February I5J950 JOHNSTON & MURPHY QJnoe for oyfferh There is growing throughout America a sense of fine attire. A circle that plans the apparel of the occasion . . . riding crop to neckwear, every detail counting . . . with knowing care. Boots, of course, by Johnston 6? Murphy. Outdoors or indoors . . . Johnston 6? Murphy provides the gentleman with infallibly correct footwear. The Low Jodhpur Style No 75 The High Riding Boot Style No. 50 jn tan Calfskin. Superior J 6? M Shoes are sold by leading store near you. Ask for catalogue. TUECUICAGOAN *\l I S AND SELLINGS Are you in the mid -winter doldrums? Most of us are this time of year . . . and if you're with the majority you'll welcome a new thrill. The February Sales and Sellings are well timed to bring you new thrills in this in- between season. New furnishings for the home . . . new clothes . . . new shoes ... refreshing thrills in all of them to tide you over until spring. But besides there's the best thrill of all in the astonishingly low prices. Why not try our prescription for the February blues? Furniture • Shoes ¦ Stemware • Dinner Sets ¦ Lamp Shades ¦ Men's Sports Apparel Domestic and European Rugs ¦ Frames and Framing ¦ Kitchen Furniture . Gloves Drapery and Upholstery Fabrics ¦ Infants9 Apparel and Nursery Furniture Oriental Art Objects ¦ Silk Hosiery ¦ Jersey Silk and Rayon Undergarments MARSHALL FIELD & COMPMI TI4ECWICAG0AN STAGE M usica * ANIMAL CRACKERS— Grand Opera House, 119 North Clark. Central 8240. The Four Marx Brothers continue to pack them in. Groucho chat' ters his audience 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. Saturday and Sunday, $5.50. Matinee, $3. +NINA ROSE— Great Northern, 20 West Quincy. Central 8240. Magnificently set in Peruvian splen dor, with Guy Robertson a spirited hero and an opulent and fresh Romberg score. Libretto by Otto Harbach and lyrics by Irving Caesar. A hit. Curtain 8:20. Saturday and Wednesday 2:20. Saturday and Sunday, $4.40. Monday to Friday, $3.85. Wednesday matinee, $2.50. Saturday matinee, $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. Curtain 8:15. Saturday and Wednesday 2:15. -fcMLLE. MODISTE— Majestic. 22 West Monroe. Central 8240. Fritzi Scheff is again a sensational success in this colorful revival which starts the Victor Herbert Festival. "Mile. Modiste" marks the first of five operettas to be produced. Limited engagement Feb. 9 to 22, followed by Use Marvenga in "Naughty Marietta"; Eleanor Painter in "The Fortune Teller"; "Babes in Toyland"; and "Sweet hearts." Curtain 8:20. Wednesday and Saturday 2:20. Every night and matinees, $2.50. Special subscription rate for series of five, $10. +BIRD IK HAND— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. John Drinkwater takes a fling at light comedy and does it exceedingly well. A deft, amusing play of English lords and innkeepers, and mixed marriage. Curtain 8:30. Saturday and Wednesdav 2:30. Night, $3. Matinees, $2.50. -fcSTRICTLT DISHONORABLE— Adelphi, 11 North Clark. Randolph 4466. Opens Feb. 10 with Charles Richman and a prominent cast. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:30. Wednesday and Saturday 2:30. Saturday and Sunday, $3.85; Monday to Friday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.50. THE PRINCESS AND THE GOBLIN— Harris, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. A houseful of children, and this surprised adult, gasp and shudder delightedly 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. A Southern play, and yet it has not a single colored character. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Matinees Friday only, 2:30. No Monday performance. GAMBLING— Erlanger, 127 North Clark. State 2461. With George M. Cohan and also by George M. Cohan. The versatile American returns to Chicago in a play of his own after an absence of many years. Curtain 8:30. Saturday and Wednes day 2:30. LET: US BE GAT— Studebaker, 418 South Michigan. Harrison 2792. With Francine Larrimore. Divorce is treated lightly and contributes many amusing "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— The Park Lincoln, by Harold Peterson Cover Current Entertainment for the fort' night ending February 21 Page 2 Urban Valentines, by Irma Selz 4 Editorially 7 Lincoln Was Something of a Kidder Too, by Lloyd Lewis 9 A Poetic Acceptance, by Donald Plant H Distinguished Chicagoans, by /. H. E. Clar\ 12 Remarx Generale, by Groucho Marx.. 13 All the Brothers Are Valiant, by T^at Karson 14 And This Is Russia, by E. S. Kennedy 15 Slavic Types, by E. Millman 16 Town Talk 17 Reminiscences of the Season, by Philip Hesbitt 18 The Middle-Western St. Moritz, by A. Raymond Katz 20 Albert D. Lasker — Chicagoan, by ls[orman Klein 22 Overtones, by John C. Emery 26 La Guinan — A National Weakness, by Lucia Lewis 28 Art, by J. Z. ]acohson 30 The Stage, by William C. Boyden 32 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 34 Musical Notes, by Robert Polla\ 36 Go, Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 38 The Chicagoenne, by Marcia Vaughn 40 Books, by Susan Wilbur. 42 Theater Ticket Service 43 THE CHICAGOAN S Theater Ticket Service Stars opposite theaters listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in advance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 43. situations to this ultra-modern play. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Wednesday and Satur- day 2:30. -fcJUNE 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. Matinees Thursday and Saturday 2:25. Sunday to Friday, $3. Satur' day, $3.85. Matinees, Sat., $2.50; Wed., 2. STRAHGE INTERLUDE— Blackstone, 60 East Seventh. Harrison 6609. Eugene O'Neill's rec ord-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 per formances. Remember, 5:30 sharp. ¦^STREET SCENE— Apollo, 170 North Dearborn. Central 8240. A colorful, exciting play of strenu ous life in slum streets, ably acted and splendidly produced. Elmer Rice won the Pulitzer Prise with this one but don't let that keep you away. Cur tain 8:30. Saturday and Wednesday 2:30. Sun day to Friday, $3. Saturday, $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. +THE MATRIARCH— Princess, 319 South Clark. Central 8240. Constance Collier in a powerful dramatization of G. B. Stern's best-seller; the fourth offering of the alert Dramatic League of Chicago. Sapphires and infallibility, riches, dis asters, and racial characteristics all kneaded into a stirring play. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Saturday and Wednesday 2:30. Nights, $3. Matinees, $2. To be followed Feb. 17 by "In Dear Old England," H. F. Maltby's play. ¦fcYOUR UNCLE DUDLEY— Cort, 132 North Dear born. Central 0019. Opens Feb. 10 with Thomas W. Ross. To be reviewed. Curtain 8:20. Wednesday and Saturday 2:30. Saturday, $3.00. Monday to Friday, $2.50. Saturday matinee, $2.50. Wednesday matinee, $2.00. +HARRY LAUDER— Garrick, 64 West Randolph. Central 8240. Opens Feb. 10, for one week only. Curtain 8:30. Matinee 2:30. Saturday and Sun day, $2.50. Monday to Friday, $2.00. Matinees, $2.00. To be followed Feb. 17 by the Stratford- Upon-Avon Players. Vaudeville -fcTHE 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. Saturday, Sunday, holidays, $2. Week nights, $1.50. Matinee every day, $1. MUSIC CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA— Orchestra Hall, 220 S. Michigan ave. Cincinnati Festival Chorus and Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Freder ick Stock, Conductor; three concerts, two programs. Ethel Hayden, Soprano, Dan Gridley, Tenor, Fra- zer Gange, Baritone, Merle Alcock, Contralto, Anna Burmeister, Soprano, Herbert Gould, Bass. Thurs. eve., Feb. 6th at 8:15, Fri. aft., Feb. 7th at 2:15, Sat. eve., Feb. 8th at 8:15. One of the best reasons for spending the winter in town is the programs provided by Frederick Stock for this, the 39th year of the orchestra's life. Regular subscription concerts Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings (the same program). Fourteen [continued on page pour] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Advertis ing Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol VIII No. 11— Feb. 15, 1930. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWEC14ICAG0AN after all — it's fun to be small Any modern, whether she be twenty or twice that "young", is lucky if she's small. For the little darling's every fashion- whim is anticipated in that gay and modern room, The Junior Deb Salon . . . Adorable Party Frocks, ducky Suits, dramatic things for teas or Sunday-night suppers, Coats with chic — as smart as they are small — make the woman who wears sizes 1 1 - 13 - or 15, the envy of the "per fect thirty-fours!" The JUNIOR DEB SALON Chas A Stevens & Bros 4 TWE CHICAGOAN Urban Valentines Miss Selz, dramatic caricaturist of The Chicago Tribune, has sketched- left to right in true neivspaper fashion — the Unquenchable Intellec tual, Miss Tillie Garbo Wool-worth, the Indomitably Gay Old Dog, the Attic Aesthete and the Vanishing Species of M an- Ab out-Town popular concerts, sec ond and fourth Thurs day evenings through out the season. Tuesday afternoon concerts, a bit heavier than pop programs, the second and fourth Tuesdays of each month. Call Har rison 0363 for informa tion. CO^CERTS^Myra Hess and Harold Bauer, two- piano recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Febi 9, at 3:30. Lucia Chagnon, soprano, recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 9, at 3:30. Kedroff Quartet, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, ' Feb. 9, at 3:00. Vladimir Horowitz, pianist, recital, Orchestra Hall, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 9, at 3:30; Victor Prahl, baritone, recital, Kimball Hall, Tuesday evening, Feb. 11, at 8:15; Frances Gettys, soprano, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 16, at 3:00; Gordon String Quartette, chamber music, Orchestra Hall, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 16, at 3:30; Andres Segovia, guitar ist, recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 16, at 3:30; Marcel Roger de Bouzon, bari tone, and Sidney Silber, joint recital, The Play house, Sunday afternoon, Feb. 16, at 3:30; Percy Grainger, pianist, recital, Orchestra Hall, Monday evening, Feb. 17, at 8:15; Mendelsohn Club, choral concert, Orchestra Hall,' Tuesday evening, Feb. 18, at 8:15. ART THE ART INSTITUTE— Michigan at Adams. Weekdays, 9 to 5; Sundays, 12:15 to 8:00 P. M. Admission, Wed., Sat., and Sun. free, other days, 25 cents. Current exhibitions: Paintings and sculpture by artists of Chicago and vicinity; Inter national Exhibition of Etchings by Chicago Society of Etchers; illustrated books for children in Chil dren's Museum; Japanese color prints by Hokusi. ALONG ART ROW — Chicago Galleries Association, 220 N. Michigan, paintings by "The Hoosier Group," Randolph Coats, Edwin Forkner, Alexis Fournier and William Forsyth. Chester H. John son Gallery, 410 S. Michigan, special display of the works of Sotnine, followed by an exhibit of Leopold Survage's paintings. At the new galleries of M. Knoedler 6? Company, Inc., 622 S. Michi gan, exhibition of portraits by Tade Styka. O'Brien Art Gallery, 673 N. Michigan, exhibit of etchings by John Sloan and Sir John Millais' painting, "Perfect Bliss." Albert Roullier Art Galleries, 414 S. Michigan, exhibition of original lithographs by Bolton Brown. Gerrit Vanderhoogt, Inc., etch ings and dry-points by Cadwallader Washburn. Anderson Galleries, 536 S. Michigan, landscapes by A. C. Warshawsky, including five Parisians. Marshall Field 6? Company's Art Rooms, the "Hoosier Salon" collection of the works of promi nent Indiana painters. Carson Pirie Scott Gal leries, Old English sporting prints. LECTURES ABRAHAM LINCOLN— Chicago Historical Society, Dearborn and Ontario st. Address by William H. Johnson, Ph. D.. Sunday. Feb. 9 3:00 P. M. Address by Judge Henry Horner, Wednesday, Feb. 12, 8:00 P. M. Admission free. CONTEMPORARY THOUGHT— Wieboldt Hall, McKinlock Campus. (Northwestern University Course.) "What Is Worth While." Ernest Fre mont Tittle, D. D.. lecturer. Feb. 12 7:00 P/M. "The Value of Living." Robert Morss Lovett. Feb. 19, 7:00 P. M. [listings begin on page two] SPORTS SIX-DAT BICYCLE RACE— Feb. 8 to 15, Chicago Stadium, 1800 W. Madison. HOCKEY — Montreal Canadians vs. Blackhawks, Sun day, Feb. 16, at Chicago Stadium. TABLES BLACKSTOKE HOTEL— 656 South Michigan. Har- rison 4300. Consistently distinguished in food, service and atmosphere, always an excellent dinner choice. Pleasant string music by Margraff. Otto C. Staack is maitre d'hotel. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 South Michigan. Wabash 4400. A huge hotel with tremendous dining fa cilities. 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 Col chester Grill is a favorite luncheon choice and at dinner time provides in addition the music of Joska de Barbary's orchestra. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL— 316 Fed eral St. Webster 0770. English cookery here at tains high merit in sedate and handsome British environment. A splendid luncheon choice. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. A popular and convenient restaurant on the Boule vard, well attended 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 TAB ARIN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. Always a choice night place the Bal Tabarin of' fers refreshing entertainment as well as the chang- ing decoT effected by the miraculous clavilux. Gene Fosdick's band and Wallis is headwaiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Franklin 2100. The College Inn keeps drawing 'em in with Lloyd Huntley's spirited band, and a changeful floor show. Braun is headwaiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 North Michigan. Dear- born 4388. A night club in the genuine Russian manner, extremely well fed and excellently enter tained by gypsy orchestra, with stirring song and dance. Kinsky is headwaiter and Khmara is master of ceremonies. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 75i)0. A hospitable hotel and deserving of com- -v. mendation for excellent victuals adequately served. ¦ jTIie Petite Symphony, playing in the main dining room, is one of our better dinner orchestras. Muller is maitre d-hotel. ¦ KALI'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. A very adequately served in stitution, in the Ger man tradition. Long a savior to LaSalle Street. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. Set in the 24- karat environment of the genuine Gold Coast the Lakeshore glitters with undimmed lustre. Worldly, wise and wealthy patrons. Splendid, unostentatious 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 service and a good band for dancing — Jack Riley's. Eric Dahlberg is headwaiter. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bitter- sweet 2100. An excellent dinner choice, extreme ly competent kitchen. Expert at arranging teas, luncheons and all manner of special parties. Aug ust Mayer is headwaiter. JULIEN'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 beginning promptly at 6:30 p. m. Deservedly a show place. Mama Julien oversees. Telephone for reservation. RICKETTS— 2727 N. Clark. A steak and sand wich store open for the late night crowd and bet ter served than is usual in after-evening places. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 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. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A handsome French restaurant, cheeringly hospitable under the smiling eye of Teddy Majerus. There are private 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 GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Texas Guinan brings her gang, her wise cracks, her bounding energy to this large and well- behaved North Side cabaret. Merry and late with Tex entertaining every night. Ralph Burke is head- waiter. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Fish done amply and fowl done handsomely. Suc culent steaks and many dishes with brave Teu tonic names done and served in the best German manner. Cozy, sedate and leisurely with C. ("Papa") Gallauer presiding. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Walton PI. Superior 4264. Dishes that smack smartly of a skillful touch in the kitchen. Soothing surround ings. A place for bright luncheons, a quiet con fab over the coffee or a bounteous spread accord ing to mood. CAFE LOUISIANE— 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. SHORELAND— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. A splendid inn on the South Side, offer ing a cosmopolitan menu and superb service. A fortunate thought on Sunday. TI4E CHICAGOAN 5 Nahigian Brothers REMOVAL SALE/ This is a "Once-in-a-Lifetime" Opportunity to buy ORIENTAL RUGS at such very low prices! The facts are simple and few. Carson, Pirie Scott & Co. will soon take over these prem ises. We are obliged to move. Our new building at 169 North Wabash Avenue is now under course of construction. In the mean time — a gigantic Removal Sale offers you the opportunity to purchase Oriental Rugs (of a quality for which Nahigian Brothers are famous) at savings that are astounding! See these Qreat Reductions NaWanRrofliers,^. X 1 ^ Direct A^ Iroporters Established 1890 28 S. WABASH AVE. 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Cadillac Motor Car Company Division of General Motors Corporation CHICAGO BRANCHES 2301 South Michigan Avenue 5020 Harper Avenue 5201 Broadway 119 South Kedzie Avenue 2015 E. 71st St. 4114 Irving Park Boulevard 1810 Ridge Avenue, Evanston 108 North First Street, Highland Park 818-826 Madison Street, Oak Park NEW NEW NEW CADILLAC LaSALLE FLEETWOOD Listen to WMAQ. 83-°to 92-°P.M, Thursdays, for the Cadillac -LaSalle Dramatic Radio Programs CI4ICAG0AN THE English ideas about Chicago's much-advertised financial embar- rassment, as recorded flamboy antly in the London press, are about as wild-eyed as Mayor Thompson's recent theories regarding King George's inter est in our school books. Our treasury appears to be barren, true enough; but London should be informed that it was not looted by bandits. The city administration has not displayed the economic wisdom of Andrew Mellon; but London should know that the politicians haven't driven a truck up to the municipal building and carted off the taxes to their secret lair. It may easily be that Mayor Thomp son, with all his faults, has done about as well, so far as the budget is concerned, as any executive of the strictly business-man type so often dreamed of in election campaigns. The causes of this trouble that has visited us, curbing our pride and chastising our civic vanity, are complex. Any man in the street, or any British journalist, can an nounce off-hand that it is due to maladministration; but the statement would mean nothing at all. Chicago's finances are muddled because Chicago's charter as a municipality is out-of-date; because we have been experiencing metro politan growth under a village organisation; because of many other things that have no special relation to any one party or administration. It's an intricate tangle, one that can be fairly analysed only by an expert in city organiza tion. This is no single disease; it is a blend of inherited maladies. Chicago's bank-roll is anaemic because we have grown too fast and not eaten enough spinach. The British lion, whose tail Mayor Thompson so cruelly wrenched, should look into the question a little before it leaps. THAT variable and mutable sex known as Woman has gone and got itself tangled up in long skirts again. If this indicated a return to modesty, it might be praised; but since it means nothing more than the salesman ship of the French silk-weaving and dress-designing trust, it may be greeted, so far as that callous and polygamous sex, Man, is concerned, with a curled lip. The candid flapper of the unembarrassed knees is now Milady of the Flounces; the bob-haired boy-girl is now a curled and festooned Fluffy Ruffles. There's no sense to it at all; it's merely Woman, always deliciously unreasonable. On the ground of straight, sincere esthetics, we suggest that the girls give some cool, critical consideration to their reflection in a full-length mirror, when they are garbed for dinner or the dance with last year's sweet fur coat covering the ensemble. Let them study the loops and pennants of bunting that dangle below the skirt of the winter wrap. It looks like the decorations for a street carnival after a high wind. It is, in short, a terrible effect — the worst that has been achieved in feminine style for twenty years. "But we'll change all that quickly," the girls declare. "The fur coats must be longer, too." And at the thought of the extra expense in furs, there Editorially and last time. is nothing for the Meal Ticket and the Inferior Half to do but to give a sharp cry of despair and sink for the third THIS is an off-season period on the calendar of sports. The jerseys of the football demi-gods have gone to the cleaners, and the spangles of the heroes of the diamond have not yet been de-mothballed. Arthur Shires' gladiatorial fury has been suppressed by ukase of Czar Kenesaw I. Except for professional hockey (the Hawks are keen this year) and the dull, steady grind of the boxing industry, there would be nothing to talk about for red- blooded men. But halt! Here's an item. The basketball team repre senting Loyola University — Loyola of Chicago to distinguish it from the various other schools of the same name — has won thirty-four games in succession. That's a record. The boys from the Devon Avenue campus apparently cannot be beaten, although they have travelled all over the map seeking competition. (The Purdue game doesn't count.) We have a national collegiate basketball championship right here in Chicago, but are not getting excited about it. So here's a cheer for Loyola. The correct ritual of hurrah in this case, so our college-spirit editor informs us, is : He's a man; — he's a man; — He's a real Loyola man. ? HAS any one in Chicago seen a starling? There is a great deal of worry in the land over the starling peril, and it is said to be creeping closer and closer to the city walls. This avian invader is alleged to be a mean bird, imported from Great Britain. It gathers in flocks; it squawks viciously in chorus, making early morn and dewey eve hideous; it chases away tanagers, cardinals, ruby-throated humming birds, and all the other precious jewels of our ornithological life. The current worry over the threatened plague of starlings recalls our national annoyance, in the young womanhood of the late Queen (Victoria, of course), with the English sparrow. He too was a resented importation, and he was going to ruin everything. A gamin, a gutter-snipe, a Gav- roche, a city bird who would chase every other kind of fowl out into the country where they belonged — that was our idea of the sparrow. He was liberally cartooned and cursed — and yet he has adapted himself quite charmingly into our life. Chicago's sparrows are numerous, but they leave plenty of space for the rest of the feathered population; and they stick by us in winter when the others have fluttered south like deserters. You see Chicagoans tossing out crumbs to the sparrows in times of heavy snowfall now, to be sure that the jaunty little rascals will have a food supply. Two generations ago we tried to feed them arsenic. So we say, bring on your starlings! They sound like a bright and merry bird that will be a picturesque addition to our natural history. The only people who will try to suppress them are reformers out of jobs. THE CHICAGOAN J. he J; d D accjuara -L/aytime Js Important^ JDecauseJ D ress of the newness of its fabric . . . Jaccjuard prints, for day time. .. because of its brief little sleeves. . .because of its round -topped godets that look like unpressed pleats . . . because of its stiff little bolero . . . and, lastly, because ol its very, very young silhouette. 125.00 SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO PALM BEACH NEW YORK MIAMI BEACH TUE CHICAGOAN 9 Lincoln was Something of a Kidder; too A NEW VIEW OF THE MAN By Lloyd Lewis JANE ADDAMS told a new Lin coln story the other evening, a story that had been given her by her father, who had served with Lincoln in the Illinois Legislature. It seems that there was a brassy man in Free' port, Jared Patterson, who looked like Lincoln and who, one day, came up to the tall lawyer and began discussing this resemblance, likening their height, their eyes, their high cheekbones, and so on. "Yes," said Lincoln, interrupting, "but you have more cheek, Mr. Pat terson, more cheek." Aside from the creditability of its source, this particular story rings true. It is of a type that you will find hidden among the reminiscences of realistic men who knew Lincoln. It is not, however, the type of Lincoln story used by his most popular biographers to il lustrate the great man's life. Neither is it the kind of anecdote that orators and clergymen have woven into their eulogies of the Martyr. FOR this there may be a rea son. Perhaps the American people, warm with desire to exalt and ele vate their na tion's savior to the altar of a deity, have not liked to be re' minded that he was so human as ever to be sharp, sarcastic. That, somehow had never fitted into the worshipful picture of Lincoln as a sorrowful hero if not a god, paternal in-his mercy and wisdom, one whose humor was that of a prophet speaking in quaint parables, homely NOTE: Mr. Lewis displays again the modern attitude that claimed world attention for his Myths After Lincoln brought out last year by Harcourt- Brace and embraced by H. L. Mencken as "a vastly entertaining and amusing book, full of melodrama and almost painful humours, that should be read by anyone interested in American psychology." Greater and lesser pundits, although divided in opinion, united in calling the book "some thing new about Lincoln at last." In this shorter composition the editors feel that Mr. Lewis has made a no less important contribution to Lin- colniana. ironic and a little axioms, stories that taught lessons. Text' books have taught us that he told anecdotes only to illustrate wise points and that he had a purpose be hind every tale. While it is true that Lincoln upon occasion did use stories exactly as the myth-makers say, he used humor for plenty of other purposes, too. For in' stance, he told yarns just to amuse him' self, obviously, and, furthermore, to penetrate the pomposity of persons who needed just that. He was one of the most intensely comic men of his time and far too intelligent not to know that fact. And when he rose to prominence it is plain that he employed humor as a means of self 'protection against the bores and tedious fools who by nature surround famous folk. Be' ing by nature tenderhearted and gen' tie, he found in his prominence a pre dicament. How was he to shut off tiresome talkers and clamorous supplicants who crowded around him? Asi a confirmed demo' crat he could not re' fuse to see visitors as they came. Also he liked people and wanted to hear from them direct, rather than from their poli ticians. In the large ness of his nature he seems to have fallen back upon his humor to rescue him from the dilemma. As for example, this incident — One day there came to the White House a certain Peter Harvey, an ele' phantine man with a tremendous man' ner of importance that arose from his one-time familiarity with the late Daniel Webster. With unusual infla- tion of style he went into Lincoln's office. After a time he emerged, evi dently a little dazed. Later he told what had happened. "I told Mr. Lincoln that I had talked so much with Daniel Webster on the affairs of the country that I felt per fectly competent to tell him what Mr. Webster would advise in the present war-crisis, and thereupon I explained just what he should do and not do, and would you believe it, sir, when I got through, all that Mr. Lincoln said was, as he clapped his hand on my leg, lMr. Harvey, what tremendous calves you have got.' " CHAUNCEY M. DEPEW, who had a realistic appreciation of Lincoln, used to tell a similar story on John Ganson, the big-wig Congress man from Buffalo who once burst in upon Lincoln as he was conferring with some generals. Ganson, who had no hair whatsoever on his face or head, was glowing with red aggressiveness as he began, "Mr. President, I am en titled to your confidence and I demand to know what is the present situation and prospects of our several campaigns and armies?" Lincoln looked up at him quizzically and drawled, "Ganson, how close you shave." As Ganson bowed himself out in de feat, but in amusement, too, a General said to Lincoln, "Mr. President, is that the way you manage the politicians?" "Well," said Lincoln, "you mustn't suppose you have all the strategy in the army." So solemn was Lincoln's habitual ex pression, and so universal his reputa- 10 TWEO-IICAGOAN tion for honesty that it would have been a wise man, indeed, who could have told when the President was seri ous and when he was "joshing," as they called the art of "kidding" in the 1860's. Justice Carter, of the Supreme Court, District of Columbia, liked to tell of an instance wherein Lincoln joshed a caller unmercifully and escaped detection. A certain Phila delphia politican had made himself a colossal pest around the White House, ramming his way into the Executive Chambers for useless conferences. At length Lincoln arose from the chair where he had been listening to the dullard, and took down a bottle from a corner cupboard. "Did you ever try this stuff for your hair?" he asked, looking earnestly at his visitor's bald head. "No, sir, I never did." "Try it. Take it along with you and come back in eight or ten months and tell me how it works." THE famous Abolition Senator "Bluff" Ben Wade met this same sort of defeat at Lincoln's hands. Wade was leader of the vicious anti- Lincoln group of Republicans in the Senate and, at the height of their anger against the President's conduct of the war, he left his office in the Capitol building and walked that even mile down Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House, where he began abusing Lincoln. Lincoln sought to divert him with a story, but Wade wouldn't listen. "Oh, it's always a story with you," bellowed the Senator in disgust. "You jest while the country goes to hell. It's not more than a mile from there this minute — " "That's just about the distance from here to your office, isn't it, Senator?" asked Lincoln innocently. Old Ben banged his hat down on his ears and stamped out. Robert Dale Owen, the Hoosier statesman, scholar and social reformer was, in his way, more of a social bore than most men to Lincoln. Owen was a good, kindly man and due for gentler treatment than Ben Wade. He liked to read his manuscripts on foggy ab struse subjects to the President and at the end of one particularly erratic piece he asked Lincoln what he thought of it. "Well," said Lincoln, yawning, "for those who like that sort of thing that's just about the sort of thing they'll like." Innumerable delegations of clergy men, pouring in on Lincoln all through the war, were not so gentle as Mr. Owen. Usually they felt called upon to tell Lincoln what God wanted him to do. A certain group of Chicago preachers visited the President and asked him to free the slaves. For rea sons necessarily secret he could not dis cuss the subject openly and avoided a direct reply, whereupon the ministerial spokesman thundered, "I bring a mes sage from our Divine Master to you through me, commanding you, sir, to open the doors of bondage that the slave may go free — " "That may be," spoke up Lincoln, "for I have studied this question night and day for weeks and months, but if it is, as you say, a message from your Divine Master, isn't it odd that the only channel He could send it by was the roundabout route by way of that awful wicked Chicago." (A sidelight, incidentally, upon Chicago's fame in the 1860s.) CALLERS, in general, were self- seekers at the White House and coming, as they did, by the thousand, they created a situation such as no President before or since has been forced to face. Their worst congestion was, naturally, at the start of his first term when appointments to Federal posts were being handed out in quan tity. It was evidently, then, not all grief for Lincoln to discover, in those days, that he was suffering from vario loid, a light form of small-pox fortu nately not serious enough to necessi tate his absence from his desk for much of the time. At the first symptoms a doctor was summoned and examined the President while an office-seeker waited near the desk. "It is varioloid, Mr. President," said the physician. "Is it contagious?" asked Lincoln. "Yes." Whereupon Lincoln promptly turned to the visitor and asked, "Did you wish to see me?" "No," blurted the fellow, and fled. Summoning his secretaries Lincoln asked if there were any other people waiting to see him. Yes, he was told, the ante-rooms were full of them. "Then send them in," he said with elation. "At last I have something I can give them." TO penetrate the motives behind fawning and palavering visitors was, throughout four long years, one of Lincoln's incessant tasks. Myth has held him up as a man so tender-hearted that he could never turn a deaf ear to an appeal for mercy. While it is true that Lincoln's softness of heart did save the lives of any number of THE CHICAGOAN n soldiers doomed to execution for breaches of discipline, there was good logic behind such tactics. Better than the military men who clamored for rigorous executions of deserters and men who fell asleep on sentry-post, Lincoln understood the volunteer char acter of the army and the impossibil ity of turning clerks and farmboys im mediately into hardened soldiers. But with all his wholesale use of the par don, Lincoln was no mark for any chance petitioner with a doleful tale. His secretaries thought him amazingly deft in sizing up visitors and detecting fraud. There were plenty of instances when he summarily and indignantly dismissed persons whom he suspected of lying. Occasionally he would send dubious petitioners to his departmental heads with ironic notes, as, for in stance, that time when he sent a favor- seeking lady to Stanton with a sealed note which the secretary found to de' clare, "This woman is a good deal smarter than she seems." Lincoln could take care of himself very well, indeed, when visitors carried intimacy too far. He once raked some men with frozen rebukes when they bk' tantly asked him to "tell them some stories." And once when a tipsy Congressman sought to ingratiate himself with the President by reciting for him the poem which Lincoln was known to love best, Lincoln was very, very short in response. "Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" began the flushed and beaming legislator. "I see no reason, whatever," said Lincoln coldly and the visit was over. THAT Lincoln characteris tically forgave those who imposed upon him will, of course, be one of the chief items in his immortality, but no one today, need delude himself with roseate dreams that the man did not understand the extent of the imposition or that he was supine under it. When General McClellan, who had marched off into Virginia with a mag nificent army, refused to fight the Con federates and maneuvered cumber- somely about the Southern wilds, tele graphing back, in cry-baby fashion, for more men, more guns, more horses, more everything, Lincoln petted him for the good of the desperate cause, but he privately poked fun at McClel lan, just the same. "It seems to me," he dryly observed, "that McClellan has been wandering around and has got lost. He reminds me of a man out in Illinois who visited the state penitentiary with a number of friends. They wandered about the institution and saw everything, but just about the time to depart this man became separated from his friends and couldn't find his way out. At last he came across a convict who was peer' ing between the bars of his cell and he hastily asked him, 'Say, how do you get out of this place?' " As a boy, Lincoln was known as averse to taking animal life and to see ing innocent creatures, human or four' legged, tortured for sport, yet at least once, he acted, very sharply, in a case wherein he felt that his family had been slighted. Believing that Aaron Grigsby, husband of his older sister Sarah, had overworked his wife and hastened her death, and furthermore, that the Grigsbys looked down upon the Lincolns, Abraham, as a boy of 17, took sweet revenge upon his enemies. It seems that two of the Grigsby boys, getting married at a double ceremony, failed to invite the Lincolns to the affair. That rankled in the youthful mind of young "Abe" and he set out to get even. His device was in the nature of a comic poem which de scribed how the prankish neighbors had managed to confuse the bridegrooms on their wedding night and had led them to the wrong bedrooms where the brides were already tucked in. How the young men's mother had, with fear ful squalling, prevented fatal conse quences was the climax of the poem. Young Lincoln made several copies of his work and "lost" them conveniently at desired places about the neighbor' hood with the result that the Grigsbys were soon ridiculous for miles around. FOR sheer whimsicality of humor and pat sarcasm, there seems noth' ing finer among Lincoln anecdotes than the one which Secretary of the Navy, Gideon Welles, told concerning "Stan- ton's Navy." Welles had had a quarrel with Stan' ton, Secretary of War, concerning the safety of Washington during those days when the iron-clad Confederate ship Merrimac was spreading terror. Stanton, always fussy and hasty, was sure the Merrimac would come up the Potomac and blow the capitol to smith ereens, Welles told him it was im- possible, the iron-clad couldn't get over shoals in the river. Nevertheless Stan ton had the army load sixty canal boats with stone ready to be sunk across the channel. For weeks these boats swung at anchor waiting the summons which could not come. Lincoln and a party of friends passing this flotilla discussed them. "What are they for?" asked a new' comer. "Oh, that's Stanton's navy," said Lincoln. "Stanton's navy is as useless as the paps of a man to a sucking child. They may be some show to amuse the child but good for nothing in service." Poetic Acceptances Zoe Akins Accents an Invitation to Dinner O dear! My vivid dear! Indeed I do accept. O do not fear! O I accept! I could not ever fail To attend your feast. All others pale Beside your feast. I will sip the wine you pour, I will eat the bread you have, And furthermore, What else you have. — DONALD PLANT. 12 THE CHICAGOAN istinguished Chicagoans A SEQUENCE OF PORTRAITS by J. H. E. Clark Mrs. Kellogg Fairbank: Hard-working philanthropist, a social light whose en tertainments are amusing, brilliant, sought alike by Social-Registerites, writers, artists, political leaders and merely kindred spirits; gifted of pen, a successful novelist, serenely the hub of a hundred activities, a loyal fighter for notable charities, civic move ments and cultural interests. Charles Collins: Gone from these pages to head The Chicago Tribune's drama department — ergo, the World's Greatest Drama Critic, as you, we and they knew all the time; author of Great Love Stories of the Theater, The Sins of St. Anthony and other successful books; beloved Secre tary of the Tavern and the Cliff Dwellers, University of Chicago alumnus and advo cate, crony of Ashton Stevens and Gene Markey; scholar, editorial writer, sports authority and, for whatever paper or none, most distinguished first-nighter of the Town. John Alden Carpenter: Reluctantly, though successfully, a business executive, his region — Music; far in the vanguard of American composers, his Krazy Kat, S\y scrapers and the Perambulator Suite are high targets for the quills of other mod ernists; suavely, meditatively, the Carpenter pencil glides across music paper and a quiver of expectancy stirs the music centers of the world. Ruth Hanna McCormick: Vigorous in politics, farming, parenthood; brilliant hostess as daughter of Mark Hanna and as wife of the late Medill McCormick, leader in Congress in her own right and sturdy candidate for the Senate; a genuine agrarian, familiar with every calf and cow in her certified herd, leader in modern dairy methods, first to produce iodized milk for goitre victims; full-time mother and father to Katrina, John Medill and Ruth Elizabeth. Samuel Insull: Bearer of light, heat and power to ten million people; a boy in Disraeli's London, a young man directing the manifold affairs of Thomas Alva Edison, a man building gigantic organizations, each of tremendous national significance, in tire less sequence; financial and spiritual sup porter of all things good in Opera, Symphony and Drama, a convincing voice in .affairs of almost innumerable organiza tions, and an office executive in his chair behind his desk daily at 8:15. TI4ECWICAG0AN 13 Remarx on the Civic Dilemma JUST FOR THE PUN OF THE THING By Groucho Marx FROM the local papers I gather that the City Hall is unable to pay its back salaries to the minions of the law. (Minions derived from the He brew word "minion," meaning a group of ten people assembled in one place.) The coppers may lay just claim to the use of this appellation. You find ten on one block and none on the next. Which brings me to the subject of my text: "Seek and ye shall find." This prevalent situation of unpaid policemen — plus the fact that the city authorities decided not to issue any licenses to banana peddlers, plus the closing of speakeasies, and Balaban and Kat? cutting down on their passes leaves the poor coppers without food, drink, or a place to sleep. If this tight condition continues much longer the John Laws may even have to stoop to hunting criminals just to get the re ward offered. Just the other evening I was held up. The bandit had his gun in my ribs and was extracting my wallet when an officer sauntered by. I asked him to arrest the yegg and his retort was : "Do you think I'm getting paid for this?" He probably thought I was doing a travesty on Porgy because I had my hands in the air. I tried to russell the Police Commis sioner out of bed to tell him of the outrage, but he was in conference. HICH brings to mind the fact that this is not the first instance in which the guardians of the law, church, or schools, have not been com pensated for their services. In ancient times there were the Vestal Virgins, the forerunners of our dollar-a-year policemen. At the termination of their first year they were given one star, two stars for two years of service, and three stars for an extraordinary movie. I understand that the employees of the school board have not been paid, either. For the teachers I would sug gest that they join Actors' Equity. Then they could take part in the chorus-dancing sequences during the filming of the school football games. Had the school janitors foreseen the financial shortage, they might all have gone to Hollywood to take part in that revue number, Turn on the Heat. And that reminds me. The movies are evolving and we must evolve with them. The talkies have come to say. I look forward to the day when I can sit back in my easy chair, drop a nickel in the slot of my television set and see a gorgeous revue. Ticket scalpers will probably wind up scalp ing nickels, and sell slugs for balcony seats. REMINISCENT: The time Char lie Chaplin came into our dressing room with his first movie contract from Keystone calling for $100 a week. His salary in vaudeville then was $40. . . . The time, or rather times, we were fined while playing the tanks, particu larly Burlington, Wisconsin, where Manager Jack Root fined me five for smoking at rehearsal. (Five was the minimum unless they caught our act. Then it was likely to be anything.) Quite perturbed at this misdeal we called in the chief of police, who said he would give us the five if we turned it over to the Salvation Army. We agreed on condition that he would put a like amount in the kettle at the same time. He agreed, and Harpo was to represent the Marx Brothers. Harpo palmed the five and slipped in a one dollar bill. The manager, angry at be ing unable to fine us, paid us off in quarters, dimes and nickels. . . . That time the straight-jacket artist's wife was unable to make the show and I tied the fake knot — knot meaning any harm. They had to ring the curtain down, as he couldn't get out of the jacket. ... X Marx the spots — Vaudeville. . . . I'll Say She Is. . . . The Cocoanuts on the Stage. . . .The Cocoanuts in the Talkies. . . .Animal Crac\ers. Urban Phenomena Wife, Mother and So Forth SPOTLIGHT on the Beautiful young Wife of a Seasoned but Suscepti ble Millionaire! Plucked from the ranks of a Musical Comedy Hit to play an Unlimited Engagement as a Lei' surely Mother and Hostess, She is Starred with a background of Servants and Town Cars and Costumes by Worth. After a siege of Emily Pope, the Encyclopedia Britannica and the Book of the Month Club she proves her versatility by assuming the role of Charming Chatelaine with Dramatic Effect. She is Delightfully Informal. To Meet her is to Know her and to Know her is to be Invited! She Spe' cialises in unpretentious little Dinners for fifty or more at which she radiates Domesticity in a "comfy" atmosphere of Diamonds and Champagne and a few dosen Orchids. She sets a pace for the Seasoned, Susceptible Consort that becomes ever and ever more Strenuous. Worn out with the Simple Life, Croesus begins to lag and finally expires of Exhaustion. She is Widowed but Determined to be Brave! Laugh and the world Laughs with you; Weep and the Audience is Bored. She adapts herself to yet an' other Role with the Agility of the Sea soned Trouper. In the way of an Unselfish Gesture, she deprives herself of her child's companionship and Em barks on a Large Ocean Liner for Europe. Paris claims her! She loses herself in a very large, noisy hotel while she is being Outfitted in Black after Patou. We draw the curtain here. — VIRGINIA SKINKLE. 14 THE CHICAGOAN i7 \ ji k i|, r / ,*•_ /-Ni ^<« 'Z&fawn* Groucho Marx m touching soliloquy on how much better this world would be if the parents ate all the spinach. Chico tickles the keyboard with agile fingers goofy as Groucho s tongue. Har£o halts kleptomaniac activities, snarls through the strings of his harfi and launches into serafthic strains. Zefifio just can't stofi laughing at his crazy big brothers in Animal Crackers. Below, Artist Karson catches the other three interrupting King (Groucho) Louis, in amorous interlude with Madame du Barry, by a shout from the gantry: "Hey, Louis, where 's the mustard?" Yes, the boys are cuckoo again. THE CHICAGOAN 15 And This Is Russia A SERIES By E. S. Ke 'dy IF Moscow lacks the enthusiasm to amuse itself by night, it must not be imagined that during the day the same drab spectacle is pre sented, for here Young Moscow takes a hand. Due to the activities of the "Comsomol," a Communist Youth As sociation, organizers of the "Young Pioneers," an institution significantly enough founded on April 1st, 1921, as a rival to the Boy Scouts, the days are not passed in inactivity. The ramifications of the Comsomol extend throughout the R.S.F.S.R., and in promotion the sons of workers are given precedence. Sunday, being in its essential a fete day, and carrying no religious significance, the Comsomol holds forth in full blast. The steamers that ply on the Moskva form a useful mode of transit, and on Sundays the Pioneers, in khaki shirts and red neck erchiefs, are wont to start on a field day. Proceeding down river, Pioneers of both sexes gather by the rails and burst forth into song, songs usually with an obligato of defiance heard through the characteristic plaintive melodies. Sometimes the procedure is varied by playful attempts to expec torate on passing smaller craft, or grouping with rapt attention around the leader expounding some doctrine. THE ages of the Pioneers on these outings vary from about twelve to eighteen, and on reaching the camp the Pioneers really begin to enjoy the outing. Machine guns are brought into view, assembled, and practice be gins — as the older members with field artillery begin the elevation of sights preparatory to action. Rifle practice and laying mine wires add to the gaiety of the festivities. If, at dusk, couples are seen furtively exploring the under brush, then the matter is overlooked, as the strict discipline of Communism does not extend to personal matters. With the Young Pioneers so amused, the people of Moscow pass the day in shopping, calls and the inevitable gos sip, much the same as other urban people the world over, and the sunlight on white stone, and the many colored turrets of the city removes any feeling of depression engendered by a view of its so-called night life. The semi- Oriental character of the city lends color but no exuber ance, as the people portray a fatalism in keeping with the philosophy of the East. There are two opi ates in Russia — Vodka and Religion. different footing, however, as one is recognized by the State. To heighten the effect of contrast, in a city of con trasts, is the decision to retain the icon of the Iberian Virgin in her chapel shrine, while displaying on an adjacent rampart the inscription "Religion— the opiate of the people." In Moscow it is not incongruous to find mujiks pay ing homage to both. SO highly organized is the Ogpu, an other contraction, not unlike the tendency to make Chicago Civic Opera into Chicivop, that the prevalent no tion of visitors being shadowed by agents of the Tcheka must be shown to be false, as the visitor is free to go whither he pleases in the U.S.S.R., but not to enter or leave at will. NOTE: The first of Mr. Ken nedy's reports detailing results of his Volga Expedition ap peared in the January 4 issue. His writings are to be the basis of an American lecture tour, his first, beginning in mid-February. They are on a A round of a few of Moscow's 450 churches is an excellent study of its museums and warehouses, as religion being in the discard and potatoes being relatively more important, those churches not made into museums are used for storing the vegetable.- Note worthy as a granary, is the Cathedral of St. Basil, which can only be dc scribed as fantastic, designed for Ivan the Terrible, who became so enraptured at the Italian architect's effort that he first embraced him, and then ordered his eyes put out to pre vent the unfortunate man designing another to rival it. The French showed their regard for it in 1812, by using it as a stable for the cavalry. With hours to spare, a ride at the whim of the isvostchi\ reveals the utter disregard of time and the mythical character of the police tariff. The occasional groups of home' less waifs encountered show no hostil ity, although an eagerness to avail themselves of any opportunity for pil fering and theft. The isvostchi\ will gladly, at his own pace, convey sightseers to any factory, "model" or otherwise, and there the reforms of the Soviet Government are best observed. Schools are usually attached, for both young and adult workers, and former palaces adjacent which have been "nationalized" are used as maternity or infant clinics for female workers. The malodorous condition of the houses in the mean streets is not, as is commonly supposed, due to unhygienic THE CHICAGOAN CHANEL'S JERSEY SUIT A smart little suit of soft black jersey has either a pastel pink or blue jersey blouse ... to tuck in or out of a cleverly cut skirt. The jacket is double- breasted and brief, in Chanel's best manner. $65. The black felt hat that tops the outfit has an amusing facing of pink or blue shantung . . . $28. 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The Russians are here in temperament alike to the Irish, physically similar to the English, and in acumen akin to the Jews, possessing, therefore, all the qualities to make a success of the institution known as the banya. For the banya, the peasants ' gather on Saturday evening in the communal bath house of the village, and, should in bygone days a curtain have existed to separate the sexes, only suspended wire remains as a relic of prudishness and Tsardom. Wood and coal existing in large quantities, huge slabs of stones are heated by a fire underneath, and with every aperture in the room closed, the men and women, nude, sit literally on these improvised stoves. The heat stimulates conversation, if not song, and the bathers, by way of variety, go to an adjacent room and pour cold wa ter On their bodies, or, in winter, they rush out into the snow with mirth and song, and are just one big happy family. COMMON to all illiterates, the peasants are extremely supersti' tious, and the Volga, which traverses Tver, is associated with spirits; in anger Volga becomes brown and muddy, and when pleased protects the crops, and the Volga flows to Nijni -Novgorod, home of the medieval fair, peat depot, and Kunavino, a pleasure suburb, widely known. The housing situation being less acute in Nijni-Novgorod, the people, especially during the fair, are light- hearted and take their pleasures simply, the Eastern element being predominant. [NOTE: Mr. Kennedy's next ar ticle will appear in an early issue.] TWE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK DINNER TALKIES— JAPANESE PRINTS — RUNNING WAITERS- LINGUISTIC EXERCISE— OPERA IN ARCHER AVENUE- FURTIVE INTERLUDE— TOPICAL AGENDA To the Hollywood stars brushing up so anxiously on their accents it must be bitter to contemplate the vision of that Chicago magnate who stepped calmly before the microphone and with out benefit of rehearsal, director, or supporting cast (except a pitcher of water) made a remarkably effective two-reeler in just two hours. Time was when the Town was young and doughty old Philip D. Armour used to gather the executives of his infant packing plant for an annual din ner at which he talked to them all in one group. Now, with the branches of that plant scattered all over the earth it is impossible for its present head, F. Edson White, ever to assemble all his executives for one meeting. So Mahomet decided to go to the various mountains. In eleven cities from New York to Fort Worth the Armour ex ecutives gathered one evening recently for the president's annual dinner. At each dinner a vacant chair was re served for Mr. White and he was an nounced as the speaker of the evening. When the first part of the program was concluded the toastmaster an nounced the speaker, the motion pic ture machine whirred, and there he was. For twenty-five minutes Mr. White, himself seated at the main din ner in the Palmer House, talked via Fox Movietone to more than twenty- five hundred people all over the coun try and sounded so natural that at the local dinner many guests turned fre quently to his chair to see if he wasn't speaking personally after all. To the Palmer House Mr. White's premiere attracted three guests repre senting perhaps three or four billion dollars of the nation's wealth, General Samuel McRoberts, Chairman of the Board of Chatham-Phoenix National Bank; Albert Wiggin, Chairman of the Board of the second largest bank in the country, the Chase National; and Arthur Reynolds, President of the Continental- Illinois; as well as Arthur Meeker and the present generation of Armours — Philip D., Lester, Laurance, and A. Watson. The son of the man ager of the English Armour branch journeyed to Chicago to attend the dinner, and the roll of film is now on its way to entertain the executive din ners in London and in the South American plants. The Fox people say that Mr. White's picture is one of the best of this type they have made. He exhibited a very professional calm, delivered his talk naturally and entertainingly, paused with nonchalance to pour himself wa ter and register the usual refreshing gurgle, and did it all in one sitting in a little less than two hours. And it might have taken even a shorter period if the heat of the Kleig lights had not been so intense that he was forced to take time out now and then to mop his fevered brow. COLLECTOR On quiet Linden street in Win- netka a one-story building in the rear of an attractive Colonial house seems simple as any garage but is in fact a magnet that draws connoisseurs from all over the world. The studio- library of Frederick Gookin, who is at once a retired bank officer, author, art critic and world-authority on the color prints of old Japan, is the depository of a famous collection of rare Japanese prints and a library of Oriental litera ture. Although the collection is not the largest in the country it ranks as perhaps the finest, being especially rich in works by eighteenth-century mas ters. While Japanese prints were still a rarity in the United States and Mr. Gookin was still a bank teller he be gan to study Japanese prints. As he rose in the banking world he started his notable collection. It was also un der his guidance that Clarence Buck ingham made the Buckingham collec tion (now in the Art Institute) of which Mr. Gookin is curator. He is a retiring, modest gentleman, living very quietly, and spends most of his time studying, mounting and catalogu ing prints. Yet he is revered in artistic circles in Eu rope and Japan as well as in this country. When he visited Japan a few years ago his arrival was widely cele brated by Japanese officials and artists, and he is consulted by art- museum directors and collectors in America, Europe and Japan whenever a question arises as to the authenticity or value of prints. Many consign ments of prints are shipped to his Win- netka studio to be passed upon and to be mounted and catalogued. When the collection of Alexander Mosle of Germany was added to the Bucking ham Collection at the Art Institute in 1928, while the collection was still in Leipzig, Mr. Gookin compiled the cata logue of 354 prints, including names of artists and characters, dates and de scriptions, simply with the aid of photographs from overseas. The depth and richness of the information at his command is amazing. Without the aid of notes he interprets hundreds of prints, tells the story of many of those which portray Japanese plays and play ers of a century and a half ago, names the actors and their roles, gives the stories of the plays, a walking encyclo pedia on the subject. The author of several books, Mr Gookin is now pre paring a volume on the life and works of one of the most eminent designers of Japanese prints. Unassuming and shy, everything he says or writes about prints carries the stamp of authority, and the world has found him out. HE WHO WAITS A SLENDER BLONDE YOUTH WITH AN engaging smile and courtly air has been conducting diners to their tables for several years at the north side L'Aiglon. Frank is a headwaiter par excellence, but the stint from six to two leaves him yearning for more worlds to 18 TUE CHICAGOAN his way back from Evanston Frank pedalled triumphantly past the panting challenger still going north at 5400 or so. We wait expectantly for the next reel. TWENTY WACKER DRIVE IT SEEMS THAT ALMOST ANY STRANGER in Town is, willy-nilly, taken for a tour of the parks, boulevards, lake- front and important buildings. Channa Orloff, the noted Russian sculptress, was thus pridefully whirled about the city recently. She listened to eulogies AT THE BLACKSTONE DINNER DANCl "Will you have scrambled eggs . . . or scramble eggs and sausage f" AFTER THE HARVARD GLEE CLUB CONCERT there was this depressing spectacle still to be borne with. conquer. In the basement of the res taurant he has fitted himself a complete photographer's studio where he de velops the products of his camera that are attracting wide attention. One, with beautiful light effects in the best modern manner, pictures a snorting locomotive entering LaSalle Street Sta tion and won first prise in a recent Eastman contest. Frank runs as well as waits. A champion sprinter from Germany was challenged and ignominiously beaten in a mile sprint through Lincoln Park in the gray hours of early dawn. Shortly before that a Frenchman, boast ing the bicycle race title of France, irked Frank's pride. Again at four in the morning the two started north on Lake Shore Drive, from the Drake to Evans- ton and back, with several au tomobiles filled with cheering spectators follow ing the race. On AT THE PALMER HOUSE BALL . . . An especial ly noteworthy feature was the indispensable host's losing battle with a smile. los%ng battle witn a smite. From Philip Nesbitt's Sketch Book Reminiscences of the Season NOTE: Mr. Nesbitt— completely, and very limitedly, Philip Nesbitt of Bos ton — brought his impeccable talent to Chicago by way of Central America, Paris, the South Seas, West Indies and London in 1927 and assumed with wholly Bostonian indifference the portfolio of Satirist to the Town. His deft perception of the essential qual ity in urban existence, derived from an extraordinary perspective on Life in the singular, will continue to light these pages during an impending Samoan sojourn dedicated to a deca logue of absurdity (which isn't even the working title) begun in collabora tion with Isabel Greenlee this season. TWECMICAGOAN 19 and waited politely for descriptions and explanations of each spot they passed. But no one had to explain the Civic Opera House. As the car whirled up Wacker Drive to the new temple of music, before anyone could describe it in proper French, Miss Or- loff raised her hands in a knowing ges ture and cried: "Ah, c'est la Bourse!" Her host let it go at that. STRANGE INTERLUDE The long-lived Theatre Guild pro- duction, Strange Interlude, is being attended without a twinge of consci ence by our most irreproachable citi zens. But the denunciations of certain moral improvement leagues and the Watch and Ward Society of Boston, have apparently touched some suscepti ble folk. One of the most timid of these individuals sent an order to the Blackstone recently for two orchestra seats, specified that they be in the very last row and in a far corner, and that they be sent to her home in an envelope positively without a return address on it. Well, well, we can think of worse — - and more amusing — sins. YOU TELL US A CERTAIN WAG ABOUT TOWN IS PLAC- ing bets — and winning them — on a little language problem. He gives us fifteen minutes to guess the third word in the English language that ends in "dous." The first two are "tremen dous" and "stupendous." OPERA ORIENTALE A BLOCK OR SO AWAY THE CLANG OF cymbals comes faintly to the ears of those bent on a visit to the little thea tre which houses the Chinese Opera on Archer Avenue, the fringe of local Chinatown. Inside, the full force of the weird sound breaks upon one from the balcony at the left of the stage, where the orchestra holds forth on in struments that have made music for China the last thirty centuries. From a reed whistle, from a bamboo fife and brass cymbals as old as man, from the moon-shaped guitar and the two- ment. The white man stares about him, his eyes wandering from the stage for the moment, seeing little but a barn-like nickel-show transformed into an opera house, blazing with electricity, every scratched and green -painted seat filled. A rumble of laughter rolling over the hall as the comedienne hurls an aside to her appreciative followers attracts him to the stage once more, to the sober figure out of medieval mis sionary reports, all gold tassels and pagoda headdresses, satin and embroid ery in every color of the spectrum. The prima donna, Miss Lorn Bow- hing, one of the highest paid of the Chinese actresses in America, has a wardrobe of twenty-five trunks, the FOR LESS THAN NO GOOD REASON at all, something of this sort seems to become a duty at about 2:30 after any sort of evening. ANTICIPATION— yes, the dear old bromide — is to continue, next year as last and how many others, the greater part of social activity. stringed Mongolian violin creep the wails and rejoicings of the Orient, staid, constrained, minor. Brilliantly dressed puppets out of Marco Polo or Genghis Khan move across the stage like priests upon an altar, ritual perfect, each ges ture carefully studied and mechanically exact. The theatre is filled with Chinese men, and a mild sprinkling of white curiosity seekers, tourists to China town who are accompanied usually by women. Chinese patrons leave their wives at home when they seek enjoy- rest of the troupe with wardrobes in proportion, gowns and accessories cre ated by Chinese artists for specific operas. Every foreign patron receives a mimeographed sheet giving a brief sketch of the history of Chinese opera. We learn that the Archer Avenue company consists of thirty-five members who can present at a moment's notice any one of the five hundred plays in their repertoire. To quote directly from the sheet: "Like American and other shows we 20 THE CHICAGOAN also have stage properties which are in harmony with the play that is pre sented. The various articles which you see on the stage are exactly the same as those used by ancients, chairs, tables, belts, decorations, and implements of war among other things." On the Chinese stage there are no curtains. The property man is one of its interesting features. He is present on the stage during the entire perform ance, changing the scenery as the story progresses. Of the five hundred operas in the troupe's repertoire the most popular this season is "She Brought Her Husband Some Clothes on a Cold Night." To quote from the synopsis of it supplied by the company: "One of the most spectacular of all operas, it concerns with a famous Chinese legend. Hon Hseng-tse, according to the legend, was a parentless infant brought up by his uncle, who gave up his wife and his books to enter a mon astery, hoping to become a fairy." The opera proper concerns itself with the attempt of his wife to tempt him back into the world. The last act of the opera, somewhere near midnight, shows how Hon Hseng-tse does become a fairy. The managers of the Opera Com pany are justly proud of their produc tions, friendly and glad to receive white visitors every evening from seven to one. CIVILIZED CINEMA IF ONE WERE FANCIFUL SHE COULD find in the new Cinema Art Theater a giant arrangement of the modernistic utility box where a square for hand kerchiefs, a rectangle for gloves and a layer of squares above these for knick- knacks are all enclosed in one big box, neatly covered and ready to be tucked away in a drawer. An architectural box, the Cinema Art Guild is neatly tucked away in Towertown as new and smart as its neighbor, the Water Tower, is hoary. The inside arrangement is box-like, too, with the same ingenious fitting to gether of squares and rectangles, fol lowing as intricate a plan as the utility box. Two sections, many layers: the Faint heart- — • rear section, two layers high, being the Theater, the front section, the Art. The theater is readily disposed of when one mentions soft frieze-upholstered seats, some two hundred and fifty of them, softer rugs, unobtrusive music, wall-lights half -concealed behind sheets of opalesque glass, almost inaudible whispers, and a silent screen. More elaborate is the Art section. We have first, the below-the-street- level; second, street-level; and third, one flight up. These have one com mon characteristic, an insistent, mod ernism. On the walls are displayed the oils and charcoals of William Schwartz. On the tables, in corners, everywhere, the familiar sculpture of Olga and Edouard Chassaing, including the Madonna and Child, and the Shepherd Boy. The below-street-level lounge is the scene of intermission coffee and ciga rettes and judging from the crowds around the service table we assume the coffee must be good. The cigarettes are the satisfactory Chesterfields. The street-level lounge or lobby is used by guests waiting for vacant seats. But here they wait not on hoof, herded to gether between ropes and brass posts, but on soft couches where their eyes fall upon beaut^ ^whichever way they turn, the placid f&auty of planes and lines keyed to a modern tempo. The above-the-street lourlge is the reading room where patrons arelpvited to idle a minute to inspect the theater's cur' rent magazine librafy. The pictures are silent, to be ini' ported for the most part. Siegfreid is the current attraction, its successor to be chosen by popular vote from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (German), Cyrano de Bergerac (French), Peter Ibbetson (American), The Constant Jiymph (English), and The Village of Sin (Russian). THE CHICAGOAN 21 TOURS The tour is the thing, not a run down to the Bermudas, nor a house party motor trip through the chateau country, Palestine at Easter tide, or Japan when the cherry trees are in blossom, but the local variation of See America First themes, \now'your' own-home-town trips through Chicago's industrial plants, parks, foreign settle' ments, and what not. Women's Clubs, often goeth — the Lions and Lambs and Elks, the Business Men's Clubs, the universities, high schools and grammar schools, the Y. W. C. A., the Y. M. C. A., native children and visitors, everyone has gleefully taken them up, swallowing them whole or piecemeal, according to the individual appetite. Seeing the city from her towers makes an excellent beginning, ground ing one, so to speak. The nest on Up per Michigan Avenue offers small com petition for a quarter. The Wrigley takes the lead, providing substantial samples of chewing gum. With a dated souvenir card of its tower, remnant of the admission ticket, the Tribune comes in a poor second. The Medinah limps in third, with no inducement in the line of a gratis frame or two of bowling to attract customers, appealing only to those aesthetic souls who yearn for domes. The towers are no part of the tours proper. We recommend them by way of introduction to the diagonals and squares and patches of park mak ing a mosaic design of Chicago. This they accomplish. After such a preliminary survey from the towers, Chicago offers an in finite variety of scenes through the me dium of \nowyour'tity tours, public and private. The agencies serving the public are the Y. M. C. A., the Y. W. C. A. Educational Bureaus, and the Chicago Reconciliation Trips located at 1 421 Chicago Temple. The Y. M. and Y. W. C. A. for the most part cater to the timorous stran gers in Chicago, guiding them through the industrial and social sections of the city with the fit chaperonage of a Y host or hostess. And exciting it must be! Their trips are short, usually eve ning dinners and cultural and indus trial tours designed for the working men and women. The most popular of these are the glimpses into restaurants and night clubs of the elite of Chicago, St. Hubert's Grill, Cafe Old Stamboul, or Julien's; breathless visits to an etch er's studio, the Civic Opera Ware house, an antique shop, or Nahigian's, awe-inspiring examinations of the Stevens Hotel kitchens, the Drake, and the Edgewater Beach. More earthy persons will join a group bound for the Yards and end his afternoon nibbling a cracker and sliver of canned corned- beef at Libby's. Or he will visit Ward's Bakery and carry home a loaf of Butter nut Bread, or explore the Daily K[ews plant and receive a souvenir monotype of the new building. Adventure may be had at the new County Jail where the guide obliges visitors by strapping them in the electric chair for a minute. URBAN ADVENTURE Being seized with a curiosity about the technique of acquiring a matri monial partner, and being advised by a local newspaper that such informa tion was forthcoming at a symposium conducted by a Bohemian showplace in Towertown for that purpose, one young lady hied herself there and ex pectantly paid her dollar admission fee. She came home bitterly disappointed. She had gone in the hope of learning the whys and wherefores of a cam paign leading to the capture of a sub stantial bond salesman who could give her a Dutch Colonial cottage in Oak Park, with a Packard reposing in the Dutch Colonial garage in the back yard, with a Hulda in the kitchen broiling beef in a green enamelled gas range, with a Duo-Art baby grand piano in the living room, and some an tique trappings, a Governor Winthrop desk and a Betsy Ross spinning wheel, scattered here and there. In short, an adequate return for her dollar invest ment. But the lecturers discussed free love and Russian marriage, budding poets grateful for sustenance, this freedom of women in an age of equality. The young lady had been reared in an at mosphere in which women were in finitely superior to men, morally, if not mentally, and she had paid one dollar to hear they were equals. What price information? before a fall. 22 THE CHICAGOAN CHICAGOANS "THERE IS NO MYSTERY IN MASTERY" A. D. Lasher THERE were six of us. It was the night before Christmas. Well ... it was the afternoon before. And dark with snow that slanted before icy wind. A hell of a time to be leaving Chicago; but a $2,000,000 advertising account beckoned. The train stumbled eastward into get-nowhere, as trains seem to do in a snowstorm. "What are our plans?" he asked. "Eh, eh?" He was the expedition's leader, a mighty man was he. He was ruddy- faced and I remember he wore a blue collar. The collar contrasted his close-shaved ruddiness. He had black eyebrows, a nervous, eager manner. "What plan'll we offer them?" he de' manded. He had just returned from New York to lead this quest. There was a brooding intensity about him as he sat facing us. An impatience with trains that floundered in snowstorms. One by one we answered, each in our way. (That is, except me. I didn't say anything. He did not en' gage me in business matters, either. But on the way back this man and I discussed Harry Kemp's Tramping on Life. We had a nice talk about books.) Well, first the copy chief, riding back' ward in the stateroom, his thin elbow in the snow dust on the window sill, explained the copy campaign on which he had worked for weeks. He was a writer who never pulled his punches. His copy plan was potent and good. By Norman Klein I liked it a lot. In fact, one feature of it had been my idea. But the man'with'the'blue'collar said no. The plan wasn't big enough, novel enough, for such a big prospect. Oh, no. He discarded the copy chief's scheme with vigorous cheerfulness. . . . "Well, what do you say?" he turned on the vice president in charge of sales. THE v. p. i. c. s. thereupon lifted the curtain on his own quota' drama. It was good sure'fire stuff. Full of box office. But no! The big boss didn't like it. The art director was called upon. He spoke jerkily of the layouts, the comprehensives, the utterly luscious ads which even then I hugged in a weighty package at my knee. (Oh, yes; I remember now. That's why I was along.) ¦ — But again, no, no, no. Somebody else ventured a suggestion. Out! I felt crestfallen. The train neared our objective. In the bad light everybody seemed haggard — except him. The train wheels hustled over a siding, then another. Two min' utes to go — oh, my God — no plans, no ideas big enough. . . Then Blue Collar was speaking. Ex uberantly, confi dently, excitedly. Maybe Caesar spoke thus on the eve of battle, in his tent, to his generals ... the brakes sighed; the train hunched for the stop. What magic was he saying? Just this — "I'm going to tell them the story of my life!" He looked at us, head up, eyes searching each man's thoughts. "Tell them my story! Eh? Eh?" But we didn't answer. Perhaps each of us was kicking himself because we hadn't thought of that one. We marched behind him out of the train, through the storm, across the tracks, into the great factory, up to the President's office. And outside the door we waited. Minutes passed, an hour, two hours. Then he came out, NOTE: Mr. Klein, whose sig nature above feature stories has been missed during recent years by readers of The Chicago Tribune and The Chicago Daily News, got his early training, pointedly reflected in the pres ent article, under Mr. Lasker. After two years on the British front for the News, Mr. Klein became star reporter for the New York Evening Post, a posi tion lately vacated to join Ben ton and Bowles, New York ad vertising agency. alone as he had gone in. Buoyantly, as he'd gone in. Tremendously cock sure, as he'd gone in. Our eyes asked one question. ... It wasn't necessary. That grin! That triumphant stride! Caesar victorious. "A. D." had told his story. The story of his life. Two million dollars for the story of his life. But, oh, you schoolgirl complexions, you quick breakfast eaters, you smilers with pearly teeth, you quaffers of sunkist vitamins — what a story. If I knew enough of his story to tell it to you now as Albert Davis Lasker told it that Christmas eve — or could have told it — I would place its worth at $2,000,000, possibly more. NOT a story, really, but the Lasker saga. For years I've heard men try to piece together the fragments. ... Of the millions this Chicagoan makes, of the millions he makes for others, of the scores of men who found his employ ment a springboard to fame in the pub lishing and advertising worlds, of the advertising agency of Lord &? Thomas and Logan that has been his life, of his business strategies, his contempt for handshakers and business's "poor rela tions." But it's the man that always fascinates me, as he has many others. He has a bing-bing- bing personality and a conversational virtuos ity that none in his presence can resist. He is a gilded spellbinder. Like Al Smith, he electrifies and captures any room of people, no matter how hostile they were before he walked in; but unlike the other Al this earnest Repub lican is temperamentally unable to see, and therefore unable to wag tails with, humanity's amiably gregarious mutts. Moreover he has a dynamic pace. He set the stride back in his twenties, when he was making his first million. None of his men ever could keep up with that pace. Today, nearing a half century of utterly amazing activity, he THE CHICAGOAN 23 is young; yes, boisterous with youth, and so annoyed by his contemporaries' moaning over backaches and break downs that he gives $1,000,000 to the University of Chicago for a unit at tack on the diseases of men and women of middle age. He doesn't explain himself; he is mis understood so often. Take his private barbershop in his offices in the Palm- olive building. It got into the papers when "A. D.'s" firm moved from the Wrigley building. It sounded like the ostentation of a self-made man. It seemed criminally undemocratic. Really, it saves his time, saves him irritation. We eavesdrop. "A. D." holds the barber-chair throne in the little shop installed near his private office. " — shave it closer, George! Why do I have to tell you, George?" "I've shaved as close as I can," says the keeper of the royal whiskers, George Andrews, who owns three Loop shops but comes over every morning to do "A. D." "Well, shave it some more, George!" ". . . More? All right, but—" And Mr. Andrews shaves the Lasker visage until there's a new-baby layer of skin visible. That's the way he wants it. That's the way he gets it. And Mr. Andrews, he gets a dol lar tip every morning. ALBERT LASKER was not a poor i\ boy, although I've heard the unimaginative trying thus to fit this self- made Chicagoan intact into the Amer ican tradition. He was born of Amer ican parents in Freiberg, Germany, May 1, 1880. His father fought as an officer in the Confederate army in the Civil War. Morris and Nettie Davis Lasker brought young Albert to Texas, to Galveston. Thirty-four years ago "A. D." graduated from high school. He told his father of his burning ambition. He wanted, he said, to be a newspaperman. In his early teens he had put out some sort of a sheet (a yellowed front-page hangs framed in his office). Lasker, Sr., was a scholarly man, a gentleman of impor tance down in Texas. He didn't fancy his son as a word slinger in some raths' keller of a local room. In the hope of curing the fever (the germs of which still are virulent in "A. D.'s" blood) the father suggested a taste of printer's ink through the advertising cornucopia. "After that," he said, "if you like A LADY anJ her BEAUTY are soon parted TT doesn t take long lor delicate skin to develop -*- large, conspicuous pores. Ana enlarged pores make the loveliest complexion look coarse, old. JDut now it s easy to avoid enlargedpores. 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DOROTHY GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE NORTH, CHICAGO Telephone VHItehall 5421 NEW YORK LOS ANGELES SAN FRANCISCO WASHINGTON ATLANTIC CITY 24 THE CHICAGOAN new THE dining room of a smart hotel . . dance rhythms to attract silver slippered feet . . . golden spotlights playing on talented enter tainers . . . beautiful women . . . stunning gowns . . . jewels . . . and everywhere White Rock or White Rock Pale Dry . . . the familiar brown and green bottles of sparkling refreshment . . . their circle of friends as broad as the land . . . the twin standard of smart America. Bottled at the Springs, Waukesha, Wis. fthiteHock THE LEADING MINERAL WATER PALE DRY GINGER ALE the publishing business you can go into it with intelligent understanding." It was agreed. The son took a train for Chicago. He had a letter in his pocket. His father had written to his friend, Mr. Lord. Mr. Lord was in the advertising business with a man named Thomas. Advertising in those days wasn't so hot. The boys favored the scroll-saw school of art. It was the heydey of slogans. The ads looked as if the late Thomas Cusack had set them for his billboards and changed his mind. If you want to get a laugh, dig up some of those magazines back in the pre- vortex days. And the advertising agencies were merely clearing houses through which clients routed ads to the newspapers and magazines. THIS didn't suit young Mr. Lasker. He went out and whooped up business. There wasn't any of this modern-day technic, which means you first learn more about the prospect's business than he does and then in your best Court of St. James manner pre sent him with a 500-page, deckle-edge, chart-laden advertising plan that's so packed with consumer IT that it makes even you a trifle pop-eyed. Well, the first client "A. D." landed was Bissel. Carpet sweepers were quite the vogue thirty-three years ago. (You'd be surprised how they sell to day, brethren.) It was his first account and Bissell still is with Lord & Thomas and Logan. Ironic, this glib "quick turnover" phrase that advertising men use; for 'it's the fate of many of them to see their clients practice what they preach. This has not been "A. D.'s" fate. His clients have remained his great and good friends year after year. You, reader, may never have come in contact with "A. D." or his agency, but beyond a doubt no day ever passes that you do not buy or wear or use or consume at least one of the products his agency has made famous. HOW fast he has traveled! He went into the advertising busi' ness at 18. At 25 he was one of the conspicuous youngsters in his field. At 26 it was rumored he was making $50,' 000 a year. Before he was thirty he owned Lord &? Thomas. (I try not to appear to be glorifying this remarkable Chicagoan, but what shall I do?) None in the business will deny that, more than any other, A. D. Lasker has TH9CWCAG0AN helped lift advertising from the out rageous patent-medicine ballyhoo of old to its present billion-dollar star sales manship without which our commerce and industry would overnight begin to look like the combined bankroll of the Board of Education and the City of Chicago. Too, most of the accepted practices in today's advertising originated in that breathless agency of his. (It always seemed hectic to me, during the two years I was there; but I suppose that was because none of us ever were able to keep up with Lasker.) For instance, "reason- why" copy. Until Lord 6? Thomas started to give the advertisment reader reasons why he, selfishly, for the sake of personal beauty, charm, health, social emoluments, ease, should buy a. certain article, it was the custom merely to shout the product's name in box-car type — or else be quaintly hum orous in the manner of a schoolboys' magazine. I remember the first piece of adver tising copy I wrote at Lord 6s? Thomas's. It was quite cute. And very peppy. I remember, too, what a public dress ing down I got from the general man ager. No matter how mercuric the Lasker wit at the luncheon table, or how devilish the humor he provided one day, to the chagrin of a certain solemn-minded publisher's representa tive, the ads that come out of the Lasker house must be positively basso profundo in seriousness. SELLING goods is a very serious matter, he says. Business can only thrive on confidence. Ask a man to part with some of his sweated money and he grows very serious, and so must you be. When one ad in a single magazine may cost $18,000, and a year's campaign several millions, clev erness is folly. Advertising is too costly to be entertainment, he says. Advertising should not attempt to com pete with the reading matter. Adver tising, he says, should try to do only one thing — sell goods. And of course he is right. He spends twenty millions a year of his clients' good money; so they must think he's right, too. 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No one can estimate his share in the growth of Quaker Oats, Holeproof hosiery, Sunkist oranges, Lucky Strikes, Brunswick, many makes of automobiles, many other products. LaSalle Street and Wall Street, I suppose, would call "A. D." a big- business man. But his heart always has stayed in the writing end. For he is a creative man. He has always em phasized his star copywriters. He has always sought frantically for the "great copy idea" and let the frills, like the lace pants on lamb chops, come later. He coined the phrase, now thread bare: "There is no mystery in mastery!" Is there none? No mystery? Well, let us study our subject a bit closer (Note: Mr. Klein's second article on Mr. Lasker will appear in the next issue of The Chicagoan.] Overtones THEY are going to revise upward, for tax purposes, the valuation of property in the Loop. Even this doesn't make us glad that we don't own a corner at State and Madison. ? Enforcers of the bone dry law must themselves be bone dry, declares Attor ney General Mitchell. He appears con cerned about what may happen to all the confiscated liquor. ? More than half of the 80,000 crimi nal cases tried in the Federal courcs last year were Prohibition cases. In considering the repeal of the Volstead act, we should bear in mind the pos' sible suffering it would cause by throw ing Federal judges out of work. THE CHICAGOAN A Roumanian peasant died at the age of 150 years, leaving 100 living descendants. Something accomplished, something done. . . . ? Traffic congestion in metropolitan areas threatens the prosperity of the automotive industry, says a prominent manufacturer. It might help to take up the sidewalks and abolish pedes trians. ? Wives of the American delegates to the naval reduction meeting were much impressed by the "fish furniture" at the admiralty, where they were enter tained. It sounds pretty scaly to us. ? Kate Meyrick, London's night club queen, is at liberty again after a year in jail. They gave the little girl a hand-cuff. ? A council committee has voted to spend $30,000 on plans and specifica tions for the State street subway. City employees, presumably, are to be paid this year in blue-prints. The barbers have adopted a code of ethics which is intended to dignify their trade. Under this code, no ethi cal barber will force you to submit to a singe if you shoot him before he can strike a match. ? A lamp has been invented which throws off a light that is a very close imitation of sun light. Chicagoans are advised to smoke cigarettes furiously while exposed to the rays of the lamp, to simulate outdoor conditions. A headless ghost was seen at the Pullman Car plant at Michigan City. The poor fellow probably tried to sit up in a lower berth. To be well-dressed, a man must have eight overcoats, says a style authority. One to wear, and seven to owe for. A grand jury is investigating to de termine whether New York City's magistrates are honest. We suggest that the jury follow the usual court procedure and consider the magistrates guilty until proved innocent. — JOHN C. EMERY. Overlooks the Yacht Harbor Six to twelve Rooms .¦¦¦.. 3240 Sheridan Road There is much that may be said for this out standing co-operative building; much for its location, ts appointments, its financial struc ture or its tenantry. Since we prefer that that present tenant- owners express their opinion from their own experience of living there, we have prepared a portfolio which contains a group of letters received from these tenant-owners. We shall be glad to have you write or call us for a copy. I founded iaas1 'INCORPORATED C O - O PE R ATIVE HOMES DIVISION 7 1 646 N. MICHIGAN AVE. CHICAGO, ILLINOIS Representative at the Building 28 THE CHICAGOAN La Guinan yy A NATIONAL WEAKNESS By Lucia Lewis OOMPAH — oompah — oomp! The smooth rhythm of the orchestral jazz is broken by the shriek of a police whistle. Fire gongs clang in the startled air. The crowd pauses, suddenly hushed, as a woman makes her way through the tables, and then as sud denly beats itself into frenzy with a hundred wooden clappers. Texas is on — to the noise that has greeted her so many thousand nights that not even she can count them. To the skeptic and timid newcomer the din seems curiously childlike, the spurious gaiety of paunchy sugar papas and their sweeties. But give him half an hour of the fury, the wise-cracks, the. large good-natured grin of la Guinan and, infinitely to his surprise, he will find himself on his feet, leaning against the table edge or standing on a chair, a clapper in each hand. And when Tex urges: "Come on, give this little girl a hand," he gives it, con abandon. So Texas Guinan fastens another scalp to her belt. She has been annex ing scalps for a long time now. Such amazing scalps are they, and so firmly are they annexed that Texas becomes more than the hostess of an ephemeral night club. She looms on the national scene, the perfect exemplar of the rather lovable rowdyism, the boisterous fun' making, the broad humor and practical joking that seem typi cally American, virile, with the tang of the pio- neer days. Though this be blasphemy, w e feel somehow that Abe Lincoln would have en joyed swapping jokes with Texas. Laugh if you will, but I offer with a patriotic flourish : Texas Guinan — Ameri can! HER power' ful voice shouts witticisms impudently at all who come. But ter and egg men, Colonel L i n d - bergh, the Prince of Wales, Queen Marie, minions of the law — the more awesome the personage the less awed is Texas. Unchastened by her experiences in eastern courts she tosses quips at a local judge, spotted at one of the Green Mill tables. "Let's give Judge a hand. Glad to see you. It always makes me feel better to have a good judge in the house." She invites him insistently to a chair at her side and, as he self-consciously settles into it, turns on a battery hid den under the seat. The law leaps into the air in perfect Mack Sennett fashion. To a native eye slightly over- nourished on imported subtleties and overwhelmed by dictatorial traffic po lice the sight of this pompous gentle man in the air is worth the cover charge. But Texas' big achievement is the fact that the pompous gentlemen like it and come back for more. Many of her "butter and egg" men , her "suckers" have followed her around year after year as she moved nimbly about in New York, opening a new club a few hours after the law closed her old one. Since she came west — because "whenever they get a new law in New York they try it out on me" — her admirers (who have always been nationally distributed anyway) flock to her at the Green Mill. HERE she has a happier home than she had at the Majestic. The legitimate stage and early theatre hour are a shade too formal for Texas. As the village philosopher needs his shirt sleeves and cracker barrel, Texas needs the intimate range of her night club and the early morning hours when reticences and dignity have been hooted THE CHICAGOAN 29 away. Yet, oddly, with these early hours and undignified goings-on Texas manages to keep her shows surprisingly decent. True, she has processions of girls in the traditional string of beads, and a hula dancer who outshakes little Egypt, but her girls are marshalled on and off in breathless gait and glaring light, to the tune of merciless wise cracks that center the attention on Texas and not on the curves of the per former. "This little girl would make some man a good wife. She hasn't a bad thought in her head. And nothing else either." "If you have anything as good as this at home, pay no attention. But if you haven't, come on — give the lit tle girl a great big hand." By the time the great big hand is given, with gusto, the little girl is off and another one comes racing down the steps. Anyone with amorous tendencies is halted by a stentorian voice that focuses all eyes on the offender : "Here, here. Don't you give my place a bad name. I'll tend to that." THE show, the girls, are good as night club shows go but, with the exception perhaps of Kitty O'Reilly, would be nothing to go north for if Texas did not lead activities. With Texas, the show is a riot. The little O'Reilly is a fetching piece of Ireland which Texas has been displaying joy fully for several years. Minute, au burn-haired and blue-eyed, with a more delightfully "micky" and impu dent face than these eyes have ever en countered, Kitty taps nonchalantly through the acts, stoops to tie a shoe' lace without a trace of nervousness because she is holding up the show, thumbs her nose at the "fresh guys" and hurries away to early mass. (We have it on good authority that she really does, too.) 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Wise folk sneered and laughed when Texas defended herself at a trial with the naive statement, "Why, we all just have a good time like a lot of boys and girls. When the show is over we usually sit around the floor and sing old songs." This time she wasn't so far wrong. A screen is rolled across the floor and words are flashed upon it. Into the night pour the strains of "Sweet Adeline," "In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree," "When You and I Were Young, Maggie," "Auld Lang Syne," and one resounding college song after another. It all seems pretty silly later, in the solemn moments of the day, but for an hour or two the years do roll back and our voices sound as we al ways knew they would if we only had a chance. Which, Miss Guinan, is something of an achievement. Art THE CURRENT SHOWS By J. Z. Jacobson ONE might term the thirty-fourth annual Exhibition by Artists of Chicago and Vicinity the "Prairie" Show. It has the characteristics com mon to prairie country. It is solid. There are few valleys in it, a few hills and no mountains. What I mean is that in the exhibition which opened at the Art Institute January 30 there are hardly any pieces which fall below the general standard of competency, a con siderable number that are first rate, and few if any that are unquestionably and oustandingly brilliant. It might be pointed out that all this has generally characterized the Chicago and Vicinity shows during the past decade. But there have been excep tions. For instance there was the "Runaway" show of 1923, so dubbed because of what seemed then its shriek ing modernism. And following that there was a temporary reaction to en ervated tameness. Last year and the year before the Chicago show had two or three works which seemed daring to some and to others merely freakish. This year there is none of that, though the in fluence of modernism is readily appar ent. For instance Sleep, by Davenport Griffin, which has been awarded the A FTER-THEATRE, Sunday evenings, or whenever a hungry crowd get together ? ? ? waiiles! ? ? ? electrically made! E COMMONWEALTH EDISON Q LECTRIC SHOPJ 72 WEST ADAMS STREET Federal Coupons Given The true flavor of quaint old Germany in genial surroundings and in the dishes that have de lighted knowing Chicagoans for thirty years. &eb g>tar 3tm C. Gallauer, Proprietor 1528 N. Clark Street Delaware 0440-3942 TWCCWICAGOAN Frank C. Logan Medal with $750, could hardly have been what it is had there never been a Cezanne. This is particularly evident in the palpableness of the reclining figures in the fore ground. The painting as a whole is satisfying without being stirring. Here, as in his other work, Tarville Bay, Mr. Griffin, through a combination of rounded forms and twilight coloring, succeeds in suggesting an undertone of spirituality. Another work in which the influence of Cezanne is markedly discernable is Maid of Palas\a, by Thomas Witten, Jr. The maid is drawn and painted with remarkable skill. She stands out with a sculptural distinctness. Still Life, by Gregory Prusheck, is a singular little symphony in blue with a few grayish-brown overtones. The deep, rich blue in which almost the whole of this creation is done might very easily have slipped down to the gaudily vulgar handled by less skilled hands. That it didn't says much for Mr. Prusheck's pronounced feeling for color. Reconciliation Dance, by Todros Geller, though Jewish in subject mat ter, seems somehow Russian in both form and color. It is noteworthy for its luminosity and rhythm. Another significant work by Mr. Geller is Strange Worlds, which, through a com bination of realism and symbolism, por' trays certain marked contrasts in Chi cago life. Tania in Her Garden, by Gregory Orloff, too, has something which is de cidedly of the Russian countryside about it, though it has nothing in com mon with the mechanized Russian post ers at present on display in Kroch's book store, and very little in common with the luxuriously-hued contempo rary Russian paintings which were shown at the Art Institute as part of last year's Carnegie Show. Mr. Or- loff's creation is remarkably delicate and rather too refined. SAM OSTROWSKY's Gray Day, Monmatre Paris, shows the un mistakable influence of Utrillo, though it is more solidly built and less sugges tive than a Utrillo landscape. With out being sophisticated in the Schnitz- ler fashion, it has something of the sweetly sad atmosphere of a SchnitZ' ler play. Cards at Mrne. 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Three years be fore, a prologue to Let Us Be Gay shows her as an idealistic and faithful young wife, sobbing her heart out and dismissing a much worshipped hus band, who has strayed — just a bit. Since, she has been in Paris; he is at a loose-end. And, unknown to each other, the menace to Long Island vir ginity is the ex-husband, whose atten tions his ex-wife is asked to divert. Clothes are changed in bewildering array. Epigrams pop like popcorn. To quote one, "She is living in what we used to call sin." Emotions are smooth ly glossed by suavities. All the paraphernalia of the smart weekend is here, pre sided over by as gorgeous a dowager as ever insulted a guest. All the men suc cumb to Francine. The flapper gets drunk. The ex-husband gets fed up. The action leads from the bridge table, through the swimming pool (off-stage), to a moon bathed balcony, where most of the charac ters congregate in negligees and misunderstandings. The final curtain finds the hus band not only diverted, but reverted; the debutante re stored to her attractive Princeton) boy; the various and well assorted other men sent back to town; and Monday has arrived. It is for the most part well done. Miss Larrimore puts a crisp edge to her humor, easily encompasses the emo tional requirements of the situation, and has lure to spare. A less accom plished star would have given the show to Charlotte Granville, a gusty grand mother, full of years, cigars and the best lines in the play. Barry O'Neil makes the past and future husband too much the actor. He sings his lines in juicy baritone. But Kenneth Hunter is a weekender one might find any Saturday at Onwentsia, or the Saddle. And Rose Alexander is right as the decent young fiance. DESIRE UNDER THE COTTON PLANTS IMPORTANT doings are now visible at the Goodman. Our native drama receives unto itself a very real con' tribution in the production of Paul Green's The Field God. Laid in the backwashes of North Carolina, the theme unfolds with sustained crescendo the struggle of a decent earthly love against the attack of an outworn Fundamentalism. A farmer, hard and clean in the joy of the soil, loves his niece by marriage. Strong elements oppose. To his barren, neurotic wife such a love is an unclean thing, a stench in the nostrils of her God. The wife dies. To a NOTE: Mr. Boyden— in case we've blundered into a reader who doesn't know — is the third gentleman at the Tavern table with Critics Collins and Stevens on the eve of any important opening. Later, he is the gen tleman in the adjacent aisle seat, and still later, as before and during, he is the Boyden of Fisher, Boyden, Kales and Bell. In 1929 he was author of La Salle Street and Charles Collins — Chicagoan for this magazine, and — to conserve space due his initial contribution to the Town's critical literature — he is the gentleman referred to in symbols more eloquent than we on page 17 of your Social Reg ister and page 111 of your Who's Who in Chicago. Mr. Boyden. drink and jealousy crazed farm boy it seems treachery most vile. The boy shoots himself. To the neighbors it is something against which to rally the leers and hysterics of mass fanaticism. The man and the woman are too strong for them. The struggle is always impelling, often breath-tak' ing. The Wed' Yale (or ding March is drunkenly rendered when the farmer and his bride return home in a manner reminiscent of the jazzed use of the same music in the well remembered Burlesque. The Sankey and Moody exhortation by the minister in the final act touches the heights. Love scenes, brief and beautiful, are handled with restraint and quiet depth. We are accustomed to acting of a high order at the Goodman, and we are not let down. Harry Mervis scores heavily as the farmer. Not a person of imposing bulk, he easily con veys the necessary sense of physical TUECMICAGOAN 33 dominance. Roman Bohnen, as in The Ma\ropolous Secret, a portrayer of senility, is rapidly becoming my favor ite character actor. Ray Jones finds himself as the drunken farm boy, and plays with fervor and drive. Bess Kathryn Johnson makes the uncle's love for his niece perfectly understandable. This play should be seen. HOMECOMING A PERSONAL appearance of George M. Cohan in Chicago in a play of his own handiwork is an event. It has not happened in seventeen years. There is no one quite like him. Noel Coward offers a comparison in versatil ity, but there it ends. Perhaps Cohan represents another and better day, when actors were loved by their audi ences as much for themselves as for their product. What a welcome Chi cago gave him! You have heard of "stopping the show." Cohan could not even start the show, not for minutes. At the final curtain a huge harp of American beauty roses came over the footlights from his Chicago pals. His little speech of gratitude was — well, we wept. It was one of those eve nings in the theater. Gambling is a grand show. It fits Cohan's unique style as snugly as any farce or musical comedy he ever wrote. He is a square, thin-lipped gambler, whose adopted daughter is foully mur dered. The news is brought. His stunned grief and rage are a moment of consummate acting. The supposed murderer is acquitted. Cohan plays detective to clear his own name and bring the guilty to bay. Quietly com manding practically every scene, he weaves through some keen twists of plot, gobs of crook local color, includ ing a swell raid on his own gambling joint, thrills and plenty of laughs.. De liberate, effortless, he makes the audi ence believe it is not a bad thing to be a gambler, if at the same time one can be so regular. The supporting cast is right, with a special cheer for Mary Phillips, as tough a baby as ever baited a District Attor ney or kidded a cop's fallen arches. But I cannot imagine Gambling without Cohan. [NOTE: Mr. Boyden's review of the Dramatic League's The Matriarch appears on page 44.] Introducing the moderate rate into modern hotel luxury A PPRECIATION is complete when you f\ learn the extremely moderate rates at the Hotel Lexington. The luxury of its appointments, the perfection of its French cuisine, the convenience of its location leave nothing else to be desired. Maitre Dave Bernie and his Lexington Minute Men Play at both Dinner and Supper. No Couvert at Dinner 801 ROOMS. Each with a private bath (tub and shower), circulating ice water, mirror door. 341 with double beds. 1 person $4, two $5 229 with twin beds. 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MAT. 2:20 WED. and SAT., $1 to $2 Dramatic League of Chicago Makes Known Its Fourth Play, THE Matriarch by G. B. STERN, with Constance COLLIER BEST BALCONY IN TOWN t Fifth Play: February 17 The Dramatic League of Chicago will make known H. F. Maltby's topical comedy "Bear <£to Cnglanb" —a laughing London success of the past year with Gladys HANSON — Edward RIGBY Subscriptions on Sale for This Season and Next: Subscription Phone Harr. 2693 The Cinema SONG AND DANCE By William R. Weaver AH, these young folks. I mean the i boys and girls who went to Hollywood one way or another and crashed its gates by sheer force of youth, personal vitality and a hazy something I prefer to hear called zip. Mine was not the only grey head that wagged sadly over them when speech became the cardinal virtue; Chief and Century are loaded these days with Broadway-bound stage veterans who were rushed West to fill the breech that wasn't there. Nor is mine, I sus- pect, the only slowing heart that beats a little more like it used to when I've seen and heard Jack Oakie or Janet Gaynor make monkies of the musical comedy stuffed shirts. There's a kick in it. Jack's picture, Hit the Dec\, and Janet's, Sunny Side Up, were witnessed in that order on my best cinema eve' ning in months. The two are good enough and contain enough conveyable song and dance to keep one awake, as they did me, long after a reasonably urban bedtime. Jack's picture is from a stage hit, of course, but how far from it is the point. It presents more people doing more things, most of them better, than could be presented on half a dozen stages. It puts new zest in three-year- old song hits — the Hallelujah number is new as tomorrow's cock-crow — and the story, which was Shore Leave be- fore it was Hit the Dec\, bounces along over new gags and fresh bits of business as though written yesterday. A column or more could follow here praising the magical mechanics of this, but it won't. Hit the Dec\ is better on screen than stage and that's that. JANET'S picture, on the other hand, is the first musical comedy written, scored and produced originally for the screen. Sunny Side Up, therefore, is genuine theater news, the sort of news that sober students like David Belasco, Morris Gest and Charles Collins sit down and take apart. In the hour of its exhibition not one but four song hits, any one of them better than good enough to put a musical show across on Broadway, are indelibly traced upon the mob memory. A girl whose sole marketable talent was supposed to be JACK OAKIE is one of those young men without a past, at least a theatri cal one, who are making talkies like Hit the Deck better than their stage originals. ability to look heart-broken becomes something for Marilyn Miller to think about, and an Eskimo ballet gives Earl Carroll miocarditis. I have ceased wagging my head over these young people. They can do, I feel, whatever happens to be the thing needed done at a given time and place before a specified camera and microphone. This is no age of spe cialization, thank God, after all. So I've gone to wagging my head over old men like Al Jolson and it's much pleasanter. SOUTH SEA ROSE I DON'T seem to discover what, if anything, is wrong with South Sea Rose. It's Lenore Ulric's first picture, Charles Bickford is the man in it, and it contains two or three of the best laughs I've ever encountered in a cinema. Yet it opened quietly at the Monroe and stayed but a week. The picture is, in the main, about what its title promises. She's white, the natives love her, she comes into civilization and civilization doesn't, and so it goes. But it doesn't go there by the usual incidental sequences and it does go there under circumstances far more amusing than it's possible to suspect until you've gone along. I advise trailing it to the residential cinemas and going. CONDEMNED NO one can tell me that Ann Hard ing isn't an excellent actress. Nor, since Bulldog Drurhmond, that fWE CHICAGOAN 35 Ronald Colman isn't as good an actor as necessary. But these two excellent players, with the unforgettable Louis Wolheim thrown in, fail to endow with an adult interest the picture made from Condemned to Devil's Island. Probably the subject matter's to blame. Condemned is one of those pictures that shouldn't have been made. Ten years ago Chaplin might have amused himself and the world uproariously with the plot of it. Five years ago the same plot, although it is eminently re spectable in the printed original, would have made an excellent serial for the matinee trade — maybe it did. Today it simply isn't worth the hour, nor these two paragraphs. ALSO RAN APPLAUSE, briefly at the excellent Woods and no doubt a stop-gap, is the sad story of a burlesque mamma whom nobody loves. Helen Morgan is the sad actress of this sad story. It is all very sad, too sad. The Aviator has been made before by two or three silent comedians, Douglas MacLean among them, and now Edward Everett Horton has made it as it should have been done the first time. Horton is brilliantly comic, in this as in such other stuff as he's been given, but the story eliminates any pos sibility of caring. The Painted Angel bares Billie Dove and the fact that she can sing a song in key and tempo or ornament a chorus without falling down. It also proves that Edmund Lowe can act with one arm. Unless seeing Billie is enough, and I agree it's quite a bit, there are no good reasons for sitting to this one TO SEE or Not to See Hit the Deck: If you haven't seen Jack Oakie in this you haven't seen it. [Go.] Sunny Side Up: Four song hits, Janet Gaynor, Charles Farrell and the first original musical-comedy for film. {Do.} South Sea Rose: Lenore Ulric in an extremely humorous entertainment some how overlooked by the big cinemas. [I would.] Condemned: Ann Harding and Ronald Colman in something somewhat too juvenile. [Try something else.] Applause: Helen Morgan as Kitty Darl ing of burlesque. [The Star and Garter is better.] The Aviator: Edward Everett Horton wastes another great performance on a too familiar vehicle. [Wait for his next one.] The Painted Angel : Beautiful Billie Dove in fewer and better clothes and a thin impersonation of Tex Guinan. [Un less beauty's everything, go see Tex.] CONFIDENCE It is a mighty important thing to the coal buyer — confidence in the fuel, confidence in the service, confidence in the company he deals with. Through thirty-five years of service, and the recognized high quality of Consumers Products, we have gained the confidence of Chicago coal users. 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It is the only piano with an under-construction that lifts pedals within the reach of children's feet, mak ing the practice hour far less tedious. Those who know the Lyon & Healy praise it, too, for a remarkably rich and mellow tone and lines which match the finest in modern home furnishings. Priced, in Mahogany, $750 Wabash at Jackson 4047 Milwaukee Ave. 4646 Sheridan Rd. 870 E. 63rd St. In OAK PARK: 123 Marion St. In EVANSTON: 615 Davis St. Musical Notes A CONDUCTOR STEALS THE SHOW By Robert Pollak THE evening of Friday, January 17, was set aside for the rejuvena- tion of Beethoven's Fidelio within the gilded precincts of the Chicago Civic Opera. After the first scene of the second act Conductor Egon Pollak stepped up to the desk and quietly be gan his reading of the Leonore Over' ture No. 3. The sounds of the first few measures had to fight against the usual susurrus of conversation, but the house gradually settled back in rapt at tention. What it heard was Beethoven conducted at its best, full of fire and passion, vibrant with life, pulsating with a fervent beat. I have listened perhaps a hundred times to the portentous off-stage trumpets and the fiery coda of this famous overture, but never have I heard anyone draw out its inherent drama as Pollak did on this particular occasion. The final chords were fol lowed by a demonstration for the con ductor. The magical tenseness lifted and the customers indulged in loud huzsas. The incident would occasion no particular comment had it occurred in Orchestra Hall, where the baton- swinger is often the prima donna of the evening. But the staff conductors of any opera company are resigned to the desultory hand-clappings that fall to their lot. They realize that most of the clients come out to hear a pretty tune sung by a prettier tenor. It must have been a stimulating (and all too unique) experience for the German leader to have been the object of this strenuous ovation. GLORIOUS LEIDER THE Fidelio production proper boasted plenty of merit on its own account. Leider, in the name part, sang with her unusual splendor. Any rare flaw that appears in her delivery is always more than compensated for by the natural beauty and "heart" in her voice. Maison employed himself sweetly in the slight role of Florestan. Kipnis contributed fine resonance and dignity to the part of Rocco the jailer, and Kathleen Kersting, in her debut, revealed a gracious and slender soprano full of great possibilities for the fu ture. Even the mise-en-scene was bet ter than usual; particularly the second scene of the first act, the courtyard of the prison, where slate-blue walls rose to an incredible height with massive impassivity. The auditorium was only about five- eighths full of enthusiasts, since many of the theoretical admirers of German opera were at home doing cross-word pu^les. ANNUAL DEBATE I USUALLY reserve the last two weeks of the season for my annual Garden party. Hence it becomes necessary to chronicle the significant appearances of Our Mary as Jean, the juggler, and Thais, the courtesan. Needless to say, and Amarillo, Texas, to the contrary, she neither withers nor dies upon the vine. Le Jongleur, as an interpretation of sublime naivete, is still much of a piece with the role that Jim Huneker was wont to rave about in the old days. And that voice, re sponsible for one of our favorite local platitudes, is really about the same as it was eight or ten years ago. The truth of the matter is, if you will ex cuse the dogmatism, that this perennial LA ARGENTINA, who crowded the Studebaker again on January 26, sought split-week bookings of Keith vaudeville almost no time ago. She was on the wrong track, and so was vaudeville, as witness both today. THE CHICAGOAN 37 flowering of La Garden is apt to be mildly irritating to those who are re luctant to see human beings develop into operatic legends. And Mary, still divinely convincing to the dyed-in-the- wool opera fan, has mellowed into just such a legend, a walking, gesticulating Character from the pages of the His tory of Opera. Perhaps this very aura of other days blinds us to the diva's faults. People are certainly nothing loath to point them out in no uncer tain terms. But put face to face with them in the actual presence of Louise, or the Juggler or Melisande, I still dis cern nothing but the overwhelming magnificence of this gorgeous person. The wistful Jean, listening to the legend of Boniface the cook, is infinite ly touching. As the mountebank demonstrates his poor tricks before the statue of the Virgin and dies, beatified by her acceptance of his gifts, the same old lump begins to rise in my throat. If the legend of Thais is not equally gripping it is because Massenet, in this instance, is bad enough to intrude upon the picture. But the line of great his- trionism is here too in the career of a woman of power and luxury, from her palace of carnival to abnegation and death. Unfortunately, Anatole France had no such musical counterpart as Wilde had in the Strauss of Salome. The score of Thais remains a disgrace ful framework for one of the most potent tales in all literature. The music for the ballet in the second act is cafe stuff of the sickliest sort. What the Garden of Thais might have been with a fine librettist and a great composer is something to dream about. PIANO ATHLETES MAIER and Pattison, doughty knights of the Steinway, gave what may be one of their last Chicago recitals on January 26 at the Civic Theatre. For this inimitable duo is about to depart from the recital stage at the climax of their dizzy career. The Messrs. Guy and Lee are strong- minded men and they have evidently had enough of concert playing for the time being. They prepare to part, each one in a specific musical direction. For all of us who have enjoyed their facile, joyous playing, their marvelous en semble, and the informal and inquisi tive nature of their programs, it is a sad leave-taking. On this specific Sun day afternoon they presented a strik ing mixture of Franck, Casella, De bussy, and Schumann. HOTEL APPEALING equally to . those who like to "go places and do things" and those of quiet temperament and un hurried mood. Primarily a home, be it for — a few days, a season, or a year's lease — one, two, three room suite or larger, a few of which Belmont will be furnished to suit per sonal taste. Arrangements at this time for Spring leases and occupancy are advisable. The manage ment welcomes inquiries as to suites available, rates, and advantages. 3156 Sheridan Road Excellent cuisine and convenient location especially recommend the Belmont as the place to dine. Ar' rangements can also be made for teas, special luncheons and parties. Telephone Bittersweet 2100 Under the Personal Direction of B. 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Due to its widespread popularity the cost is sur prisingly low. It is one of the finer things in life which everyone can afford to have. It is a water every smart hostess wants to have. Phone your order now Telephone SUPerior 6543 for a case of Corinnis Waukesha Water to-day. It is put up in handy half gallon bot tles to fit your refrigerator. Delivered to your door anywhere in Chicago and suburbs. Shipped anywhere in the United States. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, INC 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Sold also at your neighborhood store) ^orinni WAUKESHA WATER Go Chicago CONCERNING THAT VITAL CONTINENT By Lucia Lewis IF a singularly beautiful girl rarely caught a flicker of admiration for herself but heard only: "Yes, your grandmother was a lovely, lovely woman" she would, I believe, have just cause for irritation. Sometimes the ex citing young Europe of today must get tired of hearing about its grandmothers too. It is a very live continent and though its history and traditions are admittedly stupendous it has a few things to offer besides ancient cathe drals or the alternative chair on the Boulevard while Madame does the coutouriers — or they do her. There are, in sooth, plenty of reasons for cap tains of industry to desert their busi nesses, doctors to leave their patients, children to forsake their parents, wives to abandon husbands or vice versa, all without a qualm. For it can be done in the name of progress, advancement, education, health — name your own rea son. (This education is not the kind that comes from the absorption of old cultures. It is, in this instance the education in modern things that Europe has to offer; yea, even to us self-ap pointed plutocrats of Progress.) The trip abroad that is confined only to seeing what "should" be seen or to a pleasant orgy of amusement and vin tages lacks a third element that would make the whole thing more entertain ing and more profitable, the element that is provided by a Europe alive and vigorous.* And this element may be just the thing that smacks down dat ol'dabbil conscience in case you bought Montgomery- Ward at 140 and feel you should not make the trip this year. Take the captain or minor officer of business. We wouldn't eliminate any of his fun or sightseeing endeavor for worlds. But he could neatly sandwich in some rather worth-while meetings and industrial fairs which will almost certainly produce something of prac tical value and which he will probably enjoy at least as much as inspecting the Louvre. Then, the doctor and scientist. They get so much profes sional help abroad that they can hardly afford to stay away. Artists, musicians, writers, and all the students, teachers and yearning idle wives who want "to do things" are boosted several notches up the ladder if they take part in the living events of Europe as well as ad mire the old. Here, then, in case you need it, is your justification and a lot of enter tainment to boot: (The following events are just a fraction of the activi ties that Europe offers this year and include only the more important doings up to September, 1930.) In the cause of bigger and better in dustry, visit the famous Sample fairs and Industrial Exhibits in the centers abroad. Among the leading ones are: Csecho-Slovakia, Prague— Sample Fair. Germany, Cologne — Spring Sample Fair. France, LeHavre — Fair. Italy, Milan — International Fair. Frnce, LeHavre — Fair. Switzerland, Basle — Sample Fair. Hungary, Budapest — International Fair. Spain, Valencia — Spring Pageant and In ternational Fair. Paris — Fair of Paris. Norway, Trondhjem — National Fishing and Whaling Exposition. Spain, Seville — ^hero-American Exposition until June. Denmark, Copenhagen — International Radio Exposition. Germany, Leipzig— Fall Fair. Closely related to these are the handicraft and decorative art exposi tions which have much to offer, both to the businessman and artist: Austria, Vienna — Art Exhibit at Vienna Kuenstlerhaus. Sweden, Stockholm — Exposition of Art, Industry, and Swedish Handicraft. Czecho-Slovakia — Jubilee Exposition of Bo hemian Glass. Belgium, Antwerp — Exhibition of Deco rative Arts. Other notable artistic events, as well as some of the greatest musical feasts in the world: Paris — Spring Salon at Grand Palais. Germany, Munich — German Art Exhibit at Glass Palace. Hungary, Budapest — Exhibition of Fine Arts. Vienna — Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. Scotland, Glasgow — Musical Festival. Dundee — Musical Festival. Germany, Heidelberg — Musical Festival. Italy, Milan — Grand Concerts at La Scala, with Toscanini. Also in Rome and Florence. Ireland, Dublin — All-Ireland Musical Fes tival. Sweden, Stockholm — Nordic Chorus Fes tival. TWE CHICAGOAN ?ium, Bruges — Carillon Concerts. Germany, Bayreuth — Wagner Festivals. Germany, Munich — Wagner-Mozart Fes tivals. Austria, Salzburg — Festivals with Richard Strauss, Reinhardt, Bruno Walter, par ticipating. England, Stratford-on-Avon — Shakespeare Celebrations. Germany, Berlin — Festival Plays. Austria, Vienna — Festival weeks in June with special performances in all theatres, and concerts. Norway — National Sangerfest. Germany, Munich — Totenmal, Music, Dance, Light. And straight fun for avid followers of any sport that's going: Ski-Jumping — Norway, at Tromso and other places through March and April. Switzerland — Summer Ski Race at Jung- fraujoch. Horses — England — Grand N a t i o n a. 1 Steeplechase at Aintree Derby at Epsom Downs. Austria — Races for Grand Prize of Aus tria. Ireland — Derby at Curragh. France — Grand Prix de Paris race at Longchamps. Military Polo Matches at Vittel. Belgium — Grand Prix Races at Spa. Boat and Yacht Races — England — Oxford and Cambridge Race. France — Yacht Club Races at Nice. Sweden — Gold Cup Yachting Matches at Gothenburg. Switzerland — International Rowing Regat ta at Lucerne. Night Fete on the lake at Zurich. Denmark — International Yacht Races and Regatta at Royal Yacht Club, Copen hagen. Austria — International Regatta on the Danube. Sweden — International Motor Boat Race. Tennis — Switzerland — International Tennis Tournaments at Montreux. Golf — England — Women's Open Golf Championship, Formby. Cricket — England — Matches at Lords, London. Boxing — Hungary — E u r o p e a n Boxing Championship at Budapest. Bull-Fights — Spain — Summer Fair at Va lencia. Gymnastics — Sweden — Scandinavian Gym nastics Tournament. Heroes' Sword Tournament at Budapest, Hungary. Religious and folk festivals such as those discussed in the last Chicagoan abound everywhere and all the time. Don't miss the Oberammergau Passion Play or the celebration of the Augs burg Confession. Besides these, there are countless unclassifiable events all the way from the first appearance of the Midnight Sun in Sweden to the Congress of the International Anti- Prohibition League at Budapest where inexhaustible rivers of golden Tokay flow to gladden the proceedings. Through the Halls atAlhambra Glistening mosaics . . . hand-carved door ways closed with silk hangings . . . graceful little columns of white marble almost with out bases springing up like the trunks of trees — Alhambra, truly one of the most beautiful of all old Spanish Castles. So gorgeous and intensely fascinating, you wanted to bring the whole setting back home with you. Make your home beautiful with this ar tistry of the past. 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Sometimes the pieces you get in a grab-bag are just what you need, often they can be tossed lightly into the nearest basket. But come on, take a chance and see what we have. * A lovely foundation for powder is achieved by mixing a dab of foundation cream with a few drops of face lotion or mild astringent. Blend the two in the palm of your hand and then smooth it over your face. It is much easier to manage evenly than plain cream and the slightly astringent lotion is, of course, a good thing for your skin. Foundation creams should not be heavy and even the lightest of them are pleas- anter if they are slightly diluted. ABOUT the best time of the year in i which to lick one's self into shape is the end of the winter when most of us are a bit sluggish under the weight of many indoor days, hearty meals and strenuous city life. Whether you have been too active or not active enough the right physical effort now will do a lot towards helping you to greet spring (and a new wardrobe) with graceful posture, alert step, a figure that flows easily into the fashionable lines, relaxed nerves, and all that sort of thing. Helena Rubinstein's salon offers a course in rythmics which is one of the finest things the city woman can indulge in. The exercises are easy and restful, give you splendid posture and grace and certainly start the glow of life bounding briskly through your veins. Elizabeth Arden also has her famous course, rythmical and beauti- fying, and offers the additional advan- tage of her exercise records. If you can't take the course at the salon, and so continue at home what you discover in the salon, the Arden records give complete directions, music, and all that you need to keep you on your toes at home to the whir of your phonograph. Neither of these courses is at all like the usual hard gymnastics which de velop splendid football players but aren't exactly the thing for the sex that wants feminine curves instead of tough biceps. * When you are thoroughly petered out and need something to stimulate the whole system — wholesomely — try curling up in the delightful electric blanket which Helena Rubinstein pro vides in the exercise room of her salon. The sensation is as pleasant as being buried in a little nest of sun-warmed sand and is wonderfully rejuvenating. * If mascara makes your eyelashes too stiff or looks too theatrical try the very, very soft Ko-Hul prepared by Primrose House. It can be used for eyebrows, upper and lower lashes, and as eye shadow, and is a beautiful deep, glossy black that gives an alluring sheen to the lashes. Very easy to apply, too, and neither too dry nor too greasy. Any color applied to the lashes should be concentrated more heavily towards the outer edge of the eye, as this pre duces more intriguing and natural seeming shadows. Ko-Hul is excellent food for the lashes and eyebrows, and does not break the hairs as mascara sometimes does. NEWS of good hair people about town is always pounced upon happily by the long-haired, short- haired or in-betweens who all have their hair problems. I have a few favorites that it has honestly taken a long time to ferret out of the hetero geneous collection about town. Peter at 70 East Walton is a grand barber and hairdresser who knows quite a bit about suiting your hairdress to your type and contour and doesn't just say he does. Otto Orlow at the Helena Rubinstein salon also is skillful with the scissors and can cut hair in many different styles — he hasn't one stock fashion as so many so-called specialists have. The Rubinstein salon does splendid things in the way of hair treatments, too. For comfortable, soft, TME CHICAGOAN 41 natural appearing permanents try either the Powder Box at Stevens or Anne Heathcote, 209 S. State. Car son's Beauty Salon is also expert at permanents and has several people in its personnel who are gifted at the busi ness of finger waving. Walter Gross there is especially good both at hair cuts and finger waves. His shampoos leave your hair with a soft, beautiful sheen and his waves are the wide, flat ones and not the horrible kinky kind. Tell him not to use the waving lotion — plain water gives a much more nat ural and glowing effect and does not take nearly so long under the baking lights. ? Speaking of hair, really beautiful white hair is more gracious and attrac tive than any dyed or tinted effect but it must be snowy without any streaks or yellowish tinge. A preparation which does not bleach the hair but does give it the snowy tone as well as adding to its lustre and softness is the Whit' ener for Grey Hair prepared by the Ogilvie Sisters. The hair salon of the Ogilvie family in New York is one of the most famous in the world and their products for the hair are among the most important in that field. Carson's and, I believe, the other important stores, carry the Ogilvie products. Dorothy Gray has a grand new liquid polish that is just the right soft pink and glows softly with none of the harsh brilliance that so many nail polishes have. Also, if you go in for it, a new blood red polish that is startling to say the least. Someone very daring and awfully smart can get away with it but personally I'll take mine pink. Incidentally, the Dorothy Gray salon now gives treatments in your own home if you choose. Not a bad idea if you are very tired and want to snatch a nap after the soothing facial is over. Since relaxation is so impor tant the benefits of the treatment are almost doubled if you can keep right on sleeping with nerves as thoroughly calmed as they are after the hour of manipulation is over. Opera Antics A beau sat on his topper a Lot too much at the opera In time it was almost as flat As a regular opera hat. — D. C. P. and SO ... an artist's rare conception, an architect's fine vision becomes a great hotel. A palatial structure rises on the shores of Lake Michigan . . . opens its doors and demands recognition as a noteworthy Chicago institution. Prominent Chicagoans make it their home . . . location, en vironment, character plus ideal accommodation win an insist ent response. But guests must be served . . . apartment homes must be serviced. A tried and proved management takes the helm. Shoreland is destined to be great among Chicago's finest hotels . . . and today this beau- tifully located hotel-home caters happily to those who ap preciate the art of living . . . its management alert to the re sponsibility of attaining new- standards only that old stand ards may never be the measure of our progress. rt^t^^M .V Give /our partywhere, added to your own inge nuity and cleverness, is a most expert catering staff eager to help make your party a triumphant success. Here, too is prestige — a Continental cuisine — and party rooms for 5 or 500 guests — each an ideal set ting. Parties that are right — and cost no more! HOTEL SHORELAND Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake Telephone Plazo 1000 Final Clearance of all Fall and Winter Models. Exceptional Values. Sixth Floor Arcade Building 616 S. Michigan Ave. CAVANNA Drapery and Curtain Works, Inc. 653-655 Diver sey 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 READ 'THE MAGAZINE OF THE GAME" BY SUBSCRIPTION ONLY QUIGLEY PUBLISHING CO. 407 SO. DEARBORN ST. CHICAGO, ILL. 42 TMECWCAGOAN RECORDS THE SONG AND DANCE HITS FROM FTHE BROADWAY,, MUSICAL SUCCESS LIBBY HOLMAN HERE AM I — Jerome Kern and Oscar Hammerstein and never composed a more beautiful number than this — a song made- to-order for Libby Holman's inimitable voice. WHY WAS I BORN?— In the lyric of this number Libby Holman asks "Whatam I giving?" To which we answer— "The most perfect bit of vocal enter tainment ever recorded by Brunswick." No. 4570. ROGER WOLFE KAHN and HIS ORCHESTRA play 'TWAS NOT SO LONG AGO — The sweetest Fox Trot on record — and that's no pun— with a vocal chorus that's a lyric toast to the styles that have passed like oid sachet. It's soft, dreamy, melodi ous, wonderful. Hear it. DON'T EVER LEAVE ME— You'll never leave off dancing to this number. The genius of Kern and Hammerstein, touched by the magic of Kahn's orchestration, makes it a torrid-toed invitation to Fox Trot. No. 4614. WHY WAS I BORN? — Roger and his Romeos give you the reason for their being— in a torrent of nasty notes just palpitating with dance lure. HERE AM I— The vocal refrain of this Fox Trot ends with the plea — "Please don't pass us by". If you do, you stand to lose out on one of the best dance numbers in years. No. 4583. Books WORTH YOUR EVENING By 5t Wilbt IT is simply the old story of the prince killing the fire-breathing dragon and hunting up the golden ap- pies in order to win the princess. But made so modern that unless you were a close observer you might never recog' nise it. To begin with, it is written in a very modern order. The prince mar- ries the princess first, and leaves the dragon and the golden apples to be attended to afterwards. And the prince isn't a proper prince but a sports writer on a New York newspa- per, while the princess writes a movie column. They are both, however, very super in looks and also in It. Katherine Brush is by nature a short story writer. And when she writes a novel it shows. But not as it shows with most writers who are by nature short story writers. When it comes to plot development, Young Man of Man hattan hangs together like a Greek tragedy. It's only that she uses up so many good situations in the course of it. First there's the DempseyTunney fight in Philadelphia, and the rain that everybody had to walk home in after wards. The rain being how the prince and princess happened to meet and, five days later, get married. Then there's the honeymoon at Atlantic City, with the princess getting called long distance on an assignment. A fact which bothers the prince since it makes the princess seem more impor tant to the world than he is. And right on its heels comes another fact of the same purport. An order for several hundred dollars worth of stories which involves her dining out with an editor on the very night when the prince is getting back from a week away at a World Series. And the climax is reached in terms of still an other perfectly beautiful short story situation: at a Princeton football game they both get fallen in love with by persons young enough to know better. Though that may not be technically the climax, come to think of it, but only the chief complication. Probably the real climax comes later on. The prince is in Florida with the New York team. There's a party on. The tele phone rings and rings and everyone makes jokes about the house dick being a nice follow. Everybody, that is, ex cept the two girls of the party who show a definite reluctance about meet ing him. Then a bellboy comes and it turns out that the princess back in New York is at the point of death, and blind besides, owing to a quart of some thing or other that the prince had left behind in the flat, and that she had taken hot for a cold. The dragon to be killed by the prince is, of course, his slavery to the demon rum. And the golden apples are literary successes which must be gilded on the outside to exceed the gild ing on the princess's. The first golden apple eludes him in the course of an other of those perfectly card-catalogue short story situations. He has been a month without hearing from that story. He goes to the office. Is shown a letter saying that it encloses five hundred dol lars. Then it turns out that the manu script has been swept up: "not re sponsible for unsolicited material" says the sign in the outer office. Newspa per writers are notorious for never making carbon copies. (Note to the editor of The Chicagoan: Please One of the chief delights is in booking your passage early and enjoying the choicest cabin in your price class. Sail ing from old French Montreal and Que bec, by the beautiful St. Lawrence route. Saves two days open sea! 3 de luxe Empresses, 4 fast new Duchess cabin ships and other great cabin liners are equipped to make your journey one of supreme luxury and comfort. For complete details, 'phone or write your local representative or Ask about our White Empresses to the ORIENT E. A. Kenney, Steamship General Agent, 71 E. Jackson Blvd. Chicago, 111. Telephone Wabash 1904 Canadian World's Greatest Travel System Pacific TWE CHICAGOAN 43 don't have any sweeping done until this review is in type.) CORONET POSSIBLY the most daring choice ever made by a book club is Manuel Komroff's Coronet. The story begins in the Renaissance with a peasant get ting a monopoly on sausages and mar rying into the nobility on the proceeds. And ends with a pork baron in Chi cago marrying his only daughter to the same coronet that the original hero had helped make in the days when he had been a dishonest apprentice to a jeweler. While in between occur Na poleon's Russian campaign, Chopin, Balzac, an interlude in Germany, the Russian Revolution. But if the book is heavy with his tory, it is also heavy with symbolism. That coronet, made with such art and earnestness by the old Florentine jeweler, and two hundred years later repaired with such art and earnestness by the little jeweler in Senlis, is shown to be evil, and we are expected to identify it with aristocracy and to re gard that as evil, too, whether it be an aristocracy of birth, money, military power or of intellect. Parallel to the coronet runs the silver whip of the Russian Prince which, already old, was mended by the same Renaissance jeweler who made the coronet, and this whip represents oppression. Thus "Coronet" has a theme which, whether you agree with it or not, is well worth the variations that have been made upon it. It has excellences also of local and of historical detail. Is, in other words, a book that just misses being a big thing. CURRENT EXHIBITS [begin on page 30] in an expressionistic way, and indicates the new and very promising path An- garola had set out upon just before his untimely death a few months ago. A painting that stands out by virtue of its lively colors, rather daring con trasts and suggestive outlines is Clowns, by A. Raymond Kats. It succeeds in conveying, both anecdotally and esthetically, the effect of the playful and the sad which we generally asso ciate with clowns. Tongues, by Archibald John Motley, Jr., depicts a Negro revival meeting and conveys a definite feeling of rhythmic movement and half -humorous Theater in the Modern Manner WE POINT to a successful season of Civic Shakespeare, and to a bumper crop of exclusive Chicago premieres, as evidence of a flowering dramatic culture, a sturdily mid- American reflex to substantial theater. We mention thirty months of Charles Collins' studious counsel to the discrim inate as our welcome part is its development and yield him hopefully to the rank and file. WE POINT, too, to the town's typically thoughtful, deliberate disposition toward theater in general, and toward theater attendance in particular. No idle pastime, this Chicago theatergoing, but a civ ilized interest to be gone about in a civilized man ner, a thing to plan, prepare for and pleasandy realize. Such is theater in the modern manner, the manner of smart Chicago. WE POINT, finally, to the smartly practical coupon below, by use of which the aware Chicagoan as sures himself and party of choice orchestra seats on a given occasion at the given box ofnce price and without a flurry. (Provided, of course, that he selects one of the smart theaters designated by stars in the list on page 2 and notes the convenient conditions named below.) 1. Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of per formance for which tickets are desired. 2. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in cor rect amount payable to The Chicagoan. [See page 2 for prices.] 3. Application must be in writing; telephone orders cannot be ac cepted. Upon receipt of application The Chicagoan will effect reservation of seats and mail to applicant cer tificate entitling him to tickets when presented at the theater box office after 8:00 P. M. on evening of per formance (2:00 P. M. if matinee.) It is suggested that applicants name a second choice of date for which tickets are desired in case The Chicagoan's supply of tickets for specified performance is exhausted before receipt of application. £J41CAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play) (Second Choice) (Number of seats) (Date) (Second choice of date) (Name) (Address) _ (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $.. 44 TUE CHICAGOAN L It's positively blissful! That picked - up feeling after a bowl of mussels. That savory zest in Oysters L'Aiglon or the slip of a knife into melting squab. Each dish by our French chef is a rare experience for discerning diners-out. Luncheon, dinner and supper, with dancing from six until two. 22 E. Ontario D E> L a w a r e 19 09 Texas Guinan and Her Gang "Give the little girl a hand!1' The queen of whoopee comes west. Even Federal judges laugh when Texas cuts loose. And now she does her stuff at the Green Mill — a wise crack a minute and the snappiest, gayest show that ever jumped through the hoop at la Guinan's com mand. Every night Green Mill Broadway at Lawrence Telephone Sunnyside 3400 ecstasy. It is realistic and at the same time symbolistic and expressionistic. Still Life, by William S. Schwartz, is about the best thing of his that I have ever seen. The foreground, showing cucumbers, greens, radishes and a turnip, is excellent and wholly free of the heavy gaudiness which all too often characterizes Mr. Schwartz's colors. One of several pictures which mani fests a vigor and downrightness that has not been used to fullest advantage is Macena Barton's Portrait of My Sister. I have a feeling that she could dig much deeper if she would. TENTS OF ISRAEL OUR London season continues merrily at the Princess with the play version of G. B. Stern's novel The Matriarch. The Rakonitz tribe are Jews on the Rothschild pattern, dealers in precious stones and a charm ing group of worldlings. The male side of the family is soft. A woman is king. Anastasia, the Matriarch, rules exuberantly over brothers, sisters, chil dren and grandchildren. Youth he- volts against her, she falls from power and the torch is picked up by her piquant granddaughter, Toni. A limit of space forbids detail of the multiple family ramifications in volved. Likewise, statutory limitations of stage presentation have prevented Miss Stern from writing as fine a drama as she did a novel. The book presented a wealth of material, and in its shorter space perhaps as many characters as Galsworthy used in his Forsyte Saga. Too much went into the play. Too little comes out clearly. Episodes are interesting, the family in triguing, but steady drive of situation to logical conclusion is not here. Char acter development and motivation are sketchy. In a word, it blurs. The canvas is too small for the painting. A more compelling personality than Constance Collier in the title role might tend to focus the interest. Vi brant and voluble, Miss Collier still fails to make entirely credible the domina tion of the Matriarch over her tribe. The balance of the cast is British. With" the exception of a finely etched char acterization by Abraham Safaer, bet ter Jewish types might be desired for the men. Jessie Tandy makes Toni ut terly adorable. [' #f^M 'N£: ^wKzA ^^ 'm ^r W y 4^ Ilk / <9%°/ lllllw ty Make \ Your Party III! a Success I&lilll In Chicago's Most Ifllll Popular Party Rooms MiStMi for Dances, Dinners, !:j:$:$is Weddings! iSS;:**?*™ Brilliant party rooms — Novel settings for distinc tive affairs. The lavish Ori ental Room — the luxurious Towne Club or moderne Sil ver Club on the Roof. Gra cious service — a fine cui sine. Prices most attractive. Menusand suggestionssub- mitted without obligation. 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