions. The effect of the dazzlement upon the Cubs' center-fielder was obvious; everyone knows about it and forgives the unfortunate Wil son. But the idea that it might also be troubling the Cubs' pitchers never occurred to the baseball experts, although evidence was before them. Nehf, one of the several Cub pitchers who suffered in that ten-run explosion, could not see the return toss from the catcher because of the sun in his eyes; once he had to duck to escape being struck in the face by the ball. Well, there's an alibi for you. But for the sun, the series would have come back to Chicago with the Cubs leading, three to two. It might be argued in rebuttal, of course, that the Athletics were similarly handicapped. The answer to which is that the home team is always better prepared to meet the special conditions of its own ball yard. ? A NN APOLIS invites — or challenges — West Point to a JL\^ post-season football game with no questions asked; and whether accepted or not this gallant suggestion means the beginning of the end of the Army-Navy athletic divorce case. Whatever concessions are made, the fact re mains that both sides were right. To these Montagues and Capulets the public can only say: "A blessing on both your houses." There is no doubt that West Point has been getting choice postgraduate football material. For example, in 1925, Christian Cagle, playing with a Louisiana college team, ranked fifth among the point scorers of the country; and since then "Onward, Christian Soldier" has been West Point's battle-cry. Annapolis, on the other hand, rolls its own heroes. Therefore, when the reunion is staged, we hope to see Navy do to Army what the young David did to that All-Palestinian star, Goliath. TI4E CHICAGOAN GIFTS . . . Ouperb gifts, gracious gifts, exquisite trifles, gathered from the distant corners of tlie Old World, are kere at Saks -Fifth Avenue lor your lastidious choosing. SAKS- FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO NE\\r YORK TWECWICAGOAN 9 On Going Abroad As Well as on the Dehghts and Despairs of Returning By ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. Ijf7 course, there really are a num- ^S ber of reasons for going abroad. For instance, you cannot hope to stay in town 12 months out of 12 and re tain even a vague semblance of popu larity, with your friends or your fam ily. What a delightful air of novelty you present to your aunts, as you step off the Century in a Bond Street crea tion, which was almost as much of a surprise to you as it is to them, and a trunkful of alluring keepsakes from the Gift Shoppes of the Ringstrasse and the rue de la Paix. There is merit, you see, in making yourself as rare as possible. Even after the keepsakes have been distributed you remain a favorite — oh, perhaps, if you have luck, till the second week of the opera season. This is one of the principal reasons why I choose to spend half of every year in Europe. There are others. I have some friends in England — not all of them tailors — who expect, and I hope will always receive, an annual visit. I like to dine out in Paris and go to the Ballet Russe or the Cirque d'Hiver. I would rather take motor trips in Normany than New England. I count the summer lost in which I have not heard Lotte Lehmann in Der Kosenkavalicr , supped on rotkraut and Miinchener beer at the Osterreichischer Hof in Salzburg, wandered among pink flowering chestnuts in the gardens of Chantilly and Fontainebleau, made my traditional face at the waters of the Pump Room in Bath, watched Melba eat ecrevisses a la nage at the Embassy Club, climbed the ruins of the Chateau Gaillard at Les Andelys, and carried any six of my best friends home to their respective hotels after a convivial hour at the Ritz bar. YOU can't do these things in America. And when, having done each of them — and a great many others I really haven't space to men tion here — as thoroughly as possible for just as long as I want to, I am willing to return, rested, refreshed, indispu tably insolvent, but quite ready to resume the taxing but glorious role of Chicago's Decadent Young Man. (I called myself that last year, hoping someone would contradict me, but no body has yet, so I'm afraid I wasn't as funny as I tried to be.) But there is still another reason for leaving Chicago. A much more im portant one, a thrilling and dramatic one, possible only to those fortunate people who happen to live on this par ticular corner of the shores of Lake Michigan. It is this: every time I come home I come to a different city! Where else but in Chicago could this happen? Just consider a few of the changes that have taken place in the last six months, and you will sec what I mean. Since early spring a flock of surprising skyscrapers have thrust their way into existence. Out on the river we have a new opera house, so huge it seems planned for the music dramas of a race of Titans. Across from it the Daily ]<[ews rears its sturdy white tower to a sooty sky. North of the bridge we have gone moderne with a vengeance. There arc so many new office buildings and ath letic clubs and banks, with so strong a family resemblance to each other, that I grow dizzy on my morning walks and can no longer tell which block I am supposed to be in. There are a hundred and one recent ly opened restaurants with gay and in viting names. It would take fifty years to popularize a new cafe in London or Paris, but in Chicago you never know from week to week where it is smart to be caught dining by the society reporters. THERE are scores of new shops, to make your Christmas purchasing even more bewildering than it normally is. Farther north, the old Casino, with its happy memories of a misspent but fairly amusing youth, is now a heap of mouldering stones, while its successor, the new Casino, rises green and sticky as a hothouse orchid behind the ruins. North again, the Palm Olive Building, handsomest of all the giants, rivals the Jungfrau on clear evenings in the rosy splendor of its Alpine glow. And be yond the Drake a whole fleet of over grown apartment houses shelter the shingled heads of the debutantes of 1929. This is just a small part of Chicago I happen to know something about. Exactly the same sort of changes have occurred all over the city this year and every other year since I can remember. Think back a bit and recall, if you can — memory's a fleeting thing in this whirlwind town of ours — the Chicago of two years ago, of five, of ten, of twenty. That's as far back as I go with any clearness, but if any of you should be old enough (I hope for your 10 TWE CHICAGOAN sakes you're not) to remember the Chi cago of '93, and imaginative enough to picture the almost frightening possibili ties of Chicago in 1933 — well, I'm sure you see what I'm driving at. It's all tremendously exciting. I honestly love having to ask the lift boy where the corner drug store has moved to, and not being sure where I can buy a pair of gloves. After six months away I'm a foreigner in my own home town. BUT alas, there's another side to the picture! (There always has to be, you know, to make one of my articles. Maybe you know the formula now as well as I do.) For it is unfortunately true that Chicago's social scene, perhaps in revenge because our background shifts and changes so amazingly, re mains as dampeningly full as a fallen souffle. Boulevard links may come, and civic theaters may go, but the Four Hundred go on forever. Why this is, I don't pretend to ex plain. Why Chicago should be the least interesting city of its size in the world, I simply cannot tell you. Why we are so set in our complacent monotonously pallid ways, I wish I knew. Where are our amusing young men? Why do our artists and authors, as soon as they get paid enough to cover their railway fare, rush at once to the Sutton Place colony or an apartment on the He St. Louis? Why are our most expensive balls exclusively peo pled by well dressed stockbrokers "stuck" with their equally well dressed wives? Why have we such a de- pressingly large percentage of widows with two kinds of hair (front and back) who disapprove vocally of Strawinsky and Scriabin at the Friday afternoon concerts? Why, oh, why do our civic and social leaders persist in asking you to perfectly innocent luncheons and then pass pledge cards around with the sweet? Why do we never encourage personal eccentricity in these same leaders? Who, in heav- $$$*• "Tell me, do you agree with George Bernard Shaw that clothes give us girls our allure f" en's name, has decreed that we must all walk alike, talk alike, think alike, or else definitely be labeled queer? Why must we all rush like sheep to the Moscow Players one season, to the American Opera the next? (Personally, I'd so much prefer a good burlesque show.) If skirts are lower, couldn't morals be, too? (Or much, much higher? Anything but the same dead level!) DO you see what I mean? I hope you do, because I mean it all quite sincerely. I am in some ways a very vain and trivial young man — clothes by Anderson & Sheppard, London, hats by Gelot, Paris, shoes by Brooks, New York, cravats by but why continue? This is NOT an advertisement. I do, however, love Chicago, where I was born and where my parents were born, and it seems to me a pity that it should be becoming, by leaps and bounds, an architectural triumph with no light touches, a civic model without a soul. It's no use to say we'll acquire that sort of superficial polish later. For one thing, I'm not so sure it's so awfully superficial. For another, if we were going to acquire it, the germs at least would be present now — fine live healthy germs at that. And they're not. Believe me, they're not. Until they are, I prefer to spend my holidays on the other side of the Atlantic — and how my vast public is going to be able to stand that, I really don't know. Livre Du Mois I shall write A book of the month! Of cover well antiqued in gold, In soft maroon, it must enhance The room in Gothic feel; must quite adapt In room in Renaissance! Auxiliary, so, In English, French, in Flemish trend, The thing must tend to charming ele gance; Must, then, defy rejection! I shall write A book of the month! The cover shall be jacketed In pullman green, in consonance With late decree in smart accessory! Unique in utterance, the thing shall have to do With inhibitions, Freud; a blend In content to contend, with meager dis sonance, In any month's election! — CHEVY CHASE. THE CHICAGOAN n Cast of Characters As they speak Herbert H., a father. Mrs. H., his wife. Allan H., their son, a freshman at Harvard. Scene: The East Room of the White House, as if by miracle free of Methodist delegations, but then it is 9:30 p. m. Herbert H. : I must say Allan, I'm dissatisfied with your first month's quizzes. Beginning college courses call for memory work. Your memory work is disappointing — extremely dis appointing. Mrs. H.: I wouldn't say that, Father. It's Allan's first year away from home. He's only been a month at college. Herbert H.: You've always been too easy with the boy, Lou. A month is 30 days. When I was in college, in 30 days we were expected to grasp all the essentials of any subject. And you can bet we did! Mrs. H.: Mumph, I don't remem ber you were so remarkable in the first month, Herbert. Herbert H. : Now, Lou, let's stay on the issue. Allan's work hasn't been satisfactory. Very likely he's been in attentive in class. A good student Harvard, the College A Play in One Act By gonfal should pay close attention to his instructors. Allan: Aw, I can pay attention all right. Only Gosh, they give us too much. It's not like high school. Our history assignments are terrible — 30, 40 and 50 pages, the instructor assigns us. It's awful dry old junk, too. Mrs. H. : Of course it is, dear. Herbert H. : History is hardly dry. It is the proud record of human achievement. Look at the history of the Republican party alone. What a study for a young man! Allan: Well, we haven't got that far yet; we have the history of Rome this semester, but the instructor said the Romans were pretty near as raw as the Republicans. Herbert H. : Bah, I know these young whipper snapper teachers. Don't you pay any attention to that instructor. He's some $3,000 a year Ph.D. full of destructive criticism. You get at the facts. Never mind his opinions. Allan: Well, he asked when Carthage fell and when Corinth fell and what was the significance of each. I told him it was in 390 B. C. and it was very significant. Herbert H.: I see. Now, you should have said when Carthage fell, it meant the Sabine wars were over and the Romans could consolidate their interests in — in Egypt. When Corinth fell it liberated — ah, it liberated the Greeks. Mrs. H. : Perhaps, Herbert, you'd best leave explanations to Allan's tutor. Herbert H. : Nonsense, Lou, I'm just presenting these things to the boy in a rough outline. The first part of his answer was right. Allan: But Pa, Carthage didn't fall in 390 B. C! That's what made the instructor mad at me. Rome fell to the Gauls in 390. Carthage and Corinth fell in 146. Only, Gee, thanks about Egypt. The instructor never mentioned Egypt. I bet he didn't know himself. Herbert H. : Did I say 390 B. C? Well, well, I must have been thinking of something else. Yes, I'm sure I was. Oh, History's pretty much a fandangle anyway. It's nice to know, of course, but it doesn't butter any bread. The same way with English and Rhetoric — you know, about the great writers. I always say I don't know much about literature, but I en joy it a lot. Mathematics, that's the study of a young fellow. Allan: I hate math. Mrs. H. : Herbert, I do wish you'd 12 THE CHICAGOAN "You know, Jessica, sometimes I think I'll take a position like that — just to keep myself amused" remind the man about those screens. You've been promising to have them taken down for two weeks. It'll be Christmas before you get to them at this rate. Herbert H. : Surely, Lou, your son's education is more important than a few window screens. Besides I'll at tend to them. I always have, haven't I? To get back to mathematics — Mrs. H.: For Heaven's sake, Her bert, do let Allan alone. He needs a rest. Herbert H. : What's your trouble with math, son? Allan: I get the theory, I guess, Pa. But I can't work the darn problems. Herbert H. : That shouldn't be so hard. What problem, for instance? Allan: Well, problems like this: X2 + 2xy + y2 = 25 X2 + 8=12 Herbert H. : Mumm, sounds very simple. Why don't you factor it? Allan : Aw, I don't know, Pa. I guess it won't factor. Herbert H. : Mother, turn that light this way. Now give me a pen cil, son. We'll work this together. Let's see: X2 + 2xy + y=25 That means X2 + y2 = 25-2xy Now let's see — X + y=5 — V2xy (you see we take the square root). Mumm. Let's take another square root: X2 + 8 = 12 That means • X + V8 = V12 Mumm. Now let's substitute. X2 + y2 = 25 — 2y (X + V8 — V12) Mumm, there's a catch in this one. That gives us: (X + V8 — V127" + y2_-- 25 = — 2y (X + V8 — V12). Damn! Mrs. H. : Tsk, tsk what a temper, Herbert. You're in a perfect tantrum over a simple little algebra problem. Herbert H. : If you're so smart, what's the square root of eight? Mrs. H. : Herbert, I won't be spoken to in that tone of voice. I don't believe it has a square root. Herbert H. : A lot you know about it. Mrs. H. : Herbert! Allan: It hasn't any square root, Ma. Honest, it hasn't. Herbert H.: You shut up, Allan. Mind your mother. Mrs. H. : Let me see the problem? (She looks.) Why it's perfectly sim ple. X=2. Y=3. Five squared equals 25. Allan: Hooray, Ma worked it! Herbert H. : She stumbled on it, that's all. She couldn't do it alge braically. She just guessed the answer. That doesn't count. Mrs. H. : Mumph. Nothing I do counts. Herbert H. : Now, Lou, I didn't say that at all. Allan: 'N I can't make head or tail out of this stuff they call eco nomics. Herbert H. : My boy, economics is simply the science of supply and demand. It — Mrs. H. : Herbert, if you say an other word about college I'll scream. Herbert H. : Now, Lou — Mrs. H. : (Sniffles.) Speaking to me in that tone of voice — Allan: Gee whiz, Ma, you take everything so personally — Herbert H. : Not another word out of you, young man. You see how you've worried your mother. Now when I was in college — Mrs. H. : (Screams.) (Curtain.) THE CHICAGOAN 13 Between the Halves First Month of Football in Review WE stand between the halves of the Western ("Big Ten") Conference football season, reviewing the wreckage and revising our bets. Four Saturdays — mellow, golden after noons of Indian summer in Chicago's climatic zone — have passed into the annals of intercollegiate combat; and if we could remember much about it a year hence, without referring to Spalding s Guide, we would assert stoutly and tritely that history has been made. There have been the customary emotional disturbances. The cup of happiness has been dashed from the lips of some, and rainbows have draped themselves around the shoul ders of others. The mighty have fallen and the lowly have been exalted. Dark horses have come charging to the front. Potential champions are won dering what has happened to their luck. The scene, in short, is typical of the Big Ten (or the Big Nine with Iowa on probation), a gridiron league which is notorious for the barbarous custom of dog eating dog. Four Saturdays have gone and there are four to come. The schedule stands at high noon and the fortunes of war hang in the balance. This is an excellent time to inspect the various pa ladins, count their wounds and esti mate their progress, if any, toward that empty but soul-satisfying honor, the Title. THE crystal-gazers of mid-western football usually look like quacks when the results of the final Saturday are hung up on the score-boards. Nevertheless, at the moment one might easily hazard a guess. No great amount of expert insight is needed to put the finger of identification on Minnesota and Purdue. They lead the field. The Norsemen with the out landish names, who have been threat ening contenders for the past two years, are coming through at last. They have the style of champions. But they are apparently equalled in prowess, so far as the first eleven men are con cerned, by the Boiler-makers of Pur due. The best ball-carrying trinity in the Conference is playing for the In- By CHARLES COLLINS diana technical school; its names are Welch, Harmeson, and Yunevitch. The charm of this situation is that Minnesota and Purdue will not meet to settle the argument. Also, neither will come into collision with Illinois, the team that would be most likely to damage their records. Minnesota still has to destroy Indiana, Iowa, Michigan and Wisconsin — a considerable chore. Purdue has to embalm Wisconsin, Iowa and Indiana — less work but no job to be slighted. A tie between these two teams for the championship seems likely. It may be added that if the twi light of November 23 finds Purdue wearing or sharing the Big Ten crown, a cheer will go up all around the ©on- ference. For thirty years or more the teams from this school have been fight ing like game-cocks against superior man-power, never getting out of the second division and never losing heart. If this should be their year to shine, the most disappointed rival will not fall to exclaim, "Bully for old Purdue!" Add Items for the Carnegie Report Trie Football Fathers with Sons on Opposing Elevens 14 THE CHICAGOAN ILLINOIS is still a menace. The same old gang of Illini who have pranced for Zuppke for two seasons, wearing the gold footballs of victory in 1928 and 1927 on their watch-chains, are stalking about dangerously. But they passed under a cloud on their debut. At their first line-up, they saw Glass- gow of Iowa bolt through the Orange and Blue tacklers for a touchdown, running in a style that reminded them sadly of Red Grange's glorious habits. This incident was a high-light of the month, for Glassgow, who is any man's choice for All-Western honors, went into that game wearing a metal mask to protect a fractured jaw. The Illini managed to tie the score even tually, but this stalemate may bar them from title honors. Their antagonists of the future are Northwestern, Chi cago and Ohio State. Incidentally, consider the peculiar Buckeyes, now in the first year of Sam Willaman's tuition. They are browsing around in the first division at the moment, with a percentage of 1.000, although their history includes a tie with Indiana. They are men of mys tery. Outplayed in every game thus far, they have nevertheless succeeded in winning two against Iowa and Michigan— and losing none. Ohio State was rated as unpromising at the opening of the season; they had two stars, Holman and Fesler, and a gang of mediocrities. But they have per sisted in muddling through. Iowa should have beaten them but lost by a missed try-for-point. Northwestern might have been standing among the leaders if Henry Bruder, a back of All-American talent, had not broken a leg in planting the purple banner above Wisconsin's citadel in the first game. That was a costly victory, and the entire Western Conference mourned at the disable ment of a brilliant player. North western, whose squad has shown high promise from the start, came to its game with Minnesota full of fight. But with Bruder hobbling on crutches along the side-lines the Wildcats were at a disadvantage against §uch a dan gerous adversary. Minnesota was still a virgin on the Conference schedule, but was a veteran team that had al most reached the pennant two years in succession. - AND that was a football game! Both f\ teams manifested the power to score, and the lead changed three times before the last quarter began. Then Minnesota, a few points in arrears, be gan to show what reserve strength means. Off the bench jumped a cool, deadly fellow named Pharmer, and the Purple banners turned mauve as he did his stuff. He made two touch downs and kicked two field goals in the last fifteen minutes, an achieve ment that may put his name into the permanent statistics. Pharmer did something for football philosophy in that game. With his perfectly executed placement kicks of 35 and 45 yards on a windy day, he silenced complaints about the decay of kicking since the moving-back of the goal posts. He proved that the field- goal is still an important scoring device. He is the first player in the Western Conference to kick two goals in one game since the posts were transplanted to the end line in 1927. The surprise of the season, thus far, has been supplied by Chicago. In all quarters there has been a disposition to rate the Maroons as permanent cellar champions. Therefore Indiana, which didn't get a hack at the Chicago chop ping block last year, jauntily came up to take its turn at spanking the scholarly disciples of A. A. Stagg, who had been widely advertised as the most ungifted class in their mentor's history. But the Hoosiers limped home with their tails between their legs. The Maroons, game as airedales, defeated them almost as handily as Notre Dame had done the week before. This un orthodox event caused the Tribune, usually cynical about Midway athletics, to remark: "Those Maroons are go ing to cause a lot of trouble." Every other college in the Conference regis tered amazement and sent up a cry of, "Look who's in again!" But then came Purdue, and the Maroons went down, fighting ineffectually. WISCONSIN, a favorite in the September books, fell in the first melee and hasn't come up yet. Michigan, which was also spoken of with awe, probably through force of habit, started in as if bent upon dupli cating recent history at Chicago. Three games have been lost in a row. One must be tactful and gentle just now in mentioning football to a Michi gan alumnus. Iowa is strong and un lucky; it stands with Northwestern and Chicago in the .500 class. Indiana can give any of them an adequate game, but with a loss and a tie its record is .000. Thus far the Big Ten have been rid ing high in their intersectional jousts. Illinois abolished Kansas and Purdue made hay of the Kansas Aggies; and although these opponents may not sound impressive, they come from the Missouri Valley conference where the game is played in slashing style. Wisconsin started its season happily by defeating Colgate, which is re spected in the east. A week later this same Colgate proved its right to invade the Big Ten by vanquishing Indiana. Vanderbilt, always strong in the south, has been taken into camp by Minnesota. There is harder fight ing to come, when Michigan meets Harvard, Illinois takes on the Army, and Chicago tackles Princeton and Washington, but mid - westerners needn't worry. Everyman's Alma Mater, Notre Dame, which has leased Soldier Field for three games this fall, filled that great arena almost to capacity when it decisively defeated Wisconsin. Rockne has a characteristic team, composed of mock- Irishmen such as Savoldi and Carideo and using the same old system (a somewhat monotonous style to me) with technical perfection. IN the mixed emotions of victory and defeat, the newspaper experts have forgotten to comment upon the effects of the new rules, as seen under play ing conditions. Therefore I wish to take the witness stand and withdraw my complaints against the anti-fumble amendment. I have been converted to the views of the rules committee; I am now convinced that the abolition of fluke runs, usually for touchdowns, on recovered fumbles is good for the game. The change seems to have stimulated reckless handling of the ball, for there has been an epidemic of fumbling. But nobody faints at the sight of a fumble now. If the rules committee, in its next session, should consider legislation re garding the color of jerseys, it might seem a bit far-fetched. And yet — the use of yellow as the dominant color of a team's uniform is not precisely sportsmanship. It handicaps the oppo sition in spotting the ball-carrier; it also bothers the spectators. This re fers to Minnesota and Purdue. The former's school colors are maroon and gold; the latter's black and gold. Both teams are wearing all-gold jerseys that blend with the natural tan hue of the prolate spheroid. This type of strategy belongs to the Dark Ages of football. THE CHICAGOAN 15 Chicago Clubs; An Inquiry THERE are three things about the Lake Zurich Golf Club which in my opinion make it superior to all other golf clubs in these parts. The first is that there are only nine holes, and the second, that there are no caddies. Any sane and unprejudiced golfer will admit these obvious advantages. The difference between nine and eight een holes is just the measure of differ ence between amusement and exercise, and as for caddies, as a sure eradicator of sprightly converse and communion of soul their equal has never been ap proached. It is also a well-established fact that they never wash behind the ears. Speaking of caddies, there is a cu rious custom at this club, the home and abiding place of customs, that compen sates for any possible lost motion in the search of lost balls: Each member care fully marks his ball with his initials. The Lake Zurich Golf Club By Thomas E. Tallmadge When a ball is missing on the fairway or the putting green, a not infrequent occurrence, no ado is made about the matter. The player merely shrugs his shoulders, remarks "n'importe" and drops another ball (without penalty) fully confident that the next foursome will find his pill, conscientiously refrain from playing with it, and punctiliously place it in the port of missing balls, which is the window-sill of the locker room. The mention of the, in a manner of speaking, locker-room, naturally leads us into the club-house and the engross ing subject of its architecture and, in fact, to the club itself — a subject that so far has hardly been mentioned. THERE is a legend that back about 1895 a small band of Latins, chased out of their atriums at the Uni versity on the Midway by their Sabine women, journeyed north, recruiting va rious barbarians on the way, and found an asylum amid the tumuli on the east shore of Lacus Zurichiensis. This re quires some explantion in a hurry. A business man home for breakfast and for dinner a couple of nights during the week must be trial enough, but imagine the piteous case of the wife of a university professor with her peda gogue more or less under her feet all day long. So in a way the founding of this celebrated organization was an act of self-sacrifice and abnegation and of the loftiest motives. This ancient origin makes Lake Zurich, with the exception of the famous one at Wheaton, the oldest golf club in Illinois. A club-house was straightway built. The best authenticated story of its cre ation is that the plan was drawn on the back of a shingle, which unfortu nately a Scotch carpenter nailed into the roof. The plan is simplicity itself. A cella in the center with a pronaos 16 THE CHICAGOAN at one end and an opisthodomus at the other. On the second floor is an exten sive array of cubicles which are kind ly referred to as bedrooms. The un fortunate mischance of the shingle had its aftermath in the nether portions of the building, where are housed the necessities of the perfectly appointed club-house. The architect or plumber of this portion evidently belonged to a school of thought sharply in contrast to that of the stern Dorian who limned the front portion. Where a priori all is simplicity and severity, here a posteriori all is insou ciance and gaiety. I'm inclined to think this unknown Mnesikles was Corin thian or more probably Cretan in tem- permanent, for in his grouping of lock ers, showers, etc., he unquestionably selected the labyrinths of Cnossus for his model, which he carried out in the minutest detail. Many a time I have heard him execrated by some lathered Theseus; but for my part I wish only well of his shade, for often with towel and soap I have passed and repassed distinguished members similarly attired and, like myself, animated with the sin gle purpose of finding their way in or out, as the case may be, of the darned place. Such pink and cherubic glimpses flash upon the inward eye as I write as harbingers of a return of the Age of Innocence. Who knows? D UT all is not near-beer and skittles *-* at Zurich. Once in awhile the Sabine women have descended on the place with bolts of cretonne, hook rugs and big constructive ideas about dolling the place up and making the old barn look respectable. Such attacks are re sisted to the death and the war-cry, "Millions for peace of mind but not one cent for interior decorations," is still in the ascendant. So on the walls hang still an array of snowshoes, guns, an elk's horns, a stuffed fish, a calendar —1925, a photograph of Jimmy Har per eating oysters, and there are the two big fireplaces and the new auto matic ice box. How could the decor be improved? And then there is the problem, growing more acute each year, of the golf clothes. Every spring since 1896 some thirty or forty each of pants, sweaters, coats, golf caps and shoes have been brought into the club-house. According to Martha (more of her later) none has ever been removed or destroyed. They have accumulated more or less in drifts and moraines; and here is a great opportunity for some sartorial geologist. For instance, only last week in digging for a particularly comfortable pair of last year's shoes I found some plus-fours lying uncon- formably on a badly faulted pair of flannel trousers of the Devonian age, with some intruded golf caps which were Cambrian beyond a doubt. This problem is constantly discussed, and when everyone is worked up to the proper stage of sacrifice and a burning of the vanities is imminent, each article is recognized and rescued by some in dignant member; and the sedimentary process continues as before. In addition to problems there are mysteries. Your inquiring reporter tried to get some practical information. How is the club run? What are the dues? Who pays the bills? Nobody seemed to know. Then there's the mys tery of the sheep. Last fall a large flock of beautiful Jersey sheep, or per haps they were Herefords, arrived. (They already have ducks, turkeys, cows, a horse and a saddle). No one knows where the sheep came from, and this spring there was a bevy of lambs, another mystery. And then there is that famous matter of the seventh and eight holes. These holes cross each other like a pair of scissors. Why? Nobody knows. But don't suggest the rather obvious remedy of interchanging the positions of the seventh green and the eighth tee. Almost all of the bodies that are dragged out of the adjacent lake from time to time have been iden tified as those of visiting golfers who have been so rash and unfortunate as to have suggested changes in the course, particularly this one. THE learned Zurichers sing like a college fraternity at their long communal dinner table on Saturday nights. They have an anthology of parodies that covers a generation or more of popular songs. Here is a speci men stanza, to the tune of "Harvard was Old Harvard": Elijah was a prophet with a mantle and a hood, And the ravens came to feed him all the way from Ravenswood; One night he lit a match to fix his Ford stuc\ in the mire, And Elijah went to Heaven in a chariot of fire. I know a man who sold his member ship in a famous plus-four golf club and joined (when invited) the club which is the subject of this dissertation. He was fed up, he thought, on the raucous singing of the muddled oafs in the locker-room, and looked forward to quiet evenings (they came later) in front of the blazing logs discussing with an international and beloved au thority the Chaucer manuscripts or with a certain famous physicist the speed of light. Imagine his disgust on approaching the club on his maiden visit to hear rolling out of the windows the much too familiar strains of "Cheer, cheer the gang's all here." (At Zurich only the pure, 1897 reading of this ditty is recognized. The revolting and meaningless "Hail, Hail" is abso lutely taboo). They do other unexpected things; for instance, they play bridge (an afflic tion not tolerated at the Cliff Dwell ers) but this is a secret sorrow to me. Let's not talk about it. LAKE Zurich is so shy, so hermit-like, ¦» that I promised not to mention the names of any of its thirty-five members (although I don't think that young fellows like Alfred Shaw, Bud Boyden or John Norton would object) . But that mustn't apply to Fred Buesch- ing and Martha Buesching. Fred is an institution. He is an admirable Crichton and a Pooh-Bah rolled into one. Here are only a few of his hon ors: chief engineer, minister of agri culture, keeper of the greens, lord of the fairway, and master of the hound. Not so very long ago I was obliged to return to the club-house, having by some evil chance lost my ball. Between sobs I told Fred of my misfortune. He was all sympathy and optimism. "Where did you lose it?" says he. "I think on the seventh or eighth hole," says I. "I'll go and fetch it for you, sir," says Fred. And he did! Martha is the logical successor in the culinary pedigree of Mme. Bigue, Mme. Galli, Mrs. Rohrer. If you haven't eaten her creamed mackerel or codfish jowls meunier, your gastro nomic adventurers are still in the ad olescent stage. The old club-house sits among its oaks and memories, and watches the world go by (especially on the Rand road, about a car a second) . Outside is jazz, chaos and Hooverian prosperity. Within is peace, quiet, companionship and the faded traditions and aromas of Victoria and McKinley. THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Incompatibility WITH delight we list briefly divorce court proceedings which freed three Chicago women very recently in Reno. Mrs. L. H. Gray presented evidence to show that Mr. Gray would neither purchase jazz phonograph records for their home nor allow his spouse to op erate the family radio after 11 p. m. The decree was granted. Mrs. L. A. Andrews complained that Mr. An drews insisted on Chinese food three evenings a week, that she abominated Chi nese food, that he would not compromise. The decree was granted. Mrs. F. H. Little deposed that Mr. Little habitually performed parlor magic before her. The decree was granted. Sn ow A WET and disappointing snow escorted by a howling wind offers a poor prelude to winter. We prefer to remember — until it snows properly again — white streets with two narrow ruts of ice, gutters magically effaced by new snow, cross ing cops stamping up and down as hooded cars arc smoothly down the changed boulevard. We prefer to think of the glow of office lights against a snowy dusk, a glow like that of an electric crucible, of windows with wreathes, of the odors of restaurants in clean winter air, of the tinkling Salvation Army Santa Claus and his appeal to trouble some pennies, of the tuneless but zest- ful carols nightly performed in I. C. tunnels by the same organization. Also there is the glitter of falling snow around a street light; these useful objects are suddenly given haloes fit for a major saint. And from the "L" one may see children scuffling in the forbidden snow where it has drifted deepest. There is per petual dusk, the gray blanket of sky rising a little at dawn and falling a little at twilight against tall apart ments which are a checkerboard of light and dark. H orse AN episode of a brown horse and i an absent minded gentlemen reported from La Salle Street a few days past recalls a time when the street must have been a rutted coun try road. The brown horse, grown weary of waiting, had edged close to the side walk. The gentleman walked close to Pegasus' nose to the detriment of his new gray Barcelona which the brown horse removed and, to the ad miration of three A. D. T. boys, chewed pensively. Tenor MR. PEAVY, tenor, leader of an excellent quartet of spirituel singers, and an amateur actor of parts, is by profession a night watchman. At present he is a member of that stout band which preserves the peace in and around the Michigan Boulevard Gar den Apartments, Mr. Julius Rosen- wald's thriving housing project. One night not long ago Mr. Peavy emerged from the slumbering garden around which the apartments are built, just as a man attempted to break into a store on the 47th Street side of the building. Mr. Peavy saw the man. The man saw Mr. Peavy. A brief chase ensued. We neglected to mention that in addition to being a tenor and an actor Mr. Peavy is a crack shot. Next morning he pre sented his usual daily report to the manager of the apartments. It read: "All quiet inside. Killed a man outside." Pan Handle A YOUNG mother strolling down the drive with her baby carriage observed a drunken panhandler some distance ahead. Shrewdly she throttled down so that the gentleman about to overtake her from behind might bear the brunt of the solicitation. The gen tleman proved to be The Hon. James Hamilton Lewis. Resplendant in browns and beiges, the senator prof fered a handful of small change, but before act ually bestowing his gift he visited a deep conversa tion on the men dicant freighted with inquiries into the history of his fall, national and local unem ployment and so on. The beggar sank into the surf of oratory. A last glance revealed him wavering in astonishment with a dollar bill passing between him and the senator. But whether his story was good enough to raise the ante to a dollar, or whether the vagrant was offering the dollar to the legislator to stem the verbal tide is a question for those to decide who have heard the senator declaim. Light A LITTLE group of men shuffle and , peer in a booth lined with electri cal equipment. A grey, alert mechanic in boulevard clothes and with an artist's face, does something with con trols. Outside the booth along the white walls of Bal Tabarin in the Sher man House, a crimson frost interlaces on the naked plaster. "This," says the mechanic, "is the construction set." The walls have become an airy vista of crossing girders, a skeleton of steel seen against an infinite sky. The col ors change to become blue, orange, stark black on white. The 18 THE CHICAGOAN "We've been three days preparing the Fall mulch, Old Fellow" group shuffles; it offers impromptu congratulations. The man at the controls is Thomas Wilfred, inventor of the Clavilux or color organ. The occasion is the in spection of the new device as a scheme for decoration in the Bal Tabarin. The significance is the introduction of a new decorative medium at once vivid and changeable — for inside walls. Very calmly Mr. Wilfred speaks of the invention. "I wish," he says, "that Edison could be here, I'd like the old man to see this. It repre sents light's highest development." One finds one's head nodding with the rest. The heads are competent heads to nod over so bold a state ment. John Root, architect, is tall in the colored gloom. A quick, modest, gentle man, he has worked in co-op eration with Mr. Wilfred in building the Bal Tabarin to the idea. Norman Bel Geddes, scenic designer, is blocky and blonde. He shifts impatiently; he wants to see columns; he has seen columns in laboratory; he wants to see columns here. Holabird, the other architect, is reserved. He seems to withhold judgment. Ernest Byfield is immensely pleased with the device. It was he, really, who thought of the in stallation. After the Bal was scorched in a fire last year, hasty floodlighting was its only decoration. If floodlights would do — why not the Clavilux? Holabird and Root co-operated in design. Thomas Wilfred labored two months on the installation. The idea, oh, the basic idea is old. His machine was fairly decent as far back as 1922. It has been improved, of course, and there is a life time of work in it. The present job requires seven projectors all controlled from a platform over the dance floor. Once in operation it's simple enough. But here are the columns. Around the Tab, 16 fluted columns stand out from the wall. Beyond them a magic sea curls to an idle wind. The illu sion is perfect. It is incredible. After a while the columns fade. They are replaced by an oriental garden. Again illusion and colors are unbelievably real. The inventor pauses to answer a re porter. Yes, it is true that he was once a singer. In fact, he sang to pro vide money for his work with light. This thing today is only a beginning. Beyond, who can say. The present in stallation will afford pleasure; it will advertise the idea. And the Bal Tab arin, of course. The group files out. Mr. Wilfred must change a screen. What sort of screen is it, someone asks. It is a screen covered with Kiwanian symbols for a Kiwanis banquet already rustling in the Tab. "The machine," says someone, "is marvelously adaptable." Mr. Wilfred smiles and thanks the unknown speaker, gravely with no malicious emotion. Nails THE term "soft head" is oppro brious. No doubt it had its origin in some worthy cause, which at the moment we are unable to recall. There is, however, the eternal excep tion to the rule. The exception in this case is a nail with a soft head, manufactured by a Chicago woman, and used in all parts of the world, especially in South America and un usually rainy areas. Mrs. Kathryn Filshie is the head of the factory at 4801 South State street which manufactures soft-headed nails. The heads of Mrs. Filshie's nails are a lead composition, which flattens out as the nail is pounded in. This makes them water-proof; they are also I weather-proof in that they do not ">rust. They are, of course, covered by a patent. Moreover, Mrs. Fil shie is said to be able to drive a nail as straight as any man, and she evinces no superstition about women and nails. A visitor to her factory discovers that nine-tenths of her em ployees are women. Yo Yo THE Yo-Yo top (a wooden double disc, like a pair of door knobs on a very short axis around which a string is wound and unwound as the device falls and rises with the play er's hand) appeared first in Texas as the invention of a bell hop. It is a neat modification of the ancient game, diabolo (in which the string is sup ported from two small sticks and op erated with two hands) for ages a childhood delight in Mediterranean countries. Likely enough the word Yo-Yo itself is a modification of diabolo, but we resign this theory to philologues and wish them luck. Our interest lies in the spread of Yo-Yo. Beginning in Texas, Yo-Yo spread rapidly through the South, aided, it is said, by a convention which gathered travelers, infected them with the virus of the game, and released them over the commonwealth much as a pilgrimage spread plague in ancient times. Some weeks ago, Yo-Yo reached the Town, appearing first in the western suburbs and concentrating in the grade schools. From children, Yo-Yo has spread to parents. Oak Park is a veri table plague spot. As we write sporadic cases are reported from the Town proper. We personally saw an adult Yo-Yoer on Bryn Mawr and a case is reported from the Midway. THE CHICAGOAN 19 It is the knack of operating a Yo-Yo which explains its unfailing fascination. A confirmed addict holds his top in his right hand. Very deftly he spins it as he releases the cord so that the Yo- Yo drops and spins. Gathered momentum, rightly conserved, returns the top to the hand. An expert manipulator can throw and return his Yo-Yo horizontally. The game has con quered a thousand main streets. We await Yo-Yo's advent on the boulevard. Spirit FOR the Notre Dame-Wisconsir game, the Chicago Motor Coacf Company routed its busses past the stadium to provide transportatior from the gates. It was a thoughtfu gesture. Two northside vehicles, prosper ously jammed, edged through slow traffic to the Monroe Street Bridge en route to the boulevard. At the slight grade for the I. C. the first bus. unable to gain momentum, was re pulsed. It quivered, snorted, charged again — and failed. The second bus, came on with the assurance of a new team. It advanced well up the grade. Made a few lunges for feet and inches. But it, too, failed to complete first down. The football crowd sensed an an alogy and cheered their mounts. "Wisconsin," liberally encouraged, got off a couple of yards straight ahead. "Notre Dame" fought three lunges for no gain. After the third lunge it wavered and began a retreat. "Penalty!" was the delighted verdict of "Wisconsin's" passengers. Back fifteen yards, "Notre Dame" braced, growled, gathered speed for a run. There were cheers as the bus went over. Speakeasy WE are told of two couples, mod erately knowing in affairs of the Town, who sought a new speak easy. The place was recommended by a third young lady who explained that she had visited it with her escort who, although a perfect gentleman, was un der a fog at the time. Someone had, however, identified the young man. Both were admitted. The young lady left her own name with the doorman against future complications with foggy escorts. Moreover, she had left the names of several sorority sisters as a thoughtful touch. The two couples paused at an im posing doorway. Their ring was an swered by a smartly groomed young man, refreshingly unlike speakeasy lookouts who are apt to be frowsy. The doorman seemed surprised. Neverthe less he bowed politely. He said, "Won't you come in?" The couples entered a gracious par lor handsomely done in well chosen furniture. With almost obvious relief the host verified the names given. He brightened up. "What," he said, "will you have?" A canvass discovered de sire for two side cars and two old- fashioned cocktails. "Will you," bowed the host, "be served here, or in the dining room?" The dining room was chosen. A room large about a splendid fire place. A C^ -fr In. ?' 'Please — Mrs. Morgenberg — don't concentrate on your operation" 20 THE CHICAGOAN leaded window under a polished arch. A lace table cloth over an expensive table set with six crystal place plates and brave with two jet and crystal candle sticks. The young ladies were enchanted. The young men puzzled. Their host was back with four adequate drinks. He bowed, seemingly waiting for further instructions, indicated a floor service button, withdrew with dignity. Between dining room and parlor a sedate old gentleman appeared and seated himself at an imposing flat topped desk after wishing the two couples a friendly good evening. The four drank in delighted silence. This was too good. Nevertheless there was a strange atmosphere about the place. For a second round, instead of push ing the service button one of the young men arose and walked to the service door. He opened it and ordered four more. Also he smiled a knowing smile. To the surprise of the other three he suggested a departure after the sec ond glass. Departure might have been ill-natured had not a final touch to the visit occured shortly after the an nouncement. The final touch was an indubitably blonde lady in a yellow evening gown and a high Spanish comb. She smiled as she took her languid way across a genuinely Turkish rug. There had, explained the young explorer, been three other such ladies in the kitchen. Two were dressed. A. B.C. AS we write (it is 10:30 p. m. and i\ a deadline, so to speak, scream ing) song lopes down from the 16th floor. Words we cannot make out. Tunes are a dozen or so college airs, picked for a shouting rhythm and car ried in indifferent pitch by hoarse voices. They have been singing a long time now. There are lulls for unheard speaking, and handclapping after each lull. Somebody's sales force is having a party. As we write, too, a circular letter takes our eye. It is from the Execu tive Committee of the Audit Bureau of Circulations. It begins: "We are asking your help, along with that of all other Chicago members of the A. B. C, to whom an identical letter is being written. "For years the A. B. C. dinner on the last evening of the annual conven tion has been an outstanding event of the' 'years' activities' in ' the advertising world. "The audience is always distin guished, the speeches have been good — at times memorable — and the entertain ment has been exceptional. "There has been only one thing to mar the function. There have been a few disturbing individuals present nearly every year who have interfered with the great majority's enjoyment of the program. We believe that the dis turbers do not number more than twenty out of the thousand present. It is difficult for the Bureau employes to handle the situation because, in the first place, these disturbers are good fellows (when sober) . . . "The executive committee have thought the best way to rid the dinner of this one blot on it would be for the responsible head of each local member concern just to tip off all his employes who will attend the dinner that they will be expected to "keep the peace" themselves and also be of every assist ance to the management in making rea sonable quietness, orderliness and courtesy the rule throughout the evening." Amber DISTINGUISHED clients of Danny Mandel, and that's not his right name, will be chagrined to hear the true story of Danny's amber gin which made a big hit with them some time ago. Danny was engaged in cutting jointly a batch of bourbon and a mess of gin for the early fall trade, and under the stress of several insistent phone calls, allowed himself to be come careless. He ended up by pour ing the dandy caramel coloring into the gin kettle instead of into the bourbon. Just at that moment a cap tain of industry phoned for his two- case order;- ''..••; #' Danny was almost* stuck. He stalled and gaped into the 'phone, finally coining" the weak excuse that his driver had just gone down to the yards for the Detroit shipment. When the sweat dried on his brow, an idea came to him. He poured the brown gin into the ' waiting bottles, labeled them, packed them, and off he went. At the home of his impatient client, Danny found the usual group of friends, every one of them an expert in matters of taste and bouquet. He held up a bottle, elegant in his gloved hand. ^T regret that I am found so lax in fulfilling your order, Mr. Grandall, but I must confess that the situation is better than I had hoped. The original shipment was waylaid. I find I am able to supply you with amber gin, which, of course, is $10 the case more. Pray don't take it if it doesn't please you." The ring of experts murmured a re quest to sample the strange liquor, pronouncing it, with smacking of lips, to be excellent stuff. Danny has used a great deal of caramel coloring. Alloy PERHAPS it is the hungriest, per haps the least domestic, but what ever the cause, the near north side is undoubtedly that section of Chicago which is best equipped with eating houses. Drug stores, luncheonettes, cafeterias, sandwich shops, tea rooms, grills, cafes, oyster houses, fountain rooms, English, French, Italian, Ger man and Swedish restaurants, hotel dining rooms, night clubs and orange huts invite the gourmet. Gold coast this district may be, but judging by its food dispensaries it has in it more than a dash of alloy. The price range of food is incredible; and there is no mark on any door to indicate whether the restaurant serves soup to pie a la mode (with a relish, a compote and a salad thrown in) for sixty-five cents or a small steak and a roll for two and a half. The initiated can get a cheaper meal on Lake Shore Drive than in many a Rush Street base ment; on the other hand a fashion able tea room with unpopular prices may serve library paste for cream sauce and a thin solution of mud for coffee while a drug store offers a choice of really succulent meats. An endurance eater reports that in thirty days he ate in thirty different places within walking distance of the intersection of Michigan and Chicago Avenue and without recourse to the private board of any friend. His reason for giving up the attempt to break all records was that new restaurants were spring ing up faster than he could eat. Which brings to mind the incident of the diner who found Irish stew listed on the menu of an Italian restaurant. "What's the idea?" he asked the waiter. "I though this place was one hundred per cent Italiano." "Well, you see," explained the waiter, "it's Irish stew Italian style." THE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOAN/ James Keeley — Lord of the Fourth Estate JUST before Christmas in 1890, a young man of stocky build, ag gressive jaw, and 21 British summers, got off a train coming from the south and descended on the young city of Chicago. If Chicago was not, at the mo ment, aware of his descent, it was to become so in a very short time. And if the decade was later to be character ized as mauve, that particular day, in the annals of journalism, at least, would have to be described as flagrantly purple. The stranger, by name James Keeley, had come to Bagdad-on-the-Lake from England by an indirect route. Launch ing his business career in his native London at the age of ten, he devoted his early activities to an assortment of the standard pavement industries, which ranged from boot-blacking to hawking newspapers. His life savings in 1883 mounted to $40, which he of fered to a steamship agent in exchange for a ticket to New York. The agent promptly offered a moth-eaten paste board for Leavenworth, Kansas. "That's a port of New York, all right, is it?" asked the purchaser. "Righto," lied the salesman, and Jim Keeley was victimized for the first of two times in his career. LOITERING in Leavenworth just « long enough to discover how far it came from being a port of New York, Keeley pushed on to Wyandotte — on foot. There for a time he earned his board by painting rudimentary signs for frontier tradesmen, and cur ried horses in return for a bed in the hay. At intervals he engaged in peddling fish, selling peanuts on trains, washing dishes in eating places, and acting as book agent. But the call of journalism was not to be gainsaid, and he soon returned to his original profes sion. This time it was the Kansas City Journal that he purveyed; that he pored over at night. When one day the Wyandotte correspondent of the Journal fell ill, the intrepid newsy stepped into the reportorial shoes with out asking permission of anyone. His very first stories "made the paper," albeit a good deal manhandled by the literary murderers of the copy-desk. By ROMOLA VOYNOW James Keeley For two months he worked at the com bination job of finding, writing and dis tributing the news. By way of per fecting his journalistic technique the youngster kept a carbon copy of every story he wrote, which was next morn ing compared with the version printed in the Journal. Laboriously, he learned to distinguish between the superfluous and the vital. Within him was the germ of the real newspaper man: what is known as the "nose for news," which, had he never acquired skill in marshalling facts for newspaper copy, would alone have been sufficient to make him a Titan of the newspaper world and one of the greatest news paper men of his generation. ' "News sense" in Keeley was acute to the pitch of genius. Soon he promoted himself again; this time to a position on the city staff of the Journal. Reporters being scarce in the main office in Kansas City, the ex- newsy was often privileged to do work which ordinarily would have been as signed to three or four men. Here it was that he first tasted blood: he got a "scoop." After that there wasn't the remotest chance that he would escape a newspaper career. MEMPHIS and Louisville saw him next. Then came Chicago, mecca of all aspiring newspaper men of the Victorian era. His course of action had evidently been laid before his arrival here, for he made straight for the building at Dearborn and Madi son streets when he got off the train. Unhesitatingly he pushed open the door of the Tribune office and walked in. A few hours later, still operating on schedule, he was out on his first as signment, interviewing a woman who alleged she had been robbed of her bankroll while being fitted for a pair of corsets. Reportorial manners in those days were, well, scarcer than they are now. Everybody on a given paper knew that everybody connected with an opposi tion paper was a scoundrel and a men ace to society. The amiable process of comparing notes, exchanging details and generally ameliorating the extreme stresses of news-gathering had not yet come into vogue. The reporter of that epoch was animated by two purposes: to get the news and get it first; and second, to keep the other fellows from getting it. In that lone wolf game Jim Keeley was at home. He neither asked nor received quarter, and was soon known as a terror to his competitors. Then, as now, it was customary for reporters to telephone their rush stories into the office, but telephones were scarce and Keeley was adept at putting telephones out of commission after he himself had used them. More than once he hired all the telephones in the vicinity and at the crucial moment barred them to rivals. This same ruthless ingenuity often got him into places which other report ers found impossible to enter, and it wasn't long before he was the ace of the Tribune reporting staff. From there it was but a short step to the copy desk, thence to the night city desk, city desk, and so on to the general managership of the Tribune. HILE he was city editor, a young woman joined the staff to write stories about the women's ac tivities at the World's Fair. She be came Sunday editor, and, a bit later, Mrs. Keeley. While her husband was striving with the growing journal, Mrs Keeley was raising their family of three charming daughters, of whom one is 22 THE CHICAGOAN Texas Guinan, who chaperones "Broadzvay Nights" at the Majestic, here appears with her troupe. Upper left, Dolores, Eddy and Douglas; next below, Jans and Whalen; next, Eric Titus; and lower left, Frank Gaby- Right, the Three Kings, Pauline Trueman and Joyce Coles in descending order- The clamor is reviewed in this issue. now a writer under her married name of Dorothy Aldis. Mrs. Keeley was a woman of brilliant mind and striking personality, who soon became one of the most popular figures in the city's social world. Through her, Mr. Keeley came in contact with the social elite, and he too found favor in their eyes. But his main concern, his real life, for more than 20 years, was his work. It was only at scattered moments that he could emerge from his sanctum to dally with outside interests. As intense as he had been "on the street," so was he at an executive desk. As faithful as he had been in carrying out orders, so was he now intent on seeing them carried out. As absorbed as he had been in tracking down facts and ferreting precious details, so was he now insistent that others, under him, should be. The members of his staff who jocularly referred to him as "J. K." soon spoke of him in whispers as "J. God." Where once it had been rival reporters who feared and envied him, so now it was managing editors who looked fearfully towards the edi tor's desk in the Tribune to see what Keeley would do next. More than once they felt themselves called upon to curse what they called "Keeley luck," nor was there ever better justification for doing so than in May, 1898. ED HARDEN, former financial edi tor of the Tribune, had started for a trip around the world aboard the revenue cutter, McCulloch. Quite pro forma, and just in case something interesting might happen during the voyage, he had been commissioned as correspondent of the Tribune and the l<[ew Tor\ World. What happened was the battle of Manila Bay, at which the McCulloch arrived in time to take part in the proceedings. The first news of Dewey's victory trickled through to the United States from Spanish sources: just vague hints. Having won his fight, Dewey cut the cables. And while for six days the American public gave a splendid per formance of impotent and impatient thumb-twiddling, Dewey's official re port was speeding for Shanghai aboard the McCulloch in company with all the assembled newspaper correspondents. Once arrived, the newsmen had to wait until Dewey's report had been put on the wires. They flipped coins to see whose turn would come first to file his story. Harden's was among the last, but he knew a few things about the THE CHICAGOAN 23 W Shoot • • now!33 There is but a short time for your Christmas gift buy ing. But do not worry. Come here. Never have we had such a wonderful assortment of beautiful gifts from all corners of the world. There are novelties you never heard of and a wealth of rare articles that make gift buying a pleasure. Von Lengerke SAntoine 33 South Wabash Avenue - Chicago Associated Companies: Abercrombie & Fitch Co. and Von Lengerke & Detmold, Inc., New Yorh Easel Striking Clock, syi" square. Of black bronze and dull silver. Strikes hour and half hour. Eight day, of course. For a man's desk or a library table it is superb . . . . $75.00 Three Musketeers of 1929— Farm Relief, Now You Pull One, A Little Scotch, $7.50 each. Hold one bottle of in ternal refreshment. Unique pottery musical figures. English Britannia Metal Flasks in Buede-lined cowhide cases. Three one-bottle flasks, $65.00. Three two-bottle, $80.00. 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Yes! — if you serve Corinnis Wauke sha Water! For Corinnis is a pure, limpid spring water, a clear-as-crystal water, a water always good-to-taste. Corinnis Waukesha Water has been endowed by Nature with valuable minerals which make it unusually beneficial to health. The cost of Corinnis Waukesha Wa ter is surprisingly low. We deliver it to your door for but a few cents a bottle. It is also shipped anywhere in the United States. May we send you a case today? '^jsmo|i\\ HINCKLEY & ^ SCHMITT,Inc. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6S43 (Sold also at your neighborhood store) WAUKESHA WATER vagaries of cable message transmission as it is practiced in Asia, and he sent ahead of his long account, a message of thirty words in which he summed up the salient features of the battle. For these thirty words he paid at the rate called "Public Express Prepaid." Dewey's message to Washington was given precedence to the other cables, but because it was official and tremen dously important, it was repeated for accuracy and confirmation at four or five relay points. While this checking process was going on, Harden's flash passed not only Dewey's, but the report of every other newspaper man, along the way, and reached New York at 4 a. m. of a Saturday morning far ahead of the rest. A poker game was in progress in the ~Hew Tor\ World office, attended by every staff member still on the premises at that hour. The Tribune's staff cor respondent there had drawn a pair of deuces and dropped out of the game for a minute. It was he, therefore, who answered the telephone call from the cable station and got Harden's message. Turning to the telegraph key which worked a wire straight through to the Tribune in Chicago, he had the mes sage ticked out and on Keeley's desk in another two minutes SO much for luck and coincidence; now Keeley foresight must be given its due. Sensing that the great news might come at just such an untoward hour, he had drafted a miniature, but complete, after-hours staff to stick around until it should arrive. While they were put to work supplementing the flash with all their statistical copy about the scene of the battle, Keeley went to work on the long distance tele phone. From their beds he summoned the President of the United States, the Secretaries of Navy and of War, and other important officials. To each he gave first authentic news of the out come of the Manila Bay encounter, and interviewed each one on its sig nificance. These interviews he typed and appended to Harden's message. In the meantime a flock of office boys had been sent out on bicycles to overtake the wagons that were already distributing the regular city editions. Every paper that had been printed was overtaken and brought back, and the wagons were not sent out again until they had been loaded with the new edi tion that carried the first story of the Battle of Manila Bay. It was a great "scoop" for the Tribune and has been accounted the "most impressive demonstration of news-publishing sagacity that the coun try was privileged to see during the Spanish- American War." What hair- tearing took place in rival editorial of fices next day may be imagined. Keeley, in his first year as managing editor, was provided with a magnificent opportunity for laughing up his sleeve, but doubtless he was already occupied with other, more important, activities. THE following year saw the launch ing of his "Safe and Sane Fourth" Campaign, which has revolutionised the nation's attitude towards the cele bration of Independence Day. In this movement Keeley must be acknowl edged the pioneer: Keeley alone. On July 4, 1889, he was kept at home by the desperate illness of his small daugh ter. The streets resounded with the endless explosions of firecrackers, and the distraught father was agonizingly sure that the racket was hastening his child to her death. Even in his anguish he failed to neglect business. Tele phoning his secretary for the day's de velopments, he found communication all but impossible because of the dis turbances outside. Both men were forced to shout, but finally Keeley man aged to convey a message: "Get re ports from thirty cities on the number killed and injured by this," he said. And the figures that came in were amazing. That Fourth of July, it was cal culated, had cost more lives than all the battles of the Spanish' American War. Notwithstanding, Keeley's campaign was considered ridiculous by a populace inculcated with the notion that dyna mite was the only suitable medium in which to celebrate the birth of its country's liberty. But Keeley per sisted, and in the end, of course, con verted that populace. The following year the Tribune got more complete re ports on the July 4 accidents. Papers all over the country joined the crusade. Eight years later the Tribune was able to show that, as an outgrowth of Kee ley's persistence, the numbers of killed and injured had been reduced to one- tenth their 1889 magnitude. Another benevolency of nationwide span in which he acted as prime mover is the Good Fellow Christmas Fund plan. Its author, however, was a dis hevelled and maudlin individual who burst into Keeley's office after a spasm THECHICACOAN 25 /^repossessing proposition 6 E Ivery smart detail of this two-piece tweed suit reveals the mastery of design that marks the new things of Peck & Peck. The half belt, for instance, that slenderizes and suggests the higher waistline . . . the soft flattery of the im ported Lapin shawl collar . . . and the trim tailored skirt adaptable for a tuck-in or overblouse. In brown, grey, green, blue, purple or red. $98.50. The off- face felt hat, with self-tone tabs on the crown and sweeping front line, is a new copy of Patou. $15. ¦ peck 6PH 38-40 Michigan Ave., South 946 North Michigan Blvd. THE CHICAGOAN THE LAST QUARTER Raw winds sweep through the stadium — Chill shadows creep ove the col orful crowd— Perhaps a drizzling rain soaks down- But the wise football enthusiast is protected from possible colds and sore throat by Jaeger woollens,- a natty sweater suit, a smart, collegiate camelhair coat and over it all a warm, Jaeger steamer robe. For example, a lightweight but warm robe at $25. Others range in price from $14.50 for pure wool to $125 for the finest vicuna. \^The VOGUE in WOOLLENS 222 N. Michigan Avenue Chicago of advance celebration of the Yuletide season. "I thought I was being a good fellow," the man explained, "but I've been just a damn fool. I want to find some bunch of poor kids that need it, and blow the rest of my celebration fund on them. If you can help me find the kids I'll put up my share of the funds." Thereupon he and Keeley sat down and drafted the first Good Fellow letter, mapping out a plan for helping poor children at Christmas time. That year the Tribune raised the first fund of that sort. The movement soon found imitators everywhere, and soon the editorial sheep were again fol lowing where Keeley had led. THE Tribune at the turn of the century was entering that phase of its career from which it was presently to emerge as one of the two great morn' ing papers in a city which had previous ly given meager and uncertain sustenance to a half dozen. The com ing of the twentieth century found Keeley in a private office, but behind the door he worked harder and longer than any member of his staff. Arriv ing early each afternoon he received reports from his secretary and lieuten ants on everything that had happened. This was followed by a minute exami' nation of the paper, which was repeated as each edition came off the presses. Most of the work of planning the next day's paper was done late at night, after all the morning papers were piled on his desk. Keeley would sit in his office, the "dog watch" outside and a stenographer at his elbow, read all the papers, and outline the morrow's program. Many times during the evening he would call in some reporter to con front him with a bit of copy. Keeley's broad pencil would underline some salient fact. "There," he would say, "is the real point of the story, and you've buried it. Now write it over." And the story would be rewritten until it met Keeley's full approval. When ever he came upon a story he thought especially good he would reach for a telegram blank, and inscribe in pencil the words: "Thank you. J. K." These messages were treasured by staff mem bers as if they had been decoration of state, and if some of his workers held "J. K." in awe, they could at least be certain that he would rather have one of them write a good story than receive the Cross of the Legion of Honor for himself. ON the night of September 6, 1901, President McKinley was shot by an assassin in Buffalo. For days the President lay between life and death. On the 13th, Keeley had a presenti ment that the country's chief executive would not last through the night. Obeying his intuition, he gave the or' der to hold the presses. For forty min' utes the telephone on his desk was in direct communication with Buffalo. Time after time Keeley picked up the receiver to hear only the monotonous message: "No change." Yet he per' sisted in refusing to deny that sage in ner voice, and finally, early in the morning, received the gruesome reward of his vigil. The Presidential life had ebbed, and Keeley was the first person outside of the actual sickroom to hear the news. He had another scoop! The manner in which he handled the story of the Iroquois theater disaster, which he again adopted years later at the time of the Eastland sinking, is fa' mous in newspaper annals. During the Christmas holidays in 1903 the theater, crowded to capacity, burst into flames to provide the city with one of the greatest catastrophes in its history. Five hundred and seventy-five perished in the holocaust. The Tribune had more than a score of reporters covering the story, and by 7 o'clock at night the account of the tragedy was taking shape in the Tribune office. Ample space on the front page was being left open to receive one of the most im pressive stories ever to be printed in a Chicago paper. KEELEY had slipped out for a cup of coffee, and on his return found in the hallway a long line of people who were demanding the names of the dead and injured. He paused for a moment to survey the scene, then sauntered into the lo cal room and walked over to E. S. Beck, the city editor. Bending down, Keeley whispered in his ear: "Put nothing on the front page but names. There will be a line across the top of the page, 'FIRE IN IROQUOIS: PEOPLE KILLED, INJURED.1 There will be an initial' A at the top of the first column; the alphabetical list of the dead will fill the first page, and the sec ond page if necessary." In justification, he added only: "People don't care about descriptions; they want names — to know who is dead." The whole staff was pressed into THE CHICAGOAN 27 ^iVnat beauty has Lamed from tne beast Compounded of dasypodine hormones, Amor Skin feeds youth into subcutaneous cells and removes wrinkles from the skin Af SCIENCE has turned back Time and given to women new years of youth! Dasypodine hormones — glandular secre tions from a vital species of tortoise — have been found to feed new life into subcuta neous cells and banish all wrinkles from the skin. Modern knowledge of these hormone substances and their youthifying effects has led to the perfection of Amor Skin. Amor Skin revitalizes because it. meets and conquers the cause of the marks of time. Hormone famine comes to everyone It is a sad but inexorable law that Nature builds beauty only to destroy it. As early as twenty-five, youth begins to fade; Time to etch into the face. Scarcely perceptible at first, the lines grow deeper and more numerous with each passing year. Hormone famine is the cause. At the age of twenty-five the hormone output of cer tain glands of internal secretion begins to dwindle. Without this life-giving sub stance tissues break down. Under the skin, cells begin to die. Not enough new cells form to replace the old ones, and soon the tissue is composed more of dead cells than living. Dryness, dearth — set in. Faces sag, and on the surface of the skin wrinkles and crow's-feet appear. 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MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO London • Paris • New York • Philadelphia Boston • Detroit • Toronto Cosmetics and home - treatment creations of Helena Rubinstein are obtainable at the better shops, or direct from the salons. service to arrange the names alpha' betically, while a corps from the busi' ness office was drafted to scour the town for photographs, which job they performed so thoroughly that by the time the evening papers got their men out on the same mission, in almost every place the Tribune had cleaned out all available pictures! The descriptive story was placed on page two, and the roll call of the dead was all that appeared on the first page next day. It made a curious-looking page, but when the other editors saw it they realized that Keeley had scored on them again. He alone, of all of them, had put first the news that ranked first in public interest. News' paper circles buzzed with admiration for his perspicacity, and it was repeat ed that he was unique in his ability to see into the minds of the masses for whose perusal all newspapers are published. It is often said that he owed this ability to the years on the London streets, when he had been an integral part of the masses himself, mingling with other strays and the stream of human flotsam. But one wonders how many London newsies have developed into Keeleys, and whether it is not something ingrained in the fiber of the man that is alone responsible for this great sensitiveness to the trend of pub' lie interest. [A second and concluding artide on the life and career of James Keeley will follow in the next Chicagoan.] Game in the Stands Play hy Play All sports reporters ever write about is the game on the playing field. After all, of course, that is where football is being played. But what about the spectators? Why aren't their actions during the game recorded by the press, too? They, as well as the players, are doing their bit for old Notre Mater. A quarter by quarter report of what goes on in the stands might run along as follows: FIRST QUARTER On the kick'off and run-back every one in the stands stood and Walter Estherhazen, '98, and party managed to gain three feet on their plunge to' ward their seats some 20 numbers in from the aisle. Mrs. Esterhazen ran great interference for Wally. Bill Pringle and Joe Heckler, both '25, arrived late and drunk. Pringle advanced the question, "Is Navy THE CHICAGOAN ahead?" A Mr. Glutzeny who was substituting for Chauncy Fordheimer in seat 15 directly behind them and an unknown party in front informed them that Navy had played last Saturday. Esterhazen and party were notified by the head usher that their seats were on the other side of the aisle four rows back. Esterhazen and Party went into formation to gain their right seats. Glutzeny yelled for the right half' back, McMoran, to watch out for a pass. Heckler yelled for Branderber' ger to watch out for a pass. Unknown party in front assured Heckler that Branderberger wasn't playing today be' cause he had broken his ankle and any way he had been graduated two years ago. The quarter ended with Ester' hazen and party still two feet from the aisle. SECOND QUARTER Esterhazjen and party gained their seats on the other side of the aisle. Mrs. Esterhazen fumbled her balloon and it drifted away. Pringle saw it and yelled, "Yeah! Touchdown!" Pringle was shushed into silence by surround' ing section, the ball being in the enemy's hands at the time. Student section, lead by the cheerleader, yelled, "Hold that liner Pringle yelled, "Touchdown!" Heckler yelled, "Yeah! Navy!" Pringle drew a passed flask from Heckler as the quarter ended. THIRD QUARTER As the half opened Esterhazen plunged to first seats to retrieve blanket left by Mrs. Esterhazen. Pringle saw friend 12 rows back and passed his flask to him. The flask was intercepted by Whittier, '23, four rows back. Pringle yelled, "Pass that back." Friend yelled, "Pass that on." Wit yelled, "Pass that around." Esterhazen who had gone out entered with bag of hot dogs. He was immedi ately sent back by Mrs. Esterhazen to put mustard on three of them. Powell, '25, arrived and sat between Pringle and Heckler. Pringle told him he was late. Heckler told him he was fried Both were right. All three got up and left as Esterhazen returned to the game with mustard-covered hot dogs. FOURTH QUARTER Three gatemen replaced Pringle, Heckler and Powell. Rain began to fall. Mrs. Esterhazen and party left. Esterhazen sat tight and wished he were. Rain fell harder. Pringle re turned for his hat. Pringle left. Ester- hazen was the only one left at the gun. — DON CLYDE. TWtCUICAGOAN 29 A GEMUIhE TECLA NECKLACE of EXQUI/ITE BEAUTY at MODERATE CO/T Just to let this strand of imprisoned loveliness ripple through your fingers is to awaken in your heart an irresistible desire for possession! Only in Tecla pearls or in genuine Orientals is such ex quisite coloring/ such soft luster, such perfect gra dation to be found!... Succumb to the temptation of their beauty— you will find the price of genuine Tecla pearls surprisingly less than you anticipated. Tecla Pearl Necklaces from $25 up Created in our Paris Laboratories <* Tecla Pearls, Sapphires, Rubies and Emeralds in individual mountings for rings, bracelets, studs and earrings Only gold, platinum and genuine diamonds used in Tecla settings 22 S. Michigan Avenue, Chicago 398 Fifth Avenue, New York City PARIS LONDON BERLIN 3.0 TI4E CHICAGOAN The ROVING REPORTER The Radio Show, With Observations on It, Principally Historical By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN GUGLIELMO MARCONI, later to be ennobled as the Marchese Marconi, began his experiments with a new wave in ether circa 1895. The Marchese believed that he could trans mit recognisable waves over a consid erable distance. In 1901, Marconi suc ceeded in transmitting three dots (which in Morse code is the letter S) across some miles of ocean. In 1902, the first commercial wireless installation took place on the S. S. Philadelphia. On the north balcony of the Coli seum, 1929, one may see faithful dup licates of the original Marconi instru ments together with models of his primitive sets not three decades old. Marconi's sending and receiving equip ment is scrupulously reproduced in brass and shellac, imposing and mys terious as the "science" shelf in a rural high school. The immense kite which supported the first wireless antennae is there also. And a bronze plaque of the inventor with a modest inscrip tion. To the right of the primitive wire less exhibit, modern installations on ship board are shown in miniature. A little further on, the magical radio compass holds its needle on true north to the bewilderment of landlubber and radio novice alike. Not 1 5 paces from the first three dot mechanism, the very latest rapid transmission setup clicks briskly along harnessed to a typewriter so that messages come in miraculously on ticker tape. A few paces further and television produces its marvel. A marvel not without an amusing touch, however, for the transmitted picture is of Calvin Coolidge and the instrument, still un- perfected, offers silent Cal in a medium which seems to be a loud collegiate herring bone. A witty, or witless, woolens manufacturer might have had just such a portrait run off on his looms. One might suggest for Hoover a portrait done in engineer's blue denim and framed neatly with out-door suspenders. And for Al Smith, a tasty etching done on a white fish peddler's apron. But back to radio — is an innocent looking device which projects one steel rod vertically and a steel loop horizontally from a plain cabinet box. The Theremin is, so far as this reporter knows, the sole musical instrument of promise invented since the saxophone. (Perhaps its eminence is even more exclusive, depending on one's views of the sax.) The There min, however, produces a cello-like tone beautifully smooth and resonant and of great range and power. By bringing the right hand near the upright rod and varying its distance to change pitch, and holding the left hand near the horizontal loop with a variance of distance to control volume, the operator can evoke accurate music of altogether acceptable quality. Likely enough the symphony of the future will be scored for the Theremin. It does not appear more difficult to master than the strings, say, or certain of the horns. Down on the floor, people are little interested in the history of radio. They inspect cabinets, installations, prices and claims to performance as borne out by blaring loudspeakers. They shuffle through booths, pause to gape at new cabinets — a great many of which are commendably worth gaping at — and compare values. Beauty of display takes feminine attention, it would seem, and mechanical ingenuities draw and hold men. THE young man demonstrating the manufacture of radio tubes by means of factory motion pictures draws a steady crowd. His pictures are ad mirably suited to illustrate the in tricacies of present day machine manu- T HE Theremin (named for its in ventor, Professor Leon Theremin) facture. At only one stage does he apologise for the presence of human inspectors. After tubes are finished and tested by the last inspecting ma chines a single girl checks them at ran dom as a precaution against the ma chine's going wrong. But the rest is an astounding display of mechanical skill with bulbs hatched as so many scientific eggs out of a huge nest which is at once mother and incubator. Another company takes the crowd by showing an automatic record change device. A dozen records slapped care lessly on a turn table are fed carefully to the needle, played, lifted, replaced and stacked in order. The crowd gapes applause. An x-ray with an advanced educa tion photographs disintegrating radium. It gets a perfunctory glance. Some where a radio band whoops into The American Patrol. An observer is surprised by the in' terest shown in the model broadcasting room, a room which on the last night is to house the Chicago Symphony Or chestra. To be sure there is nothing exciting about a broadcasting room, but patrons flock to it. They are surprised to find it bare and brisk as a new hetro- dyne set. No drapes, no carpets, no stage hangings, and a half circle of steps to regulate each musician's dis tance from the microphone. It is in this setting that radio listeners behold the possessors of voices they have long known over the air. They flock to it. BELOW, as one looks from the bal cony, the crowd eddies and jostles between bright booths. Given over to a science and industry only 28 years old, the show still preserves the atmos phere of the ancient trade fair. One misses only the shrill cry of vendors. Science has replaced the individual merchant. Science displays its goods aloofly and with little attempt to wheedle or to please. Its displays are imposing beyond commercial chaffer. Only in the air are human voices. A hundred loud speakers pick up these voices and amplify them in an electric chatter. It is the ancient, aimless meaningless babble of the human race. TWECUICAGOAN 31 124Q Lake Shore Drive To Those Who Sleep Lightly ONE of the notable features of "1242" is its for tunate location, different from any other apartment building on the Drive. While the living rooms and din ing rooms of each apartment face the ever-changing panorama of the Drive and Lake Michigan, practi cally all the bedrooms overlook quiet Stone Street, only two blocks long and devoid of traffic. Those who desire absolute quiet at night will find it here. Typical apartments range from six to eleven rooms, in simplex or duplex type. At this time particularly, larger or special units may be easily arranged to suit individual needs or ideas. The materials, workmanship and appointments of these distinguished apartments will be in keeping with the character of tenancy and with the high standards of service which we are to maintain here. Occupancy is planned for Spring and investiga tion now is therefore advisable. ROSS & BROWNE • Sales A PALMOLIVE BUILDING • nd Managing Agents whitehall 7373 32 TWECUICAGOAN Yes! The Body Needs Minerals of the right kind. We get them most plenti fully in fruits, vegetables, meats, cereals, etc. Dieti cians know this and rec ommend WATER to flush the body and to maintain the greater than 70% wa ter content in the system. Realising that a really pure, soft water can do the job bet ter, they un hesitatingly recommend the drinking of eight glasses daily of CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water "The purest and safest spring water in the world." Bottled at the Spring Phone Roosevelt 2920 Chippewa Spring Water Co* of Chicago 1318 S. Canal St. Regular delivery service to all parts of Chicago and suburbs. T/ie ST A G B Dreams Are Coming True By CHARLES COLLINS OUT of the strictly commercial theater comes an organisation called the Dramatic League, which in tends to give Chicago an ample pro gram of the best plays it can find, acted by the best casts it can assemble. It appears to be sponsored by the most powerful financial forces in that Broad way monopoly called "show business," among them Mr. Lee Shubert. So, without effort on our part, without civic propaganda or chatter of the hy per-esthetes and culture-hunters, we have had a possible parallel to the Theater Guild bestowed upon us. This is an astonishing event. Our dreams seem to have come true after we had abandoned them as hopeless. The first play of the Dramatic League's season is now on view at the Princess, which has been agreeably re decorated to serve as the home of the venture. It is Thunder in the Air, written by Robins Millar, a Scotch journalist, and it demonstrates that the League is guided by discriminating taste. This is a drama worthy of edu cated attention. It is the best treat ment of its theme — spiritism — that I have seen. It makes Barrie's excur sions into the subject in Mary Rose and The Well-Remembered Voice seem ineffectual. Thunder in the Air is a stirring and touching ghost story along rational lines. It evokes the supernatural with uncanny skill, and yet no realist or sceptic can quarrel with its material. It deals with a haunted house and a haunted family, but its returned spirit is purely subjective. The dead, says Thunder in the Air, survive in the memory of the living, and in that survival have poignant vitality. SO the wayward young man who was killed in the war obsesses his re memberers, appearing to each in a different way. A maiden sees him as her romantic lover; a comrade-in-arms as the drunken officer who saved his life; a mother as the little boy whose childhood was too lonely; a father as the outcast whose vices had disgraced the family name. These episodes are blended into a subtly composed pic ture of home life and the heart-break an irresponsible son may bring into it. In the last act there is a scene between the hating father and the degraded, un happy spirit that is stark with tragic power. The acting is admirable, although the moods of the play are held too tensely in stage direction. Robert Has- lam, in the various aspects of the sinis ter ghost, and J. Fischer White, as the martinet of a father, contribute the most notable performance. Cecelia Loftus, once Cissy the beloved mimic, also catches attention in the well-bal anced cast. Thunder in the Air, in every aspect, has given the Dramatic League an impressive debut. Lectures on the Atom THE second item in the Theater Guild's program at the Black- stone represents the drama of ideas and offers a course in advanced physics. It is Wings Over Europe, written by Robert Nichols and Maurice (Great God) Browne, apparently after a close study of H. G. Wells1 romances of the future. Enter, the Atom as hero. If you are unfamiliar with the terrific energy theoretically secreted within the mys terious orbits of this Little Stranger of matter, Messrs. Nichols and Browne will instruct you, in eloquent addresses. Their mouthpieces in this play speech ify about the Atom with a passionate intensity that recalls Shelley at one moment and William Jennings Bryan at another. These well-read dramatists certainly know their Atoms and strive to communicate their learning. But if you happen to have read some of the TME CHICAGOAN 33 advertising the Atom has been given by the great dreamers of science dur ing the past ten years, you may say to yourself: "This is only a one-act play that has been stretched too far." Such was my reaction; "Wings Over Europe was for me a long, verbose evening of tirades and metaphors. For the drama of the Atom, I still prefer the lectures of Sir Oliver Lodge. Nevertheless, it is a notable play. Like Journey's End, it illustrates the fact that the stage can be purged of the fever of sex; there isn't a girl in the cast. It also proves that the drama can entrance the imagination with ideas instead of emotions. Its pseudo- science is as fascinating as the fantastic fictions of Jules Verne, A. Conan Doyle, and the voluble Mr. Wells who anticipated its authors in dealing with the disintegration of the Atom as a method of wrecking this sinful old world and building the New Jerusalem. Wings Over Europe has been staged with consummate distinction. In this production the Theater Guild reveals its mastery of the standard technique. Sessions at 10 Downing Street, with a British cabinet in full, characteristic bloom, are visualized with persuasive realism. In its acting and scene-design, this might be a play by John Gals worthy — although the frantic young demi-god of research who attempts to bluff the British Empire into social re form is straight out of Shaw. Ernest Lawford as the prime minister; Morris Carnovsky as Secretary for Foreign Af fairs, in the style of Disraeli; and Alex ander Kirkland as the laboratory mys tic, are the leaders of an impeccable cast. Did We Deserve This? CHICAGO neglected a charming 'and unusual little play at the Gar rick, A. A. Milne's The Perfect Alibi, and so, for our civic dullness, we got what was coming to us, which is My Girl Friday. This bawdy and boobish farce arrived with a gesture of con tempt, as if to say, "Well, maybe we're what they like." A certain William A. Grew, un known to fame but probably a stock- company veteran, wrote this specimen of nickering nonsense, and he stars in it, under his own management. He knows the rules for farce, but he seems to lack acquaintance with the canons of good taste. He also knows the lecherous expectations that cause bla- HERE'S TO GOOD OLD WHOOSIS, drink *er down- in Orange Crush-Dry. What a bracer it is after the game! Fresh rich juice of prime tree-ripened oranges . . tart with a spicy hint of peel and lemon. . . and highly charged to give it that dry zestful flavor. Orange Crush-Dry in the ebony bottle contains fresh orange juice — it's different. For convenience, buy it by the case at all good stores. C ORANGE B"fe rush'tlry 34 THE CHICAGOAN M-JOL/ON *S*YitwITHs0IIGS RECORD/ Little Pal The song of father-love he sings to Davey Lee in his greatest picture. It will leave you damp of eye, open of heart, and better for having heard it. I'm in Seventh Heaven It's hot. It's blue. It's jazzy. It's JOLSON. No. 4400. Why Can't You — and on the reverse — Used to You. JVo. 4401 HE All DAVeV *ee x: v ¦¦¦>¦¦¦[ i ..,A SOMNY *°.YJ BEAR STORy BRUNSWICK MCOWf The cutest nursery tale ever told— all about the drate big bears and the 'ittle boy in the tree — told by the screen's youngest and most sensa tional star— Davey Lee. He laughs, he talks, he sings in Brunswick's masterful recording of— Sonny- Boy's Bear Story. No. 4491. tant babbitts to back Broadway musical shows, and he undertakes to satirise them; but his well-intentioned ridicule is horribly blunt. There are passages in My Girl Friday as embarrassing as the privilege of peeking through a transom. Walter Winchell might say that Mr. Grew, as an author, has pulled a bloomer — as a matter of fact, three pairs of them, direfully exhibited as the relics of a rough party. As a comedian Mr. Grew isn't so bad; he has a slow, owl-eyed, moon' faced method of evoking mirth in the role of a would-be wild man from Buf falo off for a jamboree among the chorus janes. The others are earnest bush-leaguers trying to get along. The three chorus girls are well-cast for type, and their leader, Bonnie Teabeau, keeps the plot moving with an air of authority. One line in the dialogue of My Girl Friday issues a warning to the "angels" who leer lasciviously at the stage- door thus: "It's the toughest woman racket in the world." Verbum sap. La Belle Bordoni THAT little French girl, Irene Bor doni, has returned in her own piquant person after too long an ab sence, and now adorns a diversion called Paris, at the Selwyn. She animates a farcical comedy of familiar pattern; she flaunts a repertory of gowns and get- ups from the Eighth Arrondissement; and, best of all, she sings in the charming Bordonian manner, making a fine art of popular balladry in French and English. She is, as of old, la belle Parisienne of the American stage, bril liantly gifted and as pretty as a Corsi- can — which she happens to be. In the plot Bordoni is a star soubrette of, say, the Casino de Paris, who plans to marry a young man from one of the first Puritan families of Massachusetts. Enter, his mamma, played drolly by Louise Closser Hale, who turns herself into a hot old sport of the Ritz bar in order to break up the match. It all runs according to the ritual of innc cent farce until Bordoni quarrels with her first American sweetheart, who looks like Lindbergh and behaves like NIGHTS, 8:30 Mats., Wed. & Sat., 2:30 Lee Shubert Presents ETHEL HARRIS BLee Shubert fresents cihcl. A RRYM O RE IN G. MARTINEZ SIERRA'S DRAMA THE KINGDOM OF GOD LATER IN HER SEASON: THE LOVE DUEL By Lili Hatvany Adapted by Zoe Akins Social Spotlight (or Weddings Dances, Dinners, Etc. Brilliant party rooms — each with its own unique decorative theme. The lavish Oriental Room — the luxurious Towne Club or moderne Silver Club on the Roof. Each a novel setting for a distinctive affair. A gracious serv ice and fine cuisine that you will find in but few places. And prices are most attractive. . . Reservations for Fall and Winter affairs are being made now! We urge your early con sideration. 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It honkatonks up and down the aisles, cuddling the custom ers, before the show proper (and improper) begins; and it uses the in termission for a cotton-ball throwing melee across the footlights. It is rowdy and raucous, and as embarrassingly friendly as a St. Bernard pup after a bath. It can be observed with critical detachment only through a wind-shield. The Guinan wuff-wuffs her way through the proceedings with pitiless energy and cast-iron nerve, proving that she is prohibition's greatest gift to the art of hospitality. Her girls are pretty, clever and sometimes nude; her clowns are hard-boiled young men from the floor-shows; and her librettists often have lapses into the baser imag inings of the Broadway mind. Her principal helpers are Frank Gaby, Joe Phillips, Jans and Whalen, and Paula Trueman — the latter being an odd little lady with a talent for delicate caricature. Without Miss Guinan Broadway lights would be merely a rough, un organised revue; with her it is a grand party for the Egg Man and his mate. Poetic Acceptances Witter Bynner Accents the Leader ship of the Santa Fe Colony jor a Treasure Hunt O, I have seen a thousand clues And read a thousand charts And heard almost as many views And pieced together bits of news And made as many starts. And I am fully competent, As Celia will attest, And there can be no argument And so herewith I do consent To lead the rest. Donald Plant. new loveliness in the evening picture this year . . . inter preted in the Franklin collection with char acteristic distinction. Shell pink satin moulds the slim grace of this gown... $125. CHICAGO 132 East Delaware PI. 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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 "The CINEMA * Rio Rita" in the Star-Sfcangl ed Manner By WILLIAM R. WEAVER IF I may inflict upon you, just this once, the star-spangled manner of the girls who gush at you in the daily papers, I shall begin by awarding a quartette of stars to the R K O execu tive who decided to screen Rio Rita without the nuisance of a backstage plot in which the actors are supposed to be human beings involved in finan cial, domestic or legal difficulties that threaten every minute or so to put a stop to the performance. This, if On "With the Show, The Broadway Mel ody and all those others are indicative, required courage. Rio Rita rewards it. Next, still borrowing the star- spangled manner, I will drape a con stellation about the slight, white shoul ders of Miss Bebe Daniels, once a movie actress — now a person, who makes Rita a good deal more believ able optically and almost as enjoyable audibly as any of the first half-dozen song and dance ladies that come to mind. A brace of pinwheels, then, to Mr. John Boles, whose singing of the male lead in the picture is more than ample atonement for his atrocious per forming of the principal part in The Desert Song. And a car-load of sky rockets, Roman candles and giant crackers for Mr. Bert Wheeler, whose moments with Robert Woolsey and Dorothy Lee (a shower for both of these) answer definitely the question as to where good little stage comedians are to go when the stage extravaganza dies. Fve an idea that Mr. Wheeler will have a chance to sign Hollywood contracts that make Chaplin's look like the laundry bill. Having exhausted, now, the ready supply of terrestrial decorations, I fall back upon mere nouns, verbs and things like that to say that Rio Rita is the pic ture for you to go to see and hear this afternoon or tonight or whenever you can find time. It is a merry, tuneful, eyeable and altogether pleasing pictorial presentation of a music-show that was pretty good itself. It lacks, chiefly, the personal presence of its performers. It offers compensation in settings that Ziegfeld might have equalled had his stage afforded space, in a mobility of action that has always been exclusively a screen property, and in a continuous availability that is not to be sneezed at in these days and nights of pressing so cial obligations. It is the best show in Town. "Flight" I RECOMMEND Flight to the ro- 1 tund gentleman in the adjacent of fice, who persists in telling me at lunch that enemy planes over Chicago would approximate nil as a war threat, and to any and all ladies and gentlemen, ro tund or otherwise, who prefer, as I do, to experience their air thrills aboard a plush theater-chair fronting upon an audible screen. Flight affords the first- named gentleman a better argument than I care to summon up, and it of fers the earthbound a grand ride over land and water with a battle at the finish that is intimate enough for any one not personally intent upon sudden death. Flight is easily the best of the air plane pictures. Perhaps in part be cause the flying is done under direction of the U. S. Marine Corps, perhaps in part because it is done by Jack Holt and Ralph Graves at the peak of a quarrel about the affections of Lila Lee, but in most part, I think, because it is extremely business-like, practical flying such as Marines do when called upon and say no more about it. The imprint of reality is all over it. The story of Flight is a bit of Sub marine tied to The Courtship of Miles Standish and superimposed upon the incident of the football player who made a reverse touchdown in a Pacific Coast game last season. Curiously— and there's no reason for analyzing a thing like this — the familiarity of these THE CHICAGOAN 37 factors imparts to the plot a realism that is not often attained in films or elsewhere. It should not be necessary to men tion that the picture is what's called all-talking (let's let it be assumed here after that a picture is, unless otherwise specified) but it may be pertinent to remark that the two lustiest responses it brings from the audience are silently obtained. A good deal might be writ ten on the point — but that's another item. The vital news about Flight is that it should be seen and heard by anyone and everyone who thinks he or she knows all there is to know about plane and fancy love and war. "Why Bring That Up" THE general clamor for a talking- picture musical comedy unhin dered by a backstage plot is at least partially complied with in Why Bring That Up? It has the customary back stage plot, as had The Broadway Mel ody and its ubiquitous progeny, but Messrs. Moran and Mack have the ex tremely good sense to continue being Messrs. Moran and Mack in the story as well as in the several insufferably funny skits you've witnessed before in vaudeville and revue. By this device they make an essentially woozey se quence of events seem biographical, wherefore probable, logical, real. The method is recommended to the sages of Hollywood for perpetuation. In the picture, George Moran meets Charlie Mack in Paris, O., and they start a vaudeville act. It clicks, as they say, and five years later they're on Broadway, where the inevitable "dame" all but breaks up the partnership. The boys are best, of course, when doing their stuff onstage, but the offstage se quences aren't too bad. His G1 orious Night" I'D rather not inquire too deeply into the reason or reasons why Mr. John Gilbert's first talking-picture did not bring into attendance more than a minority of those innumerable members of the presumably fair sex who hung upon his every gesture in the silent yesterdays. Surely he is as dashing in his Von Stroheim uniform. His voice is as cloudly with emotion, whatever else may be said of it, as were his eyes in the soft-focus photography of his Garbo closeups. And the plot of His Glorious J^ight permits him to continue his conquest of the lady in pursuit a SKOKIE RIDGE HOMES Are in Harmony with the Rambling Terrain The interesting topography has governed the type of homes already built. It will play a large part in the design of homes to be built. In the selection of your home it is highly impor tant to consider the natural environment and its effect on the property values, present and future. Skokie Ridge speaks for itself. BAIRD & WARNER Office: 1071 Skokie Ridge Drive, Glencoe Phones: Glencoe 1554 — Briargate 1855 Representative Always on Property Sheridan Road to Park Avenue, Glencoe, West to Bluff Street, North to Dundee Road and West to Entrance 38 THE CHICAGOAN You know how good you feel when the weather is right. That sparkle in the air fizzes right into the blood and your brain runs clear and strong. When you feel like that you play the bestgolfthat'sinyou. And you feel like that when you play golf in California. The Santa Fe operates six daily trains to California including the CHIEF— fastest and only extra fare train to Southern California. Fred Harvey dining service is another distinctive feature. After California — Hawaii mail this coupon / Mr. W. J. Black, Pass. Traf. Mgr., Santa Fe System Lines, 1206 Railway Exchange, Chicago, 111. Am interested in winter trip to California. Please send me "Golf in California" folder, "Califor nia Picture Book," and "Escorted All-Expense Tours." good deal beyond the point considered thrilling in the mute movie. No, I'd rather not plumb the depths of this new feminine coolness toward the fellow. Better to state simply that Nance O'Neil has the role of third importance in the plot and makes it the role of first importance in the en' tertainment. As mother of the princess wooed, won and in all probability wed by the son of a cobbler in Riga, she contributes a sparkling performance that makes an otherwise merely dirty story merry, amusing and generally tol' erable. She is worth going to hear. Evidence THE plot of Evidence hath many a familiar ring and the cast includes scarcely fewer familiar faces. But the possessers of those faces are experi enced, veteran players and the hour consumed by them is unregretted by observers not impervious to the charm of good acting. Pauline Frederick is the principal player. Conway Tearle and Lowell Sherman are others readily recalled, and there's a small boy who manages to be engaging without trying to be Davey Lee. The story's about a faith ful wife who can't prove it. "Oh, Yeah?" 1 HESITATE to state that a comedy- melodrama in which two railroad brakemen and ZaSu Pitts enunciate the title a million or more times is worth sitting through. But the brakeman are James Gleason and Robert Armstrong, ZaSu Pitts is. ZaSu Pitts, and the rail road is at best no more than a back- ' drop against which they exchange their wisecracks, sing their songs and kid the plot. They do these things so well that a melodramatic ending seems dragged in as the only practical means of stopping the picture. I shouldn't advise going a great way to see the picture, or standing long in wait for a seat, but if the weather be comes temperate again it isn't a bad idea to stroll over to whatever neigh borhood cinema may be showing it. oalute IF you attended the Army-Navy game when they tied at Soldier Field, if you have brothers enough to thrill to the ancient brother-against-brother plot, or if you like intimate views of cadet life at West Point with George O'Brien and actors more or less like him impersonating the cadets, you may enjoy Salute quite thoroughly. It's a brother story with the usual girl and football finish. The ebon Stepin Fechit is responsible for the best humor in it and the tie-game preserves an impec cable neutrality. The Viking" THIS is the best silent picture I have seen since I became a convert to conversational celluloid. It happens, also, to be the only one, but I'm pretty sure none that I've missed has been better. This one would be well worth while without even the music-score that accompanies it, and the Technicolor photography that may or may not be intended as a substitute for dialogue. It is that rare thing, a story worthy of record. The Vi\ing is a picturisation of The Thrall of Leif the Luc\y. It unfolds a healthy romance while recording Leif Ericsson's discovery of America. It starts with a bang, moves along as if propelled by a series of rockets, and ends with the satisfying thud of fact that is better than fiction. Pauline Starke and a score or more excellent players impersonate the picturesque characters with that dash and go which the talking-pictures have yet, if ever, to achieve. It's all very exhilirating, refreshing and altogether satisfactory pastime. Also Available Jealousy: Jeanne Eagel's last words. [Hear them.] Say It With Songs: Al Jolson and Davey Lee without the aid of a plot. [If addicted.] The Lady Lies: Walter Huston and Claudette Colbert in a good picture, cen sored. [Go anyway.] Bulldog Drummond: Ronald Colman in surprisingly good melodrama. [Yes.] The Unholy Night: Roland Young's gift to the thrill school of cinema. [For both reasons.] In the Headlines: Grant Withers in the best of the newspaper plays. [Possibly.] Her Private Life: Billie Dove attacks Ethel Barrymore's Declasse and is still a lovely girl. [No.] The Cock-Eyed World: Victor McLag- len and Edmund Lowe continue their cardiac competition. [Certainly.] Lucky Star: Janet Gaynor and Charles Farrell in a partially vocal extension of their Seventh Heaven series. [Perhaps.] Illusion: Buddy Rogers and Nancy Car- roll in highly engaging backstage ro mance. [Yes.] Woman Trap: Hal Skelly of The Dance of Life and Chester Morris of Alibi in a picture unlike either but good as both. [Certainly.] THE O-IICAGOAN Street Girl: Betty Compson, Jack Oakie and others in a snappy little yarn about jaw 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.] Marianne: Marion Davies' first vocal of fering and a first rate entertainment. [Attend.] The Love Doctor: Richard Dix in the lightly comic sort of thing he does best. [Surely.] (l)No ( 2) Interesting (3) Thank You The Chicagoan, Gentlemen : With reference to your editorial in The Chicagoan of October 26. 1. Are you familiar with the local com munity map, copy of which I enclose, pre pared by the department of Sociology of the University of Chicago under the direc tion of Professor E. W. Burgess, which map is along the lines of your suggestion? 2. I have witnessed flights of imagina tion in my time, but none wilder than your suggestion that prohibition is responsible for prison mutinies. Violations of the prohibi tion law have filled the courts, but not the prisons. Look up the figures. The Survey Graphic of several months ago devoted an entire number to the prison situation. Why not charge the mutinies to the after effects of the war, the decline of religion, the economic independence of women, or any other cause which occurs. The whole point is that the answer to the question raised by the prison mutinies is not a simple one to find. There is no single answer. One phase that does appear obvious is that prison administration falls far short of what everyone knows it should be. Mutinies will continue just so long as we subject human beings to conditions which are intolerable. 3. The Chicagoan is making a real contribution in the literary field. Please let me express my appreciation. Joseph L. Moss, Director Cook County Bureau of Pub lic Welfare. Oh, Well . - Anybody Can Sf>el1 The Chicagoan, Gentlemen : On the book page of your October 26th issue there appears a review of Ernest Hem ingway's novel, Farewell to Arms. Just to settle a doubt in my mind, is it for humorous effect that Hemingway was misspelled three times in the review? Doubtless you are well aware of this mis take by this time if you have observant readers. Pauline R. White, 345 S. Cuyler Ave., Oak Park, 111. 39 UAWAI I DECIDEDLY INTERESTING wu To compare the Loop with a South Sea vol- To wake up wondering who cano...Gilda Gray with the girls who were spilled all the perfume .. and how born to it . . . and Palm Beach with Waikiki I many different kinds of flowers ____ — — = there are over ten thousand . . . and whether anybody ever worries in Hawaii, or even lets serious thinking spoil her mood of lazy, ineffable content! m. Never too indolent for play, how ever, Hawaii offers you golf, tennis, bridle trails, smart hotel life, and for the apex of sporting thrills, riding the surfboards at Waikiki. Varied sight seeing, too, that reaches its climax at the brink of Kilauea Volcano, m. You arrive in exaftly the right mood for Hawaii when you sail the delightful southern route in a LASSCO luxury liner direct from Los Angeles to Honolulu. The smart cruiser de luxe, "City of Honolulu," for example, with her Pompeiian swimming pool ..elevator service connecting five decks . . . two-thirds of her staterooms having private or connecting baths ... and all of them well lighted and ventilated through outside ports... affords the kind of service and luxury that makes even a cynic mellow and benign. <m The albatross pauses on the foremast to remark that the Honolulu social season is opening a bit earlier this year— which makes a late November or early December sailing about the right thing. And since you will wish to spend at least a few days between train and ship, to- look around Los An geles, Hollywood and way points in Southern California, prompt aftion is indicated. it Full particulars at any authorized ticket bureau or ... . LASSCO LOS ANGELES STEAMSHIP CO. 730 So. Broadway 521 Fifth Avenue 140 So. Dearborn 685 Market Street 213 E. Broadway Los Angeles . New York Chicago San Francisco . San Diego 40 TI4E CHICAGOAN jj^bft. In Paris one lunches and dines, a very dif- ferent matter from mere eating. Yet it is often some slight touch of genius that makes the vital difference. Giro's 18 West Walton Place Chicago Telephone 2592 Delaware GO, CHICAGO Yo-ho-ho and a Bottle of Ru By LUCIA LEWIS m DRIZZLE for 24 hours, a gale for 12 more, and the drizzle turns to sleet. Green, amber, red as your cor respondent achieves the middle of Wa bash Avenue. A cab slides past, con temptuously full, and spurts a stream of mud from the omnipresent puddle as a farewell. And that, dear reader, is the reason I am going to the West Indies. Other people, other peeves. A ticker legend, X 203%. %. 5200. 203 GM58J4 SC 26]/2, sends Cousin John off for 1 5 days of calming down among the haunts of earlier pirates. A plethora of Christmas shopping does it to many. Others are impelled by memories of last year's grippe, the fag that sooner or later hits everyone these long winter months, or simply acute dissatisfaction with the spirituous wares of local merchants. Whatever the peeve, the escape is there for all who come this year. The regular lines to the Caribbean ply briskly back and forth as usual and other steamship companies are putting on at least sixty special cruises in the dreary period from December to April. IT all points to much good company about the southern sea for we can be just as choosey as to type of ship and traveling companions as on any Atlantic crossing in the height of the season. There are famous large cruisers like the Reliance, the Duchess of Bed ford, and the Franconia and Resolute, the last two doing a Caribbean stint be fore they return to New York for the start of their world cruises. A group of brand new liners is turned over to the West Indies for the season — the fine Dutch Statendam, the very mod ern Swedish Kungsholm, and the sumptuous Italian Vulcania,, both mo tor vessels. Smaller, yacht-like vessels, including a young fleet from Cunard and the Prince Olav, up to now the British Royal yacht. The excellent regular services of United Fruit and Furness, and to top it off a decidedly new air cruise by Pan-American Air ways over the Lindbergh Circle, which starts from Miami and gives generous time at each stop because of the short traveling period. The beauty of it all is that the pas sengers are not retired grandmas and grandpas or stuffy plutocrats. The trips are short, gay, and not too ex pensive, about two hundred dollars up. It's a gay interlude but a restful one, for the Caribbean is essentially a lazy cruise. The weather is mild and ease ful, the boats uncrowded. Cruise ships are limited to one-half or one-third capacity, so that a completely worn-out traveler has plenty of chance to crawl away from his fellows, and the ports are beautifully unhurried. At the first stop one may rush across the sunny street, at the second one saunters, and at the third one just remains seated at the pleasant little tables idly whir ring the ice in a green swizzle. Due allowance is made for this slowing- down tendency in passengers, cruise charges usually being quoted without shore excursions. If you are an in veterate sightseer the excursions are ar ranged for separately. If you are a drone you pay nothing for the sight seeing you never do. BUT certain things you must do and will do right joyfully. I am never one to urge an extensive course of study before embarking on a pleasure tour but the joy of the West Indies is immeasurably heightened if one has a friendship with Pyle's roaring Boo\ of Pirates, with >jostrorao and Ro mance and Lafcadio Hearn's Two Tears in the "West Indies. The Path of the Conquistador es by Linton Bates is fine history, and with these behind you no one could keep you away from the scene of Morgan's sack of Old TI4ECWICAG0AN 41 Panama or from a wistful hovering in the harbor at Jamaica over the ruins of old Port Royal where he governed and was buried. Port Royal, another of those "wickedest cities in the world," flourished mightily with the ill-gotten gains of the pirates who brought their treasures and captives to its shores un til the great earthquake split it open and the whole city slipped into the sea in 1692; and as the natives paddle you about in the harbor they talk so earn estly of the ruins they see down among the coral and the old cathedral bell they hear tolling the requiem that you just about see and hear them yourself. Then at St. Thomas is Blackbeard Teach's castle, in Havana De Soto's fortress, Sir Francis Drake lies at Puerto Bello, Christophe's citadel looms above the mountain growth in Haiti, and every where are spots where Columbus sailed, landed or was buried for a while. These are as numerous in the Carib bean as houses where Washington slept are in our own east. Musing primly upon all the violence of these old buc caneers Victoria's awful statue stands in Kingston at Jamaica, and not far away at Martinique the quite luscious figure of Josephine smiles over her birthplace. THE natives are almost as exciting as the history of these islands. Cubans in Havana, aristocratic as any Spanish grandee, and then the noisy negro women quarreling in the streets of Haiti. Graceful Martinicans slip about in their ragged travesties of Josephine's empire gowns. In Curacao the natives live in incongruous Dutch gabled houses and work up and down the canals that their Dutch masters ap parently must have to make themselves feel at home, and in Trinidad Hindus and Bengalis wander about in a minia ture Mother India. What one does in these islands de pends, of course, upon the length of time spent in port. Everywhere spirits flow freely and well. On the English islands it is planter's punch and swizzles, at Santiago you visit Bacardi's and have noble Bacardi cocktails or sip that rare Elixir of Bacardi liqueur. In Havana there is a satisfying brewery that keeps open house for visitors to the Tropical Gardens, and there are wines and smooth liqueurs all about, on and off ship. It seems hardly necessary to suggest activities in Havana. Every one has a pretty definite idea on that [continued on page 45] A room at COLBY'S Th .HE displays here present many suggestions to seekers after the rare, the unusual, the artistic in furni ture and accessories. We invite you to visit. John A. COLBY and Sons Interior decorators since 1866 129 North Wabash Avenue CI4ICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Changing residence f 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). 42 TUtCUICAGOAN .* Chicago at Illinois - Notre Dame-Southern }¦ Nov. 16 California at Chicago Notre Dame at Northwestern - - wr n Ohio State at Illinois - / ^ ov. 2 3 Washington at Chicago. Chicago Cardinals-Bears Nov. 28 Notre Dame-Army - Nov. 30 uperJieterodyne ... or Screen-Grid C/Xaaiola 66 (Super-heterodyne) &Vadiola 46 (Screen-Grid) (less Radiotrons) ^{jou'll find ike finest at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON Q LECTRIC SHOPO 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO FEDERAL COUPONS GIVEN j>o£ Gowns Costumes —Wraps to Order 840 N. Michigan Ave. Telephone Superior 2092 rhe CUICACOrZNNE Rings on Her Fingers By MARCIA VAUGHN MY, it doesn't seem a week ago that the announcements of fall fashion shows began to arrive, and this department has nearly burst its seams trying to get them all into print. It is about the newsiest season I have ever seen in the business of feminine dress, and here am 1 just getting a good running start for a real dive into the rising tide of clothes when I get that faint twinge that means the old Christmas spirit is beginning to move out of its mothballs. So it seems I must pull myself at least halfway out of this pleasant fog of peplums, waist' lines and swirling skirts and start the first of the season's sorties into the gift strongholds. To do it systemat' ically, then, or at least begin systemat ically, it might be well to look first into the really fine things for the gift to the person. If you have one of those this year, rally around and hearken to the jewel song. IN the weeks from now until Christ' mas a deluge of lesser offerings, gadgets and trinkets all the way to wrapping cord will be released, but this week we are being very, very precious. It has been an exciting tour to say the least, with rare emeralds, pigeon- blood rubies and prismatic diamonds spread before my entranced vision. There was that morning at Juergens and Andersen in the Pittsfield Build ing. This historic Chicago firm are really manufacturing jewelers and distribute many of their things through the fine retailers, but they also do magnificent designing for in dividuals and should be seen by any one who is contemplating a luxurious piece. First, they are pearl authorities and have an amazing wealth r>f fine pearls that are blended into famous necklaces. It is well to take to heart their words about pearl selection. The ideal color is a soft rosee rather than dead white, but more important than any other consideration in fixing the value of pearls is the lustre. Really fine pearls glow very softly and very beautifully, and size or per fectly smooth surfaces are of secon dary importance. The oyster, you know, has individuality too, and it is rather amazing to analyze a precious necklace which seems to be perfectly "matched" only to find that each pearl has tiny variations in color, shape, perhaps an almost invisible dent here and there. Well, you can find an array of them at Juergens and Andersen, so beautifully blended and carried through lovely gradations of color and size that the completed pieces are genuine works of art. Strands are made up individually if you desire and since this selection and harmonizing takes time orders should be placed now. Of course they have some very lovely necklaces already made up and an impressive array of the strands from which to make selections all shining and eager on the royal blue and silver cords on which they come from India. THERE are no special fashion kinks in pearls. If you have a $70,000 necklace it is fashionable no matter how you wear it, but many owners are having the very long strands reduced or made up into double and triple shorter strands with occasionally an emerald or sapphire set into the front. A lovely pearl ring and pearl earrings are the other two popular forms for this stone; bracelets are not used much. Spauld' ing-Gorham have a gorgeous pair of pearl earrings handed down from a French noble for the paltry sum of $30,000 but there are several other sets for quite a bit less than a king's ransom. There isn't anything much lovelier than one exquisite pearl in a simple ring and they are here and at TWE CHICAGOAN 43 Field's in quite a range of sizes and prices. Seed pearls, of course, are much, much less expensive and though jewelers seem to cling to the idea that they are used only by nice old ladies they are coming back into favor and make a very delicate and graceful decoration. The thicker strands are quite impressive and they are particularly attractive in brooches. At Frederic's are a few very dainty brooches, some of them entirely of seed pearls and others with a few rows of them surrounding an amethyst or topaz. EMERALDS are just sitting on top of the world and are about the snootiest jewels you can own. In these, too, it isn't size but lustre. A huge, dark Russian emerald is not nearly so valuable as a gleaming clear shallower one. At Juergens and Andersen, for instance, I saw a very pure one valued at $28,000 and a much bigger one for $12,000. The second was a pretty fine stone, at that, and I'd hardly quarrel with any one that picked it for a Christmas gift. The "sleepier" the stone, how ever, the less its value. Another little trick in selecting rubies or emeralds is to hunt around for the "silk", a very faint white shadow, the fainter the better, which is seen at the sides in certain lights. It is one of the things that cannot be produced synthetically and something to remem ber in case you ever get excited about a "bargain in genu-wine stones." The emeralds and a very true pigeon-blood ruby are set in rings at Juergens and Andersen but are removed and put into pendants or bracelets if the pur chaser chooses. About the most striking pieces shown are the pieces that combine these fine colored stones with diamonds, and diamonds, and diamonds. Spaulding-Gorham have a wonderful necklace, a ribbon-like chain of solidly set diamonds knotted at the ends with two pendant emeralds dropping from each end. With the extremely low decolletage of the season these are usually worn with the ends hanging down the back if you can do it without clutching at yourself every two minutes to see that they are still there. ENGRAVED emeralds and sap phires always catch my fancy and are lovely pieces to own, though usually not quite as precious as the pure stone. Field's have one of the (t ,^ Christmas Greeting Cards truly "Worth While" Our own selections of original and exclusive subjects — or individual cards produced especially for you. SPAULDING - GORHAM, Inc. E 1„ « Ul B. r ' Michigan Boulevard CHICAGO Formerly Spaulding & Compamj Orrington Avenue EVANSTON Rue de la Paix PARIS Associated with BLACK STARR & FROST - GORHAM Inc., New York For the Vivid Season "The Chicagoan," 407 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, Illinois. Send "The Chicagoan" one year, $3 — two years, #5. (I have checked my choice, as you will notice.) Name Address.. 44 TI4E CHICAGOAN IHERE'S JUST TIME FOR A BETWEEN TH E ACTS!.. A 5-minute chance to smoke . . . in the thick of a busy day. No time for a long cigar. Then the cigar smokers welcome the friendly red tin of BETWEEN. THE-AGTS. The 15c cigar in 10 acts. Packed with real Havana charm. But not a penny's waste in a packetful. <g)P. LorillardCo., Est. 1760 BETWEEN THEACTS T T L E CIGARS Smoke 10 and see . . . It's worth 15c to know how good these little cigars are. If your favorite tobacconist cannot sup ply you, mail us 15c (stamps or coins) for a package. Address The P. Lorillard Co., Inc., 119 W.40th St., New York City. Are You Air Minded? Just drop in at the acoustically perfect STUDEBAKER on Michigan avenue near Congress . . . and see the greatest alh talking air-thriller ever brought to the screen — UFLIGH T" with a marvelous love story woven around zooming planes above the clouds. . . . It's . twice daily 2:30, 8:30 p. m. Sundays 6:00-8:00 p. m. Mats., $1.00. Evg's., $1.0041.50. All seats reserved. most delicately engraved emeralds set in diamonds on a chain of diamonds and emeralds. Engraved sapphire rings are in high favor and since even good sapphires occasionally go dead on one under night lights they aren't a bad investment a-tall. The darkest Aus tralian sapphires are the least valuable and the deep rich Kashmir the best. Among my favorite sapphires are the lively star sapphires which shoot out their facets of white light from a tray of rings at Spaulding-Gorham and Field's. An unusually rare stone, the catVeye, looking exactly like a bale ful green catVeye is set into a ring at each of these two shops and they are the only ones I have seen anywhere. Distinctive enough to attract attention in the most bejewelled crowd. OTHER striking items mark the tour. A bracelet at Field's with rows of baguette diamonds producing a darling, mirror-like band; the mir ror-cut diamonds, similar to baguettes but even more shining, that Juergens and Andersen combine with other diamonds in several bracelets. A flam ing black opal ring at Spaulding- Gorham's and their collection of fancy sapphires in delicate rare shades of green, pink, and yellow. Here, as Well as at Juergens and Andersen, is a wide selection of the popular fancy pins in flower basket and bird shapes, little diamond flower pots holding plants of rubies and emeralds. Spaulding-Gorham have a diamonded feather pin and an ex quisite tiny sailboat pin, the sails of clear crystal, held by delicate diamonds with tiny sapphire waves dashing up the side. Jade pendants and rings are often carved but when the jade is a rare deep green and especially lus trous it is untouched and makes a fine, simple necklace like the one now owned by Spaulding-Gorham and owned by you, if you crave it, for ten thousand. Perhaps the newest thing in precious stones is their use for the diamond agraffes that are sold in pairs and clasp to one's dress or hat instead of pinning. These come in all sorts of dashing, modern designs both at Spaulding's and Juergen's, and were it seems eagerly seised upon by Chi- cagoennes before even Paris began boosting them as highly as it does now. SEMI-PRECIOUS and costume jewelry is in greater demand than ever but needs a little dissertation all its own. But we must say a word for some of the antiques that are finding their way to this city from England and France and into the hearts of certain fashionables. Frederic's on Washington Street has an extensive collection and Field's are exhibiting a few remarkable pieces. Many of these old sets consist of brooch and long, sumptuously fashioned earrings that would be just the thing to wear with the majestic afternoon gowns of this fall. One of the Field sets is deep Etruscan gold set with garnets and Frederic has at least half a do^en such groups, one in all gold fashioned into the scroll that was used so much by Napoleon on the jewelry he handed around, and another in gold and cloisonne, from eighteenth century France. Some of these old English and French necklaces at Frederic's are remarkably like much of our very newest costume pieces, and one of the finest things about the antiques is that they are rarely very costly. Occasional Humor Birthday MR. HARRIS is one of the leading officials of a major film office in Chicago. From coast to coast he is known as an able and efficient execu tive, but a profound woman hater. He claims that his first anti- feministic views reached him during the early Biograph days. Attempts to quell this aversion have been without avail. All of his office attendants are male, even down to typists. When women enter his of fice on business, he leaves their attend- ence to his associates, whose views, in sofar as the sex is concerned, differ from those of their superior. Recently Mr. Harris had a birth day. Happily he arose to greet the occasion. Gifts piled his breakfast table. Western Union contributed many congratulatory tokens. Coming downtown in famous spirits, he reached his office. There, to his great surprise, were four hundred young women,' all of the type Mr. Harris cares for least. A kind friend, convivial with the birth day spirit, had inserted this advertise ment in a morning paper: "Wanted, three hundred blonde girls for the movies. See Mr. Harris, at so and so." It is said that each morning, before en tering his office building, Mr. Harris now sends an inspector up to his office to see if the coast is blondeless. — H. A. THE CHICAGOAN 45 Go Chicago To the West Indies [continued from page 41] subject before he or she gets there. Ii is a glorious city any time during the winter and an experience during Christmas week and New Year's. Whatever the date of your visit there are the Casino, the races, the beach. The Sevilla-Biltmore and Plasa Roof are big favorites, of course, and I am particularly fond of those Sunday af ternoons at the less blatant Almendares. Why everyone flocks to Sloppy Joe's I can't understand, but if you must you must. Get someone to take you to the Country Club for a game. Some of the cruise ships make arrangements for their passengers. Drive along the Malecon at night, shout your head off at jai alai, pure and undefiled, and so on — pleasure without end. Gaiety abounds at Nassau and in the height of winter at the Canal Zone where the Atlantic and Pacific fleets and the uni forms of half the countries of the world fill the restaurants and hotels. SHOPPING is always engaging and satisfying. The Franconias first cruise from December third to the nineteenth is just about a shopper's spe cial. A splendid vacation and you re turn for Christmas all soothed and with the most desirable gifts you ever gave at about half the usual price. At the free ports marvellous bargains in imported china, crystal, perfumes, as exciting and cheaper than in Paris. To say nothing of the native products — hammered brass, gold and silver Hindu bracelets in Trinidad, English canes and woolens in Bardados, Chinese jades and silks in Colon (careful here — they are a bit tricky at times) pottery and In dian embroidery at San Jose, exquisite laces and embroideries at the San Juan convent. And in the end, the simpler pleas ures have their own very powerful ap peal. It is pure joy to gnaw at juicy grafted mangoes, feast on flying fish, and revel in the moist conservatory fragrance of the forests. At Maracca Falls in Trinidad the ferns sway and the water bubbles among the rocks where you stand, flaming butterflies stream past, you munch at a wild grapefruit or orange and the fine veil of the falls floats serenely down the mountainside. Peace is with you here. Of JHerry d\joli&ax$ GIFT TO YOURSELF Be selfish for a change. You know you would love to sail through tropical seas — visit flower- laden islands — meet interesting people. 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Arrives at the Riviera for the smart season, the Holy Land for Christmas, Cairo for a gala New Year's Eve, Japan for the plum- blossoms. 137 days, as low as $2000. A few select zooms still open. Mediterranean Cruises Empress "Cruisaders" capture the full romance and beauty of Mediterranean lands! Happy Madeira, mysterious Al giers, Venice, classic Athens. Extra fun of "first time" calls indies at Majorca and Corfu. 73 days, $900 up. Empress of Scot' cruises |anc[j from New York Feb. 3, Empress of France Feb. 13. Phone or write your local agent or K. S. Elworthy, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, III. Telephone Wabash 1901 Canadian Pacific World's Greatest Travel System Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Cheques- Good the World Over Ask also about 46 TI4E CHICAGOAN jteinway~ for those who sing with their hands THE immortal name of Steinway is not of this year but of all years. It brings to singing hands the inheritance of love, devo« tion and selMorgetfulness that inspired and prospered the untiring builder. It in« terprets human depths as no instrument. Tender are hands that caress its keys for they live in a world apart, far from the crowds ed street. Wouldn't you rather have a Steinway. lyonAHealy Wabash ^^Si0 at Jackson 4047 Milwaukee Ave. 4646 Sheridan Rd. 870 E. 63rd St. In OAK PARK: 123 Marion St. In EVANSTON: 615 Davis St. MU/ICAL NOTE/ The Symphony Takes Off By ROBERT POLLAK THE Chicago Symphony Orchestra got off to a whacking good start on its thirty-ninth season with a pro gram sturdily built of Beethoven, Brahms, Ravel and Wagner. The be ginning of the orchestral year always reveals a few strange faces at the desks. The most prominent substitution is that of Ennio Bolgnini for Alfred Wallen- stein. The new first cellist seems to be a musician of easy poise. He holds his section together with precision. He will be heard from as soloist within a few weeks. I can never hear the third Lenore overture without thinking of the Irish cop who told the off-stage trumpeter that "he couldn't blow that thing, there's a concert going on around here." But whatever constabulary ex ists back-stage at Orchestra Hall knows its Beethoven, and the trumpets came in with their usual accuracy. In the Brahms Second Symphony, however, one felt the real initiation of the festivi ties. Mr. Stock came home again to his beloved Brahms and contributed a superb reading. Unlike an average conductor, he reduced the third move ment to its correct dimensions, holding his band in a grip of iron. It was a triumph of delicacy and refinement, made more startling by contrast with the vivid and brilliant folk-coloring of the final movement. The regular klatchers held their first meeting in the foyer and then returned to listen to the Rhapsodie Espagnole of Ravel and the Bacchanale and Finale from the overture to Tannhauser. The Ravel is a fascinating composition, built upon a hardy framework of Spanish dance rhythms covered with exciting and sinuously woven harmonic tapes' tries. To Ravel has come a combined Jewish and Iberian heritage, for all his French nativity, that gives much of his music its specific hue and subtlety. The Tannhauser sounded uncannily brilliant and full, as if it had been scored by Wagner in his last years. Stock gave it extraordinary mass and vivacity. His strings seem to possess a better ensemble this year than ever before. I used to hear the bow of Jacques Gordon clutch at his fiddle a tiny fraction of a beat before the rest of the first violin section. But at this concert there was nothing but perfect unison. Galli-Curci A MORE than ordinarily gloomy , Sunday afternoon. At Orchestra Hall Galli-Curci packs them in. They even jam a good section of the stage. Rumor hath it that once this lady was an extraordinary coloratura. I don't know. It is hard to believe after listen' ing to a half hour of her program this cloudy October 20th. I have no quarrel with the technique or the repertoire of the average coloratura, although it makes no particular appeal to me. But this lady, assisted by a phenomenal reputation that persists by some per verse miracle, seems neither musical nor naturally endowed as a singer. She wanders about the pitch as if her voice had lost its way. Her tones have little warmth and less amplitude. What she sings is, for the most part, very dull music. But the house is jammed. Maybe I'm wrong. Georgia Kober AT the Playhouse a very nice, , friendly looking lady named Georgia Kober is playing the piano. Her Debussy is competent, if a little sloppy technically. Her Franck is pon' derous and correct. It appears that Henry Cowell, the elbow acrobat, has dedicated a couple of little things to La Kober. There is a gemutlich speech of explanation and the two pieces are heard. They prove how stupid our young radicals can be when they wish to write something naive. There is an' other little speech about a Miss Audrey Call, who has written Peristyles in the Moonlight for the pianists. And this TI4E CHICAGOAN 47 turns out to be an innocuous nocturne. The atmosphere is just a wee bit too friendly, so we walk over to hear Lee Pattison. Pattison, spruce and dapper as usual, sits at a Steinway. He is playing Told in the Hills, a suite of his own. He knows the piano with his own peculiar type of facility and charm. His rhythms are sharp, his nuances boldly contrasted, his playing is always facile and pleasant. The compositions are pleasant, too. They sound like what MacDowell would have sounded like if he were living today. Pattison finishes with his own particular brand of Chopin, dramatic but in miniature. The C sharp minor Scherbo is neat and bold and a million miles from any maudlin sentiment. But I leave with a vague feeling that something vital is missing from my net impression of Pat tison and his concert. Could it have been Maier? Downtown Chicago Barbecue THE Afric corner at Wabash and 43 rd wears a barbecue stand on its dingy bosom. A dime buys an astonishing portion of barbecue meat, and fragrant meat it is, even though handed across the counter wrapped in newspaper. Signs on the wall advise the diner that pigs' ears retail for ten cents. A snout is bargained for 15. Beyond that, a well curbed imagination is not likely to wander. A square oven dominates the center of the shack. The lower part is a bed of deep, authentic coals — none of your electric improvements. The top is a huge roasting pan for African delicates. Every once in a while the presiding chef takes a wand with an oil dipped rag on the end of it and conjures over the victuals by swabbing them. A waitress volunteered that her mother is chief cook. It little matters who does the table work, she continues, the prod uct is the drawing card. Questions as to the nature and com position of the peppery sauce which makes barbecue meat more than ravish ing drew a wary eye. Pointedly, the waitress inquired if we might be start ing a joint. This we denied. The sauce, she said, was made of various things, all elaborately vague. Only it's not sauce. It's simply "hot stuff." At this point the mother and chef looked sharply at us. The daughter and waitress offered no more information. — o. R. CLOTH E S Men of exacting preferences in the matter of dress readily concede the supremacy of the styles and superi ority of the woolens. 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Weighs 3 ounces. Costs 0 (with Mazda bulb). At department stores, gift, book and specialty shops. Mel- odelite Corporation, 130 West 42nd St., New York City. BOOK/ The Literary Forecasts By SUSAN WILBUR BOTH of the literary forecasts for 1930 are out this week. Morrow's Almanac^, philommed this time by Thayer Hobson instead of by Burton Rascoe and the New American Cara* van with the same board of editors as the old ones, except for Van Wyck Brooks who has now stepped up from the title page to the dedication. It is almost equally surprising that it should be the third year of one and only the third year of the other. For on the one hand one might so easily have got sick of Alamanacks, while on the other it seems almost incredible, when you come to think how many- hundreds of years it takes a London pickle manufacturer, or maker of wed ding cakes to establish a reputation, that the Caravan should have in two sea sons firmly established itself as an authority on literary futures. Have become, in fact, by reason of its hos pitality to hitherto unknown or little known authors, a sort of who is going to be who. And by reason of the ad vanced fashions in literature it is will ing to accept even from known authors, a sort of what is going to be what. And as a prediction of what is going to be what, the lead story, Yor\ Beach by Jean Toomer has an edge all its own. Reminds one in fact of that newer younger generation that one keeps hearing about. And indeed meets occasionally. She was sixteen and didn't smoke, drink, diet, or, I think, pet, for when you don't diet you aren't so likely to pet, and she seemed quite willing to let her mother drive the car. But all the same she talked as if she knew her way about pretty well. And that is the way with Tor\ Beach. You would know by reading a page of it that a man named James Joyce had written a book called Ulysses. But you would never guess that there had been sex or anything in it. It is only a question of where a young man shall spend his August holiday, and he de cides to spend it in a hotel at York Beach, Maine. But it is all made very serious and upstanding. So much so that future generations may scent in it the intellectual frolics of the school at Fontainebleau, even as in Greek litera ture you can scent out the Eleusinian mysteries though in the nature of things it couldn't put them down in black and white. The other characteristic of Tor\ Beach, that of not bothering to find a reason or even an excuse for ending a story, but contenting oneself with a pretext, is also characteristic of other stories in the Caravan. Of Pearl An- delson Sherry's Intact, which is a sim ply harrowing picture of a dune day from sunrise until somebody appears with a rucksack and interrupts it. And of William Rollins, Jr.'s The Obelis\, though with the Obelis\ there would seem to be reason in the pretext: It's a novel and Mr. Rollins hasn't finished it yet. The Way of Echen" A CENTURY or two ago a book ¦ was written in England which was at that time considered by the then Vice Society to be prejudicial to Brit ish morals. They thought of prosecut ing. But instead, having heard that one Mr. Sumner over in New York would take this course a century or two later with Jurgen and that it would only make Mr. Cabell go on writing the more fastly and furiously in this vein, in fact giving up the Rivet in Grandfather's 7-{ec\ sort of thing en tirely, they decided to try what combin ing a threat with a pension would do. To all intents and purposes it worked very well. Though of course you can't be sure that after a bit the author THE CHICAGOAN 49 might not have given up of his own free will. Which is what James Branch Cabell is now celebrating his fiftieth birthday by doing. His new novel, The "Way of Echen, fills only a little more than half its volume, and the rest is given over to a series of essays in renunciation. The first of these tells how there were to have been ten novels about the Witch Woman, and how now there will to all time be only three. Another remarks that a new book by Mr. Kipling, Mr. Shaw, Mr. Bennett, or Mr. Wells is nowa days an "event which at bottom we de plore." And still others tell of how naughty boys got away with about the same amount of naughtiness under Victoria as they do now, and of how his own generation of writers will probably perish utterly because it tore down instead of tearing down and then building up again. The Way of Echen itself runs true to form, combin ing with a proper allowance of Jur- genian symbolism, a dramatic version of Villon's ballad of dead ladies, whereto is added a lady who does not die. Not that it profits the hero par ticularly, since he does. Something to Read The Straw Lamb, by Thomas Smith. (Cos mopolitan Book Corporation.) Advice to Topper enthusiasts: Get Topper out and read it over again. This new one isn't quite so funny. Furthermore the booze is getting worse, you never know when you go to sleep whether you will wake up a horse or a goldfish, and be sides it may shock you. Sketch of a Sinner, by Frank Swinner- ton. (Doubleday Doran and Co.) Not a heavy literary achievement, and yet, as the title suggests, a profoundly moral one. If a girl in her twenties who hates dust is married to an antique dealer in his fifties who simply eats it, is it really her fault if two other men fall in love with her? Perhaps not, says Mr. Swin- nerton, but the retribution is likely to be just as complete as if it were. Apart from the moral, however, this Lydia is like other ladies by Mr. Swinnerton an extremely clever portrait, characterized complete from her mackintosh to her line of talk. Stranger Fidelities, by Mathilde Fiker. (Doubleday Doran and Co.) The story of how a young French wife fell in love with a young American army officer and remained faithful to him forever, while never failing to do the right thing by her second husband, an older American army officer. A contrast of the American view of marriage with the French view, which might not be perfectly clear even if the problem were not so addled by the war in France and the devastation caused by handsome movie actors in America. The Biography of H. R. H. The Prince Jt i(*C PEARL inlV SHOP FASH ION JEWELERS AT ELEVEN EAST WASHINGTON CH ICAGO Anticipating a brilliant season, we oiler a lavisk collection oi lasmon jewelry ana evening bags, unrivalled for Beauty, Style and Smartness. COSTUME « JEWELRY « OF « THE * BETTER « CLASS AN interpretation of Art Moderne in burnished black and •*- *- chromium nickel by Norman Bel Geddes. 11 pieces. Two types of beds are shown. Complete with plain end beds, $1015; with compartment end beds, $1115. 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They do not, however, miss such stories as come their way, particu- larly from the days of "David's" in' fancy, as when his grandfather, King Ed- ward, was sick in bed and the young prince began looking around, so to speak, for the baby, or when the Czar of Russia came to visit, and his young cousin de cided that properly managed he might be made to stand treat at the school tuck shop. And court etiquette or no court etiquette, they do somehow show us the course of character development from boy to man in an attractive personality whose every decision has been made by experts and whose own business is to live up to all such decisions at a moment's notice. Kept Woman, by Vina Delmar. (Har- court, Brace.) As successor to Bad Girl and Loose Ladies, Kept Woman would seem to indicate that if Vina Delmar should ever lose her job as a novelist, she would have no difficulty in getting one as a lexicographer specializing in synonyms. Incidentally the book itself deals with a true to form Delmar heroine, so dumb that she thinks the anvil in that Scotch story is some sort of hammer, — but possessed nonetheless of a heart of gold. Cora, by Ruth Suckow. (Alfred A. Knopf.) Ruth Suckow's new novel also turns out to have a Delmar heroine, a successful business woman momentarily incapacitated by love and not very lucky in it. However, there are a number of good genre scenes in proper Ruth Suckow style before she gets that way. The Methodist Faun, by Anne Parrish. (Harper and Brothers.) An artistic tem- perament and a Methodist conscience try to keep house together in the breast of the town photographer's son and the result is entertainment in the manner of the Perennial Bachelor. That is, up to the point where you expect Clifford to snap out of it, and he doesn't. Tu Fu: The Autobiography of a Chinese Poet A. D. 712-770. Arranged from his poems and translated by Florence Ays- cough. I:A.D. 712-759. (Houghton Mif flin Company.) Wherein Miss Ayscough, formerly collaborator with Amy Lowell, forces an unsuspecting eighth century Chinese poet to write his own autobiog raphy. Which he does surprisingly well. For whatever happened to him, he appears to have made a pcem of it, putting in the actual facts, subjective and otherwise. And he had such a life as few poets could have and still remain poets, for whereas his youth contained nothing more excit ing than travels and friendships and re peated failures to pass the examinations which he more or less had to pass if he was ever going to get a job, his middle life was adventure with a capital A, con taining all the ingredients from flight before the Tartar tribesmen to a position at court, that of Censor — which he lost by being too conscientious. The only thing that he doesn't celebrate seems to be his courtship and marriage. And yet you know he had a wife because you find him worrying about her and the children at the time of the invasion. Chinese poetry is no joke to translate, but Miss Ayscough has an excellent system, and the text as supplemented by her running commentary makes a book which no enthusiast for biography need be afraid to tackle. Barrie: The Story of a Genius, by J. . Hammerfon. With Illustrations. (Dodd Mead and Co.) This is a biography which reminds one of a man weeding a garden and trying very hard to pull up the right things, all the right things that is, and nothing but the right things. The things that have to be pulled up include two varieties in particular: what idle para- graphers have said about Barrie, and the anecdotes that Barrie has told about him self. The result is a narrative in parallel column, with the Barrie myth, which is incidentally a myth worthy of a great humorist, on one side and the facts of the matter on the other. Hans Frost, by Hugh Walpole. (Double- day, Doran and Company.) The third and last love affair of Hans Frost, emi nent British noveltist, together with the other consequences of his illustrious seventieth birthday. Tradition and Hugh Walpole, by Clem- ence Dane. (Doubleday, Doran and Co.) A book which shows where Hugh Walpole fits into the British tradition and what he has added to it. By an author who is not only a novelist herself, but quite evidently also the world's prize reader of other people's novels. Marlborough: The Portrait of a Conqueror, by Donald Barr Chidsey. (The John Day Company.) A book which will surprise anyone who cherishes large ideas of Marlborough's heroism as the result of seeing "Marlbro se va t'en guerre" performed by the Chauve Souris. For apparently it was over the body of his sister that Jack Clifford got to court at all, and thereafter got his military start because the king thought he looked well in uniform. Later on, he won vic tories, but not so much for the purpose of ending whatever war he was engaged on as to make the folks at home content to let the fighting continue. All this less because he liked fighting than because he was able to take so excellent a percentage of the costs. TUE CHICAGOAN 51 The Unlit Lamp, by Radclyffe Hall. (Jonathan Cape and Harrison Smith.) The adventitious publicity attaching to "The Well of Loneliness" has obscured the fact that Miss Hall had already an in' ternational reputation as a novelist long before that book was published. "The Unlit Lamp" is her first novel, now is sued in America for the first time. It is a fresh and convincing handling of the theme — by no means a novel one — of the dominant mother who so vampirizes her daughter that adjustment to life is impossible. Joan Ogden, talented and vivacious, is yet not strong enough to break away from this maternal bond, loses her chance to become independent, funv bles her chance of marriage — and at the last is left to face the consequences. Everyman's Psychology, by Sir John Adams. (Doubleday, Doran i§ Co.) $2.50. Sir John Adams — described as "England's leading educator" and a visit' ing lecturer in psychology at Harvard — tells us a great many things but comes to few conclusions — which indicates that his book is an accurate reflection of con- temporary psychology. Urban Phenomena Tugs PIERCING the normal hum of city life, the siren of the fire tug is familiar to every Chicago dweller. If he be in the Loop, on the North Side, or Northwest (as far as the river is navigable) he hears the Graeme Stew art; on the South Side, the Joseph Wle< dill; or Southwest, the Illinois. The Illinois, described in the records of the Chicago Fire Department as Engine Company No. 41, Senior Cap tain Farrell in command, has as its permanent quarters the foot of the South Racine Avenue Bridge, a frac tion south of 22nd Street, near the main plant of the Commonwealth Edi son Company. Built in South Chicago, in the old shipyards, in the early eighties and put in city service in 1883, the veteran of the department controls the southwest lumber district where lumber yards, box factories and furni ture manufacturing plants share the river banks with tar and paint works, linseed elevators and the McCormick Harvester Company. The Illinois is manned by a permanent crew of four teen, working in alternate shifts of twenty-four hours each so that at all times there are seven men at hand and ready for action, a captain, an engi neer, two stokers, and three pipemen, all of whom are housed in the new bungalow type of land quarters on the river bank, boasted to be the finest quarters in the city. At fires the tug and crew are supplemented by a high Restaurant in fine Chicago hotel makes interesting explanation A prominent hotel man once remarked to me that food, as served in their restaurants, is their best advertising. The other day, the manager of Hotel Shore- land (one of America's finest residential hotels) made an addition to this statement. "With us," he said, "catering to a select residential clientele such as is found in but few hotels, our patrons are really dining at home when in the Shoreland restaurant. So, for 36? days in the year and for 3 meals each day, our food must please our guests — our specialties must offer new ap petite temptation, new surprises — or we lose not only our restaurant volume but a most desirable clientele as well. We can not afford to lose leases through faults in our cuisine. Possibly it is the extra effort we know we must make in this and other branches of our service that has brought about a practically filled hotel. And cer tainly this accounts for our remarkable public luncheon and dinner patronage. It is probably our own good fortune that from dinner music to the last detail in service we are forced to outdo ourselves, always." Give your porty where, added to your own inge nuity and cleverness, is o most expert catering staff eager to help make your party a triumphant success. Here, too is prestige — a Continental cuisine — and party rooms for 5 or 500 guests — each an ideal set ting. Parties that are right — and cost no more! 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Built in Manitowoc, Wisconsin, in the ship- yards patronised by the Goodrich steamers, they were brought to Chicago during the administration of the Fire Department by the first Chief Horan and were in service six months before they were finally accepted by the city fathers. The recorded test of the Joseph Medill at the time by the Common wealth Edison Company is a matter of departmental and public pride, the boat having worked its nine lengths of lYi inch hose and two stand pipes (the technical name for the midship turret guns which shoot water) for two and one half hours. Each is run by a combination of steam and electricity, with two Scotch Marine steam boilers. Land quarters for both have been given over, the crew having lived on board the boat for the last two years. Each tug has a bunk room with eight bunks and a shower; each, a kitchen equipped with an elec tric stove, electric refrigerator, a table, chairs. Known professionally as Engine Company No. 37, the Graeme Stewart, commanded by Senior Captain John McClevey, is stationed in the Chicago river at Franklin Street and Wacker Drive, except for the three summer months during which it lies off Navy Pier. Its hose cart (analogous to the high pressure cart of the Illinois) runs out of Truck No. 17, the fire house on Lake Street between Jefferson and Des- plaines. Number 37 serves the district North and Northwest from 16th Street, along the river and along the break waters. Whenever necessary it goes to the assistance or relief of the Illinois. Engine Company No. 58 designates the Joseph Medill, Senior Captain James Hallahan commanding. Sta tioned at the foot of the 92nd Street Bridge, in the Calumet river, it con trols South Chicago, the big steel mill and grain elevator district. With twenty-five plugs, its high pressure sys tem combs the section from Harbor Avenue east to Exchange, and from 95th Street north to 89th, the high pressure cart running out of Engine Company No. 46's house on Houston Avenue and 93 rd Street. • — MARY HOLOUBEK. The one absolutely cer tain guarantee of the best theatre seats on the best theatrical aisles is the or der of those seats through Couthoui Branches at all Leading Hotels and Clubs "T^ID you know that Chicago ¦*-"' teams hold two of the cherished National Champion ships in Indoor Polo and that the new season is just getting underway? nPHE one best place to read A the stirring matches that are in store this winter for all lovers of real sport is POLO "Magazine of the Game9' Quigley Publishing Company 407 S. Dearborn Street, Chicago POLO is obtainable by subscription only at the following rates: $5 for one year; $8.00 for two years; $10.00 for three years. And in the Next CHICAQOAN- Chicagoans Abroad Who They Are — What They Do and Say — How to Know Them BY ARTHUR MEEKER, JR. "Chicago's Decadent Young Man'' (page 9, this issue) classifies Chicagoans abroad as Perma nents and Transients — adroitly eluding both distinctions— and footlights them for home folks in the clever candor of his all but Continental prose. An Excerpt: "Emma, I wouldn't touch any of that pastry, if I was you, it lays on the stomach like lead — They havn't any kind of fancy salads like you get at Wood's— Well, I certainly haff to laff, Father and I went out to Versailles, like you said, and we walked through what seemed hun dreds and hundreds of rooms, marble and gilt till it'd make you tired, but not a sign of a bath-tub -Well, I certainly haff to laff. If that's your idea of comfort,' I said, give me the bridal suite at the Hotel Sherman,' I said — It lays on the stomach like lead— And, my dear, they give us a couple of rooms with a paper frill in the fireplace right overlooking the Grand Canal, and in the morning the child's legs wen that speckled with mosquito bites you'd of thought they was measles — No, sir, I ben to the Louvre once, and there wasn't a thing I haven't seen a heap of times right in our own little Art Institute— It lays on the stomach like lead—" AN ANCIENT PREJUDICE HAS BEEN REMOVED 1929, The American Tobacco Co.. Manufacturers "TOASTING DID IT"- Gone is that ancient prejudice against cigarettes — Progress has been made. We removed the preju dice against cigarettes when we removed from the tobaccos harmful corrosive ACRIDS {pungent irritants) present in cigarettes manufactured in the old-fashioned way. Thus "TOASTING" has destroyed that ancient prejudice against cigarette smoking by men and by women. It's toasted No Throat Irritation-No Cough.