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QJlartlia ( UUeailiei-ed GJhofy THE DRAKE HOTEL n TUEO4ICAG0AN OuQ North \AUhiqaw tKisemw •*- at Erie Street N its new, upper = Avenue location/ the Stanley Korshak' Blackstone Shop will continue to serve a gratifying majority of Chicago's most discerning women . . . the sort who instinctively understand ana demand effective attire and accessories. Stanley Korshak Blackstone Shop 2 TUE CHICAGOAN INM §JNT STAGE Musical ¦KANIMAL CRACKERS — Grand Opera House, 119 No. Clark. Central 8240. Marx Brothers in cuckoo pantomime, cc lestial music and goofy lines. Curtain 8:15. Sat. Mat. only 2:15. Mon. to Fri., $4.40. Sat. and Sun. $5.50. Mati- inee $300. -W^AUGHTY MARIETTA— Majestic, 22 W. Monroe. Central 8240. Use Marvenga in the second of the Victor Herbert re vival series. Opens Feb. 24. Curtain 8:20. Wed. and Sat. 2:20. Sun. to Fri. $2.50. Sat. $3.00. Wed. Mat $2.00. Sat. Mat. $2.50. *NINA ROSA — Great Northern, 20 W. Quincy. Central 8240. Magnificent Peruvian operetta, vibrant with Romberg melody. Curtain 8:15. Sat. and Wed. 2:15. Sun. to Fri. $3.85. Sat. $4.40. Wed. Mat. $2.50. Sat. Mat. $3.00. WHOOPEE— Illinois, 65 E Jackson. Har rison 6510. Ziegfeld spectacle with Ed die Cantor as the mainspring. Closes March 1st. Curtain 8:15. Sat. Mat. only 2:15. Drama ?BIRD IH HAND— Harris, 170 N. Dear born. Central 8240. Drinkwater's deft, amusing play of lords, inn-keepers and mixed marriage. Curtain 8:30. Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Sun. to Fri. $3.00. Sat. $3.85. Wed. Mat. $2.00. Sat. Mat. $2.50. ?DEAR OLD ENGLAND— Princess, 319 S. Clark. A jolly, ripping, London suc cess, well cast. The Drama League's latest success. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. Sun. to Sat. $3.00. Matinees $2.00. HOLIDAY — Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. Central 7085. Com edy by Philip Barry; locale in New York among the younger set. Curtain 8:30. Matinees Fri. only 2:30. No Monday performance. ¦K/ENNT— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Cen tral 3404. A romantic comedy with a happy ending rather unusual for the beauteous Jane Cowl. Onens Feb. 24. Curtain 8:25. Matinees Thurs. and Sat. 2:25. Mon. to Fri. and Sat. Mat. $3.00. Sat. Eve. $3.85. Thurs. Mat. $2.50. No Sunday performance. LET US BE GAT — Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. Clothes, epi grams, humor and sophistication in great plenty, with Francine Larrimore. Cur tain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. ?SHAKESPEARE— Garrick, 64 W. Ran dolph. Central 8240. The Stratford- Upon-Avon Players in a brilliant presen tation of "The Bard," including three plays seldom given. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. Sun. to Sat. $3.00. Wed. Mat. $2.00. Sat. Mat. $2.50. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Design, by Sandor Cover Current Entertainment for the fortnight ending March 7 Page 2 Menus of the Town 4 Editorially 7 "Ex-Columnist" by Richard Atwater.'. 9 Columnists Right, by Peter Koch... .10-11 Distinguished Chicagoans, by /. H. E. Clar\ 12 Will the World Come to the Fair? by Lloyd Lewis 13 Nightlight Saving, by Texas Guinan 15 Spring, by Gaba 16 Town Talk 17 Signals, by Sandor 18-19 The Green Moth Ball, by Phil Hesbit 20-21 Blackouts, by William C. Boyden and Nat Karson 22-23 A. D. Lasker — Chicagoan, by Hot' man Klein 24 The Stage, by William C Boyden 26 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 30 Music, by Robert PoIlaJ^ 32 The Chicagoenne, by Marcta Vaughn 34 Overtones, by John C Emery 36 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 38 Books, by Susan Wilbur 39 Art, by /. Z. Jacobson 42 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 Chicacoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 44. SHERLOCK HOLMES— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2461. William Gillette gives a memorable revival of his famous crea* tion. Opens Feb. 24. Curtain 8:30. Sat. Mat. only 2:30. No Sunday perform' ance. STRANGE INTERLUDE— Blackstone, 60 E. Seventh. Harrison 6609. Eugene O'Neill's play that is fast making the neighborhood caterers wealthy. Begins 5:30 promptly. Dinner intermission 7:4? to 9:00. Final curtain 11:00. No Sun' day or Matinee performances. ?STREET SCENE— Apollo, 170 N. Dear born. Central 8240. Erin O'Brien Moore in Elmer Rice's magnificent play of Manhattan neighborhood life. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. 2:30. Sun. to Fri. $3.00. Sat. $3.85. Wed. Mat. $2.00. Sat. Mat. $2.50. ?STRICTLY DISHONORABLE — Adel- phi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. With Charles Richman and Margaret Perry. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30; Sat. and Wed. 2:30. Sun. to Fri. $3.00. Sat. $3.85. Matinees $2.50. *YOUR UNCLE DUDLEY— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. With Thomas W. Ross and reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30. Wed. & Sat. Matinees 2:30. Mon. to Fri. and Sat. Mat. $2.50. Sat. Eve. $3.00. Wed. Mat. $2.00. Vaudeville *THE PALACE— 159 W. Randolph. State 6977. Week of Feb. 22nd, Nan Halperin, Gus Edwards Revue, Harry Delf . Coming attractions — "Coming Along," Ken Murray, Harry Carroll Revue, Viola Dana, Beatrice Lillie. R.K.O. Standard. Sat., Sun. 6J Hols., $2.00. Mat. every day $1.00. SPORTS HOCKEY— Chicago Stadium, 1800 W. Madison Seely 5300. Montreal Cana- dians vs. Blackhawks, Feb. 16. N. Y. Americans vs. Blackhawks, Feb. 18. Ottawa Senators vs. Blackhawks, Feb. 20. Detroit Cougars vs. Blackhawks, Feb. 21. Pittsburgh Pirates vs. Blackhawks, Mar. 2. N. Y. Rangers vs. Blackhawks, Mar. 4. BASKETBALL— Chicago Stadium. Clevc land vs. Bruins, Feb. 19, Feb. 21, Feb. 25, Feb. 27. Paterson vs. Bruins, Mar. 5, and Mar. 6. MUSIC CHICAGO SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA — Orchestra Hall, 220 S. Michigan. Regular subscription concerts Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings (the same program). Fourteen popular con* certs second and fourth Thursday eve nings throughout the season. Tuesday afternoon concerts, second and fourth [continued on pace four] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Ouigley, Publisher and Editor; \V. R. Weaver, Managing Editor: published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St.. Chicago, 111. New York Office: S6S Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 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 ISc. Vol. VIII., No. 12— March 1. 1930. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, III., under the act of March 3. 1879. TWE CHICAGOAN 3 Like a Sea Nymph Emerging from an Ocean Spray Stevens' Corsets are of such supple materials and designed to blend so divinely into the natural contours of the figure that one is un aware of being corseted at all. The new sil- houettedemandsthateven the slimmest person must have support to be perfectly groomed. Duosettes Corselettes Step-ins Girdles CORSETS-SECOND FLOOR CHAS. A. STEVENS & BROS 4 THE CHICAGOAN Tuesdays of each month. Call Harri' son 0363 for information. COHCERTS — Mischa Mischakoff, soloist, concert, Orchestra Hall, Saturday eve ning, Feb. 22, at 8:15. Jascha Heifetz, violinist, recital Civic Opera House, Sun' day aft. Feb. 23, at 3:00. Winifred Macbride, pianiste, recital, The Play house, Sun. aft. Feb. 23, at 3:30. Ade laide Berkman, pianiste, recital, Civic Theater Sun. aft. Feb. 23, at 3:00. Jose Mojica, tenor, recital, Studebaker Thea- ter Sun. aft. Feb. 23, at 3:30. Civic Orchestra, concert, Orchestra Hall Sun. aft. Feb. 23, at 3:00. Jacques Gordon, violinist and Rudolph Reuter, pianist, joint concert, Kimball Hall Tue. eve, Feb. 25, at 8:15. Serge Prokofieff, soloist, concerts, Orchestra Hall Tue. aft. Feb. 25 at 3:00, and Fri. aft. Feb. 28 at 3:00. Mischa Levitski, pianist, recital, The Play house, Sun. aft. Mar. 2 at 3:30. Beniamino Gigli, tenor, recital, Orchestra Hall Sun. aft. Mar. 2 at 3:30. Michael Wilkomirski, violinist, recital, Civic Theatre Sun. aft. Mar. 2 at 3:00. Guv vanni Martinelli, tenor, recital, Orches- tra Hall, Mon. eve. Mar. 3 at 8:15. Bush Conservatory, concert, Tue. eve. Mar. 4 at 8:15. Male Chorus Swift and Com' pany, concert, Orchestra Hall Thurs. eve. Mar. 6, 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. 6? Sun. free, other days 25 cents. Current exhibitions: Contemporary French Water Colors from the Martin A. Ryerson collection; Illustrated Books for Children; Early Italian Engravings; Selected Etchings by Rembrandt. ALONG ART ROW— The Arts Club, 410 N. Michigan, Gouache drawings by Emil Ganso. Chicago Galleries Association, 220 N. Michigan, A Group of Eight Chicago painters. Anderson Galleries, 536 S. Michigan, Warshawsky land' scapes, woodblocks and lithosi by Rock' well Kent. M. Knoedler 6? Co., 622 S. Michigan, Alexander Archipenko's draw' ings. Nachemsohn of London Ltd., 910 N. Michigan, work of Iwan F. Choultse, court painter to Nicholas 2nd. Albert Roullier Galleries, 414 S. Michigan, miscellaneous exhibit of recent acquisi tions. At galleries of Gerrit Vander- hoogt, 410 S. Michigan, exhibit of Cad' wallader Washburn will be extended. Mashall Field & Company's Art Rooms, an exhibit of "The Ten" discussed in this issue. Carson Pirie Scott 6? Co. will continue the exhibit of Old English Sporting Prints. TABLES Downtown BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Distinguished in food service and atmosphere. Margraff music. Otto C. Staack is maitre d'hotel. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. Spacious, comfortable and excellent cuisine. "Husk" O'Hare in the Main Dining room, Joska de Barbary in the Colchester Grill. Fey is head' waiter. COHGRESS HOTEL — Congress at Michi' gan. Harrison 3800. Noted for Pea' cock Alley and Baloon Room. Ted Fiorito's band. Ray Barrette is maitre d'hotel. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL [listings begin on page two] —316 Federal St. Webster 0770. Eng' lish cookery attains high excellence here. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. On the boulevard convenient for delectable luncheon, tea or dinner. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank' lin 2100. Always a happy night choice. Gene Fosdick's band. Wallis is head- waiter. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank' lin 2100. Food excellent, atmosphere merry. Huntley's spirited band. Braun is headwaiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. In the genuine Russian manner; gypsy orchestra. Kinsky head- waiter and Khmara master of ceremonies. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. A very adequately served institution in the German tradition. SCHLOGEL'S— 37 N. Wells. A literary restaurant more seductive perhaps in victuals than in verse. Richard is head- waiter. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. American cookery holds it own. Guinea hen under glass a de- lectability. Sandrock is maitre d'hotel. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wa bash 1088. Famous for cuisine, one dines aloft in distinctive surroundings. COFFEE DAN'S— Dearborn at Randolph. A night restaurant in Frisco style; loud, late and larruping. MT CELLAR— Clark at Lake. A sawdust' on-floor place with celebrity patronage and good food. Wingy Munoe's lively band. Charley Rose is master of cere monies, Dave Fields headwaiter. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A graciously hospitable tavern with notable cuisine. Muller is maitre d'hotel. North EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. A very adequate dinner choice. Splen did music. Nice people. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. World ly wise and wealthy patrons. Service splendid and unostentatious, under di rection of John Birgh. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Good food, good service and good band for dancing. Eric Dahlberg is headwaiter. BELMOKT HOTEL — 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Excellent din ners. And experts at arranging for luncheons and all manner of special par ties. August Mayer is headwaiter. JULIEH'S— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. French cuisine all around one big table. Arrive early. No second table served. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. A steak and sandwich shop open for the late and gay night crowd. GRATLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. A dis* tinguished luncheon and dinner place. Within easy walking distance of the loop. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela* ware 1242. A sturdy Swedish eating place with inexhaustible hors d'oeuvres. L'AIGLON— 22 ^ E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. Teddy's famous French cuisine now enhanced by a new and rhythmic orchestra, including the novel cimbalom. Luncheons, splendid dinners and on into the night. THE GREEH MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Merry and late, with Tex Guinan drawing the crowds every night. A good show and rare person ality. Ponti is headwaiter. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. The loudest night-club ever heard. Every night, informal, heyhey and screaming. CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. In the Parisian manner. Apt to be formal; certain to number notable diners. Louis Steffen is headwaiter. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. On tario. Delaware 0930. Late, intimate and lively night-club. Dan Barrone presides JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. As you would guess, fine for shell fish and sea food. Open till 4 a. m. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela' ware 3942. Famous for thirty years. German cooking at its best. C. (Papa) Gallauer presides. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Walton PI. Superior 4264. Dishes that smack smartly of a skillful touch. Soothing surroundings. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Cooking is southern or Chinese. Alexis Kerenoff and Tina Valen dance. And so can you. Jerry Eisner is head- waiter. South CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. Devoted ta the cult of Creole dining. Better phone Gaston Alciatore, or Max, headwaiter before a ceremonious' meal. Dancing, of course. SHORELAND— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. A splendid Inn that offers a cosmopolitan menu and subdued serv ice. Popular on Sundays, also. LECTURES BURTON HOLMES— Orchestra Hall^ 220 S. Michigan. Harrison 0363. "Ger many," Wed. eve., Feb. 26, and Fri. eve., Feb. 28, at 8:15. Sat. aft., Mar. 1 at 2:15. COKTEMPORARY THOUGHT — Wie- boldt Hall, McKinlock Campus. (North western University course.) "The New Music," Karleton Hackett, Wed. eve., Feb. 26, at 7. "The New Literature," Zona Gale, Wed. eve., Mar. 5, at 7. Admission free. EXPLORATION— Chicago Academy of Sciences, Lincoln Park. Sunday after' noons, Mar. 2 and 9, at 3. Admission free. HISTORICAL— Chicago Historical Soci ety, Dearborn and Ontario. Saturday morning talks, illustrated. Mar. 1, and 8, at 10:30. Repeated Sundays at 3. Admission free. SCIENCE AND TRAVEL— Field Museum Natural History, Roosevelt Road and Lake Michigan. Australian Aborigines, Mar. 1; Bali, Borneo and Sumatra, Mar. 8. Afternoons at 3. Admission free. THE CHICAGOAN 5 « For more than twenty-seven years Marmon has meant the truly distinc tive, the luxurious, the ^^ fine thing well done + + + Today Marmon means all that and more with an abundant in ad usualness which is super comfort entirely new line of cars — each a straight-eight, each vanced engineering thought — each with that charm and un- so inseparably Marmon + + + New easy riding qualities and dimensions + + + With these cars Marmon covers the entire cars — the Big Eight — the "Eight-79"— the "Eight-69" and the Roosevelt — a car for every possible motor car need. «jBCgfljL.JgS "T W"K TWECMICAGOAN "To Interpret YOUR OWN GOOD TASTE >AGER to aid you in the furnishing of your home is the John M.Smyth (Staff of Decorative Experts. A new covering for a well-loved chair or an entire livingroom ensemble — these friendly, sensible young women offer well-founded advice and council, entirely without obligation. Their aid, which costs you nothing, is designed to gain the most effective results with the money you wish to spend — not to induce you to spend more than you wish. You will find them prompted only by an earnest de sire to interpret your own good taste in furniture of distinctive style and en during excellence. Critically chosen, such furniture is perennially smart, for good taste always will be good fashion Woe JOI1N M.SMYTH 6 J Tears of Cjood Furniture MADISON EAST OF HALSTED ESTABLISHED SINCE 1867 DEEP-ROOTED LIKE AN OAK illinium iiiiihiiiiihiiumiiiiiiiihiihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiihiiiiu 11 111 iiimiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 11111111111111111111111111111 1 1 1 ¦ 1 1 1 1 tttttt THE Architectural League of New York has awarded its gold medal for the most striking professional achievements of the year to Holabird and Root of Chicago. This bit of news was merely confirmation of what every body in Chicago knows — that here American architecture has reached its. highest expression of creative activity. The "two Johns" of the firm thus medalled won this honor by such masterpieces of design as the Palmolive, the Daily News and the Michigan Square buildings, but they do not stand alone in their glory. They are leaders of a group of Chicago architects whose work during the past few years has been an amazing efflorescence of progress in a profes- sion whose traditions are strongly conservative. The towers of Chicago which have spired up so rapidly, especially in the Michigan Avenue district around and north of the great bridge — the special field of Holabird and Root — form a new wonder of the world. Visitors come, behold, and are conquered by the spectacle; and when they get back home, even though it be in Chicago-baiting Lon- don, they write eloquent letters about our architecture to the newspapers. It's a great town, in spite of the contemporary ailments of its budget. The sensation of its triumphant growth is intoxicating. And men like John Holabird and John Root, who a few years ago were juniors in their firm, stand for the true Chicago spirit that transcends political rumpuses and crime news. ? y^VERAGE temperature for Chicago's January: 3.5 de- J ^k grees below normal. Average snow-f all : 4.9 inches above normal. That does not tell the story, of course; statistics never do. January, 1930, was a month about which the grand- sires of the future will wax eloquent and terrifying as they gather the children around their palsied knees. Its snows were sagas from Iceland and its frosts were the fierce anger of the old Norse gods. That January will create folk-tales of Arctic misery — and yet, now that we've lived through, it was an enjoyable month. It renewed the spirit of ad venture in the heart of the city dwellers; every day when we started out, we thought we were discovering the North Pole. Moreover, Chicago always compensates. February, usu ally our meanest month, began as if it intended to bolt the winter party and affiliate itself with the young rebels of the spring. Day after day of a kindly sun; day after day of thaw. The icy barricades reared by January have almost vanished, and some day soon reports of the First Robin will begin to trickle in from the suburbs. We are feeling rather jaunty about these manifestations of February's favor, but we fear that March is creeping up behind us with a black-jack in its hand. There is a month to beware of— a brutal, low-minded, insidious month. When that Mackinaw wind begins to roar down from the north- Editorially east, with the volume and steadiness of a great river of air, rolling along week after week, Chicago's climate is at its worst. W HO would have thought the old man had so much blood in him!" That's a line out of the old classic drama. It may sound as if it came from the latest murder-mystery shilling shocker, but it has poetic sanction. Shakespeare wrote it, in Macbeth. And George M. Cohan may have quoted it to himself, although never addicted to the classics, when he returned to Chicago in his play, Gambling, after seventeen years' absence as an actor. His entrance was greeted with a drum fire of applause. Cohan-worship laid down a barrage which stopped the show. Then and there Mr. Cohan discovered that Old Man Drama was not yet bled into a state of pernicious anaemia by the movies and the talkies. "Who would have thought — " etc. And a great light dawned upon him. He went through an emotional experience akin to conversion. A few days later he dispatched telegrams cancelling heavy-money contracts to write for the cinema. He also cancelled bookings for his present tour that would have taken him to Los Angeles. He didn't want to get any where near Hollywood and its seductions. He had de cided to cling to his old love, the Stage, and to hurry back to Broadway, which is his work-shop. It was a sentimental decision, characteristic of Mr. Cohan's impulsive temperament. The episode illustrates, however, the strength and vital force of the flesh-and-blood theater. Its demise has been foretold ever since the films began to flicker, but it is still very much alive. The cava lier manner in which Mr. Cohan tossed a Hollywood for tune over his shoulder gives one of the reasons why the stage of actuality cannot be killed. TO keep a dog; to live with its loyal, dependent, for giving canine soul; to see this animal strive through its dumb life for affectionate communion with its master-friend; and then to lose it, by one of the many ail' ments or accidents that dog-flesh is heir to — well, it's tough. Kipling has written a poem on the subject, telling how tragic it is to "give your heart to a dog to tear." But when a lady undertakes a career of kindness to ani mals; spends money freely to rescue the waifs and strays of dogdom, builds a hospital and a refuge for the dis tempered and the masterless; and then sees it burn, prob ably by arson, with a holocaust of her helpless charges- well, it's as sad a story as the newspapers have carried for years. Therefore, our sympathy goes to Irene Castle Mc Laughlin, who has had to endure this stroke of life's irony. She's had a bitter break. (An nouncing The Opening o! cfaL-fflftk ffi venue s INcw Junior lhird Moor . ? . carrying a complete collection of every« tning for the younger set . . . from trie little tot, aged two . . . to the junior miss. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE North Michigan at Chestnut TMECWICACOAN "Ex-Columnist RIQ REPLIES TO A CANNON * f By Richard Atwater SINCE Ralph ("Boom Boom") Cannon's attack on the modern "colyum" in The Chicagoan was hardly lurking on the newsstands be fore it was burned up by a crossfire of smoking typewriters from the padded cells of Linn and Stevens of the Herald and Examiner and Riq of 'The Post; and as the fumes of this verbal artillery had, in two short weeks, barely cleared away before an even more volcanic ex plosion at the latter office hurled a pre viously fireproof columnist out of his gentle turret into the larger embrace of an astonished Chicago — Well then, cried Riq in delight, I have been writing in the wrong place all these years: it looks to me like the way to get results is to write an article on "The Decline of the Colyum" for The Chicagoan. So here we are, with our own howitzers of adjectives, our time-fuse nouns, our gunpowder verbs and maybe a spark of humor with which to touch off whatever fireworks there are in Town that have not yet joined the Pillar of fire in a final sibling blast of flaming glory. MY sportive friend Ralph's point, in his enviably successful playing with matches, was that the old gray mare of columnism ain't what it used to be: that while there may be good men left who are still writing readable news paper features, the av erage nevertheless is ar tistically inferior to the golden age when col umnists were fewer and better. In the course of illustrating his argument, Ralph ("Mother In dia") Cannon started to list quite a number of such harlequins, past and present; but regret tably decided, midway in the maelstrom, that it wouldn't be diplomatic to mention everybody in this man's town, especially if he were to make it clear what he thought of their columns. So, in the Chicago field, he gave one mild cheer for "Teddy" Linn, and hopped hastily to Cleveland. Now, lest anyone mistakenly infer at this point that the Dean of Tower Town Flagpole Sitters (as I suppose I must call myself from the point of view of seniority in the service) has mis understood his honorable opponent's failure to mention Mr. Riq in the first half of the present debate; well, let me frankly divulge that Ralph has since told me, had he named too many first- class modern columnists in his disserta tion, it might have seemed to damage his point; and he maintains that his RALPH CANNON, conductor of "The Campus Canopy" in The Daily News and author of the CHICAGOAN article in controversy. NOTE: In the spring of 1921 Mr. Atwater— who, following his successful Black- friars show, had abandoned the idea of teaching Greek and was touring the United States as musical comedy writer, soldier, University instructor, country editor and roving reporter for B. L. T.'s "Line o' Type"— was recalled to Chi cago by Julian Mason to found a colyum at the plea of Burton Rascoe, Horace Bridges, Vincent Starrett and many other "contribs" orphaned by the passing of the beloved Taylor. For the past nine years conductor of the Town's liveliest and most sparkling column, "Riq" comes to CHICAGOAN pages fired with enthusiasm and a retort more or less courteous to Ralph Cannon's "The Decline of the Colyum." 10 TUE CHICAGOAN point is true, in spite of such evidence to the contrary. And I further guess that had he known the Pillar was so soon to be discontinued by a fit of curious chances, he would have awarded it an appreciative headpiece among the heroic dead. So much for that angle. NOW then: As one who has seen many Chicago columnists come and go during his own tenure of a vicarage of mirth during the past nine years, come All Fools' Day, maybe you'd like to know what we clowns really think of our much-debated job. Hitch your chair closer, for I am for the moment in a position to speak freely. In these nine years since B. L. T., the master and patron saint of us all, wrote a last line that made the nation weep, I have seen the "Hit or Miss" chair of the Daily 7\[ews occupied by happy Tubman K. Hedrick, delectable Keith Preston (like Taylor, cut down in his prime by the bitter jest of fate), and the present genial and friendly jester, Gene Morgan. In the Tribune "Line o' Type" I have seen gentle and scholarly Fred Pasley yield to Frederick Donaghey's learned ironies, and these again to the noble drolleries of that heart-warming pantaloon, Dick Little. I have seen James Weber Linn ac quire a box head for his sometimes witty, sometimes serious, always honest personalities in the Herald and Exami ner; where also, after several brief but promising attempts by others to start a contributors' column that Mr. Hearst would not order stopped as soon as the news of it got to California, Ashton Stevens crammed his banjo of anecdotes full of overstuffed words and lately joined the parade of columnists who have made good. In the lamented Journal it was good old Doc Hall, I think, who finally turned "Little About Everything" over to Arthur Sheekman, now Winchelling in the surprising Times with abundant light gossip. The American, with plenty of other brilliant personal fea tures, has had, I believe, no local col umnist of the kind known as editorial. NOW I could, if it mattered, crit ically compare the literary excel lence of these colleagues of mine to that of Eugene Field and Bert Leston Taylor, to that of Wilbur Dean Nesbit and C. W. Taylor, to that of others ARTHUR SHEEKMAN "Ahead of the Times" Chicago Illustrated Times HARVEY WOODRUFF Tn the Wake of the News' Chicago Tribune now known or unknown who made Chicago smile in the older days. I could perhaps easily annihilate Ralph ("Button Up Your Overcoat") Can non's argument by delving into the crumbling volumes of old Chicago pa pers now gathering new decades of dust in the Historical Society's library: pro ducing with a sad triumph the names of dozens of writers of personal chat ter, asking you then if you had ever even heard of these forgotten fugitives. For this sort of thing goes back a shockingly long way into the history of journalism; as my friend could have figured, had he remembered that Addi son and Steele were not even the first to pen the playful topical commentary WARREN W. BROWN "So They Tell Me" Chicago Herald-Examiner GENE MORGAN "Hit or Miss" Chicago Daily News that is now considered "colyum" stuff. But I don't think this does matter. Mr. Cannon did not dare to follow through with his criticism by making it complete; and I don't care to. It is safe to say that we all have our faults; I suggest that each of us has, possibly, his particular virtue. And in a field where what makes the columnist is that he is different from every other col umnist, why try to compare notes too exactly? This is what is important: that your man, originally selected by his paper as somehow fitted for the role of Pag- liacci, goes ahead and writes what pleases him, day after day, week after week, month after month. Presently TUECUICAGOAN n ASHTON STEVENS "A Column or Less" Chicago Herald-Examiner JUNE PROVINES "This Gala World" Chicago Daily News there are readers who begin to notice they are turning to his space as to a friend. They start to send him a joke they have heard because they think he'll like it. The joke is printed, and this brings in further mail, personal calls, even gifts by express. Comic clippings, poems, quaint puns, letters of praise, letters of witty expostulation, sausages, cartons of cigarets, theater tickets, hams, offers of love, pills for that cold, comic valentines, invitations to lecture or broadcast, an occasional hamper of cordials from a millionaire Maecenas, visits from insurance and stock salesmen, now and then a joke, more poems. Angels and ministers of grace, and still more poems. RICHARD HENRY LITTLE "A Line o' Type or Two" Chicago Tribune JAMES WEBER LINN "Around the Town" Chicago Herald-Examiner AND all the time more and more /» hundreds and thousands are read ing your column. You don't know it, but they're with you. Writing in a paper is something like talking into a microphone; there are times when you feel you are shouting into a vacuum. You're up against sane and insane edi torial restrictions, your pay is inade quate, you doubt if anything you ever wrote could ever amuse anybody — and all the time your following is doing just that to you. Maybe loving your words, maybe hurt by one of them for a moment, but always turning to see what you have said today. I know now, better than I did all these years (the rising of the contrib utor clans, when a column is stopped, is like an army with banners; some thing almost confounding to the pre viously bashful ex-columnist who stands now innocent and marveling, like Helen of Troy overlooking the battle field waged for her frail body) that this is true. It's true of R. H. L., and Gene Morgan, and Stevens and Linn and Sheekman and that dainty tatler of the K[ews, June Provines. It's true of the sport columnists like Harvey Woodruff and Ralph Cannon and Eddie Geiger and Warren Brown and all the rest of them, may Loki bless their hardy souls. Naturally the col umn admitting contributors is more ob viously powerful and has a better chance to prove its influence. And it is interesting to notice how many of these contributors develop later into famous professional writers, so that the columnist in anguish reads of himself in a sixth best seller written, alas, by the hand he first encouraged. But the contributors, interesting as they are on their own account, are only the more vociferous minority in the column audience. Readers all like to feel somebody on the paper is a familiar friend whether they'll ever see him or not. People are like that. Class or mass circulation, they're all people. So are all the boys on the newspaper, be hind the cold black type; only most of them don't get a chance to be seen singing at their oars. The columnist has this chance. And that, I think, is that. I MIGHT add one word to those of my late colleagues who may per haps be slightly worried that one of their happy number is so unexpectedly at liberty. It is this. Pick your fire escape now, boys, but don't worry about the insurance. Pal, thar's friends in them thar colyums. NOTE: Peter Koch, whose portraits of the Town's leading columnists illustrate Mr. Atwater's article, came to his present favor among portrayable personages by way of introductory study at the Cincinnati Academy, an instructorship at the Univer sity of Minnesota and a widely varied academic and practical experience in Chi cago. Counsel to manufacturers in matters of design and color harmony of their prod ucts, advocate of the principle that all manufactured things may as well be made beautiful, Mr. Koch's talent ranges over a multiplicity of subjects and manifests itself in unexpected places, notably in a number of the Boulevard's most strikingly modern interiors. 12 TUECUICAGOAN Distinguished Chicagoans A SEQUENCE OF PORTRAITS by J. H. E. Clark Bertha Baur: Law, business, society, politics, the busy Bertha takes them in her stride; a widow who increased her two million dollar mite by many millions, to make her daughter at her debut the wealthiest girl in Town; defeated candi date for Congress, but a power to be reck oned with in the G. O. P. of Illinois, crony of queens, whip of politicians, and gracious matron withal. Mary Hastings Bradley: Exploress ex traordinary who knows whereof she writes; collector of lions and elephants and African trophies envied of museums, and author of books authentically adventurous; the mother who went down to the jungle with her five-year-old daughter and brought her back unscathed to follow maternal pen- prints with her own successful juvenile Alice in Jungleland. Stuyvesant Peabody: Modest, unpre tentious plutocrat; one scion of wealth and power who continues diligently in the aggrandizement of inherited busi nesses and mines; collector of famous prints and first editions, earnest student of labor unions and worker for better indus trial management; the president of Lincoln Fields and local leader in the sport of kings. -m;;:3s;:«-s" Robert Maynard Hutchins: Prodigy of prexies, already beloved by the youthful and the aged after masterfully striding through his first half year on the Midway; at thirty, administrator of the vast activi ties of the University of Chicago and widely admired authority on education; witty, tactful, unassuming and able diplo mat in a fiercely critical spotlight. Walter Dill Scott: A dazzling effi ciency in organization and an active sym pathy with the individual, focused on the complex affairs of Northwestern's campus; a pioneer in the difficult field of industrial engineering, awarded the Distinguished Service Medal for directing the personnel work of the Army during the War; author of the standard books on psychology, ad vertising, and management of personnel; an irresistible force in the making of a greater university. TUECUICAGOAN 13 Will the World Come to the Fair? A RESOUNDING REPLY TO AN EXTREMELY VITAL QUESTION By Lloyd Lewis NOTE: Sociologists, civic leaders, pub lic-spirited business men with purse in hand, casual onlookers and mere citizens have asked and answered the above ques tion with a vigor not inevitably indicative of assurance. Opinions have been some what preponderantly affirmative, but direct evidence and substantiative logic (and here, we suspect, is explanation of the loud talk ing) has been disturbingly sketchy. So be lieved Mr. Lewis when, last year, he com pleted in Europe work begun here, in col laboration with Henry Justin Smith, on Chicago- -The History of Its Reputation, eminently the most distinguished of the dec ade's innumerable volumes pertaining to the Town. Another purpose of his tour, then, became the collecting of this direct evidence lacked by studious stay-at-homes and eloquent but unequipped hopers for the best. Mr. Lewis now submits his con clusions in what we believe to be the most significant article on the subject ever written. "ANY Chicagoan venturing afield #1 these days goes with the certainty that he is to be twitted about the perils of existence in his home town. In past decades he expected to be joked about the windiness of his city and of its citizens, just as Philadelphians went about always prepared to be taunted with their habitual drowsiness. But where Philadelphians met — and still meet — their tormentors with somnam bulistic stares, Chicagoans used to answer jibes with glee, as though they felt the accusations themselves to be at bottom compliments to the aggres sive energy of the Northwestern metropolis. Today this attitude seems no longer characteristic. Now Chicagoans, in the face of twittings, are apt to be come belligerent and to roll from their tongues1 ends a flow of statistics which they hope will prove how artistic, cul tural and accomplished the city has become in spite of its criminal gangs. A modern Chicagoan may laugh at the common story that travelers are timid about entering the city, but he laughs neither very long nor very loud, and he turns quickly to argue the virtues of the place. He wonders if all these international jokes about Chicago's gun-ridden streets are not, in reality, far more serious than they sound. He thinks to himself, "Maybe the world is really afraid to come to Chicago." All of which led one Chicagoan, last summer, to test the matter, and to ask Europeans if they would come to Chi cago's World Fair in 1933. THROUGH France, Italy, the Lowlands, England and Ireland the question was put to random ac quaintances, to hotel porters, clerks, taxi-drivers, merchants, counts, states men, policemen, librarians, tourist agents, lawyers and, quite likely, to thieves. Care was taken in most cases to conceal the fact that the questioner was a Chicagoan, lest the Europeans modify their answers out of politeness. The question, too, was put in a time when Chicago's reputation for violence was particularly bad, due to the uni versal excitement over the massacre of the "Bugs" Moran gang in a garage the previous February. London newspapers published a photograph of these seven murdered gunmen lying in their bloody windrow, and captioned the picture, "The World's Fair City of 1933." News of this Chicago horror seemed to have run through all stratas of European society, exactly as did news of the great Chi cago fire of 1871 and the Haymarket riot of 1885. For a half dozen years Europe had been reading of Chicago's gangland wars, of killings done in broad daylight on the city streets, and this "Massacre of St. Valentine's Day" only served to point up for them a recognized condition. Quite naturally, Europeans have been asking Chicago travelers questions about the famous city, "How many people have you seen killed?" or "Do you always carry a pistol when you go out?" They are as curious about Chicago as Chicago itself was curious about the Wild A*i <ivl«s \AitoeC' 14 TUECUICAGOAN Western plains forty years ago. It seemed fair, then, to inquire how far their curiosity and horror went — would they aome to Chicago to the Fair? CERTAINLY they would come, if they had the money! Yes, mon sieur, they would like it, indeed. It was the one place in the United States they wanted to see most, Chicago, then Yellowstone. Those two places were most, often mentioned, with Chicago the favorite by vast odds. Chicago "the wild place" — as they frequently called it — was seemingly all the more magnetic because of its reputation. "The Italian people who have money will come," said a Fascisti chief tain. "That same thing is true all over Europe. But will European govern ments and museums send their treas ures to a place where they might be stolen? That is the question. We, who are informed, know that your murders are only the criminals fighting among themselves, killing each other, and that our exhibits would be safe, but sus picions are funny things. They some times mislead wise men." "The French people will come, those who can afford the trip," said a states man in Paris. "We are not travelers, as you and the English. Our people, they rarely tour beyond Paris, but more of them would go to see Chicago than any other place over the sea, and they would rather see Chicago than to see the exposition." "Chicago? Why, yes! I'm planning to go there myself, to work at the Fair," said an English guide for the American Express in Nice. "I've a great interest in the place. It must be a show in itself. I've heard Germans visiting here talk of Chicago as 'the wild place,' and saying how they should enjoy seeing it. It's the same with all nationalities. Do you know the excitement of Chicago really at tracts: them? Certainly, they're a bit nervous, but that only draws them on, you see." < i A SK the porter if he's ever heard i\ of Chicago," said the inquiring tourist to a hotel clerk in Lucerne and, after an explosion of German between the hostelry men, the clerk said, "He says, 'Ah, yes! He has heard much of it!" "Ask him hmr he'd like to go there — would he be afraid?" pressed the American. Again the explosions, then the clerk translated, "He would go. He has heard about your prohibition, but he reads that men fight over beer and whisky in, Chicago, so he knows there is much to drink in Chicago. He would like to see those gangs." "Chicago's reputation would only bring the Irish to it more than ever," said a university professor in Dublin. "Our educated people know your city well, they wonder at your gang wars, but they think them no more than the excessive spirits and energy of a tre mendous young town caught in the problem of prohibition. The city sounds interesting always. Our uneducated classes, particularly the young men, want to come of course where there is so much excitement." "I would enjoy to see the gangs and the city; I would not go for the Fair," said an English-speaking Holland waiter in Amsterdam. "The newspapers they say one may sit in the theater and see the gangsters in evening clothes beside you in Chi cago," said the lady behind a public library desk in Paris. "That would be very interesting to see — so strange. And is it true that the gangsters never hurt innocent people? I have heard that. They kill each other? It must be exciting to look at the tall buildings and the business houses and think that behind all this civilization are men with pistols killing each other." So it went, through all answers to the question, the city emerging, ironi cally, as all the more alluring because of its desperate fame. OF some thirty persons questioned, not one indicated that he would stay away from Chicago because of its reputation for violence, and all but four or five seemed eager to see the town where they imagined one might expect to see any day so much that was thrilling. All of which is only another of those repetitions which history presents. It merely demonstrates that Europeans today look upon Chicago as their fathers looked upon it in the decade immediately preceding the World's Columbian Exposition in 1893. When foreign populations thought of Chicago in the late 1880's they thought of vio lence; they thought of dynamite bombs blowing squads of police and street- crowds into •eternity; they thought of labor strikers firing bullets and bricks at the law, of troops fresh from Indian wars on the plains, marching in to restore order. They thought of an archists rocking Haymarket Square with explosives, of armies of Pinkerton detectives fighting proletarian mobs with drawn revolvers. Europe, in those days, itself trembling before the vague menace of the Anarchists who had bombed Czars and princes, knew Chicago as the place where the inter national "fiends" had repeatedly struck at- the New World government. And yet, with all this evil repute about it, Chicago was visited by thou sands and thousands of Europeans when the doors of the World's Fair flung open in 1893. European gov ernments sent art treasures, historic exhibits, their most cherished displays to be housed in the Western town. They sent rare statues and canvases, priceless heirlooms which Chicago guarded well even if it did not appre ciate them as heartily as it did that more celebrated Asiatic importation, "Little Egypt," the hootchie-cootchie dancer whose contortions in Midway side-shows was to alter the whole scheme of entertainment in America. TO be completely candid, it must be said that the inquiring tourist came home with the conviction that Chicago's reputation for crime, exag gerated though it may be, will serve to draw great crowds of foreigners to the World's Fair in 1933. It will bring thousands who never gave a thought to attending Philadelphia's Sesquicentennial and whose interest in the new Exposition will be secondary to the thought of seeing Chicago. As a matter of fact Chicago's ill- fame today is partially the result of a very general European disposition to romance about American savagery. So phisticated, well-tamed, crowded and card-indexed Europeans have always thrilled to the thought that Americans are far more barbaric and free than is humanly possible. Over a century ago the reading populations abroad recog nized but one American author, Feni- more Cooper, and they recognized him not because he was a literary artist but because he told the gory, gaudy tales of Red Indian wars. Buffalo Bill's "Wild West Show" was a rhapsody to Europeans, and Old Colonel Cody was a dream of romance. Jack London's red-blooded stories of Herculean law- [continued on opposite page] TUECUICAGOAN 15 Nightlight Saving FROM A LETTER TO THE EDITOR By Texas Guinan YOUR lovely story in the Chica goan has been brought to my at tention and I want you to know just how pleased I was with it. Chicago is always kind to me and my present visit is happier than ever. But at that I had some good times here in the old days. Quite a few years past, when Tom Chamale's Green Mill Gardens was the only home of night club at mosphere in Chicago and I was a west ern cowgirl rider, in town with the 101 Ranch Rodeo, I was asked to make an appearance at the Gardens. The preparations were made and I rode into the cabaret on a large white horse. The horse, not being used to the slip pery dance floor, balked. To keep order I shot a few blank cartridges on the floor and the guests hied for safety to the balconies. When the horse quieted down he proceeded to collect the sugar from the various tables, which did not add to the comfort of the guests who were less acquainted with the ways of horses than I. (That's when I used horses to frighten people. Now I do it with the check.) I con tinued to fire stage "blanks" and the police came rushing to the scene, but it all ended happily for we got the guests back to their seats, gave them a cover charge, and returned the horse to his stable. Both Frances White and Lenore Ulric were guests at this scene — and did not run. Another amusing episode of my pre vious Chicago appearances was the ex' citement I started at the Sherman Hotel, which Frank Bering, the present manager, probably remembers pain fully. A very beautiful diamond ring had been given to me but the one from whom I received the gift had stirred me to a very high pitch and in a moment of emotionalism I took the ring and threw it on the floor. I threw it with such force that the stone fell out of the mounting. I had intended to return the ring but I suddenly thought of Peggy Joyce and knew she would cut me dead if she heard the story, so I decided to keep the ring. I found it but couldn't find the stone, though I hunted all over the room. As a last resort I took a match and looked under neath the bed. The mattress caught fire and soon the entire room was filled with smoke. The general cry went up : "Guinan is setting the hotel on fire" but I found the stone. ALTHOUGH my present visit in f\ Chicago has had no moments as exciting as these, I have been wonder fully stirred by the Chicago Civic Opera. Mary Garden has certainly stood out to me. Her voice, her acting, and her showmanship all are a marvel. In fact, I think that the school teachers of Chicago should be willing to give up their jobs for her for she is an edu cation in itself— they don't get paid for their jobs anyway. Another memory which I shall al ways retain is the lovely way in which the Chicagoans — those who are still alive — are receiving me this time. The town has been kind to me in so many ways that I cannot enumerate all of them, unless you let me fill a whole edition of your magazine. A pet weak ness of this trip is a talented young artist of this city who I think will go far — in a nice way. It is my hope to steal him for New York when I re turn, after my engagement here termi nates. Believe me, I know my artists. My first husband was an artist and he is still drawing on me. (The name of the artist who is not my husband is Nat Karson of the Chicagoan staff.) I NOT only know my artists, but I know my Chicago. I have met some charming ladies and gentlemen — I hope. I also know that Marshall Field's is not a playground and that Clark and McCullough is not a street corner. In Scotland a penny is rolled down the center of the main street and it is in this fashion that the census is taken. Perhaps they do the same thing in Chi cago — hence the shooting wave. Then, too, I understand the shooting is to help the overcrowded hotel situation. Would you like to have me recite? When I came out to Chicago I heard a lot of tal\, About ike hard-boiled gangsters who ma\e you wal\ the chal\; "Now one of these real he-men, I would really li\e to get, For 1 loo\ beneath my bed each night, and haven t found one yet. IT'S A LIE! Yours yesterday, today, and tomor row — Texas Guinan. WILL THE WORLD COME TO THE FAIR? [begin on page 13} lessness sold tremendously all over Europe. Uncle Tom's Cabin, describ ing lawlessness in another field, out sold any other American book in trans lated form. American cowboy films have been, from the first, the favorite cinema fare of Europeans, although the new gunman pictures have vied with them increasingly in the last three years. TO Europeans forever oppressed by caste, by; soldiers and gendarmes, by strict laws forbidding ownership of firearms, the thought of Americans wielding rifles and pistols and machine guns, against Indians or cow-rustlers or rival gangsters, has been romantic. And, as the frontier passed and the lawless Klondike was forgotten, Chi cago's gangsters and bombers have come to make the city in foreign eyes the ex pression of America. Chicago, today, is the lineal descendant of Leatherstocking and Buf falo Bill and London's "Sea Wolf." With its over-dramatized machine-gun battles, it fits the patterns into which foreigners, long ago, cast imaginary America. The Wild West is dead but Chicago "the wild place" still lives. 16 TUtCUICAGOAN Spring or "Love, Your Magic Spell is Everywhere" By Gaba Russell, of near-Evanston, ain't never been to no college but owns a collegiate Ford and tells his love, Steam-heated Stella, "They can do a lot with ma chinery, but they still make love by hand." Love's Magic Spell on 22nd street is a shade deeper than anywhere else except 23rd street. Cupid, himself, of course Love on Halsted street is just as dee-vine, but the hands play a less romantic part. The original pair of Gold Coast honey- mooners carry it off with a bit more swank, but it's the same idea. TUECWICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK THE FORD MUSE • TWINS INSURANCE • STORM SIGNALS SLAVIC WIT • E. J. TOBIN • A NEW GAMBLE TIP REGULATIONS • THE MASSEE FIND Henry Ford's secretary has been in town, not to survey the automo tive industry or look over aviation prospects, but for the sole purpose of straightening out his employer's per sonal bank account. Some time ago Mr. Ford decided he would like to have a pipe organ in his home. It was ordered from a local manufacturer. Months passed before the specially con structed instrument was delivered and installed. Mr. Ford and his whole family were delighted with the addition to their household. The selling agents received fervent letters of appreciation, and were asked for a complete list of names of all the workmen and tech nicians who had had a part in making the organ. The returned list included almost everyone in the factory from president to shipping clerk. Nothing more was heard for several weeks, un til a morning's mail brought a flood of hundred dollar checks from Henry Ford, one for each name on the list, enclosed with an individual letter of appreciation. Since the surprised and pleased recipients were loath to part with their Ford signatures, many of the checks were framed or tucked away in family albums. Puzzled by the large number of outstanding checks, Mr. Ford's secretary came down to investi gate and finally adjusted matters by marking the checks void and paying equivalent amounts in cash. So the Ford account is straight and the organ people eat their cake and have it, too. TWINS AND CALAMITIES Leaping into the breach at just the right moment, a bright lad from an insurance company made the rounds after the stock decline and sold a few wads of "debt insurance," which was a new, and welcome, one to us. It started us wondering. The foresight of insurance companies is in triguing, we find upon looking further into the matter. There just isn't any emergency that finds them unpre pared. Expectant mothers (and fathers) are insured so that if twins appear in stead of the lone heir, the additional money required is promptly forthcom ing. Eyeglasses can be, and fre quently are, insured, subject, of course, only to replacement. Forms of beauty insurance are common, indemnifying not only for loss of business opportu nity (being thrown out of Ziegfeld's chorus) but for mental anguish as well. Then again, your barber is in sured against cutting off your nose in a moment of abstraction and your hairdresser against sending your wife home with a bald pate after her per manent. The rating of talent is impressive on insurance sheets. Billy de Beck, Sidney Smith, Gaar Williams, Frank King, Harold Gray and Frank H. Willard are insured in a company operating here, each for $100,000 or more, against injury to the hand that gives us our daily comic. Conductor Frederick Stock carries a huge amount to cover his ability to wield the baton. Surgeons and other prominent folk protect themselves similarly by insur ing the ability or member that makes them great. Jacques Gordon insures his fingers; Dr. Henry Wilkinson of the University of Chicago insures his also, for a different reason; Samuel Insull, John Hertz, Raphael Sabatini, and many others guard themselves against a lapse in creative ability or conditions that would prevent contin ued production. Many wealthy families, it develops, are protected against liability for dam age to others by policies which in clude everything from automobile ac cidents to the explosion of a cigarette lighter and the poke of an umbrella. Sir Galahad, the famous racer, is cov ered to the amount of $150,000, and animals at the Chicago Zoo are all protected against death and injury. Fifteen million dollars represents the coverage of one private art collection in town. And, finally, a local politician re cently applied for a policy that guaran teed his election or the salary of the office in the event of defeat, but the underwriters decided that might estab lish a dangerous precedent and refused the application. FRATERNAL At the punctiliously dignified Blackstone a tea guest moved the check-room girl to friendly comment recently. As he presented the check for his hat she caught the gleam of an Annapolis ring. "Your ring is almost like mine," she said, thrusting her hand out for in spection. The naval officer looked and it was indeed of striking similarity, though- her's was inscribed, "Industrial Shipbuilder's Union." They beamed upon each other fraternally and she firmly refused to be tipped. PETRUSHKA NIGHTS Just before the Civic Opera Com- pany embarked upon its current tour the Opera Ballet gave a dinner dance at the Petrushka Club in honor of their ballet master. During the festivities Signor Polacco was called upon for a speech and made one, in tones so low that none at the surrounding tables might eavesdrop. However, one gen tleman from Indiana, fraternally in clined, listened intently to the murmur and when the Maestro finished, before any in the opera group had time to applaud, a deep voice boomed across: "I accept the nomination!" It was on another evening that the stern Khmara, master of ceremonies, was interrupted repeatedly by an in ebriated guest who bumped about and 18 TUECUICAGOAN talked busily all the time. Khmara, to whom the show is sacred, bowed low to the offender and with a sweeping gesture suggested: "Sir, perhaps you would like to per form for us?" "Thanks, no," came the answer. "I can't. I work for Mr. Shubert and he won't let me." Believing the guest was silenced Khmara continued with his introduc tory story. Again he was interrupted, this time by a remark slightly off-color and distinctly irksome to the meticulous master of the Club. He bowed low again and said cuttingly: "Does Mr. Shubert give you per mission to say that?" This time the silence was lasting. BRIDGE KING It was Sidney Lenz who asserted recently, during a lull in the post mortems of the C. A. A. cardroom, that Edward Jerningham Tobin is the Town's best bridge player. We do not claim to be authorities on the matter, but "E. J." does do rather handsomely in the business of upholding the local reputation among national giants of the game. Though not a commuter, he averages six bridge games every twenty four hours. He has been playing auction since 1907, the year the game was in troduced in Chicago. He is a director of the American Bridge League, presi dent of the Chicago Whist Association, and if the cups he has won in bridge carnivals were all filled with suitable libations it would be a pleasure. This year he holds forth as usual at the annual Carnival of the Chicago Whist Association, with which devotees of the quaint early American custom of whist annually do reverence to the memory of that great whist champion, George Washington. For the past ten years Mr. Tobin and his partner, Dr. Frank E. Cheeseman, have successfully proved themselves local whist champions and worthy followers of the Washingtonian tradition. Tobin has for years conducted news paper columns and classes on the game but only once authored a book of bridge rules, a singular reticence in so conspicuous a member of the Kibitzer Club. He maintains that a certain amount of kibitzing, a gentlemanly post-mortem, is the life of the game. Not wider financial opportunity, but the wider opportunity for this intellec tual interchange is what has attracted old-time poker players to bridge. "Ninety per cent of the things said at the bridge table are forgotten in two minutes," he says. "More important than taking criticism in the spirit in which it is given is to give it in a whole hearted sporting spirit." A mathematical mind, he admits, is a great help and his own gets pretty thorough discipline daily at his desk in the county comptroller's office. But card sense is the really vital thing and that may be developed. It is the Tobin position that the normally intelligent may be taught how to bid in twenty minutes and may learn the most im portant thing in bridge — how to make an opening bid— in five minutes. But the actual play — well, it may be years and it may be never. Asked about other card games Mr. Tobin declared that a German game called "skat" is the next best thing to bridge. Skat is something like pinochle, which he rates third in interest. "Though really, now that I think of it, the team-of-four whist game is the most delightful of all games of cards." Papa Tobin is teaching his sons to be bridge players, but Mrs. Tobin doesn't care for bridge. Which may explain why he thinks people forget in two minutes the criticism they hear at the bridge table. WORLD WELL LOST The fall that followeth after pride has been a prolific source of amusement among the fellow club members of a well known military man about town. The colonel was grieved by the fact that the club library, an otherwise splendid example of the dec orator's art, possessed no globe. He introduced the matter at several suc cessive board meetings. At first the directors took it lightly. One of them remarked, in the traditional manner, that no one ever went into the library except to dust it. Wrong, contra dicted another; he went there fre quently for a nap. A third attempted to end the discussion by declaring that the library was a closed book. At last, however, the colonel's tongue proved itself at least as mighty as his sword. The directors surrendered, voted the addendum to the library, and appointed Coquette Banker Waiter the colonel a committee of one to buy the globe. He worked long and seri ously at the job and finally placed the order for an instrument of beauty and accuracy. Every day thereafter he in quired if the globe had been delivered. When, at last, it had been installed, he TUCCUICAGOAN 19 «t~..:» Usher Conductor SIGNALS C3y Sandor NOTE: Sandor's remarkable de velopment of the single-brush-stroke technique, here employed in noting gestures that are an urban language unto themselves, has brought a new world to his already congested door. Sandor visualizes his subject, steps to easel and strokes swiftly nor re constructs a line; if a picture is not completed in ninety seconds it is dis carded. Eastern galleries just now are clamoring for an even more rapid production. hurried to the library arid stopped. speechless with delight, on the thres hold. Circling the globe was a group of young club members, heads bent, voices eager and excited. The colonel dashed to the card room, and collecting all the board members who were dummy Sophisticate at the moment, rushed them to the library. The globe was still the object of close attention. The colonel spread his hands in an expressive gesture. "Now you see," he said simply. It was a moment of supreme satisfac tion. But one of the directors was cursed with extreme intellectual curi osity. He crossed the room in order to learn just why the globe was being so honored. As he approached he saw that it was revolving with realistic velocity to cries of "Come on, Amer ica!" "Hail, Britannia!" "Lafayette, are you there?" and a final exultant, "Yea, Central Europe!" when Germany and Austria appeared on top as the globe stopped spinning, and a consider able amount of money changed hands. WHAT HAVE YOU? Labor union meetings are usually secretive and minutes are rarely pub lished. However, from time to time there is a leakage from the inside. The latest news concerns a Chicago asso ciation of waiters. During a recent meeting the question of tips arose — just how much should a diligent waiter receive and what acknowledgment should he make to the restaurant guest for his generosity? After a heated dis cussion the brothers decided that if tips are small they will take the gratuity in a very casual manner, saying nothing to the guest. For a moderate tip the donor is to receive a polite "thank you." But for a generous tip the wait ers have agreed to bring forth a "thank you very much" and to assist the diner into his overcoat. No tip at all, we suppose, would entitle the waiter to the overcoat. WOBBLIES The soap box orator, like the robin, is a seasonal phenomenon. In the winter he hies himself south and westward, be it no farther than 1618 West Madison Street, the Assembly Hall of the Independent Workers of the World. Here the tired radicals hold forth, singing, out of crimson song books, anarchistic variations of every thing from the Star Spangled Banner to The Lord Is My Shepherd and See ing K[ellie Home, their enthusiasm cov ering a multitude of pitches. Here, the West Side factory worker meets with guest speakers from Towertown, to settle to the complete satisfaction of both the fate of property and the end of labor. It is a mild fate and a mild end which they decree, for the I. W. W. of the Haymarket Riots is a tired 20 TUECUICACQAN old man now who has trans mitted to his sons all his theories but none of the fire which he burned out in his own youth, so that what was once a men ace has degene rated into ba nana stalk routs and boo choruses. According to the tradition of the Wobbly, the origin of his nickname lies in the inability of a Chinaman to pronounce the letter W, so that when he referred to the organization he called it the I Wobble Wobble, the Wobbly. The senior Wobbly is com monplace enough. What was fanatic ism to his father has dwindled into an avocational interest to him, and into entertainment for his children. His feeling is that the millenium will come, but it is too far away to get excited about. The Junior Wobbly Union at 1653 South Throop Street is the most inter esting bit in the whole situation. Though the Junior Wobblies go to school every Sunday afternoon at two o'clock, the heaviest attendance is not found in the classroom but at the weekly dances held in the I. W. W. Hall every Saturday evening. There the young white hopes of the Inde pendent Workers of the World gather in neighborhood dress shop and haber dashery duplicates of Paris and London fashions and dance to jazz tunes culled from the theme songs of the cinema, bulwark of capitalism. EXPLORATION San Salvador was the port for the day and night. There was a deep purpose, a burning desire to reveal the unknown, behind their reason for stopping at this little island. Burt Massee and his contemporaries on the historic cruise aboard Count von Lucknow's sailing vessel last summer are willing to tell it all now. They were informed at the port DAVID LEVITT made a merry evening merrier as the Rake of 1890 that many miles away, in an almost inaccessible spot, a statue of Colum bus commemorated his arrival in America in 1492. In fact, declared one of the two white men on the island, the intrepid Richard Halli- burton had found the statue a few weeks before. "It is very difficult to get there," they were informed. "Still, if you are willing to en dure hardships, take six miles by water, then six miles on foot, you, too, will find it. No one really understands how the statue was planted there." The cruising party asked if the statue were large and the answer was that it was only life-size. Well, then, the vigorous Mr. Massee decided, it would be a splendid idea to hunt out the forgotten figure and bring it back to port where all future visitors could view it with ease. The island inhabitants were enthusiastic. Arrangements were made with great attention to detail. Some fifty natives were to man boats to tote the statue back af ter the explor ing party found it. The crowd gath ered and the whole island hummed with energy. A life boat was pre pared to carry the rescuers of Columbus to the distant scene. It was stowed with spades, pick axes, and pos sibly refresh ing bottles. The party dined sumptuously on the yacht as a prelude to the night's work — the dis covery was to be made by moonlight. When they started for the lifeboat it SHE who got paid for her gaiety THE GREEN MO' BALL A Final Touch, by Phil Neshitt NOTE: This final touch to his pictorial satire of the 29-30 season was Mr. Nesbitt's departing gesture to a Town he knows and enjoys as do few of its year-'round com mentators. From California, where he will tarry on his way to the inevitable South Seas, the artist will return sketches of the increas ingly extensive Chicago colony there. MR. and MRS. ROBERT PIJZEL were harrassed as "pheasants" forced to flee by a gentleman with a salt-shaker was gone. Consternation reigned. To his extreme irritation Count von Lucknow sighted the boat loaded with the Cap tain, his wife and several members of the crew, as well as a store of sand wiches and beer, far down the shore on picnic bent. A rescue party set out for the lifeboat, but the picknickers • thought it was a race and, all in good fun, sped on into the night. The pur suing party gave up. However, the night was young, so the tenacious exploring party equipped another boat. Most of the TUECNICACOAN 21 feminine members of the cruise had retired, but Mr. Massee, Carveth Wells the explorer, Mac Barclay, the Count, and one lady, set out as dawn approached. They caught up with the natives and trekked dauntlessly the FRANK BRECKENRIDGE achieved a great zest for his role of lusty, milk-drinking Roman six miles overland. During the trek they discovered that none of the island inhabitants had ever really seen the statue and an uneasy feeling that the whole thing might be a myth began to pervade the party. But just as the rising sun started to streak the sky they arrived on the sandy, rocky bit of coastland. Yes, the rock was there, on which 'tis said Columbus first set foot. No statue. But in the rock, fastened securely, was a nice bronze plate: "In Memory, The Chicago Record-Herald, 1893." VETERAN Evanstonians are wont to pride themselves on so many unique char acteristics of their community that it is rather surprising to find them un aware of a notable "first" in their midst. A quiet citizen of the north shore suburb is the man who fired the first shot in the Civil War; the first, that is, after the one that started it all at Fort Sumter. When President Lincoln issued his call for 75,000 volunteers one of the first regiments to respond was the Sixth Massachusetts Infantry. One of the companies in that regiment was from Harvard College and in that company marched Private John H. Cummings. The way of the regiment lay through Baltimore, where the troops were to change cars for Washington. Just out side the city they were held up by a report that the governor of Maryland had given orders to permit no federal soldiers to pass through the state. Nevertheless they detrained, only to find themselves faced by a howling, hostile mob. As the troops advanced across the city to the station where they were to entrain for Washington, bricks, stones and other missiles were show ered on them from the roofs of the buildings. Captain Jones, at the head of the Harvard company, fell to the pavement badly injured, the mayor of Baltimore was struck, men dropped on every hand. The company halted and the men shouted: "Give us the order to fire Cap. For God's sake let us fire." Since Cummings had seen the Captain fall he took matters into his own hands and fired his musket. The shot was the signal for a volley from his company. The mob scattered, the company struck a double-quick to the station with no more opposition and reached Washington on schedule. After the war, Cummings, as a civil engineer, had a part in building Union Pacific across the plains. Part of his duty was the collection of money for freight shipped to the end of the line to be forwarded by wagon. There were no banks, no depositories, and the job of protecting fifteen or twenty thousand dollars in cash in lawless pio neer country was a ticklish one. Now, a hale and vigorous eighty- five, he lives modestly with his son, the Chicago lawyer of the same name, and his part in the first shooting of the war is practically unknown, except to his associates in the G. A. R. whose uni form he wears on Memorial Day. REPORT We regret to report that at press time no alert citizen has come upon the third English word ending, like "tremendous" and "stupendous," in "dous." We add, because so many have asked, that it's a wholly common word, no combination of words or no hyphenation, and that it is used al most daily by the very best people. If this suspense continues another fort night we'll end all by telling it, and the shame be upon your heads. AS THE PHOTO GS saw it all through their lenses 22 TUECUICACOAN B L A' Words by Wilha* { NOTE: Mr. Karson, whose art* breezy years, adds to an inherited glasses you noted in the Stadt H«« comprehension of the life metrop* Zurich birthplace was bounded I by that competent horseman— co^W medals won in hours filched M their various drawing room?. tr«a-i man, Esther Ralston, Eddie Cantor. mention but a few. About twM I summarize the contemporary stag' MR. BOYDEN'S reviews of plays encountered in the fort night at close appear on page 26. Page 2 purveys general in formation useful in arranging to view them. Erin O Brien Moore and Horace Brahm alone at last on the stoop of Street Scene Charlotte Granville warns Francine Larrimore Let Us not Be too Gay, as one heart is better than three. TUECUICAGOAN 23 r^ ZKO UTS 1 ¦ Boyden Mosaic by Nat Karson JS have been a sparkling feature of this magazine over two « Wenia Kosa Rinsky, his immediate forebear, did those stained ;fT:'n y°ur *"* c,r«;uit of *e Continent) a keenly American I ii u IMrS°?f ht? thea,tr,lc- Mr. Karson's very early youth-his left by Max Oser s, and his first horseback ride was supervised the u*ual parental resistance to an artistic ambition, but a dozen J M were not without persuasive weight. And so come to adorn Kar*on portraits of Mary Garden, Ethel Barrymore, Paul White- ;il <£•»«"«». the Brothew Marx and the unforgettable Guinan to ly Mr. Karson catches up on his firstnighting and enables us to V«)U thus delightfully. Margaret Perry finds a Strictly Dis honorable teddy- bear less satisfac tory than the strictly honorable baritone, Edward Raquello. Arousing a male chorus of hfty, Fritzi Scheff drums up trade for Mile. Modiste and drums herself into the hearts of Alan Brooks and Nathaniel Wagner Charles Hickman, the young British Lord of Bird in Hand, illustrates why England wins her battles on the crick fields of Eton 24 TUECUICAGOAN CHICAGOANS THE PREXY OF COUPON COLLEGE By Norman Klein MR. LASKER has always been in tensely interested in sports. It was he who suggested Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis as baseball's arbiter, when public distrust was fast under mining the great national pastime. With his friend, William Wrigley, he has been the proud owner of the Chi cago Cubs. His enthusiasm for golf led him to build a million-dollar private course on his Mill Road Farm, a half mile west of Waukegan Road at Everett, 111. It is eighteen holes, with a championship length of 6,907. Johnny Farrell played the course and cried, "One of the twelve best in the United States." C. A. Tregillus, the international turf authority, who superintends the Lasker play yard, experiments with grasses from New Zealand, Vienna, England, Prince Edward Island, South America, the West Indies, but favors Virginia bent grass for the Mill Road putting green. Vice President Charley Curtis, an occasional visitor, strolls pensively around the estate, murmurs, "I don't like golf. Why didn't Albert make it a private race course?" BUT that is not what I started out to say. They tell a story of Albert D. Lasker, when he was a young man in Galveston. He had organized a box ing smoker. The chief attraction was some Dixie fire eater, a champ heavy weight of renown. Young Lasker was happy. He announced to the press, "The house is sold out." The day of the big fight came. The champ was due on the 10:25. Every body was at the station to see the wal loper. At last the train came in. Lasker, who still was in his 'teens, was more thrilled than the rest. And there, on the steps of the smoking car, scowl ing and huge, stood the sock king of Dixie. "What a man! What a mauler. Look at that broken nose," exclaimed the young promoter. He turned in his excitement to the man at his side— who happened to be the local pride who was scheduled that night to face the champ in the ring. But there was no admiration in the local pride's eyes. NOTE: The first part of Mr. Klein's article was published in the February 15 issue. Lasker gripped his arm. "What's the matter, Ed?" "I feel sick," Ed said. The crowd now was milling around the celebrity, Lasker was separated from his local Big Boy— and when the 10:25 pulled out Big Boy was aboard. The young promoter didn't discover the loss until late afternoon. He was in a panic. He raced around Galveston, pleading with every man who'd ever clutched a boxing glove to fill in on the main card of the evening. But they had all glimpsed the champ. They said no. Lasker became desper ate. He couldn't let that smoker turn out a flop. His harried mind seised on an idea. He ran to the basement of the hall where the fight was to be held. The janitor was a big, smiling black man. % "Jack!" pleaded Lasker. "Jack, d'you want to make $25 easy, tonight?" The big negro said he did, he surely did. "All right," Lasker said, "I want you to take Ed's place and go in there against the champ." But the janitor said he, too, had seen the Dixie fire eater get off the train. "—Not that I can't lick him," the janitor added. "All right! Ill make it $50!" Lasker said. And that night the Lasker dark horse went in and tore the much-touted champ to pieces. He knocked him goofy in the second. The janitor's name was Jack Johnson. He later became the heavyweight cham pion of the world. MR. LASKER— and this is the point of my tale, reader — has been picking 'em ever since. Picking winners, that is. From the time he A. D. Lasker came up to Chicago thirty-odd years ago until the present, this forty-nine- year-old proprietor of the advertising house of Lord &? Thomas and Logan has discovered and developed prima donnas. More heads of significant ad' vertising businesses have come from his agency than any other firm. The Lord & Thomas alumni, as we call one an other pleasantly, are writing advertis ing copy in leading agencies the world over, or owning agencies, or publish ing newspapers or magazines. Little wonder that "A. D." is called Prexy of Coupon College. (It is the coupon, popularised by "A. D.," that is the modern advertisement's talisman, its in dex of pulling power.) Goodness knows how many millions of dollars worth of their clients' prod ucts have been sold by the advertising of such "alumni" as Lou Wasey and the late Charles Erwin of the potent agency of Erwin & Wasey; Lou Cro- well of Crowell, Crain 6-? Williams; another famous Lou, L. W. Thomas of Mitchell, Faust, Dickson 6? Wieland, which also lists Paul Faust; Charles Daniel Frey; Babe Meigs, former pub lisher of the Chicago Herald-Examiner; Burton Emmett of Newell-Emmett; Dick Rothschild of Rothschild Com pany; Orr Young, now eminent in Young 6? Rubicam and once a L. &? T. copywriter; George Baker, now a crea tive photographer in Chicago; Dave Thomas of Husband 6? Thomas; Nor man Clemence, Royal Flying Corps ace; James R. Quirk, publisher of Photoplay; Frank E. Fehlman of Cal kins 6? Holden; Herbert Field, now Bernarr Macfadden's business manager; William B. Benton of the New York agency of Benton 6s? Bowles; Hill TUECUICAGOAN 25 Blackett and Frank Hummert of Blackett, Sample 6s? Hummert — and many, many others among advertising's great and near-great. I SAVED out the name of Claude C. Hopkins. Here is the Arthur Brisbane of advertising, a man who has swayed the minds of millions — in the direction of the corner grocery store, the drugstore, the showrooms on Gaso line Row. Mr. Hopkins was forty-one when "A. D." claimed him. Hopkins had made a fortune. He invited some friends to luncheon at a Chicago club; he was going to say farewell to busi ness. A young man spoke in Mr. Hopkins' ear: "Mr. A. D. Lasker of Lord & Thomas requests you to call on him this afternoon." He went, unwillingly. "A. D." handed him a $400,000 contract from the Van Camp Packing Company and said: "I have searched the country for copy. This is copy I got in New York, this in Philadelphia. I have spent thousands of dollars to get the best copy obtainable. You see the result. Neither you nor I would submit it. Now I ask you to help me. Give me three ads, which will start this cam paign, and your wife may go down Michigan Avenue to select any car on the street and have it charged to me!" Hopkins protested that he was re tiring, but vainly. As he himself has said : "So far as I know, no ordinary human being has ever resisted Albert Lasker. He has commanded what he would in this world. Presidents have made him their pal. Nothing he de sired has ever been forbidden him. So I yielded, as all do, to his persuasive ness." Hopkins went to work for Lord 6s? Thomas at $1,000 a week. He was a star salesman in print. Then "A. D." put him on a commission basis. One year he earned $185,000. Even years ago he was billed as "the highest paid ad writer in the world." He became president of the firm, and drew com missions of many thousands. During the seventeen years Hopkins was there, Mr. Lasker always let him write his own contracts. "He sometimes signed them without reading, for he believed me fair," Mr. Hopkins says. . . . "That was one great factor in my career— the confidence I engendered. That was due to my Scotch ancestry. At one time Mr. Lasker made me a trustee under his will. . . . About the only disagreements I had with Mr. Lasker referred to his desire to overpay me." li A D." pays willingly any price /!? for rich experience. He has had many. "All experience has to be paid for, but not with money," he says. One day he ques tioned the talented young head of one of the firm's branches about lengthy expense ac count. The young man replied that his duties had been heavy, his problems complex. "A. D." wrote back: "Anything in business can be achieved by spending money; but busi ness is a game. And the game con sists of making more money than your competitors think is possible." Like other clever men, he emphasises "common sense" as a smoke screen for the dull who fear his wit. His epi grams at office conferences have be come oft-quoted. He thinks in arrow flights — too fast, it seems, for his words to synchronise with his thoughts, and so he often seems to stutter, to talk in fragments of sentences . . . and expects his listeners to "get him." He goes to untold pains to win the confidence of others, even his lesser employes. He believes that "business today is s ques tion of confidence"; that the "greatest asset in business is a man's friends." His friends are in various walks of life — the big-business sort, professional men, film producers, publishers, sports men, Washington figures; such men as William Wrigley and John Herts, Samuel Goldwyn, Paul Block, Walter Teagle of Standard Oil, David Sarnoff, head of the Radio Corporation of America, "Vice President Curtis, Cyrus H. K. Curtis, Will Hays, Labor Secre tary John W. Davis, Felix Lowy, Charles Pearce, Ernst Mahler, many Chicaogans, of course. It was his friend, Arthur Brisbane, who published in his "Today" column the famous Lasker "Four IV written for the staff: Intelligence, Industry, Integrity, Intensity. This was published after Mr. Lasker returned to Chicago from Washington in 1923, when he resigned from his arduous job of Chairman of the Ship ping Board with a characteristic ges ture — the famous trial trip of the re conditioned Leviathan with half the country's notables aboard, achieving about a million dollars or so of world wide publicity for the sore-tried Ameri can merchant marine. What a job that Shipping Board chairmanship was! In June, 1921, when President Harding appointed him, Mr. Lasker went to the Capitol, surveyed the scene of disaster, and char acterised it as "the most colossal com mercial wreck the ^ -v-j^^gy world ever knew," ggggj with $300,000,000 of outstanding claims, a $16,000,000 monthly operat ing deficit. He wanted the United States mer chant fleet to be adequate for this ris ing empire's world needs, to be the second line of defense for the Ameri can Navy. And all around he saw waste, rotting vessels, padded payrolls. The first week he was there he ordered department heads to get rid of all pay roll "sleepers." But the sleeping ones were protected by Congressmen. Again Mr. Lasker ordered a housecleaning. Nothing happened. So one fine morn ing, with his assistant, Ralph V. Sollitt, now managing director of his agency, he descended on the Shipping Board offices and personally fired 621 dead- wood employees. "The time has passed when America can be called self-contained," he next told a Senate committee. "A new era in world trade has come to America. America cannot rely upon its competi tors for the delivery of its products. . . . The necessity of an established American merchant marine enters as one of the very cornerstones of our national prosperity." When Mr. Lasker returned to his cherished advertising work two years later he had cleared away much of the debris. His friend, William Hard, the Washington correspondent, thus wrote of the President's dependence on him: "Mr. Lasker came into Republican national politics in the year 1920 with wealth, amusing conversation, intense vitality, a habit of playing golf, an in clination to play bridge, a capacity for {continued on page 36} 26 TUE CHICAGOAN How the old phrase takes on new mean ing in Lloyd Cabin Quartet BERLIN STUTTGART MUENCHEN DRESDEN It means the freedom of spacious leisure, nights of repose, and escape from routine duties. *f It gives you the hospitality of a famous service, and a society gathered only for rest and pleasure. 4 It means too the ro mance of speed and the luxury of modern life on Lloyd Express BREMEN EUROPA COLUMBUS toward the delights oj your summer holi day. 130 W.Randolph St. Chicago or your local agent NORTH GERMAN LIOYD The Stage CRACKED ICE AND THIN ICE IN A SPEAKEASY By William C. Boyden TREADING the eggs of the risque and dancing between the swords of offense, Strictly Dishonorable pirouettes at the Adelphi. Here is the comedy that has set New York on fire — at ten dollars a seat. It is not en tirely clear why. Perhaps the season there has been a lean one, or the out standing acting of two or three excep tionally well cast people might account for the blase of critical sky-rockets on the eastern horizon. Here, it seems a naughty drollery, keen in spots, but no eclipse of Lonsdale and Schnitsler. Light and iridescent, it often rollicks to the very abyss of danger, seems to fall, then with finger on nose escapes and mocks. Again, it stumbles over its own flimsiness and meanders in the commonplace. Mots sparkle spasmod ically, but many fade under a lack of deft handling. The first act is different and highly provocative. Isabelle, a cuddly infant from the delta country, yammy of voice and curious by nature, becomes en gaged to Henry, a churlish ex-halfback from West Orange, New Jersey. She comes no'th to meet the folks. Look ing over New York after dark, the boy makes his big mistake. He takes the girl into one of those intimate nookeries of refreshment in the Forties— not the typical speakeasy of the drama, where sinister gunmen jostle each other and reach for hips, but a homey retreat, habitueed by Judge Dempsey, a bour- bonized chancellor, and Count Di Ruvo, a Glynnish baritone from the Metropolitan. Believe it or not, these urbane cosmopolites live conveniently on upper floors. Isabelle finds it all bewitching, very far away from Yo- cum, Mississippi, and even further from the dust of West Orange. To the Count's jaded eyes no such refresh ingly candid and adorable bit of love liness has appeared since he left Italy. He gently importunes with all the charm of Latin gracility. Henry, the Orangeman, sees the Judge as a broken down bar-fly and the Count as a sleek dago. A free-for-all quarrel flares. Henry departs, a hundred per cent of jealous young American manhood. The Count offers Isabelle the hospital ity of his apartment, avowing the in tentions indicated by the play's title — as neat a curtain line as one could ask. And so to bed. ' But it takes a whole act to get there. There are moments of piquant expectancy. Isabelle is gal lantly undressed and pajama robed in full view of the audience, without ex posing much more epidermis than our MARGARET PERRY grandmothers did in their hoop skirts. The Judge, a befogged and remonstrat ing chaperon, pops in and out. The Count dons a lounging suit worthy of Sulka. Just when we are asking our selves how the author is going to get gracefully out of this one, a cloud burst of maudlinism descends. Isa belle, overcome by the wonder of it or something, breaks into tears. Power less to withstand such innocence, the Count bolts to the Judge's diggings, leaving his prey frustratedly couched with a teddy bear. Isabelle awakens with the ashes of disillusion in her mouth, seeing Henry as the only possible alternative. But, intentions turning honorable, the Count proposes marriage and eleven children. The Judge tells Henry he need not wait. It has been suggested that a more highly polished cast might have dup- TUECUICAGOAN 27 licated the eclat of the New York pro duction. Margaret Perry plays Isa belle. A delightful youngster, with an undoubted future before her, she needs experience to handle material as fragile as here presented. Neither her voice nor her facial expression convey suf ficient nuance to get the most out of the innocent audacities assigned to her. The part shrieks for a Helen Hayes. One Edward Raquello struggles man fully to put the Count over as the ne plus ultra of continental suavity. He is good, but just misses carrying it off. Charles Richman is too experienced and competent an actor not to make a real character of the Judge, but he has been too long a leading man to fall naturally into light comedy of manners. The priggishness of Henry, offered for ob vious contrast, is tempered by the sincere work of George Meeker. The laurel wreath perches jauntily, but slightly askew. KISS ME AGAIN— AND AGAIN VICTOR HERBERT! Memories of floating waltzes with girls of long ago, dinners more toothsome and intimate through his love songs wafted from palm-sheltered orchestras, eve nings of magic in the theater, and lat terly the very air sweetened by his music. He is coming back to us now in a series of revivals at the Majestic. The first is Fritzi Scheff in Mile. Modiste. Trim and spritely after a quarter of a century, Miss Scheff gives a remark ably good performance, entirely believ able in a part demanding youth and vitality. My elders and betters must compare her singing then and now. AH I can say is that now it is good. Many a prima donna on the sunny side of thirty could use some of the feeling she gives to that loveliest song of sen timent, Kiss Me Again. Some of our present day male choruses stir less with their drinking and marching ensembles than she does with her drum in The Mascot of the Troop. The first night audience wanted it five times. She gave it to them, again and again, with untiring verve. Captious youth might take a few pot-shots. The simple story of the shop girl and the young lieutenant overcom ing avuncular opposition creaks a bit in minds softened by the intricacies of contemporary operetta plot. But it serves. The trappings of grandeur are not needed when the story sweeps along The Truth About Ulysses An Automatic Gas Water Heater Makes Every Home -Coming A Warm Welcome PENELOPE was cleaning house when a huge tramp appeared at the door. "Good Mornin', Mum," said he. "I fought in the Trojan Wars and I've been wanderin' around ever since tryin' to get my war claims adjusted. Could you help me out?" "I'll have one of my suitors throw you out," said Penelope, sweetly. "Why don't you take a bath?" "Not a bad idea," said Ulysses, for it was indeed he. "Could a fellow get one around here?" "Show him the bathroom and don't spare the hot water," said Penelope. "We have plenty with our new, au tomatic gas water heater." And when she again set eyes on him, with all the travel stains washed from his classic countenance, she recognized him at once. "Uly!" she ejaculated. "Penny," says he and he clasped her to his manly breastplate. Then so refreshed and invigorated was he by his nice hot bath, that he stepped inside and slew the four score suitors. THE PEOPLES CAS LIGHT & COKE COMPANY For the Brilliant Season "The Chicagoan" four-o-seven south dearborn I enclose a check for three dol lars [$3] in payment of one year's subscription to your magazine. (In case the check is for five dollars [$5] it is not my error. I merely so indicate a desire for The Chi cagoan for two years.) — a magazine gauged to the tempo of a Town so swift it glitters. A chronicle of vivid and urbane life which is so contemporary it is almost prophetical. A mirror of a civilization, a reflection of in comparable gusto, a witty, worldly, adult commentary on the things above average which are the concerns of readers above mass intelli gence. (N^ame)..... (Address). 28 TUtCUICAGOAN MAJESTIC From Feb. 23 to May 3 VICTOR HERBERT FESTIVAL Presenting ILSE MARVENGA in "NAUGHTY MARIETTA" Feb. 23 to March 8 ELEANOR PAINTER in 'THE FORTUNE TELLER" March 9 to March 22 "BABES IN TOYLAND" March 23 to April 5 "THE MERRY WIDOW" uith Donald Brian April 6 to April 19 "The Chocolate Soldier" April 20 to May 3 POPULAR PRICES Sun. to Fri. Eve. and Sat. Mat. 25c to $2.50 Sat. Eve. 25c to $3.00, Wed. Mat. 25c to $2.00 Special Subscription Rates for the Five Operettas SEATS NOW ON SALE DIXIE KINDLER TAKES THE PLACE OF KINDLING WOOD Sure-Safe- Economical Starts log, coke and cannel coal fires without the use of kindling wood, char coal, paper or oil. Sold in Chicago by THE BINCKLEY COAL CO., Distributors THE WILCOX CO. THE RUTTER COAL CO. THE COLONIAL FIREPLACE CO. in such a flow of gorgeous melody. The humor is naturally dated, but it affords laughs and a great relief from the current excursions into bedrooms and bathrooms. Sartorially, we deal here with an era when an ankle was a suave undulation of silk, not a study in gnarled and bony anatomy. The chorus costumes smack of the ware' house, but no one sees them, while Miss Scheff 's gowns are hot off Fifth Avenue and perfectly calculated to the end in view. Most able in support of the star is Detmar Poppen, a basso who vibrates the rafters with another hardy pereri' nial, I Want What I Want When I Want It. Nathaniel Wagner, pleas' antly recalled in My Maryland, is a tenor of power, but he lacks ease. The angular Alan Brooks has most of the answers and gives them a crisp, sardonic touch. If you saw Mile Modiste twenty-five years ago, you deserve to see it again. If not, your grandchildren will deserve to hear you tell about this revival when it is produced again in 1955. For it will be produced again and again. HOME FIRES BURNING THE Cort theater has come to be synonymous with the glorification of the American home. The snug lit tle playhouse seldom, if ever, housed more rib-tickling fun than is afforded by Tour Uncle Dudley, the current comedy of the genus domesticus. Halted in its run last spring by the tragic illness of Raymond Hitchcock, it returns now with Thomas W. Ross as the star, for what should be an ex tended visit. Uncle Dudley is the big loving cup man of Main Street. He promotes civic uplifts on the George Gets pattern; arranges tag-days for submerged mothers-in-law; go-gets in all directions at once; in fact takes care of every one's business but his own. Through unfortunate investments he owes his widowed sister five thousand dollars, which reduces him to a two-spot in his own house. This sister is a ruthless dame; as over-played by Irene Oshier, a Svengali with a Lady Macbeth heart. She nags poor Dudley interminably, insults his sweetheart and relentlessly drives her own daughter to a career of song. The daughter sees a more attractive outlook than life on a con cert stage. The outlook is young, tanned and dark of hair. Dudley is G Shubert reat Norther Theatre N Now Playing TEE MESSRS. SHUBERT present The Season's Greatest Musical Play ."NINA ROSA* OTTO HARBACH Music by SIGMUND ROMBERG Lyrics by IRVING CAESAR with GUY ROBERTSON And a cast of 125 Matinees Wednesday and Saturday PRINCESS ff?g- POP. MAT. WED and SAT., $1 to $2 The Dramatic League of Chicago presents H. S. MALTBY'S JOLLY, RIPPING LONDON SUCCESS "Bear 0lh englaniT A Whimsical Play by H. S. Maltby with GLADYS HANSON and EDWARD RIGBY CHICAGO AVE. Just East of Michigan CINEMA The Art Theatre of Shadow Silence A DRAMA OF NEW RUSSIA "VILLAGE OF SIN" Starring Moscow Art Players Books and Bookman Reviewing "Crystal Icicles" by Fanny Butcher AND SHORT FEATURES Cont. 1 to 11 P. M. Mat. 50c, Eve 75c. The one absolutely certain guarantee of. the best theatre seats on the best theatrical aisles is the order of those seats through Couthoui Branches at all Leading Hotels and Clubs TUE CHICAGOAN 29 impinged on a do2,en dilemmas. The complications fall into more patterns than are cast by a clavilux. But in even the most boobish American lurks somewhere the spirit of the Minute Men. Our baldish hero rises in his might and conquers his little world, aided and abetted by a dea ex machina — the dearest, cutest, most unexpected old grandmother in all the world of the stage. As played by Mrs. Jacques Martin, she is funnier than eight Marx brothers and two Eddie Cantors. Mr. Ross will not care if I say that Mrs. Martin puts the play in her pocket and walks off with it. In the colloquialism of the trade, she is a riot, a wow, a panic. Superlatives carry danger, in this instance joyfully risked. By which it should not be implied that Mr. Ross does not do his duty as the star. Always charming since my first memory of him in The Fortune Hunter, he gives us the same brisk sureness, mellowed by experience and a ripened technique. As the Trilby daughter, Eleanor Hayden is exception ally nice. The kid brother is a he-boy in the restrained hands of William Ha worth, Jr. These sassy sub-juveniles are apt to be painful. Donald Foster can be relied on when a sincere young lover is in demand. George M. Cohan, Fritzi Scheff, Charlotte Granville, Thomas W. Ross and Mrs. Jacques Martin! This is the month for young actors to sit down, look and learn. CINEMA GUIDE Second Choice: Dolores Costello, Chester Morris and Jack Mulhall in search of an author. [No.] Hit the Deck: Jack Oakie and the Navy in extremely pleasant nonsense to music. [Lend it an ear.] Sunny Side Up: Janet Gaynor in the first original filmusical comedy. [Lend eye and ear.] South Sea Rose: Lenore Ulric's first pic ture and a good one that somehow got away from the big houses. [Seek it out.] Condemned: Ronald Colman and Ann Harding in the wrong picture. [Read about the shooting.] Applause: Helen Morgan sobs a burlesque on Burlesque. [Go to a show.] The Aviator: Edward Everett Horton does too well a story done too often. [You've seen it.] The Painted Angel : Billie Dove proves Texas Guinan a great artist, by contrast. 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Particularly Important Use Corinnis Waukesha Water in your electric refrigerator for the freez- ing of your ice cubes. Corinnis ice cubes cool drinks without detracting from their delicate flavors. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT, INC. 420 W. Ontario St. SUP erior 6543 (Sold alto at your neighborhood ttorm) on n m WAUKESHA WATER The Cinema THE NEW MARION DA VIES By William R. Weaver IF someone had asked, when Dulcy was new and an ornament to any stage, what motion picture actress were best fitted for the title role, any one could have named Marion Davies. She had, it will be remembered, the blank look and the slow wit required for the part. But they gave it to Con' stance Talmadge, who didn't have those virtues but seems to have acquired them, and the silent picture wasn't very good. Meanwhile, as Miss Talmadge was losing the sparkle that had made her still pictures notable, Miss Davies was acquiring the very alertness and intelligence that the statutory Dulcy antithesis. The astounding thing being, if I may borrow one of Susan Wilbur's locutions, that Miss Davies' Dulcy, now about Town as 7<[ot So Dumb, is not only not so dumb but is also a first class entertainment. This Davies development is one of the contradictory phenomena that make show business engaging. It proves, by exception, most of the rules of screen and stage. Miss Davies be gan her screen career as the world's worst actress. She looked a little like Mary Pickford and acted like a couple of wooden soldiers, poorly directed. Her pictures, sweet mushy nothings, were over advertised and proffered to the theater owner at practically his own figure. To get them shown was the plan and of course it worked. But, by the rules of show business, a star cannot be made by this means and a merely pretty girl cannot become an actress simply by wanting to. These two sturdy rules Miss Davies proved by breaking; she has become an actress, by the strict method of learning how to act, and she has become a star of first rank. The tip-off is, of course, that the merely pretty girl had a first rate brain. It functions splendidly in J^qt So Dumb. "Hot So Dumb is not merely Dulcy. The stage Dulcy said, "The early bird gets the worm," reiterating things like that from curtain to curtain, but the film Dulcy says, "The early worm gets the bird." Obviously this is not the way to put across the point of the comedy, but, and not at all obviously, MARION DAVIES it does put the point across — one of those things that can't be done but is. Hence >{ot So Dumb becomes a doubly significant caption. Others of interest in the picture, and Miss Davies is not so dumb as to ex clude lively personalities from her casts, are Raymond Hackett and Donald Ogden Stewart. The latter gentleman is a good deal funnier in the picture, if this be possible, than he ever has been in print. His "Guess Who," like the reversing of the bromides, sim ply can't be funny but even more sim ply is. Things like these make T^ot So Dumb the most amusing picture in town. THE SHOW OF'SHOWS I SEEM to be one of a dwindling few who like these revue things. I liked Fox Follies, I liked The Holly wood Revue better, and I like The Show of Shows better than that, but Chicago doesn't share my enthusiasm. Each new revue is better than the last and attracts fewer customers. Some thing is wrong with Chicago or me and I wouldn't think of suspecting Chicago. I think my fervor for the song and dance film may be largely a relief re action. It is so pleasant, after seeing and hearing a million dramas, melo dramas and alleged comedies, to just sit and watch competent people doing unimportant things competently. It is such a relief to hear Nick Lucas sing a song without having to see him try to act a part, to see Winnie Lightner scuttle through a jagged lyric and know she'll not come back in the next scene as somebody's mother; There's THE CHICAGOAN 31 a fitness about it all, a release from tradition, that makes these revues tre mendously preferable to plot stuff. I wish more people felt this way about them, because the theaters will not continue to exhibit them unless peo ple come to see them. Their loss will be a considerable one to me. Please go to The Show of Shows, the cast of which contains almost everybody who ever had his or her name in electrics, and see if you don't feel better after ward. It is a type of entertainment new to the screen and ought to be encouraged. SHOW BOAT YES, the film Show Boat is not the stage Show Boat. No, it isn't the book Show Boat either. Yes, it's pretty bad, and no, it doesn't talk all of the time. But it is, nevertheless, Show Boat, and it has sequences that are good enough to wait for through others that are too bad to mention. It has the Mississippi River, it has a real show boat, it has Joseph Schildkraut, than whom no one is a better actor when the River is his background, and it has early Chicago sequences that must be a sight for old eyes that recall a gayer day. I think I've never seen a more incon gruously assembled array of good and bad items. The collection is haphaz ard and jumbled, a gripping incident preceding an absurdly inferior transi tion, to be followed in turn by a deli cate bit of pantomime or a blundering panorama of nothing in particular, but the very jumbling of it all affords a beneficial contrast. Almost any direc tor could make a better Show Boat, but none did, and it will be years before one will. I find myself, therefore, about to suggest that you see it, not because it's good but because it isn't. (Foolish, isn't it?) SECOND CHOICE THEY did their best to review this one for you in the title, but they didn't go far enough. It should not be your second choice, nor any other. Un less you want to convince yourself that it is possible to put Dolores Costello, Chester Morris and Jack Mulhall in a picture and still not have a picture. That impossible thing they have tri umphantly done. [cinema guide on page 29] CHICAGO NEW YORK PHILADELPHIA WATCH HI LL SOUTHAMPTON BAR HARBOR YORK HARBO* PALM BEACH . . . Cyea and Cyails A New Franklin Sweater Suit Sweater suits have an important place for spring . . . pastels or bright colors in those subtle shades for which Franklin suits are famous. The model shown has an amusing sail boat design on light sea-blue. C_Mrs| I I (Jrarddxrt/nc 132 EAST DELAWARE PLACE JUST WEST OF NORTH MICHIGAN BOULEVARD 32 TUE CHICAGOAN RALPH wants to be a motorman . . . 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Priced, in Mahogany, $750 Ly on Wabash at Jackson 4047 Milwaukee Ave. 4646 Sheridan Rd. 870 E. 63rd St. in OAK PARK: 123 Marion St. inEVANSTON:615DavisSt. Musical Notes CINCINNATI CONTRIBUTES TO OUR HISTORY By Robert PoJlak IT is pleasant to be able to record I that the visit of the Cincinnati May Festival was one of the grandest, heartiest musical events in the last decade in Chicago. And the splendour of the programs, the joint contribution of chorus, symphony and soloists arose from a combination of magnificent selections from the repertoire and an almost faultless ensemble. The visit did not begin auspiciously. The concert of Thursday, February 6, was given to rows of empty benches. The opening Bach cantata flew by be fore what audience there was had settled down to listen. The following Psalmodic Rhapsody of Stock tested every quality of the choir but, Tom, Dick and Harry to the contrary, the work did not seem particularly elo' quent to this correspondent except in several beautiful interpolations for tenor solo. Studiously and boldly con' ceived, it nevertheless failed to be out' standingly original, and it partook freely of the manner of half a dosen composers who speak in the idiom of the twentieth century. The second half of the program was devoted to the German Requiem of Brahms. Over this it is only possible to lapse into a dull chronicle of wv stinted praise for chorus and conduc tor. The preparation of this work had evidently been a labor of love for both. What the group of quiristers had not sensed in this great choral land-mark Stock had obviously clarified for them. They went at it with reverence and quiet eloquence, sounding the depths of its serenity with unfailing tone and spirit. The cross-section of the com munity that only half-filled Orchestra Hall was vouchsafed the choral experi ence of a life-time; and the stay-at- homes, bored, perhaps, by interminable annual renditions of the Messiah, made a grievous, if understandable, mistake. It did not take long for the word to get around so that the Saturday audi ence filled every seat in the house. What it received was a noble exposi' tion of Bach's compact Magnificat. I have heard this work performed twice by Wolle's great choir at Bethlehem, Pa. The Stock- Cincinnati version FREDERICK STOCK seemed superior in every respect. It was more elated, more sinewy. It ran its course out so unflaggingly under Stock's baton that the architecture of the whole work stood forth in amazing clarity and lightness. I should have preferred to hear the individual sec tions of the choir sing the solo arias (as they do at Lehigh) especially since the two-hundred and fifty showed a finer knack for the beat than any of the soloists. A HEBREW EPIC THE visit ended officially with Honegger's King David. This work came to Chicago hailed as the finest piece of choral writing in this century. From the vantage of my limited experience it is just that. It employs a fantastic melange of effects: chorus, narrator, soloists#, and sym' phonic interludes in the shape of marches and laments. At the hands of any less skillful composer it might have achieved sublime asininity. Honegger scores it sparingly, relying on an athletic counterpoint and a color ful use of solo wood-winds to augment choral passages. Far from, being Judaic, as one critic avowed, it eschews the use of any Oriental pigmentation. The tale of King David is told in music and word so that the net impression is one of complete timelessness. Where the counterpoint does become more in volved than usual, as in the final TUQCUICAGOAN 33 chorale of the angels, it harkens, as all such music must, back to Bach. But never for a moment does it lose its original vision or spirit. That the work is of extraordinary difficulty seemed to mean nothing to Stock or the two-hundred and fifty from Ohio. Every technical barrier they hurdled with consummate ease. Let us only hope that the conductor and the management at Orchestra Hall will forgive us that Thursday night and bring them back again next year. THERE remains space enough only to observe the high-lights of the musical fortnight. The Civic Opera sang its swan-song with a Carmen — Olssewska edition — and a final Pel- leas and Melisande. The charm of this Pelleas with Garden and Marcoux can not be broken, not even in spite of the worst display of operatic scenery ex tant or the unalterable custom of loud conversation in the auditorium during the fragile entr'actes of Debussy. The German Grand Opera Company came back for a week, a strong and efficient organisation, playing to crowd ed houses, thanks to the managerial magic of one Bertha Ott. It was nice to be back in the vast old Auditorium with its dusty smells, cracked floors and superb acoustics. The audiences did not turn out merely for reasons nostalgic, but because they knew they were going to hear good soloists like Jorn and Lippe, expert conductors like Knoch and Mehlich, and see adequate mise-en-scene. The Don Giovanni was pleasant and alert. When the acts are not broken up into scenes its plot seems sillier than ever. But who cares? There are always the serenade, the song of the catalogue, and the delicious "la ci darem.11 The echt romantic Horowitz; also gave his last recital appearance of the season and as usual displayed several qualities he had never indicated be fore. One was the inclination to splash out an incorrect note once in a while so that we felt him condescending to the level of the ordinary human tech nician. Another was to demonstrate that he could play Brahms with superb poignance. Still another, that he is not old enough to play Bach yet (and is that any way to talk about a Titan?). He warmed up for the Chopin A flat polonaise and from that point on the customers stood on their seats and cheered for more. x atrons ol the .Arts High, in the esteem of history stand those who m other ages have encouraged the arts by having made lor them selves works ol outstanding artistic merit. Today the Tobey shops oiler an opportunity to encourage the line art ol cabinet making ana to have made lor one s sell furniture that will in future generations relied to the honor of this epoch and the owner. Our Shops are located on Peoria Street between vvasli- ington ana Madison. 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This year they have everything. They are sophisticated, chic and trim looking, becoming and feminine — yes, all that. And all the grand old guard who feel that the per- feet spring suit must be blue (I'm that way) will have a grand season of it. Blue pops up here and there every spring but this year it is a real favorite, second only to black, which is the top note. It is a little sad for the ladies who have been flattered by the soft warm tones of beige these many years. They can still do it, and I've seen sev eral awfully smart things in tan tones, but all the designers are making a dc termined effort to replace beige with gray. Gray is, of course, splendid for some types and just too bad on others, so be careful medears. The fabrics are new and interesting, too. Tweeds very light and frequently flecked, a clever "sharkskin" material, soft basket weaves, and a lovely flecked woolen "starline." Plenty of silks, too. Spring coats and many of the suit coats are collarless, or have little shoulder capes, very prim and new. Most of the street suits are quite tailored with hip length coats, nipped in a bit at the waistline, and the more formal after' noon type have coats of three'quarter length with much galyak, fox and wolf in evidence. And, in case you haven't quite decided yet, skirt lengths for the street are almost universally about four or five inches below the knee, a grace ful and comfortable medium. SAKS, as usual, produce some de- lectable items. They are the sponsors of the very severe suit tail' ored in English masculine fashion, tight around the hips and padded in the shoulder, but have not yet brought them to town. A bit difficult to wear, I should say, but smart as the dickens on those who can do. They are show ing, at the Michigan Avenue shop, a modification of this severity in a tai' lored Oxford gray suit. This has a slightly flared skirt and a soft silk picot blouse with the extremely fashionable peplum, though you can tuck the pep- jum inside the skirt if it makes you. feel a bit "dressing'sacque." The coat has a bit of a flare at the hip and a perky breast-pocket. A lovely en- semble in navy blue serepheen has a longer coat, three'quarter length, lined in a very springlike aquamarine with the tuck-in blouse of the same aqua' marine. A novel touch is the scarf collar of the blouse which may be but' toned high on the left side or may be unbuttoned to form a flat collar and hanging scarf. Saks also use shark' skin tweed in black and white for a stunning street frock with a cleverly flared skirt, the blouse hip length and flared slightly by tiny godets below the normal waistline. A twisted belt of black kid and a white kid flower, shoes of the new Java lizard or gunmetal kid, and you have as fetching a street costume for warm sunny days as you could imagine. For the fresh new feeling that a printed dress gives while we are still compelled to cling to heavy coats, have a look at Mrs. Franklin's collection in her Delaware Place shop. Dark prints with bright little flowers and slightly flared skirt, with the gay little cap sleeve or semi'cape collar which cov ers the sleeveless arm are charming here. One of the freshest looking suits is the Franklin ensemble of knitted silk chenille. The one I saw had a white skirt with set'in godets producing the flare, a white and brown sleeveless THE CHICAGOAN 35 sweater blouse and a brown hip-length coat. They have it in other color com' binations, too. THE Tailored Woman, of course, has a choice collection of the trig things in which they specialize. Here they favor black or brown in covert, tweeds, sharkskin, mannish suiting ma terial. One good'looking suit from Lanvin is in a tan snowflake tweed, flecked in green and has a very unusual skirt. The yoke fits snugly at the hips and is buttoned at each side with the skirt falling in very slenderizing lines to a bit of a flare at the bottom. The luscious green crepe blouse is, of course, tucked in and the hip length coat is pinched in at the waist. Another suit in basket-weave green is happily mar ried to a peach-colored blouse. This shop has another of the successful street dresses of the year, a one-piece in flecked tweed with bolero effect in several color combinations — yellow and black, tan and green, and others. Cir cular skirts and many godets are be loved here and several dresses are in a new printed fabric, a satin-finished Tie Silk, which is particularly attrac tive. A subtle undercurrent here and there is the tendency to go in more heavily for pleats and produce the slight flare effect with these or inset godets rather than by the familiar flare cut of the fall and winter. In Stevens' French Room they have several new suits, High Fashion things they call 'em (meaning newer than the new), with wide box pleats; and a group of gay silk suits to be worn under heavy coats. The silk suit in bright blue with a delicate white chiffon blouse and flat' tering flare collar and frill is something to exclaim over. This, too, has the box-pleated skirt. And there are sev eral one-piece frocks, some with short coats and some without. One in all black crepe has modernistic chiffon in serts at the waist and skirt and a per fect coat dress is in black over a beige underslip. The coat open down the front and tied at the neck and three times at the hip in jaunty little bows. A PARTICULARLY novel note is introduced into a tan tweed suit in Field's Costume Apparel section. The godeted skirt is set on a smooth yoke and the godets are pressed out, three on each side, to produce the knife edge effect we see on men's trou sers. The same thing is done on the ¦ 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, its appointments, its financial struc ture or its tenantry. Since we prefer that present tenant-owners express their opinion from their own experi ence 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, entailing no obligation, of course. 4g6 { f&UNQIQ Incorporated C O - O P E R AT1VE HOMES DIVISION 646 N. MICHIGAN AVE. ? CHICAGO, ILLINOIS Representative at the Buildinn 36 THE CHICAGOAN Gfohe HOTEL "We Will Live at The Belmont This Spring" After a busy social sea son, a change to the quiet, restful, select atmosphere of The Belmont is indicated. With its charming view of Belmont Harbor, its ready accessibility, the ideal place likewise to return from honey moon, or Florida sc journ. One, two or three room suites, or larger, will be available. Distinctive cuisine and un- excelled service mar\ The Belmont as one of Chi- cago's noted places for luncheon, afternoon tea. and dinner. 3156 Sheridan Road Telephone Bittersweet 2100 Under the Personal Direc tion of B. E. de Murg jacket, one on each side of the front and back and then it is slightly gath ered over each hip by a straight band which buttons over each pocket by a little tab. With this is a fine French batiste blouse frilled and daintily hand tucked. It's perfect, it is. Another enchanting piece at Field's is a black ensemble from Lucille Paray whose three-quarter coat has a gay lit tle cape and revers on the front of the coat launching into a tie and hanging in long tabs down the back. Both the tabs and the cape are lined in white crepe and the skirt buttons on the white crepe blouse with large flat buttons. Their four-star street frock here is two piece in green basket weave with but tons smartly trimming the peplumed blouse which is belted and pinched in at the waist line, as we all are these days. Blue and black are Field fa vorites. At Pearlie Powell's and Ker- man's Hycienda, a sort of henna red, and Capucine, strike an unusual suit note, and one in dark blue with a gay red and white checked blouse is all ready to gladden some lucky gal's little heart. A. D. LASKER— CHICAGOAN [continued from page 25} remembering stories and a talent for telling them, an aversion toward the League of Nations, a conviction that wage earners should earn wages and leave the spinning of the world on its axis to others, a business judgment not so statistical as Mr. Hoover's, a per sonal charm not so austere as Mr. Hughes', a profound interest and en joyment in sitting up and being com panionable long after Mr. Hoover and Mr. Hughes have retired to their studies — and there we are! ... "Innocent, accordingly, of having initiated the President's shipping policy, and innocent also of having needed to commend himself to the President by the possession of any sinister array of subterranean influences, Mr. Lasker has lived through his time in Washing ton not as lobbyist and not as poli tician but as good companion, faithful friend, trusted colleague, and consci entious and enthusiastic defender of the presidential impulses and purposes. "A loyal and compelling personality and an acute and vehement business intelligence — these have been Mr. Lasker 's virtues. . . . Purists, who are above threats of political manipulation, may regard Mr. Lasker 's failure {the ship subsidy bill] as crowned with laurels. He fought a fight for an un popular issue with honorable and un availing weapons." HIS friends say "A. D." has had his taste, he is through with poli tics, into which he plunged out of sheer loyalty and friendship. During the last five years he has tried again and again to take things more easily — to come to the office, say, once a week. But he's not been able to slow down. He has to work. His advertising agency has meant so very much to him, to his waking thoughts. In May he will be fifty. One won ders if he will pause then, to scrutinize the outlook ahead. From his boyhood 'he has looked fondly toward newspa- perdom. Printer's ink now is in his blood. . . . And young Edward, seven teen, a pocket edition of "A. D.," is growing up with the same journalistic hunger. Edward is the apple of "A. D.'s" eye. Their father-and-son correspondence when the boy was at Phillips Exeter, I'm told, is a classic of its kind. "A. D." can't loaf. What is he going to do? Well, I for one wouldn't be surprised if he bought a great news paper and thus allowed his son to live the newspaperman's career that he once lived, in his vivid imagination, as a boy down in Galveston. Overtones TRANSFER of the prohibition-en forcement unit from the treasury department to the department of justice opens up possibilities of a new se quence; Mellon to Mitchell to mourn ing. ? Chicago is not responding well to the religious questionnaire being dis tributed by the Chicago Church Fed eration. They might try offering free samples to those who will reply. ? A well-known Broadway hotel in New York is threatened with govern mental padlocking. It looks like a case of watch-dog in the Manger. ? Frank L. Smith, senator-reject a few years ago, is expected to run for of- THE CHICAGOAN 37 flee as congressman. Even if he should be denied a seat this time, it should be less painful to be kicked down the steps of the lower, rather than the up per house. ? Horn-rimmed spectacles are now passe, we are assured by optometrists. We wish they would do something about discarding astigmatism, too. ? Finger print records are no longer of much use in crime detection, says Chief Egan, since criminals all wear gloves. It is regrettable that style-conscious ness has become so prevalent in the underworld. ? Why doesn't Chicago "put a stop to gangsters," queries a traveling salesman in the Vox Pop column of a local newspaper. Why, sir, if we didn't have gangsters, what would there be to write to Vox Pop about? ? The Army-Notre Dame football game will be played in Chicago this year, so that the South Bend boys will not have to miss so many classes. After looking over Notre Dame's foot ball schedule for several years past, we have decided that it would do well to abandon its present buildings and make it strictly a traveling university. ? Trans-Atlantic liners have recently been buffeted by unusually severe storms. Father Neptune has never guaranteed the freedom of the seas. ? Grand jury indictments are being invoked to curb gun toting. It has been suggested that the government padlock a few pistol pockets. ? Commander Eugene MacDonald brought home an odd collection of zoo logical specimens from his southern cruise. It is understood, however, that they will not be added to the city hall menagerie. ? Thomas A. Edison thinks that Americans should learn to pay more attention to engineers and less to poli ticians. He favors the slide-rule in stead of boss-rule. ? This you can say for Hack Wilson: Although the glare of the sun may bother him in the outfield, he is un perturbed by the glare of publicity. — JOHN C. EMERY. 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Spas are, of course, spread all through Europe from Brides les Bains to Marienbad but they are particularly beloved of the Germans. It is in Ger many that we find most of these unique resorts which correct ailments, reduce the fat and fatten the thin, rest the weary and stir up the languid; all with a lack of sanatorium atmosphere and with a maximum of the cheer, frivolity and pleasant glow that are summed up in the one word gemutlich\eit. Gemut- lich\eit is an unusual sensation to in troduce into sanatoria but the Euro peans do just that and make the "cure" a thing to anticipate eagerly. It's be ing done here now at our Hot Springs and White Sulphur Springs and French Lick and not a' bad idea at all after these low days that hit nearly every one as the local winter drags on. Thus, we find more and more astute city folk planning to start their European sea son with a little session at a spa or to end the strenuous months abroad in like fashion. Plump ladies contemplating a bout with the coutouriers find two or three weeks at Marienbad an effective and pleasant route to the svelte lines that make fittings so much happier a busi ness. This was formerly the most famous of Austrian spas and now be longs to Czecho-Slovakia. (Incident ally, if you cannot get over, Marienbad Water and Salt for Obesity are now on sale in this country. But that's no fun and Marienbad itself is mighty pleasant.) HIGH up in Wurttemberg a medi eval, be-castled town offers one of Germany's quaintest spas, Bad Mergentheim, also popular with the obese. And not far off, in Bavaria's Black Forest is a name to be conjured with, Baden-Baden. This spa attracts the tired aristocrats of the world and refreshes them with sparkling, piney air, hot springs, sports and every sort of entertainment. To top off the cure at Baden-Baden you may take short jaunts to its not distant Bavarian neighbors. Heidelberg is within easy train or motoring distance with orig inal Student Prince atmosphere. The beauties and sports of the Black Forest are at your door. Right in Bavaria too are Bayreuth, Munich, Oberam- mergau, Nuremberg — enough to fill your summer completely with history, pageantry, music, health, as well as plentiful clinking of steins and pop ping of corks. Railroad connections between all these Bavarian points are excellent, and motor tours in luxurious private cars may be arranged for which include every spot of interest or delight. Many spas partake more of the na ture of sport centers than of health re sorts, being spas in the matter of springs, mud baths, dietetic directions and all that but with much more at tention given to the sport and recrea tional features. The resorts along lovely Lake Constance in Germany and Balaton Lake in Hungary are gay centers for yachting, swimming and fishing enthusiasts and in the mountain spas of Silesia and Bavaria you may indulge in winter sports until quite late in spring. A cosmopolitan crowd joins many of BURTON HOLMES, in Town for his annual go at the gay business of making travel irresistible THE CHICAGOAN 39 Germany's great artists and writers in the resorts about the Riesengebirge of Silesia where Europe's pet occupation — the walking tour — flourishes mighti ly. To clamber about the paths of these mountain forests with glimpses of old, old castles popping into the sky here and there from towering peaks, to feast Gn sizzling sausage and cool beer un der the pines and draw up at evening in one of the shelter inns for more sus tenance and an invariably merry party is one of the gayest methods of seek ing health that I have yet discovered. The charm of all these spas is that their directors smile tolerantly upon amusement and forbid very little. There are, of course, strict sanatoria for the really ill but for the in-be tweens, the tired, the nervous, the dys peptic, the slight heart flutterers and the fat, the sojourn is just a good game with as little direction as possible. And it seems to accomplish results in the way of health that violently serious methods never do. Pleasant it is to go seeking recuperation and bump into encouraging little notices : "Ice water is served only upon special request. Guests are expected to drink beer and Book THE FULLER OBITUARY By Si Wilbi IT would probably not be putting the fact too strongly to say that literary and artistic Chicago, not to mention semi-literary and semi-artistic Chicago, had spent the past six months — that is, of course, in the intervals of labor — simply missing Henry B. Fuller. Of ficially, upon such occasions as that famous meeting of the Midland authors where Douglas Malloch in laying down the gavel forgot to pass it on to his successor, Edgar W. Goodspeed, until reminded so to do by Miss Harriet Monroe. Collectively, at specific events of Christmas day and New Year's where he was wont to be seen. In dividually at houses, studios, flats, and libraries, where he had a habit of drop ping in. And now between covers in the collection of tributes edited by Anna Morgan and just published by Ralph Fletcher Seymour. No ordinary obituary volume by the way, but one from which its hero WELCOME Chamber Music Concert, Eruchsal Castle TO BEAUTIFUL The linked sweetness of old music played in salons that mirror the very image of the past. The golden cadences of Mozart and Wagner cycles in opera houses fitted with the newest art of pres entation. The Oberammer- gau Passion Play. Ancient festivals in medieval towns. Popular and folk songs en livening cafes and pictur esque inns. Musical com edies, dancing to )qz%, and all the exhilaration or mod- Cathedral at Berlin em j}fe jn magnificent Cities. GFRMAN TOURIST Moclerate Prirces' ^ntieth INFORMATION OFFICE CeilhirY GO™M' ^f ^r- 665 FIFTH AVE. NEW YORK, N. Y. man hospitality ; and castles haunted by romance. Please send me Illustrated Travel Brochures on Beautiful Germany. 62 Name Address "Going to Europe" means going to Germany 40 TUECI4ICAGOAN <$WA no end! An Edicraft automatic electric toaster achieves the s avoir fa/re so de« siraole now«a«days» E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £ LECTRIC SHOPJ 72 WEST ADAMS STREET Federal Coupons Given Rococo House A Modern Swedish Setting 161 East Ohio Street Special Thursday Squab Dinner Bridge Luncheons and Parties Luncheon, Eleven Thirty to Two Thirty Dinner, Five Thirty to Nine Sunday Dinner, One to Nine Delaware one two four two really emerges picturesque and a per son. When any contributor does in- dulge in the usual pious generalities you mentally blue pencil him for stop ping the flow of proper memories. Memories of the days when Mr. Fuller — and the editor — lived in houses in the four hundred block of West Wash ington Street, and when Mr. Fuller was one of, and yet not quite one of, the tumultuous gang who romped along Michigan Avenue, he being already somewhat given to books and sonatas. Of later days, when all Chicago was in a flurry because William Dean Howells.had recognised his first book. Still later ones, when he didn't become a charter member of the Cliff Dwell ers because they called it that. Me mories of chance meetings with him in Italy — or at the Dunes. The next question is, of course, who is to write Mr. Fuller's biography. For after this book there can be no doubt that his life is worth writing or that the materials for it are ready to hand. From among the present contribu tors, supposing all of them to be can didates, the vote would easily go to Harriet Monroe. She has the prose for it, and a good backbone of memories both personal and literary. There are possibilities also in the young man whom Mr. Fuller took to Europe with him on that last trip, in 1923 — pro vided he knows how to collect and how to handle material. Or in H. C. Chat- field Taylor, or Vincent Starrett, or Mark Turbyfill. Though one fears that the first biography will come from none of these. It will probably come from Hamlin Garland, who has already made extensive use of Fuller in his Middle Border books. We say fear advisedly. True Mr. Garland knew Fuller long and intimately. True, he can tell amusing anecdotes by the yard, and make them seem cogent. But there is always a touch of the Uncle Charlie out of Strange Interlude to Mr. Garland's characterization of Ful ler. Which is to forget that Fuller may have been, and probably was, a little bit the sightseer among people that he so definitely was among books and cities. IN the meantime, Fuller's own last book is also just out. It is called 7\[ot on the Screen. And you might say, here is a scenario ready made. Only that it began being a scenario back in the days when you went to KATHERINE KEITH, otherwise Mrs. David Adler, writer of The Crystal Icicle the corner grocery to see movies. And has gone on being the world's favorite scenario ever since. A rich girl whose mother is in the clutches of a dishonest agent with eyes on the daughter. A country boy being put through his paces; opera, clubs, etc. But Fuller does three things to it. He begins by making it seem almost real — that is up to the time when you get too excited to care, and then ends it real, at least insofar as he permits no final clinch, just the two of them, but insists that everyone originally at the tea party stayed on and a few others arrived. Second, there's his irony. Third, he makes it all somehow essentially, and most whimsically, Chicago. "Hot on the Screen is a unique thing. A Peter Whiffle, or almost. THE CRYSTAL ICICLE ANJY industrious student of the front i pages and the society pages of our local morning papers will have no dif ficulty in imagining that he recognizes the hero and the heroine of Katherine Keith's Crystal Icicle. And will even wonder how she quite dared to do it. No libel suits have, however, been started. And the chances are that Miss TUECI4ICAG0AN 41 Keith, having a statue to model, sim ply dipped into such clay as seemed ready to hand. Her novel is undoubt edly a truthful picture of life in a gold coast suburb of Chicago — the jacket says so. But it is also a piece of writ ing that reminds one of limpid waters. And a psychological study of the two kinds of woman, the one kind of man, and the anabasis of marriage, that stands by itself very much as Miss Keith's first novel, The Girl, stood by itself as a study of pre-maturity. * THERE are a number of different things that we might do with such space as remains to us. We might, of course, discuss Emil Ludwig's Abraham Lincoln. A book which, however, turns out to be a somewhat doubtful compliment to us, Mr. Ludwig's larg est and most profitable audience. Be ing not so much a German view of our national hero, to correspond with Lord Charnwood's English view, as a sort of readable rewrite. Or the latest vol ume of Rupert Hughes' George Wash' ington. A book which gets Washing ton through the Revolution heroically enough in all conscience, but is the exact truth about George Washington ever quite patriotic? So perhaps we may as well just go on talking about Chicago. Particularly as it is likely that the world at large is going to hear quite a lot about us from now on. More than likely, in fact, since a whole building and a whole faculty over at the University of Chicago have been endowed for the express purpose. Early fruits of this building and of this faculty were The Hobo and The Gang. Last year's was Frederick M. Zorbaugh's epoch-making Gold Coast and Slum, still a subject of heated discussion in literary parlors. Professor Merriam's Chicago also emanated from there albeit not pub lished by the university press. Now comes Chicago: an Experiment in Social Science Research, edited by T. V. Smith and Leonard D. White, to give us a general idea of how our town is being used as a laboratory of the social sciences. And on its heels a specific study Delinquency Areas, by Clifford R. Shaw. Which sifts from specially gathered statistics about juve nile offenders an astonishing fact. Namely that neither heredity nor na tionality has so much to do with it as actual areas, notably run-down sections near the center of the city. (orfav CLOTHES Spring Topcoats of Luxurious Llama Cloth Gentlemen appreciate the comfort, luxury and distinction afforded by these fashionable garments. FOUR CONVENIENT STORES IN CHICAGO EXCLUSIVE REPRESENTATIVES for DOBBS HATS in CHICAGO 42 TUE CHICAGOAN if For the cinema goer a bit too keen to be entirely casual The 1930 Motion Picture Almanac announces a complete, timely, compact and authoritative survey of the American screen industry — principal entertainer to 40,000,000 sturdy Americans. Among other things a careful analysis of the talking picture the short feature presentation acts production and producers long runs film executives production costs films, new and in the making authoritative star biographies Price (Post paid) $2 The Herald-World Bookshop 37 W. Van Buren Street Chicago, Illinois Advance deliveries of the 1930 Edition will commence March 15. Orders filled in sequence of receipt. Art THE BIG TEN By /. Z. Jacobson I KEPT saying to myself: "This is like inspecting troops on the eve of battle or examining the equipment of explorers just before they set out on expedition in the land of I-know-not- where." The time was a few days ago. And the occasion was my itinerant pre view of The Ten exhibition which opens at the Marshall Field galleries Wednesday, February 26. We chatted about the comparative merits of the latest war novels, the nineteen artists whom a New York magazine has selected as America's best, and the current show at the Renaissance Club of the University of Chicago. This and sundry trivial mat ters of "colony" gossip we talked about — each of the Ten and I — when I called on them in their studios to have a look at those of their pictures which they had selected for this winter's show of their group. They smiled af fably and told jokes upon themselves. And yet I caught the feeling that they were tensely set for the coming exhibi tion at Marshall Field's. They all seemed exceedingly eager that the show should fully justify the faith that Mr. Harrison Becker, head of the Field gal leries, placed in them when, last year, he made possible the organization of this group of progressive Chicago artists. Well, to me this winter's Ten exhi bition is a tinglingly live one. It virtu ally palpitates with gusto and color. In Emil Armin's rather sombre Cascade, with its redundance of de sign, there is a whole system of meta physics set forth not in sober words but sung in a throbbing, steady chant. His Storm visualizes electricity bodied forth in significant form. And his The Chief does about the same thing. THERE is an almost unearthly cleanness and distinctness in Jean Crawford Adams' paintings in this show. Yet there is in them also a humming haze of atmosphere which gives them an idyllic quality bordering on the spiritual. The nuances of green, blue, yellow, grey and pinkish red, with a sheen of soft sunlight play ing amongst them, in Cassis, a French IN our Drake Hotel Salon any object you select — from the most inexpen sive to the rare and costly — is certain to enhance the beauty of your home. Exquisite tableware, reproduc tions of historic glass; jade, crystal and pottery lamps. Occasional tables, commodes, chairs, and exclusive pieces of furniture in authentic copies of the famous designs of the world's most famous decora tive periods. Everything displayed has been selected by a decorating es tablishment which has served the Town's noted homes and clubs since 1856. W. P. NELSON COMPANY N. J. Nelson, President Established 1856 Executive Offices 153-159 West Ohio St. Telephone Whitehall 5073 Exhibition Salon at Drake Hotel ADVANCE SAILINGS TO EUROPE You can purchase steamship tickets at the regular rates at THE DRAKE TRAVEL BUREAU Our prestige in the hotel world en ables us to secure reservations at the most desirable hotels. For a copy of our publication "Steamship Departures — 1930" apply to N. F. Craig, General Manager Travel Dept. C. C. DRAKE CO. Travel Agents THE DRAKE SUPERIOR 2200 TI4Q CHICAGOAN 43 SAILING? SAILING? Doing Europe this summer? Or giving the Hawaiias a whirl in May? A bit of fish ing in Canada and a leisurely sail to Alaska? Of course, you are going somewhere. But how? Ocean steamers are popular ideas, and it is the early bird who gets the outside state room. The late bird some times gets no room at all, on the ship he particularly wants. We suggest a glance at steam ship sailing lists, a study of cabin locations, a talk with your steamship office or travel agent, and a canny reservation of space — almost immediately. It's that way with camps, ranches and hotels, too. The fine places are always in de mand. Forethought gives you the choice suite, makes your vacation so much happier, more comfortable, genuinely carefree. J* Jt je If you haven't decided where or when or how, let THE CHICAGOAN produce its hag of suggestions. Our travel editor is ready to help with ideas and informa tion. A note to her will smooth that happy voyage. Travel Department The CHICAGOAN 407 S. Dearborn Street CO. 4-/i£*^2:2- landscape which looks Spanish, give it the charm of a melody that lingers. Her Federal Building, seen through a window, on the ledge of which is a glistening still life, stands forth like a mighty ghost of bluish-grey. Charles Biesel is the sailor of the show, supplying as he does the one and only marine. Sword Fishermen on the Grand Ban\s, he calls it, and it por- trays a seething green sea and raging sand-grey sky. Several sail boats are on the water — all of them tilted side ways at an angle of forty-five degrees. There is an active sadness in this pic ture; while in Mr. BiesePs Grey Dunes, with its grey lavender sand and lopped off tree trunks, there is a pas sive sadness. Fred Biesel is represented by a po tent still life in the form of a bulky and rather belligerent pineapple, which is notable for its rich texture and pal- pableness, surrounded by pears, plums and a persimmon. The staunch leaves of the pineapple stand forth towering- ly. Fred's other piece in the show is Winter Afternoon. It is a large can vas pervaded with a quaint twilight atmosphere; and it is dense with trees painted in a tone of brown which is Mr. Biesel's own. A few tiny human figures, gay in color and rather comical in form, stand out in singular fashion against the vastness and sombreness of the canvas as a whole. Some of Dalstrom's work is bold, rounded, clean cut. Some has a hasy atmosphere and is poetically sugges tive. His paintings in the present show are largely in the latter manner. His Bettv, it is true, is simple and distinct. But even here the rich dark blue of the dress has something of the subtle and subdued in it. Portrait of a Young Girl, a finely modeled figure, has a happy combination of both Dalstrom manners. And Boat Pond is all in the YOUR KIDNEYS CANNOT BE REPLACED! 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THE CAVALIER manner is readily assumed and pleas antly worn within the playhouse. But the cavalier manner in box-omce line, seconds before curtain and with a persistent Iowan fuming for two on the aisle because he remembers the Iroquois, is a bit too much to ask. A Barrymore might achieve it, but wouldn't. YET THE cavalier manner is normal accompaniment to the flicking of quill over check-book, the snipping of coupon and dispatch of letter to a cavalier maga zine prompt in courtesy to its cavalier readers. (We trust this has been spoken like a cavalier.) Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of per formance for which tickets are desired. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in cor rect amount payable to The Chicagoan. [See page 2 for prices.] 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. ^WICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play) ••- • (Second Choice) (Number of seats) (Date) (Second choice of date). (Name) (Address) (Tel. No.).. .(Enclosed) $.. first mentioned manner — dreamy, hazy, quiet. Portrait of Mrs. Heil, by Frances Foy, manifests a deft delicacy of touch which is naturally aristocratic. You feel that the portrait is satisfying as a likeness and at the same time sincere as a work of art. Miss Foy's Picnic\- ers Leaving the Par\ portrays an amusing group of figures in a manner very similar to the definite, clean cut, boldly rounded Dalstrom manner. The atmosphere and background, however, show unmistakably the Frances Foy brush. IN Hill and Dale and Sleep? Village, by Emil J. Grumieaux, we find, as is to be expected, some of Mr. Grumieaux1 commonly known stylistic characteristics — as for instance heavy dark coloring and serried rows of poplar'like trees. But we find also a greater freedom and sweep than his earlier works show. There is an ef' fective contrast of sunlight and shadow. And in Sleepy Village, espc daily, there is a noteworthy rhythmic movement. The anecdotal lyricism in these paintings should give them both a wide appeal. V. M. S. Hannell's Bouquet depicts a slender young Negro girl holding a multicolored bunch of flowers. It is arresting by virtue of the texture of the face and stitch'like threads of color in the dress. There are strips of color also in the legs; and they contribute to the strange harmony of the whole con' ception. The luscious green in Mr. Hannell's Green Dress is pleasing. All three of George Josimovich's pieces — Fish, Self Portrait and Des' plaines River— show us the wrestler of the emotions that Mr. Josimovich is. His work is a ringing protest fused with a ringing joy — you can't telL where the protest ends and the joy be gins. Neither of them is literary. They are both as elemental as rain and wind. Frances Strain's strength, on the- other hand, is all joyous. Her Portrait of Emil Armin is a song in brilliant color. It sparkles like the spirit of the- Fourth of July, without being in any way sentimental. Her Cinder Path is a more subdued combination of tones. The Cats, however, Miss Strain's third'. painting in the show, is in an altogether different and much more quiet key. 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