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A settee ($70) and end table ($13.50) complete this porch set. SUMMER FURNITURE . . . is now a subject for serious consideration Our Eighth Floor is the place to make your researches. Our col lection is delightful . . . swings which inspire laziness . . . garden chairs which call forth the urge to bask in the sun ... all of such interesting material, all decorated in such an entrancing manner. MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY 2 TWtCWICAGOAN THEATRE Musical MSOLID SOUTH— Harris Theater, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Richard Bennett in a satyrical play on the Old South, opening May 19. Eves., $3; Wed. and Sat. mat., $2. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Until then, THE TIME, THE PLACE AHD THE GIRL. +THE.<LITTLE SHOW— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn . Central 3404. Refreshing revue with Clifton Webb and Libby Hoi' man lots bigger in the way of song and dance than the title would indicate. Eve nings, $4.40; Sat. mat., $3.00. Curtain [. eves., 8:30; Sat. mat., 2:30. ^SISTERS OF THE CHORUS— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Com edy of the home life of the chorus ladies; Edna Hibbard the star and Enid Markey a featured player. Eves., $3.00. Sat. and Wed. mats., $2. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. +HELLO PARIS— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark St., Central 8240. Chas. "Chic" Sale is the drawing card in this elaborate musical. Incidentally, the show has its premiere in Chicago. Eves., $3.85. Wed. mat., $2.50. Curtain 8:20 and 2:30. *NINE WEEKS OF LIGHT OPERA— Civic Theater, Wacker Drive at Wash ington Street. Franklin 5440. The Civic Opera artists, orchestra, ballet, Chi cago chorus, in revivals of opera comique favorites. Chimes of J^ormandy ends May 17, to be followed by The Gondo' liers for a run of several weeks. Curtain 8:15. Tickets $3.00. Performances every evening except Sunday. Drama •KCANDLE LIGHT— Princess Theater, 319 S. Clark St., Central 8240. Eugenie Leontovich in a smart comedy with Regi nald Owen and Alan Mowbray. Eves., $3. Wed. and Sat. mats., $2. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. -KESCAPE— Goodman Theater, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 7085. A John Galsworthy comedy-drama. Tickets, $2.00. Curtain, every evening except Monday, 8:30. Mat. Friday only, 2:30. HAKCTS PRIVATE AFFAIRS — Er- langer Theater, 127 N. Clark. State 2461. Minna Gambell featured in a sprightly comedy. Eves., $3.00. Sat. mat., $2.00 Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. -KSTRICTLT DISHONORABLE — Adel- phi Theater, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. One of these naughty droll af fairs that would have the conventional climax. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Sat., $3.00. Eves., $2.50. Wed. and Sat. mat., $2.00. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Anchors Up, by Arthur Brammer... .Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Tables and Times 4 Editorial, by Martin ]. i^utgley 7 Enter Backgammon, by Grosvenor Toeholds 9 Magical Nocturne 11 Distinguished Chicagoans, by J. H. E. Clar\ 12 The Face in the Fingerbowl, by Robert D. Andrew's 13 A Preview of the Yachting Season, by Steve Healey 13 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 17 Contemporary Entertainers, by Irma Selz 14-15 Dinner Dance, by Philip Hesbitt.. ..16-17 Sport Dial 22 Sports, by Warren Brown 24 Newsprint, by J. I. B 27 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 30 Stage, by William C. Boyden 32 Music, by Robert Polla\ 36 Shops About Town, by The Chi' cagoenne 38 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 40 The External Feminine, by Marc-a Vaughn 42 Books, by Susan Wilbur 44 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 reader* of The Chicago an. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 46. •KMANT A SLIP— Cort Theater, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. A play of love and inevitable marriage with Doro- thy Sands i|hd% Douglas Montgomery pre cise and effective in their parts. Wed. mat., $2.00. Sat. mat., $2.50. Eves., $2.50. Sat. eve., $3.00. +MEBBE— Studebaker, 418 South Michi gan. Harrison 2792. Charlotte Green wood and Bryant Washburn in a bit of slap-thigh comedy. Curtain eves., 8:30. Mats., 2:30. Prices eves., $2.50. Mats., $1.50. CINEMA ?JOURNEY'S END— Garrick, 64 West Randolph, Central 8240. Epic war-piece and to date the greatest screen triumph. Curtain, eves. 8:30; mat. 2:30. Eves., $1.50. Mats. $1.00. VAUDEVILLE ?PALACE -159 West Randolph. State 6977. The best vaudeville. Eves, in cluding Sundays and holidays, $2.00. Matinees, $1.00. MUSIC ORCHESTRA HALL— 220 S. Michigan Ave. -Harrison 0363. May 16, Daily News 'Oratorical Contest; May 17, Chi cago Musical College; Sun. aft., May 18, Sava Singing Society; May 19, Pilgrim Baptist Church; May 21, Senn A Cap- pella Choir; May 23, Chicago Normal School of Physical Education; Sun. aft., May 25, Chicago Sing Verein. AM" ART INSTITUTE — S. Michigan at Adams. Central 7080. Series of exhi bitions including Belgian paintings, sculp ture and graphic arts; international ex position of photographs from the Chicago Camera Club; water colors lent by Mrs. L. L. Coburn. Chicago Galleries Assn., 220 N. Michi gan. Central 9646. Semi-annual exhi bition of works by the artist members of the organisation. Carson Pirie Scott # Co. Galleries, State and Madison Sts. Exhibition by Margu erite Kirmser, famous etcher of dogs. O'Brien Galleries, 673 N. Michigan. Superior 2270. Miss Diana Thorne of New York, well-known for her etchings and paintings, is here to execute a num ber of commissions of portraits of dogs. Albert Roullier Galleries, 414 S. Michi gan. Harrison 3171. Exhibition of etchings and lithographs by Albert Sterner of New York, beginning on May 1 3 and to last about a month. t„„ r«i<M<~oAN— Martin J. Quigley, Publishkr and Editor; W. R. Weavkr, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan Publish- in^ P» 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fif.h Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Office: Qiln^n TJilev Union Oil Building. Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscriptions $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. IX No. 5— Ma 241930 Copyright 1930. Entered as second class matter March 25. 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, III., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUE CHICAGOAN ChaS'A- Steve ns& Bros 4 TWECUICAGOAN TABLES AND TIMES Morning — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Excellent cuisine and conservative atmosphere provoking superlatives in satisfaction. STEVEHS HOTEL— HO S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. One of the largest in town and food to appease the most capricious taste. SENECA HOTEL— 200 East Chestnut. Superior 2380. Just the cafe for a charming tete a tete — unpretentious but smart. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. There's nought presumptuous about their promise to serve you well. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. One of those mention- able things about Town and distin guished. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 West Madi son. Franklin 2363. American cook ing and the plates have plenty on them. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. Food that is its own enticement to enjoyment and served as you desire. EDGE WATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Ldngbeach 6000. The haut monde have enhanced the at mosphere and delectable food. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. Cater ing to the food-wise with distinction, or is the word elan? BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A selection that brings a memorable reward of food and service. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. To the man ner born, and that means refined and deliberately delightful. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 East Walton Place. Superior 4264. Cuisine above par and worth the try. BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 West Ran dolph. Central 0123. Here is a charm ing survival in the German tradition and fine victuals. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. Drop in after golf or the matinee — the menu has some good news. Luncheon — Dinner — La ter ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save King George and St. Hubert's. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wa bash 1088. High up in service and at mosphere. GRAYLINGS— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. ; Deftly served and food that assumes its own approval. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. An historic institution, with surroundings long-eyed and food long- tasted. KAU'S— 127 South Wells. Dearborn 4028. An extensive German menu, and the atmosphere helps a bit. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Quiet — convenient — and restful, where good restaurants are few and far between. LA TOUR d'ARGENT— Palmolive Build ing on North Michigan. New to the town and already a magnet for those of sophisticated palate. HUTLER'S— 20 South Michigan and 310 North Michigan. Just the places to slip in unobtrusively for a hasty lunch. CASA DE ALEX— 58 East Delaware. Superior 9697. The Spanish atmosphere, and the connoisseurs nod. RED STAR INN— 1528 North Clark. Delaware 3942. An old German inn that has served the town for years and still brilliantly. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 North Clark. All you want in sea food and lasting almost till dawn. RICKETT'S— 2727 North Clark. A late steak and sandwich shop and many prominent faces 'most every night. NINE HUNDRED— 900 North Michigan. Delaware 1761. It's a real good number to remember for food delights. JULIEN'S— 1009 North Rush. Delaware 4341. Phone Mama Julien, who super vises the round table, and be at home with this French family meal. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lake Park Avenue. Deftly served in the French mode and as good as the name implies. L'AIGLON— 22 East Ontario. Delaware 1909. Hospitality unconfined, with music or not, as you like, and a seductive cuisine. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 East Ohio. Del aware 1242. Swedish and sauvely served with smorgarsbrod and other tasty things. CIRO'S— 18 West Walton. . Delaware 2592. Rather ho-ho and promising a formal but very definite palate pleasure. CORSIGLIO'S— Orleans at Illinois. Ravi oli that is ravishing, the first ten yards the hardest. HARDING'S COLONIAL TEA ROOM — Wabash, south of Madison. Popular and efficient for luncheon or tea. FOO CHOWS— 411 South Clark. Serv- ing, as you would expect, a Chinese cuisine, and is modestly aloof without damaging the purse. MARCELLO'S— 1408 South Wabash. Spaghetti and chicken dinners and one may play the gourmand. GASTIS— 3259 North Clark. Another of the Swedish caterers and not a little sat isfying. THE RAVENNA— Division at Wells. Hungarian and late and at times a few celebrities to enliven things. LIHCOLH TURNVEREIN— 1019 Di- versey Parkway. Plenty in the robust German ftyle and gay atmosphere. Post-Theatre and Wee Hours BAL TABARIN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. On the lips of many who are in the whirl, and cuisine is excellent. COLLEGE INN— Hotel Sherman. Frank lin 2100. Cuisine and entertainment the best. COFFEE DAN'S— 114 North Dearborn. Randolph 0387. Where the god of noise reigns supreme and time and worries are blurred. MY CELLAR— Clark at Lake. Dearborn 6152. Just to prove the depth of pleas ure, or night life below the street level. CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Chinese and southern cooking with enough entertainment to whittle care from the hours. TWQCMICAGOAN JEWELS SILVERWARE In Fine Jewelry and in Silver the asso' ciated GORHAM establishments afford an opportunity for selections from a comprehensive and worthwhile stock. SPAULDING-GORHAM, Inc. Jewelers and Silversmiths Michigan Avenue CHICAGO * Orrington Avenue EVANSTON 23 Rue de la Paix PARIS Associated with BLACK, STARR 6? FROST — GORHAM, Inc. New York Palm Beach Southampton 6 rWECWCAGOAN 63 YEARS of GOOD FURNITURE '"Pct^ GAY, NEW RUGS! lj-<ilILLIANT in color, swagger in design, || ) luxurious in texture is this glorification of the summer rug, a wonderfully durable wool- and-fibre weave at impressively low prices. Below: Very modern is the smart gold-and-hlac\ design of this fine "Kimdahr"; 9x6, $14.50. Order your summer rugs in any combination of 19 new, popular colors; the square yard, $3.50. The Background: Banket-weave casement cloth, wool embroidered, 47 in. wide. Yd., $3.75. r^&mpany MMruEJCTtZkEns ~ hetml-ers ~imvo nrrEns COURTESY GREETS THE VISITOR CI4ICAG0AN Problem HP HE outstanding interest in the impending senatorial I campaign in Illinois at the present moment is whether The Tribune will attain a sufficient gymnastic agility to be able to .continue its anti-prohibition activities while sup porting Ruth Hanna McCormick, a dry, and opposing James Hamilton Lewis, a wet. While consistency has never been a shining attribute of the newspapers, still most of them have an understandable desire that once they have permitted themselves to under take the espousal of a cause they don't like to have the cause, and themselves, kicked about if there is any con venient and inexpensive way of avoiding it. If the public's attitude toward the prohibition question would lapse into one of indifference during the next few few months The Tribune's embarrassment would be re lieved, but as all authentic indications of the moment point graphically to the contrary, the predicament is likely to arrive in due time. There will be an adroit reaching out after issues but it would take a magician, with full complement of silk hat, wand and rabbit up the sleeve, to uncover anything be tween now and Fall which will match in interest to the voter in this Town and State the little matter of the per missible alcoholic content of beverages. There, then, is something for the aerialists of Tribune Tower to think about. Bond Street A COMMITTEE of the National Congress of India recently held a parade of a large number of donkeys which were dressed in English clothes of the latest cut and fashion. The curious notion involved, it seems, was a protest against the use of foreign cloth. We shall probably now witness a strong hand laid on the disturbance in India. This sort of thing has gone quite far enough. Vengeance must be had for this donkey inci dent before the coming of the Summer months or else Bond Street, already sufficiently troubled by the comments of American clients who have never been entirely persuaded about English clothes, particularly the noted slept-in design, will have more than it can bear during the coming season. Paternalism PERHAPS, after all, we have been unnecessarily alarmed over the possibility of an undue paternalism on the part of the American government. At any rate, developments in connection with the inquiry relative to the paralysis which is attributed to the consumption of a spurious Jamaica ginger should set at rest apprehensions on the point. It now appears that the injury has been done by the denaturants placed in alcohol by the authorised government agency. The government poison is, of course, introduced as a deterrent to any enjoyable use of the treated alcohol as a beverage. And how accurately it achieves its purpose may be realized from the fact that a large number of per sons now lie paralysed in several sections of the country where strong drinkables of a less lethal character are scarce and expensive. It may be that the government, like the stern parent, feels this more than the victims, in which case there is left to enjoy the results only the arid fanatic who welcomes every diminution in the ranks of the opposition — even by poison and rifle-fire. Elective IT must be said for Dartmouth College that in carrying the elective system of collegiate training to its logical conclusion it is toying with no half-way measures in the case of a half dozen of its students at least. On account of special ability these six students will be awarded their diplomas, although next year they will attend only such classes as they choose and the little matter of senior examinations will be waived. Thus, these students — barring, we assume, infractions of the criminal code — will be permitted to do precisely as they please, a curriculum which, if you look at it that way, leaves nothing whatsoever to be desired. Population A FORECAST on the federal census returns for the City of Chicago indicates a population increase of 648,000 since 1920, the largest increase in any decade in the city's history. These figures will not be surprising to Chicagoans who have grown accustomed to find everyplace in the Town crowded, with the exception of the mayor's office; but they will be more than a little puzzling to a lot of people at remote places who have long since been convinced that the homicidal influence has been reducing Chicago's popu lation at an alarming rate. An increase of 258,000 on the North Side is indicated. We shall not, however, accept responsibility for this ap proximation because of a persisting impression that nearly this many people seek to cross Broadway at Wilson Ave nue against the red light at any given hour every evening. — M ARTIN J. QUIGLEY. THE CUICAGOAN C-/te poor Mile inch girl note has a sliof) oj her own ah OJaks-CTijih m venue: lhe JNew Debutante Shop ....a new department ?.? featuring fashions that create a smart distinction ? . ? at prices that come well within the debutante's allowance. ^Attention, Debutante's Pocketbook! Debutante Frocks . 17.50 to 67.50 (DAY AND EVENING) Debutante Coats . 27.50 to 127.50 Evening Wraps . . 27.50 to 67.50 Debutante Shoes . 10.50 to 15.50 THE NEW DEBUTANTE SHOP- THIRD FLOOR SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE North Michigan at Chestnut TI4ECWICAG0AN 9 ENTER BACKGAMMON Ancient Game is Smart World's Current Novelty BACKGAMMON has arrived. Ar rived, we might say, with a capi tal "a" or, better still, in all capitals, and we would have it so but the print er's art includes no letter of sufficient By GROSVENOR NICHOLAS magnitude. Its arrival, moreover, has been more than merely emphatic. It has been triumphant, foretelling, it seems to us, a rapid rise to greatness. To appreciate this, one must know something of this backgammon, as it is now played, and one must know something also of that world of indoor sport and pleasant pastime of which it is a part. About the beginning of this century, the old game of whist was revived by what were then new and interesting developments. First as Bridge and then as Auction it became, if not our favorite vice, at least our most modest method of gaming. One was expected to play Auction, just as one is expected to dress for dinner. To play the game became socially a requisite, to play it well a qualification — unfortunately, sometimes the only one. After these new developments, the old game of whist took its departure, to dream per haps of its greatness in the early eighties. CAME then, as certain of our new fangled moderns will say it, not the dawn, but Contract. This oc curred about two years ago and since then Auction, that we used to see about so much, seems to have folded its tents like the Arabs and as silently stolen away to join its parent or grand parent. Whether or not Auction, while at the feast of some modern Belshazzar — for it attended many such — saw its doom inscribed upon the wall, we do not know. We may be sure, however, that its doom is definitely sealed. With the arrival of Contract it became as passe as Bridge or old Whist, and in good society that means quite as dead as anything can be. Concerning these transitions, there may have been certain individuals who entertained regrets. There usually are such, but they are helpless. Change is generally something against which one has only struggles in vain. In a world of fashion, we can never bid the glittering car of progress halt and, in this country, the futility of attempting such a thing is all the more apparent 10 TUECMICAGOAN when we consider to what extent we have surrendered our inalienable right of individual pursuit of happiness, guaranteed by our Constitution, for the fascinating though fatuous idea of "keeping up with the Jones's." And it was precisely the "Jones's" who were the first to abandon Auction and take up Contract. However, notwithstanding the pres ent vogue of Contract, is it possible to say with certainty anything concerning its future? The whole family of whists is by no means old. It has existed little more than two centuries, and those members of the family we have known, Bridge and Auction, have passed one after the other. Furthermore, while Contract con tinues the traditional and possibly laborious Whist concomitants or char acteristics, that is, concentration, mem ory and silence (the last always so depressing socially), it presents new difficulties which, it seems to us, are still unsolved. BUT it is not alone because of these difficulties that we entertain doubts concerning the reign of Con tract. A rival has appeared. A rival extraordinary in every respect. He is of more ancient lineage, much more ancient. His line is older than history. It extends beyond recorded time. There is about him the glamour of antiquity, the mystery of the East. Thousands of years before whist, thou sands of years before even the inven tion of playing cards, his forefathers were well-known in India, in China, and by the Nile and the Euphrates. They were welcomes at the feasts of the Pharaohs and in the palaces of the Kings of Ur of the Chaldees. And what is it that this new rival is offering us? The most ancient game in the world. Dicing — the sport which fascinated the ancient Greeks, which enslaved the emperors of Rome, which held dominion in China, in India and of which we find relics in Mesopo tamia and in Egypt buried in the tombs of the kings. Dicing with all its an cient developments. The Ludus duo decern scriptorum, or twelve line game of the Romans, Chaucer's "tables" or backgammon, as it has been since known in England for centuries, or trictrac as it has been known upon the continent. Too, with its recent modern developments, it is well adapt ed to our younger and more rapidly moving civilization. Backgammon has been revived, just as old whist was revived, by recent developments or elaborations. These are known as "doubling" and "chou- ette." The former, said to be the in vention of the Grand Duke Dmitri, now a resident of Paris, has given to this ancient game the exciting possibili ties of a game of poker in which the sky is literally the limit, together with perfect protection for the conservative. BACKGAMMON has always been peculiarly a game in which the advantage may shift suddenly and fre quently. By giving the players alter nately the right to double the stake, we give to the stake the possibility of an increase in arithmetical progres sion, which may reach the stars. At the same time, the right to surrender and decline doubles affords perfect protection. By means of the latter development or elaboration known as "chouette," backgammon has been transformed into a game, no longer limited to two per sons, but one which may be played by three, four or any reasonable number. In addition to its exciting possibili ties, this game seems also to possess other inherent qualities — qualities per haps similar to those of that rare in dividual whom we describe as a "good mixer." It requires neither mental concentration, memory nor silence. Conversations may be continued and continuous. There need be no depres sing silence and nothing laborious. In stead of brain strain for the casual player, there is relief and relaxation and a natural appeal to the sociable, even to the convivial. It is no wonder that the outposts of whist have fallen and that this new rival is now storming the gates. There is dissatisfaction, it seems, even among the "Jones's." What is that we now see being played at certain of our ex clusive clubs in Chicago, New York and Paris? Modern Backgammon with "doubling" and "chouette." THE Assyrian may have come down like the wolf on the fold. Iser may have rolled rapidly but noth ing seems to be more rapid than the advance of this modern backgammon. We do not know if its cohorts are gleaming with silver and gold, but they may well be if they are embellished with but a fraction of the medium of exchange, or "modern obstacle" which, since the arrival of this new backgam mon, must already have changed hands. In an incredibly brief space of time backgammon seems to have penetrated the innermost shrines, those veritable sancta sanctorum, which we. might de scribe sufficiently, if the reader will forgive a lese majeste and further con tinuation of our vulgar phrase, as the home and club of Mr. Jones. It was at the club that the game first made Mr. Jones' acquaintance and then Mr. Jones seemed to be always at the club. Mrs. Jones, observing this, inquired and very quickly learned the cause. Had she been a dull woman she might have thought of Backgammon, just as we all used to think of it, as "some thing on the back of a checker board." She might have rushed to a specialty- shop or to a department store and pur chased one of those deplorable affairs, one of those folding boards which dis guise themselves as two large volumes. But, of course, Mrs. Jones was far too clever for that. She procured a beau tiful new board, quite as good as those at the club, and she mastered the game herself. In this way her husband was restored to his family and backgammon entered the home of the "Jones's." IT is from such social summits that the light of this newly elaborated ancient game now shines with splendid refulgence. Apart from its inherent qualities, which the disconcerning Mr. Jones immediately recognized, apart from its past greatness, its glory in Greece and its grandeur in Rome, it is here now in the mansions of the great, by the seats of the mighty, a beacon light to those special observers, the climbers, as well as to a general public throughout the country, always unduly interested in Mr. Jones, who will not fail to see this new star in the East. Whist after all, notwithstanding its elaborations, has been for some time rather general. Too general, perhaps not to have suffered from common as sociation and lost much of its prestige. It is now no more exclusive than motor ing, and no more smart than short hair or silk stockings. Pastimes, with possibly one or two exceptions, seem invariably to change. Accordingly, if we are wise, should we not borrow from the politicians and climb upon the backgammon bandwagon? And then, instead of becoming disgruntled and condemned possibly as old fogies, we shall be able to accept cheerfully what is perhaps inevitable and, like a medi eval populace acclaiming a new mon- arch, shout "the King is dead, long live the King!" TUECI-I1CAG0AN n The pulse of the Town beats high above the glamorous converge of Michigan Boulevard and Warmer Drive, a vista of stone and steel leavened by the strict austerity of the Chicago Temple . . . a night- view by Edward B. McGill lately exhibited in the Chicagoland Salon sponsored by the Women's Chicago Beautiful Association. MAGICAL NOCTURNE 12 TUECUICAGOAN DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK JAMES HAMILTON LEWIS: Twenty seven years a Chicagoan, ex-City Attor ney, ex-Corporation Counsel and ex-Sena tor; Wilson's representative of the Senate at London and ambassadorial appointee to Belgium (declined); active in the Spanish- American War, author of the Congressional resolution for recognition of Cuban inde pendence, unofficial aide to General Bell in the World War; author of five books on politics, representative of the nation at many international conferences and knight ed by two foreign countries; a wet Demo crat, a past master of the social graces and a candidate of imposing proportions in the Fall elections. CHARLES COMISKEY: Owner of the White Sox and beloved throughout the big league as The Old Roman: a Chicago boy who made good in Milwaukee baseball (1876) and won four consecutive cham pionships for the St. Louis Browns in the 80's; a dynamic figure in dugout or grand stand, and equally at home on the links; a citizen whose name is synonymous with clean sport throughout the world. EUNICE TIETJENS: Educated at the University of Genoa, the Sorbonne and the Proebel Kindergarten Institute of Dres den, Germany; a staff member of Poetry Magazine since 1913, war correspondent of The Chicago Daily T\(ews in '17 and '18, her books include Profiles from China, Pro xies from Home, Body and Raiment, Leaves in Windy Weather, Poetry of the Orient (an anthology) and others; member of the Midland Authors, the Poetry Society of America, and in private life Mrs. Cloyd Head. LUCIUS TETER: Native of Indiana, one-time school teacher, became bank messenger at the old Continental and or ganised in 1901 the forerunner of the pres ent Chicago Trust Company of which he is chairman of the board; with amalgama tion of the Chicago Trust and National Bank of the Republic, he became vice- chairman of the board of the Republic; chairman and directing genius of the In fant Welfare during twenty years, he finds his favorite relaxation in riding to hounds. ASHTON STEVENS: Dean and best- dressed of the Town's dramatic critics, sophisticated columnist of the Herald'Ex* aminer, brilliant and zestful conversational ist; autocrat of the dinner table at The Tav ern, friend and host to the great of the world of art, literature, music and drama; once the world's most promising banjo player; husband of Katherine Krug, Good man theater star, brother-in-law of Ger trude Atherton and uncle of Ashton Ste vens Krug. TUECUICAGOAN 13 THE FACE IN THE FINGER BOWL A Critique of Chicago Table Manners AT Lincoln park 200 a thousand l people stood on tiptoe to watch the lions getting fed. A little man in a dingy uniform held out a chunk of meat, transfixed on a sort of trident. Suddenly, he flicked the meat through the air, straight at a waiting lion. The people forgot for this moment their peanuts, their gum, their taffy apples. They saw the lion's head move ever so slightly, with absurd cat-like speed. They heard white teeth click. That was all. The meat was gone. The lion regarded the watching thousand with a flat, ancient stare. Then he wagged his tail like a surfeited Angora and lay down and went to sleep. The people moved on. The big Sunday thrill was over. It was time to go and have dinner. 1WENT to the place where they wash their faces in the fingerbowls, where they talk with their forks, to the place on Randolph street where every actor is a star and every diner wonders how much that blonde paid for that By ROBERT D. ANDREWS fur coat. There I saw the beautiful lady and the three thin men and a lot of others. I watched them eat. Their heads dipped low in perfect unison. Right arms crooked slightly, food leaped into waiting eager mouths, jaws snapped shut, teeth crunched hard. And as they ate, the people talked. Lumps of food danced up and down behind their cheeks. But no one stared at them. I saw a pretty lady prop a mirror against a water glass and go through the stern business of making up, smacking her brief nose with a grimed powder puff, rubbing her soft cheeks with a rouge puff she had been using for quite a long time. I saw a man pick his front teeth with a long and adept fingernail. Then I saw a man add up his check on a napkin and when he got through he got a wallet out of his hip pocket at the expense of many contortions and he counted out the exact change, and then he grunted to his lady, "Come on," and she followed like Delilah before she got wise to Samson. THEN I saw a woman with long, lovely hands pick up three olives at once and shunt them into her nice mouth and abstract the pits, one, two, three, and drop them on the tablecloth. I saw a woman cut a beefsteak with the dull edge of her fork and it took quite a lot of work but I suppose it was fun. Then I went out onto Randolph street and wandered along and looked in bright windows at people with their elbows on tables and their faces intent on food and I began to wonder why Chicago people go to stare at lions being fed. And I wondered, also, if the busi ness of swallowing food is so impor tant in Chicago? In Chicago, any more than in all the other cities where grandfathers once fought for venison, bear steak and corn meal mush? And if all this business of eating as Chicago copyrights the art is the natural out growth of a system that cannot be changed? And if the Chicago credo- get there faster than the other guy- obtains over the dinner table as im plicitly as over the ticker or desk? 14 TWtCUICAGOAN I do not know any answers to these questions. But I cannot help remem bering places. THERE is one place, a very large and very noble hotel on upper Michigan, where bloods and beauties from our noblest families resort for dinner dancing. They come in big cars and authentic splendor, they ap' pear by laughing fours and sixes, they surround small tables, they give their orders, they dance. The music tan talises, beseeches, captures almost all of them. But here sit four people, and of them one boy and one girl are talking and do not hear any other voices, do not see anyone, do not care if there is music, if there are a hundred people dancing behind them. They have got each other. That is all they need. But a young man across the table — who met this girl for only a moment only half an hour ago — gets up, comes around the table, raises his large right hand, slaps the girl sharply on her nude thin back. "Break! Come on!" He takes her by the wrist and drags her onto the dance floor. She does not hang back. They begin to dance. He has just crammed half of a Vienne roll into his mouth. He munches, dances, crunches, dances on. And the girl ac cepts all this, she sees nothing wrong about it or about him, she would be horrified if some antique fool rose up and kicked the young man hard and cried, "Sir, you are no gentleman! My card!" This is the trouble, in Chicago. This is what perplexes the uninformed new comer, this discovery that Chicago women do not look for courtesy. I do not think they know quite what courtesy would be like, I do not think they know how to demand the sort of manners one was taught are natural, are only what nice people know before they are allowed to go into company at all. Instead, Chicago women kowtow to these louts, they let them get away with it, they are patiently adoring — they do not know, perhaps, that in distant outre places it is still the cus tom for a man to ask a lady, "Would you care to dance?" and the man still thinks of the lady as one who confers a favor when she dances. ANOTHER place? This one is on . Michigan, too, and everything is Russian. The walls are colored phan tasmagoria and the waiters all are barons and the women at least are prin cesses and that bird at the door was a Cossack ataman and that is at least a grand duke, that egg beating the piano. It costs money to dine in this place. And you must dress. And you must be the right sort of people or you do not get in. Very well. Permit me to present four of the right sort of people. They talk, and dance, and sup weird bortsch and other odd assemblages of food, and talk. They smoke. The sweet ladies, with real pearls about their throats, with frail white hands that never knew the touch of typewrit ers or brooms, smoke elegant cigarets in slim holders. All around the tables are small ashtrays, clever tiny things. But these are almost never used. The ladies and their handsome cavaliers reach out, dip cigarets into their water glasses, then release them, light new cigarets, smoke these, dip them in wa ter, let them sink, light more. The glasses turn from cloudy nothingness to black, to a deep awful grayish black. The cigarets melt into shreds that lurk in inky water. It is not very pretty. But it is the way one does. And then there is another good place which you reach by riding up many floors in a crowded elevator. One man of seven in the car sees three ladies in the press, jerks off his hat, gets it well smashed by one lady's elbow, is stared at, feels a fool, gets red behind his ears, slinks out in misery. But all the others file into the wide, rich restaurant, and people waiting say, "Two? Four? This way." And men and women file around, and seat themselves. And then the race begins. THERE are three menus on this one table, but there are four din ers, two men, two women — all neat, well dressed and wealthy-seeming. Four pairs of hands dart at the menus, but one pair is late. Three pairs of hands hold up three menus in sleek triumph. Eyes race down the columns. Two men and one woman say at once "I'll take . . . ." The waitress holds her pencil poised, her eyes uncertain, the whole manner troubled. But the woman wins. "I'll take the filet mignon and this, and this, and this. ..." A man cuts in urgently "Bring me the scallops Meuniere. And I'll take. . . ." The other man crashes through with "I'll have the porterhouse with fried onions well done and some mashed potatoes and. . . ." They run a dead heat, but the woman comes out ahead. Each of the three talks, no one waits for the others to finish, and the wait ress does the best she can to extricate three orders from this melee of voices. Then the woman drops her menu and the other woman, impatient all this while, gets her chance at last. And you see that scene repeated in any restaurant or sandwich den or cof fee cafe, any night at all, anywhere in Chicago. The oldfashioned idea that men should order for their ladies, that a gentleman puts into ordering the right meal his knowledge of the lady's tastes, his ardent yearning to see her well-fed, his most artistic loving care, means nothing in Chicago — if it ever did. The even older idea that women should go first, that gentlemen sit back and let a woman finish what she has to say, is equally forgotten. In Chicago eat ing is a race, a race in which the one who talks the loudest, scans the menu with the quickest eye, is honored as the victor and the champion. E get back to the same thing: The women in Chicago do not care. I do not think most women in Chicago even know about this ancient custom which made the lady guest a person to be sheltered and served. I do not think most Chicago women would trust their escorts with the job of ordering a meal. A girl told me, "If I waited — if I let my escort order for me — I'd get a chicken sandwich and a glass of milk." Another girl told me, "If I waited he'd speak up and say, 'Well, why don't you order?' or else when he got through telling the waiter everything he wanted he'd bark 'Well, what's yours?' I'd rather not let him embarrass me that way. And — people wouldn't understand, anyhow." They would not. They stare at the man who watches his manners, they are patronizing to such a posturer, you feel them saying to themselves, "Showoff!" or "Country! He just doesn't know the ropes." You watch a man and woman come to a table set for two. The man pulls out his chair, drops into it with a long grateful sigh. The woman sits down, pulls up her chair, wriggles somehow out of her fur coat, sets her elbows firmly on the table, preens herself, looks at the god across the table with still grateful eyes. He brought her out to feed her. Should he then delay his meal by pushing up her chair, by help ing her out of her coat? She does not look for this. She may not know it [continued on page 20] THECMICAGOAN 15 ANCHORS UP! A Preview of the Summer's Yachting AT high noon, May 30, Judge M~\ Charles E. Kremer, one of Chi cago's oldest yachtsmen, will fire a can non from the promenade deck of the Chicago Yacht Club. Ensigns will be hoisted and Chicago's Yachting season will be declared officially opened for 1930. From this moment until Octo ber's chilly winds bring football and the Sheldon Clark Autumnal Regatta, Lake Michigan's shores will be dotted with tiny white sails interspersed with the foaming wakes of power craft. From Evanston north to Gary south, Chicago's lake front will present a charming vista of aquatic activity. To the uninitiated in sailing this pic ture presents a life of easy indolence and enjoyment. Certain we are that it is enjoyment to these jolly tars, but in dolent — never. Yachtsmen are the most energetic sportsmen to be found, and I know of no other sport that calls for so much ingenuity and resourceful ness. Matching wits against Lake Michigan in a capricous mood is no By STEVE HEALEY gentle pastime, as any sailor will tell you who has braved a stiff Nor' Easter, or peered into a dense fog on the long and hazardous yearly race to Mackinac Island. CHICAGO has four yacht clubs wherein both power and sail boats are registered, as well as two clubs devoted to power craft alone. Each club has its own racing schedule throughout the season, but all join in the major regattas and long distance races sponsored by the Lake Michigan Yachting Association. The first long distance race sched uled this coming season is the Colum bia Yacht Club's thirty-sixth annual race to Michigan City. This is Colum bia's only long distance race of the season, and from a standpoint of show manship they outdo themselves on this event. The sailing fleets of all yacht clubs in Chicago will leave the foot of Van Buren Street gap at intervals from 9:00 A. M. on the morning of Satur- day, June 21, and head toward Michi gan City. Escorting them and adding to the panoramic view will be destroy ers, sea planes, and cruisers from the Great Lakes Naval Training Station under the command of Captain Evers. Arriving at Michigan City, the keys of the city will be tendered the visit ing yachtsmen and the evening will be topped off with a grand carnival and dance. While this is the Columbia Yacht Club's major event, they are attempt ing something new that may prove an innovation in yachting circles. A mid night race will be staged sometime in August and whether this will prove practical or not remains problematical. But it is certain to cause a sensation and may become popular. THE next long distance race is the Chicago Yacht Club's Annual race to Mackinac Island. A distance of some four hundred miles, it is Amer ica's premier yachting event, and the longest fresh water race on the globe. Twenty-five to thirty of the larger yachts yearly take the starter's gun in 16 TUEO4ICAG0AN this classic scheduled for the latter part of July. From Belmont Harbor they steer their course for the Island. Solely dependant on the whim of the weather, these hardy souls pilot their crafts through flat calms, raging squalls, and pesky head winds. While the element of danger is per haps the paramount incentive that lures the intrepid yachtsmen in this race, it is well known that in all the years that this race has been sailed not a life has been lost. A tribute to the nautical prowess and seamanship of these venturesome souls. Jackson Park's annual race to Sauga- tuck and the Chicago Yacht Club's race to Macatawa and return round out the list of long distance races for this season. HILE the long distance races might be termed the high lights of the season, there is plenty of activity in between. The Chicago Yacht Club runs two series of class races throughout the summer. Each Saturday afternoon the entire fleet of R's, Eagles, and pups sail the twelve mile course off Belmont Harbor. Points are awarded for each boat in the order it finishes and the total points go to declare a class winner at the termination of the yachting calender. The Chicago Yacht Club has the finest - fleet of R class boats in America and a list of their skippers reads like a page from the blue book. The major event in this class is the annual series of races for the Sir Thomas Lipton Cup. Three races are held over a different course each day and the winner is declared on his total of points for the series. Beside the famous Lipton Cup Series, the Chicago Yacht Club this year will be sponsors of the International R boat champion ships to be held late in September. A representative boat from Lake Michi gan, Lake Ontario and Lake Erie will compete here for the Richardson Trophy, and the eyes of North Amer ica's yachtsmen will be focused with interest on this event. Chicago has a fine fleet of R's from which to pick a worthy representative and should give the invading boats a merry tussle for the cup. The Eagle class boats have their in nings when they compete annually for the Sir John Nutting Cup. These races are run similar to the Lipton Cup series and are held on the same dates. It is doubtful if there is in America today a class of boats competing that gives to yachting more genuine com petition than this bunch of eagle boat sailors. Headed by two of Chicago's prominent surgeons, Rear Commodore Dr. Arthur Metz and Doctor Joe Davis, you will travel many a knot to find a more colorful assortment of jolly tars. The aforementioned doctors share bachelor quarters in the Univer sity Club and live amicably throughout the winter months. During the sailing season, however, it is a different mat ter. Last season Doctor Joe beat Doc tor Art in the Michigan City race by 30 seconds and rumor has it that they are still sailing the race. This year George Gets, Jr., has been converted from big game hunting to sailing, and his newly purchased boat, the Acquilon, will be among the eagle fleet. Bob Haynie's Falcon, for years an outstanding boat, rounds out this division. The pup fleet, for years dominated by Bert Williams, is now beginning to recognize a new leader in the person age of another medico, Dr. Howard Wakefield, who proved so successful last year with his sprightly pup, Ri-Ri. This, in a general way, gives the per spective for sailing this coming season and now for a word about the power boat men and their activities. In Quotes president Hoover: The worst is over. w\ lord derby: You are a great nation; if I were you I would not think for a moment of getting into any en tangling alliance. WK PROF. PHILIP fox: If we can bring people to realize better that the whole cosmos is ruled by law, the planetarium will perform a much de sired purpose. w\ dr. Ferdinand watzek : I am in formed that ninety per cent of your homicides here remain unsolved. With all respect for your officers, I am surprised, after seeing some of the procedure, that the percentage is not larger. w\ james h. kirby: What the United States needs is an investigating com mittee to investigate investigating committees. W\ E. c. yellowley: We have no inten tion of molesting the home-brewers themselves, but they will be indi rectly hit when we start seizing the materials at the stores. W\ DR. WILLIAM VAN WEYGANDT: Crime is a part of the city's evolution, but. it will pass. w\ M. andre geraud: I raise my glass to the prosperity of Chicago, col. Randolph's reply: I regret that we have to drink that toast with water. w\ Evangeline booth : Many a glass has become little more than a gesture. Tour De Gallerie Enchanted hour! Who, then, shall heed The lush ga-lomp of tweed galosh If here be soul released In blobs of oozed oil? Come, let us Pad about with others like galoshed! This— Number Nine — is Hude Ram* pant? In charming flair; interpretation Deft, unique! And this — Filet of Sole! Ah — symphony piscine in sleek Display of sweep extravagant And cunning inference! Far cry, Indeed, from silly tea time bosh To colloquy in tongue well fleeced Of platitudes! Ga-lomp! Ga-lomp! A Gem— Alfalfa Field in Rain! The washed Scene bestirs a pang profound, poig nant; One mulls in bovine expectation, So to speak. Soupcon! A jolly role Is this of gay soubrette in clique Galoshed, ga-lomping, conversant? — chevy chase. TWCCWICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Ballade and Plea for Wooded Skyscrapers —The Great Announcing Contest— Our Next Mayor — Mr. Stevens' Accident — Assorted Whispers —The Doorman and the Governor— Strange Revival By RICHARD "RIQUARIUS" ATWATER SKYSCRAPER BALLADE Slim in her dress of carven stone, Towering in the s\y blue air, Proud as a queen on her lofty throne, Was ever a lady so tall and fair? Well may the pigmy beneath her stare As her ivory crown the white clouds \iss: Still as a dream she rises there — Where is the goddess divine as this? As beauty should, she stands alone, Unconcerned with any care; She will be here when we are gone — Was ever a lady so tall and fair? She will remain when none \nows where The architect who dreamed her is . . . Lights by night in her jewelled hair, Where is the goddess divine as this? When worms are gnawing the crum bling bone Of architect and the millionaire Who boasts that this dream is his to own, (Was ever a lady so tall and fair?) Still the sunshine she shall share When her builders the sun and star* light miss: Rubies and nightly pearls shell wear — Where is the goddess divine as this? L'ETiVOT Builder, gaze on your wor\ well, e'er You precede her down death's prec ipice. Was ever a lady so tall and fair7 Where is the goddess divine as this? w\ Opening the Straw Hat Season PUTTING his golden guitar care fully into its blue plush case and bowing politely to the Chicago Plan, the troubadour Riquarius shook his head wistfully and remarked that this was the best he could do without moun tains. You really need mountains, said the minstrel, to get your best ef fects, and I mean mountains with lots of trees on them. Why can't we have a Super-Chicago Plan, with wooded mountains? Isn't this an age of engi neering? The objection was then made that mountains take up a lot of room, and the realtors might not like it, moun tains being rather hard to subdivide in rectangular lots. Besides, what's the matter with skyscrapers for scenery, aren't they high enough? Perhaps you are right, said the Sweet Singer of Illinois, but can't we com promise? Plant trees on the skyscrap ers. That will give us the roma'ntic effect we need, and I can get along without mountains if Chicago has sky scrapers lush and burgeoning with trees all the way up their aspiring sides. Think of it! "333" rustling pleasantly in the wind, and That Thrush singing his heart out in the sentimental boughs of Tribune Tower. Murmuring pines and hemlocks of the Pure Oil building. Doves nestling in the verdant branches of old Mather, cooing to their mates in the lisping elms of the Wrigley Mountains. Real palms and authentic olives on the Palmolive building. Mountain climbers with alpenstock and feathers in their green hats ascending the twit tering sides of the Civic Opera to pluck the fabled edelweiss on its snow-capped peaks. . . . How about some good snappy Town Talk, the objection was made. Oh, all right, said the minstrel, tak ing out his saxophone and rising alertly to his feet as the stage hands removed the Moonlight in the Swiss Alps scene and lowered the modernistic drop showing sixteen cubist bootleggers chas ing a triangular policeman down a green and black State street. Judges'1 Dilemma THERE was a time when all you had to do to become a radio an nouncer was to be on the premises when the station started; but as the art of broadcasting progresses, a more scientific method of selection becomes necessary. Thus a local radio station recently held quite a try-out for can didates eager for the privilege of tell ing the world how much we up here in the studio are enjoying this pro gram. There were quite a lot of candidates, mostly from the Town's high schools and colleges. A test an nouncement was prepared for each of the prospective Bill Hays to deliver aloud, and three judges, carefully se lected from the Best People among radio professionals, sat by with critical ears. The test announcement went something like this: "Through the courtesy of Ossip Ga- brilowitsch, you will now hear the Charles Camille Saint-Saens Symphony Orchestra play Ippolitov Ivanov's fam ous overture to Die Fledermaus, a bril liant concerto by Oiseau de Feu with whose dainty Khovantschina you are doubtless already familiar. This num ber is dedicated to Amilcare Ponchielli of Schenectady, Saskatchewan, and comes to you over the Giacomo Puccini network. This is Wagner's Goetter- daemmerung announcing." At the close of this simple examina tion the three judges retired to a priv ate room and deliberated with the aid of a little tinkling ice. Discovering, says Yank Taylor of the Times, who is believed to be one of the judges of the occasion, that no two of the three of them could agree as to whether the proper names in the test had or had not been correctly pronounced by the applicants, it was solemnly decided to pick the lucky winner solely on the basis of quality of voice. Our Next Mayor and a Health Problem THE NEXT and World's Fair mayor of Chicago will be Dr. Herman N. Bundesen, say the wise ones behind the front page. If the eminent coroner is nominated, we do hope the other party puts up Dr. W. A. Evans as his opponent. Then we will not only be sure to have a 18 TI4ECWICAGOAN physician for mayor, but some fun dur ing the campaign. Especially if that other ex-health commissioner, Dr. John Dill Robertson, could be persuaded to stage another third party race. This would give the required number of Three Doctors, ensuring a good show. We're still wondering, by the way, just how serious Dr. Evans was in his recent discussion of Vitamine C in the Tribune. The subject in special was the possible substitution of bananas for orange juice. Said the Doc: "One hundred fifty grams of banana a day will protect the teeth of a ten ounce guinea pig. A man weighing 150 pounds would require about 240 times as much banana as a ten ounce guinea pig. In sufficient quantity, banana is as good as orange juice." The theory is that a pint of orange juice a day keeps the dentist away; so we figured up what 240 times 150 grams were, changed it to the more familiar measure of pounds, and how much do you think a gentleman weigh ing 150 pounds has to eat every day in order to keep his teeth? Seventy-five pounds of bananas! We don't care who the next mayor of Chicago is, that strikes us as an awful lot of bananas. Furthermore, if you eat 75 pounds of bananas a day, you wouldn't have much time or room to eat anything else, would you? And you don't need teeth to eat bananas with, do you? Well, then. If you eat 75 pounds of bananas a day to keep your teeth, when you don't need teeth to eat bananas, what good does it do your w\ Rent-a-Duel ONE of our illusions about the old- fashioned duel has been slightly shattered. We thought when two ruffled cavaliers repaired at break of dawn to the cleared space behind the court house to defend a fair one's name with an exchange of pistol shots, there was no element of commercialism what ever in the picturesque moment. But it seems even duels had to be bought and paid for. Our neighbor, Winnifred Mason Huck ("Illinois' first congresswoman") , recently visited a century-old gunshop in New Orleans, where they told her the pistols used in such duels were rented at $5 a piece; a deposit cover ing the cost of the weapons being left with the merchant to ensure their re turn in twenty-four hours by which- Marion Strobel (Mrs. J. H. Mitch ell) has the Town by the eyes, as it were, with her newly published Sat urday Afternoon. ever gentleman survived the battle. The deposit was found necessary after one such survivor forgot to return the pistols for a couple of weeks. The merchant figured he had lost about a hundred dollars on this transaction, as had the weapons been returned, he could have rented them at least ten times during this period to other spir ited citizens of the town. Dueling, except among drama critics and columnists, who use typewriters instead of swords anyway, went out about fifty years ago; but for a mo ment we thought there was an idea in all this for modern city life. Our idea was to open a bomb library and rent bombs to gangsters at $5 a bomb, per day. But it has been pointed out to us since that a used bomb would be hard to rent a second time. Uncommon Clay ANEW problem of conduct came up in a Chicago hotel when the sculptor, Enrico Glickenstein, decided to use his rooms as a studio. The maid complained that picking up pieces of clay all over the floor after the model ling guest wasn't what she was hired for. The artist retorted it was nice, clean clay, and perfectly harmless as compared to the burning cigarets that some sojourners often drop on the hotel Contemporary Entertainers By IRMA SELZ NOTE: Current works of Miss Selz' gaily presented principals are discussed by the Books, Music, Stage and Screen critics in this issue. Jacques Gordon's farewell appear ance with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra left a bit of a lump in the throats of those present at the closing concert. carpets. The management finally de cided that Mr. Glickenstein had won the debate on points, and the clay now falls where it may in his palatial suite. While in Italy, where he has won several prizes for his sculptures, Glick' enstein did a statue of Mussolini. Nude, on horseback. After one look at it, reports Milton Fairman, the Ital ian Government hastily ordered a shirt put on the statue, and thus it stands today. Add Rackets rf'IIKE our old friend 'wuppee,' the L_ term 'racket' in its present sense was used, though less often, of course, in the early west," submits The Whip. "In proof I offer a stanza of the ballad of Sam Bass, who 'left his native home in Indiana and went to Texas for to be a cow boy.' The stanza is one of two or three describing Thomas Floyd, one of Sam's principal enemies: "Old Tom is a big six'footer And thin\s he's mighty fly, But I can tell his racket — He's a deadbeat on the sly. "Then, of course, the early western approximation of the modern five-and- ten was known as a racket store." We trust this clears up the matter. If it doesn't, the discussion may be continued in the latest addition to the pulp paper magazines. The previous three dozen detective-story periodicals not proving adequate to report later styles in crime, there are now four or five new magazines devoted to Racket- TI4ECI4ICAGOAN 19 Fanny Bryce heeds the captional advice of Be Yourself and sings a couple of songs so ivell you forget it's a very commonplace talkie. eering. We don't know who reads them. Presumably the Wickersham commission on law enforcement prob lems. QUERY We are what we are and Who is to blame That two hearts can never Beat the same: That I was made for Wind and storm And you for the fireside. Sheltered, warm; That the slant of a hill, the Roar of the sea — That these things should mean Much to me; That the peace of a house, a Cheerful wife Are all you'll ever As\ of life? Oh, who is to blame for That or this? Tou can hold me now with a Hungry \iss. Will there be a night when the Storm is rough — A night when love will not Be enough? FERRY ADAMS Literary Blow-Outs RING LARDNER'S fable of the famous author who had to stop writing when the capital I on his type- ^fcriter fell off explains why the first columnist, during his third day at the job, changed to "we" when speaking of himself. The recent breaking of the letter "r" on Mr. Ashton Stevens' Wemington, however, remains a mys- Libby Holmans' crooning of a dusky ditty near the close of The Little Show is easily the hot spot of downtozvn these warm May evenings. tery. We had our theory, but when our colleague then explained he was fo'ced to finish his day's wo'k with a southe'n accent, we giggled so hard we forgot it. It was the same letter, oddly enough, that got out of kilter on a Post lino type machine one time, with the quaint result that the front page had a story as to how a Tain had been Wecked by jumping off the Tacks: an event which led to quite a revival of baby talk around Town dinner tables. The Whispering Gallery THESE miniature golf courses that have sprung up in so many vacant lots belong to a thoughtful syndicate, and the gag comes from Florida. To meet a new problem of etiquette on the midget links, we suggest that golf ers fearing a cry of "Fore!" might seem affected may use the diminutive, "Forth!" ... For his Chicagoan ar ticle on the tea-going Tower Town literati, Robert Andrews got a pack age of razor blades from one of them as a hopeful tribute. . . . The typog rapher did a rather neat bit of work, by the way, in the last number of this happy magazine. Announcing a lec ture by Prof. T. V. Smith on "The World and the Philosopher," he put the World upside down and the Philos opher right side up. . . . June Provfnes' note about the north side restaurant whose menu had "Sa lacious Potato Salad" had the best half of it, but the item in full was "New Laid Hard Boiled Eggs with Our Very Best Salacious Potato Salad." . . . lone Quinby, Wacker Drive's little girl re porter, will have a Fall book about ladies who kill for love. As is . fair enough, of the seven women she dis cusses, six are famous Chicagoennes. . . . Night baseball as conducted by the Western League at Des Moines will be broadcast, we suggest by Mr. Hack Wilson. ... Hal O'Flaherty of the Kiews is spending quite a Celtic spring. He threw his typewriter into the river, deciding it would be more fun to write longhand like the old masters and the next day hit himself on the forehead with an ax. He claims the latter was an ax'dent. . . . Speaking of the power of the press and those who yap at dog races, Mich ael Straus recalls the time when the police decided to raid a marathon con test and then changed their minds. "But we have to go ahead with the raid," cried a lieutenant, "I've told the papers about it!" The situation was pretty awkward till somebody thought to get out an injunction forbidding them to stage the raid they did not want to stage. . . . Attorney Philip R.-* Davis was recently observed for two hours telling Thornton Wilder of San Luis Rey how he ought to write. The Scotch joke has been replaced by revivals of J. Hamilton Lewis anec dotes. . . . Visitors to a recent Won derful J^ight show were much im pressed by the revolving stage, which was old in Berlin in 1913. It would be news if they built four stages on the four sides of the auditorium and the audience revolved. . . . Gail Borden of the Times, says Philip Morris, lately got a letter from the Shuberts that wasn't signed F. D. but spelled New- York with a hyphen. . . . The Sunday H'Examiner had a story about a south side apartment building housing poets and artists whose landlord accepts paintings and verses in lieu of rent, but Jun Fujita, who lives there, in dignantly denies he has cashed in on his four-line poems about skeletons in this manner. Arthur Sheekman is still awed by Frederick Donaghey. Nervously offer ing to take that august ex-critic home in his car after a theatergoing, Mr. Sheekman was much embarrassed when the car, as soon as it was loaded with the stately Fred, utterly refused to 20 TI4ECUICAGOAN budge. . . . O. N. Taylor, the radio editor, raises a delicate (to us) ques tion by referring to Riq as the "ex- columnist and now pageist of The Chicagoan." What we do is not one, but many pages, and the nearest description to that in the dictionary is the word "pageant." Another way of figuring it would note that each of our pages consists of three columns; a total of several which might be termed a "colonnade" or "peristyle." But neither of these words indicate the il lustrations around which our items are so ingeniously, and to us often surpris ingly draped. Perhaps we are just one of those things that beggar descrip tion. . . . Return to the Palisades I have come bac\ for comfort, see\ing here Right's largess of still beauty that I \new Once on these autumn heights turned brown and sere When I climbed up for solacing — with you. The moon still flowers beyond the palisades Spreading its languid bloom against the night; Dropping li\e petals, light that flows and fades In silver waves on water out of sight. The city far below sings its bright song That, distance-stilled, comes drifting up to me. The ships go by, the turning tides are strong. Always a wind comes blowing in from sea. Up here — bare trees and the brown sweep of hill How argent. These were things you loved, and I Returning, find them waiting for you still — These and the cloudless rift of autumn sky- But there's no solace where I found delight, 7s[o healing in this beauty that I \new. For all alone I see\ this windy height. I have returned, my dear, but where are you? GAKHETT LAIDLAW ESKEW. The governor, the Senator and the Doorman GOVERNOR EMMERSON told this one at a recent Chicago Woman's Club dinner, says Kathleen McLaughlin. Some time ago, our chief executive was in Town stepping lively to keep a crowded schedule of engagements, as was Senator Otis Glenn. Mrs. Emmerson had been asked to dine at the Casino club by a lady who insisted the governor come too; but as the occasion was formal and the Governor's attire wasn't, and he had no time for a lightning change, he demurred. "Not quite emphatically enough for the lady, however," continues Miss McLaughlin's and the Governor's tale. "Senator Glenn reached Mr. Emmer- son's room just as the hostess telephoned again. Hastily explaining matters, His Excellency delegated the Sen ator to answer and tender his execuses. He soon discovered from the trend of the conversation that Glenn had been included in the invitation and was bent on accepting. Before it could be helped, he had committed them both. " 'Now Otis,' concluded the racon teur, 'is a fine man, but he was wear ing what down in our part of the country we call county fair clothes. I had on a double-breasted plug business suit of black. Otis was rigged out in a brilliant brown suit with an overcoat still more dazzling. Anyway we jumped into a cab and rushed over to the Casino club. Senator Glenn got out, and I had one foot on the running board when the doorman, who was much better dressed than either of us, stepped over and announced, "Pardon me, gentlemen. You've made a mis take. The cabaret is a block further down." ' " "Moanin* Low" DON TRUMP, who reads Calvin Coolidge in Cosmopolitan and us here, has reached the conclusion that editors use italic type for certain parts of their reading matter "on the theory that readers will feel that what is hard to read is also profound"; client Frank Rentfrow, who left Chicago a year or so ago to join the Marines and now edits The Leathemec\ in Washington, asked for a copy of us at a bookstore in that capital but was directed by the unesoteric clerk to the arsenal, on the theory that "if it is published in Chi cago, it must be a powder magazine"; a fraternity attending the Little Show one warm night lately took off its coats and hung them on the chandeliers; and the latest fad is a revival of jews-harp playing, these dainty little Victorian instruments now being available in most every neighborhood stationery store. Influence of WLS, apparently. As a jews-harp is even easier to carry than a ukelele, it is feared the epidemic may reach nation-wide proportions. Chicago Dines <lA Survey of ^JxCanners [continued from page 14] sometimes is the custom, even the rule. And you meet the little Frenchman, come from Paris so he may learn to be bright and smart and modern and Chi- I'cguy Hamblcton, anticipating Ernest By- ficld's ice parade Dinner Dance By PHILIP NESBITT NOTE: Mr. Nesbitt here depicts in essence the Lower Community Councils' gay dinner dance of Max 2, cxhiliratingly given at the smart Bal I dborin. A dark but diverting interlude TUECWICAGOAN cagoan. He is studious and precise. He looks down at his plate of chicken, fried a gorgeous brown. He sees his salad waiting. He picks up his knife and fork, attacks the chicken with a surgeon's coldly graceful care. He looks up, sees a woman watching him. She has a chicken leg gripped in her Latham Lukes and Angela Johnston in an impromptu *w: 1'red Stone, a little startled but no whit discouraged by his nickel-a-hair-limit moustache fingers, she has bitten off a healthy chunk, she chews and watches him and in her eyes is something just a little pitying. He puts down his knife and fork, picks up the chicken, tries his best to be Chicagoan. And something old and even rather beautiful goes from his lexicon of life. {CHALLENGE you to sit in any eating place and fail to see things like this repeated over and over in a dreary monotony. The trouble is that such bad taste is so universal that you would never notice all the gaucheries of table manners in Chicago, if you did not stop to look. And that may be the answer. No one^ in Chicago takes the time to look. The job of eating is something to be gotten through with in a hurry. There is a club sandwich and a malted milk on the marble bar; get through with them and you'll have ten minutes to spend standing on State street watching the new spring clothes. There is a steak before you with straw berry shortcake -to follow, but it's six blocks to the theater, why not get over there before the curtain lifts? You hurry, you assault your stomach with great bites of food. You let the matter of good manners slide. Who cares? Who cares if almost every woman in Chicago turns the table into a makeup shelf when she has fin ished eating — either in the finest res taurant on Michigan or in an orange shack on Broadway or a hamburger hut on Wilson avenue? Who cares if al most every man eats nosily, dives at his plate to save the extra labor of lifting his food six inches farther, puts out a cigaret by dipping it in the tapioca, dips his whole hand in his finger bowl? Who cares if girls who can write de grees after their names, who know the thing to wear, the thing to talk about, the thing to like, still do not know how to put down a napkin, how to put their knife and fork on the plate when they have finished? Who cares if hardly any hostesses here know where to put the knives and forks and spoons, at any formal dinner? Who cares if having tea on the Gold Coast requires the technique of a juggler, not the man ners of a gentleman? The answer is no one, my friend. No one. THE young lady in the bookshop said, "Yes, they filled my order; they got in a copy of Brillat-Sava- rin's Physiology of Taste, it's four doi- 21 lars; where did I put it? Oh, yes, here it is over here." It was on the cookbook shelf, and from this redolent terrain the little Frenchman's noble thoughts were lifted and the young lady said, "But it's such crazy junk. He says eating is an art. That's silly. You eat to keep alive." So I bought Brillat-Savarin and hur ried him out of there and I had dinner at the place where they wash their faces in the fingerbowls, where they talk with their forks, but next Sunday I am going to spend my dinner hour at the zoo watching them feed the lions and the leopards and maybe even the monkeys. Personalities In the Headlines Charles True Adams: Chicago at torney, author of Contract Bridge at Sight, son of Samuel Adams, Secretary of Interior under Taft, Yale alumnus and radio speaker on bridge. Admitted to bar and to firm of Adams, Hawley, Brown and Adams, continuing bridge as hobby and championing Contract in 1924; determined the card values in Contract and established standard of the game in Contract Bridge Standard' ized. Popularized the game with the Watson Armours, Potter Palmers and other prominent devotees. Father of Sammy and Julia, he spends leisure ex pounding bridge or Blackstone at his favorite clubs, the University and HYP. David W. Clarke: Vice-president Madison- Kedzie Bank, just turned ninety years, social and civic benefac tor and prominent authority on city's growth. First work on staff of Prairie Farmer, having come to Chicago at thirteen; fought on Lincoln's side in '61, returned to establish printing busi ness later destroyed in Chicago Fire. Politically, served as alderman in Tenth Ward, State Legislature two terms, staff aide of two governors, County Commissioner, West Park Commissioner, Clerk of Superior Court, presidential elector. He knew Lincoln and Grant intimately. At ninety, he rises daily at six, spends full day in office, retires at nine. Be lieves younger generation requires more work, considers prohibition worst affliction of present times but has taken no drink in forty-five years nor smoked in twenty-five. Declines to retire and "intends to die with boots on." 22 TWEGI4ICAG0AN SKHBD!^ TENNIS May 15, 16. 17 — Central Intercollegiate, Chicago Town and Tennis Club. May 26-30 — Cook County Interscholastic, University of Chicago. May 29-31 — The Big Ten or Western Conference, University of Chicago. June 9-14 — Chicago Tennis Association, Chicago Town and Tennis Club. June 23-28 — Illinois State Tournament, Chicago Town and Tennis Club. June 30-July 5 — Western Lawn Tennis Association. HORSE RACING May 1-28 — Exposition Park Jockey Club, Aurora, Illinois. May 10-July 5 — Fairmount Jockey Club, Fairmount Park, Collinsville, Illinois. May 26-June 28 — Washington Park Jockey Club, Washington Park, Home- wood, 111. June 30-Aug. 2 — American National Jockey Club, Arlington Park, Arlington Heights, Illinois. Aug. 4-Aug. 23— Chicago Business Men's Racing Association, Hawthorne, Chicago. Aug. 25-Sept. 27 — Lincoln Fields Jockey Club, Lincoln Fields, Crete, Illinois. GOLF July 8-11 — Chicago District Amateur at Calumet Country Club. July 10-12 — National Open at Interlachen, Minneapolis. July 14-19 — Women's Western Open at Acacia Country Club. July 21-26 — Western Amateur at Beverly Country Club. July 21-26 — Women's Western Junior at Evanston Golf Club. July 28-Aug. 2 — Women's Western Golf Association — Chicago District Tourna ment at Illinois Golf Club. Aug. 14-16 — Ten Thousand Dollar Open at St. Paul. Aug. 20-23 — Western Open at Detroit. HORSE SHOWS June 10-14 — Horse Show of the South Shore Country Club, Chicago, Illinois. June 20-21 — Horse Show at the Onwentsia Club, Lake Forest, Illinois. POWER BOATS AND SAIL BOATS June 15 — Outboard race from Milwaukee to Navy Pier, Chicago, and Speedboat regatta sponsored by the Chicago Daily Times. June 21 — Michigan City Race, Columbia Yacht Club. June 28 — Waukegan Race, Chicago Motor Yacht Club. June 28 — Hamilton Club Race, Chicago Yacht Club. July A — Milwaukee Race, Chicago Yacht Club. July 12-31 — East and West Shores cruise sponsored by Chicago Yacht Club. Aug. 30 — Waukegan Race, Chicago Motor Yacht Club. Sept. 1 — Regatta at Waukegan sponsored by Waukegan Yacht Club. AUTO-RACING May 30 — Decoration Day Auto Classic, Indianapolis Sweepstakes, Indianapolis. TRAP-SHOOTING May 29-June 1 — Illinois State Shoot sponsored by Lincoln Park Gun Club. June 26-29 — Western Handicap Shoot also sponsored by Lincoln Park Gun Club. TRACK AND FIELD EVENTS Aug. 16-17 — Chicago Police Field Days, also sponsoring track and field events of Central A.A.U. at Grant Park Stadium, Soldiers Field, Chicago. Aug. 27 — Americans vs. British Field Day sponsored by National A.A.U in which a picked field of American and British track stars will compete for in ternational honors to be held at Grant Park Stadium, Soldiers Field, Chicago. RODEO July 11-20 — Elaborate cow-punching and cattle exposition rodeo to be held in Grant Park Stadium, Soldiers Field. CASTING TOURNAMENTS May 30— Illinois Casting Club, Washington Park, Chicago, Illinois. July 4-5 — Illinois State Tournament— Chicago Fly Club — Garfield Park. Aug. 21-22-23 — National Tournament, Buffalo, New York. Sept. 7 — Lincoln Park Casting Club. * ^^^v TH-CCWICACOAN 23 MOTOR BOATING. ..the luxury of sport Whether you view a speeding cruiser from a yacht club dock, or enjoy the exhilaration of gliding, mile after mile, enroute to another anchorage, you can well appreciate that this is traveling with greatest luxury and freedom. Eyes, accustomed to close buildings and shadowy vistas, expand naturally and gaze restfully on blue skies and green-blue water. Each mile of bubbling wake unreels the thread of care you leave behind you. « 12 to 565 HORSE POWER » STERLING ENGINE COMPANY BUFFALO, N.Y., U.S.A. 40-foot, 34-mile Hydroplane built by Ditchburn Powered with Two 150 H. P. Sterling Petrel Engine* 24 TI4ECMICAGOAN S T A B L E P Y R^A M ID Follow the waterways for pleasure in the AIR The trim Savoia-Marchetti 2-3 place sport amphibian *• that cruises on the water, in the air, and on the land . . . and flies "stable-as-a-pyramid". For SAFETY**? Amphibians! 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There should be telegrams, but the wires are too busy transporting information concerning the divot digging achievements of the American boys and gals who are crowding a whole year's golf into one month of British climate. And so to work: GERMANY sends its Max Schill ing over to fight for the heavy weight championship of the world. Chicago sends its Marcus Kavanaugh over to lecture to the House of Parlia ment on Capital Punishment. It may be an even trade, at that. For the time being — and the type writer keys very nearly slipped out "as usual" — Chicago's sportive inter ests are strictly by remote control. True, the Nash Boys did find a three year old, entitled "High Foot," that contrived to make Derby previewing more interesting than has been the case since John Hertz, figuratively speaking, dismounted from a cab and took to horse. Reigh Counting heavily. And the Misses Virginia Van Wie, and Bernice Wall, of our neighbor hood, and the Mrs. Lee Mida did some thing in gal's golf overseas, though I don't recall just what. Otherwise the sportive seas here abouts are untroubled by any gusts from what was the Windy City until Los Angeles became climate conscious. THE American Walker Cup team, that was once graced by the pres ence of Charles ("Chick") Evans, finds no Chicago representation this year. In fact the nearest neighbor present is Minneapolis, whose favorite golfing son, Harrison Johnston, happens to be the reigning champion of all the coun try's amateurs. Since the decline and fall of Evans, no Chicago golfer save Johnny Dawson has forged to the front. And for the time being, the United States Golf Association is still endeavoring to determine whether Dawson is a golfer, or an amateur. Since American representation in the British Amateur championship is TI4ECUICAG0AN 25 i— *. 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OT over a counter, but in an exquisitely anointed boudoir, do you choose luxurious Carlin creations ! Opreads ol rare laces or cool summer chintz... chaise longue covers i> lme. Kecamier would have envied... light lovely blankets and their silken covers ...travel luxuries — all original... all oi that ilawless iinish which distinguishes each Carlin Comlort. In a visit to our Chicago Sho£> you will discover countless out-oi-tne-usual £iits for the trousseau, the traveler, the baby, tne convalescent . . . and attractively priced. V^arlin ^sonyorls. cJnc. 662 North Michigan Avenue at Erie Street ^fe-tw^^lw^^-5*^^ %#f - *£ practically restricted to the members of the Walker Cup team, by choice if not by necessity, naturally there are no Chicagoans in it. And I don't sup- pose Judge Kavanaugh will be able to desert the House of Parliament long enough to enter, though, obviously if he brought some of the Chicago ama' teurs over and started them in the British tournaments, he'd be able to make a case for Capital Punishment without a struggle. Before the invaders of Great Britain have returned, the British Open cham' pion ship will also have been decided — but no Chicagoan, not even Hizzoner, will have anything to say about that. For some reason, known only to them selves, the professionals of this coun' try have given the British Open the go-by this year. Walter Hagen, though winner of the title last year, and the year before that, notified all and sundry sometime ago that he wasn't making the trip this year. Gene Sarazen and Johnny Farrell, both former U. S. champions, passed up the event for a tour of the picture houses that still go in for those curious carni vals known as stage presentations. Al Espinosa, who finished second in last year's U. S. Open scramble, twenty-six lengths behind Bobby Jones, is going to enjoy the British Open in the news columns of the daily press. However, Jones is in England and it really doesn't matter much whether anyone else is. Bobby has been on his game early enough this year to cause that conservative of the conservatives, Grantland Rice, to make a radio utter ance that the Atlantan might win the four major golfing titles, the same be ing the British Open, the British Ama teur, the U. S. Open, and the U. S. Amateur. That, one might as well admit, is taking in territory, even for radio purposes. Jones, as must be known by this time, has never won the British Ama teur. Winning the other three has long since lost its novelty for him. He carries more weight, on his present in vasion of Great Britain, than ever be fore. For one thing, he is committed to reporting the progress of play in the important golfing performances. Since the U. S. G. A. frowns upon, aye, snarls at the ghost writer, Bobby must needs take pencil in hand and do his own literary chore. IN the last year or two, Bobby has turned out much golf copy that was both interesting and instructive. Cov- TI4ECI4ICAGOAN 27 ering a championship with the cables waiting is something else again, and it may cramp his style. Some years ago, when he first began to commit literature, Bobby essayed the covering of a championship in this country. He was true to the golf writ ing type, if not to the typewriter, for all his copy was scrawled in pencil. As one of his neighbors in the press tent on that occasion, I am ready to go on the stand and swear that not the playoff with Bobby Cruickshank, the one with Espinosa, nor yet the one with Farrell, caused one half as much perspiration to trickle down the Jones' brow as did the preparation of those few hundred words, with the dead-line calling. This, it seems to me, is justice. For why shouldn't Bobby Jones sweat as much over his writing as writers sweat over their golf? NEWSPRINT WE have been requsted to make it known that, in accordance with the practice set up a few years back when Jimmey Mulroy solved the Bobby Franks murder case by digging up a pair of spectacles from a culvert, the annual Pulitzer prize for the best piece of constructive reportorial work will be awarded during this present year of grace. We commend this announcement to our brethern. Particular attention is directed to the use of that word constructive. To con struct means to put together and set up; to build or to arrange. Now, inasmuch as this observer is ineligible for participation in any such reportorial contest, we feel free — even called upon — to venture certain sug gestions as to how this much-sought- IS3^W In .th ere is new beauty tor you PERHAPS you remember this lovely old house which, stands at number 34, Avenue George V. Dorothy Gray has recently taken the entire house and has established the newest of the Dorothy Gray salons in its spacious rooms. Here you will find restful, inviting treat ment rooms arranged lor your comlort. lou •will he attended by skilled operators, who are expert in the scientific Dorothy Gray method. After a refreshing Dorothy Gray treatment you will look your very loveliest, and thus enjoy Paris the more! Before you do another thing in Paris, have a Dorothy Gray treatment. The salon is most conveniently located. You come up the Champs Elysees toward the Arc de Triomphe, and turn left on Avenue George V. And there, at number 34, is the Dorothy Gray salon. DOROTHY CRAY Telephone WHItehall 5421 900 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago 28 TI4E 041 CAGOAN Indian-detours The most distinctive motor cruise service in the world THE DE LUXE WAY- by CadHJac Harveycar-of visiting hidden primitive Spanish Missions, color ful Indian pueblos, prehistoric cliff- dwellings set in the matchless scenery and climate of the Southern Rockies. Service is the equivalent of motoring with the finest of private facilities. Specially equipped Cadillac Cruisers are used. Driver-mechanicians are Harvey trained, and a private courier accompanies each party. This new service begins May 15. The Frijoles-Puye Indian-detour TWO DAYS FORTY DOLLARS Old Santa Fe with nishts at unique La Fonda. Primitive Mexican settlements in Pojoaque Valley, Santa Clara and San lldefonso Indian pueblos. Frijoles Can yon and cliff-dwelling ruins of Puye. The Taos Indian-detour THREE DAYS SIXTY-FIVE DOLLARS The Frijoles-Puye Indian-detour in full, with luncheon at Puye on second day — thence to Taos Indian pueblo, overnight at famous Taos town, and the Rio Grande gorge on the return. There are a score of other Indian -detours, for merly known as Harveycar Motor Cruises, to every out-of-the-way corner of New Mexico and Arizona. The individual rate includes every expense en route - motor transportation by Harveycar, cou rier service, meals, hotel accommodations with bath. A DAY IN OLD SANTA Fr!-$12.50 24-hours, train to train, Tesuque Indian pueblo and 60 miles by Har- veycoach. Eastbound or Westbound, these new Indian- detours will commence and end at Lamy# New Mexico, on your Santa Fe way to California. CLIP and MAIL Coupon Name_ HARVEYCAR INDIAN-DETOURS 1263-A Santa Fe, New Mexico Please send free copy of Indian-detours booklet and map. Address . after distinction may be brought again. to Chicago. FOR instance, imagine what a wow of a yarn it would make if Customs' Collector Czranecki, erstwhile Victor Lawsonite, could be taught to speak intelligibly over the radio; or if the Commerce Association could be per- suaded to make public list of civic pa- triots whose taxes have been reduced by distribution to the right people of potent ba\shish or if Samuel Insull would tell the story of what he said to the Pope and what the Pope said to him; or if somebody could discover what's become of the fellows who used to manufacture carpet-tacks; or if a way could be found to get some news- papermen to join The Press Club; or if it could be established that the per' sonnel of Colonel Isham Randolph's "Secret Committee of Six" is made up of Edith Rockefeller McCormick, Mike Faherty, Cardinal Mundelein, Three Fingered Jack White, Martha Norelius and the Butler Brothers; or if Duffy Cornell were to print one of Hearst's letters in six-point type on page twelve; or if our sport writers would suddenly turn civic and boost the West Side Stadium; or if the Better Business Bu reau were actually to do something to make business better; or if the Regional Planning Commission would defer a bit of planning and go in for a bit of paving; or if John Hertz could be persuaded to enter Reigh Count in a race in Chicago; or if Pat Barnes were to leave the Trib flat and go in for the talkies; or if Big Bill Builder were to tell the real story back of Lawyer Strawn's collection for the city pay rolls. ALL these, of course, are merely k suggestive and are here put down in the hope that some of our ambitious reportorial geniuses will get to work. The money involved, it goes without saying, is not of much consequence, in asmuch as most Chicago reporters of our acquaintance care little for any thing like $5,000. But look at the fame, honor and distinction such an award will bring to the lucky man! The one word of advice we venture is this: Don't get discouraged. Strange things have happened before this and you might win. Just keep plugging away with your powder dry and when, on occasions, you may be tempted to tell the boss to go to hell — don't do it. Remember that there are 16,793 re porters in Chicago out of work, each TWECMICAGOAN 29 ambitious as you are to land somewhere and qualify as an eligible for this Pulitzer business. Incidentally, when the boss does bawl you out, be patient with him. You can't always tell what's on his mind. With City Editors, as with some others, things are not always what they seem. For instance : You might be disposed to think that all that concerns the staff at the Trib these days has to do with a lot of bad logic about Birth Control, or how the paper can squirm out of supporting Ham Lewis. The fact is that there are other and weightier mat ters in hand that demand the attention of all executives at the Trib shop. There is, for instance, the genius, or geniuses, from Germany, experiment ing with some sort of a scheme to do away entirely with all stereotyping, all etching, and to speed up terrifically the press work. In the production depart ment, that which, under present ar rangements, takes a half hour and costs several hundred dollars to do, will be done, under this new German set-up, in four minutes for one hundred dol lars. Not bad, eh? All of which moves us to question the rumor prevalent to the effect that with a view to economy of operation the Post has no editorial staff. We think this is a gross exaggeration of the fact. There is a staff at work over on Wacker Drive — at least these two fellows work on Wacker Drive when they can find the time away from their various press agent jobs to get down to it. But there is a staff. Also, ac cording to recently published an nouncements, there is a new publisher at the Post. Carroll, son of John C. Schafer now stands up and out in de fense of all that is good, holy and cul tural in these parts. Speaking of press agents reminds us to suggest that the Herald- Examiner is sadly in need of a new cause to promote by way of that stream-line head on page one of part two on Mon day mornings. First it was the World's Fair, who told us how to con tribute five dollars to Peabody's cam paign fund by way of this particular blare; of recent months it is the stuff which is signed with the name of the President of the Association of Com merce, Pollyanna-like stories telling all about the greatness of Chicago. 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No doubt you've heard, too, that it is (a) better than the stage production and (b) not so good as the stage produc tion. All that you've heard is correct — it is so manifestly the next picture for you to see that I shall waste no words in urging you — but you have not heard all. Nor shall you, I think, for many years; because Journey's End is the first sad note of a lingering but very definite Taps over the remains of Father Stage. (Don't cheer, boys. . . .) Is that good news, or bad? Would you rather witness Colin Clive's performance in James Whale's production of R. C. Sherriff's play on stage or screen? Do you know? Unless you have witnessed both, 1 doubt that you do. But after you have witnessed both, and certainly after you have witnessed a few of the likewise directly parallel productions that are bound to follow this one, there can be no doubt of your choice. The screen is simply the better medium of expres sion; it will supplant the other. Journey's End is, it may as well be divulged, merely another of those hap pily fruitful accidents that highlight Hollywood history. The stage com pany was playing Los Angeles, visited a studio, talked of filming the play, made a modest arrangement and began. The studio staff, under little expense on Journey's End, gave attention to costlier pictures in making and left Director Whale to his own devices. Thus taste got a break, skill was sub stituted for extravagance, art for Tech nicolor and a chorus of ten thousand girls, and five years of normal cinema evolution was achieved in a month. The gods are sometimes good. The result is decisive. From what ever seat you may occupy at the Gar- rick, you have a better view of Mr. Clive's features than you had from wherever you sat in attendance upon the stage play. You hear more clearly — not because more loudly spoken, but because the human is silent when watching a picture, and because the cannonading that dulled the stage speeches isn't a thing that comes through the talkie apparatus — every word uttered. You see, whenever you attend, every player at his best — thanks to the lowly re-take — no matter what his dinner may have been on that evening or how the market broke for him that day. And when Osborne and Raleigh go out to raid the enemy trench you go along. So much for the mechanics of the thing. The dialogue is that of the stage production, that of the play wright. The reproduction happens to be excellent, as all reproduction will be. Things the stage play had that the screen play has not are the corpo real presence of the players, the limi tation of the proscenium, wings and backdrop, the union musicians scuttling in and out of the orchestra pit and the unprintable epithets stuck into the dia- logue to force the ticket sale. I think none of these are essential to the proper presentation of a dramatic composition, but in case they turn out to be indis- pensible the micro-camera will repro duce them with the usual improve ments. Yet I am not glad that the stage is done for. It's a grand old institu tion, or was before it got so dirty, and it ought to be continued. If it passes completely, publishers may compel their cinema critics to wear trick suits, write overstuffed paragraphs and con duct themselves with all the terrible solemnity of the stage critic of today. And I'd have to quit, just when the job's getting good. Seven Other Pictures BUT Journey's End was not the only picture of the fortnight; it only seems so because, seen last, it all but obliterated memory of the other seven. However — Happy Days is the worst fraud in recent years. Advertised as a Gaynor- Farrell picture, it turned out to be one of those Who's- Who-in-Hollywood things with most of the Whos singing or dancing and with Will Rogers advertising Beechnut (a vendor of sam ples catches you as you leave the thea ter). The Gaynor-Farrell participa- TWECWICAGOAN 31 tion consists in singing one song and if you go to hear it don't blame me. Be Yourself affords Fanny Brice op portunity to sing seven or eight songs, not counting the one eliminated from the Chicago print, and she sings them as only she does. One, about cooking breakfast, is due to hit. Otherwise, it's a funny picture about a fighter with faint heart. Women Love Brutes is a cross be tween George Bancroft's usual gang ster stuff and Frednc March's domes tic drama. They don't cross very well, but both parts are well done, making a couple of pretty fair pictures tied together for no reason. The Rogue Song as sung by Lawr ence Tibbett shows, too late, the folly of casting Dennis King in The Vaga bond King. Tibbett is the singer, but King had the picture. Yet, if you like song, The Rogue Song is one of the best. Captain of the Guard sets out to tell how La Marsellaise came to be writ ten but almost never does. John Boles and Laura LaPlante sing aimlessly, pointlessly and to no good end. Mamba is the first all-Technicolor all-talking picture and if you're a col lector of such things it's one of them. But there's nothing in it save another of Jean Hersholt's perfect perform ances, wasted as most of them for no discernible reason are. Young Eagles are young fliers in the world war, one American and the other German, who exchange aerial cour tesies impeccably and let the ships fall where they may. Buddy Rogers is in it and some of the flying is pretty good, but if they keep on making war a field day for romance it won't be long now. The Unwritten Law is a. very short English-made talking picture that you may come upon here or there, unad- vertised. Don't walk out on it. To See Or Not to See JOURNEY'S END: The best picture ever made. [See it, if you see no other pic ture this year.] HAPPY DAYS: A mis-advertised concoction of songs and dances by people who aren't interested. [Miss it for cause.] BE yourself: Fanny Brice follows the captional instruction and when Fanny's herself the show's worth the money. [Go.] WOMEN LOVE BRUTES: George Bancroft's first bad picture in a long, long time. [Pardon him.] CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD: More singing, more scenery, nothing more. [No.] MAMBA: Jean Hersholt wastes another perfect performance on another impossi ble picture. [Don't waste your time.] ^ '¦'" ^y here s a new cnarm "to "tea time i n COLONIAL HOOM 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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Complete instructions given. Modern Backgammon Company, Inc. 720 North Michigan Avenue Whitehall 6010 TI4ECUICAG0AN 33 of the craziest, goofiest farce on record this season. Entitled Mebbe, it did a stretch at the Erlanger, went to Detroit for a week and comes back to the Studebaker for a return engagement. The reappearance is due to the popu larity of that unique female, Charlotte Greenwood, — a natural comic, expres sive of arm and leg, grotesque in awkwardness and likable in her earthy, Rabelaisian humors. A scream in any kind of a vehicle, Miss Greenwood handicaps herself with material such as Mebbe, a maud lin roughhouse for which are scavenged the leavings of many a Star and Gar ter burlesque. It has to do with a legal stenographer who impersonates a fictitious partner of her employer and finds her boss and herself opposing counsel in a breach of promise suit. Her contempt of court knows no bounds. She gets the judge drunk, tweaks the whiskers of the foreman of the jury and playfully slaps her client on his fanny. Anomalous among the raving nuts of the cast, Bryant Washburn, once the local silver-screener of Essanay, plays the lawyer for straight comedy. Not the equal of Herbert Rawlinson as flapper bait, he still has enough wavy hair and cleft chin to draw them in at the gate. And he is a very decent ac tor. Only the most elementary grimacing is demanded of the others. They supply the necessary with native- son gusto. Mebbe may be classified as a slap- thigh comedy. Comparison in Greatness IF it is possible to throw the searching light of criticism on the rampant talkie versus stage argument, the op portunity should be here. The tepid enthusiasm of George Jean Nathan to the contrary, contemporary Hazlitts seem agreed that Journey 's End is great drama. Certainly its instantaneous and world-wide success is unprecedent ed. Now we observe an equal una nimity of judgment on the talkie version of the same play. Never has such a shower of critical perfume been sprayed over a film, silent or audible. Already such wise heads as Burns Mantle have mounted the rostrum to pro-and-con. My colleague, Professor Weaver, Ph.D. (Doctor of Philmdom) has suggested a battle of typewriters and propounds in another column wherein the talkie version excels. With all due deference to the greatest pic- <>' o/e AS % '<?</ e. HI y %c/v> V QcS %«* Rock Kiin e^o/ .......j TUE 04 1 CAGOAN YOU ARE CORDIALLY IN* VITED TO VIEW OUR COLLECTION OF CONSERV ATIVELY PRICED GOWNS AND ENSEMBLES FOPv THE SUMMER SEASON. DISTINC TIVE PRINTS AND NEW FABRICS FOR SPORTS, STREET AND EVENING. LEWIS INC, 700 N. Michigan Avenue Chicago ture I have ever seen, permit me to unlimber a few guns in defense of the old traditions. The screen can never give the same sense of personal identification with situation that is possible on the stage. There the unchanging confinement of that dirty, but snug dugout invites some part of your soul to live in it for the three hours you are in the theater. Its pathetic hominess shelters your torn emotions, while fostering the ominous brooding of impending doom. The natural flow of life within those nar row walls draws one into the fellow ship of those gallant gentlemen. The fidgety film — shooting scenes from all angles, jumping from speaker to speaker, from close-up to panorama — obtrudes on the intimacy and unity of the setting. Diffusion breaks the dramatic force of such highly emo tional moments as the scene between Stanhope and the coward Hibbert. The intense quietude of the conversa tion between Raleigh and Osborne prior to the raid suffers when the lens changes prospective. No advocate for traditional stage presentation can deny the effectiveness of the camera's greater range of vision. Four walls can not encompass a battle field. The picture of Journey's End makes one radical departure from the original script — the showing of the fa mous raid on the German trenches dur ing which Osborne is killed. The power of the scene is undeniable. It leaves one breathless. Yet one may argue whether this literal detail adds anything to the drama. An imagina tive mind may find greater dramatic tension in the agonizing moments of waiting in the dugout and wondering what is happening up there. After all, the play is great in psychological de velopment of character. The war and its battles serve only as a motivating force, molding or breaking the partici pants. On the stage such episodic ac tion would detract from the lean, stark unity of the story. The cinema version runs a shorter time and the battle scenes afford thrilling, if unnecessary, melodramatic embellishment. An indifferent seeker after enter tainment may see little to choose be tween the flesh-and-blood actor and his reproduced image. Seasoned playgoers find half the charm of the theater in the human element. The player is not an automaton, but a person doing a job, well or badly as the case may be. Every performance is a new test; every fresh audience a challenge. The wig ome movies 11 jmd all ine tngredienis Jor I heir making ana show ing here. C ompleie lines oj EASTMAN C me - i /Kodak BELL & HOWELL C TllUlO DE VRY cJofrnlar L aniera at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON LECTRIC S 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO EDISON £1 HOPO The one absolutely certain guarantee of the best theatre seats on the best theatrical aisles is the order of those seats through Couthoui Branches at all Leading Hotels and Clubs TMtCMICAGOAN 35 may slip off, a stumble mar an en trance, or some sudden inspiration create a performance of surpassing ex cellence. The expectant thrill of these chances is lost in attending a talkie. Mechanical reproduction must in evitably result in a dead level of rela tive perfection. Otherwise, the scene is retaken. Those who love the thea ter, love its frailties as well as its per fections. Loyalty to the stage detracts not one whit from Journey's End as a picture of outstanding merit. One can have seen the play once, twice or thrice and still find the screen version packs a tremendous wallop. <tA II- American IN the interest of starting another argument, I submit an Ail-Ameri can cast for Journey's End, picked from the New York, Chicago and Hollywood companies. Captain Stanhope Colin Clive (Hollywood) Lieut. Osborne Reginald Mason (Chicago) 2nd Lieut. Raleigh Derek Williams (New York) 2nd Lieut. Hibbert Leslie Barrie (Chicago) 2nd Lieut. Trotter Billy Bevan (Hollywood) Private Mason Charles Gerrard (Hollywood) Captain Hardy John Williams (Chicago) The Colonel Lionel Pape (Chicago) German Soldier Warner Klinger (Hollywood) Whereupon New Yorkers will ac cuse me of rank provincialism. From Freiburg im Breisgau ORDINARY critical discussion of The Passion Play seems as in harmonious as applause would be at the presentation. The unfolding of the story of Christ demands reverence, an emotion not consistent with objective appraisal. Yet even such a high ven ture in spiritual realms should be re ported when offered to the public in theatrical guise. The Freiburg Passion Play is said to have antedated the better known per formance at Oberammergau, and four generations of the Fassnacht family to have devoted their lives to the por trayal of the leading characters. Two branches of this family are simultane ously heading companies playing in this country. The present group have gone [continued on page 37] Cleopatra and the Blindfold Test U TUST the right temperature forbath- J ing," said Cleopatra, as she dipped her queenly hands into the last bowl. "What with looking after the house and managing several thousand slaves, it's a problem just how to freshen up a bit for Tony's visits in the evening." "How can I always get hot water when I want it?" "With an automatic gas heater," was the instant reply, whereupon the Queen dropped her royal dignity and danced a hornpipe she had learned when she was the leading figure in the famous stowa way case of "Caesar vs. Cleopatra." "Install one at once," she exclaimed and called for papyrus and stylus. When the writing implements had been brought to her she signed on the dotted line and issued a proclamation freeing five hun dred Ethiopians whose duty had been the drawing and heating of water for the Queen's household. THE PEOPLES GAS LIGHT AND COKE COMPANY Command like Cleoftatra A YEAR 'ROUND LOW- COST HOT WATER COM FORT AND CONVENIENCE ^CUICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street 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) _ TME CHICAGOAN MUSIC Remains the Fashion When grand Victorias drove ladies and their gallants down the Boule vard to old Orchestra Hall, no one dared dream that some day we should sell fine Radios to bring such music to them. ea iy Musical Notes A Wonderful Night or Two Bv ROBERT POLLAK WHAT with the pleasant epi demic of light opera this musi cal reporter has been shuffling from play-house to play-house, accompanied by the shades of the Aborns, Savages and Bostonians, cackling gaily at senile jokes and beating time with an ancient foot to some of the best tunes ever written. It is true that the critics of the drama have written fulsome praise of the local contagion. But it is nevertheless within the province of this department to give gleeful considera tion to the melodies of Planquette, Lehar and Johann Strauss. Let us first of all be Civic. The light opera company on Wacker Drive, with its production of The Chimes of "Hprmandy, begins to assume a com plexion that we trust will be perma nent. Fortunately it had much more to work on during the second fort night of its run. Planquette's score, celebrating the fifty-third year of its existence, remains delightful and fresh. It steps along at a gay pace and it is interrupted, especially in the second act, by choral writing that even Mr. Arthur Sullivan would have been proud to turn out. If the Frenchman seems a bit written out in the third act it could only have been because he ex pended so much talent on masterly choruses like. The Hiring Fair and solos like On Billow Roc\ing. The book, while far from a master piece of wit and sentiment, is at least fifty flights higher than the faded non sense of The Bohemian Girl. It is a harmless compendium of cocottes, castle ghosts, uncanny bells and missing strangers; and an occasional lyric at tains to the Gilbertian standard. Hilda Burke, as a melancholy Ger- maine, furnished some extraordinarily good singing. Pavloska attended ably to the role of the good-for-nothing Serpolette. A last minute recruit called in to take the place of Barre Hill, one Henry Thompson, brought down the house with his cloak-and- sword voice and manner. And Chaun- cey Parsons, as the doltish Grenicheux, warbled expertly his portion. The Civic Light Opera chorus still strikes us as a miracle. Its girls are winsome, its young men sturdy. It is as vocally effective as if this group of choristers had been singing and acting together four or five years. Credit for such an achievement undoubtedly be longs to St. Leger who, incidentally, presided with his usual excellence. Anent the direction we are still in doubt. The real test will come with The Gondoliers and The Yeoman of the Guard. The stage business in front of a drop during the first act was as funny as the proverbial crutch. Her bert Gould, as Gaspard the miser, con tributed fifteen minutes or so of ex' ccssive soliliquy. There is not, low be it spoken, a thoroughly convincing ac tor in the troupe. And it takes a very convincing one to be funny in light opera. The sets of Dove were characterized, as usual, by an abundance of phoney foliage. 'Bigger and Better Walt%es THE Merry Widow, at the Majes- tic, held out as long as it could against the hot weather. It was chief ly notable for that winsome score of Lehar, who still writes on, year after year, a true and noble descendant of the great Johann. In the role of Sonia, Beppie de Vries, a beautiful lady with an excellent light opera voice. As Danilo, its American original, Donald Brian, who created the role while I was learning to say da-da. His hair is raven black and his histrionics collegiate. A gentleman named Craig Campbell goes down in the record as the worst actor of the century. At the Grand Opera House a slick adaptation of Strauss' Die Fledermaus called A Wonderful Hight. This show has everything and if it is still humming along when our magazine hits the stands, drop your knitting and run for it. With the most regal of the Waltz King's tunes, a merry and a wicked libretto,and as grand a light opera cast as the Brer Shubert could assemble, it qualifies as the best enter tainment in the town. Among the principals are the queenly Gladys Bax ter, Bartlett Simmons, and a marvelous soubrette named Mary McCoy. Harry Welsh, a burlesque veteran, does an unforgettable drunk in the last act. TI4E CHICAGOAN 37 <^Auf Wiedersehen THE curtain went down at Orches tra Hall to the vivid picturization of Resphigi's Pines of Rome. The nightingale squawked via the gramo phone amidst the nocturnal shimmer- ings of a Roman garden. The phan tom soldiers of the empire plodded doggedly up the Appian Way to the strident blast of the buccina. With a final crashing cadence Mr. Stock concluded his local labors. It was hardly an evening for re joicing. Jacques Gordon and Joseph Vieland, who goes with him to play in the new quartet, made their adieu in a Mozart andante. It will be diffi cult to replace either of them. The Stage I" CONTINUED FROM PAGE 35] beyond their forebears in the difficult task of learning English for the present tour. The wisdom of this may be doubted. Your reviewer found him self constantly straining to understand the speech of our visitors, and wishing the words of the whole pageant might be spoken in their native German. It is impossible to do The Passion Play justice as drama in the accepted sense of the word. Only in one or two scenes is there the driving develop ment of dramatic conflict. For the most part the pace of the evening is as deliberate and measured as a church service. The curtain did not fall on the first act for two hours and a half, which is too long to keep the average playgoer in his chair. But as pageantry the effort is mag nificently worth while. A series of beautiful pictures is projected on a stage undulating with the flow of love ly costumes in pastel shades, broken by the smooth sheen of the Pharisees' silks and the bright metal of soldiers' uni forms. The Last Supper is disclosed with faithfulness to the Da Vinci tradi tion, except that the disciples are rather more closely grouped on the in ner stage. The scene of Herod's court is effective in decoration, but is marred by a third rate dance in the Salome manner. The suggestion of sybaritism is sufficient without this vaudeville in terlude. The Crucifixion, with the storm breaking, combines an uncom promising realism with high spiritual quality. The acting does not measure up to accepted professional standards. The Fassnachts, handicapped by linguistic difficulties, fail to achieve the eminence INDIVIDUALITY Have Your Hair Cut, Perma nent Wave, Hair Dye or Facial —the kind that individualizes YOU a-n-d does not flatten the purse. "Privacy That Pleases" "rotm hairdresser" \| ' Pittsfield Bldg. 55 E. WASHINGTON FRANKLIN 9801 [U^UI6UXJUUOUJ0f I Suite 43 1 which one might be led to expect. Georg Fassnacht Jr. is the Christus. Not an ascetic type in face or figure, his humility of bearing and exaltation of expression sufficiently convey the il lusion. His father, cast as Judas, has moments of dramatic force, especially when he soliloquizes in German. His English is almost incomprehensible. Two of the Fassnacht women have lit tle opportunity to be impressive as Mary Magdalene and the Virgin Mary. Several of the Americans in the com pany give competent performances. THE CHICAGOAN N^ / S* <? ^ ¦y Gowns Wraps Sportswear Accessories Corsettes Sixteen-Fifteen Sherman Avenue Evanston, Illinois ANNABELL CHUD Spring Showing of New Foundation Corsettes at Sheridan Smart Shop 4630 Sheridan Road PITTSFIELD KOTUNDA 33 N. Wabash Ave. Dearborn 5965 WEDDING SUGGESTIONS in Black and White High Ball Tumblers at Ten dollars the dozen Hand Engraved Monogram 24 Hour Service 711 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE. 1454 EAST FIFTY THIRD ST. Shops About Town First Notes in the Bridal March By THE CHICAGOENNE OF course any girl with forethought has by this time a hefty chestful of monogrammed linens and a raft of trousseau finery but the girls who haven't so much vision, or who are marrying all of a sudden, or who feel the urge to add some unexpected and exciting items are still wandering about in a magic daze these weeks. If such there be gather around and see some of the unusual items mother has picked up for you. At the Carlin Comfort Shop on North Michigan they have any num ber of really new ideas. Everyone knows about their exquisite comforters and blankets and spreads and pillows but that isn't all. The bride who wants to be too decorative for words must be sure to indulge in a chaise longue spread and pillow which the Carlin people do to perfection. They are here in very French and elaborate styles or in lovely colors in moire; one which particularly wrung my heart was in a soft, soft green lined in a sort of peachy shade and hemstitched in squares all across so that the peach gleamed delicately through the rows of hemstitching. Their boudoir acces sories are lovely — pillows covered in antique lace, lace-covered dressing table boxes, or delicately lacquered boxes for the more tailored bride, a splendid col lection of fine French miniatures and decorative and practical closet fixings about which we have much to say anon. Another thing to which they devote much attention is comfortable travel ing. The Carlin travel sets are dainty and useful withal. Bags of different sizes with zipper fastenings to keep out every speck of dust are wonderful to keep things in order in your bags. These come in moire or delicate laces and silks, though I like the serviceable dark brown or green moire piped in peach or coral best. (If you think fast you can have the bags monogrammed too.) A real discovery is the Carlin Pullman bag — a moire bag into which you can hang all the clothes you are using on, say a cross-country train trip, zip up the fastening and keep them fresh and unwrinkled through any heat and soot. It has pockets for all sorts of accessories and can be hung up nice' ly in any Pullman compartment or drawing room. One of the nicest trav eling outfits I have seen anywhere is a pajama suit in a peacock blue shantung they show here with a robe of dark brown moire — a very distinctive set and colorful without being too fussy and delicate for traveling. NORTH siders and suburbanites are fortunate in one of the most charming shops I have seen anywhere. Ellesmere, Ltd., at 1636 Chicago Ave nue in Evanston, is a completely dif' ferent place without being one of those would-be novel "shoppes" which make me sec red. First of all it's in a lovely old house instead of a store, set back from the street with a gaily waving bank of sweet alyssum to welcome you to the old door and unusual hanging brass bell. The interior is just as re freshing with quiet comfortable rooms in which you can loaf happily and serenely. (Do look at all the charming curtains. They are an adventure in decorating as the shop is an adventure in merchandising.) The Ellesmere offerings are in ex quisite taste and all a bit unusual down to the very price tag which startles you because it is so amazingly reason able. The collection of negligees and hostess gowns and tea gowns here is lovely, — fluffy lacy ones and exquisite ly simple ones which depend on line and color for their effect. Look at the hostess gown in pink and coral with the coral forming a deep V in back and a graceful train fluttering away from the hips while wide banded sleeves float from the elbows. There are all sorts of enchanting touches to add to your trousseau — hand-made nightgowns, one heavenly white with fine Alencon in serts and girlishly tied in bows at the shoulders, prim little flowered gowns, crisp blue and white checked silk gowns with white ties, and rich fitted satins and laces; bright printed pa jamas; hand-blocked beach suits in smart designs and unusual colors; stunning bags and gloves; umbrellas and costume jewelry; and very very chic French sweaters with berets to match. THE CHICAGOAN 39 Another happy hunting ground for brides is the lingerie section in Saks- Fifth Avenue. Here they are doing just as many new things in fashioning underwear as the coutouriers are in fashioning clothes. The nightgowns all seem different this season — svelte and gracefully fitted and extremely youthful and buoyant. Those with belts have them tied back from the sides and not all around, to give a more fitted appearance; those without are fitted in princesse lines or subtly gored instead of hanging straight and baggy as of yore. One of the important pieces in many magnificent trousseaux about town is the reproduction of Princess Marie Jose's bridal gown. This has lace inserts in a sort of bolero effect and an almost indescribably graceful line. Others to look for if you want to be a really original person are the slinky Vionnet ensemble of gown and coat; the dainty princess gown with ridiculous tiny puffed sleeves of lace; the ensemble of chemise, pajamas and gown, with godets of chiffon to flutter airily from the satin; the tailored crepe with jaunty collar and tie and the smart new appliqued satin trimming; the peacock blue satin embroidered in tiny pink flowers; the ninon gowns printed all over in crisp little old- fashioned posies; and the double chif fon gowns printed in large splashy flowers of delicate pastel shades. Slips are a necessity again and are shown at Saks in three lengths, the street, after noon and evening slip. These too are fitted charmingly to give you a beauti ful unbroken line and Saks have de signed one "conformable" slip which really fits into the lines of almost any figure comfortably and smoothly whether you are a perfect thirty-two or forty-two or whether you bulge at the wrong spots and shrink in others. (The next issue of The Chicagoan will carry more notes for brides and a host of suggestions for wedding gifts.) W ftp- cwicaoo JI-' AVENUE fVANSTON-IUJNOIS The Treasure House of Smart and Unusual Feminine Accessories for Trousseaux Surprise Open a flat tin of fifty Lucky Strikes and you'll meet the most amusing little somebody you've seen in many a day. It's one of the Happy-go- Luckies... those new place cards that are cor nering the conversation at so many smart dinners these days. Everyone's amused at the way the cigarettes and matches actually fit into the cards and form part of the picture. New York's sophisticated hostesses have dis covered them. Have you? 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FIFTY-FIFTH STREET ' ?!&?* ; \P* AT THE LAKE Jp^l^- feiio%^ Telephone >:¦.'.* $&?®b^ Plaza WOO Casa de Alex Exquisite Food Dreamy Music Dancing Amidst the Romantic Atmosphere of Old Spain 58 East Delaware Sup. 9697 ^¦A.A .A— Go Chicago Beyond the Border By LUCIA LEWIS BEING the sort of no-account sportswoman who likes to drowse on the river bank while the sturdy Waltons battle the rapids in quest of fish for dinner, I am hardly an author ity on the relative merits of various fishing grounds. But I do know that never did fish smack more of divinity than the morning's catch, pan-broiled over a campfire, three miles out from the comfortable bungalow camp on the Nipigon River in Ontario. Ontario, of course, is a famous rendezvous for devotees of the rod. Whether they prefer trout, pike, bass, pickerel or muskellonge they can find streams and lakes crowded with gamey fish, virgin forests never before trekked by a white man, Indians skilled in the business of discovering prolific streams, making camp in the wilderness and blazing a trail through trackless wood; or if they are less hardy, luxurious hotels and re sorts surrounded by splendid fishing territory. For the in-between sportsman who likes his comfort but doesn't care for effete luxuries in the wilderness the river camps of Ontario offer the desired happy medium. These camps attract the same sort of people who enjoy dude ranches, with the emphasis on fishing instead of riding, and a grand vacation they offer to people and fam ilies who love out-of-doors as is out-of- doors. THE Nipigon River Camp is easily reached by Canadian Pacific through Toronto, by Great Lakes steamers or by motor up the Interna tional Highway through Duluth. It is really secluded in the heart of the woods and not at all resorty with pleasant, quiet little Nipigon Village a mile across the river if you seek a change from the forest life now and then. But though it is in the forest your cabins are heated and electrically lighted, serviced expertly by telephone, telegraph and laundries, there is hot and cold running water for showers and baths and life is nicely civilized. The main lodge has the entertainment rooms and dining room. If you never stir from the environs of this balsam- scented and birch-enveloped camp you will have a magnificent vacation, for the activities there include everything from bridge and ping pong to tennis, swimming and dancing. But there are, in addition, trips to be taken in the motor launch or in the smoothly gliding Indian canoes to picnics and shore dinners on the banks of the lakes and streams all about, treks through the woods, long canoe and camping trips with perpetually result- ful fishing for anywhere from two days to as many weeks as you like. A similar camp at the tip of the Georgian Bay district to the east of Nipigon is the French River Camp; to the west is Devil's Gap Bungalow Camp which adds golf and yachting to its attractions. Then there are smaller resorts all through the vastness of On tario but far enough apart to leave plenty, of unexplored country for everyone; there is the completely primi tive Temagami country with three mil lion acres of virgin forest and lake land ready to be explored by long canoe trips with efficient Indian guides; there is the splendid Manitou Camp for boys on the Bay of Islands — indeed the woods are thick with joys up here. AND then there is swank with a i capital S — in Quebec. The am bitious project of the Lucerne-in-Que- bec Community Association is rapidly nearing beautiful realization. Here is the perfect summer home and country club idea. The Association has taken over the stately old Chateau Papineau, the lovely estate of the grand Seigneur, Louis Joseph Papineau, Canadian leg islator and soldier of the early 1800's. The estate was handed down by the original lord of the seigneurie, Bishop Laval, who owned it in 1674 and has much historic and romantic tradition to add glamor to its natural glories. Now the estate is the home of the Seigniory Club, a club decidedly worth looking into for anyone who wishes to establish a permanent country home that will be an attraction both for sum mer and winter. If you pass the eagle eye of the membership committee you may pur chase a tract of land on the 80,000 acre expanse of the club. Every site THE CHICAGOAN 41 is lovely— with inspiring view of the Laurentian mountains, of rivers and glistening lakes, and green fragrant woods. The homes are to be of log cabin construction but may be as mag nificent as you please— huge places with every comfort and luxury and all modern facilities are provided — run ning water, electricity, all the doggy bathrooms you want. THE golf course is cut through the ravines and rocks of the Lauren - tians and is a spectacularly beautiful and sporty one. The old Maisonette on a smooth expanse of lawn overlook ing the Ottawa river will be used as a summer pavilion. Work is being rushed along on the tennis courts, the archery range, riding stables, swim ming pool, and the winter sports ar rangements for ski-jumping, bob-sled- ing and tobogganing. There will be an aviation field, a great sports pavilion with locker rooms and terraces where the tired sportsmen and sportswomen may congregate for long cool drinks in the Canadian manner. Lake Papineau is crowded with trout, pickerel and bass and there are fifty or more lakes and rivers all about the countryside for fishermen. There just isn't any thing lacking to make it simply perfect. The main lodge, a grand log cabin hotel, is to be opened on July 1st and club members may stay here until their homes are built and later when they dash up at odd times and don't feel like opening the private house. The lodge is really a luxurious hotel with every imaginable convenience, an enormous lounge enhanced by a great circular, six-hearthed fireplace (imagine that on a winter night after a day of skiing), ballrooms, dining room, grill and an honest-to-goodness old English tavern which is a tavern and not a tea shoppe, and accommodations for more than three hundred guests. The development is really exclusive and on a magnificent scale. The Board of Directors includes the Honorable L. A. Taschereau, Premier of Quebec; the Honorable Frederick Beique, Presi dent of the National Canadian Bank; Sir Herbert Holt, President of the Royal Bank of Canada, and others of Canada's great. If you want to try your chances with the membership committee you can get all the necessary information from the Canadian Pacific people here or by writing to the Com munity Association, Ltd., Lucerne-in- Quebec. Colby FUFkNISHINGS . ¦^"BfVT HIS is one of the few outstanding shops in America offering a large selection of furnishing merchan dise where sound design is the primary consideration. . . . Re gardless of the price of a piece of furniture, unless it is correctly designed, it cannot remain a source of lasting satisfaction and pleasure. Because of this policy, persons of good taste find pleas ure in visiting through our eight floors of display space. . . . We cordially invite you to come in. John A. 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GALLAUER, Proprietor 1528 N. Clark Delaware 0440 3942 2ND EVENTFUL WEEK A Stupendous Achievement ****^— Mae Tinee. Dynamic— Marvelous— Greater than Potemki.t — Rob Reel. A Historic Gem-^-Genevieve Harris. The Truth About Russia in 'Ten Days That Shook The World" A Pictorial Epic of Russia's Historical "TEN DAYS" Directed by Sergei Eisenstein of Potemkin Fame LENIN— TROTSKY— KERENSKY In all 160 million Russians participated CINEMA Chicago Av. Just East of Michigan The External Feminine Beauty on the Road By MARCIA VAUGHN IN all the beautiful posters and maga zine picture of girls touring about in big eights, the nose shineth not, neither doth the hair whip into her unwarily laughing mouth. Crisp curls fly jauntly back from her brow and apparently miles of motoring do nothing but heighten the damask bloom of her cheek. But with mortals not on lovely posters, touring by train or motor is not such an unalloyed beauti- fier. Hair does get strawlike and dusty, the most satiny complexion gets sooty and dry, and hands are promptly begrimed one second after every one of twenty daily washings. So the wise traveler takes care to provide herself with a neat little package of beauty essentials and keeps them conveniently at hand and constantly in use. The oddly assorted boxes and jars that we use at home are pretty hard to pack neatly and even if they are tucked away in the suitcase or trunk as a reserve you will find it amazingly handy to take along an extra little case of toilet preparations which is always by you and as easy to get at as a compact. Then when you stop on the road or whenever you feel the need of a bit of freshening up on a long train journey you won't have to delve through a pile of luggage or pack and repack your Pullman accessories a dozen times a day. The complete little package may be a simple kit of necessities for three or five dollars or a complete range of beauty preparations in lovely little week-end bags ranging in price from fifteen dollars to almost anywhere you want to go in exquisite leathers. A very delightful kit is Helena Rubin stein's Beauty Box, a leather case no larger than a slim week-end bag, with every preparation that is needed to make an exquisite, daintly groomed person of the hardest going traveler. It contains the most exquisite Rubin stein cleansing cream, lotions for skin toning, foundation cream, skinfood, cosmetics, cleansing tissues down to the delicious refreshing herbal eye packs which are the most splendid thing ever devised for tired, sun- strained eyes. A less expensive case is her Bon Voyage kit which is com pletely equipped with preparations for either oily or dry skins. All the prep arations are exactly right for the trav eler and extremely usable in their at tractive little bags. Making about eight trips across the Atlantic every year and innumerable cross-country journeys, and voyages all over the world Helena Rubinstein has covered enough miles to develop the care of the skin while traveling to a fine system and these two kits are the results of her experience. JVeek-End Cases ELIZABETH ARDEN has some magnificent Travel Cases in sump tuous leather with fittings of enameled bottles or gold and silver striped con tainers, while another has smart alumi num jars. These cases are completely equipped with Arden preparations to keep the face, hands and eyes in per fect condition. The smaller travel case with dashing square modern handles has a compact array of all these prepara tions too and is not at all costly. Then there is the Boudoir Beauty Box, still smaller but enough to last for a month or so of travel, and the attractive little Week- End kits which are ideal to make you rest comfortably sure in the knowl edge that you won't have to sneak off to the drug store or borrow cream and powder from your hostess because you forgot all about yours. Another delightful week-end case is Dorothy Gray's blue lacquered box with seven of her essential preparations in quantity sufficient to last at least a week. And the very fine Beauty Case of walrus grained leather and Dress ing Case in the same leather are lavish with the lovely Gray products. The In troductory Set offered by Primrose House to acquaint you with their prep arations is a splendid little week-end box, too, as is the Treasure Box, quite a bit larger and sufficient for a week or so. The Primrose House Traveling Cases in lovely leather are lined with daintily colored waterproof Celanese. Their large cases, as well as the others I mentioned, all have a handsome large mirror and plenty of space for night gown and extra accessories if you want THE CHICAGOAN 43 to use the case as a regular week-end bag. For the Person IT'S a good idea to tote along a bottle of nice refreshing tonic for the hair, as a bit of tonic rubbed into the scalp and along the length of the hair is a splendid cleanser if you can't have a shampoo right away and feel all tired and frowsy. After you brush the hair thoroughly draw a part through the hair, hold it down with a comb and rub the lotion briskly into the scalp with a piece of absorbent cotton. Do this at intervals of about half an inch all over the head and rub the hair with a cloth to spread the tonic and remove excess oil. You'll be delighted with the clean, fluffy effect this produces without the benefit of soap and water. Another almost essential preparation, for motorists especially, is a good oil which will keep the skin from drying out and prevent bad sunburn. Prim rose House Smoothskin Oil is a splen did soothing lotion for hands and face and Dorothy Gray has a very effective Sunburn Cream which allows you to tan nicely but absorbs the rays that cause painful burns. Eyes get awfully tired squinting in the sun or poring over books in dimly lighted trains. Each one of these houses has soothing eye lotions and the eye packs I spoke of are wonderful to rest the tired muscles about the eyes when you lie down to rest. It's a good idea to have a little jar of eye cream with you, too, to smooth into the lids and under the eyes to keep away the fine lines that are sure to form when you are under constant visual strain. And for the final touch of refresh ment when you land at your hotel you should have something to add delicate fragrance to that welcome bath. Bath crystals and such things in bottles are hard to carry, but there are exquisite little bath tabs like Frances Clyne's pungent squares packed in a flat box. The Clyne perfumes are delightfully smart and zippy and are sold in Chi cago at Kaskel and Kaskel's. Eliza beth Arden also has a box for travel ers which holds enough compressed cubes of bath salts for twelve glorious baths. And there are many more con veniences — hunt around and get fixed to be really happy and as lovely on the road as you are when all the facilities of boudoirs and salons are at your disposal. Tecla necklace doesn't say rrsee how I sparkle" but rather rrhow lovely is the place where I rest" . . . a Tecla necklace . . . tranquil as a queen upon her throne. 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Riding Boots Of finest English make in a wide selection of correct styles and leathers. Attractive catalog of Riding Equipment sent on mail or 'phone request. Associated Military Stores 19 W. Jackson Blvd. Harrison 5708 Chicago Your Teams played an important part in the T^a* tional Indoor Championship Tourna' ment concluded recently in J^.ew Tor\ and Broo\lyn, following the sensational District Tournament in Chicago. The complete story of the premier event of the season in the indoor game is told interestingly and aw ihoritatively in words and pictures in the current issue of POLO The Magazine of the Game Books Tulips by the Lake By SUSAN WILBUR THEORETICALLY I believe every word the headlines say about Chicago. I know a reporter or two, and I know a reporter's wife who has tried Oberta's ring on. Furthermore, when it is announced that the new edition of John Dairy's Chicago in Seven Days will give directions for getting to the scene of the Valentine's day massacre, I believe that too. But the Chicago of Marion Strobel's Saturday Afternoon is neither faith nor yet theory. I have seen it. A town where a dredge collaborates with a pipe and presently produces a peninsula. And where a poet reaches into her pocket and throws tulip bulbs at the policemen who tries to keep her off the peninsula — not noticing apparently that she has her rubbers on. And besides being a fantasia upon real facts and real places, Saturday Afternoon has real people in it. The heroine, Susannah Pease, poet and pub' lisher, willing to sacrifice love, money, her life if necessary, to make sprout a Chicago school of literature, is, minus the fantastic, a person you can easily put another name to. And a younger, though already eminent Chicago poet, is also there, if not in person at least in her anecdote about a small son, aged five, and his reaction to the facts of life as gwen in terms of pollen, a cow, and daddy. For Miss Strobel, like any first novelist, or indeed anyone stuffing a cloth animal for the first time, is confronted by the problem of space to be filled. Only instead of cotton or padding, she has utilized the bright scraps from her piece bag as a poet and woman about town. As a one day book, Saturday After noon would compete with Virginia Woolf's Mrs Dalloway if it weren't that it begins on the afternoon of the day before. Which, of course, it must do in order to show Susannah's pro teges inhaling her Friday tea and hot gingerbread and being very disagree able and non-literary among themselves. On Saturday, Susannah makes sand wiches, and takes Stephen for a picnic to the made land. She is going to re nounce him in the cause of literature and insists upon staging for her re nunciatory offer of a year in Europe. But things work out so that Stephen sees her hat floating in the water with out seeing her and, not being a swim mer, acts accordingly. That is, informs the proper authorities and then goes on with his afternoon. Susannah returns to her office, and there sits oblivious amid the extras about her suicide; pic tures of the society girl who jumped in after her, plans for a special obit uary number, a prospectus of all the wonderful things her proteges are plan ning to do in honor of her memory. With her supposed death influencing all manner of assorted persons, matri monially and every other way. George the Fifth and Chicago LITERARY statistics are a wonder- « ful thing. Two years ago, from the fact that more books were being written about him, I was able to pre dict the victory over Al Smith. And by a similar token it looks as though Mayor Thompson were getting the worst of it in his argument with George the Fifth— that is if it was really George the Fifth and not the Third who acted as his campaign ad versary. For George V has had two biographies this spring — one of them not to be published in England during his lifetime — while Thompson has so far achieved but one. However, this may be only an even break. All royal biographies sound alike, while John Bright's Hizzoner Big Bill Thompson is not like any biog raphy that ever was on land or sea. And this in spite of the fact that — TI4E CHICAGOAN whether because the story is hard enough to believe however it's told, or whether because his publishers re minded him that his subject has been known to start libel suits for as high as fifty million dollars — Mr. Bright has quite evidently set about to tell his story without any Elmer Davis or Beverly Nichols flourishes. Which isn't to say, of course, that he hesitates to quote any sharp remarks that have been made elsewhere, or that he hasn't any flourishes of his own. Expect to meet such words as "impingent" and at such lyrical points as babyhood and marriage a good deal of characteristic phraseology. » There are some things that nobody need tell anybody else about Thomp son: that he is a showman, a whiz at getting elected, and not so much of a whiz afterwards. Mr. Bright is able, however, to add to this general picture at every point, and furthermore to trace backgrounds and origins— the school board troubles, Lorimer, and Lundin— with the sagacity of a Charles E. Merriam, while still producing a most excellent narrative. Radical Conservation AS far back as the days when he was *\ literary editor of the Chicago Evening Post, Floyd Dell had a habit of committing surprises. From an ardent young Socialist he suddenly blossomed into a Greenwich Village dramatist, from that still more sud denly into a serious novelist, and thence into a not so serious one. With his Love in the Machine Age he is again taking things seriously. This time as a psychiatrist. This new book is the result of eight years' work, has re ceived distinguished medical endorse ments, and uses the new analytical psychology as a means to the most sober conclusions about love and marriage. Mr. Dell makes war upon the patri archal morality which regarded woman as a mere means to an end: the two fold end of perpetuating family lines and producing cannon fodder. He does not, however, substitute what the patriarchs would call "license." In stead he offers an ideal, and an attain able one, namely adulthood as against various forms of sexual and emotional infantilism. Mr. Dell shows that what truant officers and others of that ilk regard as misdemeanors are often but fumbling attempts at finding the adult self.. While, on the other hand, promiscuity and the sort of love that tries to evade family responsibilities are Qhe HOTEL Imont THAT CONSTANT APPEAL Dependability implies the test of time. Consistent courtesies are measured by days and months. Distinctive service must mean traditional reliability. Belmont service is an achievement in dependability. It has been from the first a patient and eager condescension to every desire of the guest. Not only to serve but to serve with distinction. And if you would live where interiors are not demode and uninspiring, where atmosphere is not a futile pre sumption, where pleasures are perennial, you will come to The Belmont and come to stay. Sheridan Road at Belmont Telephone Bittersweet 2100 Under the Personal Direction of B. E. de Murg Wedding Stationery Our invitations and announcements, hand engraved and printed by hand in our work rooms, have pleased an exacting clientele for many years. Consult with us. BRECK D. PORTER CO. Stationers and Engravers 745 Pittsfield Building 55 East Washington Street Chicago The Beautiful Takes Time Select your exquisite tableware and lamps — your decorating scheme — in the unhurried atmos phere of our salon in the DRAKE HOTEL A display of exceptionally rare and prised pieces of CRYSTAL TABLEWARE OCCASIONAL TABLES JADE, CRYSTAL AND POTTERY LAMPS EXCLUSIVE PIECES OF FURNITURE INTERIOR FURNISHINGS W. P. NELSON COMPANY N. J. Nelson, President ESTABLISHED 1856 Executive Offices 153-159 West Ohio St. Telephone Whitehall 507 J Exhibition Salon at Drake Hotel 46 THE CHICAGOAN Theater in the Good Old Way THE GOOD OLD DAYS live again upon the stage. Revivals to the left, revivals to the right, revivals front and center bring back beloved players in revered plot and score. Age rests lightly, even pleasantly, upon brow of actor and actee alike . . . turbulent decades vanish in easy renewal of credu lous, susceptible youth. But — IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS, when the current reviv als were new and sparkling sensations, one took himself to the theater well dined, perhaps wined, at proper ease and in properly receptive mood. No break-neck dash for tickets, no gnawing need to check and double-check his reservations — re member, these were the good old days. And yet — THE GOOD OLD DAYS live again, save perhaps in point of wine, for those thoughtful moderns who safeguard their theater mood by employing the gratifyingly gratis Chicago Theater Ticket Service to arrange reservations. In the good old days ad vertising copy-writers stopped when a point had been made and so do we. 1. Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of per formance for which tickets are desired. 2. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in cor rect amount payable to The Chicagoan [See page 2 for prices.] 3. Application must be in writing; telephone orders canot be ac cepted. Upon receipt of application The Chicagoan will effect reservation of seats and mail to applicant cer tificate entitling him to tickets when presented at the theatre box office after 8:00 P. M. on evening of per formance (2:00 P. M. if matinee.) It is suggested that applicants name a second choice of date for which tickets are desired in case The Chicagoan's supply of tickets for specified performance is exhausted before receipt of application. Ik CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play) (Secowd,, Choice) (Number of seats) _ (Date) (Second choice of date).... (Name) _ _ - (Address) (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $.. prolongations of the infantile. In other words what Mr. Dell brings us round to, albeit from a new and happier angle, is the adjustment of the individual to society. It might be said, indeed, that Mr. Dell reads the modern analytic psychology into teaching us a new conservatism. A self-determining conservatism to replace the imposed conservatism of the patriarchal tradi' tion. CM Choices for May ALEC WAUGrTS Hot Countries is i illustrated by Lyn Ward, the art ist who wrote a whole novel in wood' cuts last autumn, and who here proves that, should anyone ask him to, he could equally well write a whole travel book that way. The collaboration gives a representative view of the equator and surrounding latitudes, specializing on the islands. Mr. Waugh visits those that everybody visits, such as Tahiti, Haiti and Ceylon, those that a few visit, such as Martinique and Penang, some that noboby visits, such as the New Hebrides, and quite a few be sides. The Wee\ End Boo\, if it is any thing like last year's, will be a bulging sample case of Doubleday Doran au thors, whole novels, or nearly whole, and what not. The third adult secular book club choice for May being Grim Youth, by John Held, Jr., who, need less to say, illustrates it himself. This is a book of short stories about the younger generation, but, as its title aims to indicate, its youth is not pri marily flaming nor yet at all Booth Tarkington. My Thirty Years War zA Review ONE score years and ten to make art more artful and beauty more beautiful — M\ Thirty Tears War by Margaret Anderson. A vow of child hood days to make Reality her enemy has not lost any of its pristine fervor. It is a lengthy armageddon, and still remains a doubtful conquest, but what matter victory. Her valor has been equal to her vaunt. Margaret Anderson is well known to Chicago. The city and all its means have been promised her eternal love in this latest work from her pen. It is an autobiography at once alarming, in triguing, challenging. Her vow has been to achieve an in creasingly beautiful life. Her claim is to have been successful. If she has at- TI4I CHICAGOAN 47 tempted to dissociate herself from reality, it must not be assumed that she has consorted with unreality. One line in her work might have an infinite ap plication to life and living: "Tragedy is ... the difference." Her life has been the difference . . . between real ity and unreality. And she has lived, lived a glamor ous destiny that few would dare and fewer still would survive. Her frail panoply was art and a staggering, oft- starved regiment of poor unknighted artists who needed a battle-cry and a font of hope to carry on. She gave it them in The Little Review, a magazine of art and for artists, a valiant defense of their ideas despite unwilling print ers, unappreciative merchants, few readers. MUCH artistry may be pathologi cal unrestraint, but Margaret Anderson enjoyed a necessary and fate ful freedom. She did not pose as a glory-hunting Joan of Arc, rather warring as a feminine Quixote against windmills of superstition. She may have won nothing more than a thumbs down from taut-skin puritans, who in veighed against her every effort, but she kept on undaunted, prodding the lack- courage artists to greater efforts, read ing proofs till the pages blurred, liv ing on chocolates and ideas, playing the piano sometimes till dawn, sleeping on top of it to wake with a new idea clothed in conviction. Her contacts have been cosmopolitan and, from the time she first came to Chicago to meet Clara McLaughlin, she has met and known people of every known address and some unknown. She tells of them in this autobiography in a way that makes them more real, perhaps, than she would have them. Her portrayals of Jane Heap, Djuna Barnes and the Baroness von Lorign- hoven are such candid revelations that one feels one knows them as she did and does. Her insertion of a few let ters of Ezra Pound will give a better insight into the man than any of his poems. But she is a bit biased in her defense of James Joyce. She uses an unqualified superlative and many will nod in the negative. Her exploitation of Ulysses by James Joyce in The Little Review was the first substantial effort to make the world Joyce-conscious, and the affair cost her a police record. MARGARET ANDERSON tells us that she cannot write and mayhap she is right. There is nothing BUY COAL NOW AT SUMMER PRICES Our prices on the domestic sises of Guaranteed Coal and Coke are now at the lowest level for the year. By filling your coal bin now you can save money and, at the same time be as sured of a clean delivery and the best of quality and preparation. Our unqualified guarantee goes with every delivery. "Every ton must satisfy you or we remove it and refund your money" (Bnsraners (gmpany; (q I elephone w FRANKLIN' I64DO COAL- COKE -ICE BUILDING MATERIAL BUY YOUR COAL ON APPROVAL lyrical about her prose, nothing that would lead us to contrast her with others, but here she has gained another victory. She is that different. Some one might mention Isadora Duncan but I will not. I retain my conviction that it is something different. Her criticisms are at time illogical and not a little unsympathetic, but she tried once to deal in logic and gave it up. She could never have lived such a full life, full of great conversation, great people and great ideas, if she had been conventionally rational. The next thirty years of Margaret Anderson's life may be a retreat or an other revolt. In any event her sword and blood for Art and Beauty, her heart and soul to their lovers, her life for their advancement. We know that we have often had desires akin to hers. We know, too, that it may be a poignant indictment against our own poor valor that we did not follow them. To wish and to do — the desire and the deed — if only the bridgement of these great divides, Miss Anderson may sing of victory: —GAEL SULLIVAN. FLORIDA HOTELS POPULAR THE YEAR 'ROUND Hotel Floridan Tampa Hotel Lakeland Terrace Lakeland |N Hotel Floridan, Hotel Lake land Terrace and Hotel Dixie Court, there is no lowering of the high standard of service, and no change in the modest rates that prevail in all seasons of the year. Every day in every month the same thoughtful provisions are made for the comfort of the traveler in Florida. There are seven hotels in the Florida- Collier Coast Group: Hotel Floridan (Tampa), Hotel Tampa Terrace (Tampa), Hotel Lakeland Terrace (Lakeland), Ho tel Sarasota Terrace (Sarasota), Hotel Royal Worth (West Palm Beach), Hotel Dixie Court (West Palm Beach), and Hotel Manatee River (Bradenton); but only Hotel Floridan, Hotel Lakeland Terrace and Hotel Dixie Court are open all year. Write direct to the hotel for information or wire collect for reservations. A NEW MODERN HOTEL CHAIN Hotel Dixie Court West Palm Beach anaagpp FLO HI DA- COLLIER COAST HOTELS,. nc under HAL THOMPSON management HOSTS OF THE FLORIDA COA.STS Threesome Perhaps you'll never make a hole- in-one. Most golfers don't. (It's one of several things they have in common.) But there's another, more delightful tie that binds . . . the universal appreciation of what a good cigarette can add to the pleasure and enjoyment of the game. Camels are fragrant, refresh ing, mellow ... a welcome third to the most thrilling twosome. © 1930, R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Co., Winston-Salem, N. C.