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The Four Marx Brothers come back, cuckoo as ever, perhaps a bit more so. Groucho chatters his audience into limp merriment, Harpo tears around in mad pantomime and crazy tricks, Chico ap' pears, the perfect goof. Aided by an excellent cast and libretto — not that they need it. Charles Collins waxes enthusi' asticaHy praiseful in his review in this issue. Curtain 8:15. Sat. 2:15. Mon day to Friday, $4.40. Sat. and Sun. $5.50. Matinee, $3. ^BLACKBIRDS— A del phi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A negro revue with tap-dancing, strutting, and low- down blues such as have not hit the Town since Shuffle Along. A stirring dusky choir, and altogether a gay and exciting affair. If you saw Porgy don't miss the Blackbirds' jibes at the Guild production. Curtain 8:20. Wed and Sat. 2:30. Sat. and Sun., $4.40. Mon. to Fri., $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. EARL CARROLL'S VANITIES — Er- langer% 127 North Clark, State 2461. Carroll's yearly effort, this time with W. C. Fields. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. *NINA ROSA— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. It's just one Romberg operetta after another at the Great Northern. This one is quite, quite new and has not yet been heard on Broadway but the whole country will be whistling "My First Love — My Last Love" and "Your Smiles, Your Tears" in just no time at all. Opens January 13. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:20. Sat. and Wed. 2:20. Sat. and Sun., $4.40. Mon. to Fri., $3.85. Wed. mat., $2.50. Sat. mat, $3. WHOOPEE— Illinois, 65 East Jackson. Harrison 6510. The heavily heralded Ziegfeld extravaganza with Eddie Cantor, a stageful of Lady Godivas, and other things opens here Jan. 20. To be re viewed. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Drama ?BIRD IH HAND— Harris, 170 N. Dear born. Central 8240. John Drinkwater takes a flier in light comedy and does it exceedingly well. A deft amusing play of English modes and manners, reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Nights, $3. Matinees, $2.50. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Sophisticate, by Sandor Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Edible and Eyeable 4 Editorially 7 The First Gentleman of Chicago, The Town's Happiest Gentleman Sketches His Philosophy, by Lloyd Lewis 9 The Decline of the Colyumn, A Columnist Surveys the Sad Estate of the Business in General, by Ralph Cannon 11 Overtones, by John C. Emery 12 Dr. Maud Slye — Chicagoan, A Per sonality Sketch, by Seymour Ber\son 13 Masquerade, by Clarence Biers.. 14 Town Talk 15 Distortion, by O. Soglou; 17 The Stage, by Charles Collins. 18 Helen Menken — Portrait, by "Hat Karson 19 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 21 Musical Notes, by Robert Polla\ 24 Home Suite Home, by Ruth G. Berg man 26 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 28 Go, Chicago, by Lucia Lewis... 30 Books, by Susan Wilbur 34 THE CHICACOAN'S Theater Ticket Service Stars opposite theaters listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in advance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 20. ILLEGAL PRACTICE— Playhouse, 410 South Michigan. Harrison 2300. A farce — or maybe it's a melodrama. Mildly amusing and fairly exciting. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. ?INFINITE SHOEBLACK— Princess, 319 South Clark. Central 8240. Helen Menken and Leslie Banks in the latest offering of Chicago's alert and able Dramatic League. Reviewed on page 18. To be succeeded on Jan. 20 by the fourth play in the League series, a drama tization of G. B. Stern's powerful "Ma triarch," featuring Constance Collier. For both plays: Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Nights, $3. Matinees, $2. +JUHE MOON— Selwyn, 180 North Dear born. Central 3404. A rollicking take off on Tin Pan Alley and the perpetra tors of theme songs, by Ring Lardner and Kaufman. Highly praised by Charles Collins in this issue. Curtain 8:2? and 2:25. Mat. Thurs. and Sat. Sun. to Fri., $3. Sat., $3.85. Sat. mat., $2.50. Thurs. mat., $2. STRANGE INTERLUDE— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Eugene O'Neill's record-breaking piece. Tosh, according to Charles Collins and others; epoch-making drayma to some. At any rate, an interesting experiment. Begins promptly at 5:30 o'clock, offers an in terval from 7:45 until 9 for dinner and gets you to bed sometime after 11. There are neither Sunday nor matinee perform ances. Remember, 5:30 sharp. +STREET SCENE— Apollo, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. Elmer Davis' PuliUer Prize play of strenuous life in slum streets. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Sunday to Friday, $3. Sat., $3.85. Mati nees, $2.50. THE PRIHCESS AND THE GOBLIH— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. The Junior League in a new fantasy cheered every Saturday morning by its delighted child audience — and some Peter Pannish adults. Curtain 10:30 a. m. *THE £UEEN WAS IN THE PAR LOUR— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Cen tral 8240. A new and acidly clever piece by Noel Coward, with Pauline Frederick in the leading role. To be reviewed. Cur tain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Satur day night, $3. Other nights, $2.50. Matinees, $2.00. TOUR DU MONDE— Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. A thoroughly amusing romp with Jules Verne's Around the World in 80 Days. Followed Jan. 25 by The Field God, whose author is Paul Green of Pulitzer [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. 9— Jan. 18, 1930. 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Princess lines and graceful flares, dainty laces and delicate col ors, all reflect a luxuri ous season. im 041 CAGOAN Prise fame. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Mat. Fri. only, 2:30. No Mon day performance. *CIVIC SHAKESPEARE SOCIETY— Civic Theater, Wacker Drive at Wash ington. Chicago's own endowed theater in the new Opera Building, with a Shakespearean repertoire company headed by Fritz Leiber and re-enforced by a vet eran and talented cast which presents the Bard zestfully indeed. Week of Jan. 13, As You Li\e It. Week of Jan. 20, King Lear. Week of Jan. 27, Taming of the Shrew. Evenings and Sat. mat., $2.50. - Wed. mat. $2. Vaudeville *THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977. Vaudeville in a superior thea ter with stars of the first water headlining each week under the R. K. O. standard Sat., Sun., holidays, $2. Week nights, $1.50. Matinee every day, $1. MUSIC CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— The first year in the resplendent new opera house is drawing to a close. Last performance on February 1. Until then, every night, Sunday excepted; matinee, Saturday and Sunday. Saturday night, popular prices. 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. COHCERTS — Katharine Goodson, pianiste, recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday after noon, Jan. 12 at 3:30. Harry Melnikoff, violinist, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 12, at 3:00. Stanley Lichtenstein, tenor, recital, Kimball Hall, Wednesday evening, Jan. 15, at 8:15. Mischa Elman, violinist, recital, Orches tra Hall, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 19, at 3:30. Naomi Hewitt, celliste, recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 19, at 3:30. Laura Stroud, pianiste, recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 19, at 3:30. Jose Echaniz, pianist, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 19, at 3 :00. Minneapolis Sym phony Orchestra, Henri Verbrugghen, conductor, concert, Orchestra Hall, Tues day evening, Jan. 21, at 8:15. Muriel Dartan, soprano, Jean Dansereaw, pianist [listings begin on page 2] and Mary Garden in an all modern pro gram, Crystal Ballroom, Blackstone Hotel, Friday morning, Jan. 24, at 11:15. Re turn engagement — La Argentina, dancer, recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday after noon, Jan. 26, at 3:30. Harold Samuel, pianist, recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 26, at 3:30. Guy Maier and Lee Pattison, two-piano recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Jan. 26, at 3:00. TABLES Downtown BLACKSTOHE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. The Black- stone maintains its unquestionable pres tige, food, service, and the string music of ' Herr Margraff. August Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. The largest of all hotels, The Stevens is nevertheless careful of each individual guest. Ralph Foote's band for night dancing. A tasty lunch eon in the Colchester Grill; where the special Strange Interlude dinner is also served, from 7:45 to 9:00, to the strains of Joska de Barbary's orchestra. Fey is headwaiter in the main dining room. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Long a show place noted for Peacock Alley and the Balloon Room, the Congress gives loving care to its menu as well. Cuisine is notable and Ray Barette is maitre d'hotel. Ben Bernie's band, recently of the Kit Kat Club in London, now plays nigktly in the Pompeiian Room from 6 to 9, in the Balloon room from 10 to 2, and on Satur days in the Balloon Room at 3. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A gracious and hospit able hotel carefully victulated and ade quately served. An unusually good hotel orchestra plays in its main dining room. Muller is maitre d'hotel. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. A night club in the genuine Russian manner, extremely well fed and excellently entertained. Kinsky is chief servitor. Khmara is master of ceremonies. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Always a notable night place, the Bal Tabarin offers, in addition to its various entertainment, the amazing dec oration of Wilfred's clavilux. Gene Fos- dick's band. Wallis is headwaiter. COLLEGE LNN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. The College Inn keeps draw ing 'em in, with Lloyd Huntley's band and a changeful floor show. Braun is headwaiter. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal St. Wabash 0770. Eng lish cookery here reaches high merit in sedate and handsome English environ ment. A memorable choice for luncheon. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. A very adequately served institution in the German tradition. Long a savior to LaSalle Street. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. A popular luncheon spot on the Boulevard attended noon times and at dinner by nice people. North EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. A very adequate dinner and dance choice pulsing to Ted Fio-Rito's band, well fed and serviced. Friday night is college. J. A. Pappadis is maitre d'hotel. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. A brilli ant, set in the 24-karat environment of the genuine Gold Coast. Worldly, wise, and wealthy patrons. Splendid, unosten tatious service. John Birgh is headwaiter. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Largest of class hotels and a focal point for nice (and ordinarily young) people. Riley's band for dancing. Peter Ferris is head- waiter. THE GREEK MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. A large and well-be haved North side cabaret. Merry and late, with entertainment every night by the tireless Tex Guinan. Ralph Burke is headwaiter. • BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. An excellent dinner choice, extremely competent kitchen. Fine service for teas, luncheons, and all manner of special parties. August Mayer is headwaiter. GIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. A knowing restaurant in the true Parisian manner, apt to be formal and certain to number notable diners at its tables. It deserves a Croix de Cuisine. Louis Stef- fins is headwaiter. BLACK OAKS— 7631 Sheridan Road. Briargate 2646. First aid for frenzied hostesses. An impeccable atmosphere for bridge luncheons, teas, receptions, and dinners. Rooms for cards, club meetings, musicales, and arrangements deftly han dled by Wilhelmina Howland. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. Late and lively. Hos- TUG CHICAGOAN tesses, entertainment, and gay customers. Dan Barone presides. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. The loudest night club ever heard. Every night, informal, hey- hey, and screaming. L'AIGLOKL— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A handsome French restaurant, lavishly seen to by Mons. Teddy Majerus. There are private dining rooms and a string of larger dining rooms all served with noble French and Orleans victuals. Dancing until two and quiet little rooms for those who choose to talk and eat instead. Alphonse and Frank are head- waiters. JIM IRELAHD'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. A seafood restaurant provided with a veritable encyclopedia of edible fishes. Open until 4:00 A. M. Some thing of a show place. Jim Ireland us ually oversees in person. JULIEKS— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. A conservatory of the scallop and frog leg brought to table in the French table d'hote manner and beginning its courses promptly at 6:30 P. M. A show place, and deservedly so. Mama Julien oversees. Telephone for reservation. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. A steak and sandwich store open for a late night crowd and better served than is usual in after evening places. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. A dis tinguished luncheon and dinner place with excellent cuisine. An easy walk from the loop. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. Very sturdy Swedish eating place seen to with finesse in the kitchen and a knowing choice for luncheon or dinner. The smorgasbrod is swell. South CAFE LOUISIAHE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. A temple devoted to the religion of Creole dining, of which cult Mons. Gaston Alciatore is high priest. A monument to civilized eating. Better consult Gaston or Max, the head- waiter, by telephone some hours before a Louisiane meal. There is, however, an adequate table d'hote and dancing. SHORELAHD— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. A splendid inn on the South Side, offering a cosmopolitan menu and superb service. A fortunate thought on Sunday. Sundry THE VITTORIA— 746 Taylor. A tasty dining hall, indeed, boasting Sig. Joe Ambra's magnificent ravioli, splendid fried chicken deftly prepared in olive oil with leeks, an assortment of Italian sweet cookies and Sig. Joe doubles on the man dolin. M ARCELLO'S— 1408 S. Wabash, second floor. A robust Italian place crowded, happy, sinfully well fed on antipasto, spaghetti, steak or chicken dinners served lavishly and well. Steve is headwaiter. Marcello usually oversees. A mild ad venture. THE RAVENNA— Division at Wells. A Hungarian institute plainly set forth but robustly prodigal in the kitchen. Open until very late with a theatrical crowd like as not. And music upon fiddle and spinet. GASTIS— 3259 N. Clark. A Swedish lyceum of good dining, most ample of all on the tablecloth. It is satisfying, novel, unpretentious and bewilderingly cheap. nviting you to the Special a STRANGE INTERLUDE DINNER In the very near future — you will want to see Eugene O'Neill's widely discussed play, "Strange Interlude" — now playing in Chicago. So that you may enjoy the special dinner hour (from 7:45*o 9:00 P. M.) fully as much as you enjoy the play — we cordially invite you to the special "Strange Interlude" Dinner being served every evening (except Sundays and Holidays) in a restaurant whose traditions are as interesting as those of the theater itself. The Colchester Room in the Stevens Hotel — just across the street from the theater. You will find the traditional hospitality of the Colchester Room a fitting interlude to your evening's enjoyment of "Strange Interlude" and you will find, too, a restful hour of leisure. There will be many special features including dinner music by Joska de Babary and his famous Salon trio. This dinner will add only $1.50 to your expenses for the evening, but will add immeasurably to your pleasure. Your friends will be here and we shall be expecting you, too. THE STEVENS The Worlds Greatest Hotel ft 6 TI4ECUICAG0AN THE SALON C f W C L O C K & BAUER rf j* ^ \ he Oalon's J^lif OouthwarJ Sunny skies . . . warm, bronze sands . . . lilting, careiree chatter . . . iashionables on holiday. Ii you could but (peek, you d see now many, many smart wardrobes were completed at tke Salon, ior southward jaunts! And no wonder... the Salon s Southern Fashions have never been so smart ... so thrillingiy ieminine. They are dreams ol the loveliest Footwear . . . come true I Illustrated ... A Cotton-Weave Shoe . . . one ol the newest ana smartest iashions and labrics ior Southern wear, $18.50. ^ \ WOLOCK & BAU ER MICHIGAN • AVENUE • AT • MADISON CHICAGOAN WILLIAM BOLITHO, an Eng lish man-of-letters, spent a few weeks in Chicago recent ly. He was here "on business" — which means, since a writer's business is to write, that he was gathering material for literary use. Certain by-products of his visit have ap peared on the editorial page of the He™ Y°rk World— a series of articles dealing with his impressions of Chicago. They give him high rank among contemporary chroniclers of the Chicago legend. His novelist's eye was fascinated by the glimpses of the entrails of Chicago which he caught from a Pullman car window. The hour-long panorama of fantastic industrial ism which stretches from Gary to the LaSalle Street station kindled his imagination. He was thrilled. Even the great gray hinterland of toilers' shabby homes stirred him. "These Chicago back-streets," he says, "are the most fascinating in the world." The approach from the east by railroad is something that the average Chicagoan never brags about. He is likely to apologize for its prodigious ugliness. And yet it is, as Mr. Bolitho points out, one of the amazing sights of the modern world. "All great industrial cities," he says, "have surroundings stranger than anything in the moon." And among them, he declares, Chicago's far-flung nightmare of- smoke and steel is the strangest — the most provocative of the mood of wonder. So look out of the car window, the next time you ride through the Calumet region on the Twentieth Century, and pretend you are a poet. It will be a rewarding hour. THIS is, among other things, the Athletic Age in American civilisation. The great growth of public in terest in games of skill and strength during the past ten years may be noted as a favorable trait in the national character. It offsets certain symptoms of decadence that are plainly visible — our feverish obsession with the subject of sex, for example. The athleticism of the era will be expressed in the pro gram of the World's Fair of 1933. A committee of lead ers in the realm of sports has been appointed to supplement the exposition with an impressive pageant of competitions in all branches of athletic prowess. Football, as the most popular of amateur sports, will receive special emphasis. Therefore we wish to toss the committee a suggestion. Let there be placed upon the calen dar for 1933 an exhibition to be held on Soldier Field under the title of "The History of Football." It should be a con test between two squads of All- Americans which will illus trate the evolution of the game. The first quarter should be Rugby— the British game out of which American intercollegiate football sprang. The Editorially second quarter should be football in the j style that prevailed when Walter Camp was a star at Yale. The third quarter should be played according to the mass-and-power tech nique of the "five yards in three downs" period, with 1900 as a convenient date for the rule-book. The fourth quar ter, of course, should be the modern forward-passing game. The changes in uniform, as well as the rules, should be fol lowed; and the players should be carefully trained in preparation for the event. This is a veritable Tex Rickard of an idea. Such a game would be amusing, picturesque and instructive; and its pos sibilities for ballyhoo would be unlimited. Amos Alonzo Stagg, please note. THE dramatic critics of Chicago occasionally italicize our theatrical provincialism by going to New York to see the Broadway hits. These little journeys polish up their veneer of sophistication and enable them to meet the first-night Babbittry, who persistently yodel, "I saw this show in New York," on equal terms. If the process were reversed, if the dramatic critics of New York should come to Chicago in search of material, it would be like the parable of the man who bit the dog. It would be news. It would be "a story." Well, it happened recently. Brooks Atkinson, dramatic critic of the "Hew Yor\ Times, made a trip to Chicago to attend performances of the Civic Shakespeare Society. His observations bore fruit to the extent of two columns. "Without Shakespeare in intelligent performance," wrote Mr. Atkinson, "the theater is not worth preserving. . . . New York is the capital of the American theater, but Chi cago has the only resident Shakespearean repertory com pany in America. There is only one other in the world." This is a noteworthy example of the Man-Bites-Dog phenomenon. ? THE New Year, which The Chicagoan now greets officially in order that the vote may be made unani mous, brings in a new decade. We are now in the Thirties. The century approaches its maturity. During the past thirty years too much history has been written. Father Time has abandoned his ancient dignity and gone in for pep. He has become a hustling old rascal like the gray-beard in the Harold Teen cartoons. When one considers the changes and upheavals in the human family since 1900, one is tempted to cry out:. "Hey!- Lay off, Gramps!" Especially when one thinks of Prohibition. As for 1929, everything has been said except this: It was the year that gave us the dinky, or peanut, fedora hat. When the styles in male head-gear now current are re vealed in the revues of twenty years hence, our children will enjoy themselves heartily. . . . The year was also notable for women's surrender of the freedom of the knees. 8 TUE CHICAGOAN iiiglit .AjLoderns lor One's C/ruise Wardrobe (l) the persian brocade evening sandal, banded with gold and silver kid. 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When he was a boy some one told him Disraeli's defi nition of the species: "A gentleman is never busy"; and all his life Otto has been looking for men who might have kept themselves poised, tolerant, un hurried and disinterested in this "go- getting" civilisation of America. Once only did McFeely see such an individual. It was some twelve years ago at one of those forums which the Rev. Barnard Iddings Bell, minister of the Grace Episcopal Church, used to hold Sunday evenings. Bell, who later went East to be president of St. Steven's College, used to take McFeely with him to hear all shades and hues of "deep thinkers" — conservatives, pink social ists, blood-red I. W. W.'s, liberal well- wishers and impassioned evangelists — tell what was wrong with society and each other. On this particular evening the dissenters had Industrial Chicago by the tail and were whipping it around the forum in great style. They said the comomn man had no chance for culture, no time for dignity or leis ure, that he was a slave and could develop no individuality. At the height of the excitement a very calm, very assured man of middle age got to his feet and began speaking. McFeely noticed he was dressed plainly, neatly, and that his hands were white and clean. "Mr. Chairman," began the new speaker in very even, impressive tones, "I disagree with much of what has been said here tonight. In fact I should like to say that nowhere, except it be in ancient Greece, has man had the oppor tunity for dignity and repose that he has here in Chicago today. Take my own case for example. I sleep in a small, clean room on the West Side for twenty-five cents a night. I have no alarm clock. I rise when I please. I rush to catch no trains. I dress with leisure. I walk to the Loop. Other people crowd breakfast down them in a hurry and jam themselves into trol leys and elevated trains to get to work on time. I saunter down to the Loop, though, to find that these same people on alighting are still good-humored and generous in spite of the punishment they have taken. Rarely do I have to speak to as many as four men before I get the price of a breakfast. I merely approach them politely and naturally and say I am hungry.' That is the truth. People do not like cringing apologies or whining explanations. Really, gentlemen, it is surprising how far the simple truth will carry you in this civilisation you attack. u\ A / ITH a little extra effort I get ? V enough money, across the days, to keep me in lodging and sub stantial clothes. I get money for break fast, go to an elevated stairway and select a newspaper from the many that are thrown away there by people ar riving in the Loop. Then I find a cheap but good cafeteria on the second floor of a building. I arrive after the rush is over and take a seat by a win dow in the sun. I eat and read the paper until 10:30. I am at ease. I Opera Minded? Mais, Non! Scant boon, Bizet, if one Be garnished not in lavalliere where with To toy, though so to toy bespeaks Perturbing gaucherie — see Post, On Poise — nor may one Languish, lorn, with modish Juliet If waistline hover, as of yesteryear, In latitude of knee; Nor, still, Gounod's sweet plea less than confound A simple soul unblessed In orchid, in gay cavalier with whom To share lush, whispered tidbits in Discreetly spiced on ditl Mais, non! I would be minded Of the spectacle stupendous — hit Amazing — smashing drama; chanticleer Of shrill ubiquity — All-talking, romance — whoopee — color, sound! — CHEVY CHASE. have appointments with no one. No employer is looking for me and won dering why I don't make him more money. "Through with my paper, I am faced with many pleasing alternatives, none of which can cost me a cent. The best things in Chicago, gentlemen, are free. I go to the Public Library where the treasures of the human mind are stored in millions of books, all of which are mine for the asking. Why, I ask you, should I spend my lifetime with dynamic sales-managers, when I can spend it with Robert Burns? "From my window in that large, quiet reading room of the Public Li brary I can see the blue lake more clearly than can the millionaires from the windows of their Chicago Club, and I have more time to study the ship ping than have the book-keepers in the Montgomery Ward Tower. Some days I go to the Crerar Library across the street and look up scientific points. On others I go to the Newberry Library for such scholarly research as I may choose. I have had a high school and business college education and it might interest you to know that I was an accountant at the Union Stock Yards, in the sausage department when, some fifteen years ago, I woke up to the fact that I need not work to lead an intel lectual existence. I quit work and have not done a bit of it at any time since. I have no money; I need none. "IF I grow weary of reading, I go 1 for a stroll in Lincoln Park, and sit for an hour watching the young people at their games. I have no chil dren of my own, of course, yet I get much enjoyment from watching babies at their entertaining foolishnesses on the grass. When evening comes their mothers or nurses take them home. I see the babies at their best. I do not have to hear them fuss over their food or the unpleasant chore of going to their beds. "Between four and five-thirty this afternoon, I may say, I spent with my friends the painters at the Art Insti tute. It is a free day, and I can study 10 TI4ECUICAGOAN the work of great artists, properly dis played, artfully hung. Yesterday after noon I attended a free lecture with fine photographs on the guano deposits of South America— a most interesting and refreshing study of bird life — at the Field Museum. This was entirely free. Many a Sunday I spend wandering through the magnificent exhibits of this museum, thinking upon the terrific struggle that man has made to add cul ture to his mind. Of afternoons I fre quently go to the zoo and think about evolution. "In winter I am not inconvenienced. I vary my library visits with other little expeditions that cost nothing. A doc tor's office is a good place to go in cold weather — not particularly interesting, it is true, but comfortable and gracious. I look at the names on the office doors, select one that contains a half-dozen or more physicians, then enter. I merely say to the office girl, " 'Has Mrs. Nelson W. Smithwicke, or Mrs. John Jones, or Mrs. Horace P. Brown called yet to see Doctor So-and- So?' — any woman's name will do very well. The secretary will hunt through her appointment lists and say, 'No. Was she coming on appointment?' I answer, 'Well, I may be mistaken. It's very odd. Do you mind if I wait here a few minutes?' " 'Certainly not,' the girl will answer. 'Have a seat.' "IN this way I often kill an hour or I so reading the old magazines. I am at least at ease. When I grow bored I arise, tell the girl that I am afraid Mrs. Brown isn't coming; that I can wait no longer. I thank her and leave. I have told no direct falsehood and have injured no one. This pro gram can be repeated over and over, from floor to floor, office to office. That week of zero weather last winter I spent in the Marshall Field Annex alone. "On winter evenings I frequently go to the Moody Tabernacle and listen to the preaching and singing. I enjoy the signing and find it stimulating to join in. I have some most interesting dis cussions and arguments over theology and religion with the lay-workers who go through the congregation saving souls. They are fine, zealous people and invite me to come back. "When evening comes I merely ask pedestrians for the price of a supper, repeating the truth, T am hungry.' I rarely eat lunch. Persons leading a leisurely, scholarly life, like mine, are better off with only two meals a day anyway. With the price of my supper, I stop at one of the street boxes and select a complete newspaper, take it to some medium-priced cafeteria and read it as I eat. Usually I find announce ments of public meetings that are worth attending. If the talks are dull I at least have a comfortable nap. I go to a great many real-estate meetings where men of vision give talks to prospective buyers on important additions to the city's growth. It gives me great pleas ure to share their imagination and op timism and to think how tremendously our city is forging ahead. In summer I go on many of their free-auto-bus trips to beauty spots in the suburbs — Palos Park, the Indiana sand-dunes, the North Shore. In this way I have a grand day in the country. "There is no mystery and no secret about my way of living. I do not urge it upon you. I would not kill worthy ambition in any man. The whole ques tion is what your ambition may be. Mine is to enrich my mind and to enjoy this rich and beautiful life which our magnificent civilization offers us. I merely wish to point out to you that the power of money is exaggerated in your imaginations. "XXOU think that it takes money to I hear great music. True, I can not go to the opera or the symphony, yet I can go into Lyon & Healy's or any one of a' dozen places on Wabash Avenue and ask to hear phonograph records of every composition you hear. The attendants seat me in sound-proof booths and bring me such records as I want to enjoy. About twice a year I make the rounds of each store, where I am received with courtesy. The clerks never insist upon a purchase. "So long as I am dressed with self- respect and conduct myself with dignity as a gentleman should, I find no diffi culty in finding entertainment and good-treatment in any of these places which I have mentioned here tonight. The churches and Sunday schools are pleasant, soothing resorts of mine, and I am grateful for them. I do not take any credit for such dignity as I possess; it is inevitable that any man whose companions are books, art and leisure must acquire, unconsciously, consider able dignity. They bring more breed ing than all the family life in the world. "Let me close with the statement that I have found serenity of life very easy to attain in Chicago. I thank you." As the Man of Leisure sat down, the audience broke out in a babel of tongues. Speakers bobbed up every where, hot with outrage. There were shouts of "Beggar! Panhandler!" etc., all of which were stilled when the dis turber arose to his feet once more. "Gentlemen," he said, "let us not call names. If I were rich and leading such a life as I do, you would not use these epithets. Yet the rich have only slightly better society than I. You would be surprised to find how many educated and civilized men like myself I come across in my strata, too. The rich are enabled to enjoy life because you toil for them. I force nobody to toil arduously for me. True, my wants are supplied by others, but they are supplied freely and willingly by people who feel ennobled by the act of helping another mortal. The rich are sup ported enviously, grudgingly." Before he could sit down once more, a booming voice assailed him, as a shock-haired Socialist thundred: "But what would human society be like if everybody behaved like you?" " lUST a moment, please," said the C/ Urbane One. "You really should think more studiously about life. What, I ask you, would human society be like if we all were doctors, or lawyers, or carpenters? It takes all kinds of people to make a world. You have been objecting to the standardiza tion of life all evening here, and yet you attack me because I do not stand ardize myself with you and go out to morrow to put myself under some fore man with whom I have absolutely noth ing in common. "Allow me to thank you for a very pleasant and profitable evening. If I had not seen the announcement of your meeting in a paper at the library, I should have missed it tonight, and have been cheated out of this genuine pleasure." Taking his hat up quite leisurely, he bent toward a glowering Northwestern University Settlement trustee who sat in the row ahead of him. "Have you the time, please?" he asked, looked at the watch-face which the flustered owner presented, said, "Thank you," walked tranquilly to the door and disappeared into the peaceful night. TWCCNICAGOAN n The Decline of the Colyum A Columnist Surveys the Sad Estate of the Business in General By RALPH CANNON IN the years to come, students of journalism will tab the decades be tween 1893 and 1933 as the period of the rise and fall of the newspaper "col yum." Straggling roots and branches of course will protrude beyond those dates, but the full trunk of the tree will be discovered between those lines. At the time Peter Finley Dunne, managing editor of The Chicago ]ow nal, was transcribing Jim McGary into the immortal Hennessey of his "Doo- ley" sketches, Willis Turner, editor of the paper, started a column called, "A Little About Everything." This was the pioneer of the type which eventu ally became institutionalized. This column, curiously enough, served as an early training ground for the two greatest columnists of all time, men who eventually became the pio neers and finest exponents of the fea ture in the east and the middle west — Franklin P. Adams and Bert Leston Taylor. Taylor specialized in comic clippings from country papers — "bulls" and makeup errors; while Adams was more inclined toward high-browism and classical culture, an inclination which eventually led him into the effete East. WHILE "Little About Every thing" was the first of the col umns of the mould that became tradi tional, there were many and various forerunners of the feature. One of the earliest germs of the "colyum" was a department called "All Sorts," which ran in the Pittsburgh Leader. It was filled with suggestive items, notes which were considered printable in those dear dead prim days of long ago, but which would be regarded as un printable in our wild era of flaming youth and pornographic literature. Eugene Field's "Sharps and Flats" in the Chicago Daily Hews was another embryo of the column, although it was not strictly a column, being chiefly an outlet for Field's poetic expressions. It appeared not daily, but spasmodically, and was not recognized as a column. Charlie Almy's "The Inspired Idiot" was a similar feature in prose. An ex-naval officer, Almy became editor of the Chicago Globe under Mike Mc Donald, but when illness forced him to go to Hot Springs for his health, he contributed bits of narrative prose for this column. George Ade's "Echoes of the Streets" in the Record was of much the same vintage as Almy's column. BL. T. and F. P. A. became the ? great apostles of the contrib col umn, which is considered, by publish ers at least, as the apotheosis of the feature, probably because it gives every body the opportunity to enjoy the thrill of seeing his stuff in print. With Taylor in "The Line o' Type" ¦p II Tenant in Palmolive Building detected with bar of Ivory Soap 12 TMtCUICAGOAN in the Chicago Tribune and Adams in "The Conning Tower" in the ?^eu> Tor\ Tribune and the T^eu; Torf{ World, the contrib column reached its peak, from which it is now declining rapidly, in artistry, at least. Perhaps the first significant break in the bull movement in columns came when Christopher Morley's "The Bowling Green" passed out of the Hew Tor\ Evening Post several years ago. Morley was the prize of the intellectu als, the intelligentsia, his "kinsprits," and his column was packed with su preme literary material. The paper, however, had a comparatively small circulation, and when a strong syndi cate organization purchased it the bet ter features were junked in favor of stuff that would appeal to more masses. THE column, as a monument of in telligent and smart writing, sagged further with the death of B. L. T. and Keith Preston of "Hit or Miss" in the Chicago Daily Hews. Don Marquis preferred playwriting to "The Sun Dial," and then Heywood Broun was deprived of his commission on the T^ew Yor^ Morning World for writing one of the bravest of many brave "pieces." With Broun the personageized column reached its high mark. About 1923, then, the whole "column" racket touched its highest ground, from which it has been receding ever since, and from which every indication is that it will continue to recede until it has dis appeared into the mire of inanity. The reason the columns are declin ing is because the columnists are de clining. When a star, who has estab lished himself by merit and hard work, passes off the job, the boss merely looks over the grab-bag list of incompetents who aren't employed any too much just at the moment and spots a man for the post by tit-tat-toe, or eeny-meeny- minie-moe. Or else, perhaps the man is born right-^his uncle is managing editor or something. FP. A. is still carrying on, in his • high class style, the losing battle. James Weber Linn's kindly prose is a gracious gesture in the Herald and Examiner. There are good men, like Ted Robinson out in Cleveland, and Jake Falstaff of Akron, but their good words are not being spread broadcast over the land by any enterprising fea ture syndicates, as are the pat gags of Robert Quillen, considered the best paragrapher in the country, by the edi tors of The Literary Digest at least. What would happen today, if the great columnists of only a short yester day could come back? This is what would happen : They wouldn't be able to get a job! Preston, a college professor, a teacher of the classics, a Ph. D., a poet, a recognized literary critic,- estimated that he had a following of about 15,000 in Chicago, a city of more than 3 millions, on a newspaper which had a circulation of 500,000. His column now draws, perhaps, ten times as many readers. Where Ben Hecht's "1001 After noons in Chicago," containing the best copy he ever wrote, once flourished in the same paper, now bloom, "The Glee Club," "Smiles," and "Topsy Turvy Times!" And the circulation is better. I NTELLIGENCE naturally decreases I in ratio as the bulk of an audience increases. There are more people with the mental equipment that leads them to prefer a poor column to a good one, just as there are more people with the financial resources to support a Ford than there are people who can support a Lincoln. When Ring Lardner wanted to get released from a syndicate contract to devote his time to writing his play, he made his newspaper copy as bad as possible, but, ironically enough, the worse he made it the better it went over! When College Humor- decided \o sidetrack some of the jokes clipped from the campus journals in favor of the writings of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Michael Arlen, Ellis Parker Butler, John Erskine, Gilbert Seldes, et al, circula tion gave prompt reaction to the change. Publishers understand all of this thoroughly, of course. They know that the way to get big circulation is to print for the masses rather than for the; classes. Earlier in the game, a few smart men "got away with" some very good copy in the dailies, but business is business, now more so than then, and so they have been eliminated by a process of evolution, which may be progress, forward or not. If the cattle and sheep prefer rag weed and jimpson to nice fresh blue grass, can anyone blame the proprietor for letting the field of even the "col- yums," the most sprightly and human part of the newspapers which are being machinized by the electrolytic processes of this mechanistic age, go to weeds? Overtone/ VIOLATORS of traffic rules no longer have to put up cash bail, the possession of a state license being considered an adequate surety. This is all right as far as it goes, but how about accepting last month's meat bill in payment of a fine? ? The real purpose of the visit to Chi cago of New York's police commis sioner, Grover Whalen, was the sub ject of much debate. It was claimed that he wants to copy our traffic han dling methods, but we know a joke when we hear one. ? Soft words failed to turn away the wrath of a local judge before whom appeared a book dealer accused of sell ing obscene literature. Soft words never do make as strong an impression as bad ones. ? One hundred thousand school teach ers are needed in China. It is promised that they will be paid at least as regu larly as they are in Chicago. ? The radio station at Nome, Alaska, was destroyed by fire on Christmas morning. Well, we can always fall back on WGN. ? The average motor bus, we are told, pays annual tax of more than $500. Somehow it doesn't seem like enough. ? The Airamerican Supertransport Company has been organized to oper ate airplanes between Chicago and New York. When fancier corporate names are devised, aviation will devise them. ? .. The financial condition of our local governing bodies is such that we think it high time some charitable organiza tion came to their rescue and held a tag day. ? Claims that we "don't have the win ters that we used to have" are silly, says the chief of the weather bureau. No, they just seem worse. ? There was one strange thing about that White House fire. No one sug gested that it had been started by an unemployed Democrat. — JOHN C. EMERY. TI4E CHICAGOAN 13 CHICAGOAN/ Dr. Maud Slye SHE is the autocratic queen of a weird kingdom : a kingdom of eight thousand mice! The tiny squeaking creators of femi nine terror who people her domain range in gentility from common, rough- and-ready house mice to dainty Japa nese waltzing mice. But over the daily lives of all of them — over their health, their diets, and even their romances — she reigns supreme. A benevolent though exacting Amazon, immune to woman's traditional fear of the slithery rodents. Geographically, Dr. Maud Slye's kingdom is located at the edge of the University of Chicago campus where, as associate professor of pathology, she has gained international fame in cancer research. The boundaries of her em pire are the boundaries of an old, two- story, gray stone house that outwardly boasts of having once been a family dwelling, but within, presents all the aspects of a modern scientific labora tory. WITH her diminutive subjects, Dr. Slye has been conducting a remarkable series of experiments in an effort to discover the cause and cure for cancer, which, science has found, develops in mice just as it does in humans. Unmarried, she has dedicated her entire life to civilization's battle against this dreaded disease. And today, at fifty, she is recognized not only as a pioneer among women in scientific re search but as one of America's fore most authorities on cancer. Recording the medical histories of more than one hundred generations of mice, she has kept careful check on the family trees of those found to develop cancer and of those found resistant. Her observations have been accepted by scientists as indicating that suscepti bility to cancer may be inherited. But Dr. Slye's interest in her mouse kingdom transcends the scientific. She has watched it grow to its present popu lation of eight thousand from an orig inal ancestry of twenty mice. Never has she been seen to leap upon table or chair in breathless terror. And never has she been heard to scream in By Seymour berkson white laboratory smock she was wear ing. Dr. Slye did not open the door all the way until Dolly, who had wilted into begrudging docility at her mis tress' approach, was led away to a safe distance by one of the Filipino labora tory assistants. After a brief exchange of introduc tory remarks, Dr. Slye agreed to guide me through her laboratory. And a few seconds later I was in the very midst of the Kingdom of Mice. LEADING the way past long rows of mt wire cages, whence echoed the un mistakable symphony of the kingdom's squeaking populace, Dr. Slye stopped in front of a plain, wooden table on which one of the cages had been placed. Inside the cage, a small gray and white dappled mouse with beady black eyes was capering gleefully around in circles, as if in frolicsome pursuit of its tail. Raising the wire lid, Dr. Slye caught the mouse in the palm of her hand. The tiny animal tamely resigned itself, a willing captive. "Here's a little Japanese Waltzer whose history I know by heart," Dr. Slye said. 4LSee that small lump under his neck? That's a cancer. This fellow is the twenty-eighth generation of family JD306268— our mice are all given family numbers so we can trace their ancestry. I have had twenty-eight generations of this mouse's family un der observation, and eleven of them died of cancer." Dr. Slye placed the mouse gently back in its wire cage where it at once resumed its merry-go-round antics. MAUD SLYE first became inter ested in the study of mice dur ing 1908, when she was a graduate student at the University of Chicago. Born in Minneapolis, the descendant of a long line of scholars whose an cestry includes the famous John Alden of Mayflower days, she had come to the university originally in 1896 — a girl of seventeen with forty dollars in her little pocket-book and an ambition to become a scientist. She secured a part-time job as an assistant secretary' to the late William Rainey Harper, Dr. Maud Slye fright. Quite on the contrary, she ex hibits an attachment to her subjects that most women would find it impossible even to feign. Her fondness for the tiny animals, she confides, was almost pre- destined; for her first pets, given to her by her father when she was at the impression able age of two, were a pair of white mice. ON a recent afternoon I passed through the canopy of tall, tangled shrubs overhanging the gate way to Dr. Slye's laboratory. I rang the bell. Before I had time to adjust my re bellious necktie, the answer came: a staccato of barks, followed by a wild- eyed bull terrier, leaping ferociously at the glass door pane, with an uninviting gap between her teeth. Behind Dolly (which I soon learned to be the dog's innocent cognomen) Dr. Slye herself appeared. The imaginary portrait of a large masculine woman scientist, which I had conjured in my mind, was speedily blasted. Before me, instead, stood a dainty little woman with gray-streaked, croppily bobbed hair. Her sharply- chiseled features, high prominent fore head, and deep green-blue eyes pro duced at once an impression of the extraordinary. An impression accentu ated by the speckless neutrality of the 14 THE CHICAGOAN CCa*?ENC£ B/£RS " Alexander wanted to come as Romeo but I forbade him — Zie'c? /mz/e 6e<?w absurd" first president of the University of Chi cago, and enrolled as one of the first women students in the school. Later, she transferred to Brown Uni versity, received her degree there in 1899, and, after teaching in the East for a short time, returned to the Uni versity of Chicago as a graduate student and laboratory assistant in the biology department. While pursuing her post-graduate studies on the Chicago campus, Dr. Slye became curious about the problems of heredity in cancer and decided to investigate them with mice. It was by no means an easy task. From those who were her fellow stud ents, one is able to glean the details of how hard she worked. Her day began as a rule at break of dawn. It seldom ended until long after midnight. THERE is a picture of the Maud Slye of those days indelibly em blazoned on the memory of her asso ciates: a thin, serious-faced young woman, working amid the test tubes of the chemical laboratory during what should have been her lunch hour; eat ing dry puffed rice out of a paper car ton with her left hand to save time while she tabulated experimental results with her right. After her regular duties of the day were finished, she would slip off to a corner in the biology laboratory where she kept her cages of mice. When her experiment began to in dicate a relationship between heredity and predisposition to cancer, funds to expand the studies were made available by the Otho S. A. Sprague Memorial Institute, established for medical re search by Col. Albert A. Sprague and his sister, in memory of their father. The woman scientist was permitted to establish a laboratory of her own. She chose the old, two-story stone house at the edge of the campus in order to protect her mice from the various dis eases experimented with in the univer sity's regular laboratories. Here, in the shadow of the grey Gothic towers, she continued her experiments on a larger scale, bringing to light more and more convincing proof of the effect of hered ity on cancer. Dr. Slye's research work has already cast so much new light on cancer that she has been presented with several coveted scientific awards, among them the gold medal of the American Med ical Association and the Ricketts prize for outstanding pathological research. WORKING eight to ten hours a day, seven days a week, because her mice require meticulous care and ob servation to insure the accuracy of her results, Dr. Slye has nevertheless found time to play. Drawing and painting are among her favorite pastimes and she is a life member of the Chicago Art Institute. She plays the piano. And she takes particular pride in the flower gardens with which she has surrounded both her home and her laboratory. For some time Dr. Slye lived in the women's dormitory on the campus, sev eral blocks away from the old stone house which she converted into her work-shop. But then a chance occur ence caused her to move nearer her mice: After her day's work, she had been accustomed to leave the laboratory in charge of a watchman. Early one morning there was a sudden drop in temperature, followed by a blizzard. Awakened, Dr. Slye's first thought was about her mice. She looked at the clock on her table. It was three a. m. Jump ing out of her bed, she quickly threw on some clothes and ran across the campus to the laboratory. Just as she had feared, the windows were open. The mice were squealing and shivering with the cold. Frantic, she slammed all the windows and made a hurried tour of the cages. There had been no casualties, fortunately. But Dr. Slye determined not to undergo a recurrence of the incident. As soon after as she could possibly engineer it, she moved into a small home adjoining the laboratory so that she could keep closer watch over the tiny animals. TI4ECWICAG0AN 15 TOWN TALK Elegance WE have always considered the Civic Opera, and its patrons, quite standard. For any member of the audience to be highly individualistic was beyond our suspicion. But we were wrong. We have just discovered that one of the box holders is high and aloof from the usual Civic Opera run. The customary printed opera program is too common to suit her taste. On the scheduled day of her occupancy a program is especially prepared for her by one of the house attendants. The program proper is cut out of the mass of advertising. It is pasted on a piece of yellow parchment paper, which is, in turn, encased in a leather folder, col ored to match the plush of the box chairs. Decision JUDGE THOMAS TAYLOR, JR., wrote a 75,000 word decision tell ing Mr. Cuneo that he could not spear the moon with a toothpick in the Loop locality. How long, we wonder, did it take Judge Taylor to write this impres sive document? After all, 75,000 words are equivalent to a hefty novel. When Count Bruga appeared (and it was a husky 75,000 worder) it was whispered about that Ben Hecht had written the book in a week. A deal of good natured scoffing took place. Mr. Hecht was accused of writing with a pen in each hand, a pen in each foot — somewhat in the manner of a Japanese demonstrator — meantime muttering to a dictaphone. How now, Judge Tay lor? We might be pardoned for suggest ing that Mr. Cuneo very probably does not care for novels. Analysis WE read with interest that At torney J. H. Collier, legal adviser of the Anti-Saloon League of Illinois, had analyzed 1,500 bills intro duced in the Illinois general assembly. We marvel at the thoroughness of this legal light. According to report, 1,500 was the total number of bills intro duced. Mr. Collier therefore anxiously scanned the bill which made the cardi nal the state bird and other measures of prime importance to Prohibition. We suggest, oh very mildly, of course, that somebody scan Mr. Collier. Planetarium SCHOOLBOYS used to be enjoined to "hitch your wagon to a star." When one of these boys grew to man hood he hitched up more than five thousand stars and proceeded to offer all Chicago a lift into interplanetary space. Arrangements for personally conducted tours among the spheres are not yet complete but the vehicle de signed for the purpose is well under way. The name carved above the door is Planetarium. As everybody knows it is the gift to the Town of Mr. Max Adler, philanthropist, patron of the arts and sciences and ardent Chicagoan. It stands on the first, and as yet only, of those islands with which Chicago proposes to improve the somewhat un inspired job that nature did on her shore line. To the west of the plane tarium lies Grant Park against the familiar frieze of Michigan Avenue; behind it hangs the changing, change less backdrop of sky and lake, a rather stupendous setting for a rather stu pendous building with a rather stu pendous purpose. To represent the starry firmanent is no mean undertaking, whatever the medium. When a complete illusion is accomplished the result is breathtaking, as we have learned in European plane taria. But planetaria have improved on illusion. Not only do Mars, Venus, Saturn and company materialize like ectoplasm at a successful seance but they are made to skip up and down their orbits, to roll over and play dead bear. This planetarium is the first in Amer ica. Europe has more than a score radiating from a thick cluster in Ger many to one in London and another in Vienna. Philadelphia is planning one but on a more modest scale than Chicago's. Indeed the Adler Plane tarium will undoubtedly go to the head of its class of institutions not only be cause it is the most lavish but because of the scrupulous attention that has ¦ -Vi-.- ;¦¦•*,' ,-fc ."<>>.» .. .-*, "<¦ "it" - o * N&\ V'-"- .' ' ¦ >'" >&*¦ ' •A.- "Yeah, I had it figured all right, but my broker lost his nerve and sold me out" 16 H4E CHICAGOAN 'The building is twelve-sided and roofed with a high copper dome" gone into each minute detail. The building is twelve sided and roofed with a high copper dome. Large slabs of deep gray granite form the exterior walls. The dark coloring was chosen as the means of making a rela tively small building appear as one mass. The wisdom of this decision is already evident as one looks across Grant Park and sees a distinguished silhouette rising out of the lake. Viewed from a short distance, the gran ite reveals red markings and its slightly polished surface becomes a mirror for Lake Michigan and reflects the light until the walls grow pale and silvery. The building looks the same from all sides, the doors being indicated only by deep bevels. The sole ornamentation on the walls appears at each of the twelve corners where a simple, graceful fluting is surmounted by bronze plaques designed by Alphonse Ianelli to represent the signs of the zodiac. The entrance is approached by a broad flight of steps. About half way up is a landing from which one may step out on a grass terrace, which will run around the building in the shadow of the sleek gray walls and overhang the lake some distance below. This terrace is paralleled by another twenty- five feet in width which circles the roof at the foot of the dome, and will be used by students for making telescopic observations. The dome is laid in hori zontal bands giving the effect of a series of concentric circles which will be par ticularly striking when the building is flood lighted. ALTHOUGH the public has in- i vented some ingenious theories to explain the design of the building (such as the one in which the copper dome is said to represent the sun), the archi tect, Mr. Ernest A. Grunsfeld, Jr., dis claims any intentional symbolism. "The subject of astronomy may be treated in two ways," he says. "A planetarium may be made to refer to the vast my thology of the stars, the building loaded with planets, comets and symbolic orna ment. The other method is to forget ancient lore and try for a mystic feel ing, a sense of distance, of the grandeur and austerity of the stars. That is what I have attempted. The building is not stylized. It is modern as an automo bile is modern, being simply the outer sheath for a modern, complicated machine." In plan the building consists of • a circular lecture hall surrounded by a series of rooms and corridors. The lecture hall which is, of course, the raison d'etre of a planetarium, is a. domed room seventy feet in diameter. The vertical portion of the side walls is so low, relatively, that the room is like a large hemisphere. The dome will be lined with white linen and the room furnished merely with the projection machine, the lec turer's desk, and movable chairs for spectators. The seating capacity is about five hundred. The room will be lighted indirectly by two lamps on the projector. Before the beginning of a lec ture these lights will be extinguished slowly, leaving the room in ab solute darkness save for the glimmering of the heavenly bodies in the vault above. At the foot of the dome, or on the horizon, if you pre fer, will appear the Chicago skyline in sil houette. Those dark towers will be the one fixed element in the vast, rapidly shifting phantasmagoria of the sky where with equal facility can be enacted a day, a year, or many decades in the life of the spheres. The sun and moon will rise and set literally in a twinkling. The stars, the Milky Way and other groups of nebulae are all in the repertoire of the great machine and all appear in their mathematically exact relations to each other. When they are static they produce the effect of an extremely clear night with the no table exception that the lecturer's pointer picks out stars and constella tions with an instructive arrow of light. The sun is dimmed to such an extent that it neither blinds the eye nor blots out its stellar confreres. The spectator will travel not only in time but in space as well, for the machine is capable of showing the positions of the heavenly bodies as seen from any spot on the surface of the earth. At the close of a performance there will appear a sun rise glow increasing in intensity and ex tent until the whole dome is suffused with light and the stars are erased, dawn in five minutes with never a cloud to mar the dramatic effect. So much for the big top. But the side shows also call for attention. They will include an astronomical library and two exhibition halls. Here will be a section on time pieces, showing histori cal methods of reckoning time; a sec tion on lenses and the methods of mak ing them; cases of instruments made and used by famous astronomers; a model of the Naval Observatory complete THE CHICAGOAN 17 Gad . . . how these artists distort Nature" with a dome that opens and allows a telescope to peer out from the aperture. Charwoman THE most popular charwoman in Normal Park is an Irish lady who works out to escape the din of the apartment hotel of which she and her English husband are joint managers. As she scrubs and scours, she chats, and by tea-time her life history and that of her husband have been repeated thrice. Twenty years ago she came to Chicago from County Cork to cook for an elegant family in what is now the Wilson Avenue district. Her's is the usual story of a lonesome immigrant seeking companionship in marriage. But the companion she chose is unique. Himself is the fourth son of an Eng lish earl and though he had only to put his boots outside his bedroom door at night to find the butler had; polished them by morning, she says, he was taught a trade with the common boys of the town, carpentering, and used to help the chambermaid about the house, too, because he was that handy and such a gentleman. When his father died and his eldest brother inherited the estates he came to America where he was employed for money the first time in his life, not as a carpenter, because on account of him being a non-union man and an Englishman besides, he could get no work at his trade, but as a general handy man around a New York lodging house, an experience proving invaluable in the apartment hotel business. As he practices it, car pentering is a seasonal trade. In off seasons he relieves his wife at house keeping, leaving her free to earn more pin money and get away from the din of the apartment by working out. But he never forgets, nor does his wife forget, that if three brothers and all their offspring die, he will be an earl. The old lady returns to her knees. Institute IN 1865 Dr. Zander of Stockholm, Sweden, came upon the idea of me chanical exercise. An ingenious medic, learned in the massage and gymnastics of his country, the doctor developed machines to manipulate the human body through the strengthening and corrective motions prescribed by a thoroughgoing Swedish regime. The fruit of his labors is perpetuated by the Swedish Zander-Institute, long a Euro pean adjunct to baths and watering places and familiar, in part at least, to frequenters of gymnasia aboard ocean liners. Modestly enough, the Zander-Insti tute offers its facilities under the super vision of Gustaf Flinck at 75 West Van Buren street. A visitor possessing only a bowing acquaintance with gym nastics, Swedish or otherwise, comes diffidently into the long exercise room. Gustaf Flinck explains the use of each machine in careful order. Briefly, all types of exercise may be had either actively or passively. By adjusting one's body to the machine according to prescribed treatment, the seeker after well being is put through bending, jiggling, extending or contracting move ments, all of which may be carefully regulated. One bends, or has bent for him, the knees, hips, arms, fingers, thighs, neck and so on. A machine in duces deep breathing, another massages the spine, still another loosens up the shoulders and an especially ingenious contrivance stimulates circulation in the feet. The Chicago Zander- Institute of fers the complete course, a course ad ministered by 56 machines. It is the second complete establishment in this country. It has been open to the pub lic for a little more than a month. Light therapy, baths and heat treat ments are thoroughgoing and elaborate. Especially fetching, however, for the mild addict of exercise, is the electric device in which, Mr. Flinck assures us, the patient may repose for half an hour. During that half hour, it appears, he has not been altogether at rest. Indeed, he has run ten miles. The Zander treatment is increasingly popular. 18 THE CHICAGOAN I'ke SJk G B Big Parade of Hew Plays Passes Reviewing Stand By CHARLES COLLINS TWENTY-FOUR hours on a side walk of New York — and you have Street Scene, now at the Apollo. You also have one of the most vital and ab sorbing dramas of the period; a play of great popular appeal and of genuine art value; an item for the permanent repertory of the mythical "national theater." It dramatizes a cross-section of American city life with complete success. There are no affected gestures of modernism in Street Scene, in spite of the bold originality of its conception; the old, direct emotional power of the stage is behind it. And yet it is a com plete novelty. A shabby brownstone-front flat- building in a run-down neighborhood is the slide upon which the dramatist has focussed his microscope. A struc ture that is practically a tenement al though hardly a slum. A hive for the handicapped families on the bottom fringe of the lower middle-class. New York is a labyrinth of such places. They are the lairs of the typical Man hattan animal. YOU are permitted to stand at the front door and savor the essence of this life as it shuttles to and from its work, or lounges about in its nocturnal recreation. There are many types to be observed, of various racial back grounds. You note the rancor of the old and the recklessness of the young. Love and hate, birth and death are here. Lust and murder, too. And the tragedy that broods and breaks over the family of a stage-hand, because his wife had fallen in love with the milk-bill collector, holds the drab tapestry to gether with crimson threads. This is no scurvy tragedy, cheapened by its humble victims. It is deeply hu man. It is poignant with heart-break. And the daughter of that devastated family who rises above the wreck at the end of the story adds to the sordid symphony a lovely strain of spiritual heroism. ... A striking character, that girl, admirably acted by Erin O'Brien Moore. The long list of character studies in Street Scene is almost completely an honor role. Special mention is de manded, however, in the cases of Mary Servoss, as the suppressed wife who was caught cheating and slain; of David Landau, as the grim husband who kills; of Dorothy Raymond, Horace Braham and Max Montor, as a family of Jewish intellectuals; and of Beulah Bondi as an aged scandal-monger. Idealist vs. Harlot THE Infinite Shoeblac\, at the Prin cess, the third play to be given by that admirable enhancement of Chi cago's stage season known as the Dramatic League, evokes mixed opin ion. Cynics may easily call it educated tosh; idealists may pronounce it a re birth of the spirit of decency in the drama. Young moderns who began their reading with James Joyce may shriek with dismay at its reliance upon the old-fashioned gospel of Thomas Carlyle. Veterans may hail it as a welcome escape from the glorification of sexuality which is now epidemic. In pattern, this play of the curious title (which harks back to Sartor Resartus) suggests the dramatization of a novel. Which means that it isn't everything that a first-rate play should be. In theme, it deals with the redemp tion of a harlot by love — an achieve ment which was popularized by Camille. In method, it is related to the works of the almost forgotten Hall Caine. But it has sincerity; it seems to be an honest expression of its author's philosophy of the psychosis called love. It has emotional power of such intensity that it marches bravely along under its burden of Carlyle quotations, Scotch theology and transcendentalism. It tells a very fine love story with a noble spirit. I have an idea, therefore, that it may defeat the cynics and; become popular. Dour Scottish lads, full of the stark virtues, are always excellent material for the theater, and The Infinite Shoe- blac\ offers a choice specimen of the type. He is a stoic in a garret, study ing for the profession of actuary, when a girl faints on his door-step and he gives her shelter. She proves to be an educated young wanton with an ambi tion to have a hundred lovers. The three acts that follow, one of them elaborately staged in Shepheard's of Cairo during the war, represent, in mood, a counter-revolution against Michael Arlen and Eugene O'Neill. I am glad to see it, and I wish I could believe it. Leslie Banks plays the uncompromis ing, fantastic idealist of the garret with great persuasiveness. He creates a memorable character. Helen Menken, as the hectic heroine, is so excessive in her mannered emotionalism that she doesn't seem to fit into this sound, hon est English company. Norman Ma- cowan, the author, proves that he is an actor too; he contributes to the per formance an Endinburgh doctor who is completely believable. Return of the Robots THE fact that R. U. R. happens to be lodged at the Studebaker in stead of the Blackstone, which has come to be regarded as the citadel of the Theater Guild's Chicago season, should not discourage anyone from attendance. For this revival of Karel Capek's fa mous satire upon tendencies in modern industrialism is one hundred per cent Theater Guild. It ably represents that organization's high standards of stage craft. To affirm that anything the Guild does is more important than its productions of Shaw and O'Neill is, of course, a form of heresy; but so far as I am concerned this resurrection of a success seven years old is the happiest event of its current sessions. This is the play that put the word "robot" (pronounced "rubbut") into the American language. But R. U. R. is something more than that. It is one of the most interesting plays of the generation. It is a fascinating fantasy; a stirring melodrama; and an illuminat ing work of the ironic imagination, con templating the characteristics of the THE CHICAGOAN 19 machine age. No symptoms of "dat ing" appear in this revival; and when a play can be dragged off the shelf after seven years without seeming demoded, it gives decided proof of its stamina. I begin to suspect that R. U. R. has the vitality that creates classics. The present production of this strange and provocative piece is better than that which appeared here under the Guild's sponsorship when robots first came into fashion. So much bet ter, in fact, that the R. U. R. at the Studebaker seems like a new play. It is better in acting, more picturesque in staging, riper and richer in every way. There are passages of dialogue, pointing its ironical view of industrial tendencies, which I cannot recall hav ing heard before. The casting is in the Guild's best vein. Earle Larimore, as the general manager of the robot-works, lightens the role with suave touches of comedy. Sydney Greenstreet is an im pressive figure as the gentle old builder who prayed for the protection of the human race against Progress. The girl is played with much charm by Sylvia Field. Morons of Melody WHEN Ring Lardner and George Kaufman get together on a topic of such general interest and spe cialized absurdity as the Broadway song-writing industry, something delec table may be counted on. And in June Moon, now at the Selwyn, these col laborating wags have done justice to their reputations. It may be, also, that they have wrecked the sheet-music business. The subnormal lads who write the nation's songs must regard this merry and ironical comedy as a case of indecent exposure. June Moon shows how song-hits are manufactured by one-finger composers, incapable of originating a melody, and addled jingle-writers feverishly re- cooking the banalities of last year. The types in this piece are not burlesques; they were plucked off the Broadway sidewalks, put into a little plot and per mitted to speak their native language. In catching the idiom of any species of the vulgar American, Lardner has an ear like a dictaphone; and in satirizing their lack of intelligence Kaufman has a wit that bites like acid. The eavesdropping on Tin-Pan Al ley, the parodies of popular songs that are trolled out in good faith, the ironi cal revelations of the Broadway soul — all these aspects of the play probably demand a certain man-about-Manhat- tan sophistication for their proper en joyment. But June Moon has a love story of pleasant sentimentality to ex pand its appeal, and so it becomes a frolic for everyone. The prologue staged in a parlor car bound for New York, where the lyric-writing boy from Schenectady meets his honest work ing girl, is a little masterpiece of Lardnerism. It's a good cast, led by James Spotts- wood, who specializes in Friars Club characters. Murray Smith, as the only representative of the music publishing business who can play the piano and sing, is of marked value in the per formance. Edith Van Cleave and Ruth Holden are cruelly faithful to the cankered heart of Broadway's women- kind. The Capital Marxes GROUCHO, Harpo, Chico and Zeppo — otherwise the Marx Brothers— are here at last in the hilari ous show called Animal Crackers. At tendance at the Grand Opera House, therefore, becomes almost compulsory. These are the funniest fellows alive (or anyway, three of them are) and their frolic is famous. On your list of amuse ments it must be marked by a triple star. Some day Zeppo, who just walks around looking like a normal young man, may succumb to the family inheri tance and go goofy too. His present Helen Menken, as the heroine of "The Infinite Shoeblack," the drama at the Princess theater, yearns frantically for a hundred lovers. But after making a good start toward that record she contents herself with one husband — and a Scotchman at that. The strain of this reformation causes her to die of virtue-intoxication. Here she is, in Karson's white- on-black arabesque portraiture, warmly contemplating a symbolic tiger- lily 20 THE CHICAGOAN THE CHICAGOAN S Theater Ticket Service By special arrangement with leading Chicago theaters, readers of The Chicagoan may obtain choice or chestra seats at no advance over box- office prices. These theaters, indi cated by stars in the fortnightly list ing on page 2, are the Great North ern, the Adelphi, the Grand Opera House, the Apollo, Harris, Selwyn, Cort, Garrick, Princess, Palace and Civic Theater. Box-office prices, at which tickets may be bad, are given in that listing. Application for tickets is gov erned by the following conditions : 1. Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of perform ance for which tickets are desired. 2. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in correct amount payable to The Chicagoan. 3. Application must be in writing; telephone orders cannot be accepted. Upon receipt of application The Chicagoan will effect res ervation of seats and mail to applicant certificate entitling him to tickets when presented at the theater box office after 8:00 P. M. on evening of performance (2:00 P. M. if matinee). It is suggested that applicants name a second choice of date for which tickets are desired in case The Chicagoan's supply of tickets for specified performance is exhausted before receipt of application. ^WICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play) , _ (Second Choice) _ (Number of seats) (Date) ....(Second choice of date) (Name) (Address) (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $.. restraint may be a blessing; four Marxes of a kind would ruin any full house with laughter. When the Marxes are in action, which is most of the time, there is a fury of wise-cracking and eccentric behavior. They are amazingly ingeni ous in extravagant pranks; they are brilliant and boisterous burlesquers. They mix rough-house clowning with ironical wit; they are satirists as well as zanies. Groucho, the forceful, gabby Marx, has developed into a rival of Ed Wynn. Harpo, who runs to idiot dumb-play, has always been peerless. Their musicianship, too, is unusual; and when Harpo embraces the most magnificent harp ever manufac tured, he puts aside his lunacies and seeks membership among the cherubim. The libretto is clever; the staging is handsome; and the dancing girls are nimble nymphs. When the Marxes aren't busy, the other principals are per forming in a manner that holds the in terest. Margaret Dumont, Marjory May Martyn, Margaret Irving and Dorothy Fitzgibbons are emphatically among those present. In every way, Animal Crac\ers is abundant with glee. It is unique and extraordinary. It Marx an epoch. Tempest in a Tavern BIRD IH HAHD, at the Harris, is a refreshing bit of old England in comedy form, dealing with an ancient inn, the Gloucestershire dialect, and the clash between old and new codes of manners. It is a father-and-daughter play with an amusing twist in its theme. The patriarch is harried by his flapper's revolutionary plan to marry a noble man. According to the traditions of the stiff-necked yeoman stock from which he is descended, such an alliance would prove that his family didn't know its place. The inn-keeper would lose caste. This situation is treated in a vein of comedy that occasionally verges on farce. The stubborn father's emotions, however, are acute, and he makes a strong case for his side of the argu ment. But the girl is sweet enough to be the bride of a peer; and certain guests of the inn — a King's Counsellor, a Wodehouse Londoner, and a sales man traveling in sardines — help to wear down the Gloucestershire granite. But the old man maintains to the end that it isn't British for his girl to marry into a house where his brother has been the coachman. 21 "Tke CINEMA Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks Entertain By WILLIAM R. WEAVER THE CHICAGOAN Once in a while a play like this comes out of London to prove that England is not entirely populated by the ornate swells of Freddy Lonsdale's lord-and- lady affairs. Bird In Hand arouses memories of the "Manchester School," in spite of the lightness of its mood Herbert Lomas, who plays the father with the authority of an old master in British provincial character, is a vet eran of Hindle Wa\es, which gave Whitford Kane and Roland Young to the American stage. After an absence of seventeen years he returns like an old friend. The cast is admirable. Frank Petley, as the genial lawyer, and Ivor Barnard, as the meek bagman, contribute mellow characterizations. Jill Esmond Moore, who acts the girl with eager skill, would tempt any peer's son to marry into the yeomanry. The author is John Drinkwater, who usually attempts more serious flights into the drama. Casualty BLUE HEAVEH, which spent the holidays at the Garrick, was dying rapidly when this department took its pulse. It was a marked case of per nicious anaemia at the box-office. If studied as a bit of theatrical pathology, it might illuminate the obscure problem of why some plays fail while others, no better, prosper; but that is the man agers' business, not mine. This piece belonged to the Street Scene school; it was a tragedy of the small fry of Manhattan. But it con centrated its attention upon the sexual behavior of the sheiks and shebas of the dance-halls and chop-suey joints; and it gave the impression that the amours of these young punks are not of drama tic importance. Why write a tragedy about the loose conduct of rabbits? . . . Spencer Tra'cy and Joanna Roos were decidedly effective as the leaders of an excellent cast. Cinema Guide The Taming of the Shrew: Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks gloriously at home with Mr. Shakespeare. [See, hear and roar.] Footlights and Fools : Colleen Moore gives the song and dance girls cards and spades. [Don't let the title deter you.] Dynamite: Cecil B. DeMille explodes a depth bomb. [Give ear.] Welcome Danger: Well, Harold Lloyd can talk. [Take my word for it.] Their Own Desire: I doubt it. [It doesn't matter.] The Vagabond Lover: Rudy Vallee, the saxaphonist. [Get him on ¦ the radio instead.] A MONTH ago I could have told several excellent reasons why Shakespeare could not be screened, at least commercially. This has been a tradition, like the rule against Douglas Fairbanks mounting a horse by means of the stirrup and the law requiring Mary Pickford to enact adolescents. And now the king and queen of films have not only screened Shakespeare, commercially as well as artistically, but have joined hands in sovereign gesture and had a royal good time of it. So much for tradition. I could have told you, too, that blank verse does not make for that speed called, in the cinema, action; that the microphone could not keep up with Mr. Fairbanks' indispensable leapings about; that Miss Pickford could not appear in a picture opposite Mr. Fairbanks with out obscuring him or being obscured, as the case might be. And now I am happy to state that I should have been in error on all three counts. So much for critics. MR. AND MRS. FAIRBANKS are, as you know, nice people. If you have not known that they are intelligent, studious, earnest in their profession and smart in the better sense of that abused adjective, The Taming of the Shrew will support my assertion. It will also prove, for any who doubt the authenticity of their earning power, that Mary and Doug are the two ablest showmen in Hollywood. In this production, an excellent one to retire on if retire they must, they elevate showmanship to the level of art. If there is, after all, a distinction. If you have not seen the picture, and if you have believed any of the un truths formerly held to be truths, it is best that you do not read further into this analysis of it. It is best that you go to the United Artists theater (one can usually enter, without waiting, at about 5:50) and hear the audience screaming as at a Mack Sennett com edy. Can these mortals be laughing so at Shakespeare? Can this be the sedate United Artists audience? Have these Hollywood upstarts made free to bur lesque a classic? They are, and this is, but these are not upstarts and 'tis no burlesque. The blank verse handicap is adroitly overcome by the simple expedient of omitting dialogue for several minutes now and then while the guffawing Petruchio stamps about the set with huge vigor, or while the tempestuous Katherine grits gleaming teeth and struggles for words that do not come. The inevitable horseback entrance of the actor who was D'Artagnan is made so ludicrous, optically, that laughter drowns whatever sound may accom pany. A rain storm in which Ameri ca's Sweetheart sustains punishment that would embarrass Chaplin obviates necessity for speech during five or more minutes of pure pantomime. While, between the more boisterous episodes, Mr. Shakespeare's lines are read as plainly, whether or not as perfectly, as anyone present cares to hear them read. The emphasis shifts swiftly and smoothly from Doug to Mary. Sym pathy is ever at balance. The ending, wherein the titular assertion is of neces sity verified, is saved for Mary by a prodigious wink. The impossible has been achieved. "Footlights and Fools" YOU mustn't let the title keep you away from Footlights and Fools. It is Colleen Moore's first vocal picture (I refuse to count the Irish thing that was her first try) and the popularity cham pion of 1926 and 1927 makes a strong bid for the 1930 title. Unafraid, though it's been done by experts, Miss Moore essays one of those 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 B. E. de MURG a * ¦*• -*— *-^** * ^ a-^^»« ¦ A A. A A,JLJk.i^4 backstage stories that we seem destined to have with us always. She sings, she dances a little, she talks a great deal and sprinkles her Betty Murphy dia logue with a comic but capable French. She flashes fiery wisecracks in the tem per of one moment and whispers a heartbreak in the despond of the next. She matches her personality with those of the superb Frederic March and Ray mond Hackett and proves their better. And she, or possibly her producer hus band, John McCormick, stops the pic ture at the exact point where the story ends. Seeing and hearing Footlights and Fools is more than a pleasure; it's an obligation. "Dynamite IF you've wondered what became of Cecil B. DeMille, he's been directing Dynamite. Mr. DeMille hasn't done a great deal of directing these past few years. Now he comes out of the execu tive fastness with the sort of play he worked with before he went into pic ture making, which is quite a long time ago. Dynamite has all of the usual De Mille tinsel, the jazz parties and the trick furnishings, but it also has a story. The plot is one of those double- action affairs that keeps a great number of characters deeply involved until a cunningly concealed lever touches off the explosives and blows up a climax that no one has foreseen. It's the usual DeMille strategy, of course, but the conversation trebles its effectiveness. A lot of good actors help, too. "Welcome Danger' HAROLD LLOYD can talk. Proof of this reasonably common ability is established by Welcome Danger. Un happily, the lines are bad, forcing him into an occasional stretch of pantomime wherein he is moderately common. Let's say no more about it. Their Own Desire MISS NORMA SHEARER of The Trial of Mary Dugan and The Last of Mrs. Cheyney is no less the actress and no less the type in Their Own Desire. Nor are Lewis Stone, Belle Bennett and Robert Montgomery less the father, mother and juvenile than in any of their several happier castings. But Their Owne Desire is about as bad as a picture can get and yet escape the storehouse. Somebody forgot to put a story in it. Civilized Cinema PERSONS who cared for the pas time purveyed at the Playhouse during its sparkling career as an in timate cinema — and, for that matter, persons who did not care for it — are advised to look in upon the Cinema Art Theater, opened December 26 on Chi cago avenue a bit East of the drive. Here are unique motion pictures, long and short, serious and not so seri ous, exhibited in graceful manner and in stillness softened pleasantly by stringed instruments gratefully con cealed. Here are gracious ladies and gentlemen, guests of a graceful host whose minions make attendance a pleas ure. Here, in short, is civilized cinema. The Town is a better place, I think, for containing a theater of this charac ter. It is too small ever to become mechanized, yet it is large enough to supply that essential group spirit so im portant to theatrical illusion. It is in formal as only the carelessly, incident ally formal can be. It is the perfect atmosphere in which to behold the as sertively intellectual entertainments that come from the Continent. (They happen to bore me terribly, but the best people seem to like them and should have them.) I am glad to note that the theater has been warmly welcomed, crowds continuing sizeable into the sec ond week, when this is written. Per fectly located, and perfectly directed on the occasion in report, the institution is hereby welcomed — nay, applauded. Urban Phenomena The Debutante SPOTLIGHT on the Debutante? The flame-lipped, debonair center of the stage! Playing a season in all the Big Cities. A truly amusing young lady whose every performance is mi nutely recorded by the Press. Her gowns are Vionnet, her hats, Reboux, her perfume, Chanel, her car, a sport roadster and her dog, a wire hair! She is a product of the Smart Eastern School where, among other things, she learned her ten French Idioms and How to Be Popular at Princeton. She knows her New York and New Haven. A Continental School finished her, a French School catering to Americans. This is sup posed to render her proficient in the Languages. No doubt Europe broad ens one; it enables one to converse THE CHICAGOAN 23 brightly on the coutourier who is really chic, on the most fashionable Parisienne Restaurants and on the best time of the day to visit the Ritz Bar. Her Education Completed, and with every confidence in herself as a Sophis ticated Lady of Fashion, she returns to brighten the Social Season in her Home Town! The stage is set for the 1930 version of the pink tea. She is described for the news-reading public as piquant, attractive, entertaining — or an Heiress! Having adequate ideas in common with the Canadian Mounted Police, she is ready for the Whirl! The erstwhile chaperoned, sweet young thing comes out at a large party commonly known as a brawl! There are baskets and baskets of flowers and cases of Champagne, and no end of Debutantes playing Follow the Leader. She is "Out!" She is hurled, breathless, into a mad round of activity. Her days are spent dashing from Charity Work to Lunch eon and Luncheon to Charity Work and Charity Work to tea. She sells cigarettes and programs at Benefits and demonstrates her Versatility by turn ing Chorine for a one night stand. She entertains and is entertained. She learns, to her great • disappointment, that the Divine Dancer she Concen trated on at her First Ball is not con sidered eligible by Mama! After the Christmas parties she re tires, "simply dead," to Palm Beach, California or the Mediterranean. She returns to find, alas, that her Less Con spicuous Sister has marched altar-ward with the Young Man To Be Taken Seriously. "The last shall be first and the first shall try again." — VIRGINIA SKINKLE. Hail and Farewell JACQUES GORDON, genial and il lustrious figure of the local musi cal world, recently broke into print when it was announced that at the end of the season he would cease to occupy the position of concert master of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Up to this writing the news comes with a stunning simplicity and it requires some amplification. For, Mr. Gordon has grown to be a figure of outstanding importance in the musical community, as well as an intermittent frequenter of the Tavern, and leader of grand marches at grander balls. A year or so ago, the gnarled musical critic of The Chicagoan asserted that if Gordon, Hancock, Evans and Wagner, who to gether compose the organization known as the Gordon String Quartet, were ever to be subsidized, they would presently assume as much importance in the musical affairs of the nation as the veteran and well-endowed Flon- zaleys. With the last year the latter quartet became a matter of history, and concurrent with the resignation of Gordon from the Symphony, he and his three musketeers have been, at least for a period of years, similarly subsidized. In the background are six mysterious figures who are staking the Gordon String Quartet. Not all of them live in Chicago. It is certain that Henry Voegeli stands by to offer advice gleaned from experience. It is just as certain that Elizabeth Sprague Coolidge qualifies in much the same capacity. As for the six mysterious ones, they are rendering a noble service. The quartet, of which Gordon is the keystone, is as richly endowed musically as it now ap pears to be financially. For brilliant ensemble, inquisitive musicianship and unfaltering taste it already ranks with the Leners or the Roses. The quartet, and this is news, will have its own summer headquarters at New Canaan, Conn., a cottage for each member, a fine guest house and a recital hall. It will prepare its pro grams from June through September and then sally forth with drawn bows to swing around the country. Gordon will make a few, a very few, solo ap pearances, but never, he tells us, where it will interfere with the progress of the ensemble. The recognition of the merits of this superb foursome is welcome news. But it is hardly likely that its members have fallen into any bed of roses. In Gor don's case, for instance, it now becomes somewhat difficult for him to teach and completely out of question for him to occupy any commanding position with a symphony. The decision to de vote one's time exclusively to the per formance of chamber music undoubted ly involves a great personal sacrifice. The quartets of Beethoven and Mozart are none too easily absorbed by large bodies of cash customers. Even the path of the Flonzaleys was strewn with tacks. But it seems to us that the Gordons are striking at a fruitful time and with fine weapons. — R. P. SONG AND DANCE RECORDINGS FROM THE MUSICAL HIT GREAT DAY LIBBY HOLMAN Happy Because I'm in Love — What a kiss can do to this mean, moanin' mammal Lurid Libby admits a loss of reason in this — the con fession of a conquered coquette. More Than You Know — Here's Libby giving some gent a break and some thousands of Holmanites the thrill of a life-time— on Brunswick Record No. 4613. rtayedby ROGER WOLFE KAHN am/M ORCHESTRA Great Day — A stampin', struttin' Fox Trot, ho\ with hallelujahs, delirious with jazz, and sung with all the primitive plantation fervor of William C. El kins' Jubilee Singers. Without a Song— Another Fox Trot Spiritual, played by Roger's Boys and sung by Elkins' Jubilee-ers — guaranteed to stage a revival in anyone's front parlor, salon or what have you I No. 4600. 24 TWE CHICAGOAN WILHELMINA plays with moonbeams . . . The kind of child who hums lit tle tunes that no one ever heard before. . .fills the margins of her schoolbooks with pictures of fairy-tale princesses . . .possess ing an imaginative wealth no parent can ignore . , . perhaps typical of your little girl. A The Lyon & Healy Grand Piano is the only piano which lifts the pedals within reach of chil dren's feet. Parents who value the health and comfort of their children will be at tracted to the ingenious un- der-construction of this beau tiful, round-toned instrument. Children who never before enjoyed piano practice will find a new and genuine plea sure in their piano playing. Priced, in Mahogany, $750 lyonAHealy Wabash C7^m at Jackson 4047 Milwaukee Ave. 4646 Sheridan Rd. 870 E. 63rd St. In OAK PARK: 123 Marion St. In EVANSTON: 615 Davis St. MU/ICAL NOTE/ The Russian Invasion Continues By ROBERT POLLAK THE Emperor Alexander II follows close upon the immaculate heels of the visiting Gretchaninoff. I refer to Glazounow, who appeared as guest conductor at the Symphony on the af ternoon of December 20 in a program of his own works. And what spectral affairs they are. For the bulk of his compositions have already passed into musical limbo. They are cold and corpse-like, huge carcasses of sym phonies and concertos thrown into the boneyard of music. The Prelude from The Middle Ages Suite is coated with the sugar that we have learned to asso ciate with movie overtures. The Con certo is a dull platitude of virtuosity and the Sixth Symphony thumps along without making up its mind whether to be fish or fowl or good red Brahms. As one of the uninitiated impudently said : "Throw it all together and it spells 'Mother.'1 " And why is M. Glazounow, for all his knowledge, doomed to such a paltry place in the history of his art? The reasons are not difficult to discover. For one thing, he leans heavily toward the academic tradition of nineteenth centry Germany. In spite of the fact that Lis2;t was one of the first to sense his specific talents, he found his way easily among the mases of the new classicism. But he was not content to take his niche as a misplaced Teuton. He must needs bring his talents to the finding of realism from within the boundaries of conventional form. And as a result the form is impotent and the realism pallid. Never has a composer of such eminence fallen with such a resounding thump between two stools. That Glawunow should have slipped into such a trap was almost inevitable when one considers his history as a man and a richly-endowed personality. He has stood by while Russia has made musical history, lending personal assist ance to hundreds of students, living a vivid life as teacher, interpreter and Prince of Bohemians. To look at him is to admire his good-natured bulk, to wonder at his splendid career unmarked by any hindrances, crowned with suc cess at practically every step. It is no wonder that, like so many of his con temporaries, he absorbed too much of the Western world of music and failed to find a vital and original direction. It is a trite enough expression, but genius more often than not has to tread the thorny way. And the man of great genius must usually possess an austerity that makes him bad company on a party. Tone from Tansman EVEN an Alexander III. This time a Pole, Alexander Tansman, who descended upon Orchestra Hall during the week of Noel when the ladies of the Friday afternoons were worrying for fear Junior would chew the paint from the new hobby-horse. This ab sent-mindedness may have had some thing to do with the leisurely way in which M. Tansman was received on his three-appearances as composer, conduc tor and pianist. For Tansman is rather tough going at Christmas time, an acrid, feverish and nervous talent whose musics demand the ultimate in concentration and sympathy. And after five hours of his manifes tations I am still far from sure where he belongs in the contemporary hier archy. Weighed against him in the balance are the rather vague meta physics with which he describes his music, and (a more serious charge) his apparent inability to compose a slow movement that captures the interest of the hearer. Of the lyricism to which he pretends there is little to be found in the bitter, knotted intricacies of his involved counterpoint, and there is about him a hectic restlessness which eventually irritates. On the other hand the scherzo of the piano concerto THE CHICAGOAN 25 is a marvel of facile grace and the finale, with its faint reminiscences of the ja% idiom, finely sonorous. With Danse de la Sorciere he probably comes closest to our taste. This work, for ballet, has much of the grand, free sweep (and some of the manner) of Stravinsky at the epoch of the Firebird. Considering how badly most com posers play the piano, Tansman re vealed himself as a striking virtuoso, and he had more than ordinary com petence at the conductor's desk. The program of Friday and Saturday began with a splendid reading of the E flat major Symphony of Mozart by Eric de Lamarter, substituting for Stock. Visitors from Cincinnati AND in case you haven't read about i it anywhere else, take note of the forthcoming appearances of the Cincin nati May Festival Chorus with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at Or chestra Hall on February 6, 7, and 8. The programs, already announced, are the kind to dream about, including as they do a Bach Cantata and Magnificat, Brahms' superb German Requiem, and Honegger's symphonic psalm, King David, probably the finest choral work of the new century. Assisting soloists will be Ethel Hayden, Dan Gridley, Anna Burmeister, Merle Alcock, Her bert Gould and Fraser Gange. * THE Civic Opera Tosca is a three star unit in the repertoire (apolo gies to Mae Tinee) if only because of the ubiquitous M. Vanni-Marcoux and the full-lunged Murio. Add the French man to your gallery of Scarpias, a lour ing, sombre fellow, practiced in all the subtle villainies of an obscurantist Ro man police force. It is incredible with what freshness this artist takes hold of the most hackneyed roles. Even the stale wickedness of the second act is able to capture the imagination at his hands and it is possible to forget that a good-natured basso is chasing a hand some soprano around a table because once there was a playwright named Sardou. Muzio sings divinely, passing expert ly through the time-honored arias that fall to her lot. And if her acting may be described as "old school" nobody minds much. 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Due to its widespread popularity we can deliver it to your door for a few cents a bottle. It is indeed one of the finer things in life which everyone can enjoy. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, Inc. 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold also at your neighborhood store) WAUKESHA WATER I40ME JUITE WOME Simplifying This Business of Living By RUTH G. BERGMAN A SHORT time ago Mr. Gaar Wil liams, in one of his apt cartoons, called attention to the difference be tween the housing conditions of the carriage of the nineties and the high powered automobile of today. His drawing showed the buggy installed in a splendid stable and tended with all the care and affection that might be lavished on a royal infant; the three thousand dollar horseless carriage stood on the street protected by nothing more salubrious than a blanket of snow. This cartoon, it would seem, expresses an at titude rather than a very general con dition, since many a city man would consider himself lucky if it were pos sible for him to leave his car out in the cold. Not dread of what sleet may do to his chromium trimmings or icy blasts to his radiator snuggling behind its win ter front, but fear of the law makes him scurry to find a garage. Either the street is disfigured by those smug No Parking signs that seem to sit pertly on their posts making faces at motorists, or else the curb is lined for miles with the cars of other fellows who got there first. One of the unsolved mysteries of life is how anybody ever gets a park ing space, since all are constantly filled. At any rate, a garage has become as necessary to many families as a nursery or a kitchen. The baby can always sleep on the floor, and the parents can buy their meals in a restaurant; but any member of the family who leaves the car on the boulevard will probably receive a card from the police with an R.S.V.P. that cannot be ignored. So wherever the zoning ordinance will per mit, the parking problem is being solved by means of big garages for big buildings. It is not long, comparative ly, since private dwellings first acquired built-in garages. Now tenants are de manding that large apartment houses adopt the same style. The demand is being satisfied very effectively at 3260 and 3270 Sheridan Road. A private driveway and a garage with access to the building lob bies solve the two problems of parking and unloading on the boulevard. In these days of winter an inside entrance from heated house to heated garage is reason enough for hanging up an old- fashioned God Bless Our Home sign. BUT these buildings have other fea tures which deserve attention. Of these location is foremost. The Sheri dan Road site (at Aldine Avenue) has already been extolled in these pages. In front of the buildings the Lincoln Park golf course, the Chicago Yacht club harbor, the drives in the park, the kaleidoscopic pattern of Lake Michigan, are spread out like a marvelous piece of tapestry in which all the figures have come to life. And that within fifteen minutes of the loop. While these two buildings are en tirely separate, they are joined by the bonds of management, joint use of gar age and driveway and close harmony of architecture. The building at 3260 contains six-room apartments; its neigh bor is made up of four and five- room suites. The six-room apartments are blessed with three exposures and a plan that provides the utmost convenience with the least possible waste space. In a city that is cursed with long, useless halls, these apartments are almost startlingly compact. A small, so-called gallery, which serves both as reception hall and passage runs between living room and dining room; a very short passage leads to the bed rooms; other wise every inch of space is used for well proportioned rooms, baths and closets. In every apartment the living room and one master bed room have a permanent view of the lake. Many persons pay little attention to methods of ventilation, but those who do are practically unanimous in their prefer ence for outside bath rooms. For their benefit it should be remarked that every TWECWICAGOAN 27 bath in 3260 Sheridan has a window. The decoration of the apartments is left to the discretion of tenants. The lobby of this building is very similar to that of its sister one door north; and that's not all. The kindest thing that can be said of either of them is that they can some day be done over. Their leaning toward decoration of the movie palace period is not at all repre sentative of the character of either building, although 3270 is jazzed up just a trifle. Here the five room apart ments consist of living room, dining room, service pantry, kitchen, two mas ter chambers and two baths. Like the six room apartments next door, all of these have cedar closets. The four room suites have a chamber apiece and an ex tra bed or two lurking in the living room closets. Most of the dining rooms are small and the kitchens of kitchen ette dimensions. However, many of them have outside ventilation and all may be entered from the public corri dor, thus giving the apartment the luxury of what is virtually a back door. PULLING on our seven league boots we now take about five steps and arrive at 7020 Jeffery Avenue, a build ing in the South Shore district where we find another interesting assortment of small, unfurnished homes. The smallest consists of a living room with disappearing bed, bath room, large closet and kitchenette. The larger apartments add a bedroom and a dining room. All living rooms are large and bright; the bath rooms have colored tile walls; and the kitchens are fitted with cabinets which can be reached without going to the apartment above, chopping a hole through the floor, and reaching down a hand through the aperture. This is a novel feature in kitchenettes. There are other novelties, too. Over a long period of years one item after another has been added to the list of conveniences supplied by the landlord: running water, heat, gas, electricity, mechanical refrigeration. The owners of 7020 Jeffery supply another neces sity of life, constant entertainment. The tenant manipulates a small mech anism in the wall and instantly music flows out of a disk near the ceiling like water out of a tap. An arrangement of five powerful receiving sets on the roof, connected' with built-in loud speakers and dials in all living rooms provides every apartment with the output of five broadcasting stations, WMAQ, KYW, WLS, WGN, and WBBM. southern fashions a brilliant collec tion of smartly different modes that will make their debut at southern resorts, types for every daytime and evening occasion. f^M/l/k&A The one absolutely certain guarantee of the best theatre seats on the best theatrical aisles is the order of those seats through Couthoui Branches at all Leading Hotels and Clubs 28 TI4ECUICAGOAN For that Southern Sojourn Sportswear Gowns Wraps Millinery Accessories Frank Sullivan, Inc. Sixteen-fifteen Sherman Ave. Evanston h\o Greatest Polo Players Interesting and unusual revelations of how the polo players of the United States are rated as to in' dividual stellar ability are promised in the forthcoming handicap list ings of civilian, army and inter- collegiate players. You will find this information, of value to every sportsman, in the February issue of POLO "The Magazine of the Came" Quigley Publishing Company 407 S. Dearborn St. Chicago Five Dollars for one year, Eight Dollars for two years. Ten Dollars for three years TAe CUICAGOENNE That First Crocus By MARCIA VAUGHN THESE southern clothes always re fresh my jaded vision whether I leave town or not. They seem so happy after months of grimy fur have hugged a rapidly graying neck, and this year they are happier than ever in the most springlike shades and patterns imagin able. And the styles are definitely set, with the designers going on surely and blithely along the lines they introduced this fall. Hips and waistlines are still moulded sauvely, skirts billow and swirl as before, the decolletage is low in back and it's all very gracious and lovely. The really new touches are in the changed sleeves and the colors. The colors! No garish hues and startling brightness, no bold patterns, but feminine, dainty little things as pretty as an April garden — and that's not being gushy either. They are de' cidedly worth inspecting whether you buy now or not as they are definite foretaste of what our northern spring will look like, fashionably speaking. Pastels in tones just vaguely off the ordinary pinks and blues and greens are the chief favorites. The best liked green, for instance, is a pale flat shade with less yellow in it than chartreuse, paler than Nile green — you'll find it in some form in almost any of the shops. Another favored shade is a rather sickly looking green verging on mustard which looks a bit ghastly up here but makes a tanned skin look more tanned, which is still the smart ideal. Pale yellows, linen blue and some baby blue, a few myrtle greens, very pale beige, almost like old ivory, soft pinks in tones that remind one of strawberry ice cream or raspberries and cream flutter about everywhere. A very misty hue called wood violet takes up where Patou's dahlias left off. It is much lighter and has more gray in it but it does seem to be the springtime version of the fall color. As for fabrics — we see many more solid colors than prints in the silks for daytime and evening and the prints that are shown are decidedly new. There is no flamboyant modernistic de- ' sign anywhere; it is all quite ladylike and highly horticultural with either very, very large flowers in subdued col ors or tiny sprigs in all over patterns, leaf traceries in one color on a lighter background, or little broken branches and blossoms scattered prettily about all over the surface. (The word "pretty," you see, comes back triumph antly in these fashions.) For daytime suits it seems to be a silk season, flat crepes and shantung being especially liked; and in the evening, also, flat crepes, chiffon and georgette, moire, soft taffetas are still the best bets. Very sheer wool suits and angora jersey are grand fabrics for sports and there are some delightful soft tweeds and wools which should be part of every southern and certainly of every north ern spring wardrobe MANY of the mast attractive new ensembles, both in wool and silk, are of the three piece type with tuck'in blouse, skirt fitting loosely at the hip and flaring to a few inches below the knee — the sports things are not very long. Field's fifth floor section has a large assortment of these, many of them in the tiny checked materials which promise to be the thing in spring pat terns. One of these in the mustardy color is an amusing affair. The skirt is very, very snug down to the hips, the coat is three-quarter length with a narrow leather belt at the high waist' line and the effect, if you indulged in a little long feather hat, would be quite that of a Bowery Kiki. However, on the impudent type it ought to be darned effective. There is also a stun ning dark blue suit here with coat of finger-tip length and a very beautifully cut skirt. A blue and white checked blouse with a pointed pcplum hangs over the skirt and ties in back for all the world like an old-fashioned "dress ing sacquc." One of the most stunning bits I have seen. This and a dark brown wool suit with blouse of egg shell satin would be just right for wear all through the the spring here in the North. The blouse on the brown suit has effective sleeves slashed and tied jauntily at the cuffs. Be sure to observe the new sleeve habits everywhere. Long bell-like sleeves are in again on afternoon things. Puffed sleeves gathered at the wrist ap pear on a lovely georgette creation at TI4ECWICAG0AN 29 Carson's. Field's have the new black dress with huge puffs of green set in at the elbows; another black there has wide strips of white set into the flow ing sleeve; a wood violet chiffon has a deep ruffle falling away from a little below the elbow — interesting treat ments on everything. Even the sleeve less dresses have the armholes embell ished in some way. Stevens have quite a collection of sleeveless silks quaintly scalloped around the neck and armholes or individualized in some way about the armholes. These are all high-belted and accompanied by jackets — long coats, cardigans, short bolero-like ones or little capes. Boleros and capes are very fetching with the high waistline. Pear lie Powell has a grand array of printed silks and chiffons with a cape-like affair stitched down across the back and hang ing over the arms to form short sleeves. Plenty of dresses here and at other shops have elbow length sleeves or sleeves just a bit above the elbow, mostly ruffled. As I prowled around among these quaint sprigged pieces I felt as demure as any Jane Austen heroine, and a charming feeling it is, I tell you. OUR afternoons and evenings run mainly to large floral effects in printed chiffons, with flowers six inches or more in diameter, or else to solid pastels or laces. Field's show a mag nificent Lanvin chiffon with the huge flowers dropped at intervals here and there and shooting out rays of strass embroidery. They have some gracious things in the wood violet chiffon, too, and a delicate pale blue crepe evening dress very high waisted and floating away very, very long to the floor. Most of the evening things do reach the floor and trail along in slim statuesque fashion, frequently with trains. There are a lot of simple flat crepes with no trimming whatever but strips or flat bows of the same material set into the dress. Whenever metallic and beaded effects are used they are very delicately handled as in a melon colored chiffon at Field's with long strips of light bead ing spaced in from the neck to the hem, creating an exceedingly airy and princesse like effect. One of the choice evening gowns of the year I saw at Rena Hartman's — a yellow taffeta with very wide billowy skirt reaching the floor and a deep vio let velvet ribbon tied around an almost [continued on page 33] SAIL AWAY TO THE WEST INDIES &/T Paradise for Pleasure Pirates iHROUGH sparkling seas— under heavenly skies to islands of delight — where towering palms fringe the shore. In luxury, you cruise to the fascinating, colorful lands of the Caribbean — Cuba, Jamaica, Santo Domingo, Porto Rico, The Virgin Islands, The Windward Islands— The Spanish Main and Panama. Join the Order of Pleasure Pirates — 'dance, swim and enjoy deck games with gay and happy companions — on one of the glorious cruises of the S . S . 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A little quieter, cooler, more conservative than Miami, it is an excellent choice espe- cially if you have friends established in the grand homes that are all about. Whether you stay with the friends or at a hotel you should be in with a "set," as Palm Beach runs more to exclusive group life and is less free and easy than Miami. At Miami Beach you find all the world and his ex-wives, the last word in dress illustrated daringly, a lot of flash, dash, gayety, with, neverthe- less, a layer of solid conventionals who have been going there for years and al' ways will. It is dotted with good and famous hotels, the Roney-Plasa and Pancoast being the most highly favored on the sea side and across the beach the Flamingo, dispensing hospitality to the yachting crowd. Yachting, swimming, sand lazing, deep-sea fishing, whippet races at Hylea, the Palm Club (food and chance) — all are part of the Miami picture. But the most pleasant idling goes on about the cabanas at the Bath Club where millionaires and multis tote their cafeteria trays with a will and pay high for the privilege. Therefore, cultivate Bath Club members and make your hotel reservations now even if you aren't going till March, and you will be all fixed for a bright, frivolous time. Illinois Central has its famous Florida trains from Chicago and the Pennsyl vania Travel Shop at Wacker Drive and Michigan will arrange your trip by the eastern route if you choose that way. VERY much as they do along the French Riviera, small quiet spots in Florida and thereabouts leap into social favor every season as certain fashion able groups shift away from the big popular centers. If you are exclusively inclined or have some special pet inter ests you may enjoy these places more than Miami or Palm Beach. At St. Petersburg fishing enthusiasts gather regularly every year and there are also golf, water sports and pleasant parties; St. Augustine attracts the "isn't it quaint — isn't it interesting?" sort of people and offers some good fun to boot. Sea Island Beach, off Georgia, is less tropical and an ideal spot for real sportsmen — sailing, yachting, swim ming, fishing, and in addition, glorious golf, tennis, hunting and all sorts of minor sports. The Cloister Hotel here offers very fine accommodations in the hotel or attractive cottages for the season. Nassau in the Bahamas is getting to be more of a favorite every year. It is an overnight voyage from Miami by boat, or just a couple of hours by plane, and yet it is altogether foreign — quietly British (though the go-getter spirit is producing booming hotels and night clubs here too) with authentic refresh ments. The Colonial has been the pre eminent hotel at Nassau for some time, though a new one was going up at my last stop and probably offers space now. Across the continent is all California, which I have done up brown in other issues, with its pleasant possibilities for a short jaunt to Hawaii. In Santa Fe, New Mexico, is one of the most pic turesque hotels of the United States, the Pueblo-like La Fonda, newly fin ished but with all the tradition of the TWE CHICAGOAN 31 old La Fonda built into its Spanish In dian rooms and patios. It is a fascinat ing place, filled with relics of the old West and colorfully luxurious. From here one covers the historic Indian de tour or embarks on the Harveycar Motor Cruises of the Southwest which, too, are one of the more unique travel offerings in this country. Special par ties are taken on these cruises for as short or long a trip as they desire all over the remote, intensely interesting sections of New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado where trains do not penetrate and Indian life goes on actually as it did in pioneering days. The couriers, as you probably know, are specially trained college girls who know their his tory and archaeology well enough to answer the hundred or more questions you are sure to ask. For reservations and information consult the Santa Fe Railroad office here. OF Arizona joys we have also spoken before. Briefly, you may have all the swank of a big hotel as well as a lot of outdoor life at the Arizona- Biltmore, near Phoenix; you can have a sort of glorified ranch and resort life at Castle Hot Springs or actual ranch environment and activities on any one of the fine winter dude ranches plenti ful around here. And there are any number of smaller hotels like the San Marcos or Ingleside Inn which are comfortable, serene, and lovely. A lot of people who have been going south much are now casting curious glances into Mexico and it looks as if the southern republic's capital is in for a big tourist boom. At present, how ever, it is still exclusive, a new travel idea, and altogether exciting. Mexico City has much of the flavor of Havana and a tremendous array of strange shrines, magnificent buildings, historic relics and awe-inducing scenery. Its cafes, restaurants, bullfights have long been favorites of travel connoisseurs and an indefinite stay, if possible, is pre scribed. For those with limited time the Raymond- Whitcomb land cruises have been extended to take in about two weeks of Mexico City and a little traveling in the country roundabout. A Caribbean Letter SINCE setting sail from New York one grey winter morning on the Steamer "Franconia," I have never quite lost the enchantment of gently and lazily drifting from island to island You Visited the Palace of Urbino Could you ever forget it! That beautiful frieze of dancing Cupids with gilt hair and wings .... the doorways enriched with scrolls of heavy-headed flowers .... the vaulted balconies .... and gorgeous tapes tries of old Troy — many say it the fairest castle of all Italy. You were enthralled — and you wanted to bring it all back home. It may surprise you, but you can now do this very thing. Kelly Interior Crafts can re create this and many other magnificent set tings right in your own home. A cozy bed room in the Spirit of the Tudors, a drawing room after the manner of the Louis', an artis tic tile-like floor from Old Spain. Call at our studio. Specializing in Producing Antique Effects KELLY INTERIOR CRAFTS CO. 905-11 N. Wells St. CHICAGO, ILL. [/*zlHE consensus of K~S opinion among smart Chicagoans who have viewed our Southern wear is that these styles are the superior ones of Chicago. iflcirW I^aJlarimanW 333 &Wichigan<Jtve*i<Aforth : 32 THE CHICAGOAN HOW TO THAVEJL INDEPENDENTLY Independent travel to Europe is so called because it makes the traveler independent of worry and annoyance. Whether you travel by automobile, aeroplane, motor coach, or train, you do not leave to chance any of the essentials of the trip. The itinerary is based on your ideas of where you wish to go and how long you can stay— London, Paris, Vienna, Madrid...and Obey ammergau, without a doubt. Every thing is attended to in advance — steamer tickets, hotels, seats on trains, sightseeing, etc., just as though a private secretary had arranged it all. And you sail with the assurance that your trip has been expertly planned from be ginning to end. A telephone message, personal call, or a note will bring plans " and suggestions, and upon your approval reservations will be made immediately. American I Express r&ravel ^Department 70 East Randolph Street, Chicago or 259 So. Meridian Street, Indianapolis, Ind. 457 East Water St. (City Hall Sq.). Milwaukee, Wis. American Express Travelers Cheques Always Protect Your Funds in the Caribbean. Correct Cunard stewards with tall and handsome Brit ish officers causing much fluttering among the feminine contingent, and the experience of meeting just the perfect fellow travellers on board all contrib uted towards making my trip unusually delightful. The West Indies cruise has many high spots with Port au Prince in Haiti and Havana in Cuba, the two outstand ing places in my memory. The market place of Port au Prince swarms with picturesque natives who conduct the business of the day amid unbelievable confusion and almost unbearable gib bering and chattering. As far as I could discern, the whole business con sists of exhibiting, spread out on the ground, a handful or two of coffee beans, tropical fruit, and other produce in which nobody seems to evince the slightest interest. In startling contrast is Havana, that gay, pleasure-loving city, beautiful beyond belief and utterly enchanting. Everyone gathers at the Grand Casino to dine and dance and, perhaps more important, to follow the whirl of the roulette wheel in an at mosphere gayer than that of Monte Carlo. The most amusing incident of the cruise was the episode of Sergeant Johnson. In Nassau while waiting for the glass-bottom boat to take us to the Sea Gardens my friend, Mr. John Man ning Van Heusen of collar fame, made the acquaintance of Police Sergeant Johnson, a monstrously large negro keeper of law and order. Mr. Van Heusen, finding him most accommo dating, asked if he would like to re ceive a few dozen Van Heusen collars. The Sergeant was delighted and an nounced that the size was eighteen and one half. Being a man of his word, Mr. Van Heusen, undaunted by the circumference of Sergeant Johnson's neck, had the collars specially made and was rewarded with the following classic : Nassau N. P. Bahamas W. I. To Mr. J. Van Heusen, Esq. 393-7th Ave. New York City N. Y. Dear Sir: — My compliment to you & I hope you are quite well &? enjoying the best of health. "Water Water Everywhere" but none so good as CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water The Purest and Softest Spring Water in the World Bottled at the Springs Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 South Canal Street All Phones Roosevelt 2920 Book Now for choice space to Now's the best time to select your cabins for your summer trip abroad . . . you get first choice of space at the price you wish to pay. On lux urious Empresses, fast new Cabin Duchesses and other popular Cana dian Pacific liners. Sailing from quaint French Montreal and Quebec, down the picturesque St. Lawrence Seaway. Saves two days open sea! Representa tive will call on you with ship plans and details — there's no obligation. Phone or write your local agent or E. A. Kenney, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. Telephone Wabash 1904 Canadian Pacific World's Greatest Travel System Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Cheques — Good the World Over TI4ECWICAG0AN 33 I often think of you 5? have being trying to write a long time, to renew our friendship, it was extreamly kind of you in fowarding me the many of the nicesist product of the Inc. collars, for which I thank you kindly. I would had written you before, but on the night of March 17th whilst on duty in the Eastern District some devil struck me in the beak of my head with a stone which made me quite indis posed for several weeks, I was not able to find him because he who struck me laid waite behind a wall 6? did it as I passed along Shirley st. he is one of those devils who dives money around the wharf on the arrival of the tug: been mad because I chase them out of the sea. I am much better now. I will be retiring from the service at the end of this year having then completed 31 years service at the age of 49. Write me soon I close yours very Respectfully No 40 A. E. Johnson Sergt of Police P. S. If you are coming to Nassau Next winter let me know ahead what I can look for you, because shall not be in uniform. — NICHOLAS F. CRAIG. The Chicagoenne Surveys the Mode [begin on page 28] empire waistline. The neck and shoulder straps are in net with the belt topped off by a prim little corsage in front. It looks exactly like the sweet little things drawn on valentines and should be absolutely devastating on anyone with a coy spark in her. At Hartman's also is a lovely lace gown in a pale, pale green with tiers of ruffles swirling diagonally up the skirt. Some delightful little afternoon things by Pearlie Powell are in flat crepe with yokes of embroidered batiste extending into tiny cap sleeves. The batiste in pale colors is very feminine and dainty and smartly mid-Victorian. Hats are getting quite brimmy again as they naturally would for wear in the glaring sun, though much of the brim still flops away to the side and back, and spring hats for the north are still pretty fond of the off-the-face effect. The same greens, corn color, wood vio let and linen blue of the dresses pre dominate in hats, and baku and felt pop up as perennially as ever. The big excitement this season is centered in a fabric called Panama-lac, something like baku but infinitely softer and there fore more pleasantly drapeable, and very glossy in finish. Several effective designs in this fabric are in evidence in Steven's French room. Stevens also show a few little afternoon hats in a soft, gleaming material called cello phane mesh. I always thought cello phane was a sort of exalted lunch paper but apparently I was in error. This is a very attractive, lustrous, fabric. Dresses may get fairly frilly but shoes remain classically simple for the most part. Both Field's and Saks have some things that are pretty gorgeous with trimmings of gold or silver kid and what-not but the best liked shoes, as before, are simple pumps or strap slippers in moire, dyed to match eve ning gowns. The woman with an ex tremely pretty foot might look at a moire shoe at Field's which has the vamp open almost to the toes and laced with gold kid. Others should cling to the more inconspicuous things. About the newest idea in daytime shoes is Saks use of cotton, handblocked in prim little designs of flower sprigs, broken squares and triangles and other effects. They are done in brown on beige, red on ivory, and other colors, and have fat little bags and a scarf to match. Saks also have some linen slip pers in two tones of green, the ubiqui- ous mustard shade and a darker one, with bags too. And for sports spec tators, some perfect oxfords and strap slippers, in white buckskin with brown or snakeskin. Their southern shoes must not be missed. 34 TI4ECUICAG0AN L It's positively blissful! That picked- up feeling after a bowl of mussels. That savory zest in Oysters L Aiglon or the slip of a knife into melting squab. Each dish by our French chef is a rare experience lor discerning diners -out. .Luncheon, dinner and supper, -with dancing from six until two. 22 E. Ontario D E L a -w a r e 19 09 ^ & MAKE MY HOME YOUR HOME for an afternoon or evening at Wilhelmina Howland extends the hospitality of her beautifully ap pointed home on Sheridan Road, with careful cuisine and service, for the luncheon or dinner party requiring that unforgetable su perlative touch. Early English atmosphere. An ideal setting for weddings parties, musicales and club meetings. Bridge luncheons, with the man darin room provided for card play ing, are a popular feature. Telephone Briargate 2646 for reservations 7631 feheritran ftoab BOOK/ Still Another Way to Write a Story By SUSAN WILBUR WHAT Helen Grace Carlisle dis covered when she wrote See How They Run — the book that Boston didn't like — was of course the same thing that Anita Loos discovered when she wrote Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Namely a style. But with a difference. What Miss Loos invented was a style plus a point of view. Which was very useful for certain things, such as her own sequel — or Emily Post's discussion of etiquette as practised by the younger set. But only for certain things. Where as you can play one tune on Miss Loos' invention you can play a dozen on Miss Carlisle's. In her first book she played a story in counter point. In her 1930 book, Mothers Cry, it is the same person. The only trick to it whichever way being this: That you let a character think in the same turns of phrase he or she would use if speaking, and then leave out part of the punctuation. When more than one character is involved you, of course, have occasion ally to hang up a sign, as in the Eliza bethan drama, to show who is thinking. This is not, however, the real objec tion to the style, or at least not the fault that older and more economical authors would find with it. The real trouble is that, in order to use it, you have to know such a lot, and you have to have such a lot to say. IN Mothers Cry, for instance, there's the question of the nineties. It was then that the heroine, a cash girl in a dry goods store of the time, fell in love with and married her Mr. Wil liams, who worked over in the silks. And it wouldn't be much fun if the author didn't know how cash slips worked, and how girls and their moth ers wangled men into matrimony in those days, and what engagement parties were like before radio, not to mention engagement presents in the era of Gibson girls, and what Frank read while Mary washed the supper dishes. And what you have to know about their surroundings is nothing to what you have to know about your char' acters themselves. And even then it might sound like twaddle if the author didn't have some thing perfectly tremendous to say. On page three — when Mary is no farther toward Danny than having given Mr. Williams a cake out of her lunch box — you already know that Danny died on the electric chair. And this sinister note sounds above all the talk of Frank being a perfect husband, and of the emtional delights and the financial and soporific difficulties of having rather more than a baby a year, and the trag' edy of Frank's being killed by a street car, and the Victorian goodness of Frank's boss in planning Mary's future for her, and the little boy badness of Danny and goodness of Artie and Jenny, and the temperamental extremes of Beatty. Would things have been different for Danny if Frank had lived? What should Mary have done for him that she didn't? Or is an atavism an atav- ism, whatever you do? And when tabloids publish pictures of people in electric chairs is there any difference between that and hanging people in the middle of the street for the edifica tion — and entertainment — of the popu' lace? "Tantalus JO VAN AMMERS-KULLER is a Hollander but she seems to know her New York and her Long Island. In Tantalus, just translated, the Ameri can background is at least as effective as the Dutch one. To begin with, Everts Tideman has married into the rich and powerful Vogel family, who believe in family solidarity and keeping of old tradi tions. The Vogel family admits, TI4E CHICAGOAN 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 moderne Sil ver Club on the Roof. Gra cious service — a fine cui sine. Prices most attractive. Menus and suggest ionssub- rnitted without obligation. Hotel Knickerbocker Walton PI. at Michigan Blvd. (Opposite The Drake) J. I. McDONELL, Manager Phone Superior 4264 T^ew Models from Leading French Houses for Winter Resort Wear Arcade Building 616 S. 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But there are injured looks and Everts gets a guilty feeling that drives him into still another adventure. Ironically enough the woman who really captures him is someone whom Everts is quite definitely not in love with — it was her sister who had spelt romance for him once in Paris. Now, years later, in America, he falls into the arms of this lady who not only loves him but sees him as her last chance — and she follows him to Holland and insists on his divorcing Thora. Which is the last thing in the world that this father of a family wishes to do. The author leaves us in no doubt as to her own sympathies — and she sees the man's point of view as few woman writers have done. Furthermore, in her description of the American scene she makes it appear that the conditions which so alarm our more conservative critics are like the conflagration of green wood — there is more smoke than there is flame. "The Hawbucks I AM tempted to write an essay on foibles, beginning with Mr. Blaii' quet in Bird in Hand, who sold sar' dines, but collected mosses, and wind' ing up with my own. Of necessity I write, of necessity I walk three miles before breakfast or, with luck, after breakfast. But when I have my own choice in the matter what I do is to establish just enough of a temperature to stay in bed," and then stay there and read books about fox hunting. The only trouble is that there are not enough of them. Yes, I know, there are the works of Surtees. But I mean books like Mary Borden's Three Pilgrims and a Tinker, and Margot Asquith's Octavia and Siegfried Sas' LU a LU I V Z LU 2 < O r- I— I— to LU CD < o GO < Q o MS rt h Repent eisure There's nothing to repent, except perhaps the frenz ied rush of modern life, as you relax into the reassur ing leisure of the Lloyd Cabin Quartet, — Berlin, Stuttgart, Muenchen and Dresden. The sea gives back health and spirits bat tered by winter. The lux urious smoothness of the splendid ships builds new energy for your holiday in Europe. You'll not repent at speed in the thrilling swiftness of Lloyd Express, — Bremen, Europa, and Columbus. It's the smoothness of in comparable speed, and the fashionable gaiety of modem life at sea. !30 W.Randolph St. CHICAGO or your local agent 36 TUt CHICAGOAN Texas Guinan and Her Gang klGive the little girl a hand!" The queen of whoopee comes west. Even Federal judges laugh when Texas cuts loose. And now she does her stuff at the Green Mill — a wise crack a minute and the snappiest, gayest show that ever jumped through the hoop at la Guinan's com' mand. Every night Green Mill Broadway at Lawrence Telephone Sunny side 3400 si WOODS soon's Memoirs of a Fox Hunting Man. And now John Masefield's The Haw bucks. Yes, I know his Sard Har\er was the last straw. And, like yourself, I have never before read any of Mr. Mase field's prose that didn't sound more like a nightmare than a novel. But The Hawbuc\s is different. The plot, to be sure, is one that has been in use since the Restoration, and it wasn't new them. A beautiful girl gets proposals from everybody, from the minister on down, each funnier, and less funny, than the last, and then marries the one dud among all her suitors. While ex machina the author produces for his hero an illegitimate half sister of the beautiful Carrie, who looks just about like her but who, owing to her birth, has had a chance to acquire a lot more character. But there's a run in The Hawbuc\s that couldn't be beat by the Quern. Also there's a snowstorm. Vintage of 1930 The Gourmets' Almanac: Wherein is set down, month by month, recipes for strange and exotic dishes with divers consid erations anent the cooking and the eating thereof, together with the feast days and the fast days and many proverbs from many lands, also the words and music of such old-fashioned songs as should be sung by all proud and lusty fellows. To all this is appended A Garland for Gourmets tressed with many quaint fancies and liter ary blossoms culled from the most noble writers of all ages, the whole being col lected and compiled by Allan Ross Mac- dougall. Illustrated by several artists of note and talents. (Covici-Friede.) A cookbook which scours Europe from Russia to the Riviera and discards calories as be ing subversive of gastronomy. The Lantern Show of Paris, by F. G. Hurrell with a foreword by Andre Maurois. (Jonathan Cape and Harrison Smith.) Round the year, from spring to winter in Paris, in a series of short lengths where the smart jostles the picturesque and the picturesque the merely Parisian, and you are one moment contemplating chrysan themums, the next oysters. Again, a bevy of typists going early to work without a wrinkle in any of their stockings, and again a street walker giving her last cigarette to a beggar at 3:30 A. M. and lighting it for him. Iron Man, by W. R. Burnett. (Lincoln MacVeagh: The Dial Press.), The author of Little Caeser, a Chicago book of the kind they aren't front paging any more, now that the World's Fair is getting so close, is again a book club choice, and with another vigorous story, this time about a prize fighter. THE CHICAGOAN Rejects a Manuscript X. 6 Memorandum to Author: We return herewith your ar ticle on Chicago Bohemianism. Your writing is not badly done. Indeed, in places it is merry and observant, so much so that we attach this note rather than our brief, impersonal rejection slip. Chicago Bohemianism is not outside our field. There have appeared in THE CHICAGOAN sketches and surveys of the Round Table Inn in Vogel's base ment, the two free speech parks, the Dill Pickle Club and nu merous accounts of the goings-on of free spirits from sidewalk re partee on Rush street to the No- Jury art show. These things are part of the spectacle of the Town and we present them for what they are. However, the Bohemian fer ment is not — as your manuscript seems to contend — the sum total of intellectual achievement south west of Lake Michigan. The Chicago Symphony is, in our opinion, a better musical organ ization than the negro band in an attic cabaret. The Palm Olive Building is a splendid architec tural accomplishment, more mov ing than a very great many sculp tures in the abstract. Believe it or not, the Art Institute displays painting more notable than many which adorn hall bedrooms called studios on Center street. In writing for THE CHICA GOAN we suggest a simple de vice curiously uncommon among writers. It is, simply, that you read the advertising columns of the magazine and note the bland approach, the adult viewpoint, the unhurried tone of copy-writ ers whose business it is to study the rich CHICAGOAN audience and engage their interest. "We suggest that you rewrite your article, after having done this, and resubmit it for our consid eration. 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