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Cadillac Motor Car Company Dlflilem of Botorol Motor $ Corporation CHICAGO BRANCHES t)01 Sooth Mlchlfan Avono* 3010 Horpor Av«nn« SfOI Broadway 119 South Kadilo Avonuo 101 S E. 71»t St 4114 Irvinfl Park Boulevard ItIO Rldflo Avanua, EvaiuMon 100 North Rrtt Street, Hhjhland Park tft-M6 Madhwn Street. Oak Park NEW NEW CAD I LLAC LaSALLE TWtCWICAGOAN acation oii thC co» l Mai»e . • • y ill ii»d y ior &por ts »y la»° a» d by *ea in ou1* SP° KA^SH^L FIELD & k SectVo1*' CO o» tbe costu^e9 *A?r\W 2 mtCWlCAGOAN OCCASIONS MILITARY TOURNAMENT — Seven days of highly exciting demonstration at arms, for the benefit of the Army Relief Society, come to close in a burst of glory June 29. If you haven't been — go. SMART RACING— Arlington Park, smart est race course in the Chicago domain, begins June 30 a handsome calendar of events terminating August 2. SUMMER OP£RA— Ravinia, unmatched musically in all the broad world, offers the best singers in the best works to the nightly accompaniment of the very best musicians and for the best people. Every night an occasion. THEATER "Drama ^CANDLELIGHT— Princess Theatre, 319 S. Clark St. Central 8240. Eugenie Leontovich in a smart comedy with Don ald Brian and Alan Mowbray. Eves., $3. Wed. and Sat. mats., $2. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. +SOLID SOUTH— Harris Theatre, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Richard Ben nett in a satyrical play on the Old South. Eves., $3; Wed. and Sat. mat., $2. Cur tain 8:30 and 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. Sat. and Wed. mats., $2. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. CINEMA GARRICK— 64 W. Randolph. AH Quiet On the Western Front begins, July 1, what is fondly hoped will become an in definite engagement. WOODS— Randolph at Dearborn. Con tinuous cinema program amid legitimate theater conditions. UNITED ARTISTS— Dearborn at Ran dolph. Photoplays of major moment, un- marred by stage or orchestra interruptions. CHICAGO— State at Lake. Biggest and sometimes best downtown program, usual ly inclusive of symphonic somethings by an earnest orchestra. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS- Temple of Trade, by Kassell- Charcts\y Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 For the Inner Man 4 Night's Lights, by Fran\ Peska 6 Editorial Comment 7 The Spirit of Lake Forest, by Uu- rand Smith 9 Ex-Equestrienne, by Chevy Chase 9 Distinguished Chicagoans, by J. H. E. Clar^ H Little Cinema Note, by Philip N«b>t 12 How to Play Backgammon, by Dr. O. E. Van Alyea 13 Husbands, by Dorothy Dow 14 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 15 Lo, the Critics, by Sandor 16-17 Thornton Wilder — Chicagoan, by Robert D. Andrews 19 The So-Called Heavyweights, by Warren Brown 22 The Stace in Review, by William C Boyden 24 The Little Cinema Idea, by William R. Weaver 26 Ravinia Begins, by Robert Pollak 28 Books — From the French, by Susan Wilbur 30 Vox Pauci 32 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 34 Newsprint, by J. I. B 36 Shops About Town, by The Chi- cagoenne 38 Incidental caricatures bx Irma Selz THE CHICAGOANS Theater Ticket Service Stars opposite theaters listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in advance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 39. McVICKERS 25 W. Madison. Off the beaten track and somehow a choice re treat for the leisure-minded. Pictures only. PALACE 159 W. Randolph. Excellent pictures plus the best vaudeville in the world. A continuous and abundant program. ROOSEVELT 110 N. State. Strictly pic torial, continuously exhibited, less lengthy than most. CINEMA ART— Chicago Avenue east of Michigan. A smart litt'e playhouse smartly presenting silent pictures, free coffee and an unique kind of professional hospitality. TABLES AND TIMES eJl Corning — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Tempting cuisine with Blackstone String Quintette, Mar- gratf directing, and a la carte service. STEVENS HOTEL -730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. One of the largest in town. Main dining room with Benson's Orchestra and dinners $2.00 and $3.00. In the Colchester Grill— dinner $1.50, luncheon 85c and music. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestunt. Su perior 2380. No orchestra but just the place for a quiet evening with service a la carte. CONGRESS HOTEL -Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Balloon Room a la carte service, cover charge $1.50 week days and $3.00 Saturday, and Marty Stone's Orchestra. Pompeian Room — no cover charge and a la carte service. Louis 16th — no cover charge and dinner $2.50. PALMER HOUSE- -State at Monroe. Ran- do'ph 7500. A tradition of the town. Chicago Room Dinner $1.50. Victorian Room-Dinner $2.00. Empire Room — Dinner $2.50 with the Palmer House Orchestra. BREVOORT HOTEL -120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. American cooking at its best with dinner $1.25 and $1.75. No orchestra. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1660 Hyde Park Boulevard. Hyde Park 4000. Served as you desire whether privately [continued on page four] T..f Chicagoan— Martin T. Ouiclky, Pubi.isiikr and Editor; W. R. Wkavkh. Manaoin.; Khitoh; published fortnightly by The Chicagoan P"b>l»h; ?n* Co 40 'South Delrborn St.. Chicago. III. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. lx» Angles Office: 1065 North Cahuciya St. Pacific C°ast Office. Simnso'A Rilev Union Oil Building, Los Angeles: Russ Building. San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; smKle copies 15c Vol IX No 8 jX 5 1930 Copyright 1930 Entered as second class matter March 25. 1927, at the Post Office at ChuaKo. III., under the act of March 3. 1879, TI4E CHICAGOAN 3 111 «:: ::;:|:;:::S if ll UR LITTLE IMPORTS STEPPED OFF THE BOAT FOUR little imported fashions have played favorites all the way from Paris and crossed the ocean especially to take up a career at Stevens. The Patou Hat in French Felt is $45. Copied in Stevens' "Made-to-the-head" depart ment at $15. Callot's Prystal Bracelet is a most exotic creation. In several color combinations, $22.50. able Doeskin are tucked in diagonal lines. White and Natural, $7.50 the pair. Leiong's New Fall Handbag of Black Antelope with Enamel Clasp, $35. Chanel's 8-button length Gloves of Wash- Jewelry-Bags-Gloves — First Floor Millinery — Fifth Floor 4 TUECUICAGOAN or amid the gay throngs. Main dining room — $1.50 and $2.00 dinners. Private room — dinner $2.50. No dancing. EDGE WATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. Where atmosphere and cuisine provide a happy rendezvous. Marine dining room — Dinners $2.00 and $2.50. Cover charge on Saturday $1.00. Dan Russo's Orchestra will play in the Summer Garden. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake- shore Drive. Superior 8500. Distinc tive and charming for a relief interlude. Dinner $2.50 — no dancing. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at the Boulevard. Superior 2200. Eminently delightful and a magnet to capricious tastes. Main dining room — a la carte service — Bill Donahue's Orchestra — cover charge week nights $1.25 — Saturday $2.50. Italian Room — dinner $1.50 and no cover charge. SHERMAN HOTEL— North Clark and West Randolph. Franklin 2100. The merry whirl at its merriest. Ye Oldc Towne — dinner $1.25. Bal Tabarin — closed for summer. College Inn — a la carte service. Maurie Sherman's Orches tra — 50c cover charge for dinner and $1.00 later. BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W. Randolph Central 0123. A charming survival of the German tradition and serving all the fine victuals you desire. BELMONT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Always a gay gather ing place and unusual atmosnhere. Din ners $1.50 and $2.50. No dancing. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Wal ton Place. Superior 4264. Brilliant and novel to the jaded appetite. The oriental room, towne club or private party rooms for whatever taste. Dinner $1.25. SHORELAND HOTEL— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. Serving deft ly and with satisfaction your need. Main dining room with dancing and the Shore- land Hotel Orchestra — a la carte service — dinner $2.00. Dusk Till Dawn CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Chinese and southern cooking with smart entertainment. Al Handler's Or chestra — cover charge $1.00 — service a la carte. COFFEE DAN'S— 114 N. Dearborn. Ran dolph 0387. Where time and care are fade-outs and noise is out and out. Dancing all hours — Gene Fosdick's Or chestra — Post-theater cover charge 25c during week, 50c Saturday and Sunday. No cover charge for dinner — $1.00 and $1.50. MT CELLAR— 205 N. Clark. Dearborn 6153. A few steps down to glee and gaiety unconfined. Cover charge Satur day and Sunday 50c. Eddie Makins' Orchestra. Dinners $1.50 and $2.00. CLUB METROPOLE— 2300 S. Michigan. Catering to a distinguished night-crowd. Cover charge after 9 o'clock $1.00. Art Kassel's Orchestra. Dinner — $1.50. VILLA VENICE— Milwaukee Avenue at [listings begin on page two Desplaines River, Wheeling. Albert Bouche opening the lid each night on pots of good food and lots of good fun. Cover charge after ten o'clock $2.00. Featuring a musical comedy and dancing. Dinner $3.50 and $4.00. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove Avenue. Waring's Pcnnsylvanians and his entire troupe have arrived and promise to eradicate dullness from any evening. Cuisine, incidentally, is checked among the worthwhile dclcctablcs of the town FROLICS 18 E. 22nd Street. Victory 7011. Music — dancing entertainment food, the necessary quartette in night club enjoyment, lack Waldron will tell you about it and Charley Straight and his band will prove it. Cover charge $1.00. Saturday $1.50. LINCOLN TAVERN -Dempster Street. Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1919. Jack Huff presenting some bristling and bumptious entertainment and Tom Gcrun and his boys providing ear-balm. Dinners $2.50 and $3.00. No cover charge. COLOSIMO'S— Wabash at 22nd. Calu met 1127. Dinner $1.50 and no cover charge. After nine o'clock Billy Carr in augurates the zip-zip and some good music and dancing is had by all. A la carte service, then, and a fifty cent cover charge. DELLS -Dempster Road, Morton Grove. Illinois. Morton Grove 1717. Coon- Sanders and the original Nighthawks re turn here to ring the bell and another summer success. Dinner $2.50. Cover charge during week 50c, and Saturday $1.00. Luncheon — Dinner — Later ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH 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. Whitc- ha'l 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 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. An extensive German menu, and the at mosphere helps a bit. EITEL'S Northwestern Station. Quiet — convenient and restful, where good restaurants arc few and far between. HUYLER'S 20 S. Michigan and 310 N. Michigan. Just the place to slip in un obtrusively for a hasty lunch. CASA DE ALEX 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. The Spanish atmosphere, and the connoisseurs nod. RED STAR INN 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. An old German inn that has served the town for years and still bril liantly. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. All you want in sea food and lasting almost till dawn. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. A late steak and sandwich shop and many prominent faces 'most every night. NINE HUNDRED -900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. It's a real good number to remember for food delights. /ULIEN'S 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Phone Mama Julicn, who supervises 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. LAIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. Hospitality unconfined, with music or not, as you like, and a seductive cuisine. ROCOCO HOUSE 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. Swedish and suavely served with smorgarsbrod and other tasty things. C1ROS 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. Rather ho-ho and promising a formal but very definite palate pleasure. CORSIGLIOS— 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 S. Clark. Serving, as you would expect, a Chinese cuisine, and is modestly aloof without damaging the purse. MARCELLO'S 1408 S. Wabash. Spa ghetti and chicken dinners and one may play the gourmand. GASTLS 3259 N. Clark. Another of the Swedish caterers and not a little sat isfying. THE RAVENNA T~>ivision at Wells. Hungarian and late and at times a few celebrities to enliven things. LINCOLN TURNVEREIN— 1019 Di- vcrscy Parkway. Plenty in the robust German sty'c and gay atmosphere. TI4E CHICAGOAN 1890 Charm .with 1930 Conveniences and Service COME to the Grand Hotel, on Mackinac Island, this summer! A fairyland forest, set in the midst of blue waters. Wind ing carriage and bridle paths instead of noisy highways. A quaint village with 200-year-old fortifications. Sporty golf courses, a huge outdoor swimming pool, tennis, speed boats, yachting, fishing. And a long white hotel, famous the world over for its comfort and its cooking— The Grand. Concerts, dances, entertainments, every afternoon and evening. Days of sparkling sunshine, cool nights of utter quiet. Complete relief from hay fever! Overnight by train from Chicago, or by lake steamers. Wire collect W. W. Myers, Manager, today for reservations. American plan. Open till mid -September. ^•¦>**nr'**,r > The Grand Hotel MACKINAC ISLAND ...MICHIGAN..* 6 TWt CHICAGOAN •••• •• * M ll-*. . .. ? 1 1 1 1 ii li 1 F i f I NIGHT'S Ll C HTS T^ot a Ziegfeld setting jor an O'Neill drama . . . not a canvas interpretation of a Sandburg poem . . . just a striding photograph, bv Fran\ Pes\a, showing Mather Tower across State street bridge, fourth in a series of photographic reproductions presenting the Town with the fidelity of its prize- winning lenses. CHICAGOAN King ORDINARILY the question of who shall be king of Roumania is not one which Chicagoans, in the heat of the Summer, are likely to give more than passing notice. But the return of Carol, late from the pansied paths of Pans, to the business of kingship seems to be an exceptional incident. While, it may be observed, the business of kingship has not been flourishing, particularly since the latter days of the War, and the regal market has been gravely in need of support, probably nothing has happened in the past hundred years which should induce more promptly a vig orous wave of selling kings short than this sordid maneuver of the return of Carol. It has been said — possibly very wisely — that a king ful fills a valuable function in standing before his people as a symbol representative of the ideals of his country. If this Carol person, chiefly known for a long sequence of cheap and sensational exploits which qualify him better for the role of a deuce than that of a king, is really repre sentative of the ideals of the Roumanian people, then the people of this continent should devotedly wish that by some miracle of nature the intervening space between here and the Kingdom of Roumania should be increased by at least a few million miles. Criticism WRITING of the drama, Mr. Ashton Stevens says, "Once London was the villain in the play; then New York; now Chicago; westward the course of evil takes its way." He does not add, wherefore we do, that the role of villain has undergone notable changes, mostly for the worse, and the new actor in the part has empha sized fervor rather than grace in its performance. No five-act thriller of the Limehouse era, and no three- act shocker depicting the deadly East Side, ever represented the heavy as proud of his dirty work. Always, he came on wearing the cherished cloak of respectability, usually accompanied by silk hat and stick, and always he displayed unmistakable signs of chagrin, even remorse, when the hero ripped it aside to disclose the culprit's essential depravity. Whereas your Chicago villain publicly boasts his abandon, parades his bodyguard hither and yon with trumpets blaring, and greets his ultimate exposure with a wisecrack. Mr. Stevens can tell you what is wrong with the Chicago villain's technique. It is not our purpose to remake the drama, if we could; that is the business of playwright and director, who haven't, by the way, been doing very well by it. Our purpose is merely to offer, gently as we may, the observation that a good many of our civic spokesmen seem to consider it their duty, when abroad, to uphold th^ tradition of the play villain in private if not in public utterance, to swagger, to strut, even to display with a cer tain glow an unpunctured skin and a complete equipment of arms and legs. Great as is our devotion to the drama, which certainly needs devotion as it never has before, we feel that this is carrying matters a bit too far. If for no other reason, and several are evident, because it is downright unsportsmanlike not to leave a few choice depths of depravity unplumbed for the benefit of Los Angeles when the black cloak of villainy shall be passed to the sleek shoulders of that rising young actor. Impertinence SOMEONE has sent to our desk the April issue of Vigi lance, edited by the Reverend Philip Yarrow as the official organ of the Illinois Vigilance Association, Inc., and we have spent an interested ten minutes in perusal of its four well printed pages. We are shocked to read that "A Father brings to our office two booklets of indescribable wickedness, given to his 12-year-old boy," and no less than amazed to learn that "A Teacher brings in a mimeographed obscene letter taken from an eighth grade girl." After learning of this remarkable behavior, it is easy to believe that "A Principal brings in a shameless cartoon booklet, sold to a boy," while "A Pastor brings in a booklet of unimaginable evil being printed and circulated in Chicago." Indeed an alarming condition. But what chiefly prompts us to mention the publication is the artistically decorated instruction to readers printed alongside the lines quoted above. It reads: "When you have read Vigilance, please mail to a friend and write on the front page in red ink: 'Please send a gift to this de serving work.' Then let the one so receiving it mail the copy again. Cooperate and keep the message going." We can't help wondering whether the Father, Teacher, Princi pal and Pastor consider the articles mentioned a proper kind of thing to give a minister. Frankly, we don't. Promise WITHOUT waiting for promised proof, Mr. Eisen- stein's assertion that space has about faced and begun to consume matter may be hailed as good news. The thought is especially welcome when, toward dusk, effort is made to emerge from Jackson Boulevard and turn homeward into Michigan. It softens, too, the blow to satisfaction sustained in well meant attempts to inspect the aquarium, the planetarium, any of the really interesting things about town which a skeptical philanthropy has made free. Only in the sphere of journalism does it bode evil for humanity. If space is to require constantly more and more matter, we wince in anticipation of the material we shall ultimately be asked to digest with our breakfast. THE CHICAGOAN & / fftfc-r!' vJJuc Credit . . . Sailing by Berengaria Waves oy Atlantic Shoes oy Saks^Fiftn Avenue Patou's new flowered cvenins pump oi Faccone print to wear with black gowns. 15.50 SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CHICAGO THE CHICAGOAN 9 THE SPIRIT OF LAKE FOREST A Reminiscent Lament In a Major Key NO one can say that we are not progressive in Lake Forest. We may not steep our souls in Rotary or Kiwanis delights, but, oh, we have our civic pride. Aren't we in the midst of building a quarter million-dollar pub lic library? We have outgrown the quiet haven of the City Hall's second floor. Those peaceful days of browsing through the shelves, of finally, with the help of courteous Miss Kemp, selecting a book, are long past. Culture has made great strides in our town. Now we will probably have to wait in line, present our slip to one of a corps of librarians, and watch her vanish into remote recesses to fetch our chosen volume. Aren't we also engaged in installing a four-hundred-thousand-dollar street lighting system? Doesn't everyone know that our First National Bank is about to construct a quarter-million- dollar building? Will not our Acad emy be the finest prep school in the Middle West when its vast expansion program is complete? And it is futile even to guess at the probable cost of our new High School. In this relentless march of progress, of magnificent achievement Lake For est has changed from a charming, es sentially quiet village, where many of Chicago's rich families spent their sum mers, to a bustling, up-to-date city. This change came gradually, of course, beginning perhaps more than fifteen years ago with the "Lake Forest Beau tiful" plan. Most of the structures along the main street — it was hideous, but it was home — were razed. Model buildings, architecturally harmonious, and a trim market square sprang up. That brought the passing of the shabby old post office, presided over by a post mistress, where everyone met when calling for their mail and passed the time of day. It was not long before a postal delivery system was instituted, and gone was the common meeting place, the inevitable encounter with friends. Several of the old families still call for their mail, but one never meets friends in the post office any more, only other people's chauffeurs. Even the stamps don't taste the same and the difference a few years make. By DURAND SMITH THIS restless spirit was so con tagious that about that same time the Presbyterian Church, metaphorical ly, climbed on the Band Wagon. Since time immemorial, each family had its own pew and paid rent for it. Church- going was a matter of family .pride, of dignified duty. By a mere glance around the church one could note the derelictions of one's neighbors. All that was changed. I remember well that Sabbath noon when the congregation remained after the service to vigorous ly debate the question of making all pews free. Naturally, the old had to make way for the new, but the Chris tian spirit of many members was sorely tried that day. Lake Forest has always been a re ligious community and it is only natural that religion should keep up with the times. The Methodist Episcopal church is doing this with often astonishing vigor. Its strident bulletin board pro claims each week a provocative "living drama sermon." It is a far cry from the days when everyone was designated as living east or west of the tracks, and across from the Holts, for example, or opposite the Farwells. The only roads that most people knew were Deerpath, Sheridan, and Green Bay. The location of a new house was identified by its proximity to a well-known one. Then, with city plannings and improvements, came the htr\ Ex-Equestrienne If this be, then, the Art of riding, Mark me truant devotee; Pride be whole, morale intact, Still must one behold in me Gay rhapsody in black And blue; nor dream, anon, to soft cajole This wan Diana From her hiding; Prate of stud-book registry Scarce may ease in swift impact, Scarce restore conformity. If this be art, to rack And rue, what price degree in haute ccole! — CHEVY CHASE. naming of every shack. Now we have 1123 North Washington Circle, wher ever that may be. Could anything be more pitiless, prosaic, and impersonal? I, for one, make it a point still to think and speak in terms of families and landmarks. "Uptown" was once a simple cluster of village stores. You could always count on finding a friend playing a victrola record at Vincent Quarta's, or toying with a soda at Krafft's. Now we boast a branch of Marshall Field's, ever burning "Neon" signs, and a group of filling stations. And where do the people come from who crowd the sidewalks? IT is hard to imagine that Lake For est once required that a man carry ing a red flag should precede the stately progress of the Farwell's first "horse less carriage." "Uptown" is now so choked with cars of an evening that we shall soon have our own parking prob lem. Certainly there is no space to park within two blocks of the movie house. Crossing the main street is now more dangerous than crossing State at Madison. Progress has sadly dimmed the bril liance of that great institution, "Meet ing the 5:10." It was the agreed social hour. The impressive array of luxuri ous cars comprised one long row of friends. To Lake Forest children "meeting the 5:10" was often the high spot of the day, more highly prized than seeing father off at the 8 o'clock. Here they met at the foot of the signal tower (torn down these many years), tossed a baseball, balanced periously on the tracks, or placed a penny to be flat tened on the rails. Now the 5:10 is where you see "those people" who have taken "that little house" across from the Club. Your car is wedged in between two which are bar ren of occupants; the initials on the doors mean nothing. Most of your friends come out on earlier trains to play golf, or they drive back and forth in their own cars. And Lake Forest children are far too sophisticated to put pennies on rails. If they come at all, they prefer to sit in their cars and lis ten to the radio. 10 THE CHICAGOAN A fleet of taxies, — Yellow, Bauer, and independent — now vie, with raucous cries, for every prospect who descends from train or trolley. They even race their cabs from one end of the platform to the other and jockey dangerously for position. Among this seething mass, however, are two real old-timers, Liddicoat, whom mothers trust implicitly to take their children in his taxi, and Julian Matthews, who was about the last to give up horses. Unconsciously, they keep alive some thing of the village spirit in Lake Forest. THE movies always played a large part in our social life. Joey O'Neill's theater was a favorite ren dezvous. All Lake Forest flocked to The Perils of Pauline, and that summer will always be remembered when Thursday nights were unanimously dedicated to The Hooded Terror in The House of Hate. We are now blessed with a Cathedral of the Cinema. The pretentious foyer and the ushers at attention compare with Chi cago's best. The heavy, reverential silence upon entering creates a mood of worship, and on each side of the screen is a perfect reproduction of a stained glass window. It would seem quite in keeping with the surroundings for collection plates to be passed. From all over the county people come, of course. Noise is another feature of metro politan life which has accompanied such progress. Once people strolled along Lake Forest's shady walks. Now they race through the streets with cut outs open and dash past stop-lights. Our streets of a Sunday evening or a Mon day morning are the dumping ground for the remains of week-end picnics. Oranges, gin bottles and waxed paper predominate. Incidentally, our trick new stop-light system, which runs all night, provides an exhilarating pastime for cars approaching at right angles. If the light is green for north and south traffic, an east or west driver can change it by crossing his trip-plate. The north or south driver must cross his own trip-plate first to retain the right of way. Cars, therefore, invari ably try to beat each other to the cross ing. Accidents are barely avoided daily. Harold McCormick contributed the first really loud noise to Lake Forest when he took up flying. Crowds would line the bluff to watch him roar by in his hydro-aeroplane. Now the thunder of planes overhead is part of every pleasant Sabbath and goes unremarked. THE years have taken with them faces that everyone knew. Dr. Boyle, our distinguished looking Pres byterian minister, father of the beau tiful Betty, has been in the west for fifteen years at least. The little Scotchman, Professor Malcolm Mc Neill, who ushered in church, Aubrey Warren, town policeman and handy man, and Dr. Haven, everyone's physician, are long since dead. Mr. Austin of the Winter Club, who mar ried the Patterson girls' governess, has been these past dozen years a swim ming instructor in California, and it has been many a moon since Lake For est has seen Mary Baker and her pony cart, or Louise Learned in her carriage with her dogs trotting beneath. Where now is Charlie Grey, whose stables were patronized by all the children of the rich? And where is the fire chief's daughter, Matilda, the belle of the bakery? Gone, too, is an institution that brought together millionaire and shop keeper. When Henry Rumsey was mayor we had municipal band con certs on summer Saturday nights in Market Square. The whole town turned out for a truly enjoyable civic occasion. Then there was Lake Forest Day, with its races, ballyhoos, and "hit the nigger." I can recall vividly that memorable August day when we cele brated with a balloon ascension. Fourth of July used to provide us with political fireworks as well as the great night dis play in West Park. Comfortably sprawled on the grass in Triangle Park, we listened to Senator James Hamilton Lewis' oratory one Fourth fifteen years ago. Gagemere is another institution that has disappeared. This was a club on a lake -some miles away which was a fa vorite excursion point for children's parties. Children's diversions were so simple then: — an afternoon of mixed doubles at Harry Clow's or George McLaughlin's, with Hollis Letts and her partner winning the prizes; a hay- rack ride and beach picnic given by Ellen Thorne; a croquet tournament at the Winter Club with Julian Farwell starring; a swimming party at Phelps Kelly's; amateur theatricals inspired by Arthur and Mary Meeker (with be coming modesty we called ourselves the Would-Be Actors Club); moving pic tures and orangeade at Laura Thomp' son's; or a luncheon and dance at Dex ter Cummings' or the Laflins" or the Trowbridgcs' with the orchestra play ing When You Wore a Tulip. OF course many houses have sprung up on bx>th sides of the tracks. We are so up-to-date that we have subdivisions and "developments." Lake Forest has been invaded by the Young Marricds (oh, I'd live here too, if I were one), and the old estates are being broken up to provide a house and grounds for a son or daughter of the family. And some of the Young Marricds arc so sufficiently modern, foresighted and hospitable that they build "Bars" and "Whoopee Rooms" along with the Dining Rooms. The very latest indignity, proof of our progrcssiveness and supporting our metropolitan pretensions, is our Tom Thumb Miniature Golf Course. This flourishes directly across from the City- Hall, and at night blazes with all the splendor of Chicago's Delaware Place course. Next will come, I suppose, a chamber of commerce and a Walgreen store. What, then, is left of that lovely village of twenty years ago? Perhaps a few of the sounds are unchanged. The Presbyterian church-bell is still as deliberate and insistent in tone, and the Academy's bell as bright and gay, be fitting an October morning; and the trolley's whistle on a summer evening is still a sad, nostalgic wail. The wooden canoes by the station are still filled with red geranium, and for a few more months, at least, we will have a lamplighter. Mr. Bell is still doing business at the old stand, and in an enlarged Al- cott School, teaching the children of his former pupils. Attendance at the Alcott School, at least before our fami lies moved in town for the winter, was as inevitable as going to Sunday School. Mr. Bell has competition now, but the Alcott School is still the ortho dox place to go. One feature of the old days remains to challenge the belief in the mutability of all things human. In its disregard for "the passing fashion" it demon strates an independence worthy of Lake Forest pioneers. The jeers and hoots of small boys, which it provokes, cast an ironic commentary upon the rapidity of our progress. Several charming and elderly ladies still drive around in their aged "electrics." THE CHICAGOAN DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS BRITTON I. BUDD: Shattuck is proud of him, for he left that school to go to work on the intramural railroad at the Chi cago world's fair, got a job as a clerk on the elevated next, within five years was pur chasing agent and in eight more was gen eral manager; he has been president of the Rapid Transit since its organization and of Public Service of Illinois since 1923; his friends say he looks like George Washing ton, and he is just as good a business man. JOHN W. O'LEARY: A banker of vast interests and a great force in Chicago af fairs; he left Cornell to become a mechani cal engineer with his father's company, left its ownership to head the Chicago Trust company, was president of the Association of Commerce and then of the United States Chamber of Commerce, was a senior officer on six different commissions simultaneously during the war, defended America's stand on the war debt in Belgium in 1925, raised $6,000,000 for the Hoover campaign in 1928, is president or director of at least a dozen Chicago concerns . . . one of the busiest men in town, yet never too busy to "sell Chicago." A Sequence of Portraits ALBERT ABRAHAM MICHELSON: Nobel prize winner in 1907, Rumford medalist in 190?, most famous American scientist; as a lad a sailor, then a student in Germany and France, then a lecturer at Annapolis and in half a dozen schools, then — from 1889 — at the University of Chi cago; once reported dead but lived to dis prove allegation, measurer of the speed of light, caricaturist, author, inventor. A man who has made the University internationally famous, but has remained as unspoiled as any beginning student. CARTER HENRY HARRISON: Adding new luster to a grand Chicago name; men tioned not long ago for the mayoralty, 18 years after retiring from the office his father held during the World's Fair, which he in turn held for five terms; art patron, expert on the French moderns, traveler, hunter, bon vivant; at 70, as vigorous as he was at thirty; the fine flower of the old Chicago flock. FREDERICK D. CORLEY: Vice-Presi dent and Retail Merchandise Manager of Marshall Field 6? Company, guardian of quality in merchandise, expert judge of value, a commanding figure who, in help ing to elevate merchandising to one of the fine arts, also progressed from $4-a-week stock boy to his present position; enthusias tic golfer often seen at Bob O'Link, direc tor of the Chicago Athletic Club, a native of Tower Hill, 111. 12 TWE CHICAGOAN f ^ LITTLE CINEMA NOTE By PHILIP NESBITT SCliW-INIO: Distraught over a social calen dar barren beyond words, not to say pictures, Mr. S'esbitt accepted in hopeful spirit a com mission to plumb at first hand the artistic depth of the cinema as somewhat forcibly ele vated to the sophistication of Chicago Avenue. Tea, Mr. Nesbit reports, turns out to be coffee, and very good, too 'though a happier locale might have been chosen for its consump tion. Himself a modernist, no end, our artist reporter yet professes sym pathy, even fellow feeling, for de termined ladies who would like ever so well to thrill over the inescapable exhibits. The oddity of it all being. Mr. S'esbitt remarks, that still pictures in the foyer seem fantastically potent to divert attention from the also still but actuated pictures displayed within the auditorium THECMICAGOAN 13 HOW TO PLAY BACKGAMMON fflm A Detailed Consideration of the Principal Moves By DR. O. E. VAN ALYEA BACKGAMMON first saw the light of day during the siege of Troy, and no doubt the old Greek, Palamedes, had the move ment of troops in mind when he worked it out. It is easy to visual ize the board as a battlefield, with troops marching forward into com bat. Outposts are formed and a rear guard is established, and at tempt is made to maneuver the men safely through the various skirm ishes with the opposing forces. The battle is finally won when the enemy has been successfully routed and the troops are marching home in orderly retreat. With this picture in mind the beginner needs but a few of the fundamentals in order to play the game. He should first familiarize himself with the arrangement of the men on the board as seen in the dia gram at the bottom of this page. For purposes of easy reference the points on each side are numbered One to Twelve. The player using the black men is seated at the upper side of the table and the one with the white men sits opposite him. It is also to be noted that each player has an in ner and outer board, the two being divided by a bar, and the object of the game is for each player to move all of his men from point to point until they are safely corraled in his inner board. He who then first succeeds in moving or "bearing" his men off the board wins the game. In arranging the board two men are placed upon the ace point in the adversary's inner board, five upon the sixth point of his outer board (point twelve in the diagram), five upon the sixth point Blacks INNER TABLE 12 3 4 5 6 in your own inner board, and three on the second point of your outer board (point eight in the diagram). Your adversary places his men in the tables in a precisely corresponding manner. The moves of the men are made in accordance with the numbers thrown by two dice. At the start each player tosses one die. The one throwing the higher is elected and adopts the combination of the two casts for his first play. If the same number is thrown by each, the stake is automatically doubled and they recast for first play. The men are to be moved in opposite direc tions, so must meet and pass each other. A player may move any of his men the exact number of points corresponding to the numbers thrown by him, provided the space to which the move would bring him is not occupied by two or more of the adversary's men. The whole throw may be used on one man, or two may be moved, each taking the number on one die for his move. If doublets are thrown (i. e. two of a kind) a player has double the moves and may move four men, or fewer if he elects, provided he uses up the entire number of points. A "blot" is a man left alone on a point and may be taken up by the adversary if he throws a number which will place one of his men on that point. The man thus hit is placed on the bar and only re-enters the game when a throw will let him in on a vacant space in the advers ary's inner board. A player is not allowed to move any other man while he has one to enter. The game proceeds until one of the BloekS OUTER. TAWE 7 8 9 10 11 12 an 02 LUES Whites Inner-Table Whites OutehJable 14 TMC CHICAGOAN Husbands This is the truth, and I own it with shame; Shakespeare has mocked that there's aught in a name; Still, there's a title I can not resist . . Somebody's Husband ... he leans in the mist . . Somebody's Husband ... he smiles at the pane, Beckons . . . and I'm on the war-path again. Fruit that's forbidden is juicy, we know; What one can have is as tasteless as snow; What one should not even try to acquire Lures like an eagle, a star, or a spire . . . This be the flaw in my otherwise flawless Actions; what time I am perfectly lawless, People who stare with reproach in their eye Find consolation in knowing I'll die — Find consolation in knowing I'll be Punished correctly, and chuckle with glee. Well, and I, equally, looking ahead Smile at the thought that perchance when I'm dead Husbands belonging to phantomlike ladies Ultimately may conduct me through Hades! — DOROTHY DOW. players herds all of his men into his inner board. He then removes them from the points corresponding to the numbers thrown. In this process of removal of the men, the finale of each game, men are removed from their proper points. If there are no men on the number thrown, and the number is so high that the man farthest from the ace point cannot be moved up, that man may" be taken off. When a player moves so as to place two men on one space he makes a "point." Experienced players attempt to make many consecutive points in the neighborhood of their bar point, thereby forming a blockade which may extend from the outer board over into the in ner. This is brought about in the natural process of moving men in this direction, but should be gone about carefully and without undue haste. One's bar point should be made and maintained at all costs, at least until that time when the opposing forces have passed each other and the game becomes a runaway. Equally impor tant is the five point, and at the same time it is often very helpful to occupy the opponent's five or bar points. This is accomplished by a player's last two men, which come up from the ace point, or by men which have been thrown off the board. Quite often a point is made at the expense of exposing a man or two and this might be done early in the game with little risk. However, after a good board has been developed by the ad versary, exposure of a man may mean the loss of the game. THE charts accompanying this ar ticle designate a few of the proper moves in an open field. In some cases there are several ways to play the same throw. Double sixes are played by moving two men over from the twelve point to your own bar point, and the two men from the ace position to your op ponent's bar point. Six-five is played by jumping one of the men from the ace position up to the twelve line. This move carries the delightful epithet of "lover's leap" and is generally considered not much of a move, although the best of all possible plays in the beginning of the game. Six-four moves the same man to the eleven line. Double aces are considered the most valuable in initial play. Two men arc moved to your five point and two to your bar. Five-one may be played conserva tively by bringing one man over from the twelfth point to your eight point, and one man moved up one point from your ace position, or the same number may be played with a little more daring by exposing a blot on your own five point. Likewise, in the two-one play, a blot may be exposed in the beginning of the play with little risk. Double fours may be played almost any way, but double threes should be brought over to occupy your bar point in the early stages of the game. Six-two may be played by exposing a blot on your five point as shown in the diagram, or may be played like the six-four by moving one man from the ace position to the outer board, where it rests on point nine. The usual play for five-two is made by moving two men over from the twelfth line in the adversary's outer table. The three and two are played with the same men, exposing two blots on the outer table, or, more conservatively, one man alone may be exposed here, the other move being played from your ace point. The exposure of two blots on one's outer table may seem foolhardy, but it is in reality good play. These are known as builders, and one or both of them may be utilized quite successfully in the next play. Six-one and three' one gladden the heart of the shaker and he immediately makes his bar point or his five point as the case may be. Four-two makes the four point and five-three may be used to make the three point. This point is rather low down in the inner board and is often refused by the seasoned player. As an alternate, one man may be moved from the adversary's outer table as far as it will go. This, like the six-two move, heretofore described, exposes a blot on the five point and is thought to be rather hazardous by the more conserva tive players. They may be conspled, however, by the fact that if this lone man is not picked up immediately by the adversary, he is quite apt to be covered in the next play, and a very desirable point is thus made. The be' ginner snxm learns that the best plays are those which make points, and the best of these points are those nearest the bar. He also learns the various styles of play, a dashing forward game, a steady, methodical careful game, or the waiting back game which is some times adopted from force of necessity. . Backgammon, unlike chess, is not to be played for mental exercise. A great intellect is not a prerequisite of the game. In fact some of the consistent winners at the game are generally con sidered to be just a little dumb. It offers, however, a pleasant diversion with not a dull moment and with a thrill for every shake in the box. THE CHICAGOAN 15 TOWN TALK Saluting the Chicago Census ~~ Wig Gr0 Candle Music ~~ Cliff Dwellers Discover the Dunes — Zuppke 0. K.'s Tito S chip a ~~ Secret Six Interviewed — Squickle King Reviews the Theremin CENSUS WEEK as celebrated in Chicago will likely go down in local history as just about the maddest week we've had since the Haymarket riot and the Fire. The gangsters, stim ulated by the news that the popula tion had gone up twenty-four per cent in ten years, saluted the census with one murder after another. Westing- house abandoned its weekly tributes to brother industries by saluting Chi cago, selecting for the principal aria on its civic program Laugh, Clown, Laugh, appreciatively rendered by Charles Marshall of our Opera com pany. The Herald and Examiner makeup man in a fine frenzy put on one page the two notable headlines, "Sirens Scream Joy Over Chicago's Record Census Growth" and "Citizens Flee Noise, Census Figures Show"; adding, as if this were not enough, on another page of the same edition, "Growth Rate Near 3 Times That of New York." (What new work— Dorothy Parker's Laments for the Living?) Flags and bunting fluttered in the avenues as a Tribune reporter was shot down under Michigan boulevard, the chief of police cleaned out his desk, and the Post, having saved money for this purpose by recent economies in its own staff, offered $5,000 to aid its morning colleague. Any citizen holding a clue to the Tr'ibune murder was further re quested to phone to the city editor of the Herald and Examiner, announce ments of the $10,000 reward by the Press Club mysteriously disappeared from later mention, 465 suspects were arrested by the agile Polizei, and all was wondrous. We hope there won't be another Census Week till after the World's Fair. ^JxCillennium THIS IDEA isn't original with us (we will quietly ignore your cries of "What is?"), but recent requests By RICHARD ATWATER that all crime be driven from the city incite one to ponder on the benefits of such a millennium. Nine-tenths of the police force would be immediately disbanded as no longer required; the newspapers would cut down to issues of four pages, thus throwing not only all the police re porters but quite a crew of editors and pressmen out of work; and we know not how many lawyers, judges, bailiffs, wardens, guards, night watchmen and others now engaged in profitable em ployment as crime fighters could go home and stay there. With all this host of men out of work and with no place to go, there wouldn't need to be so many streetcars and busses; thus a further army of conductors and motormen would have a nice long vacation. All this would affect the uniform industry, and several clothing factories could shut down. Then — but luckily, we remembered to set our alarm clock to ring at this critical moment. baritone Solo by Our Marine Corps Minstrel One day my sword will hang upon the wall With other trophies of the old campaigns. Then I shall join the graybeards in the hall And wait for death to warm my chilling veins. Pale withered s\eletons, li\e bro\en reeds, With rusty bones that rattle in the breeze Shall chant, each one, a song of youthful deeds Surpassing all twelve feats of Hercules. Ah, they will pledge their legions and their corps And vaunt of mighty valor and of fame Won the fields of long' for gotten wars. Dead embers ever will be done with flames; So I shall rest content, alone and proud, Recalling that the guerdon pledged by Mars Is but a bier of shields and a, spangled shroud. Let others count their glories with the stars: My dreams are greater than the wars have sung, Remembering your \isses, one by one. — Hair'Trigger Hop. zA Jan/are for Skalski THE delightful Andre Skalski closed his orchestral season with quite a triumph, two crowded houses acclaiming with enthusiasm his eight eenth century costume production, An Evening with Papa Haydn, at the handsome Goodman theater. The wigs and candles of the Disappearing Sym phony behaved nobly, the choruses were excellent and the comic opera of the lovelorn Apothecary rollicked through its expensive course smoothly and brilliantly; the conductor was a convincing Papa Haydn and the music was grand. Skalski, who hasn't been in Chicago very long, likes our Town immensely, and it's nice to see it re ciprocate the appreciation. This young eagle of Poland, who has brandished his baton in four continents before finally (we hope) nesting in Chicago, is not only a fine and honest musician but an excellent showman, never afraid to do something in a new way if it is artistically sound; and one of the things we enjoy about him, be sides his nice sense of humor, is his debonair modesty. "How," we asked him after his final concert (it had been a very hot night for an active conductor in heavy white wig and brocades), "how do you feel, now that your inaugural season tas come to this admirable climax: are you glad all went so well, or are you per haps sorry it is over?" Papa Haydn clutched us by the arm, looked at us significantly, and said simply, "I am surprised." Few musicians are worried by the gangster situation, and later during quite a party at his admirable apart ment, Skalski explained to us his po litical sentiments. In a civilization so dominated by the glorified American woman, he suggested, any symptom of a not altogether tamed masculinism is charming; and he feels that racketeers are, at least, unfeminine. He smiled, however, when he called them boyish, 16 TWE CHICAGOAN and was obviously in a humorous mood as becomes one who is talking to Riq while being surrounded by a chorus of admiring sopranos. Mr. Skalski then asked us which twelve American books one should really read, insisted we eat three more sandwiches, told two jokes, one in Ger man and one in Polish, secured our services as librettist for his next opera, opened several more packages, and as sured us that contrary to the opinion of the Town music critics, the baton was used at least as early as the six teenth century. At this time the baton was about six feet long and called a truncheon. It was later shortened to its modern form because so many orchestra conductors injured their feet with the truncheon in moments of musical excitement. We forgot to ask if the implement used by the fellow who marches ahead of the modern brass band is the survival of the early baton or whether it was orig inally the thing they swabbed out can non with. Anyway we're now sug gesting Skalski give his next concert with himself and his musicians all on horseback. hSTK Similes HEARD by K. M. S. : "They will go like wild cakes." By Prof. Jekyll : "As slow as mulat- toes." The Teacher as Gardener NOW that school is over, nobody can mind if we tell you what one of the best teachers that ever graced a Chicago classroom thinks of the fre quent tests and examinations affected by modern educationists. "I have never," says Mile. Berthe des Combes Favard, "seen the object, when one plants seeds in the ground, of digging them up every few days to see how they are getting along." <ui Probably Notable Movie THANKS to the excellent pro visions made for the Cliff Dwell ers' Barbeque at Frank Dudley's studio in the Dunes, our memories of this gala affair are happily fragmentary. Of the "Thrilling Movie Debut" un der three directors and four whirling cameras, about all we can really recall are Arthur Bissell and Professor Henri David, that second Coquelin, as very merry bootleggers; the etcher Earl Reed showing the greatest natural pow ers since the lamented Valentino as a screen lover; the pirate I. K. Pond dig ging himself notably out of the sand with a toy shovel; and the patient efforts of Thomas Wood Stevens to show a cringing group including Harry FitzSimons and Riq how to act as credible Federal Agents. We don't know how the films came out, but it was a swell party, even the weather turning out properly after a forbidding overture; though Herbert Hyde still insisted that had it rained he would have, as they do in Sweden, let it rain. Secret of Success A YOUNG friend with lit'ry aspir ations, flushed by his success at making the "columns," lately decided his apprentice days were over and sent out his next batch of thoughts to the regular magazine editors. The MSS. all came back with the customary ap plause cards. So far, of course, the story is sad and typical. But our friend's conse quent resolution is unique in its heroic C. J. Ihillict, editor of The Chicago Daily Post's Art World and author of numerous books, is shown cud- dlinq Salcia Hahnc and Rifka Angel on knees that have never bowed to the stem command of (onservatism. ingenuity. He has never, despite his host of column contributions, written a line of verse. He is going to try, now, to write poetry. Why? Because, on looking up the record of all the present professional writers, he discovered nine out of ten of them began their careers as amateur poets. "1 can't explain it," he tells us, "but from Mencken down, all you successful authors started as bards. I'm going to bv a bard for a while, if it kills me." Commending his powers of observa tion, his courage and his industry, we kindly explained the phenomenon. "I think," we told him, "you are right. The thing to do is to deluge the editors with verse, whether rhymed or free. Keep this up for at least two years. Then switch to prose. The editors will then be so glad you have quit writing verse that they will immediately print your prose in large and profitable quantities." w« Shoe Song THEME SONG for the shoe indus try, and actually heard by How ard Mann as a melody somebody thought right for a boot and slipp?r hour on the radio: Dancing with Tears in My Eyes. ll 'onders of Psychiatry "I WAS telling Dr. Neymann of I the Qx)k G)unty Psychopathic Hospital (he'd just concluded an ad- / he Rev. St. John 'fucker, arbiter of such artistic matters as claim printed attention of The Chicago Hi-rakl-Examincr, is caught in the very act of preserving a proper parity between the embattled ex treme ties. TUECUICAGOAN 17 dress on introverts and extroverts) of the pigs-being-left-handed episode," narrates Philip Morris, "when an earn est student approached the doctor and unfolded a sad tale. He could not sleep at night, and had gone to a psychiatrist. " 'What is the color of your window shade,' inquired the eminent medic " 'Yellow,' answered the bewildered student. " 'Well,' welled the learned mentai- ist, 'change it to green." "The perplexed student went on to tell Dr. Neymann that he had changed the shade but still was a fitful sleeper. He asked the doc what he would advise. " 'Simple enough,' Dr. Neymann answered. 'Leave the curtain up.' " Our Mr. Morris then went home and read Variety to the effect that the country's movie houses are not so well filled this season. Mr. Morris has fig ured out the reason for this. In the old days, he thinks, producers were not above plastering their stars with cus tard pies, but the years brought the idea the movie was an art and pie- throwing was lowbrow. "So," concludes our thoughtful cli ent, "the producers substituted sex for LO, THE CRITICS By S ANDOK 7 HEME: M. Sandor, displaying a dar ing notable in even so courageous and unrestrained a disciple of the modernc, has caught with his incredibly szvift tech nique the art critics of the 'J 'own, adding just a touch of the cartoon to augment his linear eloquence. Eleanor J civet t, art editor of The Chicago Tribune, quite frankly and consistently tips the scale in favor of the formal, a policy deliberately chosen and pursued with the calm assurance of eight hundred thou sand readers. pic, and sex has lost, as it always does. I suggest they change back to pic, the only really plastic medium." Colloquy ivith a "Bee Do not leave me. bumbling Bcc. Weave your enchantment over me. My /light is really a pretty thing But I can sting. Dear. I can sting! There's little honey here, instead I am bashing in a flower bed. With lady-bugs marching ran\ and file Across my tummy, mile on mile: And though I blister joint by shin, I am acquiring a sun'tan s\in! Still you'll find it pleasant to be grass grow ing And brown roots under and a gold wind blowing. I'll come tomorrow and surely find A sunflower sprouting from your mind! — Mildred Fowler Field. zA Lesson in Refrigeration THEN there's the neighbor lady who decided to sublease her apart ment during an extended trip abroad. She put an ad in the paper, and the Marguerite Williams of The Chi cago Daily News, is accorded little space for her criticism and so does what may be done to make everyone feel ivell used by writing pieces that are small, naturally phrased, and critically nice. first prospect who answered signed up at once — an unusual story in itself. So our friend showed him the electric re frigerator and carefully explained how to use and care for it. The new tenant listened with obvious intelligence, which encouraged her to make the lecture a thorough one. When she had finally explained all the scientific angles of the invention, the tenant nodded his approbation and said, "Have no fears, madam. We had one just like this in our former place, ex cept that it was twice as large a model." •The Book Market OUR CARTOON today, had we not once studied cartooning for a month, would simply show the deep thought on the part of a book investor, who some time back had bought up quite a lot of those nickel books "be fore they go up to a dime," on now discovering they're retailing at thirty for the dollar . . . And this, if we're any judge of the lit'ry ticker, should be the time to invest in thirty copies of Number 475, whose title is How to Develop a Sense of Humor. What a book to give a friend on his birthday! Zuppke as Music Critic IT WAS between halves at an Illinios football game, Fred Lowenthal tells us. Added to the usual maneuvers of the band and the customary student choruses, a gentleman named Tito Schipa had been brought down to lead the loyal singing. /. Z. Jacobson, who writes for this fortnightly its occasional column of art comment, is fitted out with wings and halo for reasons we wat not of but decline to be restrained from guessing. 18 THE CHICAGOAN Zuppke, busy giving his energetic commands, entreaties and strategies to the team for their use in the impending second half, suddenly became conscious of the musical background accompany ing his eloquence. "Gott!" cried Zuppke, "there's some student has a good voice!" 1 'Secret Six" Unmasked DECIDING it was our duty, if any body's, to interview the recently famous "Secret Six" and publish all to a waiting city, we descended into the tunnel system, allowed our eyes to be blindfolded, and rode for incalculable miles through the living rock till the car stopped and we were taken up winding stone stairs, slippery with a sinister red substance, and into a sub terranean panelled room in a building which shall be nameless (probably the Hearst building). Our blindfold was then removed, this formality being insisted on although it was made of cellophane anyway, and we beheld a dark group in black robes gathered about a long table of Spanish oak. Each was masked to the very gills. Q. — So you are the Secret Six. How many are you in number? A. — That is something that is never to be divulged. Q- — Turn around so I can see if you wear numbers on your backs. A. — We will not. Q. — You refuse to turn around so I can see if you wear numbers on your backs? A. — Yes. Walk around us if you want to. Q. — I'm afraid to walk around you. A. — Then don't. Q. — This is quite a nice room you meet in. I suppose on week-ends you meet in the country. What do you do when you meet in the country? A. — We pick up secret sticks. Q. — May I quote you on this? A.— No. Q. — I haven't the slightest idea what the duties of the Secret Six are, but what would you think if I should say something to the effect that, no mat ter how thin you slice it, it is still Capone? A. — (A secret hiss was the answer.) Q. — What is your theme song? A. — Hiss Me Again. Q. — I don't think you are the Secret Six at all, I think you are just a bunch of artists who are planning to publish a new magazine. What is its name? A. — Six Secrets, of course. Q. — Are you, as a matter of fact, the Secret Six? A.— No. The Secret Six then gave the club yell, which consists of reciting The Three Trees twice, and we left the studio convinced that we, too, could have clean, pearly teeth if we had a Scotch accent and whistled A Cottage for Sale twice a day by authority of the federal radio commission. in The Dernier Cri of the Theremin THE inventor of the flutter- voiced Squickle, the eerie note of the Wheedle and the deep, hoarse call of the Bulldad is not the man to turn up his ear at another newfangled musical instrument. Still, we can't quite de cide about the Theremin, endorsed by Leopold Stokowski and Harpo Marx, and now on popular sale. It has a nice full sonority in most of its ample range, sounds to us like a sort of cross between the cello and the Frisco song whistle of ten years ago, and our guess is maybe it's just what Hawaiian music- has waited for all these centuries. We like it better than the Vibraharp, and it ought to be great fun to play a Theremin; we know no other instru ment you can get results out of by just making passes at it without ever really hitting it. Yet, frankly, we wonder if its melody isn't just a bit lacking in warmth: no mad yearning of a tender and tropical passion; just a bigger and better musical saw working by lamps. Maybe we're wrong about this; if we didn't know how it worked (as if we did) we might think it sounded more affectionate. Anyway it's still right for expressing the cold, correct soul of this great engineering age, and nobody can call it immoral when we're around. The Theremin has come to stay, and so far it isn't portable. That's some thing, with the vacation season at the screen door. \ar\ Qoldfishings CHANGING the name Benedic tine on American imitations to Bernardine, on complaint of the French monks who make the original nectar; and the discovery by M. 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The indignant complaint of the workman turning up soil for the fair Administration building that he had carried this very dirt to the lake front from the Union Station site ten years before, and would likely have to dig it up somewhere else in 1940 . . . "Mel-O-Dec," Dick Little's star ex-con- trib, playing the Pagan Love Song for Riq on a surprised piano . . . Vera Ballou, formerly with the U. of C. Press, now the first eyes to read your MS. sent to The Hew Republic . . . Clark Rodenbach of the Hews get ting the Variety salute as Chicago and New York's best movie guesser for the year; reminding us of the historic bridge game in which Rodey was our partner and the game ended up in the Iroquois Memorial Hospital . . . Philip Morris (yes, again) : "You have so much influence as a propa gandist I am going to turn over to you something that needs crusading. There isn't a restaurant I know of in Town where you can order poached eggs without getting water in the bot tom of the platter. I'll be willing to forego parsley sprigs for ten years to come if you can make the Chicago restaurants safe for dry eggs!" . . . Pablo S. Katigbak, Filipino member of the Hews staff, denies that he ever did at any time in the past write free verse or ever will and certifies this denial to be "absolutely correct" . . . The visit ing magician of Fred Lowenthal's tale, who to please his host's little boy brought a rabbit out of thin air. "I wanted a bigger rabbit," cried the out raged lad . . . TI4C CHICAGOAN 19 CHICAGOANS Beyond the Bridge HE sits down between Lew Sarett and Phil Davis and lights a ciga rette and listens. Richard, the literary waiter, bends down to say "Have you decided?" He says "I think I would like to try that — the baked ham and corn fritters." "The tongue is very good today." "I would like to try the ham and corn fritters." "You would like the tongue. It is very good today." "I would like the ham and corn fritters." "Yes, sir. I will bring you the tongue." So Richard puts a thick platter in front of him and he regards the dark meat and that famous sauce and the two slices from an orange, and he eats. He smiles. "The tongue is very good today." He eats and listens and talks a little and a lot of people tell him about writ ing and how to write a book and what to put into it and what will sell and what is style. At last he says "I must get back to the University" and he goes away. "Who was that new man?" Richard asks confidentially. "Thornton Wilder. He wrote . . ." "Of course. Thank you." Richard will have his famous auto graph book ready, the next time Thorn ton Wilder comes to join the Saturday gathering. Meanwhile he confides "I am glad he liked the tongue." HE lives in the visiting preacher's suite at the University of Chi cago, and every day he talks before one hundred and fifteen young men and women who hope they are going to write better than anybody ever wrote before. He goes to church every Sun day, he is a practising Christian. He does not want money. He spends all his days talking to people and listening to them talk, and most of the time he is listening. He was a schoolmaster when he wrote The Bridge of San Luis Rey (wrote it with such unaffected casual- ness that the first half of the book was in type before he had decided who Thornton Wilder should be the fifth to fall off the Bridge) ; he is still a schoolmaster and he intends to go on being one. He is a writer who writes only when his mind tells him to, when the sub conscious telegraphs "I'm ready. Let's go" He has a horror of being looked up to or bowed down to, he has a con science and he does not hide it, he has a faith and knows that it helps, he does not want to live in Europe and ex change congratulations with the ex patriates, although he likes beer and be lieves that Munich is the best city in the world. He wants to know all about America, and he says that when he has walked across enough vacant lots and seen enough railway junctions at three in the morning and eaten enough hot dogs and heard enough American peo ple talk he is going to write his new novel, which will be about the America of this year. He will not write this book until his subconscious is ready. Not if that time is a year or ten years away. Meanwhile, he is at work on a whole group of plays, he has envisioned his ideal repertory company, he may yet bring his chosen actors together and become an author-manager, because he is the kind of quiet thin man who does what he plans to do. Meanwhile, he goes around Chicago looking at everything in the city and listening to all the people, and he is coming back to the University of Chi cago in the fall to teach more young people what they can learn from him about writing— and to learn all he can from them. HE teaches school because he wants to. "I have a New England conscience which makes duty — not in the ugly sense — and routine, almost necessities." He asked himself "In what stratum of society should an artist live?" He answered "There is nothing in being a Paris expatriate. And what we call 'society' is too often vitiated by a mixture of distrust and regard for a 'printed author.' And retirement to a Monterey island or a shack in Maine is not sufficiently rich in human con tacts." He concluded "The academic life is the only one in which they forget after five minutes that you are an au thor." He accepted the amazing suc cess of his books as only a pleasant windfall, and was unperturbed and unimpressed. He went on teaching school. And he belongs in a schoolroom. At the University of Chicago, students who got into his "picked class" of fif teen, studying advanced composition under his shy leadership, swear by him and frankly adore him, but they ask earnestly of strangers "Do you think he is serious?" They are not willing to accept the simple truth that a man who writes best-sellers which are also works of art could possibly listen to their half- born phrases with more than a gentle man's kind tolerance. They miss the point. For the sudden exquisite clang of two words that rings in a chorus of reedy emptiness, the story of the sur vival of Irish art as Jack Brady tells it in quick sentences, or the smooth finality with which Mei Lan Fang spreads out his precious hands, or the clipped old words of the barkeep in a Canal street speakeasy — all these are equally important to Thornton Wilder because, having made himself famous 20 THE CHICAGOAN The charm and personality of this World Cruise ship Charm and personality belong not only to enchanting people ... a snip can possess them too . . . the Franconia does! . . . 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Also Westward Around the World In the Samaria Sailing from New York Dae. 3 Literature and full Information from your local agent or by writing about people in costumes, he is now going about the business of learning to write about people wearing forty dollar business suits and sixty dol lar ensembles. And — more vital — be cause the people are important and would be important if he never wrote a line. "The great problem that fascinates me and alarms me is that of writing on an American subject. It is easy enough to write a costume novel embodying both abstract ideal and human emotion. But imagine a novel with doorbells and railway trains and all the rest! Now I have been on two lecture tours, and I know the junctions and the hot dog stands and the little towns, and I have taken long walks across vacant lots. from San Diego to Atlanta, and what I want to write is a picturesque novel about the backstairs of America." He will do it. There is an odd sim ple finality about what he says. When he tells you that he knows his ideal repertory company, that it would in clude Haidee Wright, Walter Huston, and Edith Evans ("in my opinion, the greatest actress on the English-speaking stage"), and when he says "I would like to write six plays, each for six characters, always with a part for one old man, one old woman, one blonde heroine, and so on — following the Italian form as it has always existed," you are almost certain that the com pany already is at work. "I have a lot of plays, done before I came of age, which are still living themes to be reshaped." By the end of the summer, many of the parts will be worked into shape. Perhaps there will be one finished play. There may be more. And the novel, which he says would be like Gogol's Dead Souls and yet not like. And his lectures. And conversations. All these things are on his schedule but without anything being fixed or absolute. And he is not impressed. HE has never worried about writing and he will never worry about it. "Before I decided who should be the fifth to fall off the Bridge, half of the novel was set up. And only the ob stinacy of human pride prevented me from agreeing at once that it should be ?.. boy. "I shall never believe in permitting fear of a theme to dictate its own ful fillment. I must not interfere with the growth of a theme. Perhaps in its own good time the subsconcious aends up a signal saying 'Let's start.' Meanwhile, the conscious mind is employed and (I hope) usefully, letting the subconscious go about its own business in its own way." He quotes from the preface to The Angel That Troubled the Waters. "The impulse to write springs from a curiosity about human beings, pushed to such an extent that it seems to be affection, and (part two) an affection for the international classics of litera ture so great that it has all the elements of curiosity. Part one gives you your subject matter, part two gives you your technique." As simple as that. He has always written, always in tended to write; he has never made himself write or said "You must be working on your opus." So The Cabala (still in many ways his most important work) was set down in small pieces as he found the time and the desire to write it. It came out of a year spent in Rome, where he went to teach in the American Academy ("be cause at that time there were thirty lira to a dollar"), but where instead he sallied into the town and mingled with the people and learned them as now he is learning the people of Chicago. IT is odd, considering his fame, that so little is known about this man. Yet it came as a surprise (I cannot quite tell you why) to have him say that when he was born his father was the editor of the Madison, Wisconsin, State Journal; to have him explain that, taken to China when he was nine, he was put into a German mission school (where I think he must have begun to learn the marvelous fluency with which he speaks the German tongue) ; to have him explain that he is an Oberlin graduate and that when he was a fresh man there Robert Maynard Hutchins (who is now president of the school in which he lectures) was president of his class. Somehow the idea has gotten around that Thornton Wilder is English, or else the product of a half-English, half- "continental" culture. He is nothing of the sort. He is ardently, insistently, American; definitely mid-western, defi nitely a puritan. "I am sentimental. The Victorian- Protestant upbringing sends children either into an intense, flippant, brilliant mood of protest, or it retains them in what the radicals call sentimentalism. I am a sentimentalist. The thing that FUE CHICAGOAN One of the world's fine restaurants announces a luncheon and a dinner for Epicures, at prices usually associated with food that is merely ordinary. Luncheon*^ Dinner $1^ saved me from the intense bitter pre occupation of a Julian Green is the buoyancy of health of an unfatigued human being." Again "I am green. There is so much that I am just learning." Again "I have all the stereotyped virtues." Again "Bring two more, waiter." ON Sunday he is in church (it was John Farrar, his good friend, who wrote "Thornton Wilder is the only young American writer I know who is a believing Christian"). At night his conscience and also his interest sends him to correct papers earnestly, care fully, considerately. Each day he teaches a class of one hundred all they can absorb about the classics of an tiquity and the renaissance. Each day he teaches the fifteen in his picked class all they can absorb about the art of writing. Afternoons, he is in the loop, stop ping in a little restaurant, walking through a store, looking at a book, meeting on the street some boy who was his pupil at Lawrenceville before The Bridge of San Luis Rey changed all things. He sets aside no hour each day for writing, no time for inviting his soul. He knows that at certain times it is better for him to be alone; there is no fuss about this; at these hours he simply goes away, and he does nothing at all, or he reads, or he writes. For years he ran three miles a day. "After my bespectacled bookworm boy hood I burst first into considered ex ercise, because I needed it, and then into an enthusiasm for exercise for its own sake." He knows a great deal about ath letics, he is of course a sincere friend of Gene Tunney, he can make you feel within five minutes a hot shame if you have ever accepted the sporting page portrait of that unfortunate ex-cham pion at its face. He has never seen a prizefight, but a Chicago radio an nouncer is taking him to see one soon He is a friend of Texas Guinan be cause she is a definite sort of person who stands up straight and talks loudlv and is sure about herself. He has all sorts of friends and they are equally important. AND from all this, what? Only, I think, that Thornton Wilder is the freest great man I ever [continued on page 37} — "where Chicago dines her Guests" 22 TI4Q CHICAGOAN •naii ¦ g 1 y fil J^Bl. mnething NEW vacation trips to or from California -New York— Havana— Panama Canal — all on one glorious water and rail round trip tour from Chicago. The great American vacation ! 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Panama Pacific "*'*¦ all n b w TIC STEAMfckS INTERNATIONAL MERCANTILE MARINE COMPANY lh Sports T The So-Called Heavyweight By WARREN BROWN HOSE in the immediate vicinity Seven hundred and fifty thousand of a ring in New Orleans, on dollars worth of paying guests saw the Sept. 7, 1892, might have heard a portly old citizen gasp out at the ex piration of the twenty-first round: "H"%G?!!%$, the championship still remains in America." Maybe it's just as well, my friends, that the author of this speech has passed on. What John L. Sullivan, in good voice, might have to say about the heavyweight championship situa tion of the present era would make a volume that would tax the sales' rec ords of Ex-Wife, Ex-HiOband, Ex-Mis tress, and so on, Ex-finitum (or is it Ex-finito?). For John L. was that kind of "Ex-champion." The championship, such as it is, now rests with a German. Making threat- last meeting of these strange creatures and were rewarded with one whole soulcd punch, and that as low as the deepest diggings ever touched by a tumbling stock market. In all the crowd of heavyweights, champion down to the lowliest challenger (who is Scott, of course, who fights invariably with his back to the floor, as do all the British heavyweights) there is none with heroic proportions. There isn't even one that can be hated, as Dempsey was during those dark months of his early championship career; there isn't one who can pro voke irritation, as Tunney did, when he forgot that there had been a Cor- bett champion and traded on the gen- ening gestures, the last one of which tlemanly and quasi -cultured complex as was low, is a Lithuanian-American. Over the short wave length, and plain tively squeaking in the reception, comes a succession of moans of "Foul!" Your announcer is Phil Scott, of His Maj esty's Rug Clutchers. something new and original; there isn't one that can be harassed, as Johnson was and probably should have been; there isn't one as mis-shapen as Fitz; there isn't one as untameable as Jeff; there isn't one with a command of Hovering in the vicinity of the box torrid language, such as Sullivan. office are a Norwegian, an Argentinian, All this could be forgiven, all this and an Italian. !["%#!!%$, but it might even be forgotten, if there were looks like a hcluva long time, John L., one in all the company of modern before the championship comes back to heavyweights who could actually fightf America. CHMELING, the champion— or chumpion, if you prefer — has pos- SULLIVAN, the rough, tough, great est of all the champions of the Dark Ages. Then Corbett, the First Gentleman of the Prize Ring. Fitz- simmons, next, a physical freak but a devasting puncher. Jcfferics, the Cave quired in heavyweight champions, be* Man. Johnson, the Dark Cloud. Wil- fore they began to pay off lard, the White Hope who found the Cloud's silver lining. Dempsey, the Throw-back to Sullivan. Tunney. (Backward, turn backward, O time, in thy flight!) And now Schmeling, whose title claims belie the German instructor's mandate that the name is pronounced "Schmay-ling." Louder, these heavy weights of 1930, louder, and funnier. sibilities. But it's a strange state of affairs when a man gets to the top of any heap on possibilities. Realities, from Sullivan to Tunney, were re Sharkey, the Luckless Lith, may be the best of them all, but the jury is still out. And if I know my heavy* weight juries, it is out scraping up the necessary million dollars, or a great per* centage of it, which will go to make the next meeting of these heavyweights a financial if not an artistic success. When Tunney, champion by direct descent, and also by the slowest ascent TWE CHICAGOAN 23 ever taken from a ring canvas, an nounced that he did not choose to run any more a condition of chaos was pre valent in the heavyweight situation. Chaos in the heavyweight situation means that no promoter is able to put his finger without delay upon two war riors and have immediate assurance that their enterprise will produce the million dollar gates which became more or less a habit since Dempsey crawled out from beneath his private box car and set about the business of remodel ing other men's noses, and having his own re-shaped. Since Dempsey passed on, men have been looking under box cars, behind plows, on seats of trucks, in the ranks of the hammer throwers and shot putters, everywhere, it seems, save in the jockey room, for a man with a punch. The heavyweight situa tion demanded the presence of one who could turn opponents inside out. THAT search has been going on now for practically four years, and it has invaded most of the coun tries of Europe, South America, and has touched Australia and New Zea land, though the latter touch was the retiring Tunney 's own idea and estab lished, among other things, that it was possible to lose more money in the pro motion of one of these modern cham pionships than John L. and quite a few of those who came after him ever drew in any two of their championship en gagements. The search brought out boxers and bruisers. It brought out statesmen and orators. It brought out good look ing men and ugly men. But it brought out no punchers. While Babe Ruth and his numerous imitators were hitting harder and farther than they had ever Jiit before, and the populace was clamoring for a halt to all the walloping, the heavy weights were unable to do much more than beat out an occasional bunt. I have thought, at times, of petition ing Sir Oliver Lodge, or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who go in for such things, to get in communication with the shade of John L., and find out what he thinks about it, now that a German is world's heavyweight cham pion. But this would be next to useless. Up from the floor would come that plaintive squeak of your announcer, Phil Scott: "Foul!" Blime, if the whole heavyweight sit uation isn't foul! 7WCG&GATI91I There's a primitive something in us that tingles at the glamorous word . . .AFRICA. Tomtoms throbbing in the bush . . . the bark of a baboon . . . the grunt of a hippo ... the calm majesty of the veldt ... the wild rugged- ness of mountains. In the heart of its siren wildness, steam shovels clang, blasting reverberates. Men are wrest ing Africa's wealth of gold and diamonds from her. 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Street Scene: Keenly photo graphic picture of New York tenement life. Faithful portrayal of city types by excellent cast. A fine native drama. 3. Let Us Be Gay: High comedy, fairly comparable to the best English and Continental standards. Wise and sparkling. Smoothly acted, with em phasis on the work of Francinc Larri- more and Charlotte Granville. 4. Strange Interlude: An excursion into unconventional stage technique and subterranean Freudism. Much powerful drama discernible through pretentious bunk. 5. The First Mrs. Fraser: To May- fair what Let Us Be Gay is to Long Island. Competently acted by Grace George and A. E. Matthews. 6. The Ma\ropoulos Secret: Fan tastic flight of imagination from the Hungarian. Effectively produced with moderne stylization. R. V. R. by the same author was similarly effective. 7. Caprice: Worldly spicincss from Vienna, gorgeously acted by Alfred Lunt, Lynne Fontanne and Douglass Montgomery. Some might prefer Candle-Ltght. 8. June Moon: Mordant joshing of Tin Pan Alley. A search-light on an amusing corner of the American scene. 9. Sherloc\ Holmes: The return of William Gillette a great event in the theater. Classic melodrama, creaky but still kicking. Hubert Osborne, now directing genius oj the now more or less serene Goodman. 10. Tour Uncle Dudley: This choice will offend the highbrows, but the com edy was rollicking fun at the expense of the hxibus Americanus, Mrs. Jacques Martin's acting alone worth the price of admission. SOME brow puckering was necessary in determining the foregoing list. The task of weighing the musical plays is not so onerous unless one scratches the head to find ten worthy of mention. 1. Show Boat: The acme of oper etta. This show had everything, a mel lifluous score, a bully story and a well nigh perfect cast. 2. The Little Show: A house- broken revue with a flower in its but tonhole. Stylish stuff. 3. Blackbirds. Noisy Ethiopians in their native mood. Highpowered and speedy. 4. The Hew Moon: A luxurious operetta, colorful in setting and story and whistleable in tunes. 5. One Wonderful Hight: The stage revolving some excellent singers. A score of surpassing quality. 6. Hina Rosa: Ornate operetta in the Romberg manner, not so good as some of its predecessors. 7. The Street Singer: Fast moving musical comedy. Qucenie Smith did herself proud. 8. Whoopee: Lifted above its in- TWE04ICAG0AN 25 trinsic merit by Eddie Cantor. 9. A Hight in Venice: Chosen be cause to me Ted Healy is funnier than all the four Marx Brothers. 10. The Merry Widow: The best of the numerous revivals wins only by a nose from Haughty Marietta and Mile. Modiste. A REVIEWER would need be as cock-sure as George Jean Nathan to attempt to pick out the ten best pieces of individual acting during any given season. Nor is there much point in informing the theater-going public that Ethel Barrymore, William Gillette, Otis Skinner, Richard Bennett, Alfred Lunt and Katherine Cornell arc good actors. There are, however, always flashes of outstanding ability among the lesser luminaries of the stage. With the full realization that the list is hope lessly incomplete, herewith ten char acterizations which particularly de lighted this reviewer: 1. Reginald Mason as Lieutenant Osborne in Journey's End: A middle- aged schoolmaster at war. Command ing deep sympathy and respect. 2. Douglass Montgomery as the ado lescent son in Caprice: Growing pains delightfully delineated. 3. Carol Goodner in The First Mrs. Fraser: A remarkably good perform ance of a hard and glittering young woman. 4. Ellen Root as the three hundred year old harlot in The Ma\ropoulos Secret: A finely drawn conception of a fantastic character. 5. Tom Powers as Charley in Strange Interlude: The most believ able character in the play. Remark ably subtle portrayal of futility. 6. David Landau as the murderer in Street Scene: A vivid hard-hitting characterization. 7. Dorothy Sands as the worldly mother in Many-a-Slip: Charming and sophisticated. 8. Reginald Owen as Prince Rudolf in Candle-Light: Cleverly shaded work as a blase man of the world. 9. Mary Phillips as the tough chorus girl in Gambling: The actress made the type vastly amusing and tough without being vulgar. 10. Jessie Royce Landis as Leila Mac in Solid South: Charmingly satirical picture of Southern charm. We can now look forward to the season of 1930-31 with a clear con science. Wedding Procession (Bali) ONLY ONE CRUISE • ••to these strange Pacific lands! The Great MALOLO noses into 19 ports in 12 far countries All around the Pacific — in one luxurious cruise! The 23,000 ton Malolo now offers you this rare trip, to 19 strange ports where breath taking sights and adventures await you. You'll reach Macassar in Celebes when orchids are blooming and the soft tropical springtime fills the streets with mystic pagan festivals. 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As membership is limited, ask to day for folders at Matson Line, American Ex press Co. or your travel agency. 26 THE CHICAGOAN Where Summer Living Is a Pleasure Immediately upon the shore of Lake Michigan, facing East End Park and situated in the cen ter of several acres of cool lawn, gues(J6» can conveniently enjoy swimming, boating, tennis, golf and horseback rid ing. A completely equipped children's playground is main tained on the Hotel property. Varied forms of amuse ment and entertain ment are a regular part of the summer program for guests. Nine minutes from the theatre and shopping center by Illinois Central Electric (300 trains daily) . Convenient garage accommoda tions. 600 large, light, airy rooms with an unobstructed view of Lake Michigan. iflt CHICAGOBEACH "^HOTEL HYDE PARK BLVD. on the La\e CHICAGO, ILL. TheCi inema The Little Cinema Idea By WILLIAM R. WEAVER THE little cinema idea is essentially good. Further, it is better now than it has ever been and signs are that it will be better tomorrow than today. But the little cinema idea that is good has more to do with cinema and less with ceremony than have any of the at tempted practical applications of the idea thus far. The little cinema, like the big one, must regard as its principal function the exhibition of motion pictures that warrant the attention of the clientele invited. This the large theater does, exhibiting a program gauged to mass comprehension and inviting a mass au dience to see it. This the little cinema does also, within the limit of its ability, but its ability has been distinctly limited until now. Only when a famous di rector has been permitted by indulgent employers to manufacture a motion picture incapable of producing a sub stantial revenue through mass exhibi tion has the little cinema been provided with meritorious program material. These occasions are rare; consequently the little cinema, however highly in spired and of however noble intent, has had to invest distinctly third'rate pro gram material with an exhibition at mosphere that is sometimes successfully palmed off as screen entertainment. Most of it is bunk. Now, however, prospects are bright er. It costs less money to produce a Journey's End with dialogue than with out, enough less so that such pictures can be made with the purpose of little cinema exhibition in mind. The Man from Blan\ley's, a John Barrymore comedy without what is called mob ap peal, is a production of like suitability. A supply of this kind of material, not necessarily a voluminous supply, is what has been needed for the genuine success of the little cinema idea. It is at hand. I dare say that these two produc tions, properly exhibited in a little cinema properly equipped and main tained, would serve program needs for three or four months. I dare say, too, that Messrs. Balaban and Katz are aware of this fact, as they are of just about all the facts pertaining to motion Naney Carroll, a grown-up and gra- eious emotionalist in The Devil's Holiday, a drama mature beyond titular and stellar suggestion. pictures and their exhibition. And I don't mind adding that, in my some what experienced opinion, these fre quently kidded but eminently knowing gentlemen would do handsomely by the job of providing little cinema entertain ment in the Town should they set their hand to it. I earnestly suggest that they do so. MEANWHILE, The Man from Blan\ley's is that dear old com edy about the supposedly employed guest who turns the dinner party up side down and proves not to be the employed person after all. It's English, it's Barrymore, it's swift, sometimes subtle, always clever, a distinctive com edy well worth trailing to whatever small theater in the neighborhood may risk its exhibition. It's of too intellec tual cut for the big houses. ?Miss Carroll's Error NANCY CARROLL is not to be blamed if the boys and girls who loved her in jazz plots about synco pated collegians walk away from her excellent acting in The Devil's Holi- TI4E CHICAGOAN 27 day. The plot is not especially fresh, one of those things about the honest gold digger whose father-in-law doesn't understand, but an especially compe tent cast assists and an intelligent di rector has relieved most of the strains upon credulity. Miss Carroll is excellent as the gold digger. Ned Sparks is a strong char acter in support, as is Hobart Bosworth in what might be termed opposition. The play is worth an evening. cJftfr. Rogers at Home THEY seem to have found a home for Buddy Rogers. I mean a type of picture in which he passes nicely, naturally, acts as he is supposed to act and yet as he quite believably may. It is called Safety in Humbers and proves, of course, that there isn't. Mr. Rogers enters the picture as a young man about to inherit twenty- five million dollars, is sent to the city to learn from three trustworthy ladies of the chorus what to do with it, and ends the picture with the learning well in hand. It's all very light, amusing, pleasant . . . nothing to come down town for but a good alibi for cooling off in the neighborhood cinema. *Mr. Powell Slips WILLIAM POWELL, after graduating gracefully from the Philo Vance character to the stimulat ing Natural Davis of The Street of Chance, loses ground in The Shadow of the Law. Mr. Powell is no less the actor, does no less well what is given him to do, but the story has seen vete ran service and wasn't a thing to write home about in its maiden unveilment. It should not be chalked up against Mr. Powell, however. The scouts tell me that box office news pertaining to The Street of Chance was golden. For tunately, Mr. Powell is employed by a producer who knows what to do next in a case like that. zAnd J'/ien, Too OTHER pictures encountered in a warm fortnight are The Arizona Kid, In Gay Madrid and Paramount on Parade. In the first, Warner Baxter is as of In Old Arizona and the picture is a worthy companion piece. In the second, Ramon Novarro sings more and better but has less and worse to sing about. The third is by far the best of the musical revues that have been produced and affords as pleasant an hour as might be wished for, plus the plotlessness that makes leavetaking a matter of no regret. 28 THE CHICAGOAN MUSIC Remains the Fashion Newly-weds take as much delight in the radios they purchase here as they did when music from waxen cylinders came through the morning glory horn of the grapho- phones we sold them Musical Notes "The Sunken Bell" Rings in the Ravinia Season By ROBERT I'OLLAK WITH every scat in the shelter filled and hundreds milling around outside, the opera in the woods inaugurated its regular summer season last Saturday night. Contrary to long established custom it did not rain. Neither was it too hot or too cold. A few alien and uninformed mosquitoes drifted in from Lake Forest but they bit mildly and infrequently. The flash light photographers took a shot or two. Louis Eckstein made a short speech and Otto Kahn made a long one. Both were inaudible but the twin impresarios got a big hand and the orchestra joined in with a mellow tusch. And incident ally there was a four act opera, La Campana Sommersa, starring those two Ravinia veterans, Martinelli and Roth- berg, with Conductor Papi back at the podium, waving an expert baton. Respighi's music-drama left me fog bound the first time I heard it. What one got from it was a very definite sense of power and the knowledge that its score was assembled by an expert in the idioms of modern composition. On rehearing its outlines become simpler and, to a certain degree, less satisfying emotionally. For those who hold that, because the institution of opera is naive its stories should be simple and ingenu ous also, the murky symbolism of Hauptmann's play can scarcely be sat isfying translated into musical terms. To be sure La Campana Sommersa can be described as a fairy opera, but hard ly one in the category of Hansel and Cretel or The Snoto Maiden where touching and tender story is that and nothing more. Respighi and his libret tist, a few principals and perhaps a handful of customers in every audience are aware of what Herr Hauptmann was driving at. The rest grope through a confused program synopsis involving pixie maidens, water sprites and German villagers in a confusing melange. Reconsidering THE Italian's score now seems singularly uneven. The choral writing at the end of the first act is carried off with great magnificence but I lie ahvays competent Martinelli, a surdy figure and a robust voice in the opening exercises at Ravinia. its orchestral accompaniment is con cerned with a typical Irish rhythmical pattern that seems peculiarly inappro priate. Some of the music of love between Heinrich and Rautendelein borders on the sickly. On the other hand the opera is never too massively scored in spite of Respighi's obvious fondness for large effects. When Rautendelein abandons the lugubrious water sprite to take service in the village the solo Eng lish horn sings with doleful eloquence much as it does for Tristan on his death-bed. The personality of the Priest is invariably reinforced with huge chord blocks in the orchestra strongly suggestive of plain-song in their modality. And, in a great third act climax, the harassed Heinrich voices his sorrow and confusion in sur passingly lovely song. But perhaps the most remarkable thing about this score is the vocal part that fortunately falls to Rethberg. It would have been easy for anyone as skilful as Respighi to have made this part humanly beautiful. But it is not human singing that she does, for Rau tendelein is half fairy. Under the hand of the composer the voice here takes on the quality of an orchestral instrument, usually a reed. It sighs, cavorts, trills, murmurs in its devilishly difficult ca reer and it is most thrilling when it is not clothed in the superfluous garments THE CHICAGOAN of words. This technique, undoubtedly completely conscious on the part of the composer, results in unearthly cadences. ''The Performers THE Ravinia performance was much as last year. Martinelli and Rethberg sang gloriously, as did that grand artist Lazzari. Minor parts were capably handled by Maxwell, D'An- gelo and Oliviero. Basiola looked suf- ficently dank as he intermittently chanted that brek-ke-co-ax so dear to Aristophanes and all loyal men of Yale. A lady named Lola Monti - Grosey again twisted her way through the part of Heinrich's spouse. Her no tion of acting seems to have been gained from constant use of the Wallace records. The mise-en-scene, not unlike that of every other opera house in the coun try, was singularly inadequate. It scarcely dovetailed with the spirit of The Sun\en Bell but, at that, it was much better than it would have been at the Civic Opera. And while we are being ill-natured why can't the Ravinia management put up a bar at the back of the auditorium to prevent people from scrambling wildly for trains and automobiles during the last fifteen minutes of every performance. These speed merchants are, it seems to me, inexcusably rude to the singers and to the rest of the clients. They should either leave at an intermission or be bolted in. Skalski in Knee- Breeches LAST item of the Skalski season. m Some months ago the Polish maes tro decided that he wanted to conduct an opera. He had produced Haydn's "Apothecary" in England. In fact he had made the English version of it. When Skalski wants to do something he does it. The musical community has learned that already. So he assembled the cream of his orchestra and a nice lot of young principals, dressed every body up in eighteenth century cos tumes, and put on an evening with Papa Haydn at the Goodman Theatre. The one-actor was preceded by the "Farewell" Symphony and two vocal ensembles sung by an energetic choir. Although the night was hot and the musical season officially defunct the house was filled and everybody had a good time. WHEN WILL YOU NEED A LARGER BAG? NEVER— for that's the beauty of owning a Revelation. It fits the needs of today and, if tomorrow brings a demand for a case to carry twice the amount, your original case is not outgrown nor are you put to the expense of a new and larger piece of luggage. The patented construction of every Revelation permits it to be expanded to meet any new demands made upon it — 14 sizes, all in one travel case. Compared with fixed-capacity luggage, the Revelation idea proves that expansive luggage is not expensive. 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When, for in stance, you find the vessels in which the heart, lungs, livers and lights of Tu tankhamen were disposed referred to as canopies with a small c, it takes real detective work to figure that what is meant is Canopic jars with a large one. The book in which these canopies occur being Egyptian Day, by Princess Marthe Bibesco (Harcourt, Brace). A travel journal which somehow reminds me of a passage in a Chicago book that was written just before the Chicago book became a genre. A poor working girl was invited to the studio of a rich artist. She was offered a ham. Con templating its forest of garniture, she at once ticketed this as " a rich man's ham." Not that Egyptian Day is a rich man's trip to Egypt — even the guide books will tell you that you have to be at least a millionaire to see Egypt at all. It is more than that: a Princess' trip. The author stops with Lord and Lady Lloyd, and walks in a garden which has sentries to keep the boats away. A prince gives her dinner on the top of the pylon of the temple of Karnak. A pasha shows her his oranges. More princely still, the great Howard Carter, instead of not seeing her as he not sees most people, however armed they may be with introductions, has her to lunch, and even admits her to an interview with Tutankhamen, all nicely unwrapped for the occasion. Such super-experiences were, how ever, to be expected. Catherine Paris and The Green Parrot were princess' books, too. And what really makes Egyptian Day less disappointing than most of the travel books that the French novelists have been handing us lately is that, through these experiences, Princess Bibesco keeps somehow her own eyes and her own way of using them, instead of going flat as, quite frankly, Andre Gide and Paul Morand THE CHICAGOAN Margaret Ayer Barnes' new novel, Years of Grace, gives an unequalled view of the 'town as of the gay nineties. did go sometimes in their books about the world at large. But then, of course, Gide is always disappointing. Perhaps because he comes to us with such a big name. Or is it because of his titles? Take The Immoralist, just translated. Exquisitely etched in, every line of it, Biskra, Nor mandy, Paris, Switzerland, and every where else that the husband's tuber culosis, followed by the wife's, takes them. But, unfortunately for anyone's rosier expectations, the immoralism is etched in, too: Michel emerges from his disease to find that he is no longer in terested in archaeology but only in dis covering the residuum of vice in his fellow men. And this only in its sim pler forms, such as stealing scissors or setting traps for rabbits. His interest does not include the more complicated manifestations that might perhaps be studied in girls, women, or men of his own age. Jean Coctcau is, I believe, supposed to be the French Aldous Huxley. Or one of them. And Enfants Terribles, just translated by Samuel Putnam, not long since of the Chicagoan staff, is said to be his greatest work so far. But the thing that always annoys the critics about Huxley: namely the fact that they have trouble trying to com pare him to anybody but himself: is ab sent from Cocteau. At least this time. Enfants Terribles invites two compari sons. One with The Green Parrot for its isolation and study of a brother and sister relationships that is as bizarre as it is morbid. And the other with the STATIONERY OFFICE SUPPLIES SYSTEMS OFFICE MACHINES FURNITURE 12 HORDER STORES Conveniently Located — 3 of them near the BOARD OF TRADE 329 S. SHERMAN —next to Board of Trade 324 S. DEARBORN — — south of Jackson 124 W. ADAMS 11 -cag I of LaSalte 149 E. OHIO ^—just east of Michigan 33 E. LAKE corner of Wabash 154 W. RANDOLPH —near LaSalle 114 N. WELLS — at Washington 101 W. WASHINGTON —across from City Hall 24 S. DEARBORN Hamilton Club Bldg. 60 E. 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PetaVof-the-Kose may not sound malicious as The Son of the Grand Eunuch or The Elegant Infideli ties, but malice is nonetheless there, and in inverse proportion to the demure- ness of the title. The story is as be fore, quite unspeakably exciting, but this is what goes on philosophically while it is unfolding: a mandarin has been apprised by the bonzes that his next reincarnation will be as one of the emperor's post-horses, whereupon a Jesuit has no trouble at all selling him paradise, the corollary being that he must monogamize and that he may do so in terms of letting out his legal wife and marrying instead his converted and far more attractive concubine. Where upon the son does away with the Jesuit and brings down European disapproval on the town in the form of a Japanese gunboat. Extreme measures are then required to get the charming heroine of the charming name a bridegroom. Particularly as her father is convinced that any man would be a fool to marry her. And, being so wise himself, he quite naturally shrinks from accepting a son-in-law, who is, by hypothesis, a fool. All of which is carried out as the daintiest chinoiserie imaginable. A manner of interpreting China which would appear to be typically French. It even characterizes Francis de Mio- mandre's Orientale, a tale of Chinamen in Paris which, like Pettit's books, was at points just too, too startling for the Anglo-Saxon ear. Miomandre's new book is, however, not about the Chinese. In fact, Miomandre continues to be the same sort of bad investment on the part of the prize committee of the Academie Goncourt, that was satirized in the play, Vient de Paraitre, men tioned some weeks since in this column. He still refuses to repeat the ponder- 5^- • • ^^r Q rope of oriental pearls, with a price-tag of $25,000, might be impressive evidence of your position in the world; but it would adorn your neck no more sumptuously than a T'ecla necklace costingperhaps a thousandth as much! 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Genuine white broad' cloth shirts with collars or without, in 13l/2 to 20 neck sizes; sleeves 31 to 37. Longer tails with longer sleeves. $3. Don't insult a new shirt with last year's neckwear! Smart Summer neck' wear of English foulards, $2. Rogers Peet Clothing Hats * Shoes - Furnishings Anderson & Brothers Michigan Blvd. at Washington Chicago ous excellences of his prize novel, and instead produces a stray juvenile, an Orientalc, and now a Love Life of Venus. This title has cither led some book-loving friend of mine into bormw- ing, or some pious one into suppressing, my English copy. In the French, it appears as the prepatory volume to a series of what we should probably call "famous love stories." The Chicago Nineties IN her book of short stories. Prevail ing Winds, Margaret Ayer Barnes gave us one historic glimpse: of a household living on Prairie Avenue in its palmiest days. In her novel, Tears of Grace, published this week, she gives such a full length of the Chicago nine ties in terms of a north side family as I for one have not hitherto seen equalled. Not alone such picturesque matters as the Thomas concert by cable car, a tallyho trip to the World's Fair, followed by samples of all attractions from the romantic gondola to the worse than seasickness induced by a first ride on the Ferris wheel, bicycle picnics, skat' ing parties, coming out balls complete with cotillon, the Spanish War, and how it was to go down to Bryn Mawr in those days, but the popular songs that accompanied all these activities, and even the status of parental author ity, the nature of gossip, the subtle loss of social standing that came from liv ing on the wrong side of Clark Street, and the nuances in general. There is some question as to whether the book wouldn't have been better had it stopped at page 300 instead of waiting until page 600, and if, having told us how things were in the nineties, it had left us to make our own comparison with things as they have been since then. But on the other hand there is no doubt that Mrs. Barnes has observed her younger generation, too, and has caught their ways and their lingo. m Vox Pauci A Department of Minority Opinion XOTIi: The Editors offer this de partment for the outspoken expres sion of reader opinion on plays, pictures, books — the whole broad miscellany of civilised interests ADLER PLANETARIUM: A most fas- #1 cinating exposition of an ex tremely interesting subject that is al most ruined by the flat, toneless, par rot-like recitation of the lecturer. It would seem that even an astronomer could use a conversational tone. — /. F. B., 606 Sheridan Road, Evanston. vtn HELLO PARIS: For good, clean humor, with a real moral in its plot, this play has not had a peer be hind Chicago footlights in many a moon. Of course Chic Sale's contri bution to the enjoyment of the evening is taken for granted. — £. R. £. vtr\ Solid south : Good clean fun. One of the stage's finest actors (Richard Bennett) in a satire chockful of real comedy. A perfectly cast pnxJuction. -Mrs. Jay M. $>hrec\, 5240 Sheridan Road. w\ SERENA BLANDISH: Why did it never reach Chicago? It was fantasy of an alluring kind, the play of plays to recommend to a discrimi nating friend with only one evening in New York. I was planning to see it again, to take note of the author's name (the Alec Waugh of the theater) and Serena's delightful impersonator (whose gestures I wish to copy) and now all is lost, or is it?—/. F., Green wich, Conn. \*\ Why the tears? (A reaction which came after reading Disil lusionment in the June 21 issue.) If you are a Chicagoan, since you have adopted the Board of Trade as your building, you should understand that Chicago is in the heart of the prairie, the prairie city. So— and have you been in Hoopeston, Illinois, where no celebra tion is complete without "of all things, a parade"?— Chicago represents the prairie like no other city in the world, and the Board of Trade represents— what? Corn, wheat, oats, business of the farmers, of Hoopeston, Blooming- ton, or Danville. So, why the tears? If you cry, you lose all the understand ing, all the credit of reasoning that a Chicagoan (like I give you credit for) should have. Why the tears? — L. B. S. THE CHICAGOAN 33 The shadow of the law: Shades of good old Tommy Meighan! He lived again last week for us at the Chicago with his The Street of Silent Men. Same old frame-up, same old line-up and finger-printing business, same old cell row angles, same old escape, pursuit, success under an alias, same old dick with Bertillon print sheet, and same old mitts in the rollers to foil nassy ole cop. But what's this? New names! New faces! Sure. Wil- lian Powell, and they call it The Shadow of the Law.— Paul D. Bur\e, Harvard College, Cambridge, Mass. ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT: ^ Book and movie both superb. Also enjoyed, as hot weather entertainment, Wally Ford's Many a Slip and Sisters of the Chorus. Enjoying these with me were Mrs. Clayton and Mr. and Mrs. Charles E. Stube.— Gilbert M. Clayton, 120 So. LaSalle st. Divorcee: Society, clothes, a bit o' Paris and what's sauce for the gander is applesauce for the goose. — Ida M. Saule. The tragic era: This is one of the most interesting books I have ever read. After worrying about poli tics today, it is interesting to learn a few things about the Reconstruction Days which school histories overlook. — E. S. C, 926 N. Kenilworth Ave., Oak Park. THE JEANNE EAGELS AFFAIR: I didn't think I would ever welcome a censorship of the press, but after see ing Liberty's stories on Jeanne Eagels I am weakening. — M. E. M. hsr\ Latin: Paucus, a, um, the adjective, ^ when used as a noun meaning "the few," "the select few," follows the plural masculine forms, so your "pauci" should be "paucorum." — Charles Col' lins, 716 Brummel St., Evanston. w\ NOTE: Original copies of com ments published in this department are on file in the editorial offices of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for transmission of contribu tions reposes at right. There's Another Reason— CLEANER DELIVERIES Our prices on coal and coke are low est now — And here is another good reason for letting us fill your coal bin at this time: Good weather conditions make pos sible a clean, dry delivery and our deliverymen will leave your basement, sidewalk and lawn as clean and orderly as they find it. It will pay you to "buy your coal on approval" now! ers (§mpany; §_ COAL- COKE- ICE BUILDING MATERIAL VOX PAUCI I o the editors: SUBJECT: (Title of play, picture, book or event) COMMENT: SIGNATURE: - (Sign name in full; initials only will be published if requested.) ADDRESS: 34 THE CHICAGOAN Go Chicago Over Hilly Over Dale By LUCIA LEWIS Corner of main lobby ntroducing moderate rate into modern hotel luxury Appreciation is complete when you learn the extremely moderate rates at the Hotel Lexington. The luxury of its appointments, the perfection of its French cuisine, the convenience of its location leave nothing else to be desired. 801 ROOMS Each with a private bath (tub and shower), cir culating ice water, mirror door. 341 with double beds. I person $4, two $5 229 with twin beds. Either I or 2 persons $6 231 with twin beds. Either I or 2 persons $7 Hotel Lexington LEXINGTON AVENUE AT 48th STREET NEW YORK CITY Frank Gregson, Mgr. Phone MURray Hill 7400 Direction of American Hotels Corporation J. Leslie Kincaid, President — 1800 Feet Over Indiana JUST about this time twelve years ago your correspondent, flapping briskly after the war, hopped off in a rickety hydroplane piloted by a fairly rickety youth over the waves of Lake Geneva. That we landed safely, though a bit shaken and waterlogged was not due to the pilot. The les- son learned in the dizzy cockpit be hind a poorly schooled pilot made me, I confess, a bit chary of the clouds un til I made a few timid flights with a wise army flyer and then ventured, last summer, to look down upon the city out of those sturdy Curtiss amphibions that sightsee daily from the Grant Park ramp. And now this exhilarating dash to Detroit is the final step in the re conditioning of a fear-struck ground ling. The old adage of the steamship men holds good for passenger flying. "Get them to take their first trip to Europe and they'll come back for more year after year." Take your first long flight on one of the established transport lines and you will ever after place flying in the category of accepted transportation with railroads, automobiles and steamships. It has, indeed, several ad vantages that these other methods do not boast. Speed, of course; though we are droning along with absolutely no sensation of being hurled through space at a hundred miles an hour. It is so utterly steady and serene that wc would seem to be standing still if I could not see the shadow of the plane far, far below, skimming along the ground swiftly with the wind. Stability is another feature that few people connect with flying. This huge tri-motored Ford has not swayed a per ceptible inch in any direction; there is the firm hum of the motors but no jar or vibration so that it is easier to write, eat, walk about or play cards in here than on any train or ship. Of course stormy days have their changing cur rents and air pockets but passenger planes are so built for stable flying that they can cope as triumphantly with the winds as ocean vessels cope with the waves. Windy passages are marked by oc casional short swoops, by an exhilarat ing lift to the tail now and then, to me, a more interesting trip than the perfectly quiet one. The rise and fall of the plane is like the pleasant motion of a yacht on Lake Michigan, with the waves gently lapping at the sides. However, anything but a quiet trip during summer is a rarity, so snuggle down in the softly upholstered chairs and expect only serenity. AS for routes— you can go just about i anywhere you choose by air. There is a network of established pas senger lines all over the country with daily service, routed so that connections may be efficiently made with other planes or with trains; and for trips to spots off the main lines specially char tered planes arc always available for groups of from one to twelve passen' gers. Out at the Municipal Airport there is a constant droning and roar ing as the planes drop in and take off. The Stout Lines now have four of the twelve-passenger, tri-motored Ford planes leaving Chicago daily on the Detroit-Cleveland service, and four coming in from Detroit. Northwest Airways send a daily fleet to the Twin Cities, to Madison and Green Bay, with stops at Milwaukee, Rochester, Fond du Lac, Oshkosh, Appleton, Rockford, etc. A splendid way to reach the summer resort country quickly. Universal Lines and New- York Central join hands to cut the New York and Chicago run to sixteen hours; and then connect with Santa Fc and Western Air Express to do Los Angeles in twenty-four hours. The flight to California may also be under taken on the Transcontinental Air Transport coast-to-coast link made up by Pennsylvania, Santa Fe, and Mad dux planes. If you are looking farther afield you may arrange flights to Mex ico, the West Indies and South Amer ica by the Pan-American Airways. Reservations for any trip are handled by the Air Bureau in the Palmer House, or for Stout and Boeing planes at their office on the corner of Michi gan and Van Buren. All the good travel bureaux will re serve tickets for you on any of the great European lines, and at the Ham- T«C CHICAGOAN 35 burg- American office they are busy re serving space on the Zeppelin for the series of sightseeing flights over Europe which are scheduled for the season from June to the end of August. It is a sort of fad to say, "Oh, people use the airlines so much more in Eu rope, the companies over there are so much more experienced.' " But our younger airlines have done a huge busi ness with no accidents, a business which compares favorably with the finest European lines. Western Air Express has transported passengers over five million miles in its career since 1926, the Stout Air Lines have carried 105,000 passengers, while the famous Imperial Airways have transported only a total of 137,500 passengers since 1924. But the figures are not so im portant as the fact that all these pas sengers, whether in Europe or in this country, have been carried safely, with a low percentage of fatal accidents. EUROPEAN air prices have always been low in our money and now the American companies have cut prices so that in many instances the air fare is lower or as low as railroad fare when the cost of meals and Pull mans is considered. Even a sightseeing trip is now cheaper than a taxi ride in our city streets. Out at the Curtiss- Reynolds field in Glenview the Curtiss company has inaugurated a novel sys tem of pricing their sightseeing trips over the North Shore according to the weight of the passenger. A cent a pound is all you pay — even if you tip the scales at two hundred it's only two dollars, so what price thrills? The Curtiss field where private planes may be quartered, where planes and pilots are chartered for special flights of any distance, and where embryo pilots re ceive the sound training they need, is one of the finest airports in the country but our Municipal Airport could stand improvement. After leaving the hand some Ford terminal in Detroit with its beautiful building and hangars and smooth concrete runways one blushes a bit at our dingy airport. Eventually, though, we are promised the grandest thing there ever was in municipal airports and until then the air lines make things very pleasant by taking us out there in luxurious lim ousines, by shutting the windows of the planes while they take off out of dust and cinders, and by losing no time as they lift you out of the smoke of the far west side into the shining heights where the cool wind fans you. Wa Iton Place and Michigan DRAKE HOTEL. CHICA6© No Advance In Prices Novelty Campus Numbers ? 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A few dis- tinctive apartments of 10 ROOMS 5 BATHS (Reasonable rental*) available for immediate or fall occupancy. We will be pleased to have our rep- resentative call on you, or will send a descriptive brochure and floor plan on request. Write or telephone. C. A. PFINGSTEN & CO. 11 South LaSalle Street Central 7490 DRINK THE PUREST AND SOFTEST SPRING WATER IN THE WORLD CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Bottled at the Spring Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 S. Canal Street Phones Roosevelt 2920 Newsprint Bigger and Bigger News Stories By j. i. b. IT may be that the Lingle murder was the big story of the month, but wc doubt it. It seems to us that a story carried by the Tribune on page 1 of its issue of June 14 suggests infinitely greater complications. Under the cap tion, "Cardinal Tells Pope's Stand on Youth of U. S. A.," the Catholic bis hop of Chicago was afforded opportun ity and lots of space to knock the Tnb down, jump all over her, kick her in the slats, punch her nose and do a few other things to the tune of about 1,200 words. What Brother Kinsley, whose signature appeared at the top of the story, had to do with this frightful mauling is not quite clear, in as much as four-fifths of all that was printed was in direct quotes. We cannot even pic ture brother Phil sitting quietly by and taking notes while His Eminence dic tated. It must have been that the Cardinal, with a view to making cer tain that the W. G. N. would not again become mixed-up and print the wrong story, wrote it out in full for Phil — and that is the way the story was printed. The whole business seems to have gotten under way back in early March of the present year. According to the text of the story printed on June 14, the newspaper printed a cable from its Roman correspondent which stated that the Pope had severely criticized, dur ing the course of an address to some Lenten preachers, the youth of this land of the free. It now appears that the story printed was untrue. Two days after its publication, the Trib car ried an editorial comment based on this fake story, the substance of which was that the Pope had better mind his own business, because the American kids were not headed for the demnition bow-wows and that, even if they were, it was no concern of the Pope '6. Whereupon, Cardinal Mundelein got busy. From several of those who were present on the occasion referred to in the dispatch, as well as from the Pope himself, it was learned that no mention of any kind was made of American youth or anybody else even remotely related to your Uncle Sam. All this is stated very clearly in the Philip Kins- ley story of June 14 which makes it a frank admission by the Tribune that they were all wet. Also, because it was based upon the cable story, the blatant editorial criticism was likewise admitted to be considerably moist. THE all of which suggests that this is a hard life we have to live. Especially is this the case in these hard days when, seemingly, almost every body is out of a job. The census fig ures on unemployment are said to be 4.32 per cent of the population of Chi cago. Which is but further proof of the thorough inaccuracy and untrust- worthiness of all such calculations. Ask any city editor in this man's town how many people have applied to him for a joh during the past month and he will tell you that 10 per cent of the total population, at least, have called l(x>king for a berth. All of which is prompted, more than likely, by the tremendous boost in the stock of newspaper editors, reporters, et al, occasioned by the slaughter of one of the brcthern on the public high way. It would appear, from an ex amination of the public prints, that you can no longer murder a newspaper re porter and get away with but little pub lic indignation. Newspaper reporters, especially police reporters, amount to something in this town, wc would have you know. We confess that it never occurred to us before to thus appraise our comrades-in-arms but 'tis so, never theless. Everybody, seemingly, was shocked and outraged by this dastardly deed, and out of it all may yet come much that is both fruitful and good. It may be that g(xid work is infectious: now that the mighty powcrs-that-be at police headquarters have been put on the skids, some others may follow soon. To anybody who has spent a lifetime in the pursuit of the most forlorn busi ness on earth, this fine tribute to a worthy warrior is, indeed, very com forting. The discordant note comes, as usual, from certain of the clergy. Two local Baptist clerics have charged that "Chi- TI4E CHICAGOAN 37 cago newspapermen are crooks among crooks." To which the Evening Ameri can is prompt to rejoin editorially: "Ministers of the gospel, of all people, ought not to make charges without evi dence to support them." THE American has challenged these Baptist gentlemen for their facts and it is to be hoped that such will be forthcoming— if such there be. The American, however, is disposed to write these ministers down as very intemper ate men running true to form by going off half-cocked, and suggests rather pertinently, we think: "The clergy men of Chicago have nothing to teach the city's newspapermen when it comes to devotion to duty and a high sense of civic responsibility. . . . However, even if it shall be demonstrated that one newspaperman departed from the high standards of his profession, that still would not be a fit excuse for assail ing all newspapermen. How bitter these reverend gentlemen would be if the newspapers attacked all Baptist min isters whenever one clergyman was found to have fallen from grace. To all of which, newsmen every where will utter a hearty Amen! Chicagoans Thornton Wilder [begin on page 19] knew because he sets his own limits, knows they are limits, is content. I believe he actually writes for him self, without the least thought of whether he is going to be read; I believe he would not care very much if no body ever again bought a book signed by Thornton Wilder. HE is a dark young man with a smooth face and a small mus tache, wearing spectacles, with soft thin hair, with a poet's hands, with an odd half -smile. He speaks so precisely that you never realize his precision. He goes to theaters a great deal and knows a great many theatrical people. He reads a great deal without any set plan. He is as genuine, as simple, as any philoso pher I have ever seen. That is as much of a portrait as you can paint. Perhaps the rest of the pic ture is in his own words: "The unexpected in the human heart finally becomes more constant than the conformity of the human heart. All people are worth knowing." ALBERT BOUCHE'S VILLA VENICE Milwaukee Ave. at Des Plaines River 1931 Modernistique MUSICAL COMEDY 28 ARTISTS THREE SHOWS NIGHTLY 9 P. M. Midnight 2 A. M. The Midnight Show Is Entirely Different —ADDED ATTRACTION— f ENORITA RAMONA and the HAVANA MUSICAL NOVELTY First time crcr seen in Chicago and brought here under great expense NO COVER CHARGE for Dinner Guests Arriving Before 10 p. m. Except Saturday I Superb Cuisine Dancing Until Dawn PHONE WHEELING 8 CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Spending a fortnight or more away from Town? Following Lucia Lewis' tempting travel suggestions, or giving up completely and retreating to the country place. Notify The Chicagoan, as indicated below, and each fortnight will be topped off with a resume of the impor tant events detailed by staff observers steadfast to the duty of reporting a city that slows not nor slumbers though Mercury transcend all seasonable, and reasonable, bounds. And you gay summer visitors, here for a dash through summer shops and the light pastimes of the world's great est summer resort, fill in the first two lines and enclose check for three dollars to maintain faithful contact with the civilized interests of the Town until another occasion prompts return. (Name) (New address) (Old address) (Date of change) 38 THECI4ICAGOAN KATHARINE WALKER SMITH'S Lake Forest Shop Offers Drastic Reductions on Summer Clothes for the next Fortnight. Sports, Daytime and Evening Clothes 270 East Deerpath Second Floor &eb &tar 3mt In the cool of the evening — Red Star service, cheer, and the delectable dishes famous for thirty years. Established 1899 C. GALLAUER, Proprietor 1528 N. Clark St. Delaware 0440 3942 Smart Riding Apparel For ladies and gentlemen, tailored to measure. Correct, smart styles at attractive prices. 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 Watson amazed- Holmes speechless- Read, in the next issue, "The Unofficial Return of Sherlock Holmes," by A. S. Chapman (copy to Sir Conan Doyle). An enlighten' ing visit of the two great British crime ex' perts to the studio of Lieut. Calvin Goddard at Northwestern Uni' versity. On Sale July II The Chicagoan Shops About Town Clothes for Sports 'Sake By THE lHK'A(i()KNNK IF wc must he afflicted with beings like "Miss Chattanooga," "Miss America," and all the rest of that tribe my choice for our national beauty would be the American sportswoman There's a girl who knows how to dress! The sports things designed for the American market (though they may come from France or London) arc every hit as practical and comfortable as the ones classicized by the English woman but they have that extra little fillip of style and sophistication that the French put into their clothes. The combination surpasses the pure brand of either type, and it was really achieved because our active country woman wouldn't be satisfied with the baggy English styles or the too frou frou French sports clothes. From all this you may gather that my tour of the outdoor clothes salons has been pleasing to say the least. Things are so delightfully varied this year. There arc all sorts of novel blocked and printed and embroidered fabrics in odd off-colors. Pastels arc much used but they are new pastels- yello w in mustard or suntan shades, pink in crushed raspberry tones, smokey blues and violets, melon hues and such. Here and there a dash of deep blue or dark brown is very effec tive. The beloved classic continues to be white, white and more white. Jerseys and wools so fine they arc almost trans parent, dull crepes and loads of shan tung, heavy linen and handkerchief linen, pique, arc the favorite fabrics both for spectator wear and active sports. For spectating in style I'd like noth ing better than a remarkable ensemble imported for Field's Room 28 -the fifth floor made-to-order section. The frock is in light wool, white and piped in lacquer red at the neck with two embroidered red parasols floating across the front. The coat is full length and reversible, white wool inside and lusci ous red satin outside delicately hand- blocked in white with the same parasol design, which was taken from an old Japanese print. It's a soft cool red and not at all the garish thing it sounds. FIELD'S are doing some very pleas ant things with coats in their spec tator ensembles. A delicate dress in eggshell flat crepe, pleated from top tc bottom and fagoted about the scalloped collar and short sleeves, is worn with a straight three-quarter length coat; the unusual thing about the coat being that it is a handblocked linen with the flow ers outlined in dull gold and silver em broidery. The embroidery gives a sort of quilted or padded effect and makes the coat a nice little thing to have around. It's just right —not too simple and not too elaborate for all sorts of costumes from the races to the dinner dance at the country club. Another gem is a short white silk coat, just to the hips and sleeveless but with a cape hanging from the shoulders to the hem of the coat. The cape is split all the way down the back, giving the divided scarf effect that is one of the newest things from Chanel, and the coat is buttoned snugly about the hips with three tiny gold buttons. Then there's one of those glorious knockabout coats in a brilliant lemon flannel, three- quarter length and very, very swagger, with wide sleeves and stitched belt and huge pockets. One of the costumes of the summer, I am convinced, is the stunning Moly- ncux affair for cither active sports or just lounging around. The one for active gals is a unique printed pongee, tiny black flowers on a mustard back ground. The blouse is sleeveless, but tons trimly down the side, and tucks into the skirt which falls loosely from a snugly fitted yoke. The skirt is di- THE CHICAGOAN 39 vided, really a pair of very wide shorts, though you'd never know it until you began hopping about. I HE Blackstone Shop has a flock * of those casually luxurious thingi that the true elegante appears in at the races and for luncheon and teas in the country. There is a suit of dark blue transparent material— don't ask me what it is — with tiny white daisies done all over it in openwork embroidery, and another cool honey colored dress em broidered all over in eyelets and solid work. Delicate handwork is certainly coming back into its own. My favorite here was a beautifully tailored white linen suit widely plaided in narrow blue lines, the coat nipped in at the waist with a peplum effect and the skirt beautifully fitted at the hips. The blouse of white handkerchief linen with delicate embroidery on the collar fin ished off just as distinctive and refresh ing a costume as you'll see anywhere. Other items worth a delirium or two were a rough white linen suit with a short sleeveless coat and wide collar falling over the arms in a little cape effect; shantung dresses in pastel colors and simple black patent leather belts; and a black silk dress printed in white flowers with a coat of the same material and a scarf tied about the neck in cow boy fashion and printed in the same flowers on a background of red and yellow. Saks' second floor is transformed into one of the most smartly sportive spots in town. They have a knack of put ting real kick into the standardized sports clothes but they are sensible about such things as suitability, wear- ability, and adherence to traditions where there are traditions. The riding habit department must, of course, cling to the correct standards that are so al mighty in the equestrian world, but even here Saks do their bit to improve comfort and appearance. They have some habits in a lightweight fabric which looks exactly like whipcord but isn't nearly so hot and heavy. For informal country riding they offer heavy linen habits exquisitely tailored, or sleeveless linen coats with the very popular jodhpurs. FOR tennis, which has waxed more skittish this year than any other sport, the newest thing of course is the costume of shorts. Everyone is wear ing them on private or secluded club courts and I'd be tempted to march The Duke Steps Out CHIRPING CRICKETS and new-mown hay may be alright in the daytime, hut one does have to get back to civilization to allow the pulse a worthwhile throb. The Duke does that, even in the summertime when the heat of the city pavements is feeble enticement compared with a cool chateau. But there is the theater and that cannot be missed — not regularly. PRECISELY BECAUSE half the world's history is made and unmade in the theater do we come to know that the attend ing one is always four new words and an epigram ahead of the stay-at-homes. Scuttle the thought that the Duke is not in the know. He may be of the blood, but wherever there is eye and ear-balm, there also is the Duke. The Duke steps out — regularly. PERHAPS YOU would like to be czar or something that you might have tickets for the theater, not when time assumes the nod, but when desire is in the ascendant. But why not be like the Duke and go to the theater in regal fashion, serenely, without a hitch? You can beam just like the Duke at your Duchess, and all the time the ducats repose in pocket as the happy solution of theater-going. THE CHICAGOAN Theater Ticket Service will see to that, and the cost ... a smde to you. 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 cbeck 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. CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as folloios: (Play) .'. - (Second Choice). (Number of seats) (Date) (Second choice of date)... (Name) _ (Address) (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $.. 40 TWECUICAGOAN ome #1 movies ll Jtncl all trie ingredients for tkeir making and show- ng here. {Jomfrlele lines of EASTMAN Ume - tsYodak BELL & HOWELL c/ilnio DE VRY oJoftulur C am era at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £1 LECTRIC SHOPO 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO Appropriate Music and Diversified Entertainment for All Occasions Otto R. SieJoff One-Six-Two North State Street Dearborn 8664 right over to the most public court I could find if I had the charming Saks shorts of deep green linen with a gay white blouse dotted in green. The blouse tucks in and the shorts are pleated for extra fullness. When the match is over one slips on a very short coat — almost a bolero -short-sleeved and in the same green as the shorts. If you aren't quite brave enough for shorts the new crisp pique tennis frocks are present in profusion here, in pinks and greens and blues and white and melon shades. They are longer this year, wide of course but gaining their width by a flare rather than by pleats, short sleeved, and belted at the natural waist line. Everyone has her own ideas about the proper golf outfit but to my mind nothing can surpass the simple knitted suit which doesn't catch or hamper one anywhere. The Saks golf suits have the knitted sleeveless sweater and straight jackets buttoned over that, snugly but not bindingly. Another favorite of golfers is the silk golf dress striped in shirting style and made with the pleated long sleeve which allows plenty of elbow room for the swing. Shapeliness in beach habitues is ap parently taken for granted by the de signers this year. The suits are all snugly fitted and as beautiful and svelte in line as any evening gown. Very popular with active swimmers are the new shantung suits which get wet pleasantly, I am told. At Saks they are cut much like the tennis shorts, buttoned trimly over the hips. An other splendid suit for real swimmers is in the heavy silk jersey which gets wet and dry with equal beauty. This is used in a suit belted and buckled, with an extra bolero to slip over it for the beach. Many of the suits, like a lovely red, white and blue silk, have extra boleros that give a very flattering line when you drip out of the water for a bit of lounging on the sand. One of the biggest thrills I have had in beach things is the rubberized satin beach coat at Saks. It's a masterpiece in the swagger manner — sleeveless with a short cape, the belt buckled high at the waist, and the coat flaring. This in dazzling white, golden brown or mustard yellow is sure to turn all femi nine eyes that satisfying green when you appear. And now if you are still sportively inclined may we implore you to stay with this serial until it's concluded in our next? 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