vember 2 3.- 1929 1 III' 1 I 1 1 i m*1! 8 I iiii 1 1 '!¦! I IB ¦ * * B SB 1 1 ( * i "II i I I I 1 I I i "J: « m ¦ • ¦ B ¦ Iff"* " | |1 " f II i^» This White Russian ermine wrap trimmed in Hudson Bay Seal is unusually smart. We are also showing at this time a complete selection of unusual beauti' ful evening dresses and wraps for the Opera Season. Nelle Diamond, 650 UPPER M1CHIQAN BOULEUARD at ERIE INC. TWECUICAGOAN 1 JADE... . ..apple green or im perial jade . . .an ex otic note of contrast that gives scintillating life to your color scheme. An unusual collec tion of fine pieces is now being shown. FIRST FLOOR SOUTH, WABASH '4 xN MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY THE CHICAGOAN STAGE Musical Comedy SHOW BOAT— Illinois, 6? East Jackson. The big show with the phenomenal run goes whooping along toward Christmas. It is large, lavish, colorful and tuneful to the best score before the Town. It is, however, disjointed in sequence and overplayed in part. This last by way of tempering praise which has all along been too glowing. See it. Curtain 8:1 5. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. HEW MOON— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. A musical com' edy in the stately and musical manner of Schwab and Mandel with 100 voices and especially the singing of Charlotte Lans ing, Walter Huston and Roscoe Ails. It's a good evening. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. BROADWAY NIGHTS— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. Texas Guinan yodels before and behind the curtain for a vocalization of Broadway life as it is deplored in rural Georgia. You ^ either like it or you don't, and there's no way of telling. Might give it a try. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. BLACKBIRDS— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A musical revue pre senting Adelaide Hall and recommended by a two-year run in New York. To be reviewed. Drama THE LOVE DUEL-Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. Ethel Barry- more in a favorite to be reviewed. Cur tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. No Sunday performance. THE AGE OF INNOCENCE— Selwyn, 180 North Dearborn. Central 3404. Kathrine Cornell brings this vehicle for an extended run. To be reviewed. Cur tain 8:30. Sat. and Thursday 2:30. DIRTY HANDS— Cort, 132 North Dear born. Central 0019. Margaret Gateson and Richard Tabor in a play new to the Town and also to be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat and Wed 2:30. COURAGE— Four Cohans, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. Janet Beecher in a Tom Barry comedy, also to be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ— Sel wyn, 180 North Dearborn. Central 3404. The Junior League Children's Theatre present a great deal of fun for children at 10:30 each Saturday morn ing until December 28. Bring 'em along. THE FIRST MRS. ERASER— Princess, 319 South Clark. Central 8240. St. John Irvine's London hit admirably put on the boards by the Dramatic League of Chicago. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Uptown, by Sandor Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Dine and Dance 4 Editorially 7 Opera in Wacker Drive, by Robert Pollak 9 Overtones, by John C. Emery 10 Wicked Old Chicago, by Paul T. Gilbert , 11 Wood Engravings, by Nat Karson....l2-13 Thanksgiving in LaSalle Street, by J. H. E. Clark 14 CHICAGOANS Abroad, by Arthur Meeker, Jr '. 15 A Letter for Mr. Meeker, by Ethel C. Reid 16 Evanston, Illinois, by Gonfal 17 Social Disaster, by Clayton Rawson.... 18 Town Talk 19 Business Crises, by J. H. E. C 20 The College Shop 21 Rio Rita, by N. K 22 November 4, 1929, by A. R. Katz.... 24-25 James Keeley — Lord of the Fourth Estate, by Romola Voynow 26 The Stage, by Charles Collins 32 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 34 Home Suite Home, by Ruth G. Bergman 36 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak 38 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 40 Books, by Susan Wilbur 42 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 44 THE MASK AND THE FACE— Good man Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. A modern and satirical comedy nicely done and revived from last year. Nice enough. Curtain 8:30. Matinee Friday only. No Sunday per formance. MAJOR BARBARA— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Bernard Shaw's comedy called a bore by Charles Collins in this issue and that goes' for us too. STRANGE INTERLUDE— The same place and by the Theatre Guild Company. Begins November 23. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. To be reviewed. HOMICIDE— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Sorry producers won't arrange openings nearer to press dates. William Hodge and this one will have its review later. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. BROTHERS— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2464. Bert Lytell is a good old- fashioned melodrama which brings cheers and dreads alternately. Reviewed at some length in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. THE ]ADE GOD— Playhouse, 410 South Michigan. Harrison 2300. A thriller so long in theatre that it seems to be getting to be a habit. Good of its kind. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. HAMLET— Civic Theatre, Wacker Drive at Washington. Franklin 5440. Fritz Leiber with his Shakespearian troupe bring the Bard to Chicago. To be re viewed. And to be supplanted by vari ous other Shakespearian scripts all sea son. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. MUSIC CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— Open with a splendid fanfare for its 19th year in the new Opera Building. Every night, Sunday excepted; matinee Saturday and Sunday. Saturday night, popular prices. The season is from November 4 to Feb ruary 1. CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA — The 39th year at Orchestra Hall un der the direction of Frederick 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. FOOTBALL November 16: Illinois-Chicago, Champaign; Minnesota-Michigan, Minneapolis; Notre Dame-Southern California, Chicago (in» [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. 5 — Nov. 23, 1929. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. THE CHICAGOAN 3 CLOSE-UPS Fashions picked at random from a select luncheon at Ciro's A green silk crepe Dress with very sophisticated lines — quaint bow in back and little puritan ical collars and cuffs which give it an old-fashioned, new-fash ioned air. Ensemble completed with green tulle hat and green kid slippers. A charming lame Gown, rich in red and gold tones distinguished itself by its long, graceful lines- worn with black velvet hat and black slippers. Two diverting little Hats were outstanding — one a broadcloth Beret with galyak and Scarf to match. Another "open countenance" model in felt — trimmed with a strip of shirring. Two extremely smart pairs of Pumps appeared from beneath a table— one of pleated crepe— the other of crepe and satin with very tiny gold and silver piping to outline a discreet design. Accessories in general were particularly ef fective — evidently were chosen at same time as Gowns. Just learned that all of these Fashions came from CHAS -A- STEVENS ¦ & ¦ BROS 4 TUt CHICAGOAN '^£/£*4<U)*i^ ner drive for southbound traffic, outer drive for northbound traffic); Ohio State- Kenyon, Columbus; Purdue-Iowa, Lafay ette; Yale-Princeton, New Haven; North western-Indiana, Evanston. November 23 : Chicago-Washington, Chi cago; Harvard-Yale, Cambridge; Michi- gan-iowa, Ann Arbor; Minnesota-Wis consin, Minneapolis; Northwestern-Notre Dame, Evanston; Ohio State-Illinois, Co lumbus. Thanksgiving: Notre Dame-Army, New York; Navy-Dartmouth, Philadelphia. 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 GREEK MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Largest of the North- side carbarets, late and merry with a fair crowd and elaborate entertainment. Verne Buck's band. Ralph Burke is headwaiter. BELMOHT 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. Louis Steffins is headwaiter. VANITT 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. Everv night informal, hysterical, hey-hey and [listings begin on page 2] cheap. John Dodd's band. Johnnie Makelev is headwaiter. L'AIGLOH— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A French parlor handsomely served, furnished with private dining rooms, a fair band and generally a swell idea. Mons. Teddy oversees. JIM IRELAND'S OTSTER 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. JULIEK'S— 109 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. A conservatory given to nightly demon strations of frog legs and scallops tre mendously 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. RICKETTS— 2121 N. Clark. A steak and sandwich emporium open late and laud ably for a night crowd. THE RED STAR INN— 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. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michi gan. Also more to feminine than to masculine taste, but a show place and deservingly such. Downtown BLACKSTOKE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Long a touch stone of boulevard civilization, the Black- stone continues in its unquestionable prestige. Margraff's orchestra. No danc ing. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— ISO S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous establish ment and very lively indeed on big foot ball evenings, the Stevens is nicely gauged 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 chief servitor. Khmara is master of cere monies. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Always a notable night place, Bal Tabarin 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 obliges with the following: "One of Chicago's traditions and still the most popular room in Town. Lloyd Huntley's orchestra and a good floor show. Ethel Barrymore likes it. Samuel G. Blythe likes it. Irene Bordoni likes it. Will Rogers likes it. You'll like it!" ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH 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, LaSalle 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—H 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 LOUISIAHE— 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. THE CHICAGOAN 5 A RARE rO/JUA O M TO CHERI/H THROUGH THE YEAR/ / / / W St lift Hi! lit* I ¦ Inl % 1 The glory of a thousand sunsets has been captured in the iridescent depths of this single Tecla pearl. Only a true Oriental could match its everlasting loveliness. Yet the price of this Tecla gem, even with its exquisitely fashioned platinum setting, is infinitesimal compared with the cost of the ocean variety. We shall be glad to have you examine the newest creations of our Paris laboratories whether you wish to purchase immediately or not. Only gold, platinum and genuine diamonds used in Tecla settings • Tecla Pearls, Sapphires, Rubies and Emeralds in individual mountings for rings, bracelets, studs and earrings • Tecla Pearl Necklaces from $25 up wvc/a 22 S. Michigan Avenue, Chicago 398 Fifth Avenue, New York City | PARIS LONDON BERLIN TWE CHICAGOAN THE SALON OF WOLOCK & BAUER 1 he new Oliver Silhouette ... in an exc|uisite Salon Evening Sandal oi ^\Vhite or Black Moire ... or tinted any shade you may £>reier. lo o t w e a r la snions tor the vJ p e p a ror tne glamorous occasions oi the early winter . . . the Oj^era, tne Balls and tne Ben efits . . . tne Salon presents one oi tne smartest collections in its lashionable ca reer, r ormal Footwear and accompanying Accessories . . . Orip- o inals significant oi tne oalon ana tiie season. UJOLOCK&BAUeR MICHIGAN AVeNUe o M A D I X O N THE recent series of marine disas ters along our coast-line calls for a comprehensive investigation of Great Lakes shipping from every point of view. Three founderings in a week, with a shocking loss of life, can not be dismissed as acts of God; they suggest, with poignant emphasis, the carelessness of Man. This lake of ours is so bland in fair weather that it can be navigated with comparative safety by skiffs, canoes, sea-sleds, Evinrudes, praus, catamarans, coracles and chil dren's model yachts. But in storm it kicks up a broken and battering sea that is ravenous for the bones of chips. Its sudden furies are more perilous, because of chaotic wave- action and the lack of sea-room, than the gales of the North Atlantic. And yet it is sailed, for the most part, by ancient hulks that are groaning for berths in the junk-yards. They seem to be navigated on the theory that they have worn out everything but their luck. A bitter reckoning came; only a few hours of Lake Michigan's savagery were needed to prove that the Andaste, sand-carrier; the Milwaukee, car ferry; and the Wisconsin, passenger ship and freighter, we're no more seaworthy than egg-crates. The details of these founderings hint at negligence of seamanship as well as recklessness of ownership. The Andaste apparently had no radio. The Milwaukee's cargo shifted as she reeled under the buffeting; the Wisconsin, with these two trag edies and weather bureau reports to warn her, left port in the teeth of a storm that was higher in wind velocity than the first, and when it radioed for assistance it called only a sister ship, no doubt to escape salvage claims. There is an ugly little incidental story floating about, which says that a sea-going tug started out from Kenosha to aid the Wisconsin, and then turned a cowardly tail to the storm. But if these volunteers were unworthy of the tradition of the sea, the coast guard service wrote another chapter in the annals of its gallantry. More than one hundred people have perished in four sinkings. The investigations to follow should extend farther than the facts and responsibilities in each case. They should cover the technology and economics of Great Lakes shipping as a whole. ? EVERYTHING considered, the sudden transforma- of the stock market from the Tree of Heaven to the Bottomless Pit was accepted gamely by the myriad sufferers in the debacle. There was no whining and tear ing of hair. We took it like a nation of sportsmen. Bon mots of speculators who were trying to laugh it off flew about LaSalle Street as fast as margin calls. "If you play with it, you've got to take it," said one tem porarily ruined tape-reader. "I hear they're building a wailing wall in the Hotel Sherman lobby," observed an other. "Bye-bye, blackboard!" an amateur trader muttered as he fled from his broker's office. "Now for a quiet life among my books." Editorially To an ironist, it was interesting to , note that after President Hoover an nounced that the country was still in a hale and hearty business condition, the ticker continued to behave like a report of Napoleon's retreat from Moscow. But when Rockefellar issued the consoling message that he was buying, everyone began to shop busily for bargains. In such an emergency, the word of political authority had less power than the deed of financial acquisitiveness. There were white plumes shining everywhere amid the panic; and the banking powers of New York formed an unbreakable square like the Iron Duke's grenadiers at Waterloo. To two citizens in particular, The Chica goan awards the golden spurs of knighthood for deeds on that stricken field. They are Julius Rosenwald and Samuel Insull, who proved the brotherhood of Man and the social responsibility of modern capital by taking care of impaired margin accounts for their many employes. ? THE final stroke in the fulfillment of a magnificent dream did not come when Samuel Insull arrived at the opening of the Civic Opera House as a simple private citizen, eager to enjoy the show with the rest of Chicago. Nor when Polacco waved his baton to start the overture to Aida. It came rather, when Bath House John, a widely ac cepted symbol of Chicago's uncouth, uncultured ways, arose from his aldermanic chair in the city council and called like an artist for the erasure of a striking blemish in the operatic picture. He moved that the city shall take immediate steps to secure the removal of the unsightly, unused elevated road "stub" tracks on the opera plaza; and it was so voted. That structure should have come down years ago. But, as has been frequently remarked, Mr. Insull is an excellent business man. On the other hand, Bath House John has occasionally shown symptoms of the soul of a poet. ? CHARLIE WACKER is dead, but his soul goes marching on. He was Chicago's best friend, and generations yet unborn will praise his memory and enjoy his work. With high imagination and undaunted hope he strove, as leader of the Chicago Plan Commission, to bring beauty here. He deserves the epitaph of Sir Christopher Wren : St monumentum requiris, circumspice. ? WHEN Lillian Foster, an American actress in Lon don, publicly slapped the face of Hannen Swaf- fer, Ameriphobe dramatic critic, she raised a point of manners which we could not answer until we had referred to the writings of Him Who Got Slapped. Having studied some of his screeds, we have an idea that Miss Foster performed a notable service to journalism. We suggest that she be awarded the Croix de Guerre — with two palms. 8 THE- O-IICAGOAN '' ¦'&¦'¦:% f ¦% I >t ,> .. .j;'\.,. ~ \f n&'- GIFTS . . . ¦¦"V Ouperb gilts, gracious gilts, exquisite trifles, gathered from tne distant corners of tne Old YV orld, are here at Salts ~ Fifth Avenue Ior your fastidious choosing. SAKS- FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO NEW YORK TI4EO-IICAGOAN 9 Opera in Wacker Drive A Critical Survey of the Civic 0{>era Plant and Equipment IN the green-room of the new Civic Opera house Giorgio Polacco, musical director of the organization, rests between acts. He has put in a strenuous hour guid- y ing certain veteran principals Lf and choristers through the fa- mf miliar score of Aida. The in- / formal reception committee ' standing around knows that the opening has been a huge social success. They have seen the crowds milling around the gates and flashlights exploding by the score as Fields, Meekers, Carpen ters and Rosenwalds fought their way through to the foyer. They have By ROBERT POLLAK observed newspaper females with pen cils poised upon paper scurrying in the wake of impressive dowagers. They have witnessed a glittering array of feminine haberdashery purchased with the paper profits of the late-lamented bull market. They are certain that the first Tuesday after the first Monday in this particular November the columns of the local newspapers will be jammed with accounts of the historic occasion, accounts including a symposium of the best names in Chicago society together with an inventory of gems and frocks staggering to the imagination of any plain, God-fearing musician. For this little reception committee standing about Maestro Polacco is silly fi enough to want to know what kind of place the new Civic opera is for people who want to hear music. The Byzantine splendor of the opening has knocked them for a goal. They have temporari ly forgotten what acoustics and visibility are. They are still so flabbergasted by the rout in the foyer that they are not quite certain whether they have heard the first act of Manon or Pag- liacci. To be sure there was music in the air and figures upon a stage. but both have seemed very inci dental. The maestro, with his custom- 10 TME CHICAGOAN ary sanity, brings the little group back to what was once known as normalcy. "Did you hear that orchestra?" he asks. "It has a beat that carries to every corner. The beat, the pulse, it was there with all its dignity and majesty. The brasses, firm and strong, cut off sharp with no mean little echoes. That, my friends, is a theatre for music." And, of course, since he is probably the most convincing man in Chicago, you believe him immediately. Mem bers of the committee hurry back to listen to Aida. This time you brush away the thought of the antics of an opening and listen hard. You listen to see whether the theatre of the Civic Opera is acoustically as miraculous as Sullivan and Adler's old Auditourm. You lis ten from the last row of the second balcony, from a seat in the pit, and, through an amplifier, from the dim abode of the radio broadcaster way up on the ceiling. It dawns upon you gradually that Polacco had listened, too, from all these spots and that he knows what he is talking about. He has ar ranged every man in the orchestra pit at that specific level calculated to give his band the best cumulative effect. The sounding board of wood and plas ter at the base of the stage sends the tone of the orchestra back into the the atre with sonority and brilliance. The horns, in tutti passages, speak with rich mellowness. Strings, brass, and wood winds, break into stillness on the down beat as if they were cut out of exis tence by a- knife. The theatre meets, with equal success, the subtle demands of the human voice. The most dulcet tones of soprano or tenor carry clearly and without echo to the last and most lofty seat in the house. THE fuss attendant upofi the build ing of the new Metropolitan Opera house is said to have been caused by a quarrel between Otto Kahn and Joseph Urban. It appears that Kahn, nervous about the social preroga tives of a set he has never quite be longed to, had his own ideas about an arrangement of the diamond horse-shoe. They interfered with M. Urban's no tion of how a theatre should be built so that the stage of the opera could be seen and the music of the opera heard with maximum pleasure. It is to Mr. Insull 's everlasting glory that no such issue was raised when the new Civic Opera was erected. The number of boxes has been cut from fifty-six to thirty-one. All side boxes, all the draughty and intricate halls of the old Auditorium have been eliminated. The lateral walls of the theatre converge upon the stage in an unbroken line and hold it in close embrace. Every architectural line leads to the stage and every sound from the pit is delivered directly to the listener. This pit is worthy of separate men tion. It is equipped for an orchestra of over a hundred pieces. A compli cated system of telephones, buzzers and signals allows the conductor to communicate his wishes visibly to mem bers of the stage staff back of the cur tain while the performance is going on. Microphone outlets in the pit and on the stage provide for the broadcasting of the opera. A time-beater, which operates from a keyboard of four keys controlling four back-stage lights, is used to transmit the beat of the conduc tor to the chorus or stage band for off-stage requirements. Behind the grill on the right side of the prosce nium arch a complete organ ensemble has been installed. The grill on the opposite side hides a loft for a small chorus. DETAILS may be more wearying than impressive. You may have run across them before in skilfully planted publicity of the Civic Opera. They nevertheless point brightly to one encouraging conclusion. The opera crowd has spared no pains to make the new theatre a place where modern stage production can be seen at its best and where the music of voices and instru ments may ascend pleasantly. The splendors of interior decoration and the provisions for the nightly consortium of the Gold Coaster have, I am convinced, figured secondarily in the planning and scheming for the opera's new home. That the institution has a long way to go yet is patent. Its repertoire is still sprinkled with dodoes. Its job of edu cating a public and keeping itself finan cially alive at the same time will be a long one and tough one. Its roster of principals is probably as good as Mr. Insull can ever afford to let it be, and that means about as good, by and large, as anywhere in the world. Its conductorial staff has never been better than this year. Its raise 'en- scene has never been much good at all. But look, they are doing Falstaff and the Twilight of the Gods. Leider and Raisa and Kipnis and Formichi and Lazzari, they have all come back. And, don't forget, every seat in the house is plush. Overtone/ PRESIDENT HOOVER has invited the foreign countries of the world to participate in Chicago's Century of Progress in 1933. Many acceptances are expected, including one from New York. * Close observers of photographs of Ambassador Dawes, taken during his visit to the homeland, noticed with surprise that his favorite V-type col lars had given way to conventional wing models. Our guess is that that is the way the V-types came back from his London laundry. * The most beautiful things which Viscount Bearsted, chairman of the Shell oil companies, saw on his trip through the United States were the Ryerson collection of paintings in the Art Institute, and the Grand Canyon in Arizona. We have some pretty arty filling stations, too. * There seems to be some question as to whether or not it is legal to park one's car in the loop, but, anyway, one can't. * Not everyone is satisfied with the Civic Opera situation. Some complaint has been heard that, while the organi zation has a fine, new home, it is still putting on the same old operas. * The south side railroad passenger terminal problem is arousing much dis cussion. This comes under the heading of history repeating itself. * Raymond Duncan, "apostle of pure beauty," announces that he is coming to Chicago to walk the Loop streets at tired in Grecian robes and sandals. If he proves to be as nonchalant as he sounds, we hope they will arrest him for indecent composure. * On account of the new styles, many women are worried about "how to look straight though curved." While their husbands are wondering how to look solvent though broke. —JOHN C. EMERY THE CHICAGOAN n OF all the demimondes who graced Chicago in those lurid days, Mis tress Mollie was the queen. Measured by modern standards of pulchritude, perhaps not so attractive. But the sil houette of the early '60's called for ample curves of hip and bosom, and with these curves Mistress Mollie amply was endowed. Irish as the Blarney stone and loudly jovial, her rouge and lipstick were a bit more vivid and more daring than the coun try bloom of any of her rivals; her finery more elegant, the envy of the Town's frail sisterhood. She was the woman of that stormy petrel of the Rialto, George Trussel, big-time racehorse owner, gambler and gunman. While there is nothing in the evidence to confirm the theory, and jades were plentiful, it is not improb able that Mistress Mollie was the Helen of Troy who launched the bitter feud between George and his pet aversion, Cap. Hyman. Hyman was an insuf ferable egoist, and if his amour propre had been wounded, here was cause enough for warfare. It was Cap. Hy man, at any rate, who laughed last and lived to see poetic justice done. For, in the Saga of Randolph street that follows, we shall see how Mistress Mollie accomplished that which Hyman failed to do, the job requiring a more steady hand than his. A passionate creature, with a heart capable of in tense loves and intense hatreds, Mis tress Mollie was Chicago's premiere lady murderer. CHICAGO of recent years, at least newspaper Chicago, has been making a good deal of fuss over gun men and gangsters, and what with beer and alky wars, the outgrowth of the Noble Experiment, has given the out side world the impression that a stranger is likely to be bumped off in the loop at mid-day, or taken for a ride and tossed out like a dead cat on a lonely roadside. We have been inclined to apotheo size such bravos as Dean O'Banion, Al Capone, the Genna boys, the Angelos, the Anselmis and Scalisis, who, in a kingdom where rats rule, are or have been kings of rats. Even in death, re posing in silver caskets and smothered under gates ajar and wreaths of flow ers, they have been idealized as heroes. Thrill writers, glorifying their sordid deeds, have invested them with glamour and woven them into the gilded tap estry of Legend. Gang warfare in Chicago has come to be regarded as a modern phenome non, nor do our memories carry us back to the days when feuds no less intense were recorded in the life blood of their victims; when vice and gam bling reared their ugly heads, and Ran dolph street, between State and Dear born, was spoken of as "Hair-trigger Row." Methods of extermination have im proved within the last seventy years. The sawed-off shotgun and the machine gun have replaced the army Colts, but it is related that shootings on Hair- trigger Row were of such frequent oc currence that those who heard the roar of a revolver paid no more attention to it than we would today to a blow out. The detonation of a gun, however, did not necessarily imply that another redskin had bitten the dust, for hands were shaky, owing to the curse of rum, and marksmanship, largely for that rea son, was indifferent. Not that the newspapers didn't raise a protest. Sporadic reforms were instigated time and again; gilded dens were raided, and there was many a police shakeup at the Armory station. But wartime days ever are hysterical, and the shadows of the Civil War, as is the case in all times of national disaster, made for artificial revelry. CHICAGO, a city of 200,000 pop ulation, was still something of an overgrown village and was uncouth in its ways. The braver spirits, the flower of her young manhood, were away on southern battlefields. War had taken also many of the married men, and the coy Penelope, living on a government bounty, was not always 100 per cent faithful. War widows of the early '60's closed their homes and took up light housekeeping rooms. Or, if they kept the home fires burn ing, it was not always for the absentee 12 THE CHICAGOAN husband, but too often for some cuckoo. The primrose path led more than one of these war widows first into the maison toleree and thence into the police court. Downtown life was centralized, either in the red light district or in Randolph street, that gas-lighted plai- sance. Clark street, from Madison to Van Buren, was a row of boarding houses. The upper floors of the four and five-story business buildings were given over to roomers, for the most part bachelors with no family connec tions and with no responsibilities. There were few amusements — no baseball games or movies. McVicker's, home of the tragic muse, was the only theater worth mentioning. Randolph street's four o'clock prom enade, bringing out the sidewalk masher and the nymphe du pave, was virtually an open white-slave market. Such types as the matinee girl, the shop girl and the flapper, as we know them today, did not exist. The line of demarcation between respectability and depravity was sharply drawn. Two types of women only were recog nized, the good and the bad. There were no overlapping strata. Society had not yet followed the gambler into the betting ring and paddock. The fast set was professionally fast, and made no pretense to being otherwise. The accepted mode for women was ultra conservative. Paint and powder, frills and furbelows, were the preroga tive of the soiled dove. Any deviation from the sombre color effects of the approved costume was an unmistakable class signal. And a "come hither" look from naughty eyes under the brim of a "milliner's dream" was not so inno cent as it might be nowadays. What Paris was to the doughboy in "blighty" during the world war, the Garden City was to the boys in blue during the war between the states. Pleasure-starved youngsters, their pock ets bulging with greenbacks which had depreciated the national currency, ar rived in the northern metropolis on fur lough, intent on getting drunk and painting the town red. In this laud able effort they were not lacking in cooperation. War widows, magdalens, bartenders and professional gamblers felt it their patriotic duty to relieve the lads of any surplus money in as short a time as possible, and send them back with a hangover to the front. The soldier boys were looked upon as privileged characters and were al lowed plenty of latitude. If they elected to parade their lady-loves in open barouches, nobody could blame them much. There were no Y. M. C. A.'s, no canteens at which the boys of '61 might find entertainment. INTO this environment, already load ed with dynamite, was directed an influx of southern blacklegs, three-card monte men, keno sharks and pinchbeck cavaliers. With their southern drawl, their goatees and imperials, their broad- brimmed hats, they affected the man nerisms and garb of quality folk, the wealthy planter class. Slackers and poseurs as they were, yet they did the lost cause a service. Much of the rebel propaganda was in spired by them. It was these swash bucklers, with their air of studied non chalance and their loud fashion in dress — the brass-buttoned claw-hammer and frock coat — who, by their bar-room talk gave the impression, especially to callow youth, easily taken in by brum magem, and inclined a bit toward hero- worship, that Chicago was a hotbed of sedition. Rebel at heart, insolent and flashy, they not only worked up a good deal of sentiment for the South, but were the leading spirits in the seditious Knights of the Golden Circle, and helped engineer the underground rail ways by means of which the un scrupulous bounty jumper was whisked away. There was another type, the pseudo plainsman, equally picturesque in his cowboy attire, a character borrowed from the pages of Bret Harte. But whatever his make-up, the sporting man of the Civil War days was no piker. He may have been a dandy and a street-corner Lothario, but at the gaming table he was always a high- roller, and if Chicago can be said to have speed, it was he who supplied the acceleration. And, like the magdalen, he was set apart from the rest of hu manity by his costume and demeanor. KING pins in this fraternity were George Trussel and Cap. Hyman. The two were mortal enemies. Both were killers, and kept their pocket ar tillery in a hair-trigger state of readi- THE CHICAGOAN 13 ness. They had sworn to shoot each other on sight, and each had attempted more than once to carry out this vow. Their failure to do so may be set down rather to faulty technique, brought on by double vision, than to any lack of enthusiasm. Trussel, owner of Dexter, record trotting horse of his day, was taciturn and sinister, a man of few words, but as dangerous as a rattlesnake when in his cups. Hyman, his complement in temperament, was highly excitable and emotional. College-bred, tall and im pressive as a grenadier, he had a flair for carrying off a situation with a gesture. He was something of a show man and always dressed to the nines, and his late afternoon stroll down Ran dolph street would be to the accom paniment of such remarks as "high roller" or "cock of the walk." "Cap.'s just busted another bank," the lesser gentry would acclaim. Once having acquired a skinful, however, his high spirits dissipated, he would sink from the emotional stage into fits of ugly silence, and at these times he was to be avoided. Trussel and Hyman had exchanged shots so often that it had come to be a twice-told story with the city editor of the Chicago Times — not the tab loid — who, on the evening of Septem ber 3, 1863, sat in his Randolph street office munching peanuts as he scanned the galley proofs. Dexter, Trussel's speed marvel, had made his debut that day at the Chicago Driving Park, and the sporting editor of the Times was busy scribbling out his story. It had been rather a gala affair, a shabby ver sion of Derby Day at the old Wash ington Park track. But whatever had been lacking in social prestige had more than been made up for by the whoopee of the sporting element. Queens of the underworld were there with bells on, and Mistress Mollie, queen bee of the hive, surrounded by ladies-in-waiting, had held court within the oval under a striped pavilion, flanked on all sides by champagne buckets. Corks had popped all day. At the close of the races, George had promised solemnly — as solemnly as his alcoholic condition would allow — that he would be home early to do the honors at a select dinner to be given chez Mollie to an inner circle. For this party Mollie had made the most elaborate preparations. But the boys were on hand to congratulate George on his new acquisition, and Randolph street, with its flashy bar rooms, was the next stop. MOLLIE's party was a washout. The wine was flat, the reedbirds cold. The guests departed early, and by the time they left the hostess had become maudlin. It looked like a routine evening in the Times shop un til a gun barked just under the win dows. "Fred," drawled the city editor, "that sounds as if our friend, Cap. Hyman, was on the warpath again. Better step out and see what the shoot ing's all about." Thus was the assign ment given to Frederick Francis Cook, the Times' police reporter, who years later, in his Bygone Days in Chicago, was to leave a permanent record of the Garden City in the '60's. The young news-hound unparked his feet from the desk and applied them to the wooden stairway. Having clat tered down to street level, he needed no reportorial instincts to follow the crowds streaming from bar rooms and gambling joints over to Price's livery stable, opposite the site of the ill-fated Iroquois theater. There he found a plumpish woman, her painted cheeks swollen with much drinking and soiled by tears, her elab orate white dress blood-stained, sobbing her heart out over the body of a man stretched prostrate in the stable en trance. She was kissing the dead lips • — lips that never again would respond to her caress. "George, have I killed you? Have I killed you, darling? Speak, George, and say that you're not dead." Thus she cried until torn away from her victim, George Trussel, by the hands of understanding bluecoats, and conducted to the nearby Armory station. There, Mistress Mollie went to pieces altogether. During the after noon she had tossed off enough cham pagne to christen, if not float, a battle ship, and the reaction had set in. When George failed to put in an appearance at the dinner she had planned, she be gan to feel the gnawings of jealousy. The man she adored, she thought, had been unfaithful, and over her befogged brain dawned the red sun of vengeance. Determined to make an example, once and for all time, of unfaithful para mours, she tucked a pearl -handled re volver in her stocking, and, still in her gala attire, had gone gunning. This time it was no cry of "Wolf! Wolf!" George Trussel, hero of the day, so often shot at and missed by his foe, Cap. Hyman, had been laid low by the woman who loved him. The trial that followed was a first- page sensation for many days. But Mollie established a precedent that long obtained in Cook county, and drew an acquittal on the grounds of emotional insanity. WITH his bete noir out of the way, Cap. Hyman had the spotlight to himself, and as nothing oc curred to cramp his style, he strutted his stuff unhampered. Shortly after the Randolph street tragedy, he married Mollie's most ambitious rival. The wedding, a Police Gazette affair, was attended by the creme de la creme of the sporting world in Chicago, St. Louis, Louisville and Cincinnati. With considerable ballyhoo, the happy couple opened up their select road house, "Sunnyside," in Lakeview, at North Clark street and Montrose Avenue. A big night, if there ever was one. Guest of honor at the grand open ing was Jack Nelson, deputy superin tendent of police. Queens of the un derworld were there, the last word in decollete. [continued on page 47] 14 THE CHICAGOAN The President s Thanksgiving Day Proclamation is read in LaSalle street THE CHICAGOAN 15 Chicagoans Abroad Who They Are — What They Do and Say — How to Know Them WE were sitting on the pavement at the Dome, which as every one knows is the largest and quite the loudest cafe in Montparnasse. It was three in the morning. We had been very gay for an appalling number of hours; we were still being gay. In fact, we felt exceedingly witty, tempera mental, amusing, cosmopolitan, and ur banely sophisticated — all on a bottle or so of some rather odd Danish beer. And then our host (who in his less idle moments makes deep sea portraits of misbehaving polyps, or something of the sort) turned to one of the ladies and said, "God bless you all! And where did you say you were from?" "I didn't say." "Oh! And where are you from?" "From Chicago." "Oh! And the rest of you?" "They're from Chicago, too." "Oh! All from Chicago?" "Yes, all — all from Chicago." We turned slightly gray, and the myriad pink and amber lights of Mont parnasse wavered and winked, as if the radiance of the evening were on the point of vanishing. It was for a moment only; the next minute conver sation bubbled on its merry way again, and several more bottles of beer ar rived. But the moment was enough to make us realize the horrid truth: — Chicago is big, Chicago is splendid, but it is NOT chic to come from Chicago. ALL Chicagoans abroad know this. i\ They take it in different ways, By ARTHUR MEEKER, JR according to their class, disposition, and the degree of importance they at tach to European approval. Of course, to begin with, there are the two main divisions into which everybody falls, — (1) Permanents, and (2) Transients. Most Permanents — that is, ex-Astor Streeters who have moved their house hold goods for good and all to the Rue Raynouard or Grosvenor Square and discontinued their membership in the Casino — are resolutely oblivious of their humble origin. You would never know (from them) where they come from. They are as detached and as apparently flourishing as a bunch of hothouse roses in a vase. But alas, like the roses, it does not take a great deal to wilt them. You may often enjoy, if you have a spiteful nature, bringing up the subject of your native town at resplendent Mayfair parties, just for the pleasure of having your hostess — ne'e Wurzelburger of West Madison street — bare her teeth in a synthetic smile and snarl, "Ah, Chi cago! But tell me about your so marvelous city. Aren't you afraid to live amongst all those buffaloes and bandits?" Unfortunately, this doesn't do her the least bit of good, as everybody pres ent knows all about the Wurzelburger period. It will be written up, with embroideries, in the Sunday supple ments, if, as occasionally happens, the lady eventually succeeds in getting some minor royalties to spend a week at the Ritz as her guests (most minor royalties would stop really anywhere with almost anyone, poor dears!). But still she will valiantly insist, a la Topsy, that she "just growed," or worse yet, like one very grand titled family I know, whose maternal ancestors lived in gloriously in some obscure corner of the South Side, weave a beautiful but unconvincing legend in which a many pillared white mansion on the Po tomac plays a prominent part. TRANSIENTS are another matter. Yes, of course, they are from Chi cago, and in most cases they are living only for the moment when they can get back to the loop. Here are the grim unfortunate disciples of the "It's- Tuesday-we-must-be-in- Venice" school. Paris is full of them, and the in genuity of Parisians is taxed to the utmost to take care of these homesick wanderers in search of Middlewestern comfort. (I don't mean to say there aren't plenty of sad souls from Council Bluffs, Dubuque, and Mankato, Min nesota, too — but somehow the Chi cagoans are the saddest.) You may see them any day, feasting on ham and eggs at Sam's, in the Rue des Italiens; shoveling in sausage and mashed po tatoes at the competent Miss Shevlin's, in the Rue des Petits Champs; pathetic ally seeking a drop of cheer in count less cups of "real American coffee" chez Louis Sherry. The babble of talk is revealing, to say the least: — "Emma, I wouldn't touch any of that pastry, if I was you, it lays on the stomach like lead — They haven't any kind of fancy salads like you get 16 THE CHICAGOAN at Wood's— Well, I certainly haff to laff, Father and I went out to Ver sailles, like you said, and we walked through what seemed like hunderds and hunderds 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 were 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 home in our own little Art Institute — It lays on the stomach like lead — ¦" BUT enough of this sort of thing. No doubt it wearies you almost as much as it does me, and, after all, it's hardly cricket to tease the poor wretches. Besides this, the dismal thought occurs to me, my own be havior is really quite as comic. I am, like a great many of my friends, neither transient nor permanent. I spend from three to seven months in Europe every year. I am no longer exactly a tourist. I know London rather well, a few Eng lish people rather better than well, and whilst I am amongst them my accent clips and patters very much like theirs, even in the midst of telling an anecdote about Al Capone. I know France a great deal more intimately than most French people, and love it quite as emo tionally as they do; I have seen, I wager, more of Holland than half the Dutch; I have far more than a bowing acquaintance with Germany and Aus tria and Italy and Switzerland. I have learned to carry my own soap, how to tip in three languages, when not to ex pect an American breakfast, and how to get out of an English one. I am completely happy over there for months at a time, with no thought of coming home. And yet — and yet — let even the dreariest Lake Shore Drive matron, the dullest debutante I may studiously have avoided since dancing school days, some local youth I'd rather walk a block than bow to at home, come barging into the great stone hall at Morgan & Co., and I fall on their necks with passionate eagerness, immediately ar range a dozen rendezvous for lunch or tea (I have still sufficient pride to keep the dinner hour for my friends) — ply them with scores of questions: — "How's Ted? And Nora? Have the Marshalls sold their house? Who's had a baby lately? Is it true that Elizabeth has become the village cut-up? Did you go to the McMasters wedding?" etc., etc., till my companion cries in self pro tection, "Hold, enough! Or you'll have to make me a typewritten list." But you see what has happened, what will invariably happen, I suppose, no matter how far I wander or how long I remain away: I have reverted to type. And I greatly fear, once a Chicagoan, always a gossip! A Letter For Mr. Meeker The Chicagoan, Gentlemen: I prefer to think that Arthur Meeker, Jr., is being merely smart in his article in the current Chicagoan, On Being Abroad. If he really means that he is so utterly bored by such commonplace, deadly alike human beings as he finds in our country, it would be better for him to make his home in Europe twelve months every year for the remainder of his life. He might start being different by pur' chasing his wearing apparel at home instead of abroad, just because it is being done. Europe has nothing to offer that is finer than can be found in our own United States, with the possible exception of their cathedrals and other architectural triumphs which we cannot as yet hope for owing to the tenderness of our years in comparison with the centuries of existence which have mellowed the works of the builders in the old country. The Town is most interesting and alive, and life is very worth while in her midst. Long life to The Chicagoan. Ethel C. Reid, 6618 N. Ashland Avenue. THE CHICAGOAN 17 Evanston, Illinois A Play in One Act By GONFAL CAST OF CHARACTERS AS THEY SPEAK Joe, a citizen of Evanston and pro prietor of a cigar store. Charles G. Dawes, Ambassador to the Court of St. James. Uncle Ed, the oldest inhabitant. Tom, the town loafer whose excuse is rheumatism and sometime service in the Spanish-American war. Scene : A mild Indian summer afternoon before the Frances E. Wil- lard memorial fountain in Evanston. Joe, Tom and Uncle Ed are cackling over a story Joe has just told. All: Heh, Heh, Heh. She did! Heh, Heh. Say that's a pretty hot one all right. He, He, He. Oh Boy! JOE: (breaking off the merriment) Well I'll be doggoned. Look what the cat drug in! How are you, Charley? I declare you're quite a stranger. Charles G. Dawes : I guess I am, Joe. I am for a fact. By Golly it seems good to get back. Uncle Ed: I declare if it ain't Rufus. Howdy do. Howdy do. Tom: (Salutes.) How are you, General? Charles G. Dawes: (Returns sa lute.) Oh pretty fair. Can't com plain. How are you, Uncle Ed. Uncle Ed: (He is hard of hearing.) Eighty- four years old, come this March. Heh, Heh, I'm gettin' along. Feel great though. Joe: Yes Sir, we're a-goin' to have to get Uncle Ed a . girl one of these days. Ain't we, Uncle Ed? Haw, Haw, Haw! (All roar at this sally.) Uncle Ed: Folks all well, Rufus? Tom: It ain't Rufus, you darn fool. It's Gen eral Dawes. Uncle Ed: Well, if it ain't Rufus, it must be the other boy, Charley. I remember the Dawes boys. Used to work in a bank. There was Rufus and there was Charley. Rufus he stayed in the bank. But Charley took to gallivantin' around. He should ha' stayed there, too. Never amount to much movin' all over every place. Tom: They tell me you're located in London now, General. Charles G. Dawes: That's right. That's where I am. Joe: Must be a great town. I've always heard a lot about London. Charles G. Dawes : Well, it's quite a place. Yes indeed. I'd say it was quite a place. Joe: What's all this about London Bridge, Charley? Anything to it? Charles G. Dawes : Boys, I don't like to knock London. London's all right. But that bridge makes me laugh. I can take you right out here to St. Charles and show you a better bridge over the Fox River. Tom: Did you get to see the King, General? Charles G. Dawes : Yes, I did. He had us around to his palace a couple of times. He's a pretty fair sort, the king is. Just as democratic. Tom: Oh, the king is all right. It's the doggoned nobility that's up pity. But the king's all right. I al ways said so. JOE: My mother's supposed to be descended from an English duke 'way back somewheres. Her name was Kirschwasser. Uncle Ed: They don't have no bathtubs. Charles G. Dawes : That's France, Uncle Ed. France. Not England. JOE: (Offering a tobacco pouch from which the visitor fills his pipe.) Just what is it you do in London, Charley? Charles G. Dawes : ("Lights pipe with great care.) Mumm, you see boys, I'm a diplomat. (Blows a smo\e ring.) I sort of look after things for the government. Keep things smoothed out and all that. JOE: I didn't know we had any trouble with England. Charles G. Dawes : No, boys, we 18 THE CHICAGOAN don't. It's my job to see that none develops. Tom: Must be pretty soft. Charles G. Dawes: Not so soft, Tom. Have to put in a lot of hours at it. Tom: Doing what? Charles G. Dawes: (Blows an other careful smo\e ring.) Fine to bacco, Joe. Mighty fine. Don't know as I've had a better brand anywhere. Tom: (Returning to the attac\.) What keeps you so busy, General? Charles G. Dawes: (Blows an other ring and considers it gravely.) Well, I'll tell you, Tom, it's a lot of detail. I have to look after the staff. Tom : It sounds soft to me. Charley don't have practically nothing to do and he has a staff to help him do it. (All roar.) Uncle Ed: Working for the gov ernment, eh? Well I don't like it. I wouldn't advise any young man to take it up. There's no future in it. Charles G. Dawes: (Elaborately changing the subject.) I came over on an English ship. Joe: I thought this naval confer ence aimed to give America the same number of ships that England has. Ain't they done it, Charley? Charles G. Dawes: Those are war ships, boys. Not passenger ships. But that's not my line — Uncle Ed: Eh? Charles G. Dawes: (Continuing) My line is business mostly. Foreign trade and all that. Joe: And the war debt, too, I reckon. Charles G. D.awes: (Blows an other ring.) Not exactly the war debt. Of course my job has something to do with it, but not much. Tom: Sounds like a mighty vague job to me. Know anybody down to Washington. Charles G. Dawes : Hell'n Maria, yes. That's my home office. Tom : Well I wish you'd fix up my Spanish War pension when you're there. Charles G. Dawes: Well now, Tom, these things can't be rushed. They go slow, you know. I can't promise. I'd like to, but I can't promise. TOM: I've been trying to get pen sioned for 30 years. Ought to know. Joe: I lost some money on a stock a fellow recommended to me. I wish you'd — Charles G. Dawes: I'll try, Joe. I'll see what I can do. But I can't — Joe : What's the main street in Lon don anyway, Charley? Charles G. Dawes: By Golly, I don't know. There really isn't any main street. Tom: What's your office hours in London, then? Charles G. Dawes: Well, you see We don't have any regular hours. That is — Uncle Ed: Eh? No office hours! Joe : How many people working for you now, Charley? Charles G. Dawes: I couldn't say exactly — I guess I'd better be moving. So long, boys. Tom: I don't believe — still, it's mighty funny. Uncle Ed: Working for the gov ernment, heh? You mark my words he'll be fired the first time the admin istration changes. Shoulda stayed in the bank. Poetic Acceptances Lofaez Li{>ez, PhiJififiine Elevator Boy, Accents a Position as Taxicab Starter I dislike much leave dear, nice elevator But cab starter better than waiter. Nice little elevator that go up so high From ground floor near to sky. But cab starter much healthier job Out in great open air and seeing mob. No tear in eye as I look towards future For must pay grocery and butcher. Like 3 lb. of iron my heart so heavy But I accapt new job which is all to gravy. — donald plant. Offstage Drama The baseball addict enlivens the seventh act of "Strange Interlude" THE CHICAGOAN 19 TOWN TALK Library A NOTICE from the Chicago Pub lic Library was in a young lady's morning mail. The Spell of Alsace was two weeks overdue and would the young lady please return it and pay a fine of 14 cents? The young lady would do no such thing because her father had re turned the book himself two weeks ago and the date was checked on her card. She went down to the library and explained that the notice was all a horrible mistake. The librarian agreed with her. It was a horrible mistake. A week later a notice from the Chi cago Public Library was in the morn ing's mail. Would the young lady's guarantor please pay one dollar for page 95 missing in The Spell of Alsace? The guarantor would do no such thing as he had returned the book himself and not a single page had been miss ing. He went roaring to the library and came home like a lamb. The li brarian had been so nice. She had assured him that the whole affair was lamentable, in fact, a horrible mistake. Two weeks later a notice from the Chicago Public Library was in the morning's mail. Would the young lady or her guarantor please return The Spell of Alsace, pay $3.75 for the book, $.28 for fines, and $.65 for the miss ing page 95. If the $4.68 was not paid in five days the matter would be referred to the city's attorney for col lection. The young lady filed her finger nails and went down to the library. In the first place, she had returned The Spell of Alsace five weeks ago. Secondly, if she hadn't returned it, how would they have known about missing page 95, which hadn't been missing while she had the book in her posses sion? Thirdly, if she paid $3.75 for The Spell of Alsace why pay $.6") for the missing page? In conclusion, she had returned the book in perfect con dition five weeks ago. The librarian smiled a sad, sweet smile. She assured the young lady it was all a horrible mistake. The young lady is expecting a notice from the city attorney daily. When she gets it, she will write a letter to the Voice of the People. Gloves THE proverbial absentmindedness of the university (or college) pro fessor is confirmed in a current anecdote of a famous scientist and faculty mem ber of The University of Chicago. The little gentleman in question, upon leav ing the check room of his club, was handed a topcoat not his own by a preoccupied attendant. Being ab sorbed, doubtless, in a question of astronomical physics the professor slipped into the alien topcoat and walked down the carpeted hall to the exit, unmindful that the sleeves hung to his finger tips and the coat all but swept the floor. A few minutes later, a man of consider able heft and stat ure appeared at the check room and laid a metal token on the counter. When handed the pro fessor's coat, he noticed the error and bawled a correction. While the checkroom force was endeavoring to find the right topcoat, the professor returned, blandly taking a pair of gloevs from his garment: "Here, boy, you've put someone else's gloves in my coat pocket," he murmured and turned, the ill-fitting coat hanging like a tarpaulin over his frail shoulders. Hospitals THE blooded pet supports the dog and cat hospitals, and, with the passing of the horse, veterinarians are increasingly engaged in small animal practice. Indeed, the pet hospital is almost wholly a development of the last ten years. It is, so Dr. Condon, a prominent north- side veterinarian assures us, a most complete institu tion for animal care. Hospitals are elaborately equipped to cope with animal illnesses. Specially built operating tables, kennels, diet kitchens, and exercise areas are common. Some hospitals provide ambulances to convey their patients to and from the institu tion. X-ray installation is no novelty. Patients are accepted for special baths, combing, clipping and stripping. Animals who would have been de stroyed a short time back are now hos pitalized and in many cases recovery is complete. Dogs having fits — which to the layman was always the dread hy drophobia — are now accepted and cured. The most common dog and cat ailment is distemper, a germ ailment resembling human influenza. Dogs are susceptible to dropsy, asthma and yel low jaundice. Cats come down with pneumonia. There are parasite dis orders of internal and external varieties. Gastritis is an animal as well as human penalty for gluttony. Dentistry re lieves pets grown unaccountably peev ish. Canine maternity cases are a special concern; feline lyings-in are proverbial. Once an animal hospital is estab lished, patients received are from vari ous social strata. The value of an ani mal seems to have no bearing on its care and treatment. The owner of a stray dog, once the animal has been accepted, will care for it as scrupulously as the owner of a blooded puppy. A ward offers strange bedfellows from a canary bird with the croup to a pet chipmunk with a broken leg. Periodic trips to zoo and circus are part of a veterinarian's routine, for public ani' mals have their ailments as well as private. Besides his usual business the pro prietor of a dog hospital is kept vexed to inform a thirsty public that he sells nothing stronger than dog tonic. Why the public should think otherwise, no one seems to know. 20 THE CHICAGOAN Esftagnole DINERS-OUT of the Town, long industrious in search of Spanish cookery, are herewith cheerfully ap prized of 2309 West Madison, second floor. Twenty-three-o-nine is no im posing establishment with a doorman and lackeys in attendance. It is a mod est Spanish boarding house, dispensing its viands at plain white-covered tables. Patrons do not lisp a correct Castilian; they rumble the deep voiced Spanish of Northern Spain mixed with the somewhat more languid tongue of the Americas. The menu itself is par tially Spanish and partially Cuban. Soup comes to table, a mixture of vegetable and chicken re-enforced by golden (and almost Germanic) noodles. Arroz con polio, which is rice and chicken, is wholesomely spiced, a filling, palatable dish. The meat course proper is veal and potatoes. The salad, olive and tomato. Dessert is cheese and guayaba, which is guava jelly. Coffee is clear, black and strongly made. There is no vino. Twenty-three-o-nine is best visited in a party, say of ten people, though more are gratefully taken care of. Call Julio Macias between eleven and one and arrangements are easily made in ex cellent English. The number is WEStern 3632. Lincoln THIS one comes from Hollywood. It will be remembered, possibly, that D. W. Griffith has for some years wanted to screen Lincoln's life. For three years he was unable to interest any Hollywood magnate in the project ed epic. Joseph M. Schenck was, and remained, particularly obdurate. Also, Joseph M. Schenck supported a brass band on his home studio lot. A band for occasional utility in securing march ing tempo for mob scenes, but princi pally for the magnate's own amuse ment. This band, Griffith mused upon. The Big, Bold Crises of Business The manager of a Christmas card corporation inaugurates the annual drive for sentiment Very recently he spoke again to the producer urging the Lincoln epic. The producer refused to sponsor it. Shortly thereafter Schenck visited his open air studio. At a pre-arranged signal the brass band struck up Dixie as Schenck came on the lot. The valorous lilt of the Rebel war tune fired the producer's imagination. He caught himself swing ing to its rhythm. Instantly the era from '61 to '65 moved out of the mind's shadows to a stirring illusion of the present. Abraham Lincoln directed by David W. Griffith, will appear as an epic of the screen. Joseph M. Schenck will be producer. Number 51 AN early morning bus announces the #V seven o'clock dawn with matter of fact precision. It moves at its own heavy gait, a man going to work. It ignores lesser vehicles, delivery wagons, family Fords, and cars whose fenders flap loose as the ears of a hound dog and seemingly find the trail by sniffing and running and stopping suddenly to blink at red lights. A bowing acquaintance exists among bus passen gers who, morning after morning, with the blessed exception of Sunday, ride to work. The front seat is taken by the chic atten- d a n t of a "Frockke Shoppe." She surveys the styles in the ultra- fashion able Avenue windows with weary disdain. She knows what it means to sell "frockkes" and she has no hope of buying one. Two men discuss with vehemence the rise and fall of the stock market. / Their articulate red and chapped hands hang from the cuffs of thread bare coats. A negro laborer stares with melancholy dark eyes, beyond distance to the realization of a dream. A fat gentleman, cra dled in Sicily, his features sharpened in America, la boriously reads the morn ing paper. His blackened fore-finger follows the THE CHICAGOAN 21 print. An ambassador is feted, a gangster lies dead, a princess is be trothed. In his country II Duce sits in the place of the Caesars. The fat man smiles to an entering passenger. An angry little man, Scotch as the St. Andrews golf course, sits alone and looks fiercely from under bushy eye brows at a factory girl who essays to sit beside him. She moves on to the next seat, her face beneath powder and rouge, lovely as a Raphael angel, if angels patronized Mr. Wrigley. An Irish copper chats with the bus conductor, his broad brogue inter mingles with the clipped sentences of that Australian official in a discussion, sotto voce, of the rights of man on the right of ways. The bus, having its own ideas of right, interrupts with a surly rumble. Substitute THERE are a few good football stories in circulation. There never have been many, with the excep tion, of course, of "that long run Krautmeyer made back in '09" and "how McGuinness took out All-Ameri- can Peck in every play in that great game in '21." We heard recently, however, a story that is the sort of story we mean. We offer it to encourage wit among ath letes and their overseers. The team was losing by a sad score to heavier, more powerful opponents. The boys were being cracked up and carried off the field at the rate of six or more a period. In the last few min utes of play there was another injury. The worried coach who had been watching the game and not the bench called to the line coach. "Who's left?" he asked. "Got only one man left," replied the line coach. "Who?" "Young Sparsley, a sort of half back." "No good?" "No," said the assistant, "but coach, he's the only man left on the bench. Shall I send him in?" "Lord, no," said the coach. "Send in the bench." Silhouettes AMONG the more prominent of the Oh! and Ah! incidents at the opening of Opera, was the amazing change in two prominent members of the cast. Cyrena Van Gordon was her charming self, of course, but plus a slim youthful appearance and a more vibrant air. Charles Marshall had ac quired an Adonis-like silhouette which he hadn't possessed at the closing of last Opera season. Ordinarily, we do not divulge secrets but we can't resist telling the solution of all this, particularly since it may prove enlightening to those who are concerned with the avoirdupois prob lem. Miss Van Gordon, learning of the Wilson Method of Body Beauty, went to Chas. A. Stevens 6? Bros. Sil houette Shop as regularly as her career permitted and availed herself of that scientific course of applications all summer — with the satisfactory result of gaining the graceful, well proportioned figure which she now has. And not to be outdone by the fairer sex, Mr. Marshall immediately submitted to the Wilson Method for Men with equally gratifying results. He lost 40 pounds! Literature PROFESSOR Robert Morss Lovett, that gentle lamp to the University of Chicago, conferred with a young Something else for the Carnegie Foundation to examine into woman on a rather painful subject. The girl was a student in one of the professor's courses in English Compo sition, and a backward one at that. For weeks she had endangered the pro fessorial poise by failing to present her papers on time. "Why is it," asked the irritated sage as calmly as was pos sible under the circumstances, "that you can't keep up with the rest of the class, but must always lag a week be hind?" The young lady plunged into a tor rential explanation. "And it's all the fault of one of my other courses," she concluded. "You see, I'm taking a course in English Literature, and I have so much outside reading to do for it that I never have time for my other work. Think of it! I read 500 pages every week for that course!" Dr. Lovett scanned the young lady's coun tenance for a moment while he obeyed her mandate to "think of it." "Really?" he queried at length, "be tween us I doubt that there are 500 pages of English Literature worth reading." 22 THE CHICAGOAN Plumbette A LEAKY faucet is an abomination to the average housewife; and a clogged drain pipe frets her to tears. However, it has been wisely set down that one man's meat is another man's poison. And this poison of the aver age housewife is meat (and bread) to Jane Megan, head of the Conlin Co., Plumbers, located at 450 Oakwood boulevard. Miss Megan, who began as a stenographer in the office of her uncle, Thomas Conlin, worked her way into full knowledge of the processes in volved in mending pipes and leaky faucets. Many years of service of this kind by the Conlin Co., excellent serv ice, of course, raised the concern to the position of installers of plumbing in the great new buildings of the Loop and other growing parts of the city. When Thomas Conlin passed away a number of years ago, his niece fell heir to the management of the busi ness, which moves smoothly, and ap parently without difficulty or friction. Miss Megan is president of the Alliance of Business and Professional Women, and finds time for membership in a number of other organizations. Senorita Bebe Daniels is the most recent recruit to that amazing group of still players pitched abruptly into vocality only to land cat-like upon facile feet and burst complacently (if you think it can't be done, see and hear "Rio Rita" ) into the dances and ditties of the talking-pictures. She is, too, one of the few good-looking picture girls who didn't gradu ate from a Ziegfeld chorus. She may be seen, heard and enjoyed at the Woods Progress A FEW weeks ago the "Beanery," on the corner of Belmont and Mil waukee Avenues, was torn down. The frame building had stood for some 40 years, mostly a saloon and dance hall. Its destruction brought reminiscences of its turbulent history. There was the target practice of a police office upon the unsuspecting rats who poked their heads up through a hole near the door, only to have them shot off. And there was the wild, wild night when a thirsty patron rode his horse right up to the bar. And an other patron who passed out because he thought he saw a man on horseback right in the "beanery." There were free-for-all's and better. A couple of blocks away, on Craw ford and Milwaukee Avenues there stood for many years the Wayside Inn or the Bungalow, as some called it. It was a roadhouse when this section was prairie for miles around. Many a funeral party en route to Niles stopped here for corn beef and per haps for a ginger ale. The roadhouse was torn down over a dozen years ago. But even later than that there was a field of corn just across the street where the Empire bank now stands. Cathedrals A WOMAN in mink was examin ing steel etched Christmas cards at Hall's. Coming upon a hand tinted one of Saint Mark's Square with the cathedral in the background, she ran a dainty finger across its surface. Sat isfied with the inspection she asked the price per dozen. "So many of my friends have been abroad that I want to send them all some familiar foreign view. This one of the Rheims Cathedral will do nicely." "But it's Saint Mark's, Madam." "Saint Mark's?" "Yes, Madam, in Venice." "You're sure?" "Oh yes, quite sure. I can show you the box." "You haven't any Rheims Cathed rals?" "No." "I'm sorry. I wanted the Rheims Cathedral. I'll try Field's. So sorry to have troubled you." THE CHICAGOAN 23 / its power and speed /ou want» . you'll find still larger engines LARGER ENGINES GREATER VALUES in the new Cadillacs, new LaSalles, new Fleetwoods. Cadillac was not satisfied with the remarkable records of power, speed and endurance established by the previous motors. Cadillac engineers were determined to have still more rapid accelera tion. They planned for an even smoother handling of the load on hills or flat highways. They sought and found the way to provide higher speeds for longer hours. For they felt that the American public would soon demand such performance. So whatever may be your concep tion of the power and speed that the finest of cars should deliver, you'll find what you're looking for in these new models. Come and see them. Cadillac Motor Car Company Dirision of General Motors Corporation CHICAGO BRANCHES 2301 South Michigan Avenue 5020 Harper Avenue 5201 Broadway 119 South Kedzie Avenue 2015 E. 71st St. 4114 Irving Park Boulevard 1810 Ridge Avenue, Evanston 108 North First Street, Highland Park 818-826 Madison Street, Oak Park NEW NEW NEW CADILLAC LaSALLE FLEETWOOD Listen to WMAQ 83-°to 9^° P.M.Thursdays, for the Cadillac -LaSalle Dramatic Radio Programs 24 H4E CHICAGOAN Opera presents its own ballet always. This year's splendid opening at 20 Wacker Drive was notable for a most brilliant appearance of individual stars long prominent before the Town and glitteringly present on the first great night. Here we have the ladies, decidedly not of the ensemble. Reading from left to right, Mrs. Edith Rockefeller McGormick, Mrs. Frank G. Logan, Mrs. Stanley Zaring, Mrs. Jacob Baur, Mrs. Stanley Field, Mrs. A. B. Swift and Mrs. Edward Hiiies. At right, above, Maestro Polacco directs The Star Spangled Banner and incidental music. Amneris, daughter of the King of Egypt, as portrayed by Cyrena Van Gordon, and Radames, Captain of the Guard, by Charles Marshall, were not unimportant members of the spectacle. They were, however, in what was perhaps the minor piece of the evening. That is Verdi's Aida. THE CHICAGOAN 25 November 4 Not less impressive is the male chorus. It is here depicted by Artist Katz and not only depicted but supplemented with likenesses of gentlemen who might have attended the opening but didn't. The gentlemen ghosts are Henry Ford, H. R. II. the Prince of Wales, and Ambassador Charles G. Dawes, fourth, fifth and sixth reading from the left. Beginning at the extreme left, Stanley Field, Samuel Insull, Frank G. Logan, the above-mentioned ghosts, G. F. Dixon and Julius Rosenwald. There is, finally, the very cheerful and impromptu outdoor entertainment furnished by patrons and public alike. In full view of an assembled citizenry newspaper photogs establish a hierarchy of society and crown their elect with haloes of magnesium smoke as the flash light boys thunder a salute. Other actors are smart chauffeurs, cops, lady reporters, gentlemen reporters, detec tives, doormen and the common (positively vulgar) people who stand around and make remarks. 26 THE CHICAGOAN CHICAGOAN/ James Keeley: Lord of the Fourth Estate By ROM OLA VOYNOW PART 2 IT soon became apparent that the mousetraps constructed by Jim Keeley were superior to those fashioned by his neighbors. The path to his office, accordingly, was beaten down by the passing of many feet. Potentates in every field came to consult him as to the most effective way in which to ah low certain facts to come out; as to what effect publication of a story might have. It must not, however, be as- sumed that such consultations ever led to the suppression of any set of facts. "I want you to promise me," Robert W. Patterson had said when Keeley took over the managing editorship, "that you will never suppress a story." Keeley promised — and he kept his word. When accused, as he often has been, of ruthlessness in such matters, of sitting "like a stone Czar" in stern judgment over matters of personal and public welfare, and of deciding in the majority of cases to sacrifice the former and serve the latter by printing the story, he would say': "When a man takes it upon himself to publish a news- paper he is entering into a contract with the public to give it the news of the day. It is not because I have no heart, but because I have a conscience as well, that I rendered such decisions." In all fairness it must be admitted that he showed no more leniency to friends than to strangers. Not even to his advertisers did he give any editorial favors, and it is a matter of public rec- ord that he once refunded $600 to a man who thought to influence the edi' torial columns of the paper by buying liberally of its advertising space. He came to Keeley to insinuate as much, and he was one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in Chicago. As soon as Keeley grasped the import of his mission, he ordered the man out of the office. He immediately wrote out a check for the amount of the ad vertising, and dispatched it by mes- senger to the offender. It is a notable fact that the advertising had already appeared. ONE night his office was entered by the president of one of Chicago's leading banks. After one look at his James Keeley face, Keeley demanded: "Who has absconded and how many hundreds of thousands did he take?" "Come with me," was the laconic reply, "and I'll tell you." Even with bank presidents Keeley was not given to wasting time "Is it big?" he asked sharply. 'Yes, it is." WITH this assurance the editor reached for his hat Leaving the order to hold the presses until his return, he walked down Dearborn street with his companion in silence. They entered the First National Bank building and went to a room on an upper floor which was crowded with the most important men in the financial world, including Marshall Field. The group had been in conference for hours, some of the men were munching sand' wiches, and all accepted eagerly the pots of coffee brought in by the janitor. In a far corner stood a row of such pots, which had been emptied in the course of the evening. As Keeley came in, the buss of con versation stopped instantly. "What's up?" he snapped impatiently, the vision of the waiting presses urging him to haste. The story came like a deluge: the Walsh banks, the Chicago National and Home Savings, had failed. They had been two large and important in stitutions. Keeley probed for details, then made for the door. He found it locked. "Wait," said a cool voice, "we want you to advise with us." He was willing enough to advise, but wanted first to reach his office with the story- he knew would be the biggest scoop in months. The bankers forced him to stay. With all the refinements of Grand Inquisitors they passed him from one to another, questioning about the probable reaction to publication of their news. Time fled; each passing second increased Keeley 's impatience. Twice he went to the door only to find that his services were still forcibly required. At last he made a pretense of resign ing himself to the situation, but all the time he was gravitating towards the rear door that he had glimpsed through the corner of his eye. Once near it, he awaited a moment in which the center of interest should shift from himself. Hastily seizing two of the empty coffee pots on the floor, he ap proached the doorkeeper. "Dese guys wants more coffee," he said with a jerk of his head. The lingo was per fect, and the doorkeeper thought only that the messenger from the restaurant was going out for fresh supplies. Safely through the door, Keeley dropped the pots and fled down the street towards his office. Delivery wagons, which had already taken on loads at the other newspaper offices, stood outside the Tribune build ing waiting for papers which would be delivered with the others to outlying districts and railroad stations. A situa tion for the movies, the Alger boys, and Jim Keeley! He prepared to en joy it by rolling up his sleeves and pounding out the great story of the Walsh bank failure. Fed to the lino type bit by bit, it emerged in the paper some thirty minutes later. By the time the conferring financiers had begun to wonder what happened to Keeley, the Tribune extra containing the scoop was being hawked in the streets. THE CHICAGOAN 27 THE LOVELINESS THAT TIME DESTROYS IS BEAUTY yOU NEGLECTED TWICE more he was to develop memorable events from visits of unsummoned callers. Early in the World War a Chicago merchant prince dropped in to suggest that the adoption of daylight saving would be a boon to the American public. Five minutes later a telegram from Keeley was on its way to Washington; two days later the first daylight savings bill was intro duced in Congress. The Tribune's sponsorship of its was quickly seconded by journalism and industry, and pres ently it was a law. About the same time a woman of some literary distinc tion appealed to his love for children with the proposal that a Christmas ship, loaded with toys for youngsters of the combatant nations, be sent to Europe. The United States had not yet entered the war, and the idea found favor with Keeley. He enlisted a group of news papers under his leadership which raised the fund for a cargo of Christ mas toys. The ship sailed with over a million dollars' worth of playthings. But it was another bank failure that provided the most spectacular exploit of his career. Early in August, 1906, a north-west side bank failed. Its $2,- 000,000 deposits consisted largely of the life savings of working people, and its president, his son, and its cashier were missing. Police detectives and federal agents sought the missing men vainly. On August 9, the Tribune had an ex clusive story telling that the cashier had been located, and a lengthy interview with that not guiltless official. Four days later the Tribune discovered the whereabouts of the son, thereby scoring a beat not only on rival papers but on the police as well. But the president — the missing Paul Stensland — where was he? Police, detectives, federal agents could only shrug their shoulders in re ply. Nor did the cashier nor the younger Stensland know. But Keeley didn't wait for them to find out. While the official slueths spun futile theories, the enterprising editor was off for foreign parts. "I have a tip on Stensland's whereabouts," he told the state's attorney before departing, "and I'm going to find him. I'll take one of your men along with me if you like." The man chosen was young Harry Ol son. ON the morning of September 3, the fugitive banker walked into the British post office in Tangier. "Any letters for P. Olson?" he in quired. The clerk at the window shook ILL time deepen your beauty, or destroy it? That depends upon the care you give your skin today and every day. If you neglect your skin, or give it haphazard care, then the passing years will surely bring you weary lines and wrinkles. Your throat will lose its satiny texture, your firm young underchin will droop. Yet if you give your face and throat a little care, simple daily care, you can be lovelier at fifty than you were at twenty. 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DOROTHY GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE, NORTH Through the arched doorway of the Jarvis-Hunt Building NEW YORK LOS ANGELES SAN FRANCISCO WASHINGTON ATLANTIC CITY CAMELHAIR —for EVERY SIZE, AGE and SEX The camelhair coat strikes the correct note for gen eral wear . . . When you purchase at Jaeger's you assure yourself of authen tic style, correct fit and a quality respected for half a century. If you are a man, we sussest a light, warm coat of pure camelhair at $110. There are also men's coats at $47.50 —$120. Women's coats $47.50-$75, fur-trimmed from $145— $225. JAEGER ^TheVOGVE in WOOLLENS 222 N. Michigan Avenue Chicago his head. "Well, if you get any I want you to forward them. Got a blank form handy?'1 Just as he had inscribed "P. Olson' ' in the proper place, he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. "Write your own name, Stensland, " a voice said quietly, "and instead of Mogrador where you think you are going, write Chicago where you really are going." The self 'Styled "P. Olson" went white. "You can't take me," he muttered, "I won't go." Keeley smiled. "But you will go," he said. "Listen! I've been trailing you for three weeks, and you left a trail as wide as a barn door. I followed you from Gibraltar to Tangier to Ronda, Granada, Seville, Algiers and back here. Yesterday we heard you had left Tangier and gone to Gibraltar. We went there and missed you by two hours. We knew you were back in Tangier the minute you arrived. Now the question is: do you want to go back to the United States as a gentleman or as a felon?" While Stensland sparred for time, the crowd that gathered to watch the scene took on the proportions of a riot, and the American minister dispatched Moroccan soldiers to arrest both the disturbers. At this point Stensland wavered, and said he would go home "like a gentleman." "To late," Keeley told him, "for now you are under arrest." Keeley, of course, was released from custody immediately. When his cabled story reached Chicago next day the city was electrified. Police, detectives and federal agents tried to belittle it, but it did no good. Everyone knew that Keeley had beaten them at their own game, and the newspaper man was the hero of a glorious hour. It was late in September when all formalities had been concluded and the Stensland party arrived in New York. Soon after, the amateur detective re ceived a check for the $5,000 reward offered by the Chicago Clearing House Association for finding Stensland. Keeley forwarded it at once to the re- ceiver of Stensland's bank. "To be given over to the depositors of this ruined institution." The banker re ceived a prison sentence and it was Keeley who later helped him secure parole. Keeley further tried to put him back on his financial feet by as sisting him in various business ventures. THE trailing and capturing of Stensland made Keeley the most famous newspaper man in the world. TUE CHICAGOAN Europe as well as America rang with the tale of his exploit. But he returned to Chicago to put in his accustomed twelve hours of work daily, with one hour of relaxation devoted to eating his midnight meal in the penthouse on the roof of the Tribune building where he discussed the night's business with the city editor, the night editor, and the foreman of the composing room. Oc casionally this iron bound routine was broken by a round of poker with mem bers of the editorial staff". Keeley's shrewd eye and ability to read even expert poker faces, made him absolute master of the game and champion of the card table gatherings, but the boys could be somewhat mollified by the knowledge that their countless I.O.U.s would be in the waste basket before morning. With the approach of the presiden tial campaign of 1912, Keeley got one of his famous hunches. Accordingly he made a trip to Oyster Bay to con vince Roosevelt that he ought, despite his defeat at the Republican national convention, to run for the presidential nomination. Roosevelt, although an old friend, could not bring himself to agree with Keeley's proposal. "The people demand you in Illinois," insisted the editor, "and I'm going to prove it." In Chicago once more he tackled Gov ernor Deneen with the demand for an extra session of the legislature and the passing of a direct primary law. The direct primary being, he thought, the best medium through which to obtain clear expression for the vox populi. Deneen finally agreed on one condi tion : if, by a certain date, Keeley could get a two-thirds majority of the state legislators pledged to vote for the direct primary law, the session should be called. The weeks that followed saw a great deal of feverish conferring in the private office in the Tribune quar ters. By three a. m. of the last day of grace, Keeley was still one man short of the necessary quota. Undaunted by the hour he dispatched a reporter to the home of Alderman Mike Kenna, known as "Hinky Dink," to ask him to supply the needed man. Kenna, summoned from bed, was not in the best of moods, but he grudgingly gave the order for one of his men to sign up in order to be permitted to resume his slumbers. Keeley had carried the day. Deneen called the session and the direct primary law was passed. In con firmation of the correctness of Keeley's judgment, Roosevelt won over Taft in THE CHICAGOAN 29 the Illinois primary and again in the election. One of his contemporaries paid tribute to Keeley's sagacity in that instance by saying that, due to his machinations, "the G. O. P. became a sorely disgruntled third party instead of a presumptuous first. He alone was able to see that Illinois was a progres sive state while others thought it a reactionary one." EVEN a greater triumph, in a news paper sense, was in store for him, however. William Lorimer had been elected by the legislature to the United States Senate in May, 1909. The Tribune had never been very friendly to Mr. Lorimer, which fact, under the circumstances, was held by many to be to his credit. Nevertheless, on the day after his election it had acquiesced edi torially to the fact of his election. But on April 30, 1910, the entire front page of the paper was devoted to the confession of Charles A. White, a state legislator, in which he told of having been bribed to cast his vote for Lorimer. The White Jack-Pot confession, as it came to be known, was a bomb that set state political circles ablate. The Legislative Voters' League of Illinois immediately filed charges against Lori mer in the United States Senate, and an investigation was begun that dragged over a period of twenty-six months. In March, 1911, the senate, on concluding one investigation, voted to allow Lorimer to retain his seat. It looked as though Keeley had met with defeat, but he kept up his editorial hammering, was joined by other Chi cago editors, and in May saw his at titude borne out by the findings of the Illinois state senate investigating com mittee. In June the senate in Wash ington reopened its own investigation, and sometime in July called Keeley in to testify. For three days he was on the witness stand, and in the course of his testimony shed a great deal of illumination on his own position and character as well as on the subject of Lorimer. He told how White had come to the Tribune office to peddle his damning document; how the confession had afterwards been kept in his desk for several months while the truth of its assertions were being established by reporters and detectives. "Is it," he was asked, "your policy to buy infor mation?" "It is," replied the witness. 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Many who suffer from digestive disorders have found great relief in its regular use. Order a case of Corinnis today. Drink it because it is good to «^™'->-9«\\ drink _ anc[ so good for you. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, Inc. 420 West Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold' also at your neighborhood store) ©OBOJS Hinckley 6- Schmirt Chicago WAUKESHA WATER Tribune?" "It is not. News is merchandise anywhere." He was asked to define his position with the Tribune. "What is your authority and duty?" was the question. "My authority is absolute," Keeley answered. "In all departments?" "In all departments" came the steady rejoinder. KEELEY told how, on the night the White confession went to press, he himself had written the headlines for the story, and had stood over the composing room forms to direct the make-up of the pages. For the second edition he had called Gov. Deneen into the office to get a statement about the White testament. He told also that the Tribune had announced its determina- tion to keep up the anti-Lorimer cam' paign after the senate had voted to keep him in his seat because they thought he had not won that seat by legal means. "Did you ever study law?" asked Lorimer's attorney, former Judge El- bridge Hanecy, significantly. "No," Keeley admitted, "but I have some ideas of civic honesty." "Where did you get them?" queried Hanecy. "Not from association with you, Judge," was the answer. The investigation continued, and on July 13, 1912, Lorimer was finally ousted from his senatorial position. It was a great victory for Keeley. The engine of publicity that was the Trib- une, with the uncompromising hand of "J. K." at the controls, had aecom- plished what the engineer had set out to do. Lorimer 's political career was ended. KEELEY'S days on the Tribune were drawing to a close. After almost a quarter of a century, he was to leave the organization with which he had grown to power and strike out for himself. In May, 1914, he purchased the Record-Herald and the Inter- Ocean, and the Lord of the Fourth Estate came literally into his own. The publishers of the Tribune wished him Godspeed in his new venture, and said farewell in a glowing tribute to his years and labors on the Tribune. The new paper, made up of the combined properties, was called the Chicago Herald, of which Jim Keeley was edi' tor and largest stockholder. The Herald, however, failed to prosper. Its career of four years, almost synchro- nous with the duration of the war, was a war tragedy. In 1918, the Hearst organization proposed to buy it and consolidate it with the Examiner. The deal was effected and on the morning of May 1, the two papers announced the consolidation, telling also that Keeley was retiring and would go to Europe. The administration at Washington appointed him American member of the Inter-allied Committee for Propa ganda in Enemy Countries, and he went abroad where he became the in timate associate of some of the fore most statesmen of the day. It is an open secret that Lord Northcliffe urged Keeley to become a member of his or ganization on the London Times, but the boy from the London streets had become so devout an American that the offer failed to tempt him. On his return to America, he reconciled him self to having said goodbye forever to newspaper work, and presently settled down to the duties of the business posi tion he now holds: assistant to the president of the Pullman Company. Two years ago he lost the wife who had proved herself the mental equal of her brilliant husband during their thirty odd years of married life. Mrs. Keeley died in Europe, her husband TI4E CHICAGOAN 31 went abroad to bring her ashes back to the new continent. Shortly there after he gave up his old home on Ritchie Court and moved into an apart ment with his only unmarried daugh ter. Last year, when she also left the paternal roof, her father established himself in bachelor quarters in the Am bassador Hotel East. THOSE who still picture Jim Keeley as the ruthless, driving, power of his Tribune years find little to confirm their expectations if they call upon him in his present home. His walls are covered with pictures taken from Mother Goose rhymes, and one of its chief adornments is Mr. Keeley's almost priceless collection of blue Bristol glass. As long as ten years ago, it was said of him that he had begun to mellow — to soften, and the process has been go ing on ever since. He has ample time nowadays to devote to his oldest love, books, and he is said tn read every thing worth while that comes off the presses. Further, he has been able to minister to an interest in the theater which the demands of his newspaper work precluded. Not long ago he was discovered at a symphony concert in Orchestra Hall. Keeley had been liv ing in Chicago thirty-five years, but, "Do you know," he confided to a friend, "this is the first time I've been in this place?" Patron of opera and lover of art, he is the possessor of an excellent style and quality as a writer which promise to make his forthcoming memoirs well worth the reading. Out of a busy life of unremitting effort at self- education he emerges the fine figure of a cultured, polished, understanding and thoroughly sophisticated man of the world. Just as he taught himself to write news paper stories, so has he schooled him self in general culture. But too, just as the instinct for news, the amazing clairvoyance of the editor, was inborn in him and not acquired, so, too, was the fine intellect which made his educa tional evolution possible, and which the years have failed to dull. Physically he has scarcely changed in the last twenty years. Keeley the Man is doubtless still somewhat obscured by Keeley the Legend. The few rifts in the legends which conceal him permit one to pene trate and sense the true contours of an imposing personality. ALL THAT YOU COULD WISH Fill the Thanksgiving goblets brimming full with Orange Crush-Dry. Zestful piquant . . tasty . . what an epicurean flavor it adds to the turkey feast! Glorious _[resh juice of sun-rich oranges . . fragrant with the bouquet of the peel . . spiced with a connoisseur's dash of lemon . . exhilaratingly charged with that tart dry, tang which so promotes good spirits, good appetites, good feeling. Remember, Orange Crush-Dry is .the orange beverage with this genuine fresh fruit taste. There's nothing else like it. For convenience, buy it by the case. IN THE EBONY BOTTLE AT ALL GOOD STORES C ORANGE W\ rush- if ru 32 TWQ CHICAGOAN H'ke JTA G E Tne Myth of George Bernard Shaw By CHARLES COLLINS KOBINSOHS NEWEST BRUNSWICK RECORD 0„ whkh he does hi* famous ta„ . C***t,on or HOT HOOFS! Palpitatin' puppies ! Here's the snappiest Tap Dance Rou tine that ever wrung rhythm out of a pair of wooden brogans. Hear Bill Robin son's frettin' feet record the sensational feature of Broadway's greatest and hottest musical revue — "Blackbirds". It's conta gious. You'll dance with him, too. Don't miss it— the greatest record of its kind ever recorded. No. 4535 THE T h e a t e r Guild is mak ing its annual salaam to its idol, George Bernard Shaw, in the form of a revival of Major Barbara, and no doubt those who think that G. B. S. spells culture and the higher as pects of the drama are happy. Yet they emerge from the Blackstone with drawn faces and lack-luster eyes, still firm in the faith, of course, but shaken by the ordeal to which they have submitted. It is time to face the facts in the case of this man Shaw. He has be come such a legend of brilliance, of supermanhood, of ironic infallibility, that he is almost as difficult to deal with as a religion. But the inflated myth must be exploded. Let it be done, then, briefly and bluntly: this man Shaw is a monstrous bore. He al ways was a bore, like many another too-clever man, but we have been too young, too naive, to realise it. HE has treated the stage as if it were the rostrum for an adoles cent debating society in a settlement house. He has converted the drama of ideas into the drama of intellectual monkeyshines. His dialogue is like the prayer wheels in Buddhist temples, spinning out words, words, words so incessantly that they come to mean nothing. He has a fine flair for char acter, but having created a role he al ways proceeds to put the soul of G. B. S inside of it, and the creature be comes a Shavian robot. He is a prodigious egotist, and his plays are fantasias on the theme: "I, George Bernard Shaw, speaking though the mouth of this character or that, am the smartest person in the world.11 He is an argufier, an editorial writer, a por tentous contributor to journals of opinion, a blatherskite and an idea- monger — but never a dramatist. And the ideas with which he has dealt have aged so rapidly that when examples of his earlier work, such as Major Bar bara, are staged, they are more old- fashioned than the classics which he has so consistently derided. In short, George Bernard Shaw is the Grand Old Bore of the modern drama, and an enormous success in the role. He is the Theater Guild's Abie's Irish Rose. Except for the second, or Salvation Army, act, Major Barbara must be rated among the feeblest of Shaw's comedies of chatter. That passage is excellent; Shaw becomes quite theatri cal and almost Dickensian when he writes in cockney character. The play constitutes his argument for modern industry as a social benefactor. u 'Better a good job in a munitions factory,11 he says in effect, "than a hand-out from the soup-kitchen." This may have been brave and radical thinking in 1906, or whenever the play was writ ten, but I doubt it. Certainly it is now as archaic as a tandem bike. Another array of Guild players ap pears in this well-staged production, and they are extremely competent. As the third chapter in the Guild's Chi cago season, the performance of Ma jor Barbara can be warmly applauded. It is consummate artistry. Dudley Digges, a veteran of Guild casts, plays the magnificent munitions-maker, per haps not with the bull-necked power that the role suggests, but certainly with authority and persuasiveness. The role of Barbara, the rich Salvation las sie, falls to Frieda Inescourt, who is better than her forerunner of years ago, Grace George. She is earnest, eager and charming; and, in a way that exactly suits the part, how pretty! Reliable Old Plot WE needed something like Brothers, now at the Erlanger, to be able to call it a full-fledged and perfectly regular theatrical season. For this melodrama is the old, legitimate stuff, juicy with plot, ranging from high life to low, full of marvelous metamorphoses, cocaine fiends, mur ders and slum characters. Out of the old black bag of Thespis it drags those sure-fire puppets, the identical twins, and puts them to work at their tradi tional hanky-pank. I recommend Brothers as excellent recreation for subscribers to repertory theaters. TUb" CHICAGOAN 33 Bert Lytell, a well-known of the films, is the central personality in this pleasingly, preposterous diversion. He plays the silver-spoon twin who turned sour and the water-front twin who had a heart of gold, changing from dinner- jacket to guttersnipe attire, and back again, three or four times in an act. You will like Bert, I am sure; he is a seasoned trooper with no trace of cinema pose in his manner; and he makes a better curtain speech than Richard Bennett. The act that deals with a typical night at Oily Joe's, down by the river where men are hop-heads and women are broads, is my choice for the ripest, and yet least offensive, low-life scene of the season. It revives, and justifies, the Victorian theory of melodrama. It stands for what the old-fashioned slumming party always hunted and never found. Matt Briggs wins hon orable mention for his conduct as the dive-keeper. I'd also cite a pale blonde incidental girl who danced, if I could identify her. The cast, up to its stuff in all departments, is notable for the first appearance on the stage of that famous typographical error, Etaoin Shrdlu. In making your play-going schedule, there is no need to dodge Brothers. A Nest for the Swan THE Civic Theater, which is, ar chitecturally and otherwise, the little brother of the Civic Opera House, has opened as a shrine for Shakespeare. Fritz Leiber, a stalwart of the Bard, has settled down there to wrestle with a repertory of ten of the classic dramas. With Tyrone Power as Mr. Leiber's first lieutenant, it is safe to assume that the Elizabethan spirit of gusty and virile declamation will be in evidence. 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Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois I enclose chec\ ($5) in payment of Christmas gift subscription. Send the magazine to the name and address written below, with my greetings. For the Gift Season — — a magazine keyed to the vigorous thrust of life along the intellectual superstructure of the world's most engaging metropolis ... an impec cable gift choice for the Christmas season. (fr[ame)..-. (Address). 34 TWE CHICAGOAN To dine in the Creole manner with the house of Alciatore is to dine, in certain respects, better than in Paris. The true Creole cuisine is scrupu lously adapted to foodstuffs native to the American continent and here prepared in the tradition of five generations of the Alciatore9 of New Orleans. Similarly, there is no dish served in New Orleans you may not have in Chicago; there are many dishes served in the Chicago Louisiane unattainable in the Old French Quarter. Nothing magic about it. It is an advantage due to superior rail transportation to the Chicago area. There is no couvert charge at any time. Luncheon is from twelve to two daily. You may dance from seven until one evenings. Table d^hote 6 to 9 evenings 1.75 per person Telephone Michigan 1837 1341 South Michigan Avenue The CINEMA In a Sfirint TEN pictures incurred in a fortnight bounded by deadlines and cramped for space range from excel lent to execrable in the order given : The Trespasser breaks Gloria Swan- son's silence and a number of prece- dents. It is a Chicago story and contains Chicago scenes, at least a few, as well as Chicago manners and street addresses. Just possibly, this surprise impels me to pronounce Miss Swanson magnificent in the principal part; but the opinion seems general. It's the best talking'picture of the fortnight. Her Private Affair is Ann Harding's second talking-picture and I'd decline to decide a bet that it's not better than Paris Bound. It's excellent, win or lose, a plot counterpart of The Letter but who cares when the acting is per- feet? Maybe I shouldn't have men- tioned it. Broadway is the stageplay with super-stage settings and a number of capable performers. It's easy on the eyes, ears, and not too hard on the credulity. Joseph Schildkraut is a surprise to write home about in and as The Missis sippi Gambler, a steamboat classic that didn't get a showing in the big down- town theaters and is worth your eve- ning at the neighborhood cinema any Tuesday. The Hollywood Revue must be good. I'd learned to forget all the song mini' bers and now they're tormenting me again. Anyway, it's the first screen revue per se and therefore historically important. I'd forgotten, too, the Sherlock Holmes originals, nor did the modern' i^ed Return of Sherloc\ Holmes wake a sleeping brain cell. But Clive Brook is the original sleuth, as far as I'm con cerned, and the picture is far superior to the red-white-and-blue cases of more recent fabrication. They did things to The Great Divide, too, giving the hero songs to sing and things like that, but it still isn't too bad if you care for Dorothy Mackaill. R. K. O. WOODS THEATRE HARRIS NIGHTS (Ex. Sun.) 8:30 Mats. Wed., Sat. 2:30 W^ LEE SHUBERT Presents ETHEI. DARRYMORE in Lili Hatvany's THE LOVE DUEL A Modern Play Adapted by Zoe Akins Free Information 0N SKSSf" A specialized service in choosing a school absolutely free of charge to you. For busy parents and questioning boys and girls reliable information about the kind of school desired. Why select hurriedly when expert advice can be had by writing to THE CHICAGO DAILY NEWS School and College Bureau Dept. P, Daily News Plaza, 400 W. Madison St. Chicago, III. TWE CHICAGOAN Janet Gaynor and some other players were getting along nicely in the silent section of The Four Devils, when the thing suddenly began talking and slipped forthwith into inanity. Don't worry about it. Sometimes I can bear Dolores Del Rio, and I used to get quite a bit of satisfaction out of Longfellow, but Miss Del Rio makes Mr. Longfellow's Evangeline a singing part and need I tell more? Our Modern Maidens is merely dirty. Also Showing Rio Rita: Bebe Daniels and gang give Ziegfeld a run for his glory. [Go.] Flight: Jack Holt and Ralph Graves join the Marines and see Lila Lee. [Attend.] Why Bring That Up: Moran and Mack in their old stuff and some that is new. [If you like them.] His Glorious Night: The worst about John Gilbert. [No.] Evidence: Pauline Frederick in good old- fashioned d rammer. [Yes.] Oh Yeah: Railroad comedy. [Oh — no.] Salute: The Army-Navy tie game with offstage plot. [Miss it.] The Viking: A still picture but excellent; all about Leif Ericsson's discovery of America and Pauline Starke. [See it.] 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 Glaudette 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.] Street Girl: Betty Compson, Jack Oakie and others in a snappy little yarn about jazz musicians. 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(Name) (Old address) (New address) (Date of change) 36 TI4CCUICAG0AN THE PEAKJON HOTEL East of the Water Tower N all Chicago — you will hardly find another such fortunate combi- nation of residential advantages as those offered at the Pearson. Close to Lake Michigan on the East and Michigan Avenue on the West with Lincoln Park to the North . . . the Loop accessible within five minutes by bus or taxi ... an environment of suburban quiet ... a 300-car garage close by . . . unlimited free parking space adjacent to the hotel. The appointments are such as you would select in furnishing a home of your own. In recognition of the sound reasons why people prefer to live in apartment hotels there are no kitchenettes at the Pearson. The restaurant provides a delightful varied menu of wholesome foods modestly priced. We shall be pleased to have you call today and inspect some especially desirable ac' commodations just now available. 190 EAST PEARSON ST. Telephone Superior 8200 WOMt JUITE HOME Apartments, North and South Shore By RUTH G. BERGMAN RIP VAN WINKLE made the mistake of his life by liv ing a century and a half ago. Had he dozed off in 1909 and opened his eyes today he would have found innovations so marvelous as to make his bearded men of the mountain seem as important as the bearded lady of the circus. Perhaps therein lies the reason why fairies and gnomes have retired from the miracle business. They have learned the futil ity of trying to compete with the magic of progress. Consider the matter of housing alone. When Rip did the prodigal, he returned to a house fallen into decay, but he had never kept it in repair anyhow; the King George who had hung above the door of the inn had been reincarnated as George Wash ington, but the inn was the same. If Rip had started his nap in 1909 his awakening would have revealed not only new buildings but also a new type of building, equipment that he would not have known how to cope with, even a vocabulary bristling with novel ties: mechanical refrigeration, kitchen ette electric fireplace. Twenty years ago the little gray home in Chicago had a light in the window and a child waiting at the gate; now it has an electric sign on the roof and a uniformed attendant at the door. Twenty years ago there was a drift toward apartments. Three story, six flat buildings were approved; built-in sideboards and refrigerators with "out side icing" stamped them as ultra smart. Multi-storied apartment buildings were both a novelty and an experiment. Now they are so numerous, so much bigger, better, louder and funnier that I have needed this long running start to plunge into the business of discuss ing some outstanding apartments of today. THE choice is as wide as Chicago and in pecuniary dimension the sky is the limit. Starting at the sky, let us consider Fifteen Hundred Lake Shore Drive. Olympus is more beauti ful; but the gods have never contrived dwellings of greater dignity than this nor have they ever chilled their nectar in such magnificent ice boxes as are herein contained. Wide and white and aloof, Fifteen Hundred towers more than twenty stories above the corner of Burton Place and Lake Shore, with a view of the lake from ever> apart ment and an air of superiority baked into every brick. It contains fifty- seven apartments of fifty-seven vari eties, simplex, duplex, complex. The smallest is nine rooms; Mr. William Wrigley, Jr., has a twenty-two room duplex; and Mr. George W. Wood ruff's roof bungalo occupies the space of thirty rooms and is surrounded by a garden. Individuality of treatment, one of the most alluring possibilities in the co-operative apartment has here been practiced to the great advantage of the owners and the discomfiture of one who would like to describe a typical apart ment. Manyi owners, -(of whom there are fifty-one as the building nears com pletion) have treated their investment simply as space into which they have fitted made to order homes with only slightly less freedom than they would have enjoyed in buying a lot and start ing to build from the ground up. The only features reiterated in all the apart ments are wood burning fireplaces, silver vaults, intercommunicating tele phones and the aforementioned refrig erators which form part of the partition between kitchen and butler's pantry and open into both by means of glass doors. The building contains a three- story garage offering full service and freedom from parking problems for the two to five cars used by the family of each tenant-owner. THE fundamental similarity of the mammoth stalactites which come under the head of apartment houses partially obscures the diversity of their internal arrangements. For example, there is another twenty-odd story build ing one block away from Fifteen Hun dred. This Fourteen Hundred Lake Shore Drive is also big and imposing. The exterior might enclose large apart ments like its neighbor's or hotel rooms, TI4E CHICAGOAN 37 like the Edgewater Beach which it somewhat suggests in shape. It does neither. Fourteen Hundred is a bee hive of small partments. It, too, is co operative, but the average price of apartments is a small fraction of the. cost of any unit in Fifteen Hundred, just as the number of apartments there is a small fraction of the total that are packed into Fourteen Hundred. In fact, three floors of one building con tain as many apartments as the whole of the other. In compensation for what these apartments lack in size, however, the building provides lavish communal comforts, to wit: a dining room (very good), beauty shop, commissary, golf course, cigar store, newsstand, barber shop, maids, nursemaids, house men, bootblacks, valets, waiters, bellboys, re ceiving clerks, switchboard operators and a golf instructor. After all, in such an establishment no family would need more spacious private quarters than the Pullman drawing room which the com pactness of these apartments suggests. Each unit has a small dining room and kitchenette. Apartments may be rented from absentee owners. A good example of a third type of dwelling has just been completed within a few blocks of the two mentioned above. This is the Park Dearborn, an apartment hotel at 1260 N. Dearborn, on the corner of Goethe. Here are twelve floors of furnished apartments crowned by a pleasant roof garden and surmounting a convenient first floor base which is divided into a lounge, dining room, valet shop, beauty parlor, barber shop, commissary and drug store. Complete hotel service is in cluded in moderate rentals. Apart ments range from one to four rooms. WHILE the near north side has always lead all sections of the \ Town in the number of residential tow ers, the erstwhile Chicago Beach, which was recently planted with sand, is now producing a sudden crop of bean stalks which promises to yield as many apart- Tnents"per acre as the record breaking Streetefville. Three years ago this was on&'Trf the favorite swimming holes on the south side; last year it was a desert; this year it is one of the very choice residential districts of the city, replete with lake breezes, views, a bridal path and the most varied transportation fa cilities in the world. The newest and possibly most inter' esting building on this nascent land is [continued on page 39] 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. H ALE'S Largest Retailers of Simmons Sleeping Equipment 516-518 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE (LTS CHICAGO Stores also in New York, Newark and Detroit 38 THE CHICAGOAN Choice of First -Night ers — Steinway A notable majority of tne throng who attended tne grand opening of tne new Chicago Civic Opera have Steinway pianos in their homes* Wouldn't you rather have a STEINWAY One reading of this little booklet will tell you how easy you can own a Steinway. Send for your copy today. Four Easy Bj>ads Steinway Oumership Lton 0" Hsai-t, 'hu. lyonJiHealy Wabash C7^l9t^ 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/ Prying Off the Lid at 20 Wacker Drive By ROBERT POLLAK THE musical excuse for opening the Civic Opera was Ver' di's Aida, a work by Verdi that was probably picked so that no one's attention would be unduly distracted from the Travertine columns in the foyer or the comfortable plush seats in the second balcony. The performance was a rousing, blaring affair, welbcon- ducted, well sung and lavishly pro duced. Its obvious duty was to get the new home of Chicago's opera open in opulent, glad-hand style. The events of the evening were so confused with society reporters, flash lights, movie cameras, national airs, and milling thousands of potential gate crashers, that the musical details of the performance were almost buried under these particulars. Suffice to say that it was a veteran cast for a Chicago Aida, Formichi, Van Gordon, Raisa and Marshall. Formichi, familiarly horned and malevolent as the Ethiopian King, contributed the best singing, espe cially in the Nile scene. Raisa ran him a close second, although at times her lush soprano broke from pitch dis astrously. She was good but not at her best. As for Marshall and Van Gordon they were Marshall and Van Gordon. They had Charles a mite overdressed for the occasion. In the new pit Polacco conducted with fervour and clarity. His gift for imparting life to the most familiar and faded scores is akin to Toscanini's. On the stage, Moor, the most talented Scotsman, created an impressive phys ical background for the old tragedy of Memphis. The march of triumph, the scene in the temple, both possessed the necessary scope and grandeur in direc tion. It needed a very pompous and grand grand opera, this opening night. And that is exactly what the staff turned out. THE occasional visits of Koussc vitsky and Stokowski leave us vaguely dissatisfied with our own or- chestra and our own conductor. It is true that Mr. Stock might admonish us mildly by saying that too much ex' citement in music is bad for the aesthetic digestion. But when the Bos' ton Symphony is here (as it was on the evening of October 29) we absorb ex' citement in large mouthfuls and are mightily sorry when the concert is over. Almost any critical charge can be leveled against Koussevitsky. His beat is often a split second ahead of his band. He frequently gives it the rush act. His drama in music is sometimes of the ten'twentythirty variety and his contrasts in dynamics disconcertingly abrupt. He is the big "I am" at the desk, a showman of the first order. But what of it? It is certainly the function of symphonic music to stir grandly the emotions of the listener, to arouse him from the critical lethargy induced by the millions of drab mo' ments in the concert hall, to make him quiver under the whip-lash of sound rather than to educate him steadily as if he were attending a university for audience. This, at least, is the way Kousse- vitsky leaves us. Excited with music, torn by its power under his baton. He gives us the Petrouch\a Suite, sharp and glittering, Stravinsky's pageant of puppet life. And despite the brittle' ness and hollow gaiety of this music for the theatre, we understand that this conductor has penetrated to the boreal depths of Stravinski's personality. The orchestra swings into folk tune as coachmen and grooms dance before the puppet stage of Petrouchka. And Koussevit^ky swings his baton through the air as if it were a steel knife. He is singing at the top of his voice because he is terribly excited. And so is every one else. THE beautiful Argentina came back to dance to a packed house at the Studebaker on November 3. It was not as dramatic an occasion as her last year's recital. Most of us knew what to expect, an impeccable tech' nique, a ravishing wardrobe, and a rec reation of Spanish and Filipino dances, modulated by the ballet traditions of the Continent for the benefit of Ameri' can observers. A dancing friend tells TI4C CHICAGOAN 39 me that her variations from the strict traditions of Spanish dance are vitally necessary to her success. He asserts that an afternoon of true Spanish danc ing would be a bore to the average pa- tron of the ballet. We are to believe then that Argentina's art is a skilful merger. As such it constitutes a marv- elous critical experience. Miguel Berdion, her pianist, offered up solos of Albeni* and De Falla with that competent but discouraged manner that assisting artists often have. * * * AT the Playhouse on the same day i Ernst Bacon plunged efficiently through a program of Brahams, Schu- mann, Mozart and Beethoven. He is an expert and vigorous pianist. George Houston, romeo of The "J^ew Moon and ex-principal of the American Opera Company, assisted in a group of Bacon's songs set for baritone to poems of Walt Whitman. They were not very good songs. Home, Suite Home [begin on page 37] FiveJEbpugand Cornell. Its plan is decidedly original and notable for its economy of space and the off-sets which provide a maximum of light and air. It is shaped like a T, a T with a base somewhat spread and uneven, such as a school band might form on a foot ball field, but distinctly attractive when done in red brick. A typical floor con tains four apartments, two of six rooms and three baths and two five room and two bath units, with cedar closets, fire place, built in bookshelves and ironing boards, plug in aerials, telephone niches and other refinements which are useful and attractive without suggesting a Goldberg cartoon. A play room which occupies the sunniest corner of the ground floor not only avoids lobby life for children but also helps to eliminate a lobby and to facilitate the passage of timid tenants from the street to their own doors with some degree of privacy. The Cornell elevation of the building faces down Fiftieth Street, thus secur ing a permanent view of the lake. The Barclay, Five Thousand East End Avenue, and the Indian co-op twins also of Chicago Beachland, as well as other buildings on the north side will be reviewed later. They might do well to send prospective ten ants and purchasers the tried and true message, "don't do anything until you've found out about me." 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Ontario -D-b/JLaware 19 0 9 A Little Something for the D en By LUCIA LEWIS WILD game, with me, reaches its apo theosis in mallard duck nestling next to a dish of wild rice and shining with orange sauce but, being an agreeable lass, I have listened for hours on end to expositions on that strange masculine passion for snarling tigers, fiercely tusked elephants and the ponderous hippo. The jungle has charms, indeed, one of the greatest of these being the fact that wives may have a perfectly swell time in the cities and hill stations while mighty male hunters penetrate into the wilds. Nor is that a heartless arrange- ment these days, for certain experts about- Town manage shooting trips so well that they have all the thrills with a modicum of the discomforts and dan ger with which the early Indian and African expeditions were fraught. They unroll a rich path of travel from your very door to the spot where the beast is brought down, skinned and enfolded among the home treasures. And in the meantime, as I said, womenfolk are delightfully spoiled if they have any friends at all among the white residents of the cities, men be ing as overwhelmingly numerous and gallant as they are. I'M not promising anything and it may be the glamour of distance, but those few feminine friends of mine who live in India do seem to be fussed over and cherished in a manner that is rare in our own land, where hostesses tear hair at the scarcity of desirable bachelors and said bachelors grow in sufferably smug. Designing mothers should look into the African or In dian situation, especially if their taste runs to British mine owners, officers, bankers, or sportsmen. But we started to talk about differ ent brands of big game hunting. The season in southern India is in its hey day from November to April when the prolific Central Provinces are open to sportsmen, and after April in the northern sections such as Kashmir which offer, I am told, some of the finest hunting in the world. Non- hunting travelers follow the same sea sons. The World Cruises which are starting off in December and January see southern India at its gayest. In addition to the World Cruises there are regular services by steamer from Mediterranean ports and an airplane service from Cairo to Karachi which does the trip in one week. So it is not so momentous a matter as it used to be to take a three months1 winter trip and get six splendid weeks in India out of it. THE winter season in Calcutta is something to aim for. Balls, races, much excitement everywhere. The city is thronged with pilgrims who come down to bathe in the Ganges at the eclipse of the moon. All the pomp of the British Empire is displayed at the military tattoos when regiments from all over India are marshalled in their brilliant uniforms, native cavalry men from the Sind Desert give their magnificent exhibitions of horseman ship, bearing down at full speed to pick up flaming torches with their tilted lances, flying from one horse to an other, altogether equalling any of the famous Cossacks. Bombay is more native than Cal cutta. The beautiful Parsee women, light and really Persian, are every where, perhaps the only women of the east who are as free to wander about alone as westerners. They are very wealthy, keen gamblers and always around the betting stand at the races, get all their clothes from Paris and are thoroughly exquisite and cultured. And when they die all this beauty is carried up the famous Malabar Hill and ex posed to the four winds in the Tower of Silence according to Parsee religious law. No one is allowed inside but it is considered quite the thing to ride up to the beautiful Hanging Gardens and higher to linger curiously about the rather dreadful burial place, where the vultures hover and pounce upon the earthly remnants of good Parsees long before the four winds get any chance TWECUICAGOAN 41 at all. It behooves us, however, to be gentle with Indian customs; the Par- sees are horrified by our method of burial and India has so much that is pure beauty, Katherine Mayo to con trary notwithstanding, that the trip should awe anyone. THIS of course would be the place for me to start on the Taj Mahal with the usual comment on the "in describable beauty" of the tomb and the pages and pages of description im mediately following. Never having seen the Taj I intensely regret the hundred or more rhapsodies I have read and heard, and only hope I can induce a blank in my mind before I do see it. It is, however, satisfactory to reflect that no one seems to be dis appointed no matter how much gush he has absorbed in advance. People, generally, seem to feel that a trip into India is quite a feat. It may be a financial one — though very comfortable three months1 trips can be covered by $3,000 including just about everything from Chicago back to Chicago. A physical feat the trip is not. Indian Railways are notably com fortable and efficient, the first class ac commodations exceptionally fine and roomy. In class compartments ar rangements are as pleasant as in our drawing rooms and in the special tour ist cars things are downright princely. These may be chartered by parties of eight or so, carry bedrooms, baths, kitchen and servants' quarters and are attached or detached from the main train at will at any designated spot. In rupees they sound expensive but compared to the actual cost of char tering a private car here they are en- joyably reasonable. Probably the best things along this line are the hunting trips arranged by the big game department of Thomas Cook or the Alexander Barns Com pany, which specialises in sports tours to India and Africa, shooting in Scot land, fishing in New Zealand, etc. I feel it takes a Britisher to do these sports up well and both companies are British. The local office of Alexander Barns is at 19 East Elm Street. For the more usual kind of trip to India, no guns or game, the services of an ex pert travel agent are just as invaluable. The good tourist bureaux handle these trips efficiently. Thomas Cook and Barns with their long Indian experience are expert at it, and so is the Amerop Bureau. marl Pearl .Dags x earl X estoons Pendant (chokers ^M.arcasite Jvmgs Chanel Bracelets Evening Earrings Real Stone Necklaces J# '{*C PEAf y\P SHO PEARL P FASHION JEWELERS • ELEVEN EASr WASHINGTON CHICAGO C-UI-R- I y -T- M AS W^^l^^^',;i^lJ% W^i ^?m rrh>e Hotel AA.ia.nrti Be^-<3ln-, Plor-ida. The remaining few among the fastidious inner circle who have delayed securing preferred accommodations at Miami Beach this season, will be interested to know that a limited number of reser vations are still available at the Pancoast for December and March. Possibilities of disappointment may be lessened by telegraphing today. American Plan, Dec. 1 to April 15 European Plan, April 15 to Dec. 1 J. A. Paxcoast L- B. Sprague Owner-Proprietor Manager 42 THE CHICAGOAN The Belmont AN ENVIRONMENT WHERE THE MAN NER OF LIVING IS AN ADORNMENT TO LIFE ITSELF WITH LAKE MICHI GAN AND LINCOLN PARK ON YOUR DOOR STEP A FEW SUITES FUR- NISHED TO THE INDIVIDUAL TASTE IF DESIRED ARE AVAILABLE FOR SHORT OR LONG TERM LEASES— WITH ACCOMMO DATIONS, TOO, FOR THE TRANSIENT VISIT OF DAYS At 3100 North Telephone BITTERSWEET 2100 Under the personal direction of MONSIEUR B. E. de MURG BOOK/ The Current Russians By SUSAN WILBUR I HAVE never 1 been to Russia. It is even some years since I stopped wanting to go there, spent all the pennies in the barrel marked Russia, ceased bombarding the ancestral Kroch's bookstore for Artzy- basheff in the original, and embarked on a progressive forgetting of what all those bTs, H's, and backward R's were about. Russia is, however, still there. Of this fact there can be no doubt. Wit ness all the books — I was going to say pro and con, but fortunately remem bered that in the nature of things prac tically all of them are con — that have been published about it in the course of the present Fall book season. Yes, Russia is still there. But what, I keep asking myself book to book, has become of the Russians? Citizens there are, to be sure, in this Russia that still so incontrovertibly exists. Peo ple who are being fed, clothed, ad ministered, educated, propagandised, mechanized, and what not, as people were never fed, clothed, administered, propagandized or mechanized before. Now and again, in fact, you see pic tures, of them. In the con books, they appear as mobs, with blank or brutish or angry faces and clothes out of some body 's grandmother's attic trunk. In the pro book (singular) they are shown sitting tidily in class rooms looking to see what it says on the blackboard. And stories have been written about these citizens. Two volumes of stories from soviet Russia have been brought out only recently: Azure Cities and one with Love in the title, — stories about citizens in an organized state perform ing for better and sometimes for worse brave, clear-cut, radical, highly the oretical actions that prove something or other. BUT these are not Russians. Rus sians are a thing you can't fool me about. I have known them inti mately for years. Whiskered creatures with definite ups and downs, chiefly downs. People who sound a little as though their author had read Dickens, even those authors who were writing before Dickens was born. Of course there used to be also a second kind of Russians, long slithery green eyed dukes and princesses. But these you wouldn't expect to find in a Russian story now adays; they have quite naturally all migrated to the stories about Paris. In his preface to Kataev's The Erw hezzlers, now published quite authorita tively in English after having been excitedly pirated all over the continent, Stephen Graham throws up his cap. The Russians, he shouts, have got their sense of humor back! The censorship has been lifted! At least at one corner-. And here indeed are Russians that anyone who has read Gogol, Tchekov, Dostoevsky, Goncharov, Kuprin, or who have read, can recognize. A chief ac countant plodding his weary way to and fro between home, where the under wear dries depressingly over the stove, to a bureau where the messenger greets him with a glass of tea. And then com mitting a crime that nobody, least of all himself, seems able to avert. For has not every firm in their building had one by one to go out of business owing to officials absconding with the funds? And it was really all of it Nikita the messenger's doing. Once started, how ever, Philip Stepanovitch and young Ivan the cashier proceed from Moscow to Leningrad, to the provinces, to Kharkov, and back to jail. Every time they get thoroughly drunk they seem to wake up on a train. Young Ivan worrying because he can't find time for a bath. Philip Stepanovitch because the accounts simply won't balance even at those auspicious moments when he remembers that there was a seventy- five ruble item: lobsters. And there, still safe under Soviet auspieces, are all the Russians that you used to know. Ivan's old mother in the country, and her vodka drinking neighbors. Not to mention the former Tsar — impersonated to be sure by a baker from across the Neva — sur rounded by members of the ancient nobility, among them Irene, of the half-closed eyes and "long straddling legs." TI4E CHICAGOAN 43 "Do What You war MANY novelists have a way of relapsing, after a successful novel, into a book of short stories. Aldous Huxley, on the contrary, fol lowing Point Counter Point has re lapsed all the way into essays. His new book is entitled Do What Tou Will and may be described in either one of two ways. The essays are humorous enough to justify the term debunk, though if you prefer to concentrate on their "high seriousness" — it is there, plenty of it — you may utilize instead some such expression as transvaluation of values. Mr. Huxley is enough of a sociolo gist and a scientist to escape the senti mental temptation of the cult of St. Francis — whom he treats in a manner that Mr. Chesterton is quite sure not to like — and is on the other hand enough of a poet to escape the fallacies of abstraction that those fall into who attempt to adopt modern science as their exclusive philosophical diet. Thus Mr. Huxley believes in keeping close to earth — witness his analysis of what was wrong with Swift when he made a fetich of physiological processes — but at the same time he declines to be spiritual about it. When he comes across the "cozy sublimities" of Words worth's Lake Region he quotes a little and then asks what Wordsworth would have done in the presence of Nature when she really gets going, uninhibited by the English climate. "Wandering in the hothouse darkness of the jungle, he would not have felt so serenely cer tain of those 'Presences of Nature,' those 'Souls of Lonely Places' which he was in the habit of worshipping on the shores of Windermere and Rydal. The sparse inhabitants of the equatorial forests are all believers in devils." In his essay on Revolutions, Mr. Huxley predicts that the progress of capitalism will bring about the very equalization of income which the social ist G. B. Shaw desiderates. And will Utopia follow? No, says our cheerful author. We shall all die of boredom. "Sincerity ONE of the beautiful things about The Private Life of Helen of Troy was the fact that her outlook seemed so modern. While the beauty of John Erskine's new book Sincerity: A Story of Our Time, if it may be said to have a beauty, or indeed if it be really new — [continued on page 48] 545 MICHIGAN AVENUE NORTH FASHIONS for the SOUTHLAND A special collection, embracing costumes for active and spectator sports, the tea hour, dinner and the dance. You will enjoy assembling a ward robe for your Southern sojourn in this incomparable institution. NOW! Tex Austin, Managing Director TWICE DAILY At 3 and 8 P.M. Nov. 16 to 24 STADIUM 1800 West Madison Street TH RILLS and SPILLS ! 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CI4ICACOCNNC Costume Jewels ana Christmas Gadgets By MARCIA VAUGHN THAT story about the princess who was so exquisitely sen.' sitive she could feel a navy bean through a dozen featherbeds al' ways seemed pretty far-fetched to me until I fell into the hands of the styl ists. These delicate souls have me quivering in agony when the line of a hat does not fall into the rhythm of the coat, when an afternoon lipstick bobs up under evening lights, or the tone of the glove is a mite off in its relation to the shoe. And it all makes life pretty difficult and a shade more expensive. It is difficult for instance, to buy anything so simple as a string of beads on the spur of the moment. What costume will they be worn with, what type, what color, what neckline? How do the beads blend with eyes, com- plexion, hair? Are they intended to make a plump neck look slender or a scrawny one plumper? And so it goes with everything we get these days, from powder to handkerchiefs. But, verily, there are compensations. IT is this coordination frenzy that is responsible for the costume jewelry that has been developed to fit into the whole scheme of things rather than as a little unit by itself. This lovely new array adds a zest to shopping that it never had when beads and trinkets were just pretty little makeshifts for those who couldn't afford the diamonds and emeralds. Now, very frequently, the woman with well chosen costume jewelry is more distinctive and fashion- able than the one all decked out in the wrong kind of precious jewels. With coutouriers giving their atten tion to every slightest detail of the harmonious costume it is only natural that this complete effect should be dis tinctive, for they have a feeling for the line and fundamentals beneath the present fashions that is important in developing any one detail. Maggy Rouff, for instance, has designed a necklace and bracelets set of woven gold that falls in perfectly with the long flowing lines of her dresses and those of Lelong, Vionnet and Patou. Almost an inch wide it lies flat around the neck and ends at the side in a knot and dash of gold fringe. The bracelet matches and the warm gold of the set does just the right thing for greens and browns. THEN Suzanne Talbot, who af fects the piquancy of baby bonnet hats, the gay, insouciant sort of thing, designs a much less sculptural piece in her famous prisoner's chain. It is sil ver, a long tube of tiny woven links and very heavy and sinister seeming, but really as light as air. These are both at Field's. The very feminine delicacy of certain Chanel pieces at Gertrude Kopelman's is lovely with chiffon and net evening gowns. One necklace has pearls on a chain of ba guette crystals and another is all lacy crystal festoons that would make a de lightful bit for the younger fashion able. They also have a chain of the pearls with the long pendant in back to enhance the low decotellage of the moment. Frederic's have a group of these, too, in their very lovely synthetic pearls. Synthetic pearls are about the only form of costume jewelry in which out right imitation is considered smart. These Frederic and Tecla pearls have so much life and color that only an expert could really tell them apart, and simulated pearls can be much more easily made up into fashionable forms of costume pieces than the precious string of Orientals which really is too costly to be disturbed every season. Some of the most up to the moment forms at Tecla and Frederic's are in the three or four strand short necklaces and in the longer ones with the crystal clasps at the side or crystal drops down the back. SOME of the most attractive pieces are in the semi-precious stones this year. Spaulding-Gorham show a mag nificent array of chokers and long chains in all the semi-precious varia tions — the rare blue of chalcedony set off by tiny crystal beads, a lovely mot tled old topaz chain, rose quartz, and everything else under the sun. They TI4E CHICAGOAN 45 also use these stones in some handsome earrings. Perhaps the most unusual pieces with semi-precious stones are the carved rings at Saks-Fifth Avenue. These are not stones set into gold or any other metal but the whole ring is fashioned out of the one stone, with a tiny dog or horse carved out of the top. Saks also show two unusual necklaces, one of carnelian and baked rudrax seeds which look like tiny carved brown beads, and another of braided leather, crystal and stone — the leather coming in any color you wish. Antiques are very much in the swing. As I have said before, Field's have some, and Frederic's and Blum's have very fine collections. Another splendid group is that collected by Stevens' antique department on their second floor. Here is one of the love liest cameos I have seen, a very delicate ly modeled beauty so perfect that even her cheek looks warm and glowing and human, on a lovely long chain. There are several pairs of exquisite earrings and one very fine gold bracelet from China, a broad heavy band with lavish ly carved panels all around it. This is a gorgeous piece. This department at Stevens has a group of modern pieces from Spain which have old Moorish designs en ameled in black on gold. Very stun ning in bracelets, rings and pins. (Deep, warm gold, by the way, is in high favor and has supplanted all the green and white golds.) ANOTHER excellent antique col- i\ lection is that shown by Pea cock's. There is a particularly lovely gold link bracelet, enameled in black, (this enameling is very smart, both in old and new things) with a very fine cameo set in the center. There are pendant earrings with lapis lazuli beads set into gold decorated by the delicate gold wire that so many of the old jewelers used and which cannot be reproduced. An English necklace is all fine gold wire and elastic as any rub ber band. A bracelet and choker set of heavy gold links is just as dashing and modernistic as if it had been de signed today instead of somewhere in the seventeen or eighteen hundreds. That is why much of this old jewelry is so perfect for modern costumes. The more delicate extremely feminine pieces, too, fit into the modern scheme of gracious, flowing clothes, so if you have any old cameos or beads or earrings, prepare to use them now. Gift Suggestions One of the best ideas that has come my way in a long time is the develop ment of some toilet preparations for the young bud. Girls in their teens must give their complexions very faithful attention, because it is during these years that so many acne and pore troubles develop — ask the nearest skin specialist. And they arc crazy about cosmetics, either choosing the wrong thing if permitted to indulge or be ing very misunderstood young things if their parents are firm. Jean Stuart's Junior Deb 46 TWE CHICAGOAN THE CHICAGOAN Rejects a Drawing Memorandum to Artist: Ladies and gentlemen in formal dress do not ride the common carriers. Your studious strap-hanger can not be expected to acquire the clearly needed top hat he cannot find advertised in the newspaper he cannot read. His teetering com panion cannot debark at the smart shoppe your convey ance does not serve. Your characters are plainly of the carriage trade. Please re-draw the pic ture to show the lady and gentleman alighting from their limousine upon an un- jostled curb; add an indi cation of uniformed door man disputing footman's equally braided authority. Give a suggestion of shop- window and doorway in background, but leave no printed matter in evidence. Shoppers of this class know precisely what they want and where to buy it. They read The Chicagoan, wherein purveyors to the carriage trade list their wares clearly and concisely in columns uncluttered by the miscellany of the millions. THE CHICAGOAN Art Department Charm Box solves all difficulties. The Stuart preparations with their fine oatmeal base are especially kind to young skins and this box has all the preparations especially made and assembled for the girl in her teems — light cleansing cream, very dainty bath tablets and sachets, fine powder, an excellent medicated lotion for acne and sev eral other charming items. A perfect gift — at Saks-Fifth Avenue. If you are one of the people who never think early enough of orders for monogramming and the like, try the very nice linen handkerchiefs already mono- grammed with two initials at Field's. The line includes every conceivable combination of two initials and so many people are using only two names these days that they should fit in a lot of places. * For those friends who have a fancy for very, very clear and sheer dark col ored stockings — you know how hard it is to get a really clear pair of black chiffon — look at the Propper hose in Carson's. They click, nine times out of ten. * One of the pet gadgets for aviators — pilot or passenger — is a thin gold anklet with a nameplate to be engraved as pur' chased. Yes, they really do wear them on the ankle, and our most he-men pilots do it. At Spaulding-Gorham. Saks-fifth avenue are taking those tremendously popular cigarette package' toppers and decorating them with smart enamel designs which should appeal to many a Christmas gifter. They also have some good looking enameled cigarette cases trimmed in marcasite — and inexpensive. * Sneer at the old embroidered tie- racks as you will but touch not a rod of that very efficient leather and metal tie rack at Capper and Capper. It hangs on the wall, the rods for the ties snap down or up out of the way, and it holds scads and scads of ties. Also at Capper and Capper; ever so many good-looking Dunhill cases and lighters, always fine gifts; lovely scarfs in real Paisley designs, imported from Lon don and remarkably reasonable in price for a' that; and some ludicrous table lighters from Austria carved into silly little dog and animal figures. * A real find for a lover of modern art in one of its most beautiful forms is the display of Lalique glass at Burley's. Amaz ingly low prices on the most exquisite dress ing table bottles in carved glass, on vases and boxes of the opaque, bubbly glass that Lalique uses so effectively, and ever so many things. Don't miss this. * Speaking of dressing tables, an un- usual set of mirror and brush and comb at Saks is very distinguished and very mod ern in square black design. The material is the most interesting feature — a black wood with a finish and sheen exactly like moire. * Not exactly a Christmas gift but cer- tainly designed to gladden the season, Make Your Party a Success In Chicago's Most Popular Party Rooms for Dances, Dinners, Weddings! Brilliant party rooms — Novel settings for distinc tive affairs. The lavish Ori ental Room — the luxurious Towne Club or moderneSil- ver Club on the Roof. Gra cious service — a fine cui sine. Prices most attractive. Menus and suggestions su b- mitted without obligation. Hotel Knickerbocker Walton PI. at Michigan Blvd. (Opposite The Drake) J.I. 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Wicked Old Chicago [begin on page 11] My historian, Frederick Francis Cook, who was present in his capacity of Times representative, has handed down to posterity his impressions of the gathering. It was a bright moon light evening. There had been a heavy snowfall, and conditions were ideal for sleighing. Alcoholic laughter chimed with the jingling bells as private sleigh ing parties set out from the town's most exclusive maisons. With a fanfare of tin horns, the Board of Trade delega tion started out from Dearborn and Randolph streets in a four-horse gon dola sleigh, each horse ringed with musical bells. Hyman proved himself a prince of hosts and did the honors "with the grace of a Ward McAllister." The festivities began with dancing. The guests were ceremoniously introduced, and all the formalities of the haut monde were observed. Yet, withal, the girls were made up for the stage, rather than the ballroom, and "an at mosphere of insincerity and make-be lieve" prevailed. Midnight brought an intermission for supper, and the guests were ushered in to a dinner that was not perfect, but perfection. The conduct was most punctilious until the champagne began ¦ to get in its deadly work. "I felt instinctively,11 says Mr. Cook, "that the charmer assigned to me was somewhat out of the common. The something in her eye, and the superior manner in which she tossed her auburn- covered head, carried the conviction that here was a spirit that needed only well-directed encouragement to reveal the workings of an impenitent soul. "Therefore, one did what one might to snip here and there a restraining fetter; and, quick to seize the psycho logical moment, she inquired who my favorite poet might be. ... 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Book: [BEGIN ON PAGE 42] I shouldn't be surprised to find out a hundred years from now that he had got it out of his trunk — would by analogy be that his characters have so deliciously the flavor of the antique. Not the very antique, but certainly the pre-war. His radical young girl doesn't do a companionate marriage, but a trial marriage. His two heroines date from the era when a literary friendship between women was the one really romantic thing, and acceptance by the Atlantic Monthly the one really literary thing. Though his hero — or perhaps Garl is technically his villain — does appear to date from slightly earlier, say from the epoch of the great memoir writers. Not since the days of the monarchy in France have gentle men gone about seducing with just Carl's gesture. Frankness or directness I suppose we should now call what Isabel was incapable of doing anything but write about. Sincerity they called it then. And nowadays it would all no doubt end in a complex — i. e., in a psychiatrist's office — instead of in a law suit. The whole psychology of Sincerity is Ibsen rather than Freud. * The Count's Ball, by Raymond Radi- guet. Translated by Malcolm Cowley. (Norton.) Moralness of the latest cut as envisaged in the salons of post-war Paris by an author who died young and who is introduced by his friend Jean Cocteau. Fugitive's Return, by Susan Glaspell. (Frederick A. Stokes Company.) A novel which brings into play all three of Miss Glaspell's intimately known back grounds: Iowa, Cape Cod, and modern Greece, and presents a heroine with red hair who prefers to live in the traditions, marries a man more contemporary than herself, emerges from the consequent crisis stricken dumb, finds healing in the old ways at Delphi, and then is wrenched back to speech and to the memory of her past by the cruelty of the villagers. Jfirtydtf'e/faaftjft'e. 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And in the Next CHICAQOAN Cardinal Mundelein The Man and the Archbishop of Chicago By EUGENE WEARE The writer of "Samuel Insull — Depository of Power" paints with his inimitably intimate prose a paragraph picture of His Eminence, Ceorge Cardinal Mundelein, Chief Priest to 1,500,000 communicants, President, Board- Chairman, General Manager and sole director of a business grossing $30,000,000 annually— a New York East Side boy who became one of the foremost ecclesiastical dignitaries of the Century. An Excerpt : "This, then, is the Cardinal Archbishop of Chicago as you see him: A fine, cultured ecclesiastic with the face of an esthete and the bearing of a prince. He likes to play golf and he does, every chance he gets. And when the weather is forbidding and he is compelled to stay indoors he takes himself to the cellar of his home where, alone and unattended, he practices shots against the coming of a brighter day. 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