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Families who have purchased from us for over seventy years; those of our cus tomers who represent the fourth and fifth generation; those who have come to us in time of need and found us ready to assist them, know that the direction we are taking is right. We repeat — THE ONE WHO FOLLOWS THE PATH CHOOSES THE DIRECTION B A I R D & W A R N E R BONDS AND MORTGAGES CHICAGO TWE CHICAGOAN STAGE Musical MAXIMAL CRACKERS— Grand Opera House, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. The Four Marx Brothers continue to pack them in. Groucho chatters his audi' ence into limp merriment, Harpo in- dulges in cuckoo pantomime and celestial music, Chico as ever, the perfect goof. Aided by an excellent cast and libretto — not that they need it. Curtain 8:15. Sat. 2:15. Monday to Friday, $4.40. Sat. and Sun., $5.50. Matinee, $3. ^BLACKBIRDS— A d e 1 p h i , 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. A delirious negro revue with top-notch tap-dancing, strutting, low-down blues. These, with the stirring dusky choir, are enough to make you tolerant of so-so comedy. Cur' tain 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 extravaganza, this time with W. C. Fields. Reviewed in this issue. Limited engagement, closing Feb. 1. Curtain 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. ?NINA ROSA— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. It has all the symptoms of a hit. Magnificently set in Peruvian splendor, with Guy Robertson a spirited hero and an opulent and fresh Romberg score. Reviewed by Charles Collins on page 26. 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. A lush and typically extravagant Ziegfeld spectacle with a whole stageful of Lady Godivas and other things. Eddie Cantor, however, is the show and a good one. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. *MLLE. MODISTE— Majestic, 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. Fritzi Scheff has started them all cheering again and sweeps into town for a promising open' ing on Feb. 9. To be reviewed. "Mile. Modiste" marks the first of five operettas to be produced in the Victor Herbert Festival. Limited engagement Feb. 9 to 22, followed by Use Marvenga in "Naughty Marietta"; Eleanor Painter in "The Fortune Teller"; "Babes in Toy land"; and "Sweethearts." Curtain 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. Every night and matinees, $2.50. Special subscription rate for series of five, $10. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— The Show, by James Quigley Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Music and Meals 4 Editorially 7 Luxury on Wheels, by Francis C. Coughlin 9 Design, by N^t Karson 10 News Item, by H. F. Harrington 11 Distinguished Chicagoans, by J. H. E. Clar\ 12 Forty Honest Thieves, by Paul T. Gilbert 13 Surcease, by Sid Hix 15 Ballade of Preference, by Gonfal.... 16 Town Talk 17 Twelfth Night, by Phil J^esbit 13 Nina Rosa, by N.at Karson 21 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 22 Emil Armin — Chicagoan, by /. Z. Jacobson 23 The Beresford Cat Show, by Francis C. Coughlin 24 Overtones, by John C. Emery 25 The Stage, by Charles Collins 26 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 29 Musical Notes, by Robert Polla\ 32 The Chicagoenne, by Mdrct'd Vaughn 34 THE CHICAGOANS 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 5. Drama +BIRD IH HAND— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. John Drink- water takes a fling at light comedy and does it exceedingly well. A deft, amus ing play of English lords and innkeepers, and mixed marriage. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Nights, $3. Matinees, $2.50. GAMBLING— Erlanger 127 North Clark. State 2461. With George M. Cohan and also by George M. Cohan. Opens February 2. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. ILLEGAL PRACTICE— Playhouse, 410 South Michigan. Harrison 2300. A farce of melodramatic tendencies. Mildly amusing and fairly exciting. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. LET US BE GAT— Studebaker, 418 South Michigan. Opens January 27 with Francine Larrimore. To be reviewed. Curtain, 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. *JUHE MOON— Selwyn, 180 North Dearborn. Central 3404. A merry razz of the gentlemen who do the nation's theme songs in Tin Pan Alley, by Ring Lardner and George S. Kaufman at their very funniest. Curtain 8:25. Mat. Thurs. and Sat. 2:25. Sun. to Fri., $3. $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. STRANGE INTERLUDE— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Eugene O'Neill's record-breaking piece. Tosh to some, epoch-making drayma to others. At any rate, an interesting experience and a long-winded one. Begins promptly at 5:30 o'clock, offers an interval 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. ¦KSTREET SCENE— Apollo, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. A colorful, exciting play of strenuous life in slum streets, ably acted and splendidly pre duced. Elmer Davis won the Pulitzer Prize with this one but don't let that keep you away. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Sunday to Friday, $3. Sat. $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. *THE MATRIARCH— Constance Collier in a powerful dramatization of G. B. Stern's best-seller; the fourth offering of the alert Dramatic League of Chicago. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Nights, $3. Matinees, $2. +THE QUEEX WAS W THE PAR LOUR— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. She won't be there long, predicts Charles Collins in his revue on [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: S6S Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 160S 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. 10 — Feb. 1, 1930. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWE CHICAGOAN CHAS ¦ A' STEVENS • & ¦ BROS Motoring in the 'thirties includes the additional thrill of planning one's Accessories to suit the occasion. Paris said so! We protest vehemently over such meticulosity ... all the time thinking it's a clever idea and planning to start any minute to Stevens to get the very newest ones for that stunning Car we know we are going to get at the Automobile Show. For the Roadster Tailored Bag of English Box Calf Leather. French Batik Scarf in very gay colors. New sports - length rope- effect Jewelry. Warm Pigskin Gloves lined with Scottish Wool. Lisle Hose with French Clox. For the Sedan Chanel's very new Gauntlet of fine im ported Kid. Exquisite Imported Bag of Quilted Moire. Pearls— always the essence of good taste. "Delmar" Chiffon Hose of cobweb delicacy. accessories . . . main floor For the Limousine Sixteen - button length White Kid Gloves. Sparkling Rhinestone Jewelry in dainty designs. Imported Bag of Shell Pearls on Chiffon. Large Chiffon Handkerchief, rich with lovely Lace. "Delmar" Chiffon Hose, 57 gauge, which are so very sheer. 4 Ti4ECI4ICAGOAN page 26. Noel Coward tries some fancy playwriting in the Balkan style with in' effectual results. Pauline Frederick and a good cast handle expertly what mate' rial they have. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Saturday night, $3. Other nights, $2.50. Matinees, $2. THE PRINCESS AND THE GOBLIN— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. A houseful of children, and this surprised adult, gasp and shudder de lightedly when the goblins steal the Princess Gwenda in the latest drama of the Junior League series. Curtain 10:30 a. m. on Saturdays only. THE FIELD GOD — Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. A sombre play by Paul Green whose "In Abraham's Bosom" won the Pulitzer Prize a few years ago. "The Field God1' is the better play. To be reviewed. Cur' tain 8:30. Mat. Fri. only, 2:30. No Monday performance. *CIVTC SHAKESPEARE SOCIETY— Civic Theater, Wacker Drive at Wash' ington. Chicago's own endowed Shake spearean repertoire company finishes its first season under the talented leadership of Fritz Leiber, reenforced by a veteran and able cast. Repertoire week, Jan. 27, presents in succession Taming of the Shrew, Hamlet, Richard III, Julius Caesar, Merchant of Venice, Macbeth, King Lear. Evenings and Sat. mat., $2.50. Wed. mat., $2. Vaudeville +THE PALACE— 159 West Randolph. State 6977. Vaudeville in a superior theater with stars of the first magnitude headlining each week under the R. K. O. Standard. Sat., Sun., holidays, $2. Week nights, $1.50. Matinee every day, $1. MUSIC CHICAGO STMPHONT ORCHESTRA — One of the best reasons for spending the winter in town is the programs pro- vided by Frederick Stock for this, the 39th year of the orchestra's life. Regu- lar subscription concerts Friday after' noons and Saturday evenings (the same program). Fourteen popular concerts, second and fourth Thursday evenings throughout the season. Tuesday after' noon concerts, a bit heavier than pop programs, the second and fourth Tues' days of each month. Call Harrison 0363 for information. COHCERTS — Harold Samuel, pianist, re' cital, 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. Re' turn engagement — La Argentina, dancer, recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday after' noon, Jan. 26, at 3:30. Claudia Muzio, soprano, recital, Orchestra Hall, Friday evening, Jan. 31, at 8:15. Benefit Ital' ian charities. German Grand Opera Company, in a repertoire of works by Richard Wagner, Auditorium theater, February 2 to 8. Sergei Rachmaninoff, pianist, recital, Orchestra Hall, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 2, at 3:30. The Skalski Orchestra, Andre Skalski, conductor, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 2, at 3:30. Ilza Niemack, violiniste, recital, The Playhouse, Sunday after' noon, Feb. 2, at 3:30. Leon Janicki, violinist, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 2, at 3:30. Myra Hess and Harold Bauer, two'piano recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 9, at 3:30. Lucia Chagnon, so' [listings begin on page 2] prano, recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 9, at 3:30. Kedroff Quartet, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 9, at 3:00. TABLES Downtown BLACKSTOHE HOTEL — 656 South Michigan. Harrison 4300. Consistently distinguished in food, service and atmos' phere, always an excellent dinner choice. Pleasant string music by Margraff. Au' gust Dittrich is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— 1Z0 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A huge hotel with tre* mendous dining facilities The Stevens divides these into satisfyingly individual restaurants. Cuisine and service in each are of the best. "Husk" O'Hare and his band now play for dancers every night in the Main Dining Room where Fey is headwaiter. The Colchester Grill is a favorite luncheon choice and at dinner time provides in addition the music of Joska de Barbary's orchestra. COKGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. More than a show place noted for Peacock Alley and the Balloon Room, the Congress gives loving care to its menu as well. Cuisine and service are notable under the direction of Ray Barette, maitre d'hotel. Ben Bernie's band comes from the London Kit Kat Club to play nightly in the Pom' peiian Room from 6 to 9, in the Balloon Room from 10 to 2, and on Saturdays in the Balloon Room at 3. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal St. Wabash 0770. Eng- lish cookery here attains high merit in sedate and handsome British environ' ment. A splendid luncheon choice. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri- son 1060. A popular and convenient restaurant on the Boulevard, well at' tended at noon and dinner and a choice spot for leisurely tea. Hearty and well- prepared dishes, as well as dainty trifles for the girl friend. BAL TABARDi— Hotel Sherman. Frank' lin 2100. Always a choice night place the Bal Tabarin offers refreshing enter' tainment as well as the changing decor effected by the miraculous clavilux. Gene Fosdick's band and Wallis is headwaiter. COLLEGE IWi— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. The College Inn keeps draw ing 'em in with Lloyd Huntley's spirited band, and a changeful floor show. Braun is headwaiter. 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, adequate as to food and service. Friday night is college and bridges and teas flourish mightily. J. A. Pappadis is maitre d'hotel. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. Set in the 24'karat environment of the genu* ine Gold Coast the Lakeshore glitters with undimmed lustre. Worldly, wise and wealthy. patrons. Splendid, unosten' tatious service under the direction of John Birgh. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. One of the focal points for nice (and many of them young) people. Good food, good serv' ice and a good band for dancing — Jack Riley's. Eric Dahlberg is headwaiter. BELMONT HOTEL — 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. An excellent dinner choice, extremely competent kitchen. Expert at arranging teas, luncheons and all manner of special par ties. August Mayer is headwaiter. JULIEH'S— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Scallop and frog leg and many bounteous courses brought to table in the French table d'hote manner and be ginning promptly at 6:30 p. m. De servedly a show place. Mama Julien oversees. Telephone for reservation. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. A steak and sandwich store open for the late night crowd and better served than is usual in after-evening places. GRATLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. A dis tinguished luncheon and dinner place with excellent cuisine. Within easy walk' ing distance from the loop. Gentle music and Mr. Homa is headwaiter. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. One of those sturdy Swedish eating places where plates and plates and plates of smorgasbrod are provided for your delectation. The rest of the dinner, if you ever get around to it, is splendid as well. VAIGLOH — 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A handsome French restaurant, cheeringly hospitable under the smiling eye of Teddy Majerus. There are pri vate dining rooms and a group of larger dining rooms all served with noble French and Orleans edibles. Dancing until two and quiet little rooms for those who choose to talk and eat instead. Alphonse and Frank ably attend your wants. THE GREEK MILL — 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Texas Guinan brings her gang, her wisecracks, her bounding energy to this large and well-behaved North Side cabaret. Merry and late with Tex entertaining every night. Ralph Burke is headwaiter. KELLT'S STABLES — Rush at Austin. Delaware 2141. The loudest night club ever heard. Every night, informal, hey hey and screaming. South CAFE LOUISIAHE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837., Devoted to the cult of Creole dining, of which Gaston Alciatore is high priest. A shrine for civilized diners. Better consult Gaston or Max the headwaiter by telephone some hours be fore a ceremonious 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. TWQCWICAGOAN APPLICATION FOR TICKETS is governed by the following conditions : 1. Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of performance for which tickets are desired. 2. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in correct amount payable to The Chicagoan. [See page 2 for prices.] 3. Application must be in writing; telephone orders cannot be accepted. Upon receipt of application The Chicagoan will effect reservation 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 sug gested that applicants name a second choice of date for which tickets are desired in case The Chicagoan's sup ply of tickets for specified perform ance is exhausted before receipt of application. Nina Rosa, Then, Friday Evening?" YOUR knowing Chicagoan intones his invitation lightly, confi dently. Drama or musical, hit or not, Adelphi or Apollo (we scurry to alfihaheticize Civic, Cort, Garrick, Grand Oftera House, Great Northern, Harris, Palace, Princess and Selwyn), a note to THE CHICAGOAN'S Theater Ticket Service achieves prompt title to seats precisely correct for the chosen diversion. On with the show. THEATER has become convenient, comfortable, assured. Elginites who hadn't seen a show since The Time, the Place and the Girl thrill to a now accessible orchestra circle. The Union Loop has re-established contact, theatrically speak ing, with Suburbia. "Thank you for the service," is whole sale reward for a service unexpectedly conspicuous and mildly embarrassing. We feel almost Rotarian. "NINA ROSA, then, Friday evening?" Well, Nina Rosa or another, Friday or another evening, directions to the left of you and the coupon to the right of them combine in pleasant affirmative. Simple, convenient, even economical — we wonder why we didn't do it before. However. . . . CJ4ICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Pi^y) - - - (Second Choice) _._ (Number of seats) — (Date) (Second choice of date) (Name) _ (Address) - - (Tel. No.). .(Enclosed) $.. 6 THtCUICACOAN MADISON EAST OF HALSTED 63 YEARS OF GOOD FURNI- TU RE Each piece in these novel rooms is plainly priced; an unusual waste basket, $3.75. NOW complete, with the attractive bedroom above and its dressing room beyond, is the Early English home planned by Good House keeping Magazine and duplicated on our Second Floor. Visitors to the John M. Smyth store, who found so much of interest in hallway, liv- ingroom and diningroom, are returning to gain fresh ideas in these new interiors, which demon strate a most practical lesson in home-making. Bringing to Chicago People an Object Lesson in Home Making HE was a gentle, unassuming man, as plain and friendly as an old glove. He lived like an unpre- tentious citizen, making no gestures to advertise his profes' sional eminence and his important function in our daily life. He was, nevertheless, a. romantic figure. He was a magician, mastering the mysteries of Nature. He should have gone about the streets wearing a tall, conical cap and a black cape spangled with silver stars. He was Henry J. Cox, chief of the weather bureau. For thirty-six years he had brooded in his tower over' looking the city; and from this eyrie filled with strange instruments and cabalistic charts he watched, with a wiz ard's vision, the birth of blizzards on the tundras of the North, the track of tornadoes through the Islands of the East. The fugitive areas of high and low barometric pres- sures never escaped his vigilance; he kept them under his thumb day after day, and compelled them to surrender evidence from which he manufactured our climate. This veteran meteorologist began his career when the un' reliability of weather forecasts was a standard jest in the community. When a newspaper wanted a weather story, it always gave the assignment to a comic writer who in' variably had something satirical to say about the Professor's inside tips from Medicine Hat. He lived to see his pre fession become almost an exact science; and in the steady development of the weather bureau's noble service to agri' culture, shipping and the general life of the country he played a highly important role. Professor Cox has left us, and he is sadly missed. At last he is free from barographs and aneroids and recording thermometers; now he rides the winds with the archangels and leaps with the lightning-flash from cloud to cloud. Whenever the demons of the storm are mixing up a par- ticularly unpleasant mess of weather, the old forecaster will surely say to himself: "It's not my business any longer, but I've got to give the folks back home fair warning." THE problem of Prohibition has become the witches* cauldron of our national life. It reminds us of the grotesque bouillabaisse that was brewed on a blasted heath for the special benefit of a dangerous monomaniac named Macbeth. Round about the cauldron go, In the poisoned entrails throw. For ten years the pot has simmered while the fanatics, the bootleggers, the hypocrites, the sadists and the sots danced around it wildly, contributing their favorite in- gredients to the portentous stew. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of hat and tongue of dog, Adder's for\ and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing. On January 13, 1930, President Hoover's commission on law enforcement cast into its maw the final touch of black magic. That band of good citizens proposed, for Editorially minor offenders, an evasion of the right / of trial by jury. The explosive power of the incantation is now completed. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Which will be an easy trick. Baboons are plentiful in the vicinity of the cauldron .... There is nothing left now for the majority of Americans, nullifiers of the Night' mare Amendment in heart and in deed, but to go give themselves up. ? THE controversy over Prohibition has had an excellent byproduct. It has taught the newspapers that there is no need for timorousness in recording and com menting upon the exploits of reformers bearing clerical titles who stalk abroad hunting things to suppress. The era in which these zealots could escape criticism because they wore the mask of virtue and had religious affiliations has ended. Witness the thorough razzing which the public prints recently gave Rev. Philip Yarrow, chief book'trapper and obscenity ferret for the Illinois Vigilance Committee. The saintly Yarrow has patterned his style after the tech nique of the prohibition agents. Cajolery of the book seller into ordering a copy of Frank Harris's senile scrib- blings; then arrest upon delivery and a fifty-fifty split of the fine. . . . This is not a pretty business, reverend sir. It is far from the spirit of the Christian gospel you have preached. It seems to give you a partnership in the shame of Frank Harris. There are ugly words that describe such a sharing. Nevertheless our attitude toward the corrupt book trade is slightly yarrowish. We agree that Frank Harris's My Life and Loves is an infected piece of writing, and we esti mate its literary value at zero. We suggest that the Rev. Yarrow abandon his trapping line and go to Paris in search of Harris. Something ought to be done about him. But don't use violence, Rev., for he's an old, old man. Just take away his collection of putrid postcards, picked up in the Place De L'Opera, and say to him: "Sale cochonl" If that doesn't hurt his feelings, try "Vieux chameau!" ? DISCOVERED: A book that isn't a war story or a sex story or a mystery story; that is rich with the old-fashioned charm of Dickens and De Morgan; that is human and happy and simple-hearted and wise; that can be read hour after hour with growing joy. It is The Good Companions, by J. B. Priestley. It has restored our faith in the novel as a cultural amusement. There hasn't been much highbrow excitement over The Good Companions. It didn't astonish the denizens of the art colonies. It isn't ""modern." It was a Book-of-the- Month and is now in its thirty-sixth printing, but it hasn't caused the little groups of serious thinkers to stand on their heads. Nevertheless, it is a masterpiece in its genre. It is a deep, refreshing draft from the enchanted well of British humor. It is, incidentally, the best story of theatrical life, in the small-town, strolling-player phase, to appear in this generation. TUQCmCAGOAN Ihe Bridal .Negligee ot Royalty Comes to Saks-Filth Avenue . . . Made by Margot of Paris for Princess Marie Jose of Belgium . . . and reproduced exactly by Margot for Saks-Fiftb Avenue. Its slim lines ... its delicate lace ... its exquisite handwork im mediately distinguish it for what it is . . . the negligee ol a princess ... It took 1500 hours for an expert to make this beautiful garment ... of soft, lustrous white satin . . . with racine lace. Tbe Margot Negligee, 695.00. Hand -made re productions to order, 295.00 SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO THE CHICAGOAN 9 Luxury on Wheels A Casual Preview of Conveyances at the Coliseum By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN COMES now the winter of 1930 with a somewhat doleful prophecy for automobile dealers in that an over production of motor vehicles is forseen unless the national market finds some way of absorbing 850,000 cars above the estimated probable consumption of 4,000,000 for 1930. We take our text from "Motor, a magazine knowing in » V \ I the vehicle field. Yet, perversely, we refuse to be disheartened at the fore cast, for the entirely selfish reason that automobiles should — if predictions for 1930 be reliable — be obtainable at prices extremely soothing to the con sumer. We are thus in the position of a gentleman profiting handsomely on the bear market. And we find the situation a delightful novelty. It is un charitable, perhaps. But it is extremely agreeable. We approach the Auto Show, opening at the Coliseum Jan uary 25, with more than ordinary enthusiasm. Even a hasty survey of current of ferings begets the definite conviction that the slogan for 1930 is power. There are, to be sure, refinements in streamline and radiator, and an increas ing number of color choices, but of nineteen new lines announced for the coming year, sixteen makers announce larger power plants and give assurance of a higher average in m.p.h., cruising radius, plus more rapid acceleration in traffic. The tendency in automobile design is definitely toward speed rather than in the direction of European econ omy — the latter a theoretical inclination long predicted. PIERCE- ARROW offers three new eights, available in eighteen stand ard bodies and on four wheelbases: Model A 144 inches, Model B 134, Model C 132. The snorter eights turn over 115 and 125 horsepower respec tively; the A Model does 132. A new transmission insures exceptional silence and an optional gear ratio in the sev eral looks toward the patronage of the driver who likes to cruise at open throttle speeds. New Pierce-Arrow models show an increase in the area of the trimmings over the hood, radi ator and upper body. The somewhat sombre Pierce appearance is thus light ened. The Pierce- Arrow used to gleam dully. Now it is lively indeed. Toggle straps, smoking sets, adjustable driver's seats and disappearing forward seats, center arm rests and new fabrics are refinements in the 1930 version. With satisfaction we note that the familiar long-horn lamp-on-fender de sign is still adhered to. Every year there are rumors of discarding this line. A change has, so far at least, been gratifyingly postponed. Prices range from $2,595 to $6,250. Cadillac, usually a staid and con servative motor, charges into the 1930 field with a 16-cylinder, 175 horse- ^£^2^^^ 10 THE CHICAGOAN power machine which would, according to most laboratory figures, turn in near er 200 horses if Cadillac did not scrupulously rate horsepower according to actual rather than theoretical condi tions. No speed tests have been re ported, but the new Cadillac should do well above 100 miles on the road. The new motor is available in a wide variety of bodies graceful in the always com petent Cadillac line, and each one equipped with non-shatter glass. Equip ment is elaborate and thorough throughout. The Cadillac, this year, will prove a sensation. It will be a formidable ven ture into the luxury field of fast and smooth cars. As these lines are written, prices are not yet available. By all means, let the fine car buyer look at Cadillac. STUDEBAKER offers the familiar Dictator, Commander and Presi dent models. The most novel mechani cal feature is an acoustic muffler, de signed to promote quietness and pro vide a gain in power. It is in the Erskine that Studebaker makes its bid for especial note in 1930. This new model is described as having more power per pound of weight than any car in the field under $1,000. It de velops 70 horsepower, has a wheelbase of 114 inches and is called, naturally enough, Dynamic. Marmon, a sensation two years ago, announces two new eights, both with augmented power plants in the $1,500 and $2,000 fields. Both offer five body styles, with bodies larger and more im pressive, and the Eight-79 tests 107 horses on the block. Marmon leans heavily on chromium fittings, boasts a fluted hood ventilator and new radiator shutters. For all that, Marmon does not offer a greatly changed appearance. A beautiful new Big Eight marks Marmon's welcome return to the fine car field. Franklin presents a beautifully com pact and distinguished vehicle in the 1930 trend, with its power plant stepped up to 95 horses and with a motor which takes its hints from mod ern aircraft practice. Details of the new motor are too complicated to be related here. We refer them unblush- ingly to amateur cognoscenti in such matters, to the vague and comforting category of engineering advances. Packard greets 1930 with its Eight De Luxe, a splendid luxury vehicle made for the few and embodying fine construction with the smooth Packard line, a design which never fails to arouse vast approval in this observer. The De Luxe is said to be the finest car Packard has yet produced. It looks it. We regret that we are not privy to details of construction as this article goes to press. We can only record the impression of a startlingly handsome automobile scrupulously appointed. All cars bear the imprint of the certain Packard genius for body design. Power plants are about the same. CHRYSLER 66's and 70's offer stepped up power. It was Chrysler which led the trend toward more speed on the road and one finds the 1930 models carrying on the same tradition of speed and power. The 70 checks in 93 horsepower, a jump of 18 horses over the previous model. Ex cept Cadillac's 16-cylinder meteor, this is the largest increase noted — it must be added that this survey, made some time before the show is on the Coliseum floor, cannot pretend to em body a too minute accuracy. The Chrysler range is from $1,000 to $3,475. Chrysler points the way to another innovation with its 70 and 77 models wired for radio, units of which mechanism are to be concealed under the cowl. Interference from the engine is reported definitely under control. Graham drops the Paige to announce an entirely new automobile rated at 100 horsepower for 8 cylinders and four gear shifts if desired. Prices on the new line are not yet available. Seen casually, it is a big blocky car, conserva tively modeled to lines which should be good in 1930, and seemingly well able to care for itself on any man's high way. The radiator is deeper, with curved top and bottom core lines, and moulds to an exceptionally sturdy body. Prospective purchasers will do well to inspect the new Graham carefully. Hudson wheels out of line with the traditional super six and aligns itself with the eights for 1930. The Essex remains a six. Both Hudson and Essex offer a convertible five passenger body — called a sun sedan — at a moderate price. It is not a new idea in bodies; it is, however, a new idea in presenting them at something like the regular cost of a five passenger car. The Great Eight registers 80 horsepower on the block. Oldsmobile does little with its 1930 power plant. It does, however, show a marked change in line, while it remains a six. Prices remain the same, starting with $875 — this for the two door sedan. A changed gear ratio adds to climbing and accelerating performance. HUPMOBILE looms resoundingly in the eight cylinder field with the Big Hup Eight, a long, pleasing, powerful car checking 133 horsepower on the block and 90 miles per hour on the road. A big car and a good look ing one, it weighs only 34 pounds to the horsepower — an exceptional ratio for a car in its class. Its body lines are excellent. Certainly the Hupmobile -merits careful consideration by buyers in the $2,000 class. A class which, this year, is replete with astonishingly good buys. Willys-Knight offers a new six in the Willys Six with a price range be low a thousand. In its class it is a big car with plenty of life. It clocks 72 miles over a measured speedway and it turns in 65 horsepower on the block. Two other six cylinder Willys- Knight cars are included in the company's showing in the thousand and two thou- THE CHICAGOAN n sand class respectfully. They are little changed to meet the 1930 season. Peerless wheels into the Coliseum arena with three new eights, entirely new for the 1930 season, handsome bodies with four-speed transmissions, and offers the Custom Eight at 120 horsepower on 130 inches of wheelbase for less than $3,000. The bodies are designed by a Russian, Count Sakh- noffsky, and are somewhat in the Euro pean tradition of body building. The Custom Eight boasts a knicknack new to this observer. It is a driver-operated rear curtain. Master and Standard Eights are priced under $2,000. The Master turns over 100 horsepower. Altogether the Peerless group promises new and lively competition in the eight cylinder field. NASH, too, presents a straight eight in its "400" series as well as two sixes, twin ignition and single. The big eight turns in an even hundred horse power and sells at $1,695. Its motor is valve-in-head, its steering notably easy; all glass is non-shatter. Nash per formance for 1930 should be splendid to judge from the impressive showing of this car on the floor plus its engi neering rating. Buick presents no radical changes and no exceptional promises. It is as dependable as always. It makes an ex cellent showing on the floor. Buick 40's, 50's and 60's are high-powered cars in their fields, thoroughly capable and thoroughly well known. The Buick streamline, not so good for the few past years, becomes a little more conserva tive for 1930. Buicks are priced, in order of their size, $1,390, $1,688, $2,096 in Chicago. Dodge, too, is conservative. One need not comment on Dodge. This car's record speaks for itself. The front drive, a long heralded in novation, is exhibited in steel and glass by Cord and Gardner. Cord, priced around $3,000, is an eight. It measures 125 h.p. on the block. It should be an interesting automobile on the floor. Re ports on Cord's performance are generally favorable, not a few are open ly enthusiastic. And, be it mentioned, performance praise in the $3,000 class is hard won in face of extremely for midable standards. The Gardner front drive was private ly exhibited in New York. It was also unavailable for pre-view in Chicago as the show cavalcade was being formed. From photographs it is a rakish looking vehicle, swift and low-hung. Perform ance tests and laboratory ratings are not available as this survey is written. The front drive cars, it seems, will come as surprises — one is disposed to wonder just why the mystery, but, after all, it is little enough of our business. See the Cord and Gardner on the floor. The always exclusive Henry Ford will display his Lincolns at a private salon. Here one may contemplate, in happy isolation, the ultimate refine ments in luxurious transportation. Pointless to enumerate horsepower and wheelbase of the Lincoln; these details are taken for granted. As for us, we take blissful refuge in the persistent rumors of a bear market in automobiles. It's an ill wind that doesn't add a bit to the ultimate con sumer's cruising radius. News Item After "Time" GIN-KISSED Chicago, famed U. S.j headquarters for bootleggery, banditry, (Time, Vol. IV, p. 126) last week startled rubber-necks, tabloid ad dicts by adding another new monolith to its jagged sky-lines, thereby rivaling slow Manhattan's altitude record for tall buildings. The Foreman-State Bank skyscraper (bonds 6? stocks) has now thrust its 140-story snoozle* into the ether near Money Lane, &? on the day of opening, buds 6-? blooms filled the marble cor ridors with gorgeous tints, spicy ex halations. Coupon-clipping dowagers, weazened millionaries came to admire, murmured congratulations, sped to the tessellated roof &? there viewed another vast edifice, the Stock Exchange, rising to salute the North Star. Shrilling of newshawks below, an nouncing a score of killings by prowl ing gangsters, suddenly transformed Money Lane into Pandaemonium.** Famed tycoons clutched stone Foreman ramps, gazed awe-struck into the swirl ing mass of human ants 11,740 feet be low. Far to the north shines another white shaft, the Palmolive temple (school girl complexion), newly washed 6? perfumed, doubless not as well furnished with ink-spots, ash trays, hello girls, airship hangars, auto motive stalls as brother giants on Boul-i mich. Truly Chicago out-Gothams Gotham as a stone maker. Competition for the highest build ing in Porktown may be resumed in the near future when mammoth Cuneo Tower, banned by aldermen, thrusts 184 stories into acrid fog and smoke, so that the angelic choir rehearsal may be distinctly heard. — H. F. HARRINGTON. *Abyssian expression meaning to pierce the sky with a darning needle. **The place of abode of all demons; used by Poet John Milton in Paradise Lost, re ferring to great hall in infernal regions. Hence applicable to area of city made noisy, riotous, wildly delirious. [EDITOR'S NOTE: Not to be outdone by or in H. F. Harrington's burlesque, we add the somehow proper information that Mr. Harrington is Director of the Medill School of Journalism of Northwestern University.] 'Oh Herbert — / love it when you look so Spanish" 12 THE CHICAGOAN Distinguished Chicago an s A SEQUENCE OF PORTRAITS by J. H. E. Clark Julius Rosenwald: Poor man at 30— kindly Croesus at 67; confrere of Presi dent Hoover, pal of Al and Cal, idol of black Chicago and European honeymooner at press time; leader in movement for swift distribution of vast fortunes, restorer of the Fine Arts Building, Saturday Evening Post writer between brightly varied shadings of a splendid public career. Quite incident ally Sears 6? Roebuck. Melvin Alvah Traylor: Trail-blazer in banking, from Malone, Texas, to the First National, Chicago; America's delegate in the organization of the Bank for International Settlements, informally the World Bank; on innumerable directorates, past president of the American Bankers' Association and of the United States Golf Association; his game — somewhere in the "80's. Gene Markey: At 20 the best dressed man at Dartmouth, at 25 the aristocrat of smart magazine writers and honored guest at the Algonquin Round Table, at 30 a high clear note above the celluloid clamor of loquacious Hollywood; The Florodora Girl, for Mile. Marion Davies, is an impending Markey witticism. Edith Rockefeller McCormick: Year- around Chicagoan, indispensable sovereign over a still slightly seething pioneer society, a sure affirmative and a substantial purse when common weal or cultural promotion beckons; regal, serene, a gracious guest at Civic Opera or civilized cinema, the chate laine of No. 1,000 Lake Shore Drive. NOTE: ]. H. E. Clar\—John Har riet Earle in his native Durban, S. Africa — is an artist by impetus of talent. Aviator in His Majesty's Air Force during the Great War, gradu ate of Illinois in '25, he returned to instruct in Agriculture at Natal University. Two years of this and, beating his plowshare into a palette he returned to Chicago. His wor\, some of which has appeared in THE CHICAGOAH, has attracted a steadily widening interest over America. Warren E. Wright: From ownership of the Calumet Baking Powder com pany, lately parted with for eight cool mil lions, to presidency of the Board of Lin coln Park Commissioners, a commanding spokesman for the business mind in public affairs; an earnest fisherman, a sincere golfer — El Contente, his summer home, flatters Golf, Illinois — a matter-of-fact multi-millionaire. TUE CHICAGOAN 13 Forty Honest Thieves The Intimate Annals of Chicago's Oldest and Brightest Dinner Club By PAUL T. GILBERT MELLOWING in the archives of the Forty Club, Chicago's old est and brightest dinner club, you will find a pamphlet made up of eight pages of doggerel by Edward Freiberger, first secretary and for many years a leading spirit of this brotherhood. It is en titled St. Peter at the Forty and was read, presumably by the author, at the Forty Club dinner of March 3, 1891. In this lyrical brief Mr. Freiberger con tends that St. Peter, after whom so many churches have been named, was at that time an actual member of the association. Fed up on golden gates, satiated with eternal milk and honey, bored with harp playing and angel choirs, he had descended to earth to become a member of this rare fellowship where he could drink Pommery and listen to the strains of Street Marie. As Mr. Freiberger puts it: New Tory's McAllister to him was but a foolish fop, ' While greetings from gay Murray Hill were simply social sop, So in disgust he quit the scene and hied him down to earth To have for once a merry laugh, to \now ecstatic mirth. On earth he was a stranger, so that every man he met Was as\ed if there was any place where comfort he could get. Where he, without a swallowtail, 'gainst earthly wits might rub, And every man he questioned said: "Just join the Forty club." Ward McAllister is today only a tradition, and Park Avenue has suc ceeded Murray Hill, but all this, you must remember, was at the beginning of the gay '90's. AT any rate, the keeper of the ^ golden gates, so it is represented, proved himself a model member of the club, and was never remiss in his dues. It appears, moreover, that he was not without some knowledge of Biff Hall's wisecracks — the word was then un coined — and of John Wilke's clever rhymes. The saintly member also had a good word for Will Hubbard, "the Trib une's youngest child," who had left the Journal to become dramatic editor of what many years later was to be called the world's greatest newspaper. Nor did he lack appreciation for the generous dimensions of Judge Frank Scales, who tipped the beam — presum ably on the coal scales — at 300 pounds. The good St. Peter is represented, furthermore, as an admirer of such members as Will J Davis, James Lane Allen, ' Joseph F. Defries, E. Louis Kuhns, George W. Cone, and other good fellows who sang the Stein Song with at least one foot upon the table. On the title page of the booklet will be found the following inscription to the late Frank Morris, bibliophile and friend -of Eugene Field: "Truth is mighty scarce, as Apollo said when he struck the lyre." ALTHOUGH I have attended many » Forty Club dinners, the first of them dating back to a ladies' night twenty-five years ago when Laura Dainty Pelham, soubrette of Mountain Pin\ fame, was called on for a dramatic reading, and when her lovely daughter, 'What? Never heard of the Gonnich roller bearing?' 14 THE CHICAGOAN Louise, recited Pierre Mignon, it has not as yet been my privilege to meet St. Peter. But in this charming atmos phere of hospitality I have communed with some of Chicago's keenest wits and outstanding bon vivants. At the monthly dinners, which have been uninterrupted since the '80's, George Ade has made some of his most brilliant epigrams. DeWolf Hopper has recited Casey at the Bat. The golden-voiced tenor, John Mc- Wade — and a liberal amount of honey was mixed with the gold — has called forth genuine, no maudlin, tears by his soft crooning of Comrades, the song he popularized, and The Want of Tou. Of John McWade, Samuel E. Kiser, one of the Forty Club poets, has writ ten: His voice is still; our comrade sleeps, Without a care, without a sigh; But out beyond the mystic deeps, The fairest realm of all may lie, And there his sweetest note may ring, And there his spirit may be glad, As angels pause to hear him sing Of loyal comrades he has had. In this merry company Jessie Bartlett Davis sang O, Promise Me and Katie Barry, star of The Chinese Honey moon, sang Mary Jane's Top K[ote. May DeSousa and Lillian Russell, then at the height of their careers, were among those who responded to toasts. The silver chalice of the loving cup, a gift to the association from its founder, William T. (Biff) Hall, has been kissed by the lips of America's most charming women and distin guished men. Lips now silent forever — unless in a better world — from which flowed song and eloquence. Dull grape juice in this Volsteadian era may have replaced the sparkling Burgundy which once filled it, but within its depths linger memories of such bygone artist.0 as Richard Mans field, Francis Wilson, John Drew, Beerbohm Tree, W. H. Crane, Stuart Robson, Nat Goodwin, Sir Henry Irving, Joseph Jefferson, E. S. Willard, F. Hopkinson Smith and "that dis tinguished actor," Roland Reed. TOASTS written by Wilbur D. Nesbit, who for so many years wielded the gavel, his heritage from Biff Hall; toasts written by George Ade, J. P. McEvoy, Douglas Malloch, S. E. Kiser and other poets of the Forty, have been responded to by America's choicest spirits. E. H. Soth- ern, Digby Bell, Daniel Frohman, Otis Skinner, Wilton Lackaye, Max O'Rell of Paris, Cecil Clay of London, the Barrymores, all have been guests or honorary members. Writing in the Daily T^ews some years ago, Amy Leslie speaks of the Forty as a club "in whose guest book have been registered the notables of the world, brilliant men, musicians, tragedians, poets and wits of half a century." "It is especially designed," she adds, "to fit in with the polite vagabondage of the player's life. A gypsy club, it holds to its primitive title to roam at will without so much as a roof to cover its hospitable head. ... A singularly friendly and genuine association, with wealth, distinction and a kind of bril liant sobriety, although it entertains in the most lavish fashion." At one table may be seated a dis tinguished actor, a tenor of world-re nown, a newspaper man, a novelist, a painter, a famous politician or a sleight- of-hand performer, and it is this elastic and informal policy in the selection of its guests that makes. a Forty Club din ner so enjoyable. The club seems to have found a permanent home lately in the Chicago Athletic association. LIKE Rome, the Forty Club traces its origin back to mythology and legend. No one knows exactly how or when or why it started, and as to records of its earliest days nothing tangible exists. Of its charter members only three, to my knowledge, are liv ing — George Jenny, Leigh Reilly and John E. Wilkie, vice-president of the Chicago Surface Lines and former chief of the U. S. Secret Service. Their brains are active but their memories are hazy, and they will tell you that the club must have come into being "about 1882," an organization which "just happened because it had to be." In the beginning, a number of choice spirits fell into the habit of gathering together occasionally for a friendly dinner. Before long, these occasions assumed regularity and there was estab lished the unwritten law that unless good and sufficient reasons prevented, the Forty Club dinners should be held on the third Tuesday of each month. William F. Hall, who, as judge of the dingy old Harrison street police court, had studied humanity in the raw, and whose sympathies were as broad as the horizon, was the leader of this coterie of good fellows. In a souvenir book published by the club in 1912, this tribute to Biff Hall appears: We never could hope — we who \new him — to tell Our tender regard for Biff Hall; As a friend and companion, as brother, as — well — A prince of good fellows — that's all. VAGUE recollections persist of the night when the actual organization was effected and when thirty- two members were present. Why the name "Forty" was chosen never has been explained, but in delving into the archives I find here and there a ref erence to the Forty Thieves. The rules and regulations were sim ple and perhaps have been best summed up by George Ade. "What holds the club together? Probably any four members were present. Why the name wouldn't repeat to your daughter. But at our sessions, stag or otherwise, no improper word ever has been spoken." And it is this rule that is always observed meticulously: "The ladies are always present, whether they are here or not." Although ladies have changed considerably since the '80s and are not so easily shocked as in Victorian days, this one rule still holds good, "always unwritten, unspoken and unbroken by the club." Cy Warman, a former member and author of Sweet Marie, wrote in the song that elevated him to fame: I've a secret in my heart, Sweet Marie; A tale I would impart. Love, to thee; Every daisy in the dell Knows my secret, \nows it well. And yet I dare not tell, Sweet Marie. "And that," as one of the old-timers told me, "about expresses our code." Cy Warman — he died, so I've heard tell, in poverty, and the "Forty" buried him in Montreal. George Ade succeeded Biff Hall as president. The third president was John Barton Payne; the fourth, Wil bur D. Nesbit, and the fifth, who is still in office, is Charles H. Burras. The Rev. Ernest Stires — later Bishop Stires — was the club's first chaplain. The late Frank Crane was his suc cessor, and Dean Walter T. Sumner, now Bishop of Oregon, succeeded Dr. Crane. Among the early members were H. C. Chatfield-Taylor, Judge Elbridge Hanecy, Nate Salisbury, Judge Chris- THE CHICAGOAN 15 tian C. Kohlsaat, Samuel Ellsworth Kiser, John C. Shaffer, Leroy A. God- dard, Laverne W. Noyes, Marvin B. Pool, William J. Sutherland, Dr. C. Pruyn Stringfield, Fred Gardner, Mil ton J. Foreman, John R. Thompson, Edward W. Sims, William Hale Thompson, John T. McCutcheon and Paul Frederick Volland. ONE of the traditions of the Forty club is its double quartet, which has numbered among its members such singers as John E. McWade, George Hamlin, Dr. William F. Larkin and Dr. Norval Pierce. As soloists, Ham lin was always called on for an aria from Pagliacci or an Irish lament; Mc Wade for Comrades, Dr. Pierce for Mandalay and Dr. Larkin for Baby land. But the loving cup is, of course,- the club's greatest institution, and of the thousands of toasts read as it has been passed, space permits me to recall but few. This to George Ade on the occasion of his return from Egypt : Bac\ from the lotus'scented T^ile He comes with triumphs new, Big Egypt visiting the while — And Little Egypt, too. Or this hastily scribbled tribute to Harry Ridings and Joe Harris by J. P. McEvoy: Ridings brings Harris upon us to call; Harris, the brother of "After the Ball," Harris, who ^ept the La Salle nice and bright, This is Joe Harris, he's with us to' night; This is Joe Harris, he's with us to' night — Repeating li\e this isn't overly bright, But here's all the dope that they gave us to write. Or this to John E. Wilkie of the Surface Lines: v How luc\y is the gay sardine Reposing in its can; It doesn't hang upon a strap As does the wor\ing man, And though its quarters may be close As surface cars, I'll say, It don't have to pay seven cents And stand up all the way. And this to Nate Salisbury, guest of J. P. McEvoy, by Mr. McEvoy him self: T^ate Salisbury is my guest tonight; He doesn't loo\ so awful bright, But you can't see inside his bean — It's full of \nowledge, what I mean, "It must be a great relief, Doctor, to get aivay from the hospital for a real commune with nature." All saturated up with stuff, And does he treat pianos rough, And has he got the dope on jazz? . . . O, Boy, hot dog! I'll say he has. IF you are fortunate enough to draw an invitation to a Forty Club dinner (the Harvest Home festival, to which you will come in a "hick" costume; the more impressive Twelfth Night session, calling for red hunting coats and churchwarden pipes; or to an ordinary dinner) you will notice, hung above the speakers' table, an oil portrait of Wilbur D. Nesbit by Antonin Sterba. So lifelike is it that it seems almost as if the late lord of the revels were pre siding over the assembly in person, and these lines will perhaps occur to you: To him the gods were very \ind; They gave him humor, grace and wit, And blessed him with so great a heart That never with a poisoned dart Was he inclined to ma\e a hit. As for Biff Hall, born in 1859 on the site of the Brevoort hotel, educated at the Haven school and at the Uni versity of Michigan, former newspa per man, who as the Tribune's dra matic critic retained many of his stage friendships after he had become a police magistrate, his reputation for ready wit and comradeship has been handed down to a younger generation of Forty club members. Shortly after his death in 1903 a testimonial all-star program in behalf of his family was staged at the Olympic theater. Among those appearing on the bill were Thomas Q. Seabrooke, May DeSousa, Richard Carle, Wil liam H. Crane, Jessie Bartlett Davis, Stella Mayhew, stars from King Dodo, The Tenderfoot and The Chinese Honeymoon, and as many vaudeville acts as could find place on the bill. It was beyond his means to do as Billy De Weese did when, at his death, he left his entire wine cellar and a bequest of $500 to provide a Ladies' Dinner for the Forty Club. Ballade of Preference The trombones leap and the tubas bray, The great conductor begins a score, Bidding his choirs and his solos play What the stateliest symphony played before, Yet, hearing the instruments gravely o'er, From the bass' boom to the piccolo's diddle, (Horns may be heralds of knightly lore) Nevertheless, I prefer the fiddle! * Hark, how the doghouse growls away, The bellied tympanni ramp and roar, The French horn is golden and glad and gay — The flute is the fellow to trill and soar — The alto horn is a horrid bore — ¦, The glockenspiel is a toyshop piddle — The mild bassoon has a princely snore, Nevertheless, I prefer the fiddle! * Trumpet and cornet claim a sway Stirring enough with a hint of gore, The snare drum heartens the warrior's way, Viola and 'cello are sweet; nay more — Almost they enter perfection's door, The one pitched low and the other middle; The harpist speaks from a heavenly shore, Nevertheless I prefer the fiddle! * L'ENVOI Prince: Doth it move thee e'er to say, (Supposing it only an evil riddle) "Cease ye from choosing?" I shall obey — Nevertheless I prefer the fiddle! — GONFAL THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Kultur PEOPLE tell us the big thing about city life is that we have so many cultural and educational advantages. We looked into this educational busi ness and the opportunities are in truth amazing. There is simply nothing we can't learn if we only put our minds to it. To increase our earning capacity the Town offers Schools of Baking and Decorating, a College of Confectionery Arts, a School of Ethical Beauty Cul ture, the Art Barber's School, the Waitresses' Training School, a School of Finger Prints, and the Institute of Apartment House Management (that for you and your cold furnaces, Olaf ) . Also, a College of Mechanical Dentis try, which can be razed for all we care. What we do need is a College of Sym pathetic Dentistry. And why are we bored at banquets and meetings when the Fluent Speech Studio advises that it prepares its pupils to scintillate in club and lodge and political work? Not only that, but "speeches and toasts are written for you, with results guaranteed." But what really appeals to us are the institutions on a higher moral plane that will assure the social prestige we crave. It is all we can do to keep from registering at once at the Cultural Re view School, the Liveable Christianity School and the Seekers of Truth Insti tute. However, we can't have every thing. So we've decided just to take a course at the Personality Studio and let it go at that. Beg Your Pardon TWENTY minutes late for Thais, a group hurried out of the Drake and into a waiting cab. "To the opera," ordered one of the gentlemen, briskly. The driver paused before he slammed the door. "Do you mean, sir, the Chicago Civic Opera?" he asked respectfully. His fare cowered into the corner of the taxi and nodded, shamed out of words. Last Stand LONG after such conservative strong- .* holds as the Woman's Athletic Club have sighed and surrendered to the inevitable feminine cigarette, one State Street department store keeps the flag flying. In only one room of Mar shall Field's spacious restaurant floor is smoking permitted — reluctantly. A re* quest for matches always creates a fe verish bustle, a conference of waitresses, and one of them produces finally her store of packets left by previous diners. Three luncheons recently have resulted in a collection of three un-Marshall- fieldian match packages — one carrying the legend of Bromo- Seltzer, another from DeMet's, a third shouting that "You are always welcome at Wal' green's." We discover, also that Field's impec cable taste does not permit the sale of chewing gum in the store. Bravo, standard bearer! Twelfth Night MOMENT incredible, Babylon re created without the decadence, the Twelfth Night Ball. A lusty vigor stirs the crowd, ladies and gentle men surviving a stormy season drawn to close rise with unaccountable energy to 'Shall I tune in Coolidge?" 'What? Has he begun singing?' 18 THE CHICAGOAN prodigious gaiety. The Town is a mastodon frol icking in the sward. There is no peace for the weary dilettante. They dance upon the balconies, on the landings of the grand twin stairways and within the deep circular pit. Pillows and cushions in heaps, in piles, gold and silver pillows poured like ripe grain into an urn, of white stone and dark mar ble, a precious quarry with the distant, gold flecked figures of toilers milling about within its depths. Ridiculously high white pillars, striped black rising miraculously out of the multicolored haze to support a lofty ceiling. Air palpitating with the inces sant beat of drum and saxophone, relentless in their stimulation of the dancers. Diversity; Champagne in pale The Twelfth Night Ball Lines, Written and Drawn, by Phil Nesbit John Cromelin in the best costume of the evening. Joseph T. Ryerson and John Hopkins looked as little like themselves as possible and a good deal more contented. amber rivers flowing down dry Egyptian gullets. Some of the characters so com plete in form as to force belief in reincarnation. Pure looking young wives in white pleated Greek costumes, ponderous men in gold paint, fat Pharaohs wandering about in search of straying concubines. One mocking the mo ment's style in an old Chi cago fire helmet, plumed and feathered like a bur lesque caliph. A grandiose gentleman in a black, yellow spotted robe trotting around like a nimble bul lock, grinning into the faces nearest him and slyly gesturing his shepherd's crook and scythe. Very Egyptian! A high, cush ioned throne gives to some dozens of oriental ladies opportunity of being seen at their best. They seem to have a word less agreement, tactly accept ed, to sit there in turn, so that with voluptuous hip and undulating limb they can be Cleopatra for the moments passing. During supper, a pair of blind-fold cop pers lumber in and out between the white tables in melancholy pur suit of their duty. Docile and indifferent, one as sumes they have so often winked that a bandaged Irish eye results. One guest, a famed habitue of that Parisian festival, the Quatres-Arts Ball, comes as a high-up in the most exclusive Egyptian royal circle. His gold headdress looks like an unnaturally elongated wine bottle, and a silk stocking top neatly and tightly stretched his plastic face, his slender Yankee legs issuing from the skirt, arms banded in brass, in- Henry Monroe and Isabel Greenlee were an optical cut-back to gay days along the Nile. cites envy for such success in costume. One may have an unlimited num ber of secret thoughts and reflections, most of them unharsh, about the life in Chicago, but in the end, one realizes what very charming cosmopolitan ladies and gentlemen are here; wits and connoisseurs of personality, all of them generous, kindly, hospitable. And imaginative. Every nationality that might have wandered into the capaci ous Egyptian fold of three thousand years ago is represented at this ball, in character. Wholesome architects come suddenly to be North African cour tiers, with eyes heavily lined in lapis- lazuli. Dignified ladies of the first known lands, Roman, Carthaginian, Moorish, Persia, are everywhere. Greek women in caricature join the whirl, their hair shooting out beyond the head like a spinning staff, and golden yellow. White tunics, striped bur nooses from Tunis and Morocco, egret feathers swaying and rising out of the throng, red plumes, saffron yel low plumes and a hundred more amaz ing modes of costume. THE CHICAGOAN 19 The undoubted splendor of the ball recurs in the mind: the blue curtains on all sides, the shafts of brilliant light cutting through the throne room's misty height and the incredible roar of two fully equipped orchestras. The fleeting forms of shining, black faced Congo waiters rushing across the clear spaces, bear ing laden trays on finger tips. At this ball, all the pent-up ingenuity of a clever group comes to the sur- face. Chicago achieves the splendor of its place. Poor Little Rich Pufts THERE is a tradition that ailing dogs crawl away into a dark corner to nurse their sufferings in secret, but our most doggy families are disdainful of such lowly precedents. The North Shore peke or chow or po lice dog taken suddenly ill, injured in combat or knocked down by an automo bile, finds himself rushed to the hospital The successfully incognito genius who sedately impersonated a pyramid. e99y Hambleton and Walter Frazier 'idged a few centuries and a continent or two with gestures. in a glorified motor ambulance and has never a moment of privacy from that time on. At the North Shore Animal Hospital in Evanston the patients are as carefully cherished as in the most modern human hospitals. The patient is received in a recep tion room done in the Italian style with dull buff walls, beamed ceiling, and a floor of greenish Vermont slate. He undergoes a thorough medical or surgical exam ination — perhaps a blood analysis or an X-ray photograph is taken; and a reg ular case record is kept of his progress from day to day. If sur gical treatment is necessary the an aesthetic is ad ministered by an expert in the regu lation white operating room and the surgeon with his sterilized instruments is as meticulous as any specialist at St. Luke's. After the examination or operation the dog is removed to a cubicle called, by courtesy, a ward. If he has a con tagious or infectious disease he is placed in the isolation ward. There is even a maternity ward for expectant mothers. When air and sunshine are needed the patients have the run of seven open-air enclosures and if natural sunshine is lacking the ultra violet ray lamp and other therapeutic lamps are ready to shine beneficently on dog, cat or bird alike. Highly- bred cats and birds and oc casionally other queer animal pets are brought to the hospital, but the greatest number of patients are suf fering dogs. The canine population of the North Shore seems to be sufficient to keep this unusually ex tensive hospital well filled. Dr. LeCroix, the owner, has the sympathetic manner of the old family physician toward his patients and An Oriental note incorporated herein for no good reason save its charm. their masters or mistresses, and has little of the coldly scientific attitude despite his extremely modern building and ad vanced methods. Certain dogs have become so fond of him that they are positive hypochondriacs about the place, wandering back by themselves though there isn't a thing wrong with them. Exchange THE scene, 1 Betty Scriven was quite logically the flashlight boys' favorite. the Equi table Trust Company of Chicago; the characters, the teller and the China man. The Chinaman cashed a one hundred dollar check, receiving a small century bill in exchange. Dubiously he stared at it, turned it about in his hands, only to return it to the window. Did the honorable teller have something larger than this bill? This was so small that it could hardly be one hundred dollars. The honor able teller had something larger, of course. He prof fered the Chinaman two old fifty dollar bills, a bit the worse for wear. Accepting them with alacrity, the lat ter minced out of the bank, the bills of satisfying di mensions tucked out of sight in his coolie sleeves. 20 Tricks ONCE a month the Hamilton Club goes mystic, when the Society of American Magicians gathers for its regular meeting. One might suppose that magic is confined only to conjurors of the stage, but its fascination is much more far-reaching. The Chicago or ganization of magicians has drawn its membership from almost every profes sion and business. On its membership roster are university professors, mem bers of the stock exchange, bankers, lawyers, ministers, actors, doctors and playwrights. After the brief business session, crack magicians, professionals and amateurs, entertain the members with their very best tricks. The pro gram is varied and each performer does only a trick or so. Coins disappear . . . cards fly around in mystic array . . . minds are read . . . rabbits and doves appear from nowhere. The public usually thinks of magic, sorcery and fortune-telling as all in the same class. Twenty or thirty years ago that was true, but present-day magi cians have adopted a high code of ethics. The Chicago magicians have declared war on the fake spiritualists, fortune-tellers and the like, whose toll from gullible Chicagoans runs into mil lions of dollars each year. The society is secretive in nature; it never discloses tricks or illusions which are the stock in trade of its members. A vigilant committee looks out for the society's interests in every possible way. Through the co-operation of Will Hays, no movies may be shown which expose magical tricks. No stage per formances may be given which permit the audience to "get" the mystification, without the society's permission. This permission is rarely, if ever, given. W. C. Dornfield, president of the body, is considered a nation-wide expert in magic. During the World War he entertained his fellow artillerymen with magic, and started a group of enter tainers called the Cannoneers. So pop ular were the Cannoneers in their own company that they were soon relieved of their regular military duties and sent to stations all through France to enter tain the soldiers. After the war Dorn field travelled with Elsie Janis. An other member of the society is Harlan Tarbell, who is the head of the world's largest magical school, located in Chi cago. The amateurs of the organization are just as keen in their magical in terest as the professionals. Some of them have famous magical libraries, which include many rare books and paraphernalia of the past and present. After the meetings, things assume an informal air. Notes on new effects are exchanged, new tricks are explained, but never to outsiders. Occasionally the society holds a "Ladies' Night," at which outside guests are permitted. Magicians who are in town always drop in for the gatherings. Houdini frequently was seen at the Chicago clubrooms. His magnetism was power ful. The society always recognized him as the greatest conjuror of our time. The Seasons Greetings AFTER the usual holiday influx of , greeting cards, all of them so very much alike, we reached the conclusion that individualism is dead and senti ment completely standardized. But a little print shop on Wilson Avenue revives our drooping spirit. For twenty-five cents here one can have any card, printed with a special poem that simply oozes with the personal touch. All one has to do is give the occasion and the name of the recipient; the kindly, poetic proprietor does the rest. Among his samples are these gems: To you our birthday thoughts have flown, Dear Mr. "William Amos Cohen. . Wedding day joy for Virginia Little When the s^y is clear and the snow is brittle. We send our merriest Christmas wish, Dear friends, our Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Our hearts sing out to you Ann Gale, May Easter joy right to you sail. To Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Klein, Our thoughts extend at "Hew Tears time Let golden bells ring, oh Lester Gray I hope this anniversary is your day. We left an order for a card to Isi dore Widervitz and are all a-flutter in anticipation. THE CHICAGOAN Welcome! MR. X is a well-known publisher's representative, the most famous entertainer in the advertising business. Once he hired the whole Illinois theater for a midnight show of the Follies and invited all the delegates of the A. B. C. convention. He's like that. A young sprig in Cleveland who was selling advertising for twenty dollars a week decided that life was short and the fruits went to those with initiative. So he left his job, came to the city, and called the office of this advertising genius who, the sprig had heard, liked young men with assurance. "This is Mr. Thompson, of Cleve land. I'd like to speak to Mr. X," the young fellow said gaily to the girl who answered the phone. "Mr. Thompson of Cleveland? One moment please. I'll put Mr. X on the wire," she said. "Mr. Thompson," boomed the genial voice of Mr. X a second later. "And how are you, Mr. Thompson?" "I'm top hole," replied the young fel low, slightly surprised, "and I shall be even better if I can see you this morn ing about a little business." "Well, well, — and I certainly should be glad to see you, Mr. Thompson, but the fact of the matter is — well, you. know what Saturday morning is. I am leaving town this afternoon but I'll be back bright and early Monday. Where are you now? I hope you have not registered at any hotel. No? Well, stay right where you are. I'm sending my car after you and you are to go to my club. Not a word, not a word! It's a pleasure. And what do you like to drink? Bourbon? Bourbon it shall be." The affable man continued with in structions that Mr. Thompson would find tickets in his name at this theater, and reservations for him at that night club, that his money was no good. It was all on Mr. X, because he could not meet Mr. Thompson until Monday. The young sprig was amazed but not too amazed to follow with alacrity Mr. X's plans for the week end. Monday morning, as he stepped into the great man's office, he was preceded by a tall, thin, important looking gentleman whose air was that of a man of affairs and money. "Did you enjoy your week end?" asked Mr. X as he greeted the im portant stranger. "I'm sorry I could not see you Saturday, Mr. Thompson, THE CHICAGOAN 21 hut I hope you enjoyed the week end.'" The younger Thompson from Cleve land tried to beat a soft retreat, but in an expansive way he had given his name to the reception-room girl and had confided to her his appreciation of Mr. X's courtesies to a fellow just look ing for a job. P. S. He got the job. Milk of Kindness MILKMEN always surprise us. They clink courageously about in the early dawn and fight their way through storm and cold to deliver the baby's breakfast on time, but the ex posure fails to sour them. Gentle fel lows, they carry on the chivalric tra dition proudly as any Boy Scout, if we believe the tales that are brought to our ears. Not long ago a puffing young lady with one minute to catch her suburban train and two blocks to go was triumphantly swept up to the station just in time by an alert milk man who called to her to leap on and nearly burst his bottles in a spurt of speed. On the bitter morning when the mercury dropped to sixteen below, milkmen instead of rushing weakly to the shelter of their wagons as soon as they could, rang each bell until the householder came to get his supplies. And paused to explain that "it's un usually cold outside and your milk will freeze if you don't take it in. Sorry to trouble you." And only last week a wagon on a North Shore route was hailed enthusi astically by a two-year-old who ferv ently admires horses. The driver beamed at the child and, lifting her upon the horse's back, he urged the mother to get into the wagon and give the baby a ride. Too astonished to protest the young matron climbed into the driver's seat while the milkman walked his horse for a block, tenderly holding his charge upon her perch. The episode is a daily occurrence now. Every morning at nine the young rider appears promptly at the corner and travels the block. However, the un imaginative mother is off the wagon now and follows sedately on the side walk. Caftones [\ N the window of his South Shore ^^ market a merchant has a mis spelled capon advertisement which reads, "Capones — 49c." He admits that at first he was not aware that his Guy Robertson, handsome he-man gringo in the Peruvian operetta, "Nina Rosa " lugs the fair Berna Dean, his favorite senonta, through the deep, dark' tunnels of the lost gold mine of the Incas, while Leonard Ceeley, as Pablo, the grewsome gaucho (depicted doing a split), hastens m pursuit, sharpening his knife. In the background, natives practising their weird, superstitious rites. Artist Nat Karson found his inspiration for this white-on-black at the Great Northern, where the operettas get bigger and better every season. plural ending was faulty. When he learned of it he left the sign as it was because of the attention it attracted and the fun his patrons had with it. Of course, many customers remarked that his "capones" were probably pretty tough. Many others expected that they ought to be hard boiled. One asked how he could tell which was Al and which was Ralph, causing another pa tron to answer that Al had the scar Another supposed that some were from Philadelphia. And one dignified gen tleman, the butcher says, came in and asked for a seven pound capone with out making any observations at all. 22 THE CHICAGOAN GO, CHICAGO Pilgrimage By LUCIA LEWIS EVERY decade so many words are poured out about a certain spec tacle in southern Germany that the writers defeat their own purpose. We hear an oft-told tale too often, and, with the overly shrewd eye of the twentieth century, begin to look for the press agent in the Oberammergau wood carvers. But he honestly is not there. Oberammergau's Passion Play is something to be taken without sus picion and something to be approached without any jaundiced feeling that "here is something we ought to do but it won't be much fun." It isn't fun, but it is tremendous and genuine and an experience in rare simplicity that brought tears to the eyes of a thrilled little girl in 1910 and stills thrills her in a reminiscent 1930. If you met Anton Lang and his little band when they were in Chicago six or seven years ago you had a foretaste of that simplicity and sincerity which hangs over the village of the Play no matter how many hundred thousand sophisticated tourists swarm about its streets. To the townsfolk and the actors the performance of the Passion Play is an act of heartfelt religious devotion and since last October the actors have been grooming themselves physically and spiritually to fill their parts. They get little for their efforts, enough to pay their simple living ex penses while they are rehearsing and performing; and the proceeds, after all the expenses of production, are used for civic improvement and charity. Whether or not you believe that the progress of the deadly plague was miraculously stopped in the 17th century when the villagers promised to produce this pageant of the life of Christ, the performers' deep faith and the actual artistic merit of the play are worth a trip across the sea. SHOULD you be foresighted enough to make all your plans immedi ately you may reserve quarters in the homes of performers or their relatives and find yourself caught up into the affectionate bustle about Peter or Judas or Magdalene. One pair of Chi- cagoans has already arranged for a week in the home of Anton Lang (who has retired to give Alois Lang his big chance at the role of Christ). An afternoon in a home such as this, frothy fresh milk and warm spiced \uchen brought to the little table while your host gossips in kindly way about village characters and perhaps works on a quaint toy as he talks, is as refreshing as the bright air and shining mountains that hem in this en chanted village. It is an experience you should not miss if Europe is on your schedule this year, and especially if the youth of the family is to be taken along. Performances of the Passion Play run from May 11th to September 28th and it is important to make definite arrangements before you go, this very minute if you can. About 300,000 visitors are expected this year and a town as small as Oberammergau must do some tall planning to accommodate so many guests comfortably. Here is where a good tourist bureau is pre scribed. They buy your ticket for the play, arrange for living quarters, for the short trip from Munich and back, and have interpreters stationed in Oberammergau to help you find your needle in the haystack. It's a wise pilgrim who runs along now to see what they have to offer. Don't say we didn't warn you. JUST a hop or so away from the Passion Play, in Munich is a spec tacle that jerks you sharply from the seventeenth to the ultra-twentieth century. Albert Talhoff's famous "Totenmal" — the "Death Feast" in memory of the World War victims of all nations is a graphic, vivid thing that, we pacifistically hope, will linger with all the travelers who see it this summer. It is not horrible or a sham war or anything but a magnificent symbolic affair of music, dance, drama, set to the amazing light effects in which the Germans have made some pretty startling discoveries these last few years. It is presented from the 25th of June to the 1st of September and may easily be arranged for in one breath with your Oberammergau reservations. All Europeans, of course, are hounds for festivals and pageants and celebra' tions, so that you bump into historical plays, musical festivals, castle illu minations and sports celebrations everywhere you turn. Many of them are exciting and beautiful, some of them are just a leetle bit commercial,, with an eye out for the American tourist. In the next issue we will make an attempt to separate the sheep from the goats. The religious feasts however are generally authentic and picturesque with no ulterior motive, of the people, by them, and for them. And since religion is a pretty dramatic affair to most Europeans they are ex citing celebrations in which to partake,. or to observe. As samples, we suggest the Proces sions on the Danube during St. Stephen's Week in Hungary, St. John's Fire on the Mountains in the Austrian Tyrol, the Festival at Lourdes, the Feast of St. Joseph in Valencia — dozens of them all over the country which combine color and splendor and religious solemnity with a good dash of native charm and gayety. Something to remember if you aren't particularly serious minded: the Europeans have more fun at their religious festivals than anywhere else and, as one travel agent remarks in his sedate announcement on the Passion Play and the Munich festivals: "Incidentally, of course, the gay cafes of the Bavarian capital them selves provide rich entertainment." TWO religious events that are wholly devotional, and interna tional rather than national in scope, are the Eucharistic Congress which, now that I think of it, isn't in Europe at all but in Carthage; and the cele bration of the 400th anniversary of the Augsburg Confession. The Augsburg celebration, from June to August, should attract thousands of Lutherans and Protestants from all over the world. Augsburg is worth visiting for its medieval charm alone. Add to this the splendid concerts in the "Bach to Beethoven" series which will be given all during the celebration, the performances of festival plays includ ing the magnificent Hauptmann works which we rarely see here, the religious ceremonies and memorial services, and it becomes an important item on many European itineraries. Here, then, are offerings to be con sidered thoughtfully. For many pil grims they will mark the highest spot in this year's journey. THE CHICAGOAN 23 CHICAGOAN/ Emil Armin— Artist's Artist [Note: Artists whose pursuit of recog nition have led them from Chicago to New York and the Continent are notoriously numerous. Emil Armin reversed the proc ess. Samuel Putnam, whose critical path has paralleled that of the multitude, was first to declare Armin promising, then not able, finally great. Now a wider recogni tion dawns. Mr. J. Z. Jacobson, whose ThirtyFive Saints and Emil Armin is a notable current addition to the literature of Chicago art, sketches the man with an in timacy born of two years co-occupancy of studio and living quarters. — THE EDITORS.] HE began drawing at the age of five. He didn't graduate from the Chicago Art Institute until he was thirty -six, and his first important piece was not done until he was thirty-eight. He is an other-worldly dreamer. He is an almost worshipful devotee of the rapid-fire tempo of present-day Ameri can life. He is a great admirer and depicter of the quaint and the whims ical. He leans toward the abstract and the mystical in art. He is simple and child-like. He is exacting to the point of geometrical precision. He is as solemn as a prophet. He is as funny as a clown. He is shy and timid. He is a dauntless pioneer. These are a few of the antithetical characteristics which go to make up the man and artist, Emil Armin, whose life story is a singular and yet typical tale of adventure — the romance of an in defatigable search for that which is everywhere and nowhere. IT is a pilgrimage which began about two score years ago when Armin was a little boy in the story-book town of Radautz, Roumania. And it has carried him to mountain resorts of Cen tral Europe, to Czernowitz — the little sister city of Paris and Vienna and Prague; across the Atlantic to America and across the eastern portion of Amer ica to Chicago. Nor did the pilgrim age stop when he arrived here. On the contrary it was then that he re doubled his zeal as a seeker. For Chi cago offered him the first real oppor tunity of finding that which he sought. Many have gone from Chicago to Europe to master their respective arts. Emil Armin came from Europe to Chi cago to master his, and it is pretty gen- By j. z. JACOBSON Emil Armin Sketched from life erally conceded now that he has done at least as well as the best of those who went from here to the continent whence he came. Armin was born into a household with an unstudied artistic atmosphere. His father, a saintly and scholarly sort of man, made his living by embroider ing garments for peasants and priests. In his spare hours he made comely ob jects with his deft hands, some for use and some purely for fun and decora tion. He made candle brackets and cigarette cases. And he made wax models of Solomon's Temple, patterned after descriptions of it in the Bible. Emil began drawing about as soon as he was able to wield a pencil. He made sketches of ladies and soldiers. A little later he began carving in wood and making boxes and pocketbooks. The household took notice of Emil's precocious manifestations of skill in sketching and whittling and putting things together. His oldest sister, in particular, encouraged him. But his father, natural artist and craftsman though he himself was, nevertheless, like the good Jew which he also was, hoped that his quiet and studious lit tle son would grow up to be a great scholar. SHORTLY after Emil reached his tenth birthday his father died of typhoid fever. And a month later his mother died of grief. This naturally upset the previous plans of the Armin household. For a while the older chil dren kept the home intact. But by the time Emil was thirteen he was al ready making his own way by doing odds and ends in a restaurant of his native town, and living in the home of the restaurant owner. He contin ued to draw whenever he had a bit of free time. When he was about fifteen Emil left Radautz to go to work in a fashion' able summer resort in the Carpathian Mountains. Here there were two ex cellent orchestras and this gave Emil a chance to get acquainted with the great music of the world. Here also he con tinued to draw in his spare hours, and his sketches evoked more and more re marks to the effect that his rightful place was in an art academy. Three years after he came to the mountain resort he left for Czernowitz. There was an arts and crafts school in Czernowitz, and it was in the hope of entering this school that young Armin went to the urbane and cultured city with the musical name. Once more he secured employment in a restaurant, this time in one owned by a retired Polish army captain and managed largely by his wife, a daughter of Pol ish aristocracy. She, learning of his ambition to be come an artist, secured him admission into the night class of the local arts and crafts academy. This buoyed up his spirit tremend ously, but his high hope soon fell to earth. The school was really a sort of trade school; and instead of helping Emil the instructor discouraged his at tempts to create fine art. Emil stuck it out for one semester and then quit. His stay of two years in Czernowitz, however, was not wasted. He studied English and French. He visited fre quently the local art museum and he [turn to page 36] 24 TUE CHICAGOAN The ROVING REPORTER The Beresford Cat Club Show By FRANCIS C. COUGHLIN A CAT show, on detailed inspec tion, turns out to be an aston' ishingly subdivided exposition. There are no less than 135 classes of cats exhibited, though it must be granted that one class — the 135th — is a non- contesting division. Still, 134 classes of cats are enough to give the casual observer pause. He wonders at die intricacies of judging so many animals. If he is philosophically inclined, he. wonders at the infinite prodigality of nature (the fecundity of the animals has long been a natural marvel.) Coming into the show itself, to the long ranks of wire exhibition cages, one is struck by the immense decorum of the feline species, a composure re freshingly unlike the bark and bustle of a dog show, which every contestant seemingly asserts his antipathy toward every other contestant and challenges loudly and frequently. The cat is in finitely more composed than his natural enemy, the dog. He tolerates his pub lic with a kind of languorous disdain moderated by a lapse now and then when some spectator offers to rub a feline back. But generally he is com posed, a little sleepy, and thoroughly bored with the exposition. He accepts his ribbons modestly, only an occa sional giddy kitten plays with a silken award. T 'Crt^ J HE Siamese cat with his long, almost dog-like face is liveliest of the competing classes. A faun-colored beast with seal points and a black nose, the Siamese is play ful. He is a kind of prac tical joker among cats, a small agile fellow for the most part and careless of his royal prerogatives, for the Siamese, it is said, is used as a watch animal — one almost says dog — in his native country. His miaow is a terror to night prowlers and he is re puted to form lasting at tachments to members of his household as opposed to less royal felines who are attached to places rather than persons. His is a golden eye with a black, round pupil, a long muzzle and an ordinary cat's body, topped off by black ears. An exotic fel low, the Siamese. The Persian cat, a long-haired variety, claims great interest. These Persians may be yellow — called red or orange; tabby — which is mottled grey; black or albino — a pure white with startling- ly blue eyes. The Persian is a large animal, some times astonishingly large. He reposes as a, kind of young panther, well fed and well satisfied, and often a bit sluggish. In black and in white he is most rare, and the silky black Persian with immense golden eyes is an imposing beast indeed. He is a more oriental-looking cat than the Siamese. There is an aura of the East about him, a hint of turbaned courts and languorous half -imagined harems. He has a nasty temper on occasion. The cages marked with cautioning signs, one notices, are occupied by sulky Persians. Short-haired cats — the commonly known variety — are smaller than the Persians, larger, generally, than the Siamese. Again, the predominant cat colors range through the spectrum allotted to the feline species. Tabby and red and white and black with mix tures of faun and stripings. Manx cats, the tailless variety, are not too well represented. Except for their lack of tails, the Manxmen are little different from their commoner cousins. Indeed, speaking generally, cats vary more in color than in fundamental body differences and in this they are unlike dogs, which animals range greatly in size and weight as well. A biologist, one would assume, could point out that dogs had been bred for greater variety over the period during which man supervised the breed. Cats, perhaps, have been pretty much left to themselves. BUT if the dog and the dog show are reminiscent of out-door life, then the cat show is a product of the home and hearth, a testimony to feminine rather than masculine influ' ence. The cat, too, is much more romantically named. Scanning the list of entries — there are some 200 of them — one comes on high, glamorous, resounding names indeed. Here are the knights of the Round Table: Sir Galahad, Sir Modred, Sir Launcelot (fancy calling a torn cat, Sir Galahad! Delightful feminine romanticism) . Here are Orphan Annie, Pretty Girl, ri4E CHICAGOAN Bimbo, Sir Duffy, and Saskatchewan — good enough. But what is one to make of astounding names like: Villa Dane, Wonder Pal, Chandros Rea Burn, Charmaine of Golden Silver, Vermilion Win-O-Win, Blue Patsy of Rosdare, Jeweltone I-Vo-rea of Fox- bro, Baby Dear, Romaljean, Cleo Patricia, Sunkist Sweetface, Alwin MiChoice, Petite Chatte, Hui Hui Sip Soo (a Siamese), Patsy Jane Torchy, and Polly Pat of Gold and Silver. Here is business for the psychologist, to put the matter diplomatically. THE dog, also, has lavished on him a kind of rough affection which he repays in kind. The cat is better, or at least more elaborately, cared for. Seemingly a whole damp well of emotion is poured over him. He ac cepts it selfishly, basks in it, turns idly to his catnip ball and his own devices. His cages are hung with trinkets, often enough he enjoys a miniature bed with a silk pillow, now and then a kewpie doll hangs before his retreat and a bright ribbon encircles the darling's neck. His owners are continually pet ting and fussing with him. They talk baby talk through the wire of his cage. His fine points are admired in a kind of envious adoration. He has the grace not to yowl. The Beresford Cat Club of America, Inc., with headquarters in Chicago, was founded in February, 1899. It is the oldest and largest cat club in America. It meets regularly on the last Friday of the month. Its annual dues are two dollars. For non-resident members one dollar. Mrs. George D. Kessler, 3821 Jack son Boulevard, is President. Mrs. Vie A. Dormer, Recording Secretary, is of 2200 North Koster Avenue. Mrs. Rober Christy, Treasurer, resides at 7549 Crandon Avenue. The club show, this year, occupied the exhibition rooms at the Hotel Sher man. And this particular show ^\ marks the twenty-fourth annual ex- v hibition of feline notables in Chi cago. It is interesting to note that some animals have won ribbons for a number of consecutive years, that the house-cat reaches an age of about fif teen years, omitting accidents and auto mobiles, and that its admirers rate its intelligence between that of a horse and a dog. It can be, and is, elabo rately cared for in wonderfully well equipped veterinaran hospitals. The . cat is a spoiled, and sometimes striking, darling. OVEKTONEJ /""^ ENE TUNNEY'S success in sur- ^,"-' viving a serious operation did not surprise old Dempsey adherents. Their astonishment was aroused by the fact that the doctors had been able to catch him. ? King Boris amazed the crew of an Italian train when he skillfully handled the controls in the locomotive. With thrones so tottery, kings are well ad vised to learn a steady trade. ? Feeder bus lines on the Northwest side are the center of a hot controv ersy, but so far they seem to be feed ing only a dozen or so lawyers. ? Representative Sabath has intro duced in Congress a bill to repeal the Prohibition act. One thing you can say about the act, there's no conspiracy of silence against it. ? A school girl who couldn't learn her geography lesson ran away from home. 2* Maybe she thinks that seeing is believ ing. ? There are 1,750,000 unemployed in Germany, and that's not counting the people who count them. Rear- Admiral Byrd, in the Antarc tic, recently carried on a successful radio conversation with a Russian up in the Arctic regions. Anybody want to bet they didn't talk about the weather? The state's attorney's office is hot on the trail of Cook County tax fixers. If they find one, may we have his name -and address? ? We're sleeping less but better, says a manufacturer of bedding equipment. Sounds like a direct slap at the radio broadcasters. ? The beer that Chicago is drinking assays only Yi of 1 per cent alcohol, says Administrator Yellowley. At a time when everybody is falling down on icy streets anyway, there's little purpose in stronger refreshment. ? There has been much speculation as to where Commander Eugene Mac- Donald is going on his projected cruise. Perhaps he merely wants to get as far as possible from the newspaper stories about how broke Chicago is. ? One of the judges at a rabbit show in England was severely bitten by one of the entries. What times these are, when you can't even figure on a rab bit. ? Canadians want movies with a Ca nadian viewpoint, we are told. Pic tures, for example, in which all the villains are citizens of the United States. — JOHN C. EMERY. 26 TUE CHICAGOAN ay of Cxpvess There's no faster liner afloat than the BREMEN of Lloyd Express. There's too the ex citing advent of the new E U R O P A and the renewed COLUMBUS. It is a Trio whose tempo is marked by the gaiety of speed. ay of Cabin Sea air and relaxation are the best stimulants after the strenuous winter. 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In other words, it is in line with the Tradition. More over, it is new. Its flamboyant Rom- bergian score hasn't become a banality of the broadcasting stations. New York knows nothing about it. l^ina Rasa is our very own. We will pass it on to Broadway, when we get good and ready, with our metropolitan com pliments. This time the authors went to Peru in search of romance. The Andes, towering on the back-drop. A lost gold mine of the Incas. An American boy costumed according to the most stylish traditions of the engineering staff of the Cerro De Pasco Company. A senorita of the people, at whose claim to pure Spanish descent from the Conquistadores no Peruvian dog can bark. A big, blustering gaucho with an ever-ready knife for a villain. — Gauchos belong in the Argentine, but somehow or other this fellow, named Pablo, escaped from the plains and got over on the western slopes of the Cordillera, to make Kfrna Rosa sound like the authentic South American stuff. NINA had to pretend that she has fallen for the red-hot seductions of Pablo, like all the other girls in Cuzco, because she is afraid that if she doesn't, Pablo will slay Jack, whom she loves. Her pretense goes even to the point of flogging Jack with a bull-hide whip for the enjoyment of the gloating gaucho. But she cuts him down from the flogging post for the second-act finale, which is something to talk about. Jack and Pablo put on the best fight the stage has seen for years — a verit able motion-picture, mayhem-and-mur- der kind of a fight. There is a great thrill in this earnest and variegated brawl. It's better than the epic en counter of Arthur Shires and George Trafton. Laughter and Ladies ANY Vanities — the breed of revue i sponsored by Earl Carroll— is largely a matter of girls and scenery. Mr. Carroll has extravagant notions on both subjects; you are sure to get an eyeful of curves and spangles whenever he is the impresario. But the seventh edition of this entertainment, now on exhibition at the Erlanger, contains something of much higher theatrical value than the female figure artfully unveiled. It possesses W. C. Fields, BERMUDA HONOLULU HAVANA WEST INDIES CRUISES You can purchase steamship and cruise tickets at tariff rates at the DRAKE TRAVEL BUREAU Our prestige in the hotel world en ables us to secure reservations at the most desirable hotels. Apply to N. F. Craig, General Manager Travel Dept. C. C. DRAKE COMPANY Travel Agents THE DRAKE SUPERIOR 2200 TWECWICAGOAN 27 that strange comedian of the doughball face and bleating voice. Mr. Fields could give a full-length revue single- handed, with nothing but a basketful of "props" to help him. In the days when Mr. Fields was only a pantomimist, he was as weird and comical as his successor, Harpo Marx. Now that he has learned to talk, in tones that suggest a leg of mutton calling to its mate, he can com pete with the entire Marx family as a mirth-maker — or almost. He runs through this Vanities in a series of bur lesque sketches, seven or eight in num ber. Some of them are brevities of the "black-out" type; others are full-blown one-act skits. He is as protean as Ruth Draper, and yet he is always W. C. Fields himself, a creature as quaint as Charlie Chaplin. This Vanities would be merely a cloying beauty show with out him. But he makes it a rich revela tion of an astonishing comic genius. Dorothy Britton has the call over all the other odalisques. She poses as the Queen of Shape in the tableaux, and she also helps prettily in the sketches. Grace Wells and Vivian Wilson are also pleasantly in evidence in Mr. Fields' frolics. Trouble in the Balkans CAN you imagine Noel Coward, the bright young satirist of the London revues, writing an emotional drama about a princess who loved a commoner but renounced him to be come the unhappy queen of a Balkan state? Of course not. But he went and did it, on order from an English actress who wanted to be romantic and probably asked for something like Frans Molnar's The Swan. And here it is — or was two weeks ago — at the Garrick, under the title, The Queen Wds in the Parlor. Pauline Frederick, who has put the films behind her for ever and come back to the drama in earnest, is the much too American star of this bit of rococo playwriting. This piece is too thin to carry the burden of its worn-out situation. To cover the meagerness of his story, Mr. Coward has tried to write dialogue in a vein of twittering, realistic comedy which doesn't click. At the end of his last act, however, he arrives at a verit able situation. Here he displays the Sardou touch. 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Miss Frederick's company rises to all the picturesque and romantic op portunities the play gives the cast. The monarchist idea receives favorable treatment from Alfred Cross, as Krish, and William Stack, as the puppet prince. >wan •Song THE last phase of Frits Leiber's Shakespearean repertory at the Civic Theater included Richard III (in the familiar Colley Cibber version, used for Saturday night bow-wow by all the old votaries of the bard); As You Li\e It, one of the most popular of the comedies, and the infrequently staged King Lear. Vera Allen was a handsome Rosalind, and Marie Carroll a touching little Cordelia. The twelfth and final week of the season was one of repeated bills. In summary, this has been a courage ous experiment, carried off remarkably well when the tremendous difficulties of a new production each week are considered. Mr. Leiber has given im pressive performances in twelve great roles; and his company, although weakened by the loss in, mid-season of Tyrone Power and Helen Freeman, has proved itself to be capable and versa tile. Harley C. Clark, the financial power behind the Civic Shakespeare Society, has lost money, for business has not been good; but he has accepted the loss like a stanch citizen. His guar antee will continue for four more years, and Chicago has the distinction of being the only city in the world, outside of Stratford-on-Avon, which supports a theater dedicated to Shake spearean repertory. A 3raceful as a swan before a mirror . . . this electric urn set joins utility with character and beauty. E COMMONWEALTH EDISON Q LECTRIC SHOPJ 72 WEST ADAMS STREET AND BRANCHES Federal Coupons Given CAVANNA Drapery and Curtain Works, Inc. 653-6S5 Diversey Parkway CURTAIN Lace Curtains Slip Covers Blankets Silk Draperies Fine Linens Furnishings CLEANERS Mending and Alterations 22 Years Good Work and Service Calls and Deliveries Everywhere Bittersweet 1263-1387 TWQCWICAGOAN 29 CINEMA The Passion of Joan of Arc* THE surpassingly interesting French production of The Passion of Joan of Arc, directed by Carl Dryer, after several years of intense popularity among discriminating patrons of the cinema in New York and throughout Europe, has finally reached Chicago. The current engagement of this subject at the Cinema Art theatre is its Chi cago premiere. A long list of experts and other serious students of the motion picture have proclaimed this production the most extraordinary subject thus far sub mitted on the screen. In the usual sense it is not a motion picture at all. Rather, it is an extraordinary sequence of photographs in motion telling, with piercing fidelity, the highlights in the career of the Maid of Orleans. The treatment is sheerest reality. The actors are not actors at all — they are types who have been thrust before the camera because of striking fitness for the parts, without even the artificiality of the atrical make-up. In this subject the technic treatment involved in camera angles is given such a graphic demonstration that upon the first arrival of the picture in the United States the directors of Hollywood, from the greatest to the humblest, sat before the picture as a student at the feet of a master. The Passion of Joan of Arc affords an extraordinary experience in the theatre for any intelligent person. It is a picture that has contributed a dis tinct advance in the motion picture art and one that will long be remembered among the screen classics of this generation. 'Hallelujah" THE newspaper girls seem to be learning. Or maybe the pictures are getting so good that even they can comprehend them. At any rate, none of them failed to appreciate the unique merits of The Passion of Joan of Arc nor the quite different ones of Halle' lujah. Both are strokes away from norm, adventures in direction. Both are, in totally different ways, pictures CHOCOLATE CONFECTIONS RESTAURANT PHONE HARRISON 1060 Where dining — dignified or dilletante — becomes a distinc tion as well as a pleasure. HENRY C. GORDON, Mgr. Straus Building, Chicago CINEMA ART The Theatre of Shadow Science 2ND WEEK CHICAGO AVE. JUST EAST OF MICHIGAN "THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC" Sketches of Chicago Artists and Writers and Other Short Features 1 CONTINUOUS 11 P. M. MAT., 50c— EVE., 75c S. Hurok has the Honor to Present Second American Tour Season 1929-19301 GERMAN GRAND OPERA COMPANY In Unrivalled Presentations of RICHARD WAGNER'S Masterpieces of Music-Drama including "DER RING DES NIBELUNGEN" IHJ!!:' FJ5fc *X TRISTAN UNO ISOLDE ^¦?^• £15; 3. 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The picture is a splendid thing, amply worth the wait in line be' fore the troubled box office, even worth the elbowing of the Carl Van Vechte' nish audience within. The picture is big enough for the Auditorium. Mr. Vidor did more than employ a group of negroes to enact his picture. He began by writing a thoroughly negro story, revealing the negro as what he is, doing what he does, thinking as he thinks, wholly without relation to the white man. His negroes enact his story in negro fashion. It is, then, an authentic document giving accurate ex pression to a race all but inevitably distorted in white eyes by sympathy, prejudice, pity, contempt or another emotion. And it is not warped to please Ethiope or Caucasian. I have the idea that Mr. Vidor made one error. He might have made the picture in Germany and signed it Herr Gustavus Unterdenlinden or something equally pollysylabic. Then the art groups would have hailed it, the United States would have acclaimed a new genius, and all the world would have thrilled to the film that a few relatively adventurous Chicagoans will see and hear under existing circumstances. But Mr. Vidor is honest, just as his picture is honest, and possibly honesty is still the best policy. I! The Virginian LOYD LEWIS, who knows all aboyt such things, tells me that a remark' able number of people (or perhaps a number of remarkable people) go a second time to see and hear The Vir* ginian. I have yet to achieve that degree of devotion to a single fiction, but I do have the impression that if I were compelled to sit again upon one of my last hundred pictures The Vir ginian would be that one. Lieutenant Maris Lewis, who saw the picture with me and is no relation of * tloudV as Played by Andy Kirk and his 12 Clouds of Joy for Brunswick Only such a dusky band could dish such a dirty rhythm. 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Chicago, New York, Toronto Branches in All Principal Cities THE CHICAGOAN 31 Lloyd's, had read Owen Wister's orig' inal (I almost never read a book; matter of self defense) and declared the pk' ture a little different from the book and a little better. Gary Cooper, he said, is a better hero than can be fashioned out of paragraphs, Walter Huston a trc mendously better villain. As for Mary Brian, well — she was good in Peter Pan. The talk about a rennaisance of west' ern melodrama, I suspect, is propaganda of purest ray serene, but it shouldn't keep anyone from enjoying The Vir* ginian. This picture would be good, possibly better, if the cowboys wore din ner coats and rustled stocks instead of stock. Ana, Then, Too — OTHER pictures encountered in a broken fortnight are So Long Letty, with Charlotte Greenwood, and Little Johnny Jones, with Eddie Buszell. Both were good shows in their day, containing good tunes. The picturiw tions are modernized, the old tunes are sandwiched swiftly in between new ones, and the result is pretty bad. Better remember them both as you remember them. — w. R. WEAVER. To See or Not to See The Passion of Joan of Arc: A notable production venture nobly executed. [See it.] Hallelujah: Mr. King Vidor, aided by countless ebon American savages, gives Mr. Carl Van Vechten cards and spades. [See it and hear it.] The Virginian.- Mr. Owen Wister's story a bit more graphically and much more briefly told. [Attend.] So Long Letty: An old favorite ridicu' lous in new dress. [Let it lie.] Little Johnny Jones: A headache for George Cohan. [Forget it.] A Little Older 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.] Disraeli.- George Arliss at his and the screen's best. [See it by all means.] The Great Gabbo: James Cruze directs Erich Von Stroheim and Betty Compson in a Ben Hecht story. [Need you ask?] Sk— rotors. CUtC HOTEL Belnooni To live in the distinguished manner, in rare comfort and convenience — The Belmont, of course! Always a notable choice for smart functions and perfect dinners The Belmont is, too, the perfect setting for resi' dents of discrimination. A few suites, furnished to suit the individual taste if desired, are available. Ac commodations on short or long leases, as well as for the transient of a few days. AT 3200 NORTH Telephone Bittersweet 2100 Under the personal direction of B. 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Priced, in Mahogany, $750 LyonAHealy Wabash ^^P 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/ On with the Dance By ROBERT POLLAK BEFORE one of the most motley and vociferous audiences it has ever been my privilege to scan in Orchestra Hall, Harald Kreusberg and Yvonne Georgi danced through a miraculously short afternoon recital in all-conquer' ing fashion. The legend of their re markable powers had been created by the slim handful of people that saw them here last year. The customers from Missouri came to be shown, and ninetynine and fortyfour one'hun' dredths per cent of them departed for home gasping with admiration. It would seem idle to expatiate on the individual dances of this team, al' though each separate contribution on the program is ready-made material for flowery literature. Such straying from the critical path would be missing the point entirely. For the essence of Kreusberg lies in the stark simplicity of his dance-conceptions. He has, to begin with, an impeccable control of his body and the consummately de' veloped technique of the master- dancer. His partner abets him with a large measure of beauty, an adequate though not a superb, technique, and a large understanding of what her com' panion is about. The solo dancing of Kreusberg- — vide the horrible scenes of madness, the bold flights of his Revoke, and the ominous portrait of the Angel of Judgment— mark him out, further, as a splendid actor. That his dancing descends in a twisted path from the Duncan tradition is patent enough; but his art is purged of the Duncans' faded classicism. It is keenly thought out and boldly planned. Even his shaven poll is suggestive of the attitude of the artist-ascetic and the strict discip linarian. The materials of Kreusberg and Georgi are simple, a few lights, some off 'Stage gongs, and a set of costumes designed to magnify the idea of the dance. They carry their own com' poser, Frederick Wilckens, who plays short pieces, in the modern idiom, espe- cially constructed for their needs. And the total effect is as crushing as if they possessed Bakst settings and a full symphony. The Chicago Civic Opera announces ^B^^: a nine week season of light opera to be given at the Civic theater beginning sometime in April. The possibilities of a small orchestra and ensemble in this medium are enormous. There is a fairly large and witsful public still sighing at the thought of the remark' able Gilbert and Sullivan revivals of Winthrop Ames, and that same pub' lie might take great liking to a set of performances of The Yeoman of the Guard, a mighty operetta which is all too seldom heard in this country. At this writing the dailies have be* gun to suggest a possible roster made up of regular members of the company, among them Coe Glade and Robert Ringling. St. Leger could be relied on for expert conducting. The scores of several Strausses and the veteran Lehar are ready and waiting for just such a group. Some of the gracile operas of Offenbach might be pulled out of the library again. The venture can be one of the bright spots of the season. L^AII©IU§>N Its positively blissful! That picked- up feeling after a bowl of mussels. That savory zest in Oysters L Aiglon or tne slip of a knife into melting squab. Each disk by our French diet is a rare experience for discerning diners-out. Luncheon, dinner and supper, with dancing from six until two, 22 E. Ontario D ELaware 19 09 TUECUICAGOAN 33 MR. STOCK celebrated his # twenty 'fifth anniversary with a very pat and pleasingly profane anec dote and about as good a symphony program as he has ladled out this sea' son. When he could get his audience to stop the felicitations he plunged into a reading of his beloved Brahms Third. And in this reading nothing was lack' ing of fire or emotion or intelligence. As far as this reporter is concerned, it stood the Mengelbergs and the Bruno Walters upon their noble heads. Followed the suite from Kodlay's opera Hary Janos, that deliciously humorous modern work which begins with the orchestral sneeze of the nar' rator and ends with the golden trump' ets of Janos' dream court. And lest this music be dismissed too lightly be' cause it employs more whimsy than Mr. Milne ever collected at one time, let it be remarked that the incident of love is as beautiful an episode as there is to be found among twentieth cen' tury scores. The intermission gave M. Iturbi a chance to warm his hands backstage. He emerged to play the G major Bee' thoven Concerto with poise, clarity and impeccable technique. If he was disappointing it was only because he picked such a dull war'horse with which to make his local orchestral debut. THE Stock banquet at the Palmer House: Nine hundred devotees and, surprisingly enough, the musicians seemingly in the minority. Mr. With' erspoon, that excellent toasMnaster, leading the program along. A speech by Karleton Hackett. A very English one by Ernest Hutchinson, bearer of greetings from New York Bohemians and Juillards. Mr. Insull reading a testimonial before the amplifiers and Stock replying with a pun that should have been made long ago, "More power to you." A funny talk from Mr. Hamill. Thousands of telegrams from the not' ables of musicalia. And later a pro' gram which saw Madame Dux through some songs of Stock, the Gordons through a scherzo by the same, and Maier and Pattison through a little Bach and Chopin. And the genial Maier tells me that the duo is break' ing up, which is doleful news. 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(Old address) - - (Date of change) - 34 TUECWCAGOAN \* .0" / S* <<? & ¦y Gowns Wraps Sportswear Accessories Sixteen-Fifteen Sherman Avenue Evanston, Illinois ANNABELL CHUD New Princess Silhouette and Foundation Corsette If you are not slender, see the new semi'princess corsette on your own figure. $12™ to $95 00 Dearborn 5965 PITTSFIELD kotunda 33 N. Wabash Rococo House A Modern Swedish Setting 161 East Ohio Street Special Thursday Squab Dinner Bridge Luncheons and Parties Luncheon, Eleven Thirty to Two Thirty Dinner, Five Thirty to Nine Sunday Dinner, One to Nine Delaware one two four two rhe CWICACOENNl" Hats and News of Spring By MARCIA VAUGHN THESE are the times that try a girl's soul. Sticking out the winter gets to be one of the higher forms of martyrdom when everyone is gurgling about Santa Barbara or Algiers or Tucson. Sparkling snow continues to become as mud beneath our feet and winter clothes are just sackcloth and ashes to our drooping spirit. If you are sticking it out, too, the time has come to join me in a cheering'up ex' cursion of the shops. Here, though skies are gray outside, the first breath of spring is being felt, and it's surpris- ing how a little fresh doo-dad or a new hat will exhilarate the snow bound soul. The hats promise to be about the most exhilarating items of the season. Of course we bump into the ever present southern things but quite a few designs are dribbling in that are grand for wear right here, right now. I have been nursing a fondness for Carson's French Room for some Seasons now and this year as usual, it does not disappoint me. All the new est notes are tucked into the hats here and they have quite a collection of the cleverest designs of the cleverest de signers — Agnes' fervently sponsored wool tricot in a tight black little bon net with a dashing halo effect of lacy Tuscan braid, her spring versions of the beret and Alphonsine's gay berets, Patou's famous hempish affair, large- brimmed with wide strips of red, black and ecru. THERE are stacks and stacks of black, black and white, black and natural straw and some dark blues which promise to be the favorites foi northern springs; the pastels, of course, for the south and later wear here; and bits of brown appearing very fre- quently. The introduction of dark brown gives a surprising zest to in nocuous pastels — a pale blue felt has a deep brown satin band and bow, a light green has a very narrow band of tiny brown feathers, and one lovely dark brown straw is touched up with a wide satin band of chartreuse ending in a large floppy bow in the back. Wide satin or taffeta bows indicate the more feminine trend of the year. They droop from brims everywhere, ribbons are drawn through slashes in the brim and tied loosely, frequently drooping to the shoulders. In fact everything is fairly pictur esque, what with the wider brims, the very soft straws, and much lacy Tus can used for entire hats or combined with straws and felts. Felts are fre quently decorated with embroidery or fancy stitching or else combined with straw and not quite so simple as they have been in the past. Quite a few of them have insets of vari-colored pieces of felt which is an attractive and practical idea as it makes it pos sible to wear the hat with several costumes. One beige felt at Carson's has an inset band of brown, blue, black and white pieces of felt and an other in apple green has pieces of every pastel shade under the sun in a wide band across the front of the crown. The soft straws are in for a big boom. As we said before, everyone is rah- rahing for Panamalac, and it is a de lightful straw, very fine and soft, in some hats almost as transparent as a hair body. The highly glazed finish, I am told, is not marred by moisture and does not crack. Picot-luciole is also soft but not quite so fine, a rough- ish straw that makes the perfect hat for early wear. For afternoon hats we have the extremely light and dainty Tuscans and stiff laces which are very dainty and kept down to utmost sim plicity so that they don't get fussy. Milgrim has some linen hats, fre quently in two tones, that are starched or something so that they look almost like soft straw. Another Milgrim in novation is a very soft linen ribbon purchased by the yard and made up on your head into the good-looking, close little toques with the fashionable big bow drooping to the shoulder. These are dyed to match any costume. MANY of the straws and felts arc bound around the brim this year, sometimes in the same material, sometimes in contrasting color or even in a bit of gold. Some rough straws for sports and beach wear (at Car son's) are bound brightly in patent leather. The important notes are the wider brims which are nevertheless TWE CHICAGOAN 35 kept slightly off the face by being lifted on narrow forehead bands, the poke bonnet influence, and all sorts of stitching, pleating, tucking, and even fagoting or hemstitched effects pro duced right in straws like Milan and baku for all the world as if they were linen. Special designs that are worth your attention are: A beret in eggshell felt with an inset of fluted peach colored ribbon at the Michigan Avenue shop of Charles A. Stevens (in the Stevens Hotel). A periwinkle blue (this year known as "Blue Heaven") felt with Tuscan braid applied to the brim; a blue bicorne with flat little pads of multicolored feathers; and a natural colored baku with the unique fagoting in the brim, all at the Stevens shop. A little black cap at Milgrim's made of strips of ribbon and angora wool in Agnes' jaunty fashion. And at Car son's, besides those mentioned before; an eggshell Tuscan simply trimmed with a narrow braided rope of straw; an ethereal black lace over natural hair; a felt hat and scarf in the "Blue Heaven" shade with appliques of silver leather; a wine-colored felt with brim of brilliant lipstick red straw; a natural Milan with the hemstitched effect; and dozens of smart black balli- buntls and Panamalacs for immediate street wear. Further Items The little extra shop of Charles A. Stevens in the Stevens Hotel is a charm ing spot for the woman who prefers the un hurried atmosphere of the intimate little establishment. In addition to the quite choice collection of hats and gowns, this branch offers many exclusive bits such as Chanel's scarf and bag set of shantung with leather appliqued design; some very un usual and reasonably priced bags including one exquisite pin seal with woven metal straps for the handle and decorations of chrysoprase, and another, very new, all of close-clipped ostrich feathers; a group of Chanel gloves with the slightly flaring gauntlet, in her luscious shades of mauve, raspberry and other subtle tones; and a very striking collection of costume jewelry from the houses of Chanel, Lelong and Vionnet as well as some lovely antiques, of which more anon. . . . Quite the gayest item for any southern wardrobe is one of the ex quisite little sunshades imported from Vienna by Marshall Field. They are al together too dainty and coquettish for words, especially one in shell pink with appliqued petals to make two clusters of flowers and another in a heavenly blue with embroidered sea gulls flying around the edge in a sort of Japanese print style. For the more dashing type there are some para' sols in bright prints, French I believe. In Field's umbrella section. Cinderella Lengthens the Lifetime of Smart Evening Slippers! OLIPPERS of gold, silver and brocade **J need never be discarded because they are a bit dull, marred and scratched. Cinderella Gold and Silver Dressings will restore their first loveliness. And time and again you can put two smartly shod feet forward to enjoy formal affairs. Cinderella revives the gleaming beauty of evening slippers. At the Better Shoe Stores EVERETT & BARRON CO. PROVIDENCE. R. I. §&d ere I D Shoe **essihgs For the Brilliant Season — a magazine gauged to the tempo of a Town so swift it glitters. A chronicle of vivid and urbane life which is so contemporary it is almost prophetical. A mirror of a civilization, a reflection of incompar able gusto, a witty, world ly, adult commentary on the things above average which are the concerns of readers above mass intel ligence. "The Chicagoan" four'O-seven south dearborn I enclose a check for three dol' lars [$3] in payment of one year's subscription to your magazine. (In case the check is for five dollars [$5] it is not my error. I merely so indicate a desire for The Chi' cagoan for two years.) (J^ame). (Address). 36 TWQCWICAGOAN made the acquaintance of the old mas ters by means of picture post card re productions of their works. Conse quently, when he left Czernowitz to come to the United States, he knew something of English and French. And he had an inkling of the development of visual art through the ages. Upon his arrival in the United States in 1905 he came directly to Chicago where he had and still has relatives: a brother, a sister and several cousins. ARMIN liked Chicago at once. The i clamor of the lakeside metropolis, the vigor of its people, the clang of its traffic, the sky-piercing height of its buildings — all the mobility and vital ity and blunt directness of it delighted him beyond measure. The feeling of expansiveness and freedom exhilarated him. Intuition told him that this was the city for him, that here he would progress. He has. His first job in Chicago was in his cousin's neighborhood store. He worked long hours for little pay, and his artis tic ambitions were deemed absurd by his near and dear ones. Emil left his cousin's emporium and went to work in the Twelfth Street store. He took a room in the home of the buyer for his department. The buyer's wife be friended him. She gave him books to read and told him of the night classes in the Art Institute. He visited the Institute' and was awed by its atmos phere. He found there representative pieces of the old masters whose ac quaintanceship he had made in the museum and post card shops of Czer nowitz. And he found much more be sides^ — painting and sculpture from the far ends of the earth and of almost all the ages. He could hardly make him self believe that he, Emil Armin, a newcomer in the land and a humble worker in a West Side department store, would actually be admitted into the classes of this magnificent temple of art. But he was soon registered for two classes a week, and before long he dis covered it was not all so wonderful as he had imagined. It took him months to come to understand what the instructor expected of him. He had been in the habit of sketching objects in a way peculiarly his own, in a way that reflected the atmosphere he had grown up in. That was not acceptable to the instructor in the Art Institute. He demanded photographic likenesses, in uniformity with those produced by Chicago an s Emil Armin — Artist [begin on page 23] the other students. He emphasized correct anatomy and perspective. Armin struggled and sweated for months before he caught on. It was not easy for him to relinquish the rights of his own individuality. But he did fall in line finally, and came to be known as one of the good students in his class. ON the outside there were ups and downs— mostly downs. He lost his job at the Twelfth Street store and had perforce to drop his studies at the Art Institute. He lived in a bird's nest of a room, sans heat and furniture. He ate fifteen-cent meals. He grew leaner and leaner. He went about in threadbare clothes and worn shoes. He worked a day here, a week there —at Hillman's, the Boston Store, Rothschild's. He went about selling things from house to house. He got a job with the Meyer-Both Company. His pay, to begin with, was ridicu lously low, but when it was found he was a sure hand at altering fashion drawings his salary was rapidly raised. He moved into better living quarters, fitted himself out in new clothes. He began saving money. He was aiming high. The dream of attending day classes in the Art Institute took pos session of him. He worked and saved, sketched on the streets and in the parks on Sundays and holidays, and with tingling anticipation looked forward to the triumphant day when he could chuck the job and betake himself to the Institute for full time study. It came! A fortune of four hundred dollars was all his own. He resumed his studies with a vengeance. George Bellows came to the Art In stitute as a visiting instructor. Armin got special permission to enter his class, and there for the first time he heard authoritatively enunciated the princi ples of art which, in inarticulate form, had come to him as a sort of natural heritage. Bellows stressed the spon taneous expression of emotion and per sonality in art. Armin rejoiced. After Bellows came Randall Davey for a brief stay. And he endorsed with con tagious exuberance the attitude and methods propounded by Bellows. Before Armin graduated he was to witness and participate in the forma tion of a fellowship for the encourage ment of emotionally conceived art in Chicago which in modified form is functioning to this day. This was the Independent Class. After graduation this class was reorganized on the out side as the "Introspectives." And to them in good time came Herman Sachs bringing the stirring message of ex pressionism and organic unity. Armin became an ardent disciple of Sachs. Since then he has taken active part in the modern art movement in Chi cago, in the enterprises of the Cor- Ardens, the Chicago Society of Art ists, the Chicago No-Jury Society of Artists, the Neo-Arlimusc and The Ten. SHORTLY after receiving his "cer tificate of attainment" from the Institute he joined the Fifty-seventh Street colony. Here he produced his first important pieces — carvings in wood and stone of scenes and figures out of the past, paintings, carvings and woodcuts of Chicago scenes and char acters — all of them fused with his own whimsically poetic nature and worked out with organic unity. These crea tions won the immediate? approbation of his fellow modernists. And soon thereafter juries of American and Chi cago shows at the Art Institute ac cepted them. Then the critics, notably Samuel Putnam and Marguerite Wil liams, began heralding him as one of the very foremost Chicago artists. At present Armin finds himself once more in the Fifty-seventh Street colony — recently rehabilitated — in the company of several of his fellow pio neer Chicago modernists, happier and more determined than ever, and al most as poor. He is the same, slow- moving dreamer that he has always been. 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