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Barry Lapino in the fourth of Victor Her' bert revivals opening March 23rd. Cur' tain 8:20. Wed. and Sat. Mat., 2:20. Sun. to Fri., $2.50. Sat., $3.00. Wed. Mat., $2.00. Sat. Mat., $2.50. +GEORGE WHITE'S SCANDALS— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Cen tral 8240. The tenth edition of this revue. Frances Williams, Willie and Eugene Howard and some new faces. The specialty dance hit is "Bottoms Up" and no thumbs-down either. To be re viewed. Curtain 8:15. Sat. Mat., 2:15. Evenings, $4.40. Matinees, $2.50. *NINA ROSA— Great Northern. 20 W. Quincy. Central 8240. Guy Robertson and a splendid cast make this Romberg operetta one of the hits of the season. Curtain 8:15. Wed. and Sat. Mat., 2:15. Sun. to Fri., $3.85. Sat., $4.40. Wed. Mat., $2.50. Sat. Mat, $3.00. *THE STREET SIHGER— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Queenie Smith again enchanting the Town after a long run on Broadway in a splendid show. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:20. Sat. Mat. only at 2:20. Sun. to Friday, $3.85. Sat., $4.25. Sat. Mat, $3.00. -KDEAR OLD ENGLAND— Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Moved from the Princess. A glimpse of post war England, broadly satirical and lots of humor. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. Mat, 2:30. Sun. to Sat, $3.00. Wed. Mat., $2.00. Sat. Mat, $2.50. PAPA JUAH— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2461. Otis Skinner, beloved vet eran thespian returns in a piece, Spanish- ly philosophical, which was popular here last year as "One Hundred Years Old." Curtain 8:30. Sat. Mat. only at 2:30. No Sunday performance. *CITY HAUL— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Herbert Rawlinson of screen fame plays the dapper Mayor and it's rather a funny play of politics and politics that hit home or not, as you like. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat Mat, 2:30. Mon. to Fri. and Sat. Mat, $2.50. Sat. Eve., $3.00. Wed. Mat., $2.00. Drama MLET US BE GAT— Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. Francine Larrimore presenting one view of the modern wife and divorcee, adroitly played. House Parties, a funny dowager and a divorced husband and wife meet after three years. Curtain 8:30. Wed. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Wacker Drive, by Peter Koch Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Dinner, Din and Dance 4 Editorially 7 The Final Word on Columnism, by James Weber Linn 9 Distinguished Chicagoans, by /. H. E. Chr\ 10 Modern Chicago Manners, by Robert D. Andrews 11 First-nighters, by Nat Karson 12 Overtones, by John C. Emery 13 The Ungentle Art of Ballyhoo, by Guy Robertson 14 Gourmet's Baedeker, by Mary B. Holoube\ , 15 Loop Life, by Robert Lee Es\ridge...A6'l1 Vernal Vogue, by Gaba 18 Town Talk, by Richard "Riquarius" Atwater 19 Indoor Polo, by A. R. Katz 20-21 Hawaii-Bound, by Philip Hesbit 22-23 Robert Maynard Hutchins — Chica- goan, by Horace Anderson 24 The Stage, by William C. Boyden 32 Arabesque, by N^t Karson 36 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.. 38 Music, by Robert Polla\ 1 40 Books, by Susan Wilbur 42 Go Chicago, by Lucid Lewis 46 Shops About Town, by The Chica* goenne ; 48 Art, by /. Z. Jacobson 50 Incidental caricatures by Irma Selz THE CHICAGOANS Theater Ticket Service Stars opposite theaters listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in advance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 52. and Sat. Mat., 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wed. Mat., $2.00. Sat. Mat., $2.50. THE RIVALS— Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. Central 7085. Whit- ford Kane and Mary Agnes Doyle make this pleasant in this day of revivals. Closes on March 30th to be followed by "Kolpek Must Dance." Curtain 8:30. Fri. Mat. only 2:30. No Monday per formance. *SHE'S HO LADY— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. This farcial comedy finds the versatile Lynne Over man impersonating a divorcee. He is awkward, howlingly funny and the lines are clevah. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. Mat., 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wed. Sat. Mat., $2.00. Reviewed on page 32. STRAHGE INTERLUDE— Blackstone, 60 E. Seventh. Harrison 6609. Closing weeks of this Freudian affair by Eugene O'Neill. Begins promptly at 5:30. Din ner intermission from 7:4? to 9:00. Final curtain 11:00. No Sunday or Matinee performances. *STRlCTLr DISHONORABLE — Adel- phi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Charles Richman and the youthful Mar garet Perry in one of these naughty but rather dull affairs which end convention ally after all. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. Mat., 2:30. Sun. to Fri., $3.00. Sat., $3.85. Matinees, $2.50. TOUR UHCLE DUDLEY— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Com ing from the Cort after a brilliant month's run. Thomas Ross, domestic hero and go-getter, shows another side of Main Street and Mrs. Jacques Martin is the funniest grandmother on the stage. Curtain 8:30. Wed. and Sat. Mats., 2:30. Vaudeville PALACE— 159 W. Randolph. State 6977. Presenting the best of high-time vaudeville of the R K O circuit. Stand ard Sun. and Hols., $2.00. Mat. every day, $1.00. MUSIC CONCERTS AND RECITALS— Chicago Symphony Orchestra. Orchestra Hall, 220 S. Michigan. On Friday afternoons and Saturday evenings (the same pro gram), the regular subscription through out the season, popular concerts second and fourth Thursday, also the regular concerts on the second and fourth Tues days of each month. For information call Harrison 0363. Grace Nelson, solo pian;ste with the Chicago Symphony on March 21-22. Concert by Mischa Elman on March 25, who will also be the solo violinist with the Symphony Orchestra on [continued on page four] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, III. New York Office: 565 FifthAve. Los Angenes Office: ing Representatives — Simpson-Riley, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Vol IX., No. 1 — March 29, 1930. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish- 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Advertis- Subscription $3.00 annually; sngle copies 15c. at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879, TI4C CHICAGOAN 3 CHAS-A-STEVENS-&-BROS / An Old-Fashioned Revival for the New-Fashioned Girl Not to be outdone by the "talkies" reviving former "movie" successes, the theatre bringing back old plays, and social circles utilizing the olden Sunday-night supper custom— Fashion herself is reviving all it can of the charming, quaint little frills and gestures of long ago. With the result that Spring, 1930, promises to be one of the most fascinating seasons in the history of romantic moderns . . especially for those who turn to Stevens for the last word in Clothes and their Accessories. apparel... third, fourth, and fifth floors coat with Redingote lapels of Galyak. Hat of Straw and Felt after Reboux — a tricorne. Handbag of Box Calf with Braided Handle. Slip-on French Suede Gloves with wrist strap fastened by a tailored buckle. "Delmar" Sheer Chiffon Hosiery. A Necklace of finest Oxblood Coral combined with Silver Gilt Clasp. frock of lace with tiered flounces and puff sleeves. A Handbag from France is cleverly em broidered with Gold and tiny Beads. Old-fashioned Lace Mitts. "Delmar" extra Sheer Chiffon Hosiery. A genuine Antique Necklace of English Gold and Garnets. accessories . . . main floor silk print with short sleeves and basque effect. Poke Hat of Silk Crepe with adjustable brim. An Imported Handbag de signed of old pieces of Silk pieced together with Gold thread. A French Gilt Frame and Chain. Black Suede Gloves of 16- button length. "Delmar" very sheer Chiffon Hosiery. 4 TME CHICAGOAN March 28-29. Margaret Matzenauer, contralto soloist, with the Chicago Sym phony on April 4-5. Rachmaninoff, cele brated pianist, will appear in concert on March 23. The next to the last concert of the Young People's Series will take place on April 3. Serge Prokofleff, pianist, in concert recital at Orchestra Hall, assisted by Lina yLlubers, soprano, on Monday, March 24. Philip Manuel and Gavin Williamson, recital of music for two harpsichords and two pianos. The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Apr. 6, at 3:30. Vitaly Schnee, pianist, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, Apr. 6, at 3:00. The Skalski Orchestra, Andre Skalski, conductor, fourth of a series of 5 concerts, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Mar. 23, at 3:30. Marie Sidenius Zendt, soprano, and Chicago Wood Wind Ensemble, recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Mar. 23, at 3:00 sharp. Viola Roth, in a program of character sketches, Civic theater, Sun' day afternoon, Mar. 23, at 3:00 sharp. Jacques Gordon, violinist, and Rudolph Reuter, pianist, Kimball Hall, Tuesday evening, Mar. 25, at 8:15. Evelyn Shapiro, pianiste, recital, Kimball Hall, Wednesday evening, Mar. 26, at 8:15. Rosa Raisa, soprano and Giacomo Rimini, baritone, joint recital, Civic Opera House, Sunday evening, March 30, at 8:15. Benefit Rosa Raisa Scholarship Fund. Myra Hess, pianiste, recital, Studebaker theater, Sunday afternoon, Mar. 30, at 3:30. Bessie Lerman, pianiste recital, The Playhouse, Sunday afternoon, Mar. 30, at 3:30. Rudolph Reiners, violinist, recital, Civic theater, Sunday afternoon, March 30, at 3:00. E. H. Sothern, dramatic lecture, Stude baker theater, Sunday afternoon, Apr. 6, at 3:30. SPORTS HOCKEY— Chicago Stadium, 1800 W. Madison. Seely 5300. March 23-25- 27-29-30. The Hockey playoffs in the Stanley Cup Series for the world cham pionship. FLOWER SHOW. Chicago Stadium— 1800 W. Madison. Seeley 5300. A gorgeous floral and garden spectacle sponsored by the Federated Garden clubs of Illinois beginning on the 5th of April and extending to the 13th. $25,000 have been collected to be distributed in prizes. Admission, adults 75c — -children 25c. ART ALONG ART ROW— The Arts Club, 410 N. Michigan. Modern Chinese Paintings by various artists. Sculptures by Noguchi. Paintings by Zadkine and also a group by Picassos. At galleries of Marshall Field # Co. the etchings and lithographs of Hedley Fit- ton will continue. Carson Pirie, Scott and Co. will open on March 15 and continue until April 5 with a group of Paintings by Pauline Palmer and Etchings by Whistler and Zorn. M. Knoedler & Co., 622 S. Michigan. Paintings by Raymond. Shiva and Riska Angel. Gerritt Vanderhoogt, Inc., 410 S. Michi gan. Etchings by Anders Zorn. Anderson Galleries, 536 S. Michigan. Exhibits of paintings by Edward Bruce and Portraits in Sepia by Rafael S. Yago. National Academy of Art, 230 East Ohio. Current exhibition of paintings by Grant Wood. Yes, Another— THE CHICAGOAN'S Puzzle Editor has recuperated from the stupendous-tremendous-haz ardous attack and asks who if anyone knows the third good English word ending, like "Suspicion" and "Coercion," in c — i — o — n. "We leave the gen tleman, and the problem, to your erudite mercy. [listings begin on page two] TABLES Downtown BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. It's preferred by the distinguished and discriminating. Hoerttrich, Maitre. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. One can't be lethargic to such alluring dance bands . . . and the food is tempting. Fey attends. CONGRESS HOTEL — Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Slow-time synco pated rhythms and the famous Congress cuisine. Hoefle presides. BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Wanting to be in the whirl you should go. Wallis oversees. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Perhaps, it's those supplicat ing saxophones ... or the food. Both good. Braun, headwaiter. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. If you won't walk a mile for anything, here's a convenient choice for luncheon, tea or dinner. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. A charming escape from the blue note of those too quiet evenings. Unusually good' string orches tra and fine food. Muller will arrange. PETRUSKA CLUB— 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. Relief from Russia for almost any mode — Khmara entertains fa mously and Kinsky cares for your needs. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. American cooking as you like and all you like. Sandrock helps. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Smacking of traditional German cooking and it takes well with those of hearty appetite. MT CELLAR— Clark at Lake. Dearborn 6153. Down from the city streets but not low-down, with brisk bumptious jollity. COFFEE DAN'S— 114 N. Dearborn. Ran dolph 0387. Garrulous, gay and racket raising all but the- roof. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wabash 1088. It's lofty both in food and at mosphere. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal St. Webster 0770. Eng lish cooking and quiet aristocratic sur roundings. North NINE HUNDRED— -900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. It's quite the thing to say "We've been there." Tremendously improved. Under new management. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Lots of people are going and lots of people are saying nice things. Spanish atmosphere, music and food. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. A pleasant interlude where the prominent ly gay gather. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Where there are no faux pas. Cuisine and service magnifi cent. Call Superior 8500 for reservations. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. One of those "after" places. Af ter you've been bored, you dine here. After you've been braced by masterful French cooking, you'll dance to the new orchestra and like it. Teddy or Alphonse will answer the call. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Devastat- ingly tempting and can't say whether it's food or music or that Drake atmosphere. Dahlberg, headwaiter. BELMONT HOTEL — 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Charming people and food to please the proudest palate. Mayer, Maitre. JULIEH'S— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Bountiful round table in the French table d'hote manner and Mama Julien is thoughtful. Better phone or go early. No second table. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. The late and hungry come for steaks and sand wiches. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. Con venience impels decision and then the food prompts an unreserved "yes." ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. Suavely Swedish garnished with service, simplicity and plenty hors d'oeuvres. THE GREEN MILL— 4806 Broadway. Sunnyside 3400. Tex Guinan and her mad mob helping the wee hours to grow up . . . the great big hand gladly given. KELLY'S STABLES— Rush at Austin. Get a stall and munch your oats and make noise and noise and more noise. CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. Better dress. They'll be great and near- great there and the atmosphere Parisien. Steffen will arrange. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. When time is impatient and the spirit waiting to be moved, look in. It's lively and you'll stay. Bar- rone attends. JIM IRELAND'S OTSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Shell-fish, sea-food in count less varieties and opened till 4 a. m. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. Doesn't need a forecast. Prediction fulfilled with noble German food for thirty years and legitimately proud. C. (Papa) Gallauer presides. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL — 161 E. Walton PI. Superior 4264. Nothing new but then it's Spring when everything is new and the food here is always good. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. It can be southern or Chinese, as you wish. But it will be a gala eve ning. Jerry takes care. THE ROUND TABLE— 57 W. Chicago. Meeting real people and eating real food very inexpensively. BLACK OAKS— 7631 Sheridan Road. Hollycourt 2466. Tea for two or twenty, doesn't matter and it's good. CORSIGLIO'S — Orleans at Illinois. Hun ger perishes under vast rounds of Italian food and its death will not sting the pocketbook. South SHORELAND— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. When there's an urge for either new cuisine or orthodox delights, you'll like the Shoreland. Sundays, too. TI4E CHICAGOAN rena hartman inc presents dre//e/ gown/ coat/ costumes/ wrap/ en/emble/ for tho/e with ta/te and d i/c r i m i n a t ion 333 michigan avenue north TUE CHICAGOAN J\MilMi> ^UL&lllljblL \^dwn£asttfJ&ted The Stamp of FINE CRAFTSMANSHIP FROM FAMOUS SHOPS THERE is in good furniture the tangi' ble expression of smart modes and fine manners — of cultivated tastes — readily reconciled with your own idea of a sen' sible investment at the John M. Smyth Store. A FINE HEPPLEWHITE Decorated in genuine mar' quetry are the exquisitely matched satinwood panels of this splendid Hepplewhite group (above); its solid ma hogany posts are hand'carved. N»ne Pieces, Twin Beds. Dresser, Chest, Portable Mir ror, Toilet Table, Bench, Chair and Night Stand: $2,253 AFTER ROBERT ADAM Faithful to the finest tradi tions of Roher Adam is the elegance of this unusual- group (left), with decorative panels of crotch satinwood, banded in curly maple. T^ine Pieces; Twin Beds, Dresser, Chest, Mirror, Toilet Table, Night Stand, Bench, Chair: $4,100 Established 1867 Deep Rooted Like on Oak Editorially WE can submit statistics to show that in spite of romantic stories about the doing-in of Dingbat Oberta and kindred incidents, Chicago is seventeenth (or maybe twenty-third) from the head of the list of Ameri can cities in deeds of violence. . . . We can prove from weather bureau data that this city is no windier than many another, so far as velocities are concerned. . . . We can call expert accountants to testify that our bankruptcy is technical and that the municipal debt, per capita, is about one third of New York's. But we refrain from argument on these points. Why quarrel with mythology? In good time, these fables will blow away into Nirvana; and when the folklorists ask, "Where are the shames of Chicago we used to hear about?" we will answer blithely, "Ou sont Us neiges d'antanl" For example: there was once a myth that all Chicago women had big feet. It flourished mightily, hardly more than twenty years ago; and every cartoonist and japester in the country worked the subject overtime. The Father of Lies begot it, and now it has been forgotten. So, if the outlanders annoy you with their jeers about Chicago's reputation, remember that time heals all things. The first hundred years are the hardest, and we're only ninety-three. Also, there is nothing as old as yesterday's newspaper. MR. STAGG of the Maroons has testified before the judiciary committee of the House of Representatives to the effect that prohibition is a good thing for the youth of the land. His expression of opinion was received with respect by both the Montagues and the Capulets of the great national feud. He is a man of notable sincerity. His remarks, however, were the generalities of a zealot, the inevitable echoes of the type of mind to which prohibi tion is an infallible religion and a panacea for all the social evils. The only hint he gave of insight into the manners of the era was a confession that he trembled "to think what this revolt of youth might have led to if the prohibi tion laws were not in operation." Which merely begs the question. To understand the ways of youth, one must share, ex perimentally at least, its pleasures and its vices. Mr. Stagg has never done that, before or after prohibition. He has walked in austerity all the days of his life, and a student who didn't follow his lead was a "jackass." He has no sympathetic understanding of the temptations of the flesh and the flask, and it is not likely that he has had much op portunity to observe them in operation among students. He is a survival of Cromwell's praying soldiery — a good man for the position he holds but not especially persuasive as a social philosopher. ; Mr. Stagg once had a football team, back in the days of the open saloon, about which he worried greatly. He was afraid that most of its members were doomed to an early death because of their careless habits. They played a season of fourteen games, losing none; they never got hurt; they won the title of champions of the West. That was the team of 1899. All down the years Mr. Stagg's soul was troubled about those wild boys whom he loved. Last year they assembled for their thirtieth anniversary, and lo! they were all alive— sturdy and prosperous men who looked as if they might be able to give the 1929 prohibition Maroons a terrible battle. Mr. Stagg forgot to cite this horrible example of the old regime in his testimony. T'HE trustees of the Art Institute have pointed the <lfinger of civic opportunity toward the Goodman Thea ter. They have said in effect: "If Chicago wants an art theater of international distinction, we have the makings right here on the lake front. Therefore let the good citi zens who are always talking about improving the drama arise and shine. We want 10,000 subscriptions, for ticket reservations next season. Otherwise, this pleasant experi ment is likely to fold up." The Goodman has proved its case. Its early years were fumbling experimentalism in doodad drama with unbaked acting, but it has been growing, in spite of a cantankerous and grudging opposition at one or two points in the news paper sector. This year it has stepped out and shown speed. Some of its productions could be favorably com pared with the work of the Theater Guild. Its latest, The Rivals, was checked up against "all star" revivals and found good. The Goodman company has been a natural growth, not a forced hot-house plant like the Opera and our earlier ventures into the endowed drama. It began unpretentious ly and strove to derive its nourishment in a normal man ner from the meager soil that Chicago affords the theater arts. This may be the reason why it has been heckled by some of the alleged cognoscenti. They apparently did not relish the idea that Chicago, for once, was trying to roll its own. The place had no lions to sit in "society's" lap. So let's save the Goodman. Subscribe until you laugh. If this lovely playhouse were in France or Germany, every guide book would tell you not to miss it. 8 TUECMICAGOAN ^rrlarthe... ablest corsetiere in $11 Paris... is represented exclusively in Chicago at Saks-Fifth Avenue. . ? . her new collection is now here... just as important to women of fashion as the ar» rival of the new Paris gowns. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE North Michigan at Chestnut CHICAGO THE CHICAGOAN A Final Word on Columnism AND NOT A WISE-CRACK IN IT By James Weber Linn NOTE: Something, said we, had to be done about this columnist business, a last- line sort of something, such as the late Bert Leston Taylor would have done. The doing of this something seemed somehow — perhaps because of a kindred finality marking the writings of the two men — to fall within the province of Dr. Linn. With its doing, we return the column-writing in dustry to custody of the no doubt relieved editors of six pretty good newspapers with assurance; jhat we feel much the same way about" it d& WHY The Chicagoan should ask me to write an article on columnists I do not know. I am not a columnist, know little of the history of "columns," except what I got from the perusal of Ralph Cannon's essay, and very seldom read any column ex cept Ashton Stevens' and those which appear on the local sport pages, which include Warren Brown's in the Her' ald'Eocaminer, Jimmy Corcoran's, Harry Neily's, and Leo Fischer's in the American, Ralph Cannon's and John Keys' in the 7<[ews, and Walter Har ris's in the Post; and I don't read those (except Keys') as columns, but because they contain information interesting to me. Ralph Cannon used to write a real column in the Journal; but the T^ews, for reasons of its own, has turned him into just a "star reporter." What is more, I confess to a pro found ignorance of "what the public wants." Take a recent instance of what I mean. A new and a real "column" appeared not long ago in the sport pages of the ls[ews; it was con ducted by W. S. Forman. I read it day by day with pleasure; it seemed to me funny without being genteel, and stimulating without being mali cious. I spoke of it to a friend, remark ing, "It will soon be out." "Why?" he asked. "Because," I said, "I like it." And the next day it disappeared, I presume forever. For the same rea son, I await with uneasiness the dis appearance of Mr. Keys' "Right in the Mitt." BUT as I have been asked to write on columns, I may as well present my own theory. A column must de pend for success on one of two things, personalities or personality. It must either include the one or reflect the other. By far the easiest way to run a column, no doubt, is by soliciting, and using, "contributions." Once get the flow of contributions started, and your column is made, if you, as man ager of the column, have the moral courage to print them. I could never have. The great mass of the stuff turned m is terrible. I do not seek (or often print) contributions, and yet I do not speak from hearsay. Some years ago I used to week-end not infrequently with Dick Little, and he would always bring with him a bag full of letters from contributors; and now and then I would look over the contributions. Only one word describes them in the mass: garbage. Many of them were the sort that made it impossible for Dick to employ a woman Stenographer to help him sort them; but most were merely dull, with a dullness, that was indescribable in its effect upon the mind. They chloroformed ypur in- telligenee^ One in twenty, iif you could keep awake, you would find printable; one in a hundred,, amusing; one in* a thousand, as good as T)ick could have produced himself, perhaps. When he ran across one such, he used to give a cheer. And yet? Dick is a modest man. Keith Preston, whom I loved, said to me once, "I owe such success as I have to my quite remarkable unpopu larity with the typical contributor." But even Dick, even Keith, had to go on printing the least awful, or said they did. I never knew why. I know now. Every contribution printed is a personal mention, and any sort of per sonal mention means a reader, often several readers. That is what I mean when I say that a column may depend for its success largely on the inclusion of personalities. But it need not, provided the con ductor of the column has a personality of his (or her) own, and the technique that permits him to reflect it. Take, for example, the column of Heywood Broun. Broun was not much given, when I used to read his stuff, to using contributions, and hardly more to per sonal mention except of himself. But he had in those days an interesting personality, and he managed to reflect it. That was one of the reasons why as critic of theatrical performances he was so unreasonable. (I do not say unfair; unreasonable.) When he wrote of a play, he was never thinking of the p||^, but only of himself. The impression he gave the reader was vivid, but it was an impression of Broun, not of the performance. As the real object of a dramatic critic is (I presume) to comment upon the drama, Ihjs articles were unreasonable. But in his column, where his real ob ject was to present himself, he was reasonable as well as delightful. . t I HAVE said that a writer who con ducts a column of the reflected-per- sonality type must have the technique that permits him to reflect it. Per haps I should have said, the taste. All of us, who can write at all, can write well enough to say what we mean. But to decide on what we mean to say, to select from complexities of our per sonality those bits that exhibit us fair ly, is quite another matter. I have a chance to study this in my courses in English composition at the University. I become acquainted with a student, find many things in him lov able, and then get from him, in the course of the quarter, a "personal es say," let "us say, or a short story, or even a poem, which if presented to anybody who did not know him well, or to the public, would give a very wrong picture of him, show his per sonality completely out of focus. His taste has failed him in selection. And a columnist who depends on reflecting his personality has so many opportuni ties to go wrong, to fail in taste! The saddest effect of these slips, if he slips, is not, moreover, on his readers, but on himself. The judgment of his readers (who are not professionals) is likely to be fallible. The judgment of the larger number, indeed, is almost cer tain to be wrong. In this reflection of his personality, therefore, the writer may not depend on them. He must depend on himself. And the effect of slips is cumulative. One, when he per- ,, [turn to. page, 45] 10 William Wrigley, Jr.: Jaws move throughout the land, chicle spreads over the world, white towers rise on the boule vard, a pennant comes to Town. Behind all this the genial pioneer of high-pressure ad vertising, builder of a huge business, owner of the Cubs, of Santa Catalina Island and of Chicago's most impressive fleet of auto mobiles; executive chairman of the Red Cross, active Republican, popular host and vigorous sportsman; at his desk every morn ing at 8:30, in the box over third base al most any summer afternoon. William Rufus Abbott: Came out of the east to become a crusading citizen of Illinois; up from the ranks to presidency of Illinois Bell Telephone, executive of Chi cago Crime Commission, member of execu tive committees of Chicago Plan Commis sion and of the 1933 Fair; one of the lead ers in the First State Industrial Wage Loan Society, which drove loan sharks from the state; loyal worker for Boy and Girl Scout movements and father of two little Scouts. Distinguished Chicagoans SEQUENCE OF PORTRAITS By /. H . E. Clark Clara E. Laughlin: The book-a-year lady, author of thirty or more since 1902; wanderlust personified, perhaps the only woman who organized and conducts a suc cessful Travel Service; chevalier of the Legion of Honor; in her map-surrounded offices at the Fine Arts Building when she isn't blazing new trails for another So You're Going volume. The editor of this department appropriates Mark Twain's im mortal "The report of my death is grossly exaggerated," which serves all humble reporters who inexplicably dispose, as I did last issue, of gentlemen so eminently alive as Mr, A. Starr Best. As Twain said — TI4E CHICAGOAN Harold E. Foreman: From Dartmouth to apprenticeship as messenger boy in Corn Exchange Bank before he was ad mitted to the family banking business; through that to vice-presidency and '' up to president's chair of what is now the: Fore man National Bank; office in magnificent new Foreman building, home in Glencoe, yachtsman, Historical Society, Sigma Chi and G. O. P. Edward N. Hurley: Most be-medalled citizen of the Town, D. S. M. from the United States, Legion of Honor from France, TA Sho Cha ho from China, Knight of Malta from the Vatican, Laetare medal from Notre Dame, his Alma Mater; farmer and stock raiser, and maker of ap pliances to lighten the housekeeper's bur den; chairman of the Federal Trade Com mission and thereby honored friend of Latin America and China; chairman of the Shipping Board and president of the Em ergency Fleet in the critical war years, leader in the War Council of the Red Cross; an ever-responsive patriot. THE CHICAGOAN n - v- % : What Price Manners ? A CRITICAL INSPECTION OF OUR FIRST-NIGHT BEHAVIOR By Robert D. Andrews THIS was the night when every body turned out to get a good sound shock out of Strictly Dishonor' able. The theater was filling, there were plenty of boiled fronts and shoulder blades, there was the sort of gala feeling that comes when the meal was not too bad and the cocktails had only a little after-taste. Down the aisle came a lady who wore a rhinestone cap over her blonde hair and a gown which was mostly rhinestones and a smile that might have been carved carefully in tinted wax. This was, of course, Texas Guinan, and she had come to see the show and sit in aisle three. And all eyes turned on swivels. All voices whispered "Texas Guinan!" "Who?" "I said it was Texas Guinan." "He says that's Texas Guinan!" "Oh, yes, Texas Guinan." "Sure. That's who it is. Texas Guinan." "I'd a known anywhere that was Texas Guinan." She sat down gracefully, as though NOTE: Mr. Andrews, Associate Editor of the Daily News' Midweek Features Sec tion, is new enough to Chicago and old enough in experience to see the Town as his own yet not without relation to a wide ly contacted metropolitan norm. Novelist, playwright, librettist, drama critic, once even actor, he finds Chicago theater man ners thus and so and so states in the first article of a volatile, not to say explosive, series written for THE CHICAGOAN. The Tower Town Tea will be taken apart in the second article. she did not know very well that she had made a good entrance. She dis posed herself comfortably and she re garded the stage. The play — and the noise — began. There were six people in the row be hind the Guinan, who were the kind of people who wear the kind of evening clothes you cannot rent, and they ob viously knew what things were about. But they burbled. They barked. They let the sharp edge get sharper in their sharp voices; they were raucous, uncurbed, violently impolite. You heard only snatches of Miss Perry's preciously southern accent up through the uproar of these nice people; you heard only occasionally the barytone fervency of Edward Raquello. Mostly, you heard the nice people. You did not hear Texas Guinan at all. She is a famous lady from the night clubs. She can make the incoming sucker hear every word from a distance of eight miles and a half. She can quiet a hundred rioters with one acid word. But here she was silent (as one should be); she was listening to some one else, not herself; she had come to hear a play and (whenever the nice people would let her) she was hearing it. And one said "Brava Guinan." And "A bas nice people." WHICH true story is told as a preliminary to the argument that Chicago has the noisiest, the least well bred, the most impolite, the most consistently cacophonous first-night 12 THE CHICAGOAN dressed-up nice-people in the world. And that if this be society — and it must be — then society in Chicago has shouted not "Let us be gay" but "Let us be loud." And gone about the busi ness immediately. I suppose it is impolite to say things like this. When a fat man with a Sons of the American Revolution ros ette in his lapel decides that his new story about Pat and Mike is much more interesting than Jane Cowl's effort to breathe some sort of life into Jenny, perhaps he is quite justified in telling that story from the aisle seat, second row, center, to a friend in the aisle seat, fourth row, left, no matter what telling his story may do to Miss Cowl's attempt to make a stupid character less stupid. And when Mrs. Somebody-or- other who has just got a new wrap tells Mrs. Somebody-else, three rows back, "I got it in New York last week," that may be quite all right, though at this mo ment Erin O'Brien-Moore is seeing her dead mother carried away from Street Scene. I do not know, really. I could never get past the third chapter heading in Emily Post and there are times when I go to the theater simply because I want to see and hear a play. There have been many times when it did not seem worthwhile to pay the laundry man and get my shirt. But I have never yet seen a play or a musical show or a revue in Chicago at which there were not at least thirty well dressed people who made themselves equally obnoxious to actors and audi ence, from first to last. And I wonder why it should be so. THE actor is a poor devil and he has to be taught that he must not get above himself. After all, he is getting paid to be up there; when one buys a ticket unquestionably one also buys a part of the theater and the show and the actor. But consider — for one example — the case of John Charles Thomas, who sang, not so long ago, at the Palace theater. He was singing OV Man River; he was giving the song all the dramatic fervor and all the voice he could. And as he neared his climatic effort, a man and a woman in the first row center stood up, their expensively clothed outlines mountainous against light, almost cutting Mr. Thomas out of view, stopped while the woman leisurely adjusted her wrap, stopped again to discuss the fact that somebody didn't get her knees out of the way, at last reached the aisle, walked slowly up the aisle — discussing in acrid tones the unimportance of this bill and of all vaudeville bills — and at long last reached an exit and were gone. Nothing was done about them. No devoted usher leaped upon them and hammered them on their heads with his flashlight. Nobody hissed. And Mr. Thomas went on determinedly, finished his song. Why should he not? But I hope there was too much lemon in the drinks at the party those people were going to. AND there was Holiday, over at the i Goodman, where art is sometimes glorified. The seats, as you know, swing in great half-circles clear across the fine expanse of the theater. And the Guinan was there again, without the rhinestone cap this time, but listening to the wit of Philip Barry and the smooth reading of Helen Root with grave and honest attention. But there were a man and a woman two rows farther down who thought after the second act was half over that they had seen quite enough for one night. So they got up. The performance was important, just then; things were being set in motion on the stage which had a great bearing on what was to follow; Mr. Barry must have seen this moment as an extremely vital one. And the actors were doing their best. The man and woman aimed at the farthest exit. They moved jerkily. Nobody stood up, of course; in Chi cago, one sits still and mutely dares the invader to cross the sacred precincts of one's knees. So there were interrup tions in the march of these nice people. Then finally they were almost at the end of the row. In a moment, now, the business of the play could go on. At this point, the man and the woman saw friends three rows back. And naively, as though they were walking along a road in South Dakota, they cried greetings and friendly in sults, and were answered in kind. They got out of sight, some time after that. And one might then try as hard as one was able to recapture the gay, light mood of the play; to go on with what one came to the theater for. AND there was Strange Interlude. i This was a play to which a great many people went because other people had gone and others had read the book and others said it had some hot spots. Then, it was a pretty funny way to spend an evening, to hurry over from the office and sit in the thea ter for an hour or so listening to a lot of people talking a lot, and then go out and have dinner and some drinks and then come back and sit for two or three hours more hearing a lot of stuff like Freud. That was something to talk about. I do not mean to allege that there were not a number in each audience who went in the sincere belief that here was a theatrical experiment worth watching, that here was something to be observed intelligently, that here the exquisite showmanship of O'Neill and something of his genius— and certainly the fine acting of Tom Powers and (later) Ralph Morgan— were combined in a very important feature of Chica go's rather odd theatrical season. But I do mean that the nice people —and I call them that because that is what they would call themselves if you let them — made what should have been vital as much of a farce as they would. I do not think that Mr. O'Neill was trying to be funny when he made Tom THE CHICAGOAN 13 If* iS^ : ^ Powers greet Glen Anders politely, urbanely, and burst suddenly into that flat, terrific aside, "What the hell's he coming around here for, anyhow?" I did not think it was very funny. I thought it was the most tragically hopeless outburst in the play. But there was a noble lady in the aisle ahead — she had been at the face re storer's for three hours that day, I think, and if her face had not been lifted it should have been — who found this line better than Ted Healy's gag about "Is that your face?" and reacted accordingly. She pounded her escort on the shoulder, she laughed long and loud; she almost got up and danced. And for three minutes or so what O'Neill had written and the actors were saying was lost in the mirth of this nice lady. I thought "Surely I am wrong. Surely she could not be anybody." So at intermission I watched. She came out swinging a marvelous cape around her ample shoulders; she got into a long and inordinately expensive- looking limousine, she wheeled away with all the panoply of Queen Mary coming back from a visit to the work ing girls. And she was back at 7:30, or a little after, noisier than ever. She had been at dinner and she had done herself very well with dinner and with other things. She was in good shape to have a good evening, and she had it. Of course, she murdered half a dozen important speeches, she made twenty or thirty or fifty people un comfortable, she made a spectacle of herself of a sort she would not have recognised. But she left in the man ner of one casting pearls, regarding the common herd with an uncommonly stony stare. She was nice people. And what of it? INDEED, what of it? I do not ex actly know. Yet it is not really pleasant to hear unchecked laughter, noisy arguments, violent "Hello, Jims" and "See you later, Marys" from ten or a dozen peo ple in the first or the second row, over and around and through the ringing accents of George Hayes when he gives an impassioned reading of a speech from Midsummer light's Dream. One expects a little more courtesy than that to a visiting Englishman, to a sincere ; actor, to a great playwright. It is not really amusing, when in the midst of a Roman Bohnen's de licious comedy speech at the Goodman the dowager in row five, center, inter rupts a long flow of chatter to ask loudly of a man sitting five seats away, "Felix, what did we pay for that old couch?" None of this is amusing, and yet it is the rule. One looks — being young — for a cer tain courtesy, for at least the kindness of silence, when a playwright and an actor are giving all they can to a part. But courtesy and kindness are what the playwright and the actor do not get from the first row people in Chi cago. Not, at least, from the people from whom you are trained to expect unfailing politeness and quiet and poise. But rather from Texas Guinan and those other students who go to a play because they really want to see and hear a play. I like Texas Guinan. Overtones THE author of a book entitled How to Live 100 Tears died at the age of 69. Perhaps, knowing how, he didn't care to. ? Secretary of Labor Davis is going to run for election to the Senate. Having dealt with the working world for many years, he now wants to see how the other half lives. The "communist uprising," adver tised for March 6, failed to material ize to the extent anticipated. Being communists, they all expected some body else to do the work. ? In 1933, three hours will constitute a day's work, says Dudley Crafts Wat son. This will make it hard for men who are accustomed to taking four hours for lunch. ? Henry Ford is said to blame Wall street interests for the prevalence of bootlegging in Dearborn, Mich. Any way, it's probably watered stock. ? An English peer has intimated that an effort will be made to sell the Brit ish West Indies to the United States. President Hoover should make sure that sewers, water, gas and electricity are in. ? Rear- Admiral Byrd will soon be home to receive an uproarious wel come. A ticker-tape snowstorm, how ever, would be quite an anti-climax. ? Five crates of shamrocks were brought to Chicago for the celebra tion of St. Patrick's Day. But the boys supplied their own home-grown Irish confetti. ? An additional fund of $100,000,000 has been asked for the Federal Farm Board by President Hoover. It is not cleai whether this is to be for farm relief or farm board relief. ? John N. Willys, former automobile manufacturer, has been appointed am bassador to Poland. He will put diplomacy on a line-production basis. ? The Junior League sale of used wearing apparel was a riotous success. Any dresses that weren't knocked down were torn down. ? The Labor government in England met defeat on the coal mines bill, but did not resign. Presumably it will now insist on being paid time and a half for overtime. ? Dingbat Oberta received a typical gangster's funeral. In the underworld, every good bump-off deserves a good send-off. — JOHN C. EMERY. 14 TUECI4ICAGQAN The Ungentle Art of Ballyhoo SOME INTIMATE AND ILLUMINATING REVELATIONS By Guy Robertson WHEN I was a boy I thought "ballyhoo" was a word that Harvard lads used in creating an English impression. Now a man, I know ballyhoo is the word that rules the world. It is employed by poli ticians, wives, co'eds, debutantes, rich men, poor men, beggar men, thieves. No longer is it a case of the man who talks the wisest — no indeed. Now it is a case of the man who talks the loudest. Be unusual and tell the world about it is what one must do, if he would have his name in the hall of fame, Who's Who, or the newspapers. The competition is keen. One must out-ballyhoo the ballyhooers if he would "arrive." Ballyhoo if you would have a sav ings account, ballyhoo if you would have a job, ballyhoo if you would land a prospect, ballyhoo if you would get a husband, ballyhoo if you would be elected, from the cradle to the ceme tery—ballyhoo! THERE was a time (Ah, blessed day) when an actor held the pub lic eye because of the striking things he did. That was his business — doing things strikingly. It sometimes landed him on Page One! Now and then he made the comic section. Today there is nothing left for an actor to do. Every alderman and stenographer in town has done it before him. We song slinging, dance plugging heroes of footlight fame must have publicity. The public must hear of us before they read our final press story in the obituary columns. (Many press agents would write that story gladly, incidentally.) We stoop very low in our efforts to be heralded. I, for example, have pushed a peanut down Dearborn Street with my nose. After the first block, however, I gave up the idea, for both my nose and the crowd were getting a bit thin. Gladly would I have a racketeer kidnap and beat me, but the average city editor would think that too ordi nary to print. I would shoot some one if I could think of an unusual way of doing it, but there is no new way in which to put over the great na tional sport. I would be an amateur, and my killing would end in the waste basket with the other twenty nightly unpublished gun battles. Now, with the primaries coming on no actor stands a chance. Politicians can yell much louder than we can. They have had so many years experi ence, in yessing everybody. IN the good old days when my Father was on the stage an actor's face was his fortune. In 1930 an actor's face may still be his fortune, but only if he keeps his mouth con stantly open. My family sent me to a well-known college to be exposed to the glories of civil engineering. The college had learned about this ballyhoo business, and because I came of a theatrical family threw me into college dramatics in my Freshman year, crashed the local papers with a lot of stories (for new college applications) and thereby stole a mastermind from the engineering profession. They expressed no sorrow about it when confronted by my irate parents, for after all my family were to blame for naming me Guy. During the war I figured that they couldn't hear me if I tried competing with the machine guns in the trenches, so I joined the Naval Aviation Service and put my trademark on the sky. I would do it again only Chicago skies are so completely plastered with the trademarks of coal dealers. To do a thing half-heartedly is much worse than not to do it at all, I figured, so my first post-war show was Head Over Heels with Mitsi. One might say I tumbled into it. I thought I pulled some pretty original stuff that season. It was matinee idol dope that should have brought the women flock' ing to the box office. When the fair sex didn't arrive in the droves that I had expected I consulted my man ager about my sex appeal. "Your stunts aren't bad, Guy," I was told, "but every soda jerker in town has been pulling them all season, and it doesn't cost as much to have a soda." When I first came to Chicago, Arthur (the Great) Shires was in the limelight and I was about to put up a thousand dollars as a challenge to Art when Judge Landis stepped in. Now the best I can do is to bet a thou sand that Art and I would have made a better job of it than Sharkey and Scott did, but who cares? IN case anyone doesn't know, I'm playing the lead in ?iina Rosa over at the Great Northern and, strange as it may seem, in the play I'm a very successful young engineer. My family is delighted. I wrote home and told them about it. At last their son is amounting to something. I had often regretted not having gone on with the profession that my father chose for me, until I learned this part and found that even in the remotest districts of Peru an engineer has to ballyhoo. Ballyhooing, from the stage or from a construction camp, amount to just about the same thing, but an engineer has to fight with his fists to protect the girl he loves, whereas an actor has only to fight with his manager to pre tect his pay check. Of the two evils I think I made the wisest choice. I wish all you local ballyhooers would come on over. I have a lot to learn about the noble art of slinging the ballyhoo a la Chicago. rWQO-IICAGOAN 15 Gourmet's Baedeker A WORLD TOUR VIA RESTAURANTS OF THE TOWN By Mary B. Holoubek BY all the laws of nature and of the tourist agents, the spring season should see humanity marching up the gangplank for a refreshing visit to other scenes and other people. But time, duty, business, may prevent or postpone that delightful event in many lives and, in the interim, man must be served. In the numerous foreign inns about town he is served too, with all the national color that sets him goggle-eyed in restaurants abroad, and with the authentic dishes that give travel much of its real zest. They are a motley lot, these restaurants, a few of them well-known and popular among Americans; others catering chiefly to their own race or nationality. But if you have a hankering for mild and pleasurable adventures and an ap preciation of cosmopolitan cuisine these bits of Turkey, Czecho- Slovakia, Mexi co, China, Italy, Poland and Palestine (and we have a few more up our sleeves) are something new for spring evenings when you feel the need of a change. The most abrupt transportation Eric, of the Cafe Old Stamboul from the new world to the old comes with a visit to the Turkish Cafe Old Stamboul, at 39 East Oak Street. Up the block Lake Shore Drive drifts into Michigan Avenue, and down the State Street cars rattle on to the Loop. But no furious American bustle and sound penetrate the crimson and silver draped walls of Cafe Old Stamboul. Heavy incense, candle light, narghile pipes, brasses and oriental rugs, reed fifes and Turkish dancing girls, a Per sian cat answering to the name Joujou, and a giant Turkoman in fez and slippers, — we might be in a Metro- Goldwyn harem. Until the dinner be gins. Then we are convinced the harem is in Turkey and the kitchen, Constantinople. With pomegranates and hazel nuts comes a thin syrup of honey and butter. The salad and soup are familiar enough, amazingly like those we will find later at the Milano, pastina (chopped spaghetti) in the lamb broth, black olives a part of the salad, with a strange tomato juice dressing. A more conglomerate course than the next will never be found; lamb, egg-plant, po tatoes, green peppers, cabbages and toma toes, all barbecued, speared with a spit and roasted slowly before an open fire, the result, a crispness and smoky savor with no alien seasoning. Complements to the barbecued foods are grape-leaves stuffed with minced lamb, lamb filled cabbage- leaves, and split wheat, boiled, then fried in butter, tast ing a bit like the Chinese bird nest. Rice pudding with almond dressing, flakes of Turkish pastry covered with honey, perfumed Turkish candy, a glorified American gum drop, and thick, ¦*•** 'We might be in a Metro-Goldwyn harem. . . ." sweet coffee complete the dinner. Then a Byzantine door closes behind us and we are on Oak Street again, to the right of us Michigan Avenue melting into Lake Shore Drive, and to the left the State Street cars rumbling north from the Loop. SINCE President Masaryk has had a birthday of late, with much jubila tion in the land, Czecho- Slovakia is a fitting choice for our next port of call. Celebrations are happy at the Sokol Slavsky Restaurant, Czech stronghold of dumplings and sauerkraut on 22nd Street and 62nd Avenue. Here, in a pillared hall of rough plaster among modernistic frosted lights and triangu lar mirrors, flaxen haired waitresses and a plump-cheeked Czech proprietor succeed in recapturing the essence of old Bohemia. The menu is as varied as the patronage, but a typical Czech dinner is featured every evening. Soup, of course, thin chicken soup colored with saffron, or thick brown soup of mushrooms and barley; the ever pres ent dumpling (Czech substitute for potatoes) the sauerkraut in place of a salad, cabbage and roast pork flavored with caraway seed, generous slabs of sweet butter, black peasant bread or aristocratic white with its crust braided and smothered with poppy seed. Poppy seed cakes, delicious tid-bits of bread dough stuffed with sugar and seed paste, are served with the coffee. On special holidays dumplings are filled 16 THE CHICAGOAN with strawberries, peaches, or other seasonal fruits' and blanched almond bread is added to the table. And no Czech dinner is perfect without a stein of Pilsen beer. Everyone drinks beer, from year old Pepi to great grand mother Marianka. On Saturday nights the Sokol restaurant goes into the dine and dance class, offering Frank Pav- lik's Czech Collegians, whose round of jazz alternates with folk music, but on other evenings one feasts undisturbed and ecstatic. Chinese restaurants, of course, are legion, but nowhere does one dine more perfectly than at Won Kow's, 2233 Wentworth Avenue, palatial haunt of bean sprout soup and almond subgum chow mein, bak kwok, jow won ton, strange but palatable mix tures of sweet and sour spare-ribs, white mushrooms, birds' nests and candied vegetables. Kumquats and rich almond sugar cookies top off a typical oriental dinner in which, lo and behold, chop suey has no place! In Chinatown there is no bread and butter, dry boiled rice being an ade quate substitute. If the Czechs must have beer the Chinese need tea, flower- flavored tea in thimble cups. They drink it to the accompaniment of weird music from a pearl and lacquered vie trola. If you wish, chop sticks are thoughtfully supplied by the proprie tor, splendid souvenirs with inscrip tions from Confucius or Chinese poetry. But as eating implements I have yet to see them mastered by an Occidental. FOR our fourth port we have an unspoiled representative of our neighbor to the south — Mexico. Blue- washed walls, pasteboard signs warn ing the customer that the proprietor is not responsible for the lost overcoat, a single weary Spanish menu circulat ing among five tables. Plump Papa behind the lunch counter scoops chili into soup bowls, plump Mama in the kitchen cooks tamales over a coal fire and chops onions for enchiladas, Maria the plump waitress leisurely plods back and forth so easily side-tracked that the first customer to order tamales may wait for them until later and more in sistent arrivals have been served. Such is Bello Mexico, two plate glass win dows at 835 Halsted Street, neighbor to Hull House. An American cus tomer is unusual, a party of Ameri cans phenomenon enough to make the neighborhood children line up on the Who are these that toil not . . . bat arise and array themselves and fall into eager line for a 10:30 a. m. talkie? Loop Life By Robert Lee Eskridge NOTE: Mr. Eskridge, back from the Gambier Archipelago after three years pain* South Sea subjects, detects in the Loop a flamboyant magnificance which, in motio" not in tone, echoes the mesmeric aura of haunted islands. An impending volume explain, this Autumn, Mr. Eskridge's extended absences from the better salons civilized studios of erudite Chicago. Again to beloved Tahiti come August, thence Paris for exhibition of his show at the French Water Color Exposition in 1931, runs presently charted course of the man whose Marco Polo murals gladden you in Palmer House lobby. Meanwhile, there will be more of this Loop Life thing, pen* which it's a good idea to inspect the artist's hangings at the International Water M Show. And these . . . that lunch in Woolworth's new base ment amid unguarded splendor of ruby pendants and diamond necklaces. _ A sandwich and thee beside me in the basement's glare. From the Bello Mexico to Blintzes Inn is a stone's throw, from Halsted Street to 3500 Douglas Boulevard where the Jewish People's Institute is the heart of the new Ghetto. But we are hurled from sleepy Mexico to the Hebrew quarter of Palestine over whose modern stones broods the Old Testament. In Blintzes Inn the kitchen is Kosher and the Hebraic laws of food preparation are adhered to rigidly. The dining room is divided into dairy and front side-walk with their noses pressed against the window. The food is an adventure to every one whose acquaintance with Mexican dishes is confined to chili and tamales. Tortillas and atole, tacos and enchila das — chopped onions and grated cheese and what-not rolled in the tortilla and fried in red oil, served hot with grated cheese sprinkled over the top in Italian fashion, a redolent, heart-warming meal! TUECUICAGOAN 17 And who are these . . . keen to the discordant sounds and color of the department store basement, a jangle beggaring the brazen beauty of drums beating in tropical jungle? And . . . these careless loiters over tenth editions, less storied but more color ful than they who pore o'er bookstalls on quays that line the Seine. meat sections in accordance with the injunction of the Old Testament to keep such foods separately. Here are served the famous blintzes from which the Inn takes its name, crisply fried rolls stuffed with cottage cheese and covered with a dressing of sour milk. Borsch, the milk and sugar-beet soup from Russia is a favorite dish but served clear here, since milk in a meat soup is forbidden. The most famous of all Jewish dishes, gvelte fish, is a perfect supplement to consomme with mandel, the Jewish dumpling, fluffy balls of dough, boiled in oil. There is no music. Eating Kosher is a serious business in which the frivolity of music has a scant welcome. LENARD'S Polish Restaurant at * 1166 Milwaukee Avenue recog nizes that both the Pole and Jew have borrowed from the kitchen of Russia when it gives a prominent position on its dinner menu to borszay, the Rus sian borsch. But while we find Blintzes Inn serving it a clear blood red, Lenard's adds milk and hard boiled egg, giving it a delicious and less terrifying appearance. It is difficult to picture Poland in Lenard's, an ultra modern American dining room, all panels and varnish, crystal and mir rors, with only gay red-smocked wait resses and murals of Polish patriots to warn us we are to eat kasga instead of mashed potatoes. We expect music and we get it, WMAQ and KYW from a super-Majestic. Then comes dinner, and KYW fades into nothing. There is kasga a fried buckwheat reminiscent of nothing unless it be a bran muffin with an overdose of bak ing powder and a little bitter. With kasga they serve potato pancakes and beef tenderloins wrapped around mushrooms and hamburger steak, slow boiled to form a rich brown gravy. Again we find the bread black rye and the butter sweet. With coffee appears the Polish doughnut, a variation of the German bismarck with white sugar coating and plum jelly centers Un like the Czech, a typical Polish dinner includes salad, fresh celery and radishes, pickled cucumber and hard little onions, sweet-sour in German style. Italy looms high in the gourmet's journey around the world. The Milano Italiano Restaurant, up one flight at 2723 North Clark Street, perhaps the least publicized of Chicago's dining rooms, ranks high on the list with its quiet dignity and perfect service. No where in Milan can there be a cook with the same savory magic. Such antipasto! Ripe olives, celery, lettuce, tomatoes, slices of smoked fish and salami sausage, tiny green peppers steeped in garlic and spice, pimento, a glorious meal in itself. Grated Italian cheese, of course, with the soup, con somme pastina, and with spaghetti and raviola. Otherwise, the menu is inter national, offering as well roast turkey or duckling, fried chicken, French fried potatoes, but the dish to choose, if you feel the need after platters of spaghetti and ravioli is steak a la Milano. There is music and you may dance, if you are able, after the dinner. And so to dine at home until a new unrest hurries us to France or Sweden, to a luncheon in Hungary, or dinner in Greece. [Note: Miss Holoubek's second article will be published in an early issue.] 18 TI4E CHICAGOAN Vernal Vogue QUATRAINS TO TERPSICHORE By Gaba Meet Connie Chintz, arrayed in shorts, "Who clipped the ad and won success; Now magnetizing bald-pate sports With that incomparable fin esse. Here's Hattie and Hannah and Hortenses three, Who think that their act is a hit; But the boys in the balcony seats don't see Why their dance isn't pro grammed "Omit." When Argentina came to town, She started things with Hilda Hinks; Quite well (perhaps) she wears the gown, But dancing isn't what she thinks. The bigger half of Mal colm Meeks But short ago essayed the dance; And now she chooses nought but shieks Who would decline — but not a chance. Miss Sally Swenk, with high brow zeal, Aspires to the Blotz Ballet; Somehow her dancing makes one feel She'd do lots better at croquet. THE CHICAGOAN 19 TOWN TALK THORNTON WILDER ON GENE TUNNEY* ELEVATORS OVER THE RIVER ^- JOLLY GREEKS OF JOLIET« COLUMNISTS AND KITTENS SCREW-EYE EXHIBIT •DANCING WITH QUEENIE By Richard "Riquarius" Atwater A Lion came to our Town To be adionized; He \oo\ed us up, he \oo\ed us down, He didn't seem surprised: But when I pulled the Lions tail And got him off his guard, He grasped the nearest sugarbowl And shoo\ it very hard. March's lion this year turned out to be a very nice lion indeed named Thornton Wilder, the gentle man who goes walking with Gene Tunney and writes books about bridges in Peru and ladies on Greek islands. He came to Town to let the lecture audiences see what a best-sell ing author looks like and to give a course in comparative literature at the University of Chicago. The home town literati turned out, threa round tables strong, to meet Thornton Wilder at a noted inn on Wells street. "Were you afraid to come here?" asked Editor Smith of the Hews, still worrying about Chicago's bulletish rep utation in the East. "Why, no," said Mr. Wilder. "I had heard it was quite congenial." Further cross-examination by At torney Philip R. Davis brought out the fact that the visitor had supposed the restaurant and not the city was meant. To establish a surer communion of minds, Mr. Wilder's hosts turned to his most famous book, The Bridge of San Luis Rey, which was duly con sidered and occasionally mispronounced. Having by this time finished our one dollar omelette and our twenty-cent cup of coffee, we decided the time had come to interview the lion on the things that really matter. "I am waiting," we said to Mr. Wilder, "for a good Tunney joke." The lion looked pulled, and Editor Smith explained our word was not "funny" with a Western accent, but a reference to a noted pugilist who was once in Chicago for fourteen sec onds, \ "Ah," breathed the lion, and now ensued a characteristic gesture which Professor Wilder V students at the Midway will lamentably miss when he tells them about Erskine and Euripides. Mr. Wilder reached for the heavy silver sugarbowl, gripped its two han dles with either of his vigorous hands, and shook its cargo of cubes empha tically up and down as his keen eyes regarded us. He didn't know any Tunney jokes. "But I will give you the lowdown on Tunney 's lecture on Shakespeare at Yale," said Mr. Wilder as he rattled the sugar. "You see Tunney doesn't use words the way most of us do : he takes them very seriously. So when Billy Phelps reminded Tunney ¦¦¦-that he'd invited him to talk to'his students on Shakespeare, and said, 'Now don't say you won't, because you 'premised me you would,' Tunney replied, "0, gee, did I give you my Promise?'" It seems the ex-heavyweight cham pion spells Promise with a capital P, and so despite his natural anguish went through with the jovially proposed en tertainment. And the -sugar cubes fairly danced in Herr Schlogl's bowl when Mr. Wilder got to how the Tunney-Lauder engagement was pre maturely released to the excited press. A fired housemaid on her way out took a few love letters witir .heji that were presently forwarded Jq Walter Win' chell, of ajLl people, •..., Having got our news story, we turned our lion back to his more art- minded hosts and carefully took the sugarbowl from his eager fingers. PORTRAIT OF A CONGENIAL He is fascinating company, is Thornton Wilder: no pale stylist esthete, but a fellow alive with intelli gence and almost steaming with en thusiasm. His college students this 'spring are going to have to work pretty hard, but we think they'll love it. He's not at all self-cejit^red, and has a nice sense of humor*, r, . m r ,; ; , Like most authors who have been screened, he wasn't satisfied with the movie version of his Bridge: he didn't mind distortion of the plot, but was slightly pained at Hollywood's blur ring his characters, and thus throwing away essential values. (Your reporter read the novel and didn't see the film, but got the idea it was simplified into a Mammy Song picture.) "I am now," said Mr. Wilder as he tried to reach again for the sugarbowl, "the Poet Laureate of deserted Mothers-in-Law." The poet laureate of deserted moth ers-in-law then confessed he is going to take a shot at the theater, this sum mer. And believe it or not, at this moment Mr. Jake Shubert entered the restaurant. With his new Woman of Andros book, smiled the author, his audience has added to its coast-to-coast rows of mother'in-law readers a new chorus of night club hostesses. Texas Guinan has already conspicuously endorsed its Grecian sentiments. Asked how him self would pronounce the names of the characters Glycerium and Chrysis in his latest work, Mr. Wilder laughingly claimed he didn't even know how to spell them. "I'm really quite illiter ate," said the gentleman who went to Terence and Menander for his theme. SK)tJVr*NIR Inset in Tribune Tower, as all of us have often admiringly noted, are stones taken from famous old edifices everywhere; and Mr. Wilder won dered if among them were a stone from the old Daily Hjews building; and if so, would the Tribune remove it, upon hearing this? It was Riq's idea that if such a stone were to be removed from the Tower, a bicycle wheel from the old Post building would be a most happy substitute. "There was one thing in the old Hews building that we just couldn't bear to abandon," confessed the editor of that paper. "It was the old ram shackle rope elevator that had con' 20 TME CHICAGOAN veyed so many of us up and down for decades. So we -moved it over to the new building and set it up with a placard reading 'Out of Order.' " "I don't mean to doubt your word," said the Town Talker, "but could I go over and actually see it?" The author of Deadlines gave us a reproving look, but said we could. It's in a corner of the press room. THE INCREDIBLE (AND ALMOST INEDIBLE) GREEKS Speaking of lunches and such things, we had always thought the high-water mark in restaurant menus was reached in the announcement of "Bananas with Dream." Our Mr. Friedberg, however, lately found for us in Joliet a really opulent hectograph of succulent Hellenism. From this purple banquet we recommend espe cially, "Breaded Beast of Lamb," "Virginia Ham Disse with Beanut Putter 6? Toas," "Beanes Soup Millet- tery," "Hash Brawn Potatoes" and "Germany Pain Cacke." CLOCKS OF TOWER TOWN The outdoor clock problem is nicely treated in the new Board of Trade building, the mammoth dial be ing set cosily close against the facade, low enough to be easily visible, what with the building's advantageous posi tion, all the way up La Salle street. Tower clocks, of course, will always be the most romantic of exterior time pieces, picturesquely out of order when you have to catch a train and in any case, up there in the smoke and the fog, more decorative than efficient. The lower outdoor clocks, usually sus pended over sidewalk corners from bank and department store ¦ buildings, are quite useful, but after walking tin der them for years without ever hav ing one fall on your shoulders, they seem to lack a little the real spirit of adventure. Still, we like the friendly lighted second and minute lamps on the corner clock of the Pure Oil build ing, and other of these aids to ren dezvous-keeping occasionally emit a quite encouraging chime. When you think it over seriously, any honest outdoor clock is a noble work of man, and there are only two forms of pseudo-clockery to be depre cated. One's the painted twelve-min- utes'tctwo "when Lincoln died" dummy, happily almost as obsolete as the cigar store Indian. The other is the quite practical chronometer which uses the letters of the company's name instead of numerals: a form of egotism which clock hands must point to with conservative regret. There are twelve letters in "Board of Trade," and we publicly thank its directors for sticking to the numbers that were good enough for Caesar and Augustus. If there's any justice, wheat will go up immedi ately. • ONE W. S. GILBERT MISSED Your and our old Chicago friend. the famous J. U. H. (who has re vived his twinkling column in the Saratoga (California) Star), sends, greetings and the news that he has; joined the ranks of Startled Radio, Fans. Mr. Higinbotham just heard the announcer pronounce Croesus to rhyme- with Sorosis. • "A FORM OF CRITICISM" The cooperative neighbor lady,5 who had come down the back stair& to borrow a slice of butter, gazed in-, wonder at the children's blackboard oii| the kitchen wall. Chalked on its. dusky expanse was one of those angu-. lar and curious pictures which modern ist artists and our own four'year-oldj delight to draw. "What ho," said the cooperative: lady, almost forgetting to borrow hert butter in the excitement of seeing this* masterpiece. "I suppose you keep thati there for a burglar alarm?" R. H. L.ASA RHINOCEROS "I AM THINKING SERIOUSLY," SAYS Howard Mann, the "sports expert, "of -writing a piece for you on The Decline of the Colyum." Whereupon Howard, who is Ralph Cannon's boss, cackles loud and long into our apprecia tive ear. Our best friends are still telling us of their slight disappointment in our recent Chicagoan piece on that deli cate subject: they had expected trini' trotoluol and not a gentle spraying of Djer-Kiss. Luckily Peter Koch, who illustrated the article with most dis' concerting sketches of the town clowns we so tenderly treated, seems to have added the needles and pins we forgot. One Herald and Examiner columnist was driven to public protest against his coy and balloonish portrait; and By A. R. Katz Sporting Chicago saw the most impressive polo in the Town's history at the Chicago Rid ing Club, March 5 to 8, when fifteen fiery teams rode the Illinois Circuit championships to a flashing finality. Artist Katz gives an artist's conception of the steeds, becoming real istic in his sketches of the principals outstand ingly active on Friday evening. Dick Little of the "Line" privately tells us concerning his cartoon, "Either you drew it with the pen held in the toe of your left foot, or you entrapped Jimmy Weber Linn into drawing a picture of a sick rhinoceros singing to its daughter and then you took the pk' ture and ran it in The Chicagoan as a living likeness of me." As for Ashton Stevens and his gen erously subtle paragraphs concerning us and contributors, we were already worried over what we could do about it, when that Swiss kitten we were tell ing you about in the last number of Town Talk left her tranquil home one TUE CHICAGOAN 21 recent curfew, and the little bum didn't mew at the back door until the next sunrise. We hate to play the Squire who pushes Little Nell out into the snow, but fear the worst in conse quence of Mitsi's first innocent night of revelry, having neglected previously to warn her about the bees and the flowers. The only thing to do is to solve one problem with the other. The desk clerk at the Congress Hotel may presently expect a plaintively mewing basket tied with pink baby ribbon and addressed "To the equally incompar able Mr. Ashton Stevens, from an ad miring Riq." THE TOM (EDISON) CAT Speaking of pets, our dentist is getting to be pretty good. He says he has a Persian Tom who weighs forty pounds, and whenever anybody drops in at his home and sits in an armchair beside which is one of those floor lamps with a long cord dangling from the top, the hospitable Persian will walk over and pull the cord with his teeth and light the lamp for the visitor. (Open the mouth a little wider, Mr. Ripley.) • DIVERTISSEMENT Our guest harpist today is a veiled lady who discloses only her initials; and her Spring Song is entitled "Gifts": I do not send you rarest gift or to\en, 7^o, nor new words, nor vows that ne'er before were spo\en; But you shall have new silver in an April rain, And opal's fire, an iridescent chain, When each green blade is freshly strung with dew; ¦These, with proved love, I herewith send to you. Joyof'thcmountain, trailing pin\ may bloom, Shall yield you rare and virginal perfume, And when the eerie wind sings high above your fire You shall hear Orpheus pluc\ing at his lyre; These things I send you with an untrod fairy ring Because my love is ever at the spring. B. F. O. HE LIKES SCREW-EYES It is well-known gossip that Leroy Goble is supposed to have, among other art treasures, the most notable album of book plates in Chicago; but Howard Vincent O'Brien tells us that Goble's noblest work is a secret col lection of screw-eyes and nuts. The artist insists he only has them to make bookcases and hang pictures with, but O'Brien scoffs at this as a pose. The screw-eyes and nuts are kept in little individual boxes, with maybe two screw-eyes of the same size in one box, three screw-eyes of a slightly larger diameter in the next container, and so on. Eventually, forecasts O'Brien, Goble will line each of these boxes with velvet inlays to frame each of the screw-eyes (or nuts), label each ex hibit with a Latin name, and throw a system of colored lights on the jade rack upholding his voluptuous assem bly of carpenter's jewels. PICKLES THAT TICKLED Members, along with Frank R. Adams, Bartlett Cormack, "Teddy" Linn, Harry Hansen, Guess Who and other home town boys of the We- Started - by -Writing- a-Blackf riars-Show club, will be set back a notch by the disclosure that a Hyde Park High amateur show has a record which the Gilbert and Sullivan, Juniors, of the Midway had better get down on their knees to. This Hyde Park libretto, called Pic\les, or In Old Vienna and written by Gordon Wilson, Donn Crane and Allan Benedict, was discovered by the 22 TME CHICAGOAN Chicago music publisher H. T. Fitz- Simons; who, in 1925, put it on his list of musical comedies suitable for school productions. (The colleges us ually write their own annual shows, but most high schools prefer to rent one.) Pic\les immediately caught on generally, and has since been staged often enough by enthusiastic students to make Abie's Irish Rose look like a one-night stand. It has netted its pre sumably tickled ex-Hyde Park High authors a sum of money that would bring tears to your eyes. Good high school librettos, FitsSim- ons tells us, are scarce. Books that have been wows on Broadway are likely to have too many allusions to sophisticated romance to pass the stern school supervisors; while the usual amateur book is too thin to make good in a town where the authors' rela' tives aren't there to come to the show and applaud. But given the right kind of libretto, clean, spirited and amusing, with dialogue lines short enough so the young actors can remember them, the royalties will keep coming in for years and years instead of stopping, as they often do with better known successes, just when the librettist's new car has its first engine trouble. ANOTHER MYSTERY EXPLODED Henry Justin Smith (in a minute we'll get to Queenie, and if we could only add something about Al and the Bearded Brothers this would be our Smith Number) got a call re cently from the Winnetka public li' brary concerning his Chicago, a His' tory of Its Reputation ccauthor, who also writes for The Chicagoan and MM. Balaban et Katz. "Is it true," asked the librarian, "that Mr. Lloyd Lewis is a secret serv ice man?" "No," said Smith. "Quite the con- trary. TOWN TALK BRINGS RESULTS The publisher on whose apparent disappearance we commented in our last number called Attorney Davis al most before Town Talk was on the newsstands to report that Davis' poems had not, in fact, been consumed by spontaneous combustion and that he would try to publish them on the first of May. "He seemed slightly embar rassed by your paragraph," says the bard of the bar, who is quite awed at the success of our Lost and Found department. • NEW BROWSERY IS LAUNCHED The new Walden Book Shop in the Michigan Square building, re ports Robert Pollak, is a knockout, our music critic going so far as to call it "one of the finest commercial settings in America designed in the modern manner." Credit goes to the collabora tion of artist-decorator Winold Reiss and MM. Holabird and Root. The Coopers, Netta and Theron, held a gala reception to inaugurate the new rendezvous of art and litra'cha on a recent Sunday afternoon; scheduled from 4 to 7, the party lasted till mid night. Mr. Pollak avers that an ex cellent time was had by all and that among the patrons of this estimable venture were Mr. Arthur Aldis, Mrs. Waller Borden, Mr. and Mrs. John Alden Carpenter and Mr. and Mrs. Cloyd Head. OUR HELPFUL CLIENTS Laura Kerr, Mary Holoubek, and Ted Mills, who have each advised us they used to contribute to Town Talk before it became a columnist's plaything,, are duly invited to remain in the orchestra while we play I Can't Give You Anything but Love, Baby ... on the other hand, David Keniston is pleased because he used to have to pay three cents a day for a paper, a total of 36 cents a fortnight, where now he can read Riq for 15 cents each two weeks, "a clear saving of 21 cents, and worth it." . . . Then there's Don Trump, who wants to know if we "will accept his sonnets, which up to now have been rejected by True Story, Billboard and Popular Mechanics." ... A host of other friends who have contributed epics and novels are in vited to remember we are not Dr. Eliot's Five Foot Shelf. . . . SCIENCE, INVENTION, CIVIC UPLIFT, ETC., DEPT. Here's Spring at the doorstep, and the municipal payrolls all taken care of until July 1; with the problem of what to bother about in the meantime resting, as usual, on our frail shoulders. A new Drive for something is clearly indicated. Let's see, what became of our old Drives? We had the Drive Hawaii -Bound By Philip Nesbit NOTE: Mr. Nesbit (present address Roy Hawaiian Hotel, Honolulu) amused himself wit these sketches on the voyage over from 'Frist and dispatched them while poised, sketchboo in hand, to swoop down upon the Beach Wakikii. His next consignment will purvey findings thereupon. FIRST DAY OUT— Utter Disregard SECOND DAY OUT— Congeniality THIRD DAY OUT— Complete confidence 23 for More Color in Chicago Architec ture, and that worked out pretty good. We put over the blue roof on the Furniture Mart tower, and the colored lights way up in the Pure Oil build ing, and the red letters of 333, and if you blame us for the green and gold on the Carbide tower, we guess we'll have to say we did it. Then there was the Drive to induce the Illinois Central suburban trains to put back the foot rests they took out of their coaches. That Drive didn't seem to get very far. On the other hand, we didn't do so bad with the Drive to make symphony orchestra conductors face their audiences. At least we got one conductor, Andre Skalski, to half-face his audience by turning his band around sideways on the Studebaker stage. It seemed to work pretty well, too. At least none of the players fell off the stage. Stage . . . pulpit . . . pulp . . . There's our Spring Drive. Pulp! Ignoring the prohibition debate, which is this year pretty well concen trated in Washington, D. C, we think the world will agree with us in our old contention that as a matter of fact, the best tasting beverage there is, is just simple, ice cold orange juice, strained to a clear liquid amber. Well. Ask for it at home, and what do you get? A glass full of pulp and seeds. Ask for it at the soda fountain. More pulp. Ask for it when you go calling, and what do you get? The same thing, with gin in it. The only way to get the juice of oranges, strained, is to carry a strainer with you, and they look funny in your pockets.. The trouble seems to be that the wizard who invented the popular elec tric orange-squeezing machine was a modest Californian (perhaps, there should be a semi-colon here), who thought his invention would be used only in the state that produces seed less oranges. Even so, he seems not to have considered the matter of pulp. Maybe he was a pulp-liker. For that matter, we will concede that for all we know about it, pulp is just loaded with vitamines. But we still wish the inventor of this machine had added another attachment to strain the juice; a sort of extra pump is what we would suggest, to be called a Pulp Pump. Even with the pulp pumped out, there would still be the matter of im proving the machine so that the at tendant couldn't put Florida oranges, which have seeds, into the California orange (and pulp pumping) squeezer. By the time our Drive for Strained Orange Juice goes over the top, we confidently expect to be ready to an nounce the new invention which will solve this problem. We stand behind our Drives.' • OUR TABLOID CONTEMPO RARY'S LEARNED STAFF Vincent Starrett rang our phone at 11 p. m. to ask us, as a former Greek scholar, if the phrase tempora mutantur meant what he thought it did. We assured him he was right, offered to mail him the rear end of our Webster's dictionary to prove it, and asked him why he had brought that "I am writing," explained Dr. Star rett, "an article for the Chicago Daily Times." We have since decided this must have been Arthur Sheekman in dis guise. While we have never known the Times' columnist to use italics, it is true that he has a French phone, which his colleagues on this enterpris ing tabloid often look at curiously. • A TENDER REMINISCENCE "She is the Muse of Entertain- ment in statuette form," rhapsodizes Charles Collins over Miss Queenie Smith; and this Tribune review re minded us of the old days, when Queenie first came to Town in what we still think was her most perfect vehicle, an elfin pumpkin coach called Be Yourself. Ah, but you should have seen, then, the critical Collins and the cynic Riq, exchanging sudden hushed confidences in their antique Market Street office of how a new charm of sly girlhood had melted their previous ly obdurate hearts; and we sigh to think that Charles has so slightly for gotten the exact phrase we gave him then concerning The Muse of Amusement. Eh, messieurs, we shall never forget the afternoon when Dr. Collins, his face aglow with unwonted color, stopped at our desk to boast that he had, the evening before, danced with the disarming Queenie at an after- theater party. "Wh-what is Miss Smith like, off stage?" cried Riq, his pale hand clutching his trembling heart. "Just a sweet, simple country girl," giggled the utterly overcome Collins. 24 TWE CHICAGOAN CHICAGOANS THIS PHENOMENAL PREXY By Horace Anderson T HERE were frowns on some Chi cago brows almost a year ago, when Harold Swift made the first an nouncement that Robert Maynard Hutchins had been elected president of the University of Chicago. Local brows weren't the only ones that were twitching. Educational leaders all over the country came to a startled awakening and a realization that Bob Hutchins was really at the controlling helm of one of the world's leading uni versities. Since taking office President Hutchins has forcefully eliminated any and all doubts as to his abilities, from the minds of even the most skeptical. Now, at the end of a nine month regime, he stands, head and shoulders above many of his competing prexies, in a rank with the highest. Many say even above the highest. A prominent alumnus of Yale has best summarized just what Robert Hutchins' remarkable progress is: "He has worked from the top of the ladder up, rather than the usual and slow up ward course." Mr. Hutchins is mod est and frankly admits that much of success has been due to lucky "breaks." Perhaps some slight degree of his suc cess is dependent upon just that, but a careful observer is more apt to accredit his accomplishments to a life packed with ardent enthusiasm to achieve big things in little time. Robert Hutch ins didn't wait until he gradu ated from college to start his ac tivities. Less than a decade ago he appeared at Yale, a slim, good - looking youth, a little carelessly dressed, with NOTE: Mr. Anderson, one of those astounding young business men who com mute between New York office and Chi cago home — in this case rather Wilmette, appears under signature in THE CHICA GOAN for the first time. You have en joyed his work over the past year or more in the pleasant anonymity of ths pre- Riquarius "Town Talk" department, to which he transferred his literary attention, coincidentally with transfer of his house hold, from a similar and likewise anony mous department of The New Yorker. Mr. Anderson's knowledge of Dr. Hutchins predates the Chicago residency of both gentlemen. T HROUGH- Roberi Maynard Hutchins Sketched from life by A. R. Katz dark hair and in tense, compelling eyes. He had spent two years at Oberlin College and two more years in the Ambulance Service in Italy where he had been decorated for bravery. WITH no money, or any visible means for making money, he sought out the Yale admissions office. His lack of funds in no way diminished his enthusiasm or his quiet confidence that he would be able to get through the rather expensive process of acquir ing a Yale education. There are marked disadvantages, both scholastically and socially, for the man who works his way through Yale. The time and energy he should be spending on his studies must go into work that means money. He has little time to make friends, to take part in the social, pleasant easy-going life of the college; no money to keep pace with dances and week-end parties. The chances of his achieving popularity and recognition on the campus is slight, as is the opportunity of making a good scholastic record. Bob Hutchins did both. He kept his grades notably high and won several scholarships, which of course lightened his financial load. When the fraternity elections came around he was unanimously elected to membership in Alpha Delta Phi, one of the leading campus societies. In his senior year he was elected to Wolf's Head, an honorary society, and Phi Beta Kappa. His classmates voted him the man in his class most likely to suc ceed — practically the only known in stance where class votes have shown a trace of intelligent discernment. ins two years at Yale, according to those close to him, he was con stantly busy, cheerful, and perpetually de vising schemes for making money to help himself through. He was instru mental in developing a plan for a Stu dent's Cooperative Tutoring Agency, designed to help those students whose talents were more social than scholas tic. Working with marked executive ability, Hutchins built up an excellent organization and eventually secured for it the support of Yale authorities as well as considerable financial success for himself. His many activities included brilliant work in oratory and in his senior year he won the De Forest prize in oratory which, singularly, had also been won by his father when he attended Yale. This prize gave him his opportunity to represent the undergraduates and address the annual dinner of Yale alumni. ON the night of the dinner a large gathering appeared. President Angell and President Emeritus Arthur Twining Hadley graced the board with their presence. Everyone was set for the usual big Yale gathering, the routine of "praise to Alma /Mater." But Hutchins upset the appje cart. He rose from his place and began talking. Those in attendance ceased to sit back. With keen penetration and forthright frankness the young undergraduate pointed out precisely what was wrong with Yale, quite disregarding what should have been the awe-inspiring presences of Mr. Angell and Mr. Hadley. There were no traces of over assur ance or bombast in the speech, but merely a brilliant and direct analysis of what Hutchins considered as absolute futilities in the current educational TI4E04ICAGOAN 25 .nteresting examples of the fine Jewelry and Silver shown by Spaulding' Gorham. The Bride's Silver and ap' propriate Wedding Gifts may be selected from the complete range of the noted GORHAM productions in Sterling Silver. Visitors to Paris may avail them selves of the Spaulding- Gorham service at 23 Rue de la Paix SPAULDING-GORHAM, Inc. Michigan Avenue CHICAGO - Orrington Avenue EVANSTON 23 Rue de la Paix PARIS Associated with BLACK, STARR &> FROST-GORHAM, Inc. Fifth Avenue, New York and Palm Beach 26 TI4E CHICAGOAN ^Cke gJuU of (fleckile ofllk Crisp and fresh for the first warm days, this striped necktie silk jacket is so well tailored, and the skirt so wetl^hung, that it is hard to believe it weighs so little! In light- navy or black, with a white stripe, and a white blouse both tucked, and tucked-in . . . $65. inc. 132 EAST DELAWARE PLACE CHICAGO • NEW YORK • PHILADELPHIA WATCH HILL • SOUTHAMPTON • PALM BEACH • YORK HARBOR • BAR HARBOR program. He cut ruthlessly through the prejudices and bugaboos of the con servatives and said what many a liberal in his audience had long wanted to say, but had not the courage. When he was finished his name was made. Some of the elders were breath' less and looked as if they had been sand-bagged; the youngsters obviously were pleased. On every face there were expressions of either wrath, of approbation, of indignation or of pleas' ure, but of boredom, no trace. Hutchins had accomplished the almost unique feat of making an impression on an after-dinner audience. From then on his name always commanded attention whenever it was mentioned at Yale circles. AT the end of this year he gradu' , ated, with high rank. It was then time to look about for work. At this point the Bureau of Employment dc cided to do something handsome for the young man. Those in charge knew his persistence, his ability and his re' sourcefulness. As a result the bureau secured for him a position at the Lake Placid School at an excellent salary . . . one of the best positions that had ever come within the scope of the bureau. This position was precisely what . Hutchins needed, as he was anxious to finish his law work, which he had begun in his senior year, and to make enough money to get married. By working in a school he was able to study law at the Yale Law School in the summer and three months after graduation he married Maude Phelps McVeigh, a young lady of striking ap' pearance and intelligence, fostering no mean gift for sculpture. After four years of uncertainty, the young instruc tor was at last sure of a roof over his head — living quarters were supplied by the school — and at least an adequate supply of food, so the young couple packed up their law books and sculp' tor's tools and descended upon Lake Placid. For all that year Hutchins went on with his teaching, and Mrs. Hutchins with her modeling, and in the summer they returned to New Haven for summer study. At that time Anson Stokes retired as secretary to Yale University leav ing vacant this very important post. The Yale Corporation met to select a new man, and the name of Hutch' ins was introduced. Some said it was THE CHICAGOAN 27 A Smart Wool Crepe Wrap in Navy Trimmed with Canary I 1 is not the price one pays ior a garment. It is the pleasure and sat= islaction derived therefrom that really counts. 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Nevertheless, in 1922, he was elected. IN his own brisk way the new sec retary took up the reins of office, proceeded to cut through red tape and formalities, discard superfluities, and to do his job efficiently, thoroughly and sensibly. His regime was highly sue cessful, but there is little doubt that its administration brought many of the more conservative members of the uni- versity several degrees nearer an apoplectic stroke than was quite com fortable. Nothing is quite so distress ing to the average staid university official or faculty member as any de parture from tradition. Secretary Hutchins put most of the traditions into the waste-basket, and made the university like it. While he was secretary he had further opportunity to exercise his gift of brilliant oratory. He addressed hundreds of meetings in the Yale cam paign for raising funds, and money rolled in after every speech he made. During all this time, he was devot ing a part of his time to law work, and soon after his graduation from that division of the university he was appointed as lecturer in the Law School. He launched forth on a lec ture course which will always remain a classic. His courses attained such popularity as to rival the drawing power of movies and bridge. What more could be said? The lectures were notable for solid information, inter mingled with crackling wit and driv ing inspiration. For two years Mr. Hutchins was a lecturer in the Law School, and uni versity secretary besides. In 1927 he withdrew as secretary, and became pro fessor and Acting Dean of the Law School. Here was his great oppor tunity. If he made good at the job he would in all probability be made permanent Dean. If he failed at this promotion he could scarcely go back to his former position of professor. 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He knew the absurdities and inconsisten cies of the law; he knew its ponderos ity, its fallacies, all its short-comings, and he was not the man to accept these defects without trying to remedy them. In his classes and in the book (upon which he works in his "spare time,,) he treats law as one of the social sci ences, a constantly changing and im portant relative of economics, sociology, psychology, medicine, every phase of modern life. ONLY recently Yale University an nounced the foundation of a great Institute of Human Relations, which is to conduct research into all branches of human society and is to attempt to synthesize and coordinate the discoveries of science in its differ ent branches so as to apply them con cretely to the betterment of humanity. This Institute is the brain child of Dean Huchins and Dr. Milton Winter- nitz, dean of the Yale Medical School. Perhaps the most striking qualities possessed by President Hutchins are his absolute freedom from sham and hamp ering tradition, his sincerity, and his analytical perception. In the face of every discouragement he will uphold what he knows to be right, adhering to the essential truth. His wit, too, does much to make life harder for those who disapprove of him. He was once a guest and speaker at a formal dinner in Washington which was attended by a number of distinguished jurists and other legal lights. After dinner one of the most eminent of the judges came up to him and in an affable but faintly patron izing manner said, "Well, Mr. Hutch ins, I suppose you tell the students in your school that we older people don't know much about law." "No," re plied Hutchins, with a disarming smile, "I don't. I let them find it out for themselves." TUECUICAGOAN 31 C^ush-Dru an a man can raise a thirst 1 j""OR the temple bells are callin', an' it's there that I would | be! 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Add a delicate comedy touch, subtle enough to get real humor out of the moss-covered use of massacred English and aboriginal table manners. The scenes of social tutelage would run further risk, were not the Pygmalion millionaire in the hands of John Price Jones, one of the few tenors who can portray a believ able gentleman. His correct smooth ness sets off in sharp relief the authen tic toughness of the little flower-girl. This is one of the dancingest eve nings on record. Led by the most iim- ber of hoofers, Nick Long, Jr., the chorus do a marathon routine to the snap of I May Be Wrong. Even the gentlemen of the ensemble perspire like a lot of handball players. After the smooth unity of the Rasch-Tiller-Hale groups, it is refreshing to view a chorus who fight for every possible ounce of pep, who work as though their lives (or their jobs) depended on it. The music is built for speed, noise and foot- tapping. The Shuberts must have got ten wholesale rates for veteran comics. Take your choice of Frank Lalor, Eddie Garvie, Harry K. Morton, Franklyn Ardell. I choose Ardell, who seems to extract more meat out of the chestnuts than the others. The Street Singer should be here until the flowers that Queenie Smith sells are in full bloom. QUARTERBACK IN CORSETS MODERN drama has broadened the conception of possible heroes to a point where a female impersonator can assume the trappings of a roman tic lover. But even in farce care must be exercised to avoid the leers usually directed at such gentry. So Lynne Overman, electriclighted at the Gar- rick in She's J^o Lady, is given a foot ball background and a chance to smack a fellow actor right in the mush, to prove that under his teddy bear ripple muscles of steel. There is historical authority for such a character. The ELEANOR PA1NER, the sav ing grace of The Fortune Teller. well known theatrical producer, Vin ton Freedley, once quarterbacked the Harvard football team and at the same time was the ingenue of the Hasty Pudding Club operettas. Here the ex-collegian dons step-in and brassiere to strut his stuff in the varieties. His pal, a raffish matinee idol, enveigles a sweet young thing into a rendezvous in Paris. An apoplectic sire senses the necessity of a female chaperon for the child. Embroiling circumstances make a pander of the big-timer from R. K. O. He is in duced to impersonate the watchdog and warden at the gate of virginity. By the time the Atlantic is crossed, the warden loves his ward, and the watch' dog forgets that he is not to watch. TI4E CHICAGOAN 33 Good clean dirt ensues, riotously funny in the main. A mere whiff of violets creeps momentarily into the atmos phere as the girl avows love for her androgynous duenna, but it is soon blown away in gales of robust carnal ity. One scene deserves mention as espe cially deft fooling. The stymied actor comes to lunch, to be repulsed by ob jurgation insidiously conveyed in reference to the food at hand — raspber ries, cold turkey, duck soup, horse radish, ham and nuts. Culinary banter might, however, have stopped short of comment on oysters and alligator pears as a diet for Casanova. Lynne Overman is a likable person, quiet and neat in farce method. He conveys a sufficiently credible dame without resort to falsetto and mincing. There is little danger that the opera cloak of Julian Eltinge will descend on his shoulders. MITZI RESURGENT MITZI is herself again. She never did belong in boudoir bawdries of the Lovely Lady ilk. In the folk lore of her native hearth, with fetching moue and pigtail bobbing to the rhythm of Ha-Za-Za, she recreates Sari at the Illinois as a personage of operetta his tory. One of the offspring of the prodigally fertile Pali Racz, she romp 3 years off her age. Full curves of ma turity are lost under multi-petticoated peasant costumes. A plump, but pleas ing sprite! The musico-amatory struggle be tween the old Tzigane violinist and his talented son seems less important than of yore. Perhaps because Bayd Mar shall, Mitzfs spouse offstage, and Allen Raymond do not suggest sufficiently the hot blooded passions of the Magyar gypsy. The impish Sari is really a sublimated and sustained comic relief. The plot could move without; her, but not the play. The music could move without plot or play. Emmerich Kal- man has concocted a score of well nigh operatic calibre, freely using the Romany music, the folk song and the conventional Viennese waltz. Some warbling of a high order is at hand. Mr. Raymond can be forgiven his robot miming when he joins Marybeth Con- oly, a warmly Celtic Hungarian, in Love Has Wings and Softly Through a Summer T^ight. 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There are no rummage sale rem nants in the scenery or the costumes. The chorus, including some agile grad uates of Miss Rasch's academy, are tastefully arrayed by the smooth hand of Willy Pogany. Then, as a final touch of sheer class, the orchestra leader wears a monocle. SUNSHINE THROUGH COBWEBS VIEWING the Victor Herbert re vivals at the Majestic is like rum maging in an old attic to find forgot ten relics of childhood. Each battered trunk contains one particularly pre cious treasure. The trove of The For tune Teller reveals the Gypsy Love Song, deeply emotional and vibrantly melodic, as warmly alive today as when Eugene Cowles first sang it with the Bostonians. It is now entrusted to Philip Conyers, a young basso of mus cle and ease, but unfortunately not enough fire. The Hungarian gypsies now prevalent on the local stage seem to belie the racial temperament they seem to interpret. No passion is lacking in the singing of Eleanor Painter. Her voice, once deemed adequate to toy with grand opera, is easily equal to the obligations imposed. And they are many, Romany Life, Dance of Klativns, The Lily and the Nightingale, as well as a duet en core to the Gypsy Love Song and many ensembles. Eric Titus, a tenor usually employed to chant in revues before nude tableaux, contributes col' orless assistance. A stern bringing-up has instilled in me too much respect for my elders to speak of the chorus in any but the highest terms. The bromides have no pick-up as adminis tered by the comics. To support the score of fragrant memory, the book limps painfully and rheumatically. A Pope Toledo auto mobile with door in rear is not more dated. Miss Painter's part is triplex and trying. Close attention is neces sary to determine at any given time whether she is a ballet girl, a gypsy or a young Hussar. Not that it matters much. The hypodermic of modern wisecrack has been injected into the aged libretto. Some joker put water in the needle. From Mar. 23 to May 3 MAJESTIC VICTOR HERBERT FESTIVAL Presenting "BABES IN TOYLAND" with BARRY LAPINO March 23 to April 5 "THE MERRY WIDOW" ttlth Donald Brian April 6 to April 19 "The Chocolate Soldier" with CHARLES PURCELL 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 SEATS NOW ON SALE G Shubert reat Norther Theatre N Now Playing THE 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 east of 125 Matinees Wednesday and Saturday ONLY Randolph Mat. Sat. The Messrs. Shubert present APOLLO SSLS The Messrs. Shubert QUEENIE SMITH In The Season's Smartest Musical Comedy "The Street Singer" with John Price Jones Harry K. I Nick l Nell I Franklyn Morton | Long Jr. I Kelly I Ardell nrrmrg 7<low showing spring models Sixth Floor Arcade Building 616 S. Michigan Ave. THE CHICAGOAN 35 The Fortune Teller is Rip Van Winkle whistling like a lark. THE BEAUX OF 1775 WHILE a few smart Englishmen were detained by a minor war brewing in the American Colonies, life was really not much disturbed. Gal' lants found time to sojourn at Bath, theaters were crowded, suave comedies of manners by one Sheridan depicted the foibles of the time. All this hap pened in 1775. One hundred and fifty-five years later a group of earnest young Colonials are again playing Mr. Sheridan's The Rivals in a theater called the Goodman in a town known as Chicago — but not so known to Mr. Sheridan. Manners, offstage and on, have al tered over the span of a century and a half. Language now makes up in directness what it lacks in high-flown elegance; costumes find a dull level of uniformity; the aside has passed from the stage, except to delve occasionally into lower strata of the subconscious than the Georgians knew existed. Al low all these things and The Rivals is still a vastly entertaining play, typ ically satirical of its time, much as Lonsdale's mordant comedies are of these blunt days. The Goodman has been wise to produce the play with all possible faith fulness to the original manner, deliver ing the text without expurgation, play ing all of the thirteen scenes, retaining the epilogue and giving close attention to detail of costume and property. The result is harmonious and in gratiating. Full strength of the company is used with sure, smooth effect. Whitford Kane brings his rich brogue and ripe experience to Sir Lucius. We do not see him often enough. Many Mrs. Malaprops hit her verbal inelegancies with a sledge hammer. Mary Agnes Doyle lets them slide out with com plete unconcern. Such restrained reading flatters an alert audience. Katherine Krug is happy as Lydia Languish, lovely in her white wig and lucidly clear in her comedy. The in trospective Faulkland finds complete delineation in the hands of Neal Cald well, whose versatility is becoming in creasingly apparent. I have enjoyed Roman Bohnen more in other parts thans as Bob Acres. His touch is somewhat weighty. The romantic Jack Absolute and his explosive father need NOW-- -Your Hair Tired after a strenuous winter? Lifeless from tight hats, hurried shampoos, too — intense heat? In the serene quiet of Henry's Studio it is brought to lustrous life by our special Steam Oil treatment. It is cut and swirled and waved into new beauty for a new season. The city-worn complexion is soothed and stimulated. Hands and nails blos som into tips of loveliness. Our Perma nent Waves are a pleasant memory. Exquisite care, perfection in the least detail, attention to your every com fort — yet you leave with a plump and cheerful purse! "Your Hairdresser" Telephone Franklin 9801 36 THE CHICAGOAN WHY GROW ^fur ? 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HIS HONOR IN DISHONOR RIGHTEOUS civic hands may be raised in horror at some of our contemporary mayors, but there is no denying their colorful qualities. As a composite picture of several hi2;zoners Herbert Rawlinson in The City Haul at the Cort is aces. A fugitive from the inanimate, cold, unresponsive, metallic camera (his own words) he asks sympathy for a politician as im moral as a hyena, but as charming as Monsieur Beaucaire. Girls of fifteen years ago re-palpitate under the spell of his dimpled smile, his curly hair and his trim grace. He could look a lot less like Jimmy Walker and still John Price Jones looks on liis work of metamorphosing Oncotic Smith from The Street Singer into a lady and finds it good. Romance above the acrobatics of Nick Long, Jr., and the antics of Harry K. Morton, Nell Kelly and Franklxn Ardell. TUE CHICAGOAN 37 leave one wondering who could be any better in the role. Gleaned hot from the headlines, this hilarious satire on our boodling public servants shows more ways of grafting than Boss Tweed ever dreamed of. Uplift committees, reporters, school superintendents, coppers and paving contractors invade the office of the Mayor, who handles them all in the manner of an insouciant juggler. All the familiar newspaper pabula of the past ten years are broadly melodrama- tised into tricky and persuasive hokum. I have always suspected that the ma jority of the public have a sneaking liking for these good natured pirates who raise our taxes, but at the same time brighten our lives by their solemn buffooneries. Certainly, no moral nausea mars our enjoyment of the fas cinating scamp patterned so closely on certain metropolitan burgomasters now in office. This is a one-man show. Only type actors are needed for the support and they are sufficient unto the evening. Mention might be made of J. 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Wherefore I warn you that anything you read below this para graph is written because all that space down there must be filled one way or another and — ho hum: The Vagabond King is said by ex perts to be better than it was when sung and shouted at the Great North ern. You'd better accept the experts' opinion. Mine is that Dennis King ought to ape John Barrymore more successfully or not at all, that Jeanette MacDonald ought to keep to the pleas ant gray of The Love Parade and out of Technicolor, and that O. P. Heggie did a great job with Louis. On the other hand (and this analytical crit icism thing is 1920 stuff ... it must be Spring) King's singing would be great stuff if it didn't bump into Miss MacDonald's so much greater stuff. So would the repulse of the Burgun- dians be stirring if Technicolor close- ups of bloody heads and strewn cada vers didn't make it revolting. And so, perchance, would The Song of the Vagabonds put a big kick into the pro ceedings if my neighbor's radio didn't waken me with a record broadcast of it every morning. But Mr. Heggie is ex cellent withal. THAT ol' debil Greta Garbo failed, too, to keep me from think ing while in the Roosevelt of people, places and things outside. I had come through a long course of compromises to the conclusion that this gal must have something. Her last two or three silent pictures promised quite a lot. Anna Christie gives her voice and her voice gives her away . . . just a bad actress trying to get along. But Anna Christie does give you Every day they rush to our doors. The aristocratic pompano from NewOrleans. Sole from England. Lordly lobster from Boston. Deli cate mussels from France. The noblest beef and tenderest squab that ever came to town. Splendid foods, indeed! And more so when they qtz touched by our inspired chef and served in L'Aiglon's convivial rooms. Luncheon, dinner and supper with dancing from six until two. 22 E. Ontario Delaware 1909 Drawing: Courtesy Chicagoan Make Merry & Stay Late with TEXAS GUINAN and her famous "Mob" at Chicago's gayest night rendezvous Green Mill Broadway at Lawrence Management: Harry Voiler TI4ECI4ICAGOAN That 01' Debit Greta something for your time; something, that is, besides O'Neil's old play and George Marion's old enactment of Chris. It gives you Marie Dressier 's Martha, and if this veteran commedi- enne lived through all the ups and downs of her how many years for this, it's worth it. When she makes her exit, quite a while before the end of the picture, the combined efforts of Miss Garbo, Marion and the horribly miscast Charles Bickford to put steam in what's left of the old third act are a total loss. Too bad Miss Dressier didn't play Anna. ALAS POOR NORMA I'M old enough to feel sad when a young veteran of the silent pictures goes flat in a talkie but not old enough to believe nothing's to be done about it. The case of Norma Talmadge is particularly sad. Her voice is all right, she is at least as good as she ever was if not better, but her first oral vehicle, K[ew Tor\ Tiights, if I remember the title, is sheer murder. Miss Talmadge would have been wise to scrap it and make her second picture first. TO SEE OR NOT TO SEE Seven Days' Leave: Beryl Mercer in a great mother-role with Gary Cooper for son. [See it.] The Sky Hawk: A very bad picture containing an excellent Zep raid. [If you worry about bombs.] New York Nights: The bad news about Norma Talmadge's unforunate selection of a speaking role. [Forget it.] The Love Parade: Maurice Chevalier and Jeanette MacDonald in the best pic ture since the holidays. [Don't overlook ¦it] The Street of Chance: William Powell in a swell melodrama. [You'll like it.] No, No, Nanette: Alexander Gray and others sing it again, but why? [No, no.} The Chicagoenne Walks Down the Street Alert to every new note in the shops, she selects the trends that count. Mannequins parade for her in Paris models, in important reproductions and in the best of the Town's original designs. The Chicagoenne calls on interior decorators, on artisans and artists, on furniture shops and manufacturers, to discover just the piece you need — whether it be ultra moderne or Georgian. The Chicagoenne knows where to get those soft natural permanent waves, how one salon erases wrinkles under your eyes, what lotion refines the pores and what cream nourishes the roughened skin. The Chicagoenne, you see, is commander of a staff of versatile scouts who are masters — or mistresses if you will — of the art of finding the fashionable, the exclusive, the important in all the fields of feminine interest. Their discoveries are brightly reflected in The Chicagoenne's fort nightly column. And if you want more information on any shopping or beauty prob lem The Chicagoenne is always glad to hear you asking questions. 40 TWE CHICAGOAN DICK is going to school . . . A studious sort of little chap . . . who likes to read . . . curled up on the davenport at night . . . and picture scenes from story books in shadows on the wall . . . the kind who makes the pleasures he enjoys . . .your own small son, perhaps. ^ The Lyon & Healy JBLm ^rand Piano offers M g ff you and your chil dren more for every dollar you invest. It is the only piano which lifts the pedals up to children's feet. Its tone and handsome lines make it the ideal home piano. Let your children practice on a piano good enough to last them all their lives. Hear the Lyon & Healy at any of the stores below . . . today. Priced, in Mahogany, $750 Lyon Wabash at Jackson 4047 Milwaukee Ave. 4646 Sheridan Rd. 870 E. 63rd St. in OAK PARK: 123 Marion St. inEVANSTON:615DavisSt. Musical Notes A SUNDAY WITH THE JOLLY GIGLI By Robert Pollak SUNDAY, March 2. An after noon's tour including a tenor, a pianist and a violinist. The tenor, one Benjamino Gigli, was greeted by an ardent house, composed, to a large ex tent, of vociferous Latins. The Metro politan star, a cheerfully plump little gentleman, bears considerable resem blance to the glorious Caruso. He sings standard items from the reper toire with suavity and graciousness. His voice is of elegant texture and is capable of great range and strength, qualities achieved without unnecessary strain or stress. He delivers his formal arias and slim lyrics without any gratuituous tenor sobs or traditional platform antics. That he has made a vocal arrangement of the familiar Liebestraum is more the fault of Liszt than of Gigli. The pianist, Mischa Levitzki, not many years ago a youthful prodigy, now a mature, established artist well up in the hierarchy of keyboard per formers. It should be recorded that this particular recital failed to provoke our unbounded enthusiasm. The rea son may have been the weather, which was gloomy and cold, or the program, which was pedantic, even for a piano recital. At any rate this did not seem to be the Levitzki of two or three years ago when even the recitation of Schu mann's Symphonic Studies would have been a matter of much extraordinary excitement on the part of the custom ers. On the more recent occasion the Mischa Levitzki variations proceeded efficiently and dryly and the final scherzo, a sappy piece of composition at best, seemed intolerably long. A FIDDLER FROM HOME THE violinist, Michel Wilkomirski, a Chicagoan, capered expertly through an orthodox program at the Civic theater. The veteran Isaac Van Grove presided at the Bechstein. The Beethoven Concerto in D major was the most substantial fare of the after noon. Sans orchestra, Wilkomirski, nevertheless, gave the weather-beaten work the classic sobriety and restraint that it demands. He owns a large tone, great intelligence, and a vigorous manner of performance. PROKOFIEFF PROKOFIEFF can be viewed simply as a Russian reaction to romantic ism. As he sprang into manhood he sensed that his world was shortly to become cruelly militant. The scent of revolution was in the air. Russians were tired of the sickly aesthetics of Scriabin. They needed a mocker and a jester to clear the air. Prokofieff was and is their man. His music is domi nated by the spirit of satire and cruel fun. His rhythms are hard and angu lar, cut out of granite, and he has a notable perference for scherzando. His reversion to classical form evolves nat urally from his negation of musical romantics. His genealogy can be traced from the brittle structure of the Scarlattis through the era of Hummel and Kalkbrenner, whose piano tech nique contained prodigious leaps and bounds. He divined instinctively that his age was ready for a change of mood. He gave it an orchestral palette, slate-hued. His music, except for occasional passages which reveal a softer emotional being, exhudes a boreal chill. At the concerts o! February 28 and March 1 the Russian officiated at Of chestra Hall as guest pianist and con ductor. He rambled through the typ ical second concerto, conquering its difficulties with a superb nonchalance THE CHICAGOAN A\ and a technique seemingly made to order for his own works. He con ducted his he Pas UAcier, a vivid ballet containing moments strongly na tional. At the desk he resembles Stravinsky, a driving piston, transform ing the band into something marvel lously alive. A week later Stock produced the Concerto Dell' Estate of Pizzetti, the ""Italian Brahms" of Parma. The Con certo, related to the orchestral con certo of the eighteenth century rather than to our modern type of composi tion written for solo instrument, is a lucid work, flooded with mellow light and bearing the stamp of expert work manship. In spite of the many direc tions which modern Italian symphon- ists have taken in their anxiety to escape from the dominance of La Scala, Pizzetti has kept to a high plane of production and has maintained an al most ideal musical integrity. Sharing place with the Summer Concerto was the brilliant Northland Suite of Sowerby and a Preludio, Fan fare and Fugue, by Tommasini, an other contemporary Italian. The lat ter opus was heard for the first time and probably for the last. It was in genious, sterile, and thoroughly dull. The bulk of the program was dwarfed by a Bach Chorale-Prelude as set by Herr Stock. But, then, Bach has a peculiar way of making you forget that any music has been written since 1750. CLASSICAL KENILWORTH IN the barbarous fastnesses of Kenil- worth exists an organization known as the North Shore Chamber Music Association. It presented on March 9 as the last of its series the veteran Lon don String Quartet in a program of Haydn, Beethoven and Pizzetti. So im mune are these villagers to the civilized delights of chamber music that the audience was about four times as large as the one that customarily greets the Flonzaleys or the Gordons in the Loop. And so indifferent were the customers to the manifest excellences of the Lon doners that the principal of Sears School (where the concert was held) had to chase the audience upstairs for coffee and rolls. A disturbing air of provincial enthusiasm dominated the entire recital, an atmosphere hardly to be compared with the polite indiffer ence to be observed at quartet recitals in the heart of the city. OPERA COMIQUE THE forthcoming season of opera comique at the Civic theater will enlist Sopranos Burke, Freund, Max well and Lois Johnston, the latter a newcomer here, rumored to be experi enced in light opera; Contraltos Pav- loska and Lorna Doone Jackson; Tenors Kullman and Parsons, the former a veteran of Rosing's American Opera Company; and Baritones Mark Dan iels, William Scholz and Barre Hill, of local prominence. There will be a chorus of forty, count them, forty,. and all Chicago beauties. An orches tra made up from the regular Civic Opera corps will swing into Bohemian Girl, the first week's offering, under the expert direction of Frank St. Leger. Jones, the stage director, has been mak ing weekly trips to the local Herbert revivals learning what to avoid. Fol lowing the Balfe work will come The Chimes of J^ormandy, Planquette's corking light opera. The remainder of the repertoire has not been an nounced, but Sullivan's Yeoman of the Guard will probably fit into the sched ule somewhere. 42 TI4E04ICAGOAN lor tnat atnlctic ap« pearance ? ? . you stand still; Master Hcaltni^cr exercises you. E COMMONWEALTH EDISON Q LECTRIC SHOPJ 72 WEST ADAMS STREET AND BRANCHES Federal Coupons Give.t Casa de Alex Exquisite Food Dreamy Music Dancing Amidst the Romantic Atmosphere of Old Spain 58 East Delaware Sup. 9697 Books 'CIMARRON" By Si Wilbi AT first blush Cimarron would ap pear to be just another of those troublesome modernistic book titles. Titles that get you guessing. Titles that cause you a lot of work. Take The Crystal Icicle, for instance. Miss Keith says it's from Sophocles; but there's half a shelf of Sophocles. Titles where you can't quite figure out how they fit. But, queer as it looks, Edna Ferber makes Cimarron at once palpable to every intelligence and justifies it from every possible angle. It is, she tells us, a Spanish word meaning wild or un ruly. People back in 1836 applied it to that part of Oklahoma with which, a half century later than that, her story is concerned. Cimarron is also one of the more genial nicknames that his friends applied to her hero, Yancey Cravat. Thirdly, it is the given name of his son. The book is the story of all three of them. But it is the story of wildest Oklahoma even more than it is the story of the two human characters named Cimarron. What Miss Ferber has done is this: She has taken* the written history of Oklahoma. She has also taken the various tales she has heard from oldsters sitting in rocking chairs on Oklahoma porches. She has then picked from both sources those parts that come nearest to being likely enough to satisfy the requirements of fiction. THE result is a story on very broad lines. Yancey Cravat, lawyer, editor, two gun man and informal champion of the Indian, is wreathed in the mists of legend long before he becomes officially legendary at the hands of a European sculptor. Sabra, his wife, is typical of what woman does while man is doing all those other things. Sabra is, by birth, a Venable of Mississippi. Her mother had brought a slice of the Old South into Kansas, intact down to the little negro boy suspended from the ceiling to stir the air above their heads at dinner, and Sabra takes the slice, not quite so in tact, down to Oklahoma. She drives At Country or Town Home there's none better than CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water This popular pure water that is botded right at the spring follows its users to country places in winter and summer. Safeguard your health by drinking the same pure water always. Delivery service in Chicago' and suburbs and shipped to any part of U. S. Call Roosevelt 2920. Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 S. Canal Street ACRES OF FRAGRANT SPRING BEAUTY 4th Annual FLOWER SHOW HOTEL SHERMAN The newest, best, and loveliest flowers, shown in 2 entire floors of wood land settings, formal gar dens, model town, home scenes. See the "sky gar- den"— it's the latest! "More Beautiful Than Ever Before" MARCH 28-APRIL 5 10 A. M. - 10 P. M. Admission 75c; Children 25c THE CHICAGOAN 43 Edna Ferber, whose Cimarron en gages lighter intellects at the mo ment. in her second best street dress to the probable amazement of the one Indian they pass on the way. Her household gear includes all her most frivolous silver, and a pink nun's veiling trimmed with green. Once there, she loses no time in forming a ladies' literary club, — though an appalling proportion of the town's young matrons appear to have come out of "houses." During Yancey's disappear ances, she runs his paper for him. Later on she turns Congresswoman. Yancey himself had always refused to be tied down by politics. Upon one of Yancey's returns she offers him pine apple and marshmallow salad. Cimarron is, in other words, a very late chapter in the story of which Elizabeth Roberts gave us a very early one in The Great Meadow. Equally well documented. But told with more of satire than of sympathy. Or, to go on comparing it with Miss Roberts' chapter, told not as it may have looked to them but as it looks to us. That is to say, when Sabra built her new house it had a bathroom. And in the bathroom was "a marble washstand with varicose veins." "BYRON" LLEWELLYN JONES'S new book, mt How to Read Boo\s, sequel to his How to Criticize Boo\s, is due for pub lication almost any day now. Last week he lent me the proofs and I was much impressed, among other things, with the extremely lucid way in which he classified biography. There is, he FRUH CORRECT CLOTHES FOR THERE is a vast difference between ready-made clothes and Fruhauf hand- tailored clothes ready for wearing. In the first place, ordinary ready -mades are cut by machine. . . . Fruhauf clothes are not. They are hand-tailored throughout and give that nicety of fit distinguished only in custom made clothes — and at half the cost. . . At this store, centrally located and well above the noise and dirt of the street, you deal directly with its owners. Thus you are assured of responsible and sincere service -—and a pleasant place with which to deal. HATS » GLOVES > SHIRTS ties » Hosiery » under wear > COMPLETE line OF GOLF TOGGERY Smith, Holst & Mc Elhone, ,... 12th floor « Republic Building « 209 South State Street ^HICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn 8tre«t Changing residence? The Chicagoan will follow, naturally, but a bit more promptly if the appended form is utilized in advance. Two weeks are required to complete transfer. (New address) (Name) (Old address)..... (Date of change) 44 TWE CHICAGOAN THE LIQUID CREAM THAT WOMEN GO TO PARIS TO BUY— LAIT EPOESYPE— the bed- 4 time complexion treatment of all smart continentals and NOW of Chicago moderns. It cleanses and develops suppleness in skins that are delicate and dry, and imparts the velvety, line-free texture of youth. #2 and #5. 6 Rue de Milan, Paris MANDEL BROS., Chicago SAKS, Fifth Ave., Chicago says, on the one hand, the sort of thing that Boswell did to Johnson, or that Charnwood, Beveridge, and Sand' burg did to Lincoln. And on the other hand there's the sort of thing people do nowadays. Take Ludwig's Lincoln. But apparently things are never quite so simple as that. Mr. Jones was writing before Maurois' Byron had come out. Parts of Byron are as arduous as anything that any biographer of the old school ever did. To Maurois and to another expert, Ethel Colburn Mayne, the Byron family turned over a mass of material hitherto unreleased. Chiefly in Lady Byron's handwriting. And as an author, Lady Byron was apparently the excellent mathematician that Lord Byron thought her when he called her the Princess of parallels grams. For months the two experts labored, and from their labors emerges for the first time a really logical ac- count of what still remains a most il- logical marriage. And yet, in spite of being so ardu ous Maurois' Byron is readable, in a completely modern way. It is in fact a book which would appear to leave but one thing still to be done to Byron. Namely: That Lloyd Lewis should write a Myths After Byron. Not bothering to include all the myths, of course, but only the Augusta scandal. The book would begin with that dance, would trail along as far as the next high spot, namely Harriet Beecher Stowe's article in The Atlantic Monthly; thence to the reve- lations of Byron's grandson in Astarte. Thunders and infernal lightnings. And so by gradual stages to Maurois, who neither thunders nor lightens, affirms nor denies, but simply shows that, given the facts, and given Byron and Augusta, it was really all quite simple and likely. SCREEN STUFF IN view of literary developments dur ing the past few fortnights I have almost begun to think of asking for floor space in the cinema column. First there was 7\[ot on the Screen, where Henry B. Fuller tried turning reel life into real life. By the way, if you didn't happen to notice that this was what he was doing, as one quite emi nent New York critic didn't, you may have thought the book rather hash. Next came Censored, which would have been funny if it hadn't made you so sad to think what evil minds some €berpfymg t&at i* amart in goring apparel for Mia or ifflatron. Mi** €\*it Ma*% former buyer of tye ffli**t* hxt**t* for IWar- *fjan Jf telb & Co. 112 €a*t #att £>treet {Eelepftone £>up. 1626-1627 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, Central Manager Travel Dept. C. C. DRAKE CO. Travel Agents THE DRAKE SUPERIOR 2200 TH£ CHICAGOAN 45 people must have. And now Elmer Rice's A Voyage to Purilia, which tells of a land where you are officially informed when it is twilight, where dairymaids' mothers have highly pol ished finger nails, where love has no sex element and may not culminate in procreation. Where under stress of excitement almost anyone may turn suddenly into just his or her head, very much enlarged. And so on. In view of Mr. Rice's being a flesh and blood playwright, all this might seem ungracious. But after all you can't blame him if he gets wondering some times what will happen to Street Scene when it gets to Purilia. MR. LINN ON COLUMNISM [begin on page 9] ceives it, disgusts him. But a dozen will tend to harden him, and many may very likely distort him altogether. EVERY publicist must of course visualize his readers, get them be fore his imagination as clearly as a public speaker has his audience before his eyes. But the columnist who de pends for success on the reflection of his personality must visualize them with particular and determined care. If they are to see his fancies as he wishes his fancies to be seen, he must know to what degree they are myopic. What sort of idea are they likely to miss? What sort of humor are they certain to "get?" What sort of refer ence will arouse them? What (of ten very similar) sort of refer ence will irritate them? (Certain peo ple used to be driven to positive fury, for example, by my habitual use in my paragraphs of the first person singular pronoun; poor devils, never having heard of Queen Victoria's "We are not amused," they thought an "I" in dicated conceit). Oh, well, how I run on! But the editors of The Chicagoan brought it on themselves. Essentially, the busi ness of the columnist is the business of the conversationalist at a dinner table, to entertain and so to repay his (or her) host. Because every mortal soul who pays three cents for a newspaper, and reads a column in it, regards him self as having conferred a favor and don't you forget it. It is the con sciousness , of that fact which prevents columnists from taking themselves seriously. They go on churning salt water violently in the hope that it may turn into butter; but they are well aware that it seldom, if ever, does. NAPOLEON and JOSEPHINE LET us look for a moment on this delightful homelike scene in J the Bonaparte sitting-room. The Little Corporal liked noth ing better than to stand in front of the fireplace as he pondered over the tariff, intervention in Russia, or other big questions ox the day. "Jo, why can't we have a fire?" asked the great warrior peevishly. "Nap, dear," answered the devoted Josephine, "your war cabi net has confiscated all available wood for musket stocks." "How can I assume my proper pose?" demanded the Man of Destiny. "How can I permit an audience with myself without my august figure silhoutted before the firelight?" (This was before the coming of limelight. What a pity 1 With it. Napoleon might have become the ruler of all nations and the World War would have been dated back a hundred years.) Well, he left her, as we all know. The separation could have been prevented had Josephine known the wonders of a radiantfire. Make your home homelik and know the charm of e with a radiantfire an of) en fireplace THE PEOPLES CAS LIGHT AND COKE COMPANY r "*x K, Rococo House A Modern Swedish Setting Serving Swedish Foods 161 East Ohio Street Sunday Dinner Dinner — Luncheon THURSDAY Special Squab Dinner J CINEMA ART THEATRE Where motion pictures are raised to the level of a high art. The only theatre in town where the artistically significant silent film is shown. Mother Nature, U. F. A. produc tion, is followed by the great French film, Cyrano de Bergerar Sophisticated presentation, witty short features, modern art exhibits, music by the Art Ensemble— make this the cinema theatre of literate Chicago. Chicago Avenue just off Michigan Continuous 1 to 11 p. m. 46 THE CHICAGOAN 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. Jt £ J* If you haven't decided where or when or how, let THE CHICAGOAN produce its bag 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 Go Chicago THE THIRSTY VOYAGER By Lucia Lewis AMONG the more painful aspects i of this travel column are letters — gad, what letters! It is pleasant, of course, to know that my friends and well'wishers have time to think of me as they poke happily about in Dinkels- buehl or steam across the sea to Paris or roll smoothly over Mussolinized roads. But why do three out of five (actual count) feel it necessary to tuck in those maddening lists — lists that, sooner or later, will make a howling dervish of one who feels she should stay home and be edified by the Con gressional testimony of the Drys. Comes a letter from Mexico. That is, it isn't a letter, but a bright folder with a voluptuous senorita waving her fan at me from the cover and nothing but a penciled note: "Wish you were here." And inside; the offerings of the Matamoros Cafe: Dry Martini 50c Sloe Fizz 50c Haut Sauterne $3.50 Mumm's Extra Dry, pt $5.00 Haig and Haig 35c And on into the night. A PLEASANT little letter swims in from Berlin, encircled by a huge "Preisliste Fur Weine und Getraube." A poetic thing is this list with sonorous descriptions of each of the several hun- dred vintages. There is the 1926 Mosel, according to the menu a "lov able" wine, and the 1920 Mosel from the vineyards of Freiherr von Schor- lemer is "sehr elegant." Rhein wines of rich bouquet and mild, to point up a meal — Chateau Latour among the Red Bordeaux, un grand vin, a mag' nificent thing! — superior Chablis — a half dozen varieties of golden Tokay. Mumm's extra dry here is only twelve and a half marks, a glass of three star Hennessy sets you back just one mark, and Johnnie Walker's Whisky mit Soda but two marks. These are the things that descend upon me in the spring of the year just as I was begin- ning to forget! A cryptic ""Remember?" on a menu from the magnificent Traube in Vienna moves me to tears. And to top it all Julien Damoy mails me his cur- rent price list from Paris. Pleasant reading: Grand Vins de Bordeaux Sauterne 1921 Chateau Yquem.. 130 la Bout. Sauterne 1918 Chateau Lafaurie Peyra- guey 30 Vins de Champagne 1921 Champagne Imperial 28 Champagne Brut Vintage 1919 32 Cognacs Cognac Damoy 90 Fine Champagne 1875 120 Grande Fine Champagne 1858 150 Specialties J. Damoy Recommandees Liqueur des Bernardins 16.40 for Yi litre environ Kummel O. 0 20 la Bout. Curacao double orange 31 litre environ Prunelle extra 34 litre environ Pages and pages and pages of this — Oh why should the palate of mortal be dry? ITEMS HERE AND THERE WITH new and brilliant travel offices blossoming on Michigan Avenue every month or so the famous Boulevard is getting terribly cosmopoli' tan and terribly tempting to restless people. Next to the alluring windows of Cunard and Thomas Cook, on the corner of Michigan and Wacker, the dazzling Pennsylvania Travel Shop sprang into being a short while ago. This definitely adds a lot to the pleas ures of land travel. Instead of shout ing questions at a harried information clerk across a high counter or through an iron grating, one sinks into an easy chair at a little table for two, and the attendant explains oh so kindly and thoroughly all about trains, time tables, airplanes, fares and baggage. The walls of the Shop are an inspiration to travel — brilliant silver murals in the modern manner, valkyries directing the giants who turn the wheels of progress, 714ECI4ICAGOAN dazzling planes, steamships beating the waves, trains roaring into space. Whether you are buying any tickets or not right now you really should visit the Shop; it's worth seeing. RAILROADS every day are getting swankier and more luxurious; mayhap to take your mind off planes and ships and show you that an over land voyage can be a lot of fun. Into the Southwest the Santa Fe Chief car ries a luxury-loving tribe every day; into the Northwest the new Burlington Blackhawk, the Ak-Sar-Ben, and the Aristocrat to Denver are glorified in pastel decorations, and all sorts of gadgets to make the observation car just like home. Most of these fine trains have radios now and whether you like them or not at home they al ways help to pass time pleasantly on a train. The grand old Century gets swanky too, what with new decora tions in the observation cars, elegant beamed ceilings and panels embellished with carvings in the manner of the Italian Renaissance, couches, soda fountain, and a much larger platform so that more fresh air fiends can sit out and collect cinders. As you probably know, they have real bedroom cars on the Century now, too; praise be, these are being introduced on more and more roads. LITTLE things do make a difference * in travel, especially to women who must lug so many little things about with them. The travel compa nies are recognizing this too; as we see by the new travelers' checks issued by American Express. These are now the same size as the new dollar bills and really much more convenient to carry in a handbag. We cannot, after all, surrender essential space, that is needed for compacts and engagement books, to mere things like travelers' checks. AVIATION bugs have a few days i left in which to pore over the ex tensive antarctic and aviation exhibit in the men's store of Marshall Field's. Rows and rows of maps, pictures and charts telling all there is to know about airplanes and great flights from the be ginning to the present, and the famous New York Times globe showing the route of every notable flight. It's an interesting thing, and the catalog (free, too) should be acquired by every one who is interested in air history and development. Capper's Springtime A Gentlemanly Sort of Spring Hat Soft, smooth, delightfully light and pleasant to wear. 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They're worn over the skirt, tucked into the skirt; they have long sleeves, short sleeves or no sleeves at all; they are severely tailored or they have tucks and frills and embroidery, kows and knots and buttons to make you posi' tively delirious. Every fabric under the sun is used — crepes, satins, chiffons, plain linen, embroidered linen and batiste, organdie, silk and cotton pique, satin and cotton striped shirting — chiefly in white or the daintiest pastels you ever saw this side of a flower bed. The delicate silks are exquisite but I confess to a special fondness for these hundreds of cottons and linens which can cope with the Town's soot and come through any number of launder- ings as crisp and fresh as ever. NOW that I have exhausted all the proper adjectives it is a bit diffi' cult to tell you just how fresh, dainty, exquisite and all that, are the made-tO' order affairs in which Milgrim's are specializing now. They do them in dotted swiss, soft, soft handkerchief linen and embroidered linens in any color of the rainbow or out of it. You really must have a look. At Mil' grim's also are some ready-mades that aren't hard to take at all — an extremely tailored silk pique with wide tucks all down the front and down the sleeves, to boot; one very feminine in architect blue with oodles of drawn work and fagoting; and a glorious thing for the formal tea in white moravia, a new sheer material, with the scalloped col' lar and cuffs of the long sleeves elab' orately embroidered in gold threads and pearls. With the blue suit (second only to black in favor), the white shirting finely striped in blue makes a perfect blouse. Blum uses this in a tuck'in blouse, all hand'made and embroidered in front with small white dots and cir' cles of varying sizes. A very dashing piece. Jabots are decidedly in and one silk crepe blouse at Blum's has a frill flowing down to the left side where you have an elegant embroidered monogram. NOT so many women can get away with the extremely mannish tailored suit but for those who can, it is just about the smartest thing going this year. With this type of suit Rena Hartman's severe little blouses like a man's vest are ideal. She also has some crisp organdies with scads of hand'tucking and drawn work, and other delectable cottons. The New Blackstone Shop has the mannish vest type, too, in either cotton or silk pique, buttoning down the front and very trig and distinguished. Also for the ultra tailored costume they have mannish blouses in striped shirting or broadcloth. Here they show an almost breath'taking array of silk blouses in blue, pink, yellow and green with a handsome embroidered motif in front that dresses up the plain suit splen' didly. Their organdie blouses are trimmed with the very fashionable hand made silk flowers and they achieve some lovely things in embroid' ered batiste, one in lemon yellow with a delicately tucked narrow collar. A fetching French bit with a double cir- cular collar and side-buttoned fasten' ing has demure little cap sleeves. Yes, the blouse is back and a loving welcome to it! NEW ON THE BOULEVARD IT'S a sort of tradition among out siders to smile indulgently at the enthusiasm with which Chicagoans drag their guests about to see the pretty buildings. But feminine guests do like to be dragged about to the shops and its was with pardonable pride that I led a rather snooty visitor into the new Blackstone Shop at 669 North Michigan. TWECWICAGOAN Philip Maher did the building and Watson and Boaler designed the furni ture in a distinctly new and beauti- fulful version of the modern. The Accessory Salon is the first thing you drift into, charming little fripperies in the way of purses, jewelry, perfume and all that, in a shimmery setting of silver and gray. This leads into a delightful bandbox of a room, the per fectly round Hat Salon done in black and silver; and beyond that is the negligee room where you find imported underwear, those lovely blouses and the new corsetiere who does exquisite made-to-order things for you — copies of French imports. The main salon is on the second floor, a lofty-ceilinged room with long, long windows hung in emerald green. The walk in the whole building are a sort of pearl gray and the ebony furni ture here is upholstered in green with an occasional chair in rich gold. White calla lilies in huge bowls are beauti fully modern. The fitting rooms are unusual with three of the walls solid mirrors and slanted so that you can see every inch of your dress without the tiniest bit of neck-craning. And the third floor has the Fur Salon, a warm, glowing room with the upholstery in American Beauty or French blue. You select your furs in absolute privacy in smaller rooms off to the side. Then there's the Shoe Salon and back of that the Sport Costumes department where you can get the really dashing thing for any sport from swimming to flying. It's very much worth visiting just to see what real artists can do in the matter of backgrounds to make these devastating clothes of 1930 more devastating than any normal girl can bear. THEN we scampered north to see if Saks could do anything newer than they already had done with their first two floors. And they can. The new third floor is an exciting master piece in gleaming silver, with brilliant red, white and blue motifs dominat ing the wall decorations and upholstery. I didn't have time to see many of the new things they had but this junior floor should be a joy not only to mam mas but to all small women. Smart, small New Yorkers have long been picking up little things in the junior section of the eastern Saks and doing awfully well both as to style and price. Off in a corner is the gay little room of the new Party Factory, one of the Exquisite table ware Crystal — china Exclusive furni ture Interior furnish ings Occasional tables Lamfts in jade, crystal and ftottery •«>•,- -:¦<>• Everything Necessary to Make the Home Beautiful W. P. NELSON COMPANY Executive offices 153-159 W. Ohio Street Established 1856 N. J. Nelson, Pres. Exhibition Salon Drake Hotel JAY MIGNON INC. WRAPS COSTUME :an 50 TWQ CHICAGOAN 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 April 1. Orders filled in sequence of receipt. neatest ideas that anyone has had in a long time. Little Mary clamors for a birthday party and she really ought to have one, you know, but the thought of entertaining, feeding and pacifying a dozen youngsters sends chills down your spine. But all you have to do here is to place into the capable hands of Miss Goodlett the names and ages of your guests and it's all over but the shouting. The Party Factory descends upon your home and changes it into a pirate's den, a Dutch village, a circus or anyone of a dozen things, dresses the children in enchanting costumes, subtly starts the ball rolling with joy- producing games, attends to the cater ing, and everything imaginable untii the last happy child goes rolling home. If you like to attend to things your self you can find all sorts of playful and unusual favors, place cards, in vitations and games up here and get, up a grand party. But if you do like to be relieved of the burden of enter tainment they relieve wonderfully, even to producing elaborate things like marionette shows, circus troupes, a mind reading pony, magicians, ven triloquists, educated dogs, boomerang men — the most amazing entertainments you ever saw. Though they specialize in children's parties they have some lovely decorations and ideas for bridal parties and other adult things, and ever so many of the children's toys and games would be a howling success in a lot of parties I've attended. You really should drop in some afternoon and play a bit with the nodding ele phants and the drummer boy. Art NOW IN EXHIBIT By J. Z. Jacobson NURA is one of those names which one's instinctive sense of the mysterious laws of gravitation and relativity couples with an appelation. Just Nura has an incomplete ring. One feels it should be Nura the dancer, or Nura the diving girl, or Nura the snake charmer. Well, in the present case Newton's and Einstein's laws have been flouted. Nura, according to the catalogue, is just Nura and nothing more. Of course, one might dub her Nura the artist. But then artist is altogether too general a term. If I were naming her I would call her Nura the magician or, to make it complete beyond dispute, Nura the painter of magical baby dolls. In case my suggestion doesn't strike your fancy, take in Nura's show now current at the new Walden-Dudensing Galleries, 546 N. Michigan Avenue, and make up your own appelation. But in any case don't fail to see Nura's paintings. They won't tempt you to cry out hosanna or hallelujah. Nor will you be moved by them to sublime depths of silent awe. But you will have an indoor picnic. You will smile inwardly. And more than likely you will clap your hands metaphorically. The titles of her paintings help one more than ordinarily to realize the kind of work Nura's is. Among them are The Little Pig Went to Mar\et, Fly Away Home, Big Doll Dancing, The Secret Pledge, and Home with the First Star. Nura's creations are full of the whimsicality suggested by these names. And it is manifested in a fashion to appeal, as the book reviewers hum it, to children from eight to eighty. Some poet or other has minted the phrase "the subtle simplicity of the naive." Well, that does not apply to Nura's work. Her creations are per vaded with the subtle naivete of the so phisticated. Thus far I have stressed the anec dotal phases of Nura's paintings. And they are significant. But then there are any number of wielders of the pencil and brush who could do justice illustratively to subjects such at hers are. Nura's methods, however, are unique. I mean her subtle welding- together of the anecdotal and the plas tic, her way of effecting tones and nuances of color which not only har monize with one another and all to gether, but which also given an inner verisimilitude to her little tots from wonderland that blunt, bald realism or mere caricature rarely if ever have suc ceeded in doing. Some have compared her with Marie Laurencin. Lauren- cin's work, however, is airy, elfin, com- TUQ CHICAGOAN 51 paratively pale in color and rather ghastly-queer so far as its humor is concerned — whereas Nura's is solid, rounded, rich-hued and merrily whims ical. TO go directly from Nura's exhibit to a showing of George Bellows" lithographs is like jumping out of an exceedingly pleasant, steam heated swimming pool and diving into the frigid, mid-winter water of Lake Michigan. It's a healthy and exhilarat ing experience, but it is startlingly breath-taking the first few minutes. Some of the most famous of Bellows' works were shown last week at the Anderson Galleries. They are works which bring back the. flavor and essence of American life at the turn of the present century in a way that Dreiser and O. Henry might have done in lit erature if they had collaborated. Prize fights, prayer meetings, prison scenes, beach scenes — all bathed in a haze of humorous-poignant atmosphere, all standing out boldly, forcefully, inevit ably against a framework of dynamic symmetry. In Prayer Meeting, for instance, the most prominent figure is a tall man standing near the center with one arm uplifted in a straight vertical line cul minating in two fingers raised above the rest of his hand. Now all of that has a story-telling purpose. The man in question is leading the singing. And it has also an architectural purpose. The powerful line reaching straight downward from the fingers of the man's upraised hand to his shoes forms a sort of pillar at which horizontal lines converge. Of course we do not necessarily have to be conscious of this in order to catch what Bellows has to say. On the contrary, one of the most notable qualities of his work is that the staunch framework doesn't show through the finished structure, though his method of building up a framework is worth noting since he was one of the first American artists to stress dynamic symmetry. Succeeding Bellows show at Ander son's is an exhibit of several landscapes and a still life by Edward Bruce, the former American banker who, after living in the Orient several years and absorbing its traditions and atmosphere, has settled in Italy where he now de votes himself exclusively to painting. His work is calm, subdued and in a mild way rhythmical without being at all stirring. ¦ ¦ ¦ , ; neres a new cnarm -bo iea time i n n arc/ in g s COLONIAL J100M And a refreshing inter lude too, while anytime between 3 and 5:30 you can enjoy a delicious tea amidst the charm of early American surroundings. 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