uly 19.1950- reice 15 Cents • HOTEL FLORIDAN, Tampa, Fla "¦"¦¦"2nn n fin's mi nn » I! (! I! !i P. il II « !i » mn n fit n rffTFTinTkk* '^"••r , TTiHfcTl A bedroom, HOTEL FLORIDAN The Cry.tal Dining-room of the HOTEL FLORIDAN Tampa's Foremost Hotel • ? . . Hotel Floridan ? ? . . FLORIDA-COLLIER COAST HOTELS under HAL THOMPSON management HOTEL FLORIDAN, Tampa — Open all year. HOTEL DIXIE COURT, West Palm Beach — Open all year. HOTEL ROYAL WORTH, West Palm Beach — Open Dec. 15 to Apr. 15. HOTEL TAMPA TERRACE, Tampa — Open Dec. 15 to Apr. 15. HOTEL LAKELAND TER- RACE, Lakeland — Open Dec. 15 to Apr. 15. HOTEL SARASOTA TER- RACE, Sarasota — Open Dec. 15 to Apr. 15. HOTEL MANATEE RIVER, Bradenton — Open Dec. 15 to Apr. 15. The type of traveller who came to Tampa all year "round demanded a hotel of modern metro politan calihre; and with his requirements in mind, the Hotel Floridan was planned and huilt. The experienced traveller will readily recognize and appreciate the particular attention given to his comfort at the Floridan. The first purpose of each of its fine appointments and discerning services is to please the man who has done a good deal of travelling for as his opinion is ac cepted thru the wide acquaintance and contacts he enjoys; thus is established thr standing of a hotel. — And so to this group of travellers more than to any other, is the Hotel Floridan indebted for its position as Tampa's foremost hotel! Hotel Dixie Court at West Palm Beach, Florida, is also open the year 'round. Many acquainted with both Hotel Floridan and Hotel Dixie Court call the latter the "Little Floridan." Both, of course, are operated on the high standard of hotel service maintained in all Florida-Collier Coast Hotels. Write to either for information or folder, or tvire collect for reservations FLORIDA- COLLIER COAST HOTELS,. nc O F THE F L O R I D A. C O A. S T S TUECUICAGOAN 1 Rest and Play on this Magic Island! _*o*i«i-**^' COME to the Grand Hotel, on Mackinac Island, this summer! A fairy land forest, set in the midst of blue waters. Winding 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, en tertainments, 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 collea W. W. Myers, Manager, today for reservations. American plan. Open till mid-September. The Grand Hotel MACKINAC ISLAND ? .?MICHIGAN... 2 TUE CHICAGOAN till '11 jug 'mm »¦ 1 \* — ll'll iiiiiiuiiiinji-.-: EMMEMML flrMi W0&t}i tWi IR^m!? THEATER cDrama ?CANDLELIGHT— Princess Theater, 319 S. Clark St. Central 8240. Eugenie Leontovich in a smart comedy with Alan Mowbray. Eves., $3. Wed. and Sat. mats., $2. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. MSOLID SOUTH— Harris Theater, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Richard Bennett in a satirical play on the Old South. Eves., $3. Wed. and Sat. mats., $2. Curtain 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 THE BIG POND: Maurice Chevalier at his steadily better best in a story that doesn't matter. [See it.] THE FLORODORA GIRL: An engag ing footnote to the gay 90's, superbly de vised by Gene Markey and not entirely ruined by Marion Davies. (Better see it-] RAFFLES: Ronald Colman in rather more than usually amusing pursuit of the jewels. [Might as well.] THE SOCIAL LION: Jack Oakie at the very peak of his incomparably rare good humor. [Don't miss it.] THE LADY OF SCANDAL; Ruth Chat- terton and Basil Rathbone in a bit too fine fettle for wholesale acclaim. [By all means.] WITH BTRD AT THE SOUTH POLE: More than a duty ... a pleasure. [Of course.] THE MAN FROM BLANKLEY'S: John Barrymore in the kind of thing the little cinemas ought to exhibit but don't. [Watch for it in the neighborhood.] THE DEVIL'S HOLID AY : Nancy Carroll grows up and away from her juvenile popularity. [Don't be afraid of it.] SAFETY IK NUMBERS: Buddy Rogers finds his place in pictures. [If inter ested.] "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS- Summer, by H. O. Ho/man. .Cover Design Current Entertainment Page 2 Epicurean Elections 4 Sports Dial 5 Michigan Boulevard 6 Editorial 7 Clever, My Dear Watson, by A. S. Chapman 9 So This Is Venice, by Gael Sullivan.. 1 1 Night Club Closeups, by Clayton Rawson 12-13 Distinguished Chicagoans, by ]. H. E. Clar^ 14 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 15 Vive Ravinia, by £. Millman 16-17 The Stage Rests, by N<»t Karson... 18- 19 The Man Jolson Thought He Was, by William R. Weaver 20 Hot From Bermuda, by WtJIiam C. Boyden 22 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak 24 Books, by Susan Wilbur 26 Poem, by Dorothy Dow 27 Vox Pauci 28 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 30 Shops About Town, by The Clii- cagoenne 32 The External Feminine, by Marcia Vaughn 34 Nature Study, by Sid Hix 34 Caricatures, by Irma Selz 20-22-24 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 23. THE SHADOW OF THE LAW: Wil liam Powell in something considerably lesser than The Street of Chance. [Never mind it.] THE ARIZONA KID: Warner Baxter in a worthy companion picture to In Old Arizona. [Surely.] IN GAY MADRID: A better Ramon Novarro in a surprisingly dull picture. [Don't see it.] PARAMOUNT ON PARADE: Jack Oakic's mystery play and Maurice Cheva lier's Mon Ami are worth all the odds and ends that stretch between. [Posi tively.] DIVORCEE: Norma Shearer's second best picture. [If you haven't been.] MAMMY: Al Jolson's first false step. [I wouldn't.] TRUE TO THE NAVY: A more ship- shape Clara Bow unimportantly occupied. [No.] YOUNG MAN OF MANHATTAN: Charles Ruggles and associates in an al most credible story about writers. [If you care.] JOURNEY'S END: The best war pic ture of a'l time. [Attend.] ALL 2UIET ON THE WESTERH FRONT: The war picture to see if Journey's End is not available. [If not.] THE BAD ONE: Dolores Del Rio and Edmund Lowe in catch-as-catch-can love and melodrama. [It doesn't matter.] HIGH SOCIETY BLUES: Charles Far- rcll and Janet Gaynor in a faint little plot and a couple of good song numbers. [If you like 'cm.] THE CUCKOOS: Bert Wheeler and Rob ert Woolscy in popu'ous if not wholly proper revue. [For a laugh.] ONE ROMANTIC NIGHT: Lillian Gish's first picture. [Yes.] THE TEXAN. THE LIGHT OF WEST ERN STARS: Gary Cooper and Rich ard Arlen, respectively, in Bill Hart's discarded chaps. [If you go for plains men.] CAUGHT SHORT: Marie Dressier and Polly Moran in unseemly hilarity over the cadaver of Old Man Market. [See it, of course.] The Chicagoan Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Wkavkr, Managing Editor; published fortnightly hy the Chicagoan Publish ing Co 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 56S Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1605 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Office: Simpson-Reilly Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Ruilding, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copies 15c. Vol. IX, No. 9 — July 19 1930 Copyright 1930. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, III., under the act of March 3. 1879. TI4ECUICAG0AN 3 The Charm of a Midsummer Night • An enchanting summers night . . . dining and dancing beneath a starlit canopy ... the smiling approval of the man - in- the - moon . . . and the smart woman, gowned in the mode that has the faintest suggestion of yesterday, and is yet — so much of today. The Evening Gown featured, is Flesh color Embroidered Organdy with French Blue Moire making a ribbon sash. • The Evening Bag is palest Opaline Rose with Frame and Handle of Gold Filigree and an exquisite Clasp of studded Turquoise. EVENING GOWN . . . FOURTH FLOOR BAG . . . MAIN FLOOR CHAS A STEVENS & BROS 4 TWQCI4ICAG0AN TABLES AND TIMES <iMorning — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Margraff direct ing the Blackstone string quintette. Hoerttrich directing the service and tra ditionally good. STEVEHS HOTEL— HO S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. Sumptuous and spacious. Music by Benson in the Main Dining Room. Dinners $2.00 and $3.00. In the Colchester Grill dinner $1.50, luncheon 85c and music. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Su perior 2380. A la carte service and if you are going just one place for a quiet evening. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Hoefle serving your needs in the Balloon Room, open from 10:00 until 3:00 on Friday and Saturday. A la carte service, cover charge $1.50 week days and $3.00 Sat urday with Marty Stone's orchestra. Pompeiian Room — no cover charge and a la carte service. Marty Stone also supplying the rhythm. Louis XVI — no cover charge and dinner $2.50. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. Symphonic sustenance in the Empire Room with Mutschler heading impeccable service. Dinner $2.50. Chicago Room — Horrmann headwaiter and dinner $1.50. Victorian Room — Mr. Gartmann servicing and dinner $2 00 BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. One of those monuments to American cooking satisfying the pal ate that desires plenty. Dinner $1.25 and $1.75. And Sandrock shows the wav. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1616 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. A part of the contemporary whirl, gay and deftly served. Hoffman is precise with dinners $1.50 and $2.00 in the Main Dining Room. Privately at $2.50. No dancing withal. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. The apex atmosphere and lavish cuisine. Dan Russo's orchestra plays in the Summer Garden. Cover charge 50c week days, Saturdays $1.25. Dinners $2.00 and $2.50. LAKESHORE DRIVE HOTEL — 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. Ex clusive rendezvous of this moire decade. Dinner $2.50 and no dancing. Langs- dors is maitre. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at Oak Street. Superior 2200. Distinction and tradition and half a hundred other things to make this one of the memor able places of the Town. Peter Ferris heading the service in the Main Dining Room — service a la carte. Bill Dona hue'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. Offer ing few delights during the summer lull — Bal Tabarin and College Inn being closed. The Celtic Room offers a la carte service though no dancing. BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Offering Prussian plat ters and plentiful. Grubel will tend your need and the dinner $2.00. BELMONT HOTEL — 3156 Sheridan Road Bittersweet 2100. Where the summer throng gathers and the gourmets pronounce it better than good. Scusser bows. Dinner $1.50 and $2.00 and no dancing. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. An afternoon and evening retreat with some ultimate satisfactions. Dancing for private par ties. Service a la carte in the Main Din ing Room with concert music. Dinner $2.00. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Walton Place. Superior 4264. The Oriental Room, Town Club, or private party rooms are serviced for any occa sion deftly, brilliantly, and ho-ho. Din ner $1.25. <Dusk Till Dawn CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Whether your mood runs Chinese or Southern the cooking is among the superlatives. Al Handler's orchestra a distinct aid to digestion. Cover charge $1.00 Service a la carte and Gene Har ris greets you. MY CELLAR— 205 N. Clark. Dearborn 6153. Down, down, down to joy and up, up, up to pleasure unconfined. Cover charge Saturday and Sunday 50c. Eddie Makin's orchestra. Dinners $1.50 and $2.00. CLUB METROPOLE— 2300 S. Michigan. Victory 3400. The fastidious night crowd find this among the weekly fea tures and Art Kassel providing the big reason. Cover charge after 9:00 $1.00. Dinner $1.50. VILLA VENICE— Milwaukee Ave. at Des Plaines River. Wheeling 8. Mons. Bouche offering the smartest night club entertainment in this man's town or any man's town. Cover charge after 10:00 $2.00. Featuring a musical revue and dancing. You'll like the crooning gon- daliers. Dinner $3.50 and $4.00. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove Avenue. Dorchester 0074. Al Quod- bach offering a new summer garden and a perfect blue dispeller in Irving Aaron- son and his commanders. Bill Leather nodding at your entrance. Dinners $2.50 and $3.00. Cover charge $1.00. FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charlie Straight and his band offer dis tinct harmonies and even the food has personality. The entertainment unusual for this Western front. Cover charge $1.00 week days Saturday $1.50. LINCOLN TAVERN— Dempster Road. Morton Grove 1919. Tom Gerun and his band offer some eye and ear balm and the food equally tasteful. Dinners $2.50 and $3.00. No cover charge. COLOSIMO'S— Wabash at 22nd. Calu met 1127. Dinner $1.50 and no cover charge. 9:00 o'clock arrives and with it plenty of zip zip, boom boom, and danc ing. A la carte service and a couvert charge of 50c. DELLS— Dempster Road. Morton Grove 1717. Meats and music on display. Coon-Sanders Original Nighthawks re ceiving a large hand and the food to eager palates. Dinner $2.50. Cover charge during the week 50c. Saturday $1.00. Luncheon — Dinner — Later ST. HUBERTS OLD EH.GLISH 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 atmosphere. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. Gauged by^ its appeal to masculine taste and that's something. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. Reliable, alert and well- victualled. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. An extensive German menu and it's good. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. In the Castilian mode and agreeable to purse and palate. RED STAR INN— H28 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. The quiet of an old German Inn and seductive hearty food. /IM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Sea food in profusion until 4 A. M. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. A late steak and sandwich shop. HIHE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. It should be one thou sand — it's grand. Times have changed under new guidance. /ULIEN'S— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Mama Julien supervises and there's but one table — a splendid French fam ily meal. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lake Park Ave nue. Deftly served in the French mode. L'AfGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A New Orleans-Parisian cuisine, quiet or music as you like, hospitality unconfined. ROCOCO HOUSE -161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. Swedish and suavely served with smorgarsbrod and other things. CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. Catering to the haute monde and bril liantly. THE ROUND TABLE— 57 W. Chicago. Charmingly unconventional and inex pensive and good food. CORSIGLIO'S — Orleans at Illinois. Ravioli that is ravishing. EITEL'S Northwestern Station. Quiet — convenient — and restful, where good restaurants are few and far between. LA TOUR d ' ARGENT— Pal molive Build ing on North Michigan. New to the town and already a magnet for those of sophisticated palate. HUYLER'S— 20 South Michigan and 310 North Michigan. Just the places to slip in unobtrusively for a hasty lunch. HARD/NO'S COLONIAL TEA ROOM — Wabash, south of Madison. Popular and efficient for luncheon or tea. FOO CHOW'S— 411 South Clark. Serv ing, as you would expect, a Chinese cuisine, and is modestly aloof without damaging the purse. MARCELLO'S— 1408 South Wabash. Spaghetti and chicken dinners and one may play the gourmand. GASTIS— 3259 North Clark. Another of the Swedish caterers and not a little sat isfying. THE CHICAGOAN 5 SKBOQDIAL. TENNIS National Clay Court Championships, Kansas City, Mo., Rock Hill Tennis Club, July 14. Chicago Public Parks Championships, Hamilton Park, July 19. Lawsonia Invitational, Lawsonia Country Club, Green Lake, July 26 to Aug. 2. Beverly Hills Men's Open, Beverly Hills Tennis Club, August 4. Southern Illinois Tournament, Benton, Benton Country Club, Aug. 6. Central Illinois Tournament, Springfield, Aug. 7-9. National Women's Championships, Forest Hills, New York, Aug. 18. Beverly Hills Women's Open, Beverly Hills Tennis Club, August 18. Meeker Trophy, Armour Tennis Club, Chicago, August 18. 17th Annual Labor Day Open, Hamilton Park, Chicago, August 23. National Men's Championships, Forest Hills, New York, Sept. 6. GOLF Chicago District Amateur, Calumet Country Club, July 8-11. National Open, Interlachen, Minneapolis, July 10-12. Women's Western Open, Acacia Country Club, July 14-19. Western Amateur, Beverly Country Club, July 21-26. Women's Western Junior, Evanston Golf Club, July 21-26. Chicago District Tournament, Women's Western, Illinois Golf Club, July 28- Aug. 2. Ten Thousand Dollar Open, St. Paul, Aug. 14-16. Western Open, Detroit, Aug. 20-23. POWER BOATS AND SAIL BOATS East and West Shores Cruise, Chicago Motor Yacht Club, July 12-31. 10th Annual Saugatuck Race, Jackson Park Yacht Club, July 12. 23rd Annual Mackinac Race, Chicago Yacht Club, July 19. Lipton and Nutting Cup Races, Chicago Yacht Club, Aug. 14-15-16. 19th Annual Triangular Race, Chicago Yacht Club, Aug. 29. Lutz Trophy Races, Jackson Park Yacht Club, Sept. 5-6-7. Richardson Cup Races, Lake Michigan Yachting Assn., Sept. 10-11-12. Great Lakes Championship Star Class, Sheridan Yacht Club, Sept. 11-12-13. HORSE RACING American National Jockey Club, Arlington Heights, 111., June 30-Aug. 2. Chicago Business Men's Racing Assn., Hawthorne, Aug. 4-23. Lincoln Fields Jockey Club, Crete, Illinois, Aug. 25-Sept. 27. ROD AND GUN National Tournament, Buffalo, New York, Aug. 21-23. Lincoln Park Tournament, Lincoln Park Casting Club, Sept. 7. BASEBALL CHICAGO WHITE SOX— Comiskey Park against New York July 12, 13, 14, 15; Philadelphia, July 16, 17, 18, 19; Boston, July 20, 21, 22, 23; Washington, July 24, 25, 26, 27; St. Louis, July 30, 31. CHICAGO CUBS— Wrigley Field against Cincinnati, July 28, 29; Pittsburgh, Aug. 1, 2, 3; Boston, Aug. 8, 9, 10, 11; Brooklyn, Aug. 12, 13, 14, 15; Phila delphia, 16, 17, 18, 19. TRACK AND FIELD EVENTS Police Field Day, sponsoring events for Central A. A*. U., Aug. 16-17, at Sol diers Field. Americans vs. British Field Day, sponsored by National A. A. U., at Soldiers Field, Aug. 27. SWIMMING Illinois Athletic Swim Marathon, Chicago lakefront, Aug. 30. 6 THE CHICAGOAN Underwood & Underwood MICHIGAN BOULEVARD Night comes and frail pearls shimmer on the throat of an urban pedant; street of infinite dilemma, symphony of progress — of cyclopic destiny, insurgent herald of less erring time, animate with bleatings of Pan and the bulge of dominance; while beyond the shrill echo from Mammon *s acres, a gold frosted planet in the speckled sky moves on with solemn unconcern, eager in swift retreat to tumble over the rim of dawn and be gone. —DAVID ADAIR CHICAGOAN WHITE HOUSE news copy is not, under Mr. Hoover, all that it has been in livelier administra tions. The present encumbent's "noble experiment" stands a lone creation against the smart array of pat phrases that sputtered from Woodrow Wilson's quill. If his phrase ology is less stodgy than Warren Gamaliel Harding's, it is also less sprightly than the brittle language of Calvin Coolidge. The engineer executive runs to volume rather than sparkle. The gentlemen of the press, therefore, may be pardoned for snapping up the wine-glass story as hot news, if not for dubbing it. None of the clever little stories chronicling the event brought out the important point, -viz: The glasses were stored ... not scrapped! Lingle THE connections which Alfred Lingle, the murdered reporter, actually had with The Tribune are very much easier to understand than the connections he is alleged to have had with various police officials. As a police reporter The Tribune properly looked to Alfred Lingle as a source of news of the racket world. What, if anything, he was doing in connection with the racket world, in addition to collecting news, is a matter that should have received the attentions of the police department. The apparent failure of the department to know — or permit itself to know — what this reporter was doing in the racket world along the line of conducting a fairly extensive and seemingly successful business, meanwhile carrying The Tribune as a sideline, has left that newspaper in a decided ly uncomfortable position, what with the public's willing ness to believe even the most fantastic stories of the presumed ramifications of underworld operations. Keen and alert as The Tribune is properly credited with being, it still provides no mystery in not knowing much about the outside-office activities of one of its numerous representatives — especialy alongside of the fact that these activities were carried on immediately about, if not actually befpre, officials whose primary business is just such a job. Myopia THE drama editors, usually amiable fellows as quick to label a defect as a perfection, are at great pains and considerable length to explain a summer schedule of but three plays — or is it two? One of them ventures the opinion that a general economic disturbance has had its way with the box offices. Another asserts that actors of major importance decline to spend summer inland. A third timidly argues that sex has too thoroughly absorbed the attention of the playwrights and is not an enticing warm weather subject. All are agreed that the talking- pictures have nothing to do with the case. Without wish to disrupt this or any agreement on the part of these seldom unanimous gentlemen, we believe that the talking-pictures have not merely something but everything to do with the present status of the stage. Presenting the best stage players at their best, in one- third the curtain time, on convenient schedule and in comfortable surroundings, the talking pictures have simply become the better entertainment. Although there is a good deal of point in trying to restore a more desirable balance between the two dramatic media, we see none in assuming an ostrich attitude. Diagnosis WE'VE been doing a little serious thinking about Chicago's unearned notoriety as a crime capital and are pleased to find ourself at difference with the ex perts as to its cause. None of the popular theories satisfac torily explain why a town officially listed thirty-ninth among major American communities in point of homi cides should be generally regarded as the world's most dangerous city. The claim that Chicago criminals possess a distinctive flair for the picturesque, resulting in bigger and better head lining of their misdeeds, doesn't stand up when their piece de resistance, the St. Valentine's Day slaughter, is com pared on a basis of technique with the execution of Arnold Rothstein. The claim that Chicago newspapers intent upon maintaining war-time circulation totals have attained un matched skill in the art of glorifying gory details fails when Chicago newspapers are compared with New York tabloids, Detroit dailies or The Los Angeles Examiner. The theory that it is simply Chicago's turn to play the villain in world melodrama is merely pleasant piffle of course. Our less fanciful explanation is this: That the people of Chicago are still capable of being shocked by events deemed routine in frontier settlements and in communities aged to static indifference, and are still capable of reacting to pro test with such vigor that its swollen echo suggests condi tions which are not substantiated by undramatized facts and figures. Somehow, although it suggests no course of action promising relief, this explanation makes the Town's defa mation a good deal easier to bear. Endurance THE four young men so suitably from Sparta, Illinois, have done about as much endurance flying as there appears to be good reason for doing. They have proved that two healthy aviators, working in relays, can main tain an adequate degree of consciousness for at least as long a time as they will ever need to. They have proved that a fairly shipshape plane can be sustained in flight long enough to accomplish encirclement of the earth. Aviation science has more or less practical uses for these proofs, just as, quite incidentally, Chicago has a practical use for the publicity accruing from the Hunters' gracious application of its name to their vehicle. But, with these proofs safely provided, the practice of flying against time has served its purpose. Whatever actual benefits it could bring to aviation, in scientific knowledge or in helpful publicity, it has brought. The next flight will be about as inspiring as a marathon dance contest. 8 im CHICAGOAN Beach Fashions Such a gay, young mode ... such an exuberant one... a mode that does the unexpected in colours ... to flatter bronze skins ... a mode where chic is individuality ... and individuality is to be (ound ... at Saks-Fifth Avenue. Saks-Fifth Avenue North Michigan at Chestnut THE CHICAGOAN 9 "CLEVER, MY DEAR WATSON" Disclosures Marking the Unofficial Return of Sherlock Holmes By A. S. CHAPMAN 44 /VrTRAORDINARY. my dear -*v Watson, to say the least." Holmes the imperturbable and Wat son the meek were once again in that quiet little apartment in Baker Street, Holmes scanning The London Times, Watson intrigued with one of his rare copies of Dickens, the large overstuffed room murky with smoke. A quiet evening. Watson made no answer. Holmes did not expect one, but he kept on murmuring while he stuffed a fresh pinch of shag into his old calabash, fluttered the paper and arched his eye brows in a characteristic pose. Holmes was disturbed — decidedly. "Why, Watson, old man, these blasted Yankees are stealing our stuff. Here's a place over there, a North western school in Chicago, that is out with some kind of laboratory for de tecting crime with science." "Well, I wonder, Holmes, what they think we've been detecting crime with. Have you finished reading the account? It may be a hoax, some new fantastic plot for a novel." "No, Watson, this is apparently genuine. They're talking about ballis tics, whatever that may be, and moul- age and lie detecting. This is no blooming hoax." "Well, we've used only one method before for getting facts we wanted — " "Righto, old man; that's just what we'll do, and we'll be back in time for a shot at some quail at Drury's Moor. We simply must have a rest next month, and after this ..." ONCE again a certain house in Lon don was darkened and locked. Once more letters and telegrams lay unopened and the calls from Scotland yard unanswered. Watson, too, for the first time, was among the missing. Came Watson and Holmes to America, to Chicago and to Boul. Mich. Not even the sophisticates could be casual in glancing at two men who walked north from the Link Bridge with panther strides. Watson would not be uncommon in a crowd, might be overlooked, but not Holmes. He was the one of the hawk-nose, fur rowed face, with clothes slightly anachronous, with the unresting eye, with the sharp voice, with every move deliberate. On they walked, noticed but un- noticing, pausing to comment on the Tribune Tower and the Palmolive Building, but the curious crowds were snarling traffic and Watson urged Holmes to wait for a night view and they hurried on to McKinlock Cam pus. Colonel Calvin Goddard and Doc tor Clarence Muehlberger of the Crime School received them cordially and proceeded to demonstrate, as Dr. Wat son expressed it later in one of his rare witticisms, that crime and tide wait for no man. 4 4\/0\J say, Doctor," Holmes was I asking, "that you are a toxicoli- gist. Do they have enough poison cases about here to require you?" "Well, that's really just a part of my work. Some of the time I am helping Colonel Goddard in his researches. Fact is, the coroner here has a staff of toxicoligists, but all are busy with rou tine work. Colonel Goddard and I are much like you and Watson. We are on hand for special services and are ready at any moment. The sooner the call, the sooner a helpful discovery." Dr. Muehlberger recognized that he had a receptive audience; Holmes sharply attentive, Watson taking notes without lowering his eyes. He con tinued, "Colonel Goddard has been paged from every corner of the coun try for his services in ballistics. Police and public, skeptical and unfamiliar, are beginning to realize what this scientific knowledge can do in murder cases. Perhaps you and Watson recall reading of the Moran massacre. Colo nel Goddard was able to decide in this case that some of the bullets used in this outrage came from a Thompson machine gun. It look a long time to locate the gun. An empty house near St. Joseph, Michigan, finally yielded the weapon, but the man who lived there had flown. He is uncaught as yet, but we know who he is and we have some powerful evidence against him, or his comrades." HOLMES glanced at Watson with a don't-tell-him-about-us expres sion and Watson played another open ing: "But suppose, with all this tes timony that you build up, that you convict the wrong man? The evidence is quite circumstantial, isn't it?" "Quite right, Dr. Watson, it is purely circumstantial, but oftimes we 10 imCUICAGOAN work as much with the premise of who is not guilty, as with the other. Our testimony may help to clear an inno cent suspect, as well as convict a criminal. Recently there was a mur der in a local suburb. A young woman was found strangled to death in her apartment, with a black ribbon pulled tightly about her neck. It was called the ribbon murder because of the method used, but in addition to the welt caused by the ribbon around her neck there were also finger marks. "Now, at the time, two men were suspected, the victim's husband and a colored janitor. We were not called until twenty-four hours after the crime, which may or may not be too late. I took fingernail scrapings from each one, but there was no evidence that their nails had clawed the neck of the murdered woman. This granted an allowance of time for further re search, and in the interim a man was arrested who confessed the murder." Holmes had been tense through all this but now he ventured a comment in the direction of Watson, who was scribbling with all haste. "Gad, Wat son, that's like a page from one of our note books," and turning to Dr. Muehlberger, there was something of understanding and something of quiz zical sympathy in his question: "But, Doctor, what about this lie detector that the Times spoke about?" "~T^HE lie detector is Leonard 1 Keeley's department," was the reply. "It's been ridden more than a little, but it may prove valuable in establishing a man's guilt or innocence. Any man under a third degree or cross examination may assume a poker face and mislead the shrewdest, but he can not always control his internal emo tional disturbances, and here the lie detector may force a show-down. The machine records these impulses through blood pressure and respiration, and the markings on a graphic chart may tell a long story about as briefly as any story can be told." Watson interposed, largely to keep up with his notes: "Could you give a practical example Doctor?" MUEHLBERGER could: "Here's a case of two bond salesmen in Wisconsin who were arrested for a bank robbery. It happened while they were in this small town and circum stances made them natural suspects. The lie-detecting machine was brought in and the questioning began. First questions are irrelevant and there may be no reaction. They may be asked 'Is your name John Jones?' or 'Do you live in Peoria?' and the machine re cords graphically and evenly their sim ple yes or no. These questions will also overcome mental resistance and make way for the test questions, as 'What time did you enter the bank?' and 'Did you rob the bank?' The tests with these two bond salesmen were negative except for the fact that one of the men showed a decided re action to the question 'Did you gradu ate from high school?' "But there were some people in the town who had sworn that these two men were the robbers and, quite rea sonably, they were held for trial. Again in the interim, the real robbers were caught and the money recovered. We asked one of the salesmen the rea son for his reaction when asked about his high school training. He told a revealing story: He had never at tended high-school; he worked in a bank among men who were college graduates; he had a complex about ad mitting his lack of education. This sensitiveness was graphically apparent when he was being examined with Leonard Keeley's lie detector. Of course, in all this, our work is largely one of interpretation, and this truth machine may furnish valuable clues that either force or inevitably lead to the truth." "That's the word, Doctor; interpre tation," said Watson. "That's the only plausible way for handling any thing connected with crime. Some time it must be the attitude of 'see and wait,' and again, 'Wait and seize.' Interpreting the human with the sci entific equation is the most interesting part of the work." "INTERESTING, Dr. Watson, no I end, and especially this new work of Dr. Watzek's, called moulage. Dr. Watzek comes from Vienna, an in spector of police there, and perhaps you know that the continent is far and away the leader in this kind of crime detection. Our police are familiar enough with finger prints, but they are behind Europe in making casts, and that is moulage, making these casts and subjecting them to microscopic treatments to reveal clues. "Colonel Goddard has a cast of his forefinger, made in Europe, so perfect that even the lines on the inside of the hand and the pores of the skin are re produced. Moulage is decidedly help ful in securing fingerprints that were thought impossible to obtain. Our police know about measuring foot prints and tracks, and making photo graphs, but measurements and photo graphs do not bring out a footprint, or the track of an automobile tire, with their spots and defects, like a cast. With moulage, the cast made may supply the very evidence needed." AT this point Colonel Goddard en- f\ tered Dr. Muehlberger's study, acknowledged introduction to the dis tinguished Englishmen and took up the thread of his confrere's exposition. "Naturally," he began, "I do not wish to speak too optimistically about this science of ballisticsi but it will have won its place within a few years. It will come into its own by sheer con sistent performance in cases where bul lets and guns are concerned. Perhaps you know that no two guns are alike, even if they were made by the same machine. There are apparently trivial differences in the breech-block or the rifling. It may be that one firing-pin will leave its imprint upon a bullet in a different manner than another." Col. Goddard went on: "When a bullet is found in the body of a mur dered man, it is often an easy matter to determine the type of gun that was used. If the police arrest a suspect with the same type of gun in his pos session it may be the beginning of the end. If I fire a test bullet from that gun and it shows the same markings as the bullet in the body of the mur dered man, you would say there was something to go into a huddle about, wouldn't you, Mr. Holmes." "Well, rather, Colonel. I'd no idea that proofs would be shaped after that fashion." "Well, that's just a starter for the police. They have the gun used and now they have to place a plus sign between the gun and the man who used it. On the surface it may seem circumstantial, but it's decidedly im portant. Would you and Dr. Watson like a look at my arsenal? I have guns ranging from the size and shape of a fountain pen, and deadly, too, up to revolvers using a fifty-six bullet." (MOTE: Of course the distin guished visitors wished to inspect the collection, as they did, later, the violet ray laboratory of Pacini and the studio of Dr. 'Watzek. Their reactions ot these revelations will be related in an early issue.) TI4ECI4ICAGOAN n SO THIS IS VENICE Likewise the Dells, and Casa Granada THE thirties stir toward thrill. Winter came and with it Human ism, market streamers, a prohibition poll and The Stein Song. Spring brought more headlines, a salty wail from Gandhi and beginning of the end for a noble experiment. Summer yawns wanly over pygmy golf courses and lo, there's music in the air, dusk- till-dawn taverns tinkle syncopated welcome— the night gardens have blos somed again. It's nice to be in Venice in the mid dle of the night. A brief whirl north on Milwaukee Road to the Desplaines River and the Villa Venice shelters all that the continent may offer. In the middle of the night because Venice is almost ordinary under the sun and the Villa not more enchanting. But drape the sun and let the stars embroider the heavens, the moon, too, complete the sky-crest, and you've stumbled near the other side of paradise. Venice is not a matter of chance beauty. It's a matter of historic ac ceptance. One must be sentimental about this city of night glories and there's no place like it under the wide blue, except a few miles north of this town's border. This Venetian trans plantation is deliberately orthodox and variable not a whit from the carnival city of the continent. Nature played ber part, but an artful human hand has By GAEL SULLIVAN NOTE: In dutiful and cheerful discharge of its solemn obligation to townsman and guest, The Chicagoan herewith presents its an nual report of the better night har bors tltat fringe the summer city. conspired with her to make it the American Lido. THERE are real gondolas and there are real gondoliers. There are dryads and water nymphs and I did not go too near them. I wanted to believe that they were no less real. The gondolas are elaborately equipped, appointed in red morocco leather and curtained in black and gold. The gon doliers will either strum or hum a tune as the flimsy craft skims the murky Desplaines. In the distance there will be multi-colored lights and no end of bleating from irrepressible saxophones. A medieval adventure in a modern haven. The dawn comes too soon. I like Mons. Bouche. He is the Villa Venice when it needs a voice. He is eccentric and saturated with the manana complex of the old world. He has decided views and takes no little pains to express them. He is a gour met and unostentatious withal. One never feels under obligation to Mons. Bouche. One does feel that his kind ness to his guests is not to be con sidered an ordinary service, but a unique gesture of hospitality where gratitude does not require overstuffed appreciations. Mons. Bouche has a penchant for serving good entertain ment to complement his food. He di rects it, and after that it speaks for itself. A series of seventeen acts of fer the swiftest night-club entertain ment I have ever witnessed. Mons. Bouche knew and exploited Helen Morgan before Ziegfeld heard her and has made other discoveries. I, too, made some discoveries. Not the least, that I had been decidedly roused from the summer lethargy that lowers pulse and spirit. That even to walk in the gardens of the Villa Venice takes the tarnish from the sameness of the hours and piques latent zests to ac cept some memorable minutes. I did not dine until the middle of the night. The old day crawled into its lavender unwillingly, with a lingering sigh. I would remember the squab en casse role. I would remember the chanting gondolier. I would remember the 'There are real gondolas and real gondoliers at Villa Venice 12 TI4EG4ICAGOAN "I found something new in the New Dells, and even for the sense seemingly effete there will be a revival, a renaissance in the star spangled manner and last ing" \0\ dance to the sun gods. I would re member Venice from the Villa. I HAVE not known the pent-house blues. I have cliff-dwelled when I could not walk by the lake and I have talked with men who were forever fashioned in their narrow grooves. And I know that Babbitt or banker, sub-deb and dowager, all ask — some times futilely — the big night-fall ques tion, "Where will we go tonight?" There may be some utility in the old acceptances of pleasure, but7the know ing and untimid soul must have the new. I found something new in the New Dells, and even for the sense seemingly effete there will be a revival, a renaissance in the star spangled man ner and lasting. I suggest a casual look- in, and any one of four men will pro vide the reason for not leaving until the hours are adolescent. I think I shall place Sam Hare first. Not because he'll occupy most of the spot-light. Perhaps you won't even see him. But Sam Hare has a profound knowledge of one art — culinary — and, yes, the food is blue-ribboned through every course. Sam Hare is too de liberately serious to be a congenial cos mopolitan. The first five minutes with him are almost as frigid as the display refrigerator in one corner of this glee emporium. But there's an aftermath, one of decided warmth, and the man has a reason for everything. Perhaps he is reticent because he is too logical. Perhaps he doesn't want too many to know that he is pliantly cordial and sympathetic of guest needs. It doesn't matter, either way. Sam Hare man ages the bes' li'l chow and terpsichorc joint on the northern frontier of the town. THE New Dells is done in a mod ern motif, cool effect in soft rose- ates and dull gold. The master of ceremonies, Earl'Rickard, scores heavi ly in the applause. He's worth it and accepts it modestly. When this man steps out on the boards and puts on his best lunatic disposition he takes the curse off cleverness. And I come, as one comes to an epilogue or an X envoi or a great scroll of honor, to chisel an epithet for Coon-Sanders and their band. This music of Coon-Sanders seems to slip into the blood, increase the tempo to a sharp arpeggio and add spinal quivers for the after-dose. Fox trots may be foxtrots, and so the waltz, but Coon- Sanders and their warbling maleodeons are final in the subtleties of jazzmania. It is their kind of music that suggests a difference between zip rituals and tepid boopadoopery. The New Dells offers a menu that slides deftly away from the prosaic and yet retains the popular platters for surfeited palates. The clientele of any evening would provoke not a little thumbing of Who's Who, and music and meal provide their balanced diet. Strangely, all this does not leave purse gaps that postpone other pleasures. Strangely, Sam Hare has made of the New Dells a patrician play place, and I am certain that Petronius Arbiter as one of the former day connoisseurs would give it the nod. THERE are three good reasons why Casa Granada is one of the ritzi' est night havens in the south of Chi' cago. They are: the music of Irving Aaronson, the orchestra of Irving Aaronson, and Irving Aaronson 's band. It's that great big band from the South and ho-ho from the first slide of the trombone to the last cymbal crash. Casa Granada is the surprise night club of the contemporary whirl and to be in it, you've got to travel south three score blocks and seven from the Loop. It might be a moorish garden, or a sunken flower-bed somewhere along the Avon, but the atmosphere is any thing but provincial. I wandered to the front while Ruth Pettey was sup plying the neuter pronoun to the whole affair and she's a right person able lady. But Manager McKay and the grand potentate, Al Quodbach, had averred that Aaronson and his Com manders would be the beau geste of the ballroom and, critical as I had planned to be, my puritan phlegm went for nought. " It was a bloomin' pleas ure that I wot not of. I melted like steel in a Bessemer crucible, and softly admitted to the gentlemen on my right that they were right, two ways. CASA GRANADA is not new to the town, Guy Lombardo, now crooning short ones on Long Island, Ted Wecms and Fred Waring, hav ing all made this their chateau de TI4E CHICAGOAN 13 gloire. But the new summer garden is just that to the last table, though the service is old in its impartial and deft fulfillment. Freddie Farnham has the distinction of being one of the first all- time night-crooners in the cabarets and his observations on the gay nineties are pungent, pointed, pithy. And to return to Irving Aaronson, the man who batons it for the uppiest little band in the present land. He is one of the few leaders of bands, who does not try to compromise the cheering. He plays his part with un- obstrusive valor and finesse. Per sonality Phil Saxe and Trumpeting Red Stanley tell you what to expect and then do it in a way unexpected. Their Cuff Song and The Fourteen Count were amusing divertissements and were laureled properly. This band has performed in the Talkie- graphs and possesses a definite savoir faire in crowd-cudgeling for applause. I like their methods, their music, their many modes of dispelling blues. Summer, in the main, is its own de liberate enticement to enjoyment, but the added feature of knowing where and when to go have salvaged hours that might have been scuttled among forgotten things. The American taste could stand a revolt — on the side of hedonism — a definite appeal for more epicures. The need for a leisure hour equilibrium is acute. This man's town is not devoid of tempting magnets to pleasure. Let the ticker tape tick on, let the "blue noses grow bluer, let the night only have a moon and a haven where joys throb blissfully on . . . serene within a pleasure-seeking heart, pagan but proud . . . H6-hum. NOTE: A seasonably extensive supplementary listing of the Town's dining and dancing places is fur nished on page 4 of this issue. Urban Phenomena Hysteria Lies So Close Beneath the Surface SPOTLIGHT on the Young Man About Town: Being indispen sable to the Gay Social Whirl of any metropolis, this Important Character forever enjoys the limelight. Hostesses cry for him, debutantes vie for him, and young widows sigh for him. If he Dances Divinely, Plays the Piano or is Screamingly Funny, he can hail from any Quaint Little Town in Iowa. If his main asset is playing a snappy game of Contract, he had better have Good Connections in Boston. But woe "Casa Granada is the sur prise night club of the con temporary whirl . . . it might be a Moorish garden, or a sunken flower-bed somewhere along the Avon, but the atmosphere is any thing but provincial" to him who is dubbed "Nice," for he must have Much Money. These Devastatingly Attractive Gentlemen gather from points near and far to Sell Bonds and Make Life Simple for Women. Their engage ment books are full to bursting. Invi tations for dinners at which they arrive, if at all, Delightfully Dinner- coated two hours late; for Debut balls where they Disregard the Debutantes, Attend the Bar and spend the evening passing In and Out. They are Seen scintillating at Sunday lunches, week ends at gay estates in the country, horse-shows, box-parties at the opera and theater, at teas and suppers. They are usually Late, always Welcome and generally Bored. It appears that Anxious Hostesses go to no end of trouble to please them. Harassed brains get more harassed preparing Perfect Menus to tempt their jaded appetites. Champagne is theirs in Rock Crystal glasses, imported cigarettes, music (should they Con sider Dancing) by the Kings of Jazz, Entertainers from the Best Musical Comedies and dozens of girls to Flatter and Amuse them. Blond girls, dark girls, Titian-haired girls; plump girls, thin girls, giggly girls, serious or simple girls. Girls turned out by the combined genius of Patou, Houbigant, Agnes, Cartier and a Willing Check Book. All the Gentlemen have to do is Be There! But every silver lining has its dark cloud. These poor men are Martyrs to Frivolity. They work all day and dance all night. They have to sample everyone's father's best Bourbon, they might have to sit through the same stage hit three nights in succession, and every time they are taken to the opera Garden is singing Carmen. They have dined so frequently on squab they feel like sprouting wings and pecking at the floor. The Women they draw for dinner partners Seldom Suit. We appreciate their attitude no matter what it is, Life being Like That in Big Cities. So Several Times Hur ray for the Young Men about Town. Wouldn't It All be depressing with out them? — VIRGINIA SKINKLE. 14 TUQCUICAGOAN DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS MRS. ROBERT R. McCORMICK: Known informally as Mrs. Bertie and as the charming chatelaine of a large farm at Wheaton and another smaller one at Lake Forest; polo enthusiast, especially during winter sojourn at the McCormick home in Aiken, South Carolina; proud of her blooded stock and diligent overseer of her farm products; wife of the editor of The Chicago Tribune, prominent at Saddle and Cycle and Onwentsia, brilliant in the bril liance of contemporary society MRS. IRENE CASTLE McLAUGHLIN: Commandingly among the social-wise, the best dressed woman in America, bay- leaved at one time as the world's greatest dancer, prominent during fox-hunting sea son at Onwentsia and tireless humane worker throughout the twelvemonth; has never learned bridge or been vaccinated, her own dicta; keeper of a fashionable dog- refuge called Orphans of the Storm, which fire destroyed but time rebuilt; honored by National Anti-Vivisection Society for her work among dogs; author of "No dog is a mutt" and has stated her preference for some dogs to some people. A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK MRS. HOWARD LINN: Most versatile Chicago aristocrat, Lake Forest hostess, equestrienne extraordinary, amateur actress, organizer of Junior League and Casino Club; as a deb a teacher in Hull House, in the thick of it in Paris during the war, founder of one of the war's great charities in The Band Box for French orphans; pro prietor of Au Paradis. smart shop; her hobby interior decorating and among her memorable renovations are College Inn and Nine Hundred; has danced with the Prince of Wales, played in a French drama at the Goodman, runner up for a golf title, a frequent traveler on the continent, dyna mic mistress of a million daily duties. MRS. ROBERT MAYNARD HUTCH- INS: Youthful wife of the youthful president of the University of Chicago, possessor of her own modest monopoly upon fame, present at most major social events of the sparkling seasons; sculptress of international repute, has exhibited her heads here and there in the best places, her artistry a real and arresting gift, her contributions to art provoking distinguished comment from the authentic critics; hopeful that some day she may enjoy a private life. MRS. CHARLES H. SWIFT: Known as Claire Dux where music is known, a lyric soprano whose genius has enlivened audiences in Europe from Copenhagen to La Scala, in America from New York to San Francisco; acclaimed in Berlin with the same gusto accorded President Hinden- burg, recognized along Unter den Linden as the best of all Leidersingers; pronounced America a woman's paradise, following her debut as Mimi in La Boheme; a major guar antee of next year's Chicago Civic Opera. TI4E CHICAGOAN 15 TOWN TALK Gleek, Archery, and Our Shrinking Amusements — Ceres, Etc.^ The Man with the Bird -^Hay Fever and Book Wars ^A Giant Jockey ~~ DArtagnan and the Gangsters By RICHARD ATWATER VETERAN GAMBLERS, mem bers of the Historical Society, art connoisseurs, or such other Humanists as may be in the audience, are invited to send in to this department anything they know about the ancient and hon orable pastime of gleek. "My aunt Wright," wrote Mr. Sam'l Pepys, "and my wife and I to cards, she teaching of us to play at gleek, which is a pretty game." Mr. Noah Webster further deposes that gleek "is played by three persons, with 44 cards, each hand hav ing twelve and eight being left for the stock." Good three-handed card games are scarce, and we want to know why gleek is not revived at once. Even its name is pretty much forgotten, sur viving only in the adage, "When Gleek meets Gleek, beware the Gleeks." Perhaps this explains why the game went out of fashion. Players prob ably no sooner formed Gleek Clubs than they started singing part-songs. Part-songs will ruin any card game. Wi Another Revival I 'HIS is the age of revivals. Even * the gentlemen in our otherwise modern apartment building have gone in for archaism, which they call arch ery. At this very moment six of them are beneath our casement, gaily twang ing bows 'n' arrows at a handsome target. It is all we can do to keep from leaning out the window and cry ing, "Well shot, my Robin Hoodlums!" The Higher the Smaller ANOTHER thing disturbing our f\ waking hours, such as they are, is the increasing tendency of our mod ern civilization to go off, like an im perfect c'anhOn, at both ends. Nothing stays the same: everything either stretches or shrinks. Skyscrapers grow taller every year; on the other hand, tennis dwindles to pingpbng, golf to dwarf golf (can you say dwarf-golf dwarf -golf dwarf -golf ?) , and news papers to tabloids. Perhaps these two apparently con tradictory symptoms are really caused by the same thing, an inferiority com plex. The bigger office buildings get, the smaller mankind feels in relation to them. Hence his taking up micro scopic sports and toy-sized reading matter. Wait a minute. We've thought of another instance of this shrinking tendency. Remember when men were men and played what was called poker, with man-sized playing cards? Then came the skyscraper, the inferiority complex, and woman suffrage. Auction bridge came in, and the tabloid or bridge card deck followed. Time went on, build ings got still higher, the people who work in them got more timid than ever. Even the little bridge cards now looked appallingly large, and were aband oned in favor of backgammon, which uses dice. Safe-looking, reassuringly small dice. By 1932 city gentlemen will wear shorts instead of long trousers and crawl on their hands and knees. Hoover will be re-elected, and Al Smith will buy a concertina to replace his barrel-organ. You mark our words. "It's Done with Mirrors" VISIBLE house numbers, for which that notable ex-Chicagoan, F. P. A., has been crying for years in his eastern column, are at last available for the resident who takes real pride in advertising his street number. The trick is described in Joseph Hagan's Popular Homecraft for July: "Attractive house numbers can be easily made from a small mirror. The numbers are drawn on the back of the mirror in reverse order. All of the silver inside of the outlines of the num bers is removed with a sharp penknife. The whole back of the mirror is then given a coat of black enamel. The black figures show up beautifully on the silver background. The numbers may be mounted by framing and then screwing the frame to the wall. Such signs can be illuminated by placing them in a box or frame wired for an electric lamp." Village Repartee GUY HARDY is quite amused at the occasional bucolic moments to be found in a big city. He was walk ing the other day down Michigan boulevard behind two policemen, each of whom was carrying a conspicuous and similar package. Passing motor ists, one after another, hailed the cops with knowing cries of "What you got there?" Finally one of the policemen thought up a good comeback, and the next passing motorist got the answer, "Anyway, it's dry goods!" Why, asks Mr. Hardy, go to the country for your vacation? The Stone Lady of LaSalle Street SHE'S so high up you can't see the expression on her face, but what do you suppose Ceres, on top of the new Board of Trade building, thinks about as she looks down on La Salle street's brokers? A lot of help she is, standing up there so motionlessly, never wigwagging a fellow whether to buy or sell. Couldn't Ceres be mount ed on a concealed turntable or some thing, to shift with the weather and thus tip the boys off concerning grain futures? One could then allude to her pleasantly as a Whirled Ceres. And while we're on the subject, the Tribune vox popper who suggested the Boiil. Mich, statue of Music be put on top of some high building deserves at least a tablet. And when are the grif fins beside the Daily ?<[ews fountain to be christened? Are they Amos 'n Andy, or Pratt' 'n' Sherman? We 16 THE CHICAGOAN think the griffin named Pratt is say ing to the other one, "Statue, Sher man?" And did building-top statues start the custom of flagpole sitting, or did flagpole sitting start the idea of having statues on top of buildings? State also which, in your opinion, is the more important, giving three reasons. And again, speaking of vox popping, the most touching letter your friend Riq has seen in months was the com plaint, also in the Tribune, of Mr. William Eichler, that he had sent in three letters on the traction question and instead of finding any of them printed, discovered the department was filled up with articles about robins. It was this lament, possibly, which stimu lated somebody to mail us the follow ing valentine. TO 1/ when I die I could come bac\ In any form, I said, A small woodpecker I would be And perch right on your head. - — 7^'Importe. The Man with the Bird WE love psychology, and only wish we could remember all the wonderful things we learn every time we see Dr. David Boder of Lewis In stitute. What we learned this week is that if you slam a cage door on a rat, he will bite the next rat. A cat can be trained to react to the jingling of money. The planetarium is an excel lent idea although the exhibit may give you a slight crick in the neck. There should be a permanent experi mental psychology museum in Chicago. And when Dr. Boder first came to this country from Mexico, he did not speak English so fluently as he does now. Another scientist, preparing to welcome Dr. Boder to America, tele phoned him to arrange a meeting and asked how he would recognize the visi tor. "I told him," chuckles the Doctor reminiscently into his luxurious beard, "that I would wear a bird." Our Alert Compositors IN the last number, our compositor carefully changed a quoted mis print of "New Work" for "New York" back to "New York," thus making our comment on what new work was meant look pretty silly. Spurred by this success, the type setter then started on a colleague's page and attributed the theory of The portrait display zvields its deathless allure . space consuming matter to Eisenstein, instead of Einstein. This, when you pause to think of what Eisenstein has been doing, is really funny. Why couldn't our department have had this joke? LSI The Bar Market PHILIP MORRIS, who has been investigating the market in bars during the last six weeks, is now will ing to turn over the investigation to the Wickersham commission. First he went to the Mills Novelty company and said "I would like to get a nice little bar." They tried to sell him an automatic music box with a violin attachment and he gave up this lead. So he went to a place he alludes to darkly in his report as "the brewing company"; which eyed our innocent looking correspondent carefully and said, "No, we haven't any bars, but the warehouses and second-hand furni ture stores are full of them." "The brewing company" then got confiden tial and gave Mr. Morris this infor mation : "The birds who supply the speak easies with booze usually supply the bar and other fixtures. Most of the old time bars have been burned for kindling wood, or appropriated by res taurants for kitchen sideboards. The newer kind are simple board affairs, in expensive and readily dispensed with. The 'G' men, in fact, have knocked off certain places so often that the dive keepers syphon the beer from the cel lar or barrel conveniently placed in the alleyway. That's why you'll rarely find a gcxxl chair in a speak." The search continued. "Finally," reports Mr. Morris, "I sought a friend who has successfully conducted three speaks in as many years. Yes, he told me, the syndicates furnish most of the joints and collect a rental on the fix tures. Some of the fine old bars cost upwards of three hundred dollars. He mentioned as the grandest genuine old bar in the city the great hulk in the place at Orleans and (another street). "Full size mirrors went out with the rise of Volstead and racketeering. Nowadays the only mirror in these joints is the one directly above the cash register, used so the beer hoister can see who wants to shoot him in the back. Ninety per cent of the booze joints are private flats, where you get beer from small kegs or swig gin out of a bottle. Just a chair, a glass or two and a sink. "Astounding as it may seem, there aren't ten private, portable, fully equipped bars in Chicago. Even the parvenu hauls his whisky and rye from the bottom of his traveling bag or medicine chest. Portable bars are a New York millionaire fad. But you can get plenty of pretzels." City Golf and Hay Fever ONE thing to be said for those dwarf golf courses on the corner lots is that they cut down the weeds that would otherwise be there; and weeds should be supplanted rather than TWE CHICAGOAN 17 VIVE RAVINIA BY MILLMAN NOTE: The Ravinia season was opened on the evening of June 21 with La Campana Summersa and without rain; Mr. Pollak's re view of the occasion appeared in the July 5 issue. — as likewise do the refreshment tables . . . planted. Midget golf as a substitute for giant weeds is perhaps an esthetic, but certainly an asthmatic improvement. Weeds are the principal cause of asthma 'n' hay fever (from now on, Amos or no Andy, we spell it "and".) There is presumably a city ordinance against weeds, which is pretty well en forced in the loop. Elsewhere, more and more as you approach the sneezing suburbs, the weeds do what they can to obscure real estate signs and bill boards, to show it's a vegetable world after all, and to send their light dry pollens adrift on the winds to keep the 35,000 Chicagoans sensitive to this toxin into dyspneic torture. Did you know that goldenrod, con trary to popular tradition, is almost harmless as a cause of hay fever? You have to hold it right up to your nose, or hang it around your room until it dries, for it to bother you. Face pow ders, we learn, cause much more trouble. And women troubled with asthma from face powder would usu ally rather have the asthma than quit using face powder. Women who play on the dwarf golf courses use face powder, thus subjecting themselves to — but Martinelli and Rethberg furnish, after all, the prime attraction. hay fever and asthma in spite of the fact that there are no weeds on the golf courses. And so it goes. Toet Buys New Hat When you see me you will \now me By the bonnet on my head, "With a feather for the weather And a band of brightest red. You will mar\ the crown of purple And the brim of hunting green, And the feather li\e the heather Standing boldly in between. It may loo\ a little tarnished Or a bit the worse for wear, But the feather, altogether, Li\e a peacoc\, will be there. — Don Juan de Barcelona. War Books, Book Wars, Etc. "ANY ONE of these army t\ planes," murmured F. L. dur ing the recent war show, "has more effect in keeping up the desire for war than a million war books have in dis couraging it." We agree. And our favorite war book, this summer, is Jacques Deval's Wooden Swords, printed last winter but held till now by the publishers so it could be a book of a summer month, if that's an ad vantage. Wooden Swords is amusing, different, and perhaps worth its weight in bombing planes. It made us think of our own days as a private in the army, and the day in particular when we dropped an army typewriter on one of our army shoes, the typewriter los ing by a score of 6 to 0. Those army shoes were no mean shoes. United Cigar Stores have opened a fifty-cent book counter to compete with those other splendid publishers, the Messieurs Walgreen. If A. Kroch knows what's what, he should place a wooden Indian in front of his boule vard book store at once. At this rate, books will soon be sold by the pound at the A. &? P. stores, and we will have ours run through the coffee machine and put in a paper bag, if you please. Or is that how James Joyce wrote Ulysses? in Strange Coincidence WE didn't notice it, being in quite an emotional state when we took Mitzi to that dog-and-cat hos pital after her experience with an au tomobile; but Dr. Arthur Cramp now tells us the place where we took our pet is "right slam up against a concern that sells furs." The Doc was slightly dis appointed not to observe a hot dog concession on the other side of the hos pital. As Mitzi came back from this place in very good condition, fur and all, we don't know what to make of it. w\ Trade Courtesies ONE of the main prizes in the re cent outboard regatta, conducted by the Times, was proudly carried away by Jun Fujita, who works on quite a different afternoon paper. To even up the score, perhaps, a syndi cate comic strip in one of the Chicago Hearst papers had a character reading a tabloid conspicuously labelled Times. Newspaper ethics seem to be thaw- 18 TUE CHICAGOAN ing a bit, as ordinarily one paper never mentions another unless it's got some thing on it. Even such daring souls as newspaper columnists are overcome, in some cases, by the dark cloud of this old tradition. The column world, by the way, has lost another conductor. The movies have tapped Arthur Sheekman, who leaves Town with a garland of our best regards around his retiring shoul ders. We'll miss his entertaining and goodhumored column, but bravely thump our stein to his first million dol lars in the louder medium. <iAn Exciting Business THEN there's the specialist in Freudianism who told T. C. that the trouble with psychiatrists is it "gets" them sooner or later. "Do you know," the mental wizard cried in great impressiveness, "I am the only one of us left who is still entirely sane?" T. C. was quite taken back. Espe cially, he tells us, when he noted the wizard, during this conversation, took off his rubbers and put them on again eleven times. vn Equivalent If l can not hold you Tenderly and long. Dearly must I \eep you And love you — in a song. Time shall he forgotten, Still my heart shall sing Ballads of your beauty, For remembering. If I can not find you Down the path I go, Happiness be with you, Not a sign of woe. So shall 1 adore you — Sweeter be my song — Though I can not hold you Tenderly and long. — Arrow-Head. D 'Artagnan and the Gangland Musketeers A YOUNG Frenchman who recently . came to work on a Chicago pa per, did so not so much because of Mr. Horace Greeley's noted advice to go west as because he had read all those gangland stories (which you may be sure lose nothing in picturesque touches when they are translated abroad) , and was sure Chicago was the Bagdad of modern crime. He wanted to see the shootings first hand. For a while, after his arrival here, 'fry it again now, girls, and remember, graceful does it . . . watch me' By he thought it was only his ignorance of the right places that caused his in ability, for all that he was now in the city of his dreams, ever to happen on an actual machine gun in operation. Lately, however, a feeling of suspicion has come over him. Can it be, he wonders, that all those Chicago stories are fictitious exaggerations? The other night he walked into what he had been told was one of the tough est speakeasies in the history of crime. Anxiously he strode up to the bar and requested an illegal drink. The place THE CHICAGOAN 19 'Exactly what I wanted . . . something simple for the opening number" such horrible stuff. I also refuse to pay for it." The bartender looked at the young visitor. The apaches of this sinister rendezvous eyed this unheard-of chal lenge with significant stares. "Bah!" repeated the young French man, turned on his heel, and elbowed his way out of the notorious nest. Nothing else happened. "And they call Chicago a tough city," snorted the visitor as he walked home in disgust. The Outraged Ticket Taker THIS CHAP (narrates Ray) was a veteran newspaper writer and weighed 700 pounds. He was quite a racetrack devotee, entering, of course, without tariff on his professional passes, labelled "Press." One day, however, as he was about to follow the paying customers through the entrance with a proud gesture toward his badge, the gate man gave him an awful look and broke into curious exclamations. "Well, I will be, etc.," swore the ticket taker. "I have seen lots of HE \GE 5TS K ARSON Your investi- s to state that, &s discovered fivay no suit- stntents which bundled up i helpfully to pdolph street, •^mo/ feverish istage of day- Autumn will 0W its accus- of music plays, vhatnots. The 'eft is come *** whatever i*' elects to en- foup at right, ' Parisian im- from Pough- ke very act of glish as she is *? really a ccimen indeed. was crowded with a species that looked as if here, at last, might be some real gangsters. The drink was served him. . . . He tasted it wryly. "Bah!" he cried loudly at the bartender. "This stuff is too rotten to drink. I refuse to drink dodges in my time, but blimy if this ain't a new one. Dang if I didn't think they was running horses today and the elephants ran tomorrow. Aw, gwan in, Mister, gwan in." Now (says Ray) after this very big boy got inside, he just didn't know what to make of all this. It sounded like some kind of insult; on the other hand, the gate man had really seemed in a state of genuine amazement. What, then, was the idea? ... He looked carefully at his badge. It said, "JOCKEY." Thises and Thats CHARLES COLLINS, the eminent Beau, even lives on Brummel street, in Evanston . . . Julius Rosen- wald, Bob Andrews tells us, contributed quite a bit of money to the Byrd ex pedition; on inspecting the outfit, the Sears-Roebuck head was much amused, or something, to find Byrd had got his furniture at Montgomery Ward's . . . Chicagoans got a break, if you look at it that way, in the recent Lind bergh baby greeting cards. These were also one dime in New York; but in Chicago a free envelope came with the card . . . Wild Onions, named after one of the derivations of our fair river's name, will be the next Chicago gang novel. It's by Loren Carroll, esthete and fin ancial expert . . . And two Town girls did Puzzle Tales, a new fairy tale crossword book for the Tots. They're Edna Levine and Maud Oliver . . . You have to get a health certificate to take your dog in or out of the county, and the minimum cost for temperature taking and signature is six bucks, this being good for only 24 hours. Many vets charge more, and it's quite a racket . . . Cast from the old fire alarm after the noted municipal conflagration of a preceding century, the old bell which marked start and end of trading at the Board was given to the Historical So ciety when they moved into the new place. The costly modern signal in its stead proved inaudible over the tumult of trading, and now the old bell is back . . . And there was some doubt among the traders whether to put that statue or a flagpole atop the new build' ing. Some thought people wouldn't know who Ceres was, while "anybody can recognize a flagpole." 'Protection "LJE KNEW TOO MUCH" is 1 1 the usual obituary of the lat est gent to be bumped off in these romantic parts. This, maybe, explains why your old friend Riq is going around these days with a very innocent and childish expression on his simple features. 20 THE CHICAGOAN TheCinema The Man Jolson Thought He Was By WILLIAM R. WEAVER I DO not care particularly whether France loves America so long as she sends us her Maurice Chevaliers, if she has more. There is no reason for doubting longer this man's art. I say art because his third picture proves, if the first and second did not, that the gentleman's gift is principally mental. None of the stereotyped analyses of cinema popularity fit his case. It is true that ladies love him, as witness feminine behaviour to left and right when you view The Big Pond, but men like him as well ... he is not a Paul Ash. It is true, too, that songs he sings stay sung, as witness Louise, Sitting on Top of a Rainbow, My Love Parade and now A Jsiew Kind of Love, but his range is short, often unequal to the melodies he popu larizes, and his tonal quality may be what he smiles about as he sings . . . he is no Lawrence Tibbett. A thou sand American actors are more hand some, almost any adult 'male in Holly wood can do a better job of orthodox acting, but only Chevalier can do so smartly the burlesque on Mon Ami in Paramount on Parade, and no other ac tor in the world could make of The Big Pond anything but the camera- wash it is. Chevalier makes it better entertainment than five better pictures of even date, and laughs about it. Mons. Chevalier is essentially smart. He is a younger, livelier Menjou (what a picture they'd make, together) with the rare cunning required to make cunning inconspicuous. He is sophis ticated in the manner of innocence, graceful with grotesque awkwardness, and when he utters a suggestive line it is cleansed by goodnatured inflection. What he might have made of himself in American revue is of no moment — he didn't do it — but his pictures are tonic after an evening of Clifton Webb. He suggests no other actor so much as Al Jolson, and this one be cause he's so much better. In fact, what I started out to remark is that Chevalier's the man Jolson thought he was, without a mammy song. zM"r. Oakie Bows IT was clearly impossible to provide Mr. Jack Oakie with another vehicle so good as Elmer the Great, and so his employers provided a better one. It is The Social Lion and it should be seen. With the aid of Mr. Skeets Gallagher, Miss Mary Brian and assorted associ ates Mr. Oakie occupies an hour as amusingly as there is hope of having it occupied this summer. Mr. Oakie's humor is a vigorous American type. He is the modern Charles Ray, no less guileless yet not rustic. He is, in a sense, the new Wil liam Haines, no less swiftly amusing, no less the braggart, yet not annoying. He tempers a forthright stupidity with just enough suggestion of actual intel ligence to make it credible. He makes it easy to laugh at him by laughing with you. He's a very shrewd young man. *Mr. Markey ys Triumph MR. GENE MARKEY is not the sort of writer who goes to Holly wood ambitious to uplift the screen and comes home to write alibis. On the contrary, he will undoubtedly ob ject strenuously to the uplift sugges tion in even the nice way I intend using it, and everyone has long since despaired of his coming home at all. But he is the sort of writer who be lieves taste has a place in American letters, spoken or printed, and his is the sort of politely positive belief that gets itself shared. Consequently, and no doubt over several dead bodies, The Florodora Girl is a rare bit of foolery that resolves itself, if one is inclined to let it, into a fine footnoting of the gay and swiftly fading nineties. It could be preserved in a proper museum with benefit to your grandchildren, but don't let that mislead you . . . it's a mighti ly amusing picture to see this evening. The star happens to be Marion Davies, whose probably contractual wisecracks disturb the illusion now and then, but it is not what is called a star picture. It recites a light little yarn about the final Florodora girl's ro mance and that's that. Its principal interest is its essential fidelity to the place, period, manners and customs represented. What Mr. John Held, Jr., has done for these in a small if clever way with his woodcuts Mr. rvi *•&£. A somcivliat free impression of the distinguished Maurice Chevalier, praised with some fervor in the col umn to your left Markey has done in a large if not un interruptedly clever way (remember Miss Davies) with his settings, his costumes, his incidental dialogue, his review of songs you've probably heard about if not heard and his reproduction of the sextette. Mr. Markey 's work is as much superior as his medium. In deed I should not hesitate to call it a masterpiece, if one used that kind of language in the cinema column. On second thought, the same being of the dull thud with which the picture im pinged on the alleged consciousness of an Oriental audience, I will call it a masterpiece, 'though I hope it meets a better fate than most of them do. zMaybe I'm Wrong SO many have told me that The Lady of Scandal is not a good pic ture that I'm beginning to wonder whether I saw and heard correctly. I regarded it as exceptionally fine enter tainment. Mr. Lonsdale's dialogue seemed to me to have lost nothing im portant of sparkle as uttered by Miss Chatterton, Mr. Rathbone and the un usually well balanced supporting cast. His point is certainly superior to those made in most movie plots and his man ner is no less distinctive via stage than screen. Possibly his play was simply made available to too many and too varied witnesses; it unquestionably is of a kind with those mentioned last fortnight as perfect for little cinema exhibition. THE CHICAGOAN 21 LIKE A MOTOR CAR . . . But always a ptace to park I may be wrong of course. The Lonsdale polish may deceive me, and I may like too well the man ner of Ruth Chatterton and the quiet ability of Basil Rathbone, but I do not think so. I think it is well worth while to depict as is here de picted the play of habit against will, of training and tradition against voli tion, principle against practice, and the final collapse of all these before mere coincidence. Right or wrong, I have no hesitancy in advising the sort of person who reads The Chicagoan to see The Lady of Scandal *Meet Mr. Bryd I DROPPED in upon With Byrd at 1 the South Pole, as no doubt many of you have, principally because it seemed to be one of the things one ought to do. If Mr. Byrd and his companions had gone to all that trouble for the sake of finding out what the bottom of the world might look like, certainly I could devote an hour to the matter. It might even be a kind of duty. The pleasant fact is that it turns out to be more than that ... a pleasure. Admiral Byrd speaks at some length in the opening sequence, and not at all badly as heroes go, after which the picture becomes a silent pictorial rec ord (with sound effects possibly better omitted) of the expedition's leavetak- ing, triumph and return. There is gratifyingly little effort to surround the subject with what D. W. Griffith used to call human nature touches, but there is patient and successful effort to present concisely and clearly the im portant facts come upon and the cir cumstances of their discovery. The record is plain, informative, interest ing, and ninety minutes slip away un counted. Duty or not, it's a good idea to drop in upon the picture and meet the Admiral Byrd that it presents to you. The newsreels don't do him jus tice. *An Admirable Raffles ]\AR RONALD COLMAN, late * of Bulldog Drummond and somewhat later of somewhat lesser roles, is cast in the style to which he is accustomed as Raffles. He makes of the amateur cracksman a figure no less engaging than the book original. He is a bit less amateur, perhaps a bit more romantic, but his performance is a finished, competent portrayal. [additional advices on page 2] The S-56 Savoia-Marchetti 2-3 place Sport Amphibian handles as readily as an automobile . . . without the parking problem. You can "set it down" with equal care on land or water . . . there's a landing field be low you all the time. And in the Air? Skilled pilots will tell you . . . and hundreds who have tried it at our AIR-SEA-LAND AIRCRAFT, INC. 360 NORTH MICHIGAN AVE, :-: CHICAGO Address. lake front base will bear them out ... it flies "stable as a pyramid." 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BOY DEN LYING on the coral sands with a tall * glass of Johnnie Walker Black Label at hand and the sun smearing on a dark-juvenile make-up, one feels like the hero of a White Cargo sort of play. All the familiar landmarks of theatrical Chicago — the Selwyn and Harris, Lindy's, Charles Collins, Kid Sherman, Randolph Street, The Tav ern, Sam Gerson, et al — seem in an other world. Yet even here, a vague nostalgia for steaming pavements and the honest sweat of the City tempers the enthusiasm for perpetual sunshine, warm salt water and the self -respect of drinking like a gentleman. The best consolation on leaving the theater far behind is the thought that there is no theater in June and July. En route we put up at the Algonquin in New York and observed there not one identifiable actor. September will find the lobby of this cozy hostelry fairly teeming with celebrities of the mimic world. But some persons in the Metropolis must still have a yen for an aisle seat, as one might deduce by having to lay twenty-two bucks on the line for two paste-boards to the hit of the moment, The Green Pastures. Amazing that a company of negroes in a play of religious folk lore can draw so strongly in the doldrum days of the theatrical year! The answer must be that people will go to good things, es pecially if novel and intriguing in treatment. It is beating the gun and smacking of swank to comment on a production which may not be visible in Chicago for some time. The reader's indulgence is craved by a vacationist, lazy, mellow with the product of the Scottish heaths and short a long line of Ideas preferred. IF a play even remotely resembling The Green Pastures has previously found its way to Broadway or Ran dolph Street, the memory of it evades this reviewer. It visualizes the com posite dream-religion of illiterate but fundamentalist negroes in a series of delightful scenes from the Old Testa ment. You and I once conceived God as a benign old man with a long white beard. The Lord of the childlike Ethiopian is offered as a venerable preacher in a frock coat, disclaiming the Word with Chautauqua unction. The sins of the World which motivate the Flood are the familiar failings of today, shooting craps, jazz, short skirts. God's reaction to these carnalities is expressed by such topical phrases as "Not so good" and "Bad business,'" voiced with grave worry by the very human Omnipotence. Curiously enough, there is no sense of blasphemy in these strangely incongruous versions of things sacred to most people. Some thing of the pure faith of the blacks enters sympathetically into the minds of the sophisticated audience and purges all offense. The laughter evoked is wholesome and withal rev erent. Credit for this must be given to a splendid cast, who work with sin cere and grave demeanor. Enough of The Green Pastures, or I will perforce repeat myself next season, when Chi cago doubtless will see the Pulitzer Prize Winner — a very worthy choice. THE boat to Bermuda reminded me of the poem of our expatriated Johnny Weaver, Forty-Eight Hours from June. But the trip was forty- eight hours of June, and where Weav er's ode dealt with an honest stenog' rapher and a lonesome business man Ricluxrd Bennett, pillar of an ailing art, carries on undaunted in Solid South at the Harris TWECMICAGOAN with-a-touch-of-gray-at-the-temples, the drama of the decks was found in regu larly constituted honeymooners. They furnished high comedy, bedroom farce and burlesque. The well-bred ones too obviously avoided all demonstration of affection and tried to look most awfully bored with one another in the Lons dale manner. A soulful couple in the next chairs were more serious about life than Eugene O'Neil or Philip Barry. They exchanged ideas in a big way. She preferred The Literary Di gest; he found Time more satisfying to the intellect. Their eyes were lost in each other. Later we saw them on the beach. He was teaching her to swim. Reminiscences of State and Van Buren came to mind in observation of the pawing variety, seemingly unable to keep their hands in bounds, falling into enthusiastic clinches in the shadow of every life-boat. Revues a. la Texas Guinan were staged by the drunken couples, joining the bar-infesting Americans in rousing triple octets, rendering The Stein Song and other ditties with less savory lyrics. Clean comedy of youth was furnished by athletic pairs who constitutionaled briskly around the promenade deck, arm-in-arm, casting snooty looks at the softies in chairs. The mystery element was found in those of doubtful status. The commercial theater is neligible to the vanishing point in this bland island — a movie here and there, maybe a stock company of English hams once a year. But Earl Carroll and George White could garner ideas for effective bathing scenes from the cozy little beaches, harboring diligent sun-tanners and nachtkultists. As a locale for a new play by some budding dramatist, a Bermuda liquor store is suggested. Think what a kick a Chicago audience would get out of seeing the curtain rise on rows and rows of Dewar, Napoleon Brandy, Mumm's Extra, Curocoa, Sparkling Burgundies, Cointreau, etc., etc., ad elysium. If the villain were an American, he could be murdered by being forced to drink in rapid succes sion a glass of every possible kind of liquor. Bathing and imbibing aside, Ber muda is a very slow moving and gentle comedy of manners — a bit of Badmin ton of a morning, a few wickets of cricket after lunch, a gentle excursion in a fiacre, drawn by conservative equines, to while away a moonlit evening. I nearly forgot. There can be violent ly dramatic clashes between bicycles. 23 H APPY AT Journey's End SO much of the pleasure of your trip depends on your luggage! When traveling it's no fun to have to herd along a flock of bags of various sizes and shapes. Revelation has changed all this because-this one handy travel -case is instantly adjustable to 14 different sizes. The modern idea of travel comfort Is to carry a single Revelation case— the one piece of luggage that exactly fits your needs, whether the trip be for a week-end, a week or a month. For sophisticated travelers who appreciate smart ness and convenience, skilfully combined with elastic adaptability, there's only one kind of luggage— Revelation. 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TUE CHICAGOAN Music Remains the Fashion Bathing costumes have changed on Oak Street beach and the songs they sing aren't the songs we knew, but the popularity of the stringed instrument persists wherever belles and their beaux go "down to the sea" Ly on Musical Notes Huzzas for Bori and LaRondine By ROBERT POLLAK MY more orthodox colleagues tell me that because La Rondine is chock full of snappy fox-trot themes, lively waltzes, and sentimental ballads, all ingeniously harmonized by one Puccini, its score does not stand up with such operatic bulwarks as Tosca or Butterfly. Their grave considera tion of Giacoma's better known works leaves me somewhat cold, as it comes about thirty years too late. It seems to be all but commonplace opinion now that Puccini was both a master show man and a second-rate musician; and any Vassar freshman will corroborate this statement, even as she gazes with tear-dimmed eyes upon the dying Mimi. Furthermore it is almost without point to add that the more familiar tragedies of the Italian are jammed with page after page of sugar-water lyricism and that his music is most irritating when it is most pretentious. It is this pretense that La Rondine — with the exception of a tragic and un convincing third act — does without. Puccini's score has about the same sub stance and originality as some flaming Lucrezia Bori, fulsomely praised by Mr. Pollak for her singing of La Rondine, noted by the same gentle man as one of the best of Ravinia experiences concoction of Romberg or Jerome Kern. It is about at the same artistic level as the score of, say, Show Boat and believe me, gentle reader, that is handing it high praise. For example, we discover, in the first act, a theme song that would set them wild in the purlieus of Beverly Hills, and in the second, a waltz tune that would excite any of the Strauss (or Straus) addicts. These delicious melodies are treated with the now familiar technique of Boheme. Every harmonic trick of the modern idiom is put through its paces to set off some wistful song. And the result may be bad Puccini, but it is grand to hear. The bravos for the Ravinia perform ance fall to the beautiful Bori, who stopped the show after the second act curtain. Her voice lends high magic to the wistful tunes of La Rondine and she contributes all of her grace and charm as an actress to the role of the moonstruck demi-mondaine. Opposite her, Johnson offers his youthful ap pearance and his vocal artistry as the honest lad from the country. And for real operatic comedy, not those antics of the music-drama that call for em- barassed smiles, let us thank Tokatyan and Macbeth, who drew honest laughs in the second act. Papi conducted, as usual, with fine authority, and Ruth Page furnished a pleasant dance with her team-mates. La Rondine is, from all angles, one of the best of Ravinia experiences. ^American Musical Credo That all oboe players eventually go mad from listening to their own in strument. That the only way a prima donna can get to first base is by becoming the mistress of the impresario. That all newspaper music critics are showered with Hispanos and steam yachts by ambitious sopranos. That the real music lovers sit in the gallery. That a violinist sans the monicker of Jascha, Toecha or Mischa can't be so hot. That Wagner is "heavy." TI4E0-IICAG0AN 25 That Mary Garden can act but can't sing. That all little prodigies are at least four years older than their managers claim. That Bach is pedantic. That the only reason Otto Kahn supports the Metropolitan is so that he can break into the upper crust. That all of the principals in an opera company hate each other like poison and are in the habit of engaging in back-stage hairpullings and fisticuffs. That a conductor who uses a score is not as good as one who doesn't. That all the millionaire composers of jazz music can only play the piano with one finger and that most of their stuff is written by half-starved hire lings. That the singers and players of to day don't stack up with Patti and Paderewski. That the only reason men go to the opera is because their wives make them, and that they spend the entire evening consummating big business deals in whispers. That if a German soprano doesn't tip the beam at around two hundred she can't be much good. That all German farmers know more about Wagner and Brahams than the average American college professor. That either Kantor Rosenblatt or Al Jolson could have been an opera star had they chosen to abandon their re spective jobs. That Italian tenors pal around with the leading gangsters. That music dates from the time of Palestrina and that before him there was nothing but a tonal void. That chamber music is so tough to understand that only highbrows and liars pretend to enjoy it. That all music critics are spiteful fellows who have been failures as musicians. That Beethoven would never have been such a great composer if he hadn't become stone deaf. That De Pachmann is not really goofy, but that his managers make him act that way. That nobody ever knows all the words of The Star'Spangled Banner. That Chopin should be pronounced so that it ends with a G. That it was sweet of Marion Talley to want to go back to the farm. That you can put an effectual stop to a horn player by sucking a lemon where he can see you. *cjtf&^ MALOLO CRUISE Peiping A great travel adveotore . . . circling the Pacific! © Shanghai ^ver in Singa pore, the pal ace of the Sultan of J oho re is closed to ordinary visitors — but it will be opened especially for you and other guests on the Malolo's Around Pacific Cruise In dreamy Celebes grows a rare orchid. When the Malolo lands you at Macassar, it will just be bursting into bloom on the edge of the jungle. In Tokyo and Peiping, Bang kok and Batavia, patient artists are working miracles in silk and jade and batik for you to see and buy at bargain prices. Here's a cruise to new adven tures in 19 strange ports of 12 Pacific lands ! Sailing September 20 from San Francisco, you reach Japan at chrysanthemum time and the South Seas for their spring. You return December 19, home for Christmas. Illustrated folders for you In keeping with the luxury of the 23,000-ton Malolo, member ship in the Around Pacific Cruise is limited. Fares $1,500 to $6,500, shore excursions included. Ask for illustrated folders at Matson Line, American Express Co., or your travel agency. MATSCN LINE AMERICAN EXPRESS COMPANY In cooperation MATSON LINE: 140 So. Dearborn St.,RANdolph 8344 26 TUQCWICAGOAN A perfect dinner is rare, and a perfect dinner for a dollar and a half is rarer still — except at Maillard's. Music at dinner. Luncheon $122 Dinner $U2 Books Paths of Economy By SUSAN WILBUR IN THE STRAUS BUILDING MICHIGAN AT JACKSON — "where Chicago dines her Guests' SO far I haven't talked to anyone who could see a bright side to it. Six months ago everyone was broke and buying books instead of diamonds. Now the book business seems voluntar ily to have decided to follow in the footsteps of the stockmarket and make it unanimous. For some time, of course, it has been possible to buy practically all the popu lar successes at a dollar, if you waited two or three years. Or for half a dol lar if you could wait fifty to three hun dred. But to sell new books for a dollar is different. Even at two dol lars, a novel doesn't pay its way until after the first five thousand copies, and only starts to make money when the publisher can begin ordering it in lots of ten thousand. It is accordingly predicted that a collapse of the entire book business is about to take place, and in approxi mately the following order. The book stores first. From now on books will be bought at drug stores along with bathing caps. Or at chain groceries, along with onions and marmalade and charged up to marketing. Next, those publishers will go who don't offer new books for a dollar. And finally, but no less surely, those who do. Predictions apart, however, a few things have actually begun to happen. Customers have gone into shops, have asked for a book worth anywhere up to five dollars and have then offered the clerk a dollar. But — the clerk at tempts to explain. Whereupon the customer retrieves his dollar and re marks that well, he will wait until next week. All books will be down to a dollar by then. Didn't Young Man of Manhattan come down, said one ex pert, seeking if not a bright side at any rate a bright corner, at least it's all hap pening in the summer. IN the meantime, following hotfoot upon the publicity, the books them selves have begun to arrive. Eight new mysteries at a dollar, one of them an Edgar Wallace. Eleven Wodehouse shortlengths concerning the immortal butler, collected under the title Very Good, Jeeves. A first novel by Tilden, entitled Glory's 7v>t, half romance, half an expose of amateur-professional tennis. Also a new Kathleen Norris. Personally I wasn't quite ready for this, having not yet got round to her other 1930 novel, Passion Flower. A new Grace Richmond. And, if you please, the new H. G. Wells! The Autocracy of Mr. Parham is something the same sort of funning about profound matters as Mr. BlettS' worthy on Rampole Island. Except that the central part is not about the beau- ties of cannibalism as a national tenet, but about the next world war. While the frame is not just any old psychosis, but the dream state induced by a spirit ualistic medium exuding ectoplasm. From which Mr. Parham emerges, very much as you might come out of an anaesthetic that you hadn't more than half expected to come out of. Well, at least I am I, you say cautiously. But is this place I'm in going to turn out to be heaven or hell or the hospital? THERE have been four new books about Emily Dickinson this spring. It begins to look as though she might develop into a first class mystery. Quite like Shakespeare or Byron or Swinburne. In Emily Dic\inson, Friend and Neighbor, MacGregor Jenkins shows her as she appeared in her forties to the little boys of Amherst. Boldly dis tributing cookies, or sitting unseen at her window to watch the circus go by, or looking out the back door at sunset. A recluse,, never leaving her father's estate, and disappearing as by magic at any adult intrusion from outside. But none of the other three books lets it go at that. That there was a love affair some where in Emily's life has become in creasingly evident as bit by bit the family have released additional poems and letters. But who? And why didn't she marry him. Perhaps, suggests one biographer, it was a teacher of hers at Holyoke. He died. Perhaps it was the husband of a friend, and in those days it wouldn't have occurred to anyone like Emily to marry anyone else's husband. Genevieve Taggard in THE CHICAGOAN' 27 The Life of and Mind of Emily Dick inson is more inclined to think that it was a young theological student at Amherst. And that the reason why she didn't marry him was, quite sim ply, that her father wouldn't let her. If so, Miss Taggard's informant once asked Emily's sister Lavinia, why didn't she marry him after her father died. Because we went right on being afraid of father. Furthermore, unlike Emily, the young man hadn't waited. But excellent as Miss Taggard's book is, a poet's interpretation of a poet, it is evident that we haven't got to the root of the matter yet. About the love affair at least. Though Miss Taggard does also hint that Emily may have had not an amorous complex at all, but a death complex. Nor can we hope to get at it until Emily's niece, Mrs. Bianchi has let some biographer see the rest of the papers in her possession. Of which there is apparently no imme diate hope, though rumor has it that she is now dimly thinking of releasing another volume's worth. Song of Past The girls who danced at Tierneys, The girls who drank champagne From little silver glasses At Lambs, in other days, The girls who dined at Vogelsangs Who filled Ike Bloom's cafe Who frolicked at Ben Collins' Have long since gone their ways . . . The painted smiling faces That drifted through the dance The little silly slippers The frail and final laugh The careful tables set for two Along the Woodlawn wall— The songs they used to echo The wine they used to quaff — Have vanished, are forgotten — Have long and long been gone Yet mistily we see them Yet mistily we know Refrains but half remembered From songs of other days — The Chocolate Soldier haunts us With the chords of long ago. The doors are shut and bolted The glasses cracked and dry — An empty bottle only Lurks in a dusty room . . . A ghostly lovely lady In pink goes smiling by And girls who danced at Tierneys Leave behind a faint perfume! — DOROTHY DOW. hat can adorn the lovely neck of a lovely woman as sumptuously as a string of genuine oriental pearls ? Think as long as you will, there is only one answer: a genuine Tecla necklace. Te'cla Necklaces from $25.00 up. * Tecla Pearls, Sapphires, Rubies and Emeralds are created in our Paris Laboratories, and are avail able in individual mountings for rings, bracelets, studs and earrings. * Only gold, platinum and genuine diamonds used in Tecla settings. 22 South Michigan Avenue, Chicago PARIS • LONDON • BERLIN • NEW YORK 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) 28 THE CHICAGOAN Shirts are just shirts to lots of men; they buy 'em because they like the col' ors or patterns or price, and let it go at that. But we go much fur ther, for the generous stocks of the white broad' cloth shirts we sell must measure up to custom standards just as much as our clothing does. Cut full — not only to fit, but fit comfortably. And tails. Men with long arms usually have long bodies and their shirts should have longer tails. Our longer sleeve shirts do. Correctly sized — and pre- shrunk — neckbands that don't choke, and buttons that stay put complete your temper's security. Collared, or collarless. Sizes Uy2 to 20; sleeves 31 to 37. $3. Anew shirt without a new tie? Gay Summer neckwear of English foulards, $2. Rogers Peet Clothing Hats * Shoes - Furnishings Anderson & Brothers Michigan Blvd. at Washington Chicago Vox Pauci A Department of Minority Opinion NOTE: The Editors offer this de partment for the outspoken expres sion of reader opimon on plays, pictures, books — the whole broad miscellany of civilized interests. The theatre: What kind of peo ple are we? Summer, and not a revue in town. Perhaps the tired busi ness man has passed, along with a number of other institutions. — G. O. C. vsr\ ARLINGTON STEEPLECHASE: I don't i think you have given sufficient note to this innovation. It's going to make racing in Chicago really "the sport of kings." — R. G. S. Escape: If I were a drama critic I would write of John Gals worthy's play exactly what Mr. Boy- den wrote in The Chicagoan about it.— M. D. M. The little show: Ultra-modern entertainment that should have stayed with us all summer. Enough variety to hold interest throughout, and the fire scene was the last word in cleverness. — M. E. W. w\ Uncle sam: An intresting book when read simply as a novel. Careful reading, with America always in mind, will prove Mr. Erskine's book doubly novel. — C. L. H. WK THE SCARAB MURDER CASE: The most technical of Van Dyne's works. Why read such an involved mystery when such good detective fic tion as The Owner Lies Dead is at hand?— T. J. S. w\ THE BOARD OF TRADE: Who is this L. B. S., who compained of your editorial on the Board of Trade Building? Can't he appreciate good- humored kidding? I think your cover design of the building is superb. — H. B. O. w\ THE LADY OF scandal: Nothing extraordinary. Just an entertaining story giving Ruth Chatterton oppor tunity to display her excellent histri onic talents. I am wondering, though, 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, guests 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. CHICAGO-BEACH HOTEL HYDE PARK BLVD. on the La\e CHICAGO, ILL. TWC CHICAGOAN 29 if the reflections on the Englishman's humor were not just a bit overdone. I am not, incidentally, British. — L. B. H. WK WITH BYRD AT THE SOUTH POLE : Ten stars, if you will, for the in terest-value (to those interested in just such topics) but for entertainment — oh, Mae Tinee, your stars are falling. — G. M. W\ WITH BYRD AT THE SOUTH POLE : Not until we see such pictures as this can we appreciate the priceless contribution of the motion picture to history. The recording of happenings of such vital and cosmopolitan inter est makes the motion picture more than mere entertainment. I congratulate myself on being able to see history rather than just read about it. Truly we are living in a marvelous age. — L. M. G. w\ Son of the gods: One of the best Richard Barthelmess pictures I have seen. The settings are beautiful; an excellent production. — G. C. W. w\ Montana moon: Joan Crawford is excellent in this picture, sup ported by a wonderful cast. The male chorus was exceptionally good. A night of good entertainment. — H. A. W. w\ The rogue song: The marvelous singing and wonderful personality of Lawrence Tibbett made this one of the most enjoyable pictures I have ever witnessed. Catherine Dale Owen's acting is too cold, I thought. — A. H. w\ Latin: Evidently Charles Collins, — who objected in last issue to your Vox Pauci, harks back to classroom forms and remembers a remote rule of Ciceronian syntax. Your Vox Pauci, I take it, is in slyly ho-ho contrast with another contemporary department of majority viewpoint. Pauci does have euphonic connection with populi and at worst it must be translated "of a few." Erasmus launched a Latin revival that many termed a kitchen compromise with a great tongue, and Charles Collins may think that Vox Pauci is the same thing. But Erasmus was a humanist and Charles Collins is not. Possibly he would rather be right than euphonic, but strike up the band for The Chicagoan. It's right and it's also euphonic. — Clar\ Hethington, 656 Aldine Ave. Colby f oriif shings add beauty to fine houses Unusual furnishings problems are most satisfacto rily solved here, where one of the world's largest stocks of strictly correct furniture is available. . . . Our decorating staff is atyour service in the selection and placing of whatever pieces you require. John A. COLBY and Sons Interior decorators since I860 129 NORTH WABASH AVENUE VOX PAUCI To the editors: SUBJECT: ¦- (Title of play, picture, book or event) COMMENT: SIGNATURE: (Sign name in full; initials only imll be published if requested.) ADDRESS: 30 TWQ CHICAGOAN Go Chicago Horizons on the Overland Trail By LUCIA LEWIS Corner of main lobby Introducing 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 —SAN FRANCISCO. ONE forgets. One trots about east wards and across the Atlantic, one talks of foreign ports and cavils at Boosters and Babbitts, and one for gets the joy and beauty in this stretch of territory that is flung out to the west of us. But it is well to go back and discover once in a jaded while that we still have horizons to lift the American spirit. Heaven forefend that this simple correspondent go poetic but if I were a poet I'd sing all across the continent. It has become a sort of fetish with many to groan at the "hor rible cross continent ride" but for most nervous city folk it is a constantly soothing influence and inspiration. There are magnificent days ahead of you when you climb aboard the new fast trains to the west. Even the plains of Kansas are restful and pleasant when you whir through them in the shady lounge of the Denver Limited with the grinning white-coat rushing about under his tray of tinkling lemon ade or ginger ale, your feet tucked up on the rail under your table and every tired nerve at rest in the cushioned easy chair. And as you plunge far ther and farther into the west the hori zons begin to lift and change, and I defy the most cynical traveler not to gulp a bit and dream of harassed cov ered wagons on the same trail. The train pauses at a quiet wayside station in Nebraska, a shady rustling pause where pioneers may have watered their horses and built their timid campfires while scouts peered watchfully into the distance. It is al most bewilderingly quiet to loop hard ened ears. Twinkling brooks of sun light flow through the trees, puffs of white cotton seem to explode in the immense blue of the sky, a long-tailed redbird whistles in a pool of reeds, and hundreds of white thistles float in the wind, wistfully seeking a fertile com pletion in the line of freight cars heaped with coal. As the train pulls on across the prairies where pioneer bones have bleached away we spy the rusty remains of a Ford settling into oblivion on a heap of tin cans, and far ther yet a rickety house car moves along the dusty road. AT Holdrege a group of tittering girls dart off the train during the few minutes' stop and flank the amazed plainsman who watches the engines from the sleepy station. Their com panion's camera clicks as they giggle and the westerner's drooping mustache gives an embarrassed little start — too late to protest. On again to a grow ing freshness as we mount into the hills. Chuckling tiny streams wind in and out, in and out, down the gentle slopes, and rush briskly along with the train for awhile before they give up and turn away like tired puppies to roll placidly homeward towards the plains. Green, yellow, more green, a purple haze in the distance, a herd of copper red cows gathered on a hillside the sun brazen red on their flanks. Into the cool eve ning of Denver with its wide shaded streets and brilliant air. Colorado's god is active leisure. There is something in the zippy air, the cool breeze and dazzling sun that urges one on to powerful golf — (really your game does improve on the lovely Broadmoor courses) — to fishing and camping and horseback riding on the piney trails, and to drives all over the mountain roads. After a few days there I climbed on the train to Chey enne all panting and stiff with exer cise, nose sunburned and shining, but tremendously exhilarated and not at all tired. One just doesn't get weary and enervated in this west. Waiting for the through trains in Cheyenne is always an enjoyable ex perience — h o n e s 1 1 y. This quiet sparkling town, six thousand feet in the air with the night fresh and cool, the smell of pines and the stir of trains makes hanging around for an hour or so a real pleasure. Flares glowing down the tracks, torpedoes popping and sig nal lights waving, headlights moving up one after the other — the Los An geles Limited, the Portland Limited, the San Francisco Limited, the singing of All Ab-o-a-rds and off to one of the best beloved of cities. THE trail of the Union Pacific and Southern Pacific to San Francisco is a trail of horizons. It's worth the whole trip just to ride those miles TWQ CHICAGOAN 31 across Salt Lake with its tangy ocean smell bursting upon your nostrils in the interior of a continent, red hills jutting up on islands in its expanse and purple mountains all about the far rims of the lake. Across the cut-off the water is utterly serene like an in land pool with movement in only the sweep of seagulls as they weave about the train and in the reflections of the telegraph poles whirling in the water like gigantic corkscrews. But as the train rushes across the long bridge out across the depths of the lake the water begins to churn with fantastic foam, plates of it breaking up into constant ly changing horseshoes, crescents and curleycues like snow crystals, smaller and smaller until the water is covered with dancing white dots. And after that the desert, unbroken and dazzling, miles and miles of sagebrush, but the skyline changes always as range after range rises in the distance. Purple and gold and copper chase each other across the peaks, the sun beats warmly upon the crevasses of snow at their heights but the snow laughs back coolly stubborn. In Wyoming weird formations spurt upon the mountain sides. The gnarled rocks of the Witches cluster on one side, on the other a tremendous lane of rock forms the jagged toboggan upon which the devil is supposed to slide down the mountainside as he whoops into his wickedness for the night. Mile after mile into Nevada, someone always getting off at Reno, and morning finding us on the ferry with the mists lifting off the hills and towers of San Francisco. DON'T ever take up with anyone who doesn't like this town — there must be something wrong with him. Discerning people love every thing about it, from the four lanes of street cars that careen madly about the Ferry Building to the serenity of tea at the Mark Hopkins on the heights of Nob Hill. It's a city to shop in and eat in. Victor's food at the St. Fran cis and the delicacies at Solari's far- famed haven right next door are enough for the true epicure's seventh heaven. Crab Louis and sand-dabs really melt in your mouth at Solari's. Savor that honest fresh crab flavor in all the dishes out here! For a city so recently rebuilt as San Francisco, traditions and dignity have accumu lated marvellously. The stately old [turn to page 36] Walton Place and Michigan DRAKE HOTEL, CHICACO No Advance In Prices ? Novelty Campus Numbers ? Informal Dancing Nightly Except Sunday Starting at 9:30 P. M. Presents a Gala Sum mer Season Featuring BILL DONAHUE and his University of Illinois Orchestra in the New CAMPUS Garden... See the colorful gaiety of the new Campus Garden ... the newest thing in Chicago ... Dine midst the splendors of an old Formal Garden . . . magically brought in doors. Dance to the syncopating strains of one of the greatest Campus Orchestras in America. Call Superior 2200 for Reserva tions ... Special Saturday Night Features <y here s a new charm "to "tea "Li me i n Harding s COLONIAL kOOM And a refreshing inter lude too, while anytime between 3 and 5:30 you can enjoy a delicious tea amidst the charm of early American surroundings. ON WABASjH JUST SOUTH Of MAOlfOH 32 TUECUICAGOAN KATHARINE WALKER SMITH'S Lake Forest Shop Offers new importa tions in Lingerie. Smart coats for Ravinia at alluring prices. 270 East Deerpath Second Floor Backgammon's the Thing! To he up to the moment you must play this popular game. To he clever you must buy your set from Marjorie Letts, Inc. Town and Country Clothes 100 East Walton Place Superior 5320 r "\ V, Rococo House A Modern Swedish Setting Serving Swedish Foods 161 East Ohio Street Sunday Dinner Dinner — Luncheon THURSDAY Special Squab Dinner J 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 Shops About Town In the Sportive Manner By THE CH1CAGOENNE AFTER announcing confidently l that this issue would see me laden with more items to charm the well- dressed sportswoman my whole treas- ure hunt almost came to an untimely end. I know that the true reporter should keep her eye on the ball and her nose on the scent but when some thing like Sjoeba\spiel bobs up in my path who can chide me for going hay wire? Wending my way briskly to the feminine department at Von Lengerke and Antoine I heard a strange clicking and turned just a bit aside to investigate. That was the end. I spent most of the afternoon trying to defeat one of the department heads who had a devilish skillful twirl in his manipulation of this new game. It really isn't new, though it is just being introduced in this country. The V. L. & A. sets are imported from Ger many where the game has been a lead ing favorite for something like four hundred years. There and in Nor way, where it is also a national game, they call it something that sounds like Sjoeba\spiel, but I hope that by the time this issue sees the dawn the boys over on Wabash Avenue will have stopped playing it long enough to think up a more wieldy title. The set is pleasantly inexpensive and the sort of thing that you won't tire of no matter how much you play it. There are always new angles spring ing up, just as in golf, to lure you on to bigger and better practice. Noth ing complicated about it though, so that it is the ideal thing to break out at a party where the guests' bridge is too widely varied for harmony. The equipment consists of a long table-like board of very slick imported wood along which you whiz the wooden disks. The idea is to get these into their proper little traps at the other end, and the scoring varies according to the method in which you set them up. THE women's sports department at Von Lengerke and Antoine is one of the smartest in town as well as the most rigidly practical about "the cor rect clothes for every sport" idea. Their three-piece tennis suits are stun* ning in either cotton crepe or shantung with short-sleeved shirt, trimly fitted shorts, and a wrap-around skirt to but' ton on after the set is over. There is a profusion of golf things, trig knitted or wool suits for cool weather and long- sleeved broadcloth dresses for hot days; camp suits with well-fitted shorts in- stead of bunchy knickers; fishing shirts and sou'westerns of rubber sheeting (there ought to be one in every rumble seat); dazzling bathing suits that re- tain their swimmability; and all sorts of riding and camping things, sports spec tator dresses and suits. English-y tweed coats, shoes and hats, — just any thing you need. Among the unusual items that caught my eye were the popular gob trousers of white duck. These are so good' looking and inexpensive that every yachtswoman should roll a dozen or more of them into her kit. They are very attractive for beach use too, worn with a cotton mesh polo shirt or Antibes shirt and the amusing little gob hat which they show here in white rubber. Another splendid idea are the beach pyjamas in black jersey, the coat brightened with dashes of white and yellow banding. Just the thing if you are going north or west where the beach air is anything but tropic. Among the bathing suits be sure to look at a jersey with the shirt in a red and white pattern that looks exactly like tweed and the trunks all red. You can't, of course, have too many of the polo shirts which absorb moisture like a blotter and are the most comfortable things ever created; and if you are camp-bound see the featherweight leather coats which zip shut securely and beautifully. Active sportswomen often slap on the most frumpy, weather-beaten hats ever seen this side of Queen Mary. If they want comfort and don't like to bother about shopping around they will find just the right Dobbs model at Cap per and Capper. The Dobbs hats are all beautifully made and becoming but with the distinguished simplicity that sports demand. If you pick out the one that looks fine on you it can be TWtCUICAGOAN 33 ome movks ou It find all the ingredients for iheir making ana show- I mg here. L^ompleie lines oj EASTMAN K^ine = iJXodaK BELL & HOWELL cJilmo DE VRY Csofiular Camera at COMMONWEALTH EDISON £1 LECTRIC SHOPO 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO E made up within a week in any color and size you like. A lot of fashion able women have their pet design made up in a variety of colors and materials to wear with different en sembles. The Capper and Capper coats are also distinguished and dashingly sportive. The classic camels hair is here in belted styles and also in a newer type suavely fitted into the waist and beltless. Another coat in water proof basket weave is beautifully fitted and may be made in any color. They are very affable about making changes in coats, altering pockets, sleeves, de tails, or producing any coat you want in any fabric or color with skill and alacrity. AMONG the very new ideas in hats , this year is the sailor which has returned in full force to the street, the links and all country places. Shayne's have the handsome Knox sailors in all colors and headsizes and in the two types with either the straight or mush room brim. The straight is stunning on the right type but the mushroom is apt to be more becoming on the less perfectly featured creatures. Another hat I saw which is slightly of this school was in good-looking rough straw at Rena Hartman's, blue with a fresh white pique ribbon to add dash. Up at the charming Evanston and Lake Forest shops of Katherine Walker Smith you can pick up some delightful sports costumes and acces sories, as well as the lovely hand-made underwear and dresses which make her a favorite with women of the feminine, exquisite type. I spotted a delightful yachting suit in her Evanston shop, nautical blue flannel coat over a white jersey jumper and flappy white flannel trousers. A nautical blue emblem ap- pliqued on the jumper and brass but tons on the coat finished it off perfectly. She has stacks of attractive linen suits made up of polo shirt, shorts and skirt and one of the best looking beach pyjamas that has come my way. These were orange and brown and beige, a lovely color har mony, and in flannel which makes them more comfortable for cooler climates than the sleazy thin things of which there are so many thousands. With this ensemble Miss Smith shows a huge rough straw hat. A few random items you might look up if you are in earnest about being well-equipped for sports: the beach shoes at Saks with regular walking heels of cork — they are amazingly com fortable and very new; Mandel's vel veteen paletots, the insouciant little wraps that Chanel introduced to slip over tennis dresses, afternoon dresses, dinner dresses — almost anything you wear in summer; comfortable riding hairnets to fetter the annoying strands, the smart English string riding gloves, white lisle tights to be worn under rid ing habits, the golf scorer for such as I who always get mixed on just how many strokes it took to get out of the rough and into the trap — all these at Von Lengerke and Antoine. All roads lead to the Roosevelt X he Roosevelt is conveniently lo cated to all main railroad and bus terminals, steamship docks and airportsL A private underground arcade from the lobby takes you to the Grand Central Station and the subways which reach any part of Greater New York. Direct routes, avoiding con gested traffic, lead from The Roosevelt to the Holland Tunnel and to all mam motor highways of New England and the North. When you make The Roosevelt your home, you are in the center of the Grand Central Zone, with its towering skyscrapers, the world's most famous stores and smartest specialty shops. The Great White Way, a few blocks distant, offers the latest amuse ment attractions. See special offer below.* Edward Clinton Fogg, Managing Director Madison Avenue and 45th Street, New York Cit; ?Before you visit New York, write The Roosevelt for this free amusement guide. Gotham Life, published each week, gives the latest facts about theatrical attrac tions, movies, churches, lectures, mu seums, sports and other current attrac tions. Tell us when you plan to visit New York and we will send you the copy issued nearest that date with ou: compliments. 34 THECI4ICAGOAN THE/MODE IN FEMININITY being the keynote of the mode, the face must have an atmosphere of ultra-femininity. Which is but another name for the captivating effects of the Helena Rubinstein technique. A lifetime of specializing in facial temperaments, plus inborn genius for such things, has given to Helena Rubinstein uncanny under standing of faces and unerring skill in recreating them to express the individual and the mode. All types of faces — blonde, brunette, in-between; faces young, middle- aged and older. And so for the sake of beauty and in the interest of chic, it is both smart and wise at the moment to book for a course of summer treat ments at the Salons of Helena Rubinstein. Entrust your skin, your eyes and hair only to the sure touch of science and art. At the toilet goods sections of the better shops you will find assistants trained in the Helena Rubinstein technique. They will advise the correct preparations for you and explain a method of home beauty care based on the famous treatments given in Helena Rubinstein Salons. nelena rubinstein 670 No. Michigan Avenue, Chicago Phone for Appointment Whitehall 4241 The External Feminine Hope for the Blemished By MARCIA VAUGHN WELL, the school presidents, the manufacturers with gifts to sell, all the fond parents and relations have just about finished with their an nual outburst of sentiment over sweet girl graduates. Whenever I am swamped by this "army of youth and bevy of beauty" stuff I feel a sudden passionate concern for the girls we al ways see in every young group. There are so many girls shrinking and un happy in spite of the money father spent on private schools, in spite of the clothes and flowers mother selected with such infinite pains, in spite of all the high-sounding baccalaureate addresses. The blemishes of youthful complex ions may seem little enough to get ex cited about but they are, in truth, terribly serious. Serious, because acne neglected in the teens very rarely im proves by itself, because if it does go away after several years it frequently leaves a skin permanently coarsened and scarred and, most of all, because it hits girls (and boys) in their most sensitive years and makes life the miser' able, utterly dark cloud that it can be only to the neglected adolescent. Of course, others than adolescents are afflicted with acne and all of us are occasionally embittered by stray blemishes. The cause of all blemishes except blackheads is down inside of us. That is why persistent acne must be considered a health problem first. Adolescents who indulge in too many sweets, in rich foods, who eat between meals and neglect the spinach and to matoes they were reared on almost in variably have poor complexions. Fre quently a nervous, run-down condition expresses itself in blemishes; auto-in toxication, anemia, digestive disturb ances, any of these may be at fault. In persistent cases, therefore, the physician and a regulated diet are nec- "There's a little of the cello in most of us, Baxter TI4CCI4ICAGOAN 35 essary. Go to a good skin specialist, have your state of health or ill-health thoroughly diagnosed, and then attack from within and without. THE good beauty salons all have expert methods of attacking from without, and they don't hesitate to tell you when the physician is necessary. The external treatments are necessary even when you are under the care of a physician to repair the damage that has been done and to refine the skin. A series of acne treatments will work mir acles on the most marred complexions. The first rule for people who are prone to blemishes is to keep their hands off the face. Tampering or touching them is sure to spread the infection. The second rule is to use no creams or fatty soaps, for excess oil in the skin is one of the underlying causes of the condition. Use a roughish wash cloth and some pure soap. Helena Rubin stein's Beauty Grains or her Acne Soap are effective cleansers as are the medi cated Cleansing Pac\s of Primrose House or the bland Virgin Almond Meal of Frances Denney. In the Dorothy Gray Acne Set, a splendid complete treatment for home use, the first preparation is a fine soap solution which is thoroughly worked into the pores with warm water. Then when the face is rinsed and dried a sulphur lotion is applied and left on over night. This is removed in the morning and the third preparation in the set, a fine emollient cream, is patted into the skin. THE occasional blemish is a much easier problem but it must be nipped right away so that it stays oc casional and doesn't multiply and be come chronic. There are several good lotions on the market which dry up little eruptions and effectively conceal them while they are drying up. Al ways, always use these and don't squeeze anything but blackheads. Eliz abeth Arden has some lovely healing and deceiving lotions though she is positively rabid about not being con tent with these measures. She insists that they are only temporary expedients and the root of the trouble must be eradicated. Venetian Healing Cream is applied over the affected spots and tones them down considerably in just one afternoon at home or overnight. Her Spotpruf Lotion is healing too and invisible under makeup so that it is excellent for use when you're going out. Marie Earle's Special Lotion is a lovely Traveling at the firm's ex pense or "on your own", you can save at the Hotel Lincoln and still Enjoy the Best 100% of the 1400 rooms and baths at the new Hotel Lincoln are priced at $3/ $3*50/ $4/ $5/ for one $4— '$7 for two A. W. BAYLITTS, Managing Director NEW YOUICS NEW HOTEL LINCOLN EIGHTH AVENUE, 44th to 45th STREETS, TIMES SQUARE L*ah©iu©n It's positively blissful! That picked" up feeling after a bowl of mussels. That savory zest in Oysters L Aiglon or the slip of a knife into melting squab. Each dish by our French chef is a rare experience for discerning diners -out. Luncheon, dinner ana supper, -with dancing from six until two. 22 E. Ontario D E L a w a r e 19 09 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 36 THE CHICAGOAN Dine Outdoors at HOTEL SHORELAND! A real summer treat . . . fascinating, delightful. Dine under a canopy of stars . . . with Lake Michigan in the offing. Cool . . . gay ... a setting unique and different, and an ex traordinary Shoreland menu. Fine foods prepared in the inimitable Shoreland manner . . . our own cre ations including your summer-time favorites. And, finally, enchanting music to complete an evening of surpassing enjoyment. There's no extra charge . . . but choice tables are somewhat limited. So we suggest you please tele phone your reservation. Only 10 minutes from the "Loop/7 on the Outer Drive. HOTEL SHORELAND Fifty-fifth Street at the Lake PLAZA 1000 Couthoui for tickets Early or late, Summer as in the sprightlier seasons, the best seats for the best plays are your assurance of a smart evening. Stands In All the Better Hotels preparation for overnight use and un der makeup. It dries up eruptions magically and is the most soothing thing for fever blisters and insect bites. As an all-over foundation and sooth ing antiseptic the Rubinstein Snow Lotion is excellent for slightly inflamed skins and a protective measure against dirt and possible further infection. As for blackheads, these need cleans ing and more of it. They afflict espe cially people with oily skins so avoid rich creams and either wash the skin with a bland soap or pack or scour it briskly with the gritty beauty grains. GO, CHICAGO [begin on page 30] Palace and St. Francis are mellow and benign, perfect hostelries and notable eating places. The Palace crabs on artichoke hearts and chicken salad Vic tor at the St. Francis are things to write home about. Newer and very splendid on their hill sites are the Fair- mount and Mark Hopkins, and other fine hotels and restaurants dot the city from one end to another. Chinese restaurants and shops, where the treasures you pick up are really beautiful Oriental products and not native Californian, make you return again and again to Chinatown. Most tourists stop at the fringe and shop only at the big showy places but the really exciting finds are farther on. Go over to Pacific and delve into the little shops on Grant street, for wonderful wood carvings, Japanese prints and silks, brocade slippers, jewelry, Orien tal perfume, and china. And the far ther in you go the more gracious and beaming the Chinese. They are the most gentle and hospitable race in the world and who ever wished a sinister reputation on to them didn't know what he was talking about. All about the city, of course, are the heavenly drives — to the Monterey Peninsula, up mountain sides and through smiling farms and fragrant forests. I personally could spend days happily chugging about on the fleet of snowy ferries, up the bay past rocky islands with ships riding into the Gol den Gate, the city melting into clouds on one side and mountains looming up out of the clouds on the other, with only the occasional roar of a hydro plane ferry to disturb the calm flutter of the seagulls all about the bay. Til weep to leave this spot. ound m World Christmas in the Holy Land, gay New Year's Eve at Cairo, mystic India in cool January. Cruise-fa mous Empress of Australia hoists anchor at New York Dec. 2 for 137 days of globe-circling thrills. MEDITERRANEAN All the real beauties of the blue Mediter ranean and her entrancing shores — on the Empress of France's 73-day cruise. Long time ashore at Holy Lands, Fgypr and other fascinating places. From New York Feb. 3. Booklets and ship plans from your local representatwe or E. A. Kenney, Stenmchip Gener.il Agen 71 E. Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. 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