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No machinery is needed, no moving parts at all. And so there's no vibration, no wear. Yet Electrolux costs no more than other makes, size for size — $205 to $460 installed. Liberal terms. Come in and see the various models at our display rooms. And phone CENtral 7832, or write us, for complete details. UTILITY APPLIANCE CORPORATION 180 North Michigan Ave. Chicago, 111. ELECTROLUX THE Safe REFRIGERATOR 2 TUECUICAGOAN OCCASIONS CIRCUS — Combined circus of Barnum ii Bailey and Ringling Brothers in the same old childhood to second childhood appeal. Lasting nine days from Aug. 2, at Grant Park, Seventh Street entrance. Perform' ances at 2 and 8 p. m. AIR RACES — All that is aeronautics at the tenth revival of the National Air Races at Curtiss Reynolds Airport at Glenview, August 23 to Sept. 1 and each day offer ing a totally different program of events. STATE FAIR— The State of Illinois pre senting from August sixteenth to twenty- third inclusive, the seventy-eighth annual Fair. An agricultural Exhibit ranking among the foremost of National farm ex hibits. At Springfield, Illinois. BOW & ARROW— The Show of the Na tional Archery Assn at Grant Park, north of the Field Museum, Aug. 12 to 15 in clusive. This fiftieth annual tournament will bring together some 300 of the best archers in the land. Headquarters official ly at Stevens Hotel and Mr. Sprunger at We'lington 9276 will answer any questions. POLICE FIELD DAT— Track events in the forthright manner of the Town's able constabulary, at Soldiers' Field, Grant Park, August 16-17. THEATER Musical +ARTISTS AND MODELS — Grand Opera House, 119 No. Clark, Central 8240. Phil Baker and Aileen Stanley et al, coming to Town on the 14th of Au gust in the premier musical revue of the season. Curtain 8:1? and 2:15. Eve nings $4.40. Matinees $3.00. 'Drama MLOVE TECHNIQUE— Studebaker, 418 So. Michigan. Harrison 2792. Lou Tellegen blossoms with the first dramatic presentation of the season and the im minence of such relief a happy augury ol full playhouses. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings $3.00. Matinees $2.00. MSISTERS OF ^HE CHORUS— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Four teenth or Fifteenth week of this naughty little comedy of chorus girl homelife. Memorable as one of the summer salva tions. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings $3.00; Matinees $2.00. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS- Synthetic Summkr, by Clayton Rawson Cover Design Eye and Ear Entertainment Page 2 Palate Pleasures 4 Sport Dial 5 North-Bound, by Victor Haveman 6 Editorial 7 Spirit of Evanston, by Lawrence Martin 9 Pinkerton Piqued, by Romo'a Voynow 11 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 13 Shadow Theater, by Philip Xesbitt.. 14-1 ? Distinguished Chicagoans, by ]. H. E. Clar^ 17 Board of Trade, by Victor Haveman.. 18- 19 Cinema Theme Drawing, by Sandor.... 2') Cinema, by William R. Weaver 2! Theatrical Credo, by William C Boyden 22 Shops About Town, by The Cn- cagoenne 24 Go, Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 28 Books, by Susan Wilbur 30 Musical Notes, by Robert Pollak 3 2 Observations Critical, by Philip N"bitt 34 Art, by /. 2. Jacobson 3fi 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 Ghicagoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 23. CINEMA SO THIS IS LONDON Will Rogers and Irene Rich in a new and better vision of So This Is Paris. [See and hear it.] THE UHHOLT THREE: The sad news about Lon Chaney. [Forget it.] SOHG O' MT HEART: John McCor- mack sings eleven songs splendidly. [Hear it by all means.] THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD: Louis Mann makes much of a homespun drama. [If you like acting.] SWEETHEARTS AND WIVES: Billie Dove and Give Brook in a highly en gaging bit of French farce. [Yes.] LAWFUL LARCENT: Lowell Sherman and Bebe Daniels make merry in not too heavy dialogue. [Probably.] BIG HOUSE: Commercial, of course, but not entirely bad. [If idle.] Ol/R BLUSHIHG BRIDES: Joan Craw ford shocks the kiddies. [No.] THE BIG POHD: 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 LADT 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 BLANK LET'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 HOLIDAY: Nancy Car roll grows up and away from her juvenile popularity. [Don't be afraid of it.] SAFETT IN NUMBERS: Buddy Rogers finds his place in pictures. __ [If inter ested.] The Chicagoan — Maktin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, ing Co.. 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth A^ Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Kuss Build; Aug 16, 1930. Copyright 1930. Entered as second class matt" ; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by the Chicagoan Publish- : 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1603 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Office: ing, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copy 15c. Vol. IX, No. 11 — •r March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, III., under the act of March 3, 1879. ttlt CHICAGOAN AUGUST! FURS! STEVENS! August... and a woman's fancy turns to Furs . . . mention Furs . . . and immedi ately one thinks of Stevens! Furs this year are simply ravishing ! Having been treated in as supple a manner as any fabric, they are cut, draped and molded into the most becoming lines. Coats are not held together any more . . . they are either slightly fitted at the waistline and buttoned ... or a chic little belt of the Fur holds them in place. Come in and try one on . . . and imme diately you will realize how irresistible they are. Prices — lower than they have been inyears — are still a small item when compared to the luxuriousness and beauty of the Fur itself. FURS-FIFTH FLOOR ChaS'A- Stevens' &' Bros 4 TI4E CHICAGOAN TABLES AND TIMES "Dusk Till Dawn CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Chinese and Southern cooking, and a new outdoor garden worth a Winchellism. Al Handler's orchestra one of those aids to digestion. Cover charge after nine $1.50. Service a la carte and Gene Harris bowing at your entrance. ROXT CAFE— 79th St. and Stony Island. Saginaw 2800. No cover charge to din ner, after that $1.50. With service table d'hote. Vin Conley and his Roxy Club orchestra and Bill Kranz tinkling the ivories — passably. CLUB METROPOLE— 2300 S. Michigan. Victory 3400. Art Kassel and his boop-a- doopahs do turn out some marvelous syn copation. Cover charge after nine $1.00. Dinner $1.50 and $2.00. VILLA VENICE— Milwaukee Ave., at Des Plaines River. Wheeling 8. Far and away the best in the present whirl, with the smartest night club entertainers in this mid central prairie. There are some crooning gondoliers and a walk about the grounds at midnight — yes. Cover charge after ten $2.00. Dinners $3.50 and $4.00. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove Avenue. Dorchester 0074. Al Quodbach offers a new summer garden and Irving Aaronson and his Commanders pushing out some palpable um-de-da. Dinners $2.50 and $3.00. Cover charge $1.00. FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd. Victory 7011. Charley Straight and his band veteran favorites at this wee hour casino. Un usual entertainment for this quiet west ern front. Cover charge $1.00 week. Saturdays and Sundays $1.50. LIliCOLH TAVERN— Dempster Road at Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1919. No cover charge at this charming joy place. Plenty of musical manna from Tom Gerun and his band and food also mentionable. Dinners $2.50 and $3.00. Again we repeat no cover charge. COLOSIMO'S— Wabash at 22nd. Calu met 1127. Here the present pungent and pleasing zippery makes a large boom. A la carte service and the couvert charge 50 cents, after nine. DELLS — Dempster Road at Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1717. Meats and music on display. Coon-Sanders nighthawk it with deliberate gusto and the gustatory delights are abundant. Dinner $2.50. Cover charge 50 cents during week, Sat urday and Sunday $1.00. Luncheon — Dinner — Later ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save King George and St. Hubert's. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wa bash 1088. Up a few flights to plenty of atmosphere and plenty up and up in service. GRATLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. Appealing to a sophisticated dinner crowd. Who want things their way, and — MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. Who does not remember this historic name and its happy fulfillment of promised food values year after year. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Reading down on the menu leads to some tempting surprises for the German-in clined diner. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Castilian catering and who ventures out fc" change of diet will like this place especially. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. Conventional after the Prus sian manner and still blossoming these thirty years. JIM IRELAHD'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Sea food and eat hearty, mates. Stay if you will till the rosy- fingered dawn. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. When it's late or early a steak palate will find happy relief at this rendezvous. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. Times have changed under new guidance and when you're rambling in Tower Town — JULIEN'S— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Mamma Julien beams upon the hungry knights about the round table. Deftly served, a real family meal and confidentially you can eat all you want. BON VIVANT— 4367 Lake Park Avenue. Serving in the French mode and surpris ingly well. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. A New Orleans Parisian cuisine, and one of the better boasts of this restaurant ridden town. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. Swedish service and smorgars- broad and you'll remember the time, the place and the food. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. We re peat good restaurants are few and far between. LA TOUR d'ARGENT— Palmolive build ing and North Michigan. A magnet for many who meander north — north of the Water tower. HUTLER'S— 20 S. Michigan and 310 N. Michigan. Two places on Mich boul where one hears some smart chatter dur ing the noon day rush. PICADILLT— Fine Arts bldg., S. Michi gan. The fourth floor and easy to find four good reasons for a charming tete-a- tete. HARDING'S COLOHIAL TEA ROOM— Wabash south of Madison. Luncheon or tea, very properly serviced and remem bered when one's in a hurry. zM'orning — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Margraff directing the Blackstone string quintette. Hoertrich directing the service and traditionally good. STEVEXS HOTEL— 110 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, lunch' eon 85 cents and music. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Su perior 2380. Service a la carte. Quiet and ostentatious. Sympathetic to palate and purse. No dancing. COHGRESS HOTEL— Congress at Michi gan. Harrison 3800. Marty Stone sup plying some delicious rhythm in the Pom- peiian Room. No cover charge. A la carte service. Louis XVI — No cover charge and dinner $2.50. PALMER HOUSE — State at Monroe. Randolph 7500 Symphonic sustenance in The Empire Room and Mutschler head ing 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. American cooking and many give it that line about being head and shoulders above. Dinner $1.75 and $1 25 SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The summer retreat of the south side. Offering a sum mer garden that's really cool, though somewhat limited in space. Suggesting that you 'phone for reservations. Danc ing for private parties and pleasant musi cal reminders during the meal. Dinner $2.00. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1616 Hvde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. Another choice of the contemporary gourmets and possessing something unnoticeably precise about the service. Hoffman sees to that. Dinners in the main dining room at $1.50 and $2.00. EDGE WATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. Dan Russo's orchestra offers those ulti mate superlatives in rhythm. And, of course, we shan't forget a word about the food. Cover charge 50 cents week days, Saturdays $1.25. Dinners $2.00 and $2 50 LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshore Drive. Superior 8500. Ex clusive rendezvous of this moire decade. Dinner $2.50 and no dancing. Langsdors is maitre. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakeshore Drive at Oak Street. Superior 2200. One of the bril liant spots of the town during this spar kling season, or any other season. Peter Ferris heading the service in the Main Dining Room — service a la carte. Bill Donahue's orchestra. Cover charge week night $1.25, Saturday $2.50. Italian Room— dinner $2.00 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. Dutch palates dine plenti fully and service one of those divine duties. Grubel will tend your need. Dinner $2.00. BELMOHT HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Gay with summer throngs and resuscitating jaded appetites with charming finesse. Scusser serves — and well. Dinner $2 00 and no dancing. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Wal ton Place. Superior 4264. The Oriental Room, Town Club, or private party rooms are serviced for any occasion deftly, brilliantly, and ho-ho. Dinner $1.25. THE CHICAGOAN 5 SPQHBDIAL ARCHERY Fiftieth Annual Tournament at Grant Park, north of Field Museum with official headquarters at Stevens Hotel, August 12-15. AIR RACES The National Air Races to be held at Curtiss-Reynolds Airport at Glenview, Illi nois, offer the tenth anniversary of this classic with every possible event in the aeronautic calendar to last from August 23 to September 1. BASEBALL CHICAGO CUBS— Wrigley Field against Boston, Aug. 8, 9, 10, 11; Brooklyn, Aug. 12, 13, 14, 15; Philadelphia, 16, 17, 18, 19. CHICAGO WHITE SOX— Comiskey Park against Detroit, Aug. 31, Sept. 1; Cleveland, Sept. 4, 5, 6, 7. GOLF Ten Thousand Dollar Open, St. Paul, Aug. 14-16. National Amateur at Merion, Philadelphia, Pa., September 22-27. Women's Western at Hill Crest, Kansas City, August 25-30. Western Open, Detroit, Aug. 20-23. LOCAL GOLF EVENTS Medinah Camel Trail, Medinah Country Club, August 7. Calumet Plae Day, Calumet Country Club, August 7. Acacia Whoopee, Acacia Country Club, August 14. Olympia Fields Invitation, August 14. Traffic Club of Chicago at Olympia, August 20. HORSE RACING Chicago Business Men's Racing Assn., Hawthorne, Aug. 4-23. Lincoln Fields Jockey Club, Crete, Illinois, Aug. 25-Sept. 27. POWER BOATS AND SAIL BOATS Lipton and Nutting Cup Races, Chicago Yacht Club, Aug. 14-15-16. All Class Regatta at Navy Pier, Columbia Yacht Club, August 23. 19th Annual Triangular Race, Chicago Yacht Club, Aug. 29. Gehrman Trophy, Belmont Harbor, Chicago Yacht Club, August 30-31. Lutz Trophy Races, Jackson Park Yacht Club, Sept. 5-6-7. Richardson Cup Races, Lake Michigan Yachting Assn., Sept. 10-11-12. ROD AND GUN National Tournament, Buffalo, New York, Aug. 21-23. Lincoln Park Tournament, Lincoln Park Casting Club, Sept. 7. TENNIS 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. TRACK AND FIELD EVENTS Police Field Day, sponsoring events for Central A. A. U., Aug. 16-17, at Sol diers Field. , _. , . ATT iCu- American vs. British Field Day, sponsored by National A. A. U., at Soldiers Field, Aug. 27. SWIMMING Ilinois Athletic Swim Marathon, Chicago lakefront, Aug. 30. 6 THE CHICAGOAN NORTH-BOUND The two towers at the Bridge appear sombre sentinels of Horth Michigan; even the portals of Tribune Tower and Medinah Temple are empty while the city — save Artist Victor Haveman — sleeps. CHICAGOAN The New Cinema NOW that the cinema has assumed in major part those certain few responsibilities anciently if not too honor ably borne by the personal playhouse, it is to be hoped that cinema managers will not continue unmindful of the cer tain few obligations these entail. Two of these calling for immediate attention fall directly under head of that very watchword of the motion picture industry, service. With all its studied organization of personnel, with all its scien tifically perfected apparatus catering to the bodily comfort of patrons, the cinema has not devised a successful substi tute for the printed programme and it has not provided means whereby playgoers may assure themselves of seeing the play from its beginning. These are indivisible ele ments of the cinema's oral heritage. Happily enough, discharge of these obligations imposes no material hardship upon the cinema management. Printed programmes may be supplied precisely as they are supplied in the older theater, doing away permanently with the never satisfactory screen announcements so completely inadequate in the new scheme of things. And it is quite as practicable for the cinema to advertise five or six daily curtain hours as at is for the playhouse to advertise one or two. If this sug' gestion turns out to be the final nail in Dear Old Drahma's coffin, reflect that therein lies Earl Carroll. Too Much Logic THE National Air Races, to be flown at the Curtiss- Reynolds Airport during ten days beginning August 23, will focus world attention upon Chicago. Newspapers and newsfilms will publish many views of the assembled onlookers, of the noted aviators and others present, and of the planes in flight. Lately in the headlines because the Hunters chose to establish their endurance flight record at Sky Harbor, Chicago again will be brought to universal notice as a city of aeronautical importance. But the Cur- tiss-Reyholds Airport is at Glenview, only technically at Chicago, and it is very unlikely that the widely published photographs, printed and screened, will include background shots of the city. that experts have declared the logical hub of aerial transportation in America. This matter of an adequate airport for Chicago is of course a staple item of editorial fare, a favorite theme for emergency use of editorial writers on those days when little or nothing else seems particularly to need writing about. And that attitude, paired with an equivalent indifference on the part of civic officials and volunteers, just about ex plains the non-existence of a lakefront airport (convenient as Boston's) such as is generously assumed in the experts' declaration. Actually, use of that word "logical" is a principal cause of this attitude. It is easy to let time, traditionally sure but notoriously slow, attend to things that are logical. If Chicago's claim to aeronautical distinction were illogical, say as illogical as its claim to distinction in music, astronomy and education, no doubt we should have had long ago an airport no less notable in its sphere than the Civic Opera House, the Planetarium and the University of Chicago. Din-DirvDin THE function of the newsmagazine is, primarily, to summarize the news of the week for busy readers. A multiplicity of interests has made this service increasingly important, and the two principal newsmagazines, Time and The Literary Digest, have prospered accordingly. The race between these two popular journals has been extremely interesting. Time, the younger, has achieved a glib facility of expression that coats with a certain lively good humor its review of events serious or frivolous. The Literary Digest has varied the long sustained serenity of its pages by conducting a sensationally successful poll of popu lar opinion on the subject of prohibition, and by broadcast ing a substantial portion of its weekly contents over a national network. Purely on points, this leaves the latter magazine one up on its sprightly contemporary, but a scoring on the broader basis of net results affords a different answer. The Literary Digest, in attempting to score its second point, gave the broadcasting assignment to Mr. Floyd Gibbons, whose genius with a typewriter may have been phenomenal when our boys were in Flanders' fields— and may still be, for all we know — but whose gusty delivery of comic-page wisecracks by radio is the single result of Marconi's invention which is more regrettable than Amos 'n' Andy. If we were of normally suspicious nature, we'd be inclined to suspect that the alert editors of Time had a hand in the assignment. Paddy Harmon THE death of Mr. Patrick Harmon seemed cruelly ill timed. The turbulent Paddy, often down but never out, was just entering upon the upcurve of a come-back that no one doubted would be decisive— Paddy's come-backs always were. Sports writers of the daily press, whose recent writings about Harmon had been more colorful than sincere, ceased their spoofing for a day and throbbed out their honest love for a give-and'take fighter who wouldn't stay licked. There was a choke in every column, an undertone of frustrated in tent to square the breaks ... the boys hadn't sprained their typewriters in Harmon's behalf when his Stadium was at stake. Paddy Harmon was of pioneer stuff, but his realm was mankind; another might push out the frontier, if the ro bust Harmon could widen ever so slightly the personal hori zon of those about him. The Stadium, his physical contribu tion to the splendor of the Town, is not a true monument. The measure of his influence is hidden in the hearts of un numbered needy to whom he gave material things and in the successes of men to whom he gave, when they needed it most, a spiritual kick in the exactly correct direction. Paddy never had to square the breaks ... he never with held them: THE CHICAGOAN i ¦ ¦ — n 50,199 Women Can't Be Wrong When that many fashionable women, un known to each other, all hit on a unanimous opinion ... it must be right . . .The unanimous opinion is the rightness, the chic, the wear- ability of Sales-Fifth Avenue's famous Fenton Last . . . 50,199 women have agreed on it. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CHICAGO The Athlone — a Fenton Last pump in while kid with Java . . . also in beige or green kid with watersnake . . . 18.50 rUE CHICAGOAN 9. THE SPIRIT OF EVANSTON Charting a Civilized Community's Influence on the Future of Mankind EVANSTON, which begins lugubri ously with a cemetery just beyond the Howard street delicatessen district, has always been considered a quaint place by Chicagoans who know it only as a way station on the road to Ravinia. It exists, if the local news prints are to be believed, rather for the amuse ment than for the inspiration of the big city. For it is there, according to the conspiracy of city editors, that col legiate policemen chase squirrels and nag parked neckers, that geese go mad and bite by-standers, that the village dog-catcher and the S. P. C. A. wage incessant warfare, and that Sunday movies are sinful while Sabbatarian golf has the sanctimonious accolade of even Judson avenue morals. This is not an essay on Evanston. It merely wishes to draw attention to a new mail box which Postmaster Wil liam J. Hamilton has had erected on the curbstone in front of the post- office. It is a courtesy mail box for automobilists, as two signs arranged wing-fashion tell anyone who can read billboard type. No parking is allowed near the box, under pain of exile or ostracism, the two penalties most dreaded by Evanstonians. True to the principle of multiple in vention, the box was suggested simul taneously by two Evanstonians, Mrs. Gross and Dr. Bragdon, and was tried out in 1922. Since then the box has flourished every summer and fall, and has now been accorded a new dis tinction : Last to be emptied in Evan ston before the dispatch of every mail is the motorists' special box. THIS is Evanston's contribution to such bearded inquiries as "Whither mankind?" Sedanized man kind drives up, drops his letters, and snorts away to the Public Library, the North Shore Theater Guild, the Woman's Club, Vera's period tea room, or some other major activity of the local residentia. A man in Hous' ton, Texas, where they have automo biles now, is setting up an awful howl that he was first to conceive the idea. Postmaster Hamilton, whose hobby is social history, says Houston was three or four years behind Evanston, which By LAWRENCE MARTIN is first in this as in average income- tax and in Cadillacs. A mail box is a little thing; there are hundreds of thousands of them in this communicative country; why make such a fuss about this one? The fact is that here in this box, which soon the forty-eight states will be adopting, a great need of the nation is filled, a need more important and dire than the need for a naval treaty capable of look ing innocent under the scrutiny of Hearst, The Tribune, and the Senate, or for a good crystal'wrapped five-cent cigar. Now that Evanston has started it, we may expect it to spread over the nation like tree-sitting. Indeed, this innovation has not a little in common with tree-sitting. Its main concern is to enable the human posterior to stay put. You drive your car to the curb, flip in your letter, and are on your" way. With any sort of knack the mailing of a letter can be done without a shift of gears. It is odd that an invention of such moment to a pause- less age should come from sylvan Evanston, the sweet Auburn of the western plain. WE must consider not only the matter of need, but of portent. This mail receptacle is only a starter; "Tut, tut, my lord, I know you . . . I was married to one of vour tribe once" 10 TI4E CHICAGOAN Statisticians have computed the num ber of words babbled over the radio about baseball by the Tottens, Ryans, and Flanagans, but none has as yet interested himself in the number of hours the American spends in his car. A recent war-novel author, answering a questionnaire, described his residen tial seat as his pants. The ordinary citizen, equally nomadic, thanks to Ford, might describe his as the seat of his coupe. Home is no longer where we hang our hat but where we do our mileage. The tin box on wheels is our perambulating bungalow. When the automobile's omnibulance (to coin a needed word) is accepted for better or worse, a new set of institu tions will rise to meet the needs of our endless cruising. By the side of the mail box on the curbing will stand long lines of lunch-counter, the motor ized cafeteria, where a man can snatch and bite without leaving his steering- wheel. The Bar-B-Q by the hard road is a bare beginning which relieves rid' ers of the pain of detaching them selves from the upholstery. Roadside piggly-wigglies will spring up to meet the shopping needs of an age of four- wheel brakes. California already has a monster department store for automo- bilists, the "Drive-In Market" of Los Angeles, done in the best of modernistic — DOROTHY DOW. taste by architect Richard Neutra. The motorist drives directly to the stalls, points out the beans, buns, and broccoli of his desire, and is off with a rumble-seatful as the cash-register rings a merry send-off. Who does not know the Neo-Busi- ness Man who scorns the static office of stone and steel? His plans are for' ever in motion; why not his headquar' ters? The bolder one takes his stenog rapher out and dictates letters and reports while the chauffeur guides the office along the boulevards. The timid one, not even putting his trust in a chauffeur-chaperon, is content with an It-less dictaphone. With every yearly model the automobile approaches the ideal of the appropriately over-fur-- nished home. It has shades, curtains, and awnings. It has a radio, flowers in vases, cigar-lighters, ash-trays, vanity cases, mirrors, musical horns, heating and cooling contraptions, and a speak' ing-tube to the janitor-chauffeur. SCIENTISTS, disillusioned, teach us that after all this laborious business of placing one foot in front of the other is an amateurish and inefficient means of locomotion, and that nature, if she had an engineering sense, would have done better by man to have en dowed him with wheels instead of legs (with balloon tires for the Stouter Woman). Man is apparently making up for nature's inadequacy, for he has decidedly taken to wheels. He would outgrow legs altogether, as he has tail and appendix, were it not that he must have something with which to push the pedals. The millennium, re-defined, is that epoch when we shall be able to pass the whole of our lives in our resplen dent caravans. We shall have learned by then how to refuel without coming to a dead stop. In fact, the only dead stop will be the final one at the mauso leum, or mortuary garage. Three thou sand years ago men insisted that their prized belongings be buried with them. A hundred years ago the fighting pio neers of the West looked forward to being buried with their boots on. What more natural than that in the mechanized millennium toward which we are ricocheting, the automobile ad dict should want to be buried as he has lived — in his car, which was his prized belonging in his seven-league boot? Such is the hint sylvan Evanston and its motorists' mail-dump gives us of the sixteen-cylinder future. "If You Like Books" 1. Inspired by the Latest Work of Mrs. Post Oh, I know my Etiquette, yet I'm annoyed — Men pass me by for the girls who read Freud — I obey Mrs. Post, but I think she's all wet, For men overlook me and take girls who pet! 2. The Art of Criticism Books by Bodenheim annoy — Books by Hemingway are joy; Books by Hamsan make me sad — Books by Norris make me mad! Miss Millay's most recent measures Are not harked by me as treasures . . . Frankly, first upon my shelf Stands one volume by . . . myself! 3. Heroines I would be a lady in a book — Will you be my love in black and white? I must take a different one each night — Chastity's been banished to the cook. Delicately I shall gather bright Sins that never tarnish, never look Anything at all but very fair .... If you'd be my lover, you must wear Riches and a title for your part. Poverty is simply out of fashion — Only men with sticks and spats are smart! We shall meet and chat of pins and passion — I shall be a liar, you a cad . . . If we manage to be light and bad With a lot of beauty, and some wit, And with gold enough to throw away — Every one who reads of us shall say — Isn't She a Darling? Don't You Love It? 4. Tastes I can not decide Which I think is the worse — E. Barrington's prose Or E. Guest's funny verse! 5. Literary Ladies Some write books, and go on vague vacations. . . . Some marry, and regain their reputations! TUE CHICAGOAN " THE WOMAN IN THE CASE A Diamond Lil Eludes Pinkerton By ROMOLA VOYNOW SHERLOCK HOLMES, the chron icles tell us, was defeated only once in his career and that once by a woman. Billy Pinkerton, often referred to as the Sherlock Holmes of America, also was once outwitted by a member of the weaker sex, and for him too it was as close to a defeat as his career ever embraced. Chicago, in the early eighties was rather a glorified western frontier town, and the epithet invariably coupled with its name was "wide open." The saloon doors swung briskly, corks popped from champagne bottles, the great White Way had not as yet been recognized as a special property of New York, and men still wore mutton chop whiskers and opera cloaks. This was the era that ushered in a mauve decade in a brazen flare of purple. Chicago's Ri- alto was being glorified nightly with a procession of women whose florid contours had not yet given way to the lither ideal of the Ziegfeld beauty, and the reigning belle of these night life queens was one Pauline Townshend. The habitues of the more glittering cafes spoke of her familiarly as "Long Pauline" and she stood out from her raucous background with as much dis tinction as would the Venus de Milo from the bric-a-brac collection of a modern gift shoppe. The young bloods of the town competed for the honor of assisting her into her carriage, of holding her cloak, and of filling her glass. To all of them she was a mys tery. She had appeared in the town as from nowhere, a tall, statuesque blonde, with inscrutable eyes, a perfect figure,, and a manner of holding her head that suggested a crown. One night as she sat in the midst of her coterie, Pauline looked up from the table to see a handsome blonde man surveying her from the threshold of the cafe. "Who's that?" she inquired of her companions. Someone offered to pre> sent the. gentleman, and Billy Pinker ton was introduced. He murmured a few polite words, and was off, with Long Pauline staring after him inter estedly. Shortly after this casual meet ing Pauline disappeared as suddenly as she had arrived on the Town scene, but the fact meant nothing to Billy until he learned that she had been ar rested for some minor offense in San Francisco. Those were the days when the Orient was a haven for American criminals who sought hiding place far from the eyes of their own forces of justice It was part- of Pinkerton's routine to study lengthy reports from his agents in the east concerning the Occidental personalities who found their way thither. In one of them he read about an English woman of title, whose lux urious establishment was the gathering . place for smart society in Horig Kdng, and who lived like a queen with no visible means of support. She called herself the Baroness de P — , and was the center of an adoring and gay court. Pinkerton asked that a picture of < the woman be sent him, but even "when he received it he couldn't be sure. . . . In the course of a round the World trip Mr. Pinkerton paid a visit" to Hong Kong. In the lobby of his hotel he encountered a young acquaintance from America. The boy, scarcely over twenty, was of a wealthy family and had come to the Orient solely on a pleasure trip. "But," he confided shyly, "it turned out to be much more important than that, for I've found my future wife here." Pinkerton extended his congratula tions. "When does the wedding take place?" For a moment the young man's fea tures clouded. "We're waiting. We have to wait," he said, "until she gets her divorce. She's still the wife of the Baron de P — ." Pinkerton sipped his long drink in silence. "I'd like to be presented to her,'.' he said. The young man was delighted and arranged a visit to the house of his fiancee. The entrance to the house was imposing. A servant conducted them to a spacious drawing room, where the lady was waiting. The youth hurried forward, and then turned to Billy. "Baroness," he began, "permit me . . ." but she cut him short with: "Why, hello, Billy Pinkerton." He was addressing Long Pauline Towns hend once more. : As the afternoon wore on Billy wracked his brains. How best to save this trusting and enamoured young 12 TWE CHICAGOAN Lincoln Park, a fragment by Peter Koch man from the scheming woman? That the boy was madly in love there was no doubt, and so, Billy was forced to admit, might any man be who was ignorant of Pauline's history. She had learned much since the old days in Chicago. Her conversation was worthy the aristocrat she pretended to be. She talked glibly and intelligently, and in the carriage as they approached her betrothed had mentioned that she spoke no less than six languages. But Billy knew she was still the Pauline Town- shend who had been the toast of too many men, and there was something about the boy that appealed to him. The youth must be saved. As soon as he could Billy took his leave and returned to the hotel alone. At once he set forces in motion to look into her record, only to discover that her assumption of a title was valid. She really had married the English nobleman, and had really instituted suit for divorce. The results of the in vestigation gave him, in addition to what he already knew, one card to be held in reserve. Pauline's wealth came from another source than her husband's pocket. There were no less than ten men contributing to her support! He and the young man had a long, earnest talk. In the course of it, Billy realized that he could not, except in the case of most dire necessity, destroy with his own knowledge the boy's il lusions. He might, Pinkerton thought, head him off by way of his family. They at least, should know the truth and forbid the marriage. He per suaded the boy to depart for America, promising to make the journey with him, even go with him to see his par ents to reveal his intentions of marriage. And the youth was heart-breakingly grateful for the older man's kind offers of assistance. Together they reached New York, but it was Pinkerton who had the first interview with the boy's parents. Very gently he unfolded the ugly facts, and begged them, for the sake of their son, not to let him know the truth. Then, when the boy pre sented his case, he was met with ada mant refusal. His parents would under no circumstances hear of his marrying an older, divorced woman. The boy begged and pleaded. If only they could see her, if only they could know her, they would adore her as he did. The mother and father stood their ground. Finally he declared he would marry her without their consent. As a last gesture the father threatened to cut him off from his fortune, but the boy asserted that could make no difference in his and Pauline's love. He wrote her immediately and asked her to join him in his new poverty. A short month later Pinkerton read of the lad's suicide. On his desk was found a note from Pauline in which she derided him for being such a fool. "Did he expect her to marry a working man with a clerk's salary? Did he think she loved him, the little fool?" Pinkerton vowed then that Pauline Townshend should never slip from his notice again. Pauline soon wearied of Hong Kong and came to America as the fiancee of a mining millionaire. This time Pinker ton had her in his clutches. This man he could, and would, save. With all the facts in his hand Pinkerton went to the man's hotel and let him see for him self what had been the past of the woman he intended to marry. The match was ruined. This triumph brought Pauline to see him, suing for friendship. The blonde beauty had the courage to come to his lair, and ask that they be friends. "I haven't," she murmured, "done anything wrong," and when Pinkerton looked at her quizzically added hastily, "except that one thing in San Francisco." Pinkerton waited a moment before asking: "And how about the boy who died in New York?" When she real ized he would not be won over she de fied him. "Here's one time you don't win. I'm going back to the man who turned me out this afternoon and inside of three months I'll be his wife." Three months later the man died as he was dressing for his wedding! After that the world became once more a playground for Long Pauline. Wherever smart crowds went to play at pleasure, Long Pauline was to be seen, her beauty as fresh looking as it had been a score of years before. The world's wealthiest playboys were her playmates. Diamonds glittered proudly on her breast, and the years seemed powerless to diminish her attractions. Yet ever in her wake plodded Billy Pinkerton, ever on the alert to snatch the matrimonial prize from her just as it seemed in her grasp, ever on the watch to spread the word and give the warning, and to drive her, when ever possible, from her merry Eden. On two occasions he managed to testify against her in lawsuits, and finally suc ceeded in making this country too un comfortable for her liking. She fled to England, where before long she mar ried a British lord, and settled down to enjoy her high position. "Yes," Pinkerton would say of her reminiscently, "I considered her the most dangerous woman in the world, and the irony of the thing lay for me in the fact that the great lady's real name was Mae Dugan and she was born in Menominee, Michigan." TI4ECWICAG0AN 13 TOWN TALK Romantic August — Ed, the Law Horse and the Ticket Gratings Babes in the Englewoods ^ Crime, Tree Sitting 6r° the Prankish Press ~~ Beauty Contests ^That Public Clamor By RICHARD ATWATER *A Record Month IT WAS under a tropic August moon, avers our almanack, that Cleopatra touched the asp to her Egyptian bosom. Leonidas and Balzac died in August, as did Sacco, Vanzetti, and John Bun- yan. Theodore Dreiser was born in August, and in this month Lady Godiva rode so, notably through the streets of Coventry. Our almanack does not say if it was, too, in August that Earl Carroll and John S. Sumner were born; but it does give this date to the invention of Mr. Edison's phonograph. A mad and glamorous month, and we think bet ter than ever of Edison for learning it was in August he conceived the phonograph. A man who can invent anything in August is a wizard. This also explains why what Edison invented in August turned out to be a phonograph. zJlfore Augustatistics THIS is the first time in ten years we have dallied, during the equa torial months, in Chicago, the Summer Resort. It's not so bad, and has given us a chance to investigate these mid- western midsummers from the scien tific point of view. In spite of the old saying de Augustibus non disputandum, we've already exploded the superstition that as the figures on the thermometer go up, you feel the heat more. 90 is usually hotter than 80, but it is not true that 101 is more uncomfortable than 91. Our theory is that the extra degrees of heat dry up the humidity after you pass 95. The ideal summer temperature in Chicago is 98.6. At this point, we find, the heat of the air is equalized with the heat of the body, and one neutralizes the other. As we write these lines, the temperature has just risen from 95 to 98.6, and to express our relief we have been going around the living room with a brace and bit, boring holes in the cork tile floor. Not to play indoor dwarf golf, as you might suppose. Much better than that. We're going to blow soap bubbles through the holes in the floor, partly for our own amusement and partly to surprise the people in the apartment below. If they come upstairs to thank us they won't find us in, though. We'll be in, but not us. At this tempera ture our name is Abdul Humid. That spelling doesn't look right. Make it Hassan. We can spell Hassan. There once was a quaint looking Turk who in doorways would frequently lurk; he was not an assassin, this person named Hassan, it was just that he hated to work. %*? Unemployment Relief "I WAS in a Clark street car this 1 morning," confides Richard W. Sanders, "and in front of me sat a tramp who hadn't had a shave or hair cut for many weeks. His clothes were full of holes and he was generally very unkempt. He was reading a magazine showing a picture of a beautiful woman with the caption over it, 'What Should a Woman Do?' Beneath the picture was this: 'She wanted him more than life itself but in her heart she knew what the first law of love demanded.' " The Garrulous Films DAVID BELASCO thinks the talk ing movies are about through, which we reverently doubt. Though if he meant the talking news reels, we could stand a little less talking, having a slight twitching sensation whenever we hear colleague Graham McNamee explaining the news with a running fire of wise cracks of the kind so no tably collected by the Literary Digest. As a medium for drama, the sound film can provide pretty good entertainment but we think it suffers, at present, from being turned on too loud by the theater engineers. This may be necessary, if people in the back rows are to hear the lines; but why should people in the back rows hear the lines, anyway? They seldom did in the old fashioned "legiti mate" theaters. With this extra and exaggerated volume, not only do . the actors seem to be shouting through megaphones in a basement bathroom, but the accompanying sounds are often curiously out of proportion. Heel taps, when a 95 -pound cinema girl trips across a floor, should not sound like ten Irishmen smacking an iron boiler with a steel hammer. At least that is not the way Mrs. Reginald Van Dyne taught us to enter a drawing room. Merely turning down the volume button would end all this comedy, and if patrons couldn't hear all the words in the back row, we doubt if they would complain, at least during the talking news reels. Unless they were of the kind that is really unable to get the idea of a building on fire with out hearing a golden voice shouting "Boy, O boy, there sure is a hot time in the old town tonight!" The Pursuit HE HAD parked his car down town, and on Michigan boule vard at that, tells Guy Hardy. After a leisurely hour or two, he came out, climbed to his wheel and started non chalantly south. Behind him he heard the clattering hoofs of a traffic police man's horse. Now Ed (says Guy) is one of these large and tranquil gentlemen with a humorous turn of mind; and he de cided to step on the gas instead of halt ing to get his ticket. Faster and faster speeded the car, but always, cloppety, cloppety, the clattering hoofs of law's horse echoed directly behind him. Finally, nearing 12th street, he gave up the race, throttled down from 60, turned the corner and stopped to await this unusually agile and unbeatable policeman. The horse's hoofs stopped too, but nothing else happened. Ed turned 14 TWQ CHICAGOAN around in his seat to solve the mystery. There was the panting and foaming steed. But no policeman. Ed got out to analyze the situation. He found the horse's reins tied to his rear bumper. The thoughtful officer, who had tied his mount to the improp erly parked automobile, was thoroughly missing. With a benevolent smile, Ed untied the reins and walked the weary steed back north on the boulevard for sev eral blocks, until he finally met the cop running up with a worried look on his perspiring brow. "Is this your horse, officer?" asked Ed politely. "He seemed to be run ning away, so I caught him, hoping I would find his owner." And courteously passing the reins to the perplexed, policeman, Ed walked leisurely south again to 12th street, turned the corner, climbed into his car and drove pleasantly away. Samson IT WAS this same humorist, con tinues Mr. Hardy, who has the habit, during the theater season, of waiting till 8:30 P. M. before he buys his tickets, knowing you can oftener do better then than a day or two earlier because of last minute cancellations. On such a night, "You're lucky," said the box office man at a show which was quite a hit. "Here are two tickets which the reserver has just phoned in he cannot use." "Fine," said Ed. "Hold on," said the theater man ager, who was standing behind the box office man. "You can't have those tickets." "But the reservation was cancelled," said the box office man. "I don't care whether it was or not," said the manager very determinedly. "He can't have them." "See here," said Ed to the manager, "I am going to have those tickets, and if I do not get them peaceably I will break down this window grating and climb in and take them from you." And he reached up a playful pair of hands and shook the grating. To his surprise, it came out in his hands. "Here's your tickets, Mister," said the manager, turning very pale. Which was quite a relief to Ed, says Guy, as he is quite a large gentleman and had ho idea whatever how he was going to climb through the little ticket window after his unexpected success with the grillework. Perils of Journalism ANOTHER surprised humorist was i the new Times columnist on one of his first days at the job. A careless copy-boy lost Coughlin's whole column for the next day, resulting in the col umnist having to write a new one, as he had forgotten what he had written in the lost copy. "No, I never quite had that happen to me," sympathized Riq. "Although once my copy jammed up the pneu matic tube to the composing room, and they had to take the tube apart to get it." "I might," said Mr. Coughlin re gretfully, "have taken my copy-boy apart." Babes in the Englewoods THAT popular newspaper serial* the Bamberger-Watkins baby mix- up story, followed the usual conven tion; as in the Mark Twain novel and all the old line operettas, it was two boy babies who were said to be switched. Can you recall any case, whether in fiction or fact, where any such fuss was made about girl babies? Wc are trying hard to imagine what would happen if two recent fathers got together and discovered the adhe sive tapes read wrong. MR. WAMPOLIS.— See here, the tag on my baby says "Shrim- ple." MR. SHR1MPLE— That's fun ny. Mine is tagged "Wampolis." MR. WAMPOLIS.— Is yours a girl? MR. SHRIMPLE.— Yes. I see yours is a girl, too. MR. WAMPOLIS— Oh well. A keenly critical devotee blazes indig nantly at the unwonted intrusion of artist with sketch pad in hand A less critical and no doubt hap pier regular dozes in serene in difference A Bohemian esthete re~ joices in proving himself TUE CHICAGOAN 15 I guess it was Take-a-Chance Week at the hospital. MR. SHRIMPLE.— I got my wife back, anyway. MR. WAMPOLIS.— So did I, I think. [They shake hands cordially.] At that, Dr. Kegel's idea of brand ing the newborns with cattle marks, tanned into the skin by an ultraviolet- ray machine, offers a new note in fic tion possibilities. We have read a few cowboy stories, and know all about this. You brand your stock with a Lazy A and the rustlers change it to a Bar Q. The baby is then called a maverick. If Dr. Kegel's idea goes through, we shall start a new magazine immediately. True Maveric\ Baby Tales. Our Notable Contemporaries THANK goodness, Ashton Stevens is back from his two months' vaca tion; while he was gone, his paper tried to fill in the loss to civilization with another column, one by Calvin Coo- lidge, but we never felt this was quite the same. No pictures. Not even one of the Columnist in one of his char acteristic poses — the one in the over size yachting cap, the one in the Indian chicken feathers, the one in the Mam moth Cave cowboy hat. Columnist Coolidge, according to Brisbane, gets twice the salary of a president; according to Variety, we hear he gets $2 a word up to 200 words a day, the cautious author only going over the 200 word mark twice. Our new colleague is also smart, we think, in deciding not to write his stuff in dialect like Chic Sale. His column, however, is not yet quite professional. No occasional sly mentions of Mrs. Coolidge, or the name of his life in surance company, no whimsical anec dotes of his pet dog. Let yourself go, Cal. All a colum nist needs is confidence. Have faith in your powers to amuse, colleague, and success is yours. Crime Wave Hits Cliff Dwellers ADJOURNING a spirited discus sion of Chicago crime over a Cliff Dwellers lunch table at two o'clock of a recent afternoon, a Mr. Guy Hardy, a Mr. Arthur Aldis and a Mr. Riq strolled down the lofty staircase to the purser's desk to pay their checks — to find the cashier staring regretfully at a copy of the Chicago Evening Post. A dark gent, he explained, had just entered the sacred precincts of the club, carrying this noble journal in his hand. He had then taken a revolver out of the paper, demanded and received $40 (the contents of the Cliff Dwellers' till at the moment) and vanished with his booty, leaving the Post behind him —as a gesture, we take it, toward the Lingle investigation. zAdd Pranks of the Local Press THE REPORTERS who spent two hilarious, for them, days throwing $50 worth of cannon crackers into the resounding court of the City Hall- County Building; by the time outraged bailiffs would climb to the eleventh story window from which the last hor rid explosion had been hurled, the humorists would be tossing another playful interruption from the fifth floor, and so on . . . The journalist who carefully laid a long trail of flash light powder from the press room in the same building to the coroner's of fice, and his happiness when its sizzling flames were mistaken for a Bolshevist bomb . . . The local newspaper pub lisher who saw a caller enter his new building on a rainy day, and made the much surprised visitor go out again and rub his shoes on the mat so he would not track up the lobby floor . . . Hail to the Chief IT WAS the day of Admiral Byrd's visit to Chicago, and a much per plexed bystander found himself unable THEATRON HAY KAROGKIOSKAYS Perhaps the only Greek Shadow Theater in America shuns fame on Hoisted a few doors above Polk, wherefore Philip Ncsbitt sketches only the lay characters, leaving to the anonomity of their shadow roles the professional cast The director of the Sha dow Theater delivers, with great impressive- ness and meticulous de tail, an announcement of impending delights Claude, the waiter, inhales the sweet odor of some rare Greek cheese The proprietor and his good wife applaud, with becoming modesty, the efforts of their unseen mimes to please 16 TI4E CHICAGOAN to cross the Loop street because of the cheering and expectant crowds. With great difficulty he elbowed his way to a policeman, reports D. E. Hobelman, and asked what in the world all this parade was for. The cop looked him up and down with great disgust. "Aw, it's Al Capone comin' home," said the bored policeman. In Praise of Tree Sitting THIS department cannot join in the condemnation of tree sitting as a pastime for vacationing children. As suming, that is, that the children really climb trees and stay there, which we rather doubt. What probably hap pens is that the child goes out of the house, climbs a tree, climbs down the tree, comes in the house and asks for a piece of candy. It then goes out again (slamming the door), climbs the tree, comes down and in again, asking for a drink of lemonade, slams the door again, and so on every fifteen minutes indefinitely. There is something about going in and out of a door that fasci nates the immature mind. If they have to ring a doorbell to get in, as in the front entries of the modern apartment building, so much the better. In this case they go out of the back door, which is left open, but invariably come in the front door, so they can ring the bell. When, as usual, there is more than one child in a family an added zest is given to this game by the children demanding entrance in series instead of in parallel. This keeps the doorbell ringing oftener; in fact, almost con tinuously. While Mr. Riq's children have not joined in tree sitting contests, this de voted parent got a slight break lately, for three days. The management com mittee of our cooperative installed a device by which entry doors in the front vestibules could be made to stay open, the idea being to aid mothers in getting their baby carriages in and out. Mother was instructed in a form letter to uncheck the door as soon as she had wheeled baby through. Except during such transit, explained the form letter, the front doors must remain locked, to keep out burglars and maga zine salesmen working their way through college. This was the blueberries. Children could now fasten the entry doors open and leave them that way, running in and out every three minutes as usual but allowing their overworked parents relief from buzzer pushing. Unfor tunately, the management committee found this out almost immediately, and form letter number two came around. If the children left the doors open the patent checks would be removed by the janitor. We will let you guess the effect this warning had on the children. So the janitor took off the device, and each comma in this item marks the necessity of our getting up to push the buzzer. Comma — fcS3 T"he Judgment of Roumania ALONG with Miss France, Miss Germany, Miss Russia and a few more girlish European advertisements sailing to one of those beauty contests at Galveston, are two Miss Roumanias : that precarious country having been un able to make up its mind which of the two to choose; or perhaps King Carol had a choice but decided for once in his life to be diplomatic. Ordinarily Carol has proven his ability to choose be tween two, or even three or more beau ties, his solution being ordinarily to pick whichever one is not out of the room. If we were ever to stage one of these international beauty contests, the first thing we would do would be to secure the services of King Carol for judge. This would ensure the contest for that year ending in a decided daze, the daze being the one thing in the whole con test that was decided. These beauty contests need exposing anyhow. How can they pick out a Miss Universe when some of the coun tries are unrepresented? Where is Miss Little America, and Miss Marie Byrd Land; for that matter, why do they always bar Mother India? We want to see Mother India in a bathing suit. Not habitually, but just once, for the experience. Our Clamorous Public ""yHE public," noted a recent 1 Herald and Examiner, ". . continues to clamor for an answer We ran to the window to hear the clamor of the public, but all we could hear was several radios. This is too bad, as the clamor of a public to its mate [the Herald and Examiner"] ought to be worth going miles to hear. A good, hearty clamor [clamor is from the Latin, meaning "Oh, for crying out loud"] is an overwhelming, almost saddening thing. A small, but speci men clamor may be obtained by drop ping a clam into boiling water. We were a public clamor once, on the stage, in Blue Island. Appearing as the leader of a mob in a native melo drama, we were instructed to stick our head close to the wings from backstage and cry, "Walla walla walla walla" in a high, choking wail. There were no radios, however, in those days to out-walla the clamor of the public. \jn Note Book THE Iowa lady who complained to Joseph Hagans, editor of Popular Homecraft, the build-it-yourself maga zine, that she'd subscribed to it for her young nephew and in the same mail received a somewhat similarly named magazine dealing with sex prob lems . . . Idea for a detective novel: man is killed with a .22 bullet. The murderer is caught, but his gun is a .45. Detective finally proves the sus pect made his own ammunition, load ing a .45 cartridge with a .22 bullet and extra powder to fill . . . Harry Brundidge, St. Louis' recent gift to Chicago journalism, will have a fall book. But it's only movie star dis closures . . . The elderly lady at the Greek lunch counter, perched on a stool between two steel workers and inspecting the purple menu with a jewelled lorgnette . . . McKinlay Kantor, whose Diversey created that consternation some time back, has sold a story to Liberty and moved back to Chicago on it from Iowa . . . One of our most noted law yers, deciding women were too ex pensive, has taken up contract bridge at five and ten cents a point. He laughingly claims he's $5,000 loser at it this year, but ahead at that . . . "Ever since a certain weekend when whisk brooms were served for shredded wheat, I have been crazy about the Dunes. I think one would have to be. Crazy, I mean," writes Mary Rose Himler as an inducement to read Rob ert J. Casey's latest thriller, The Secret of the Bungalow . . . Which is an en tertainingly hard-boiled Chicago yarn . . . Bill Hay of WMAQ is more vexed than ever over the false reports, circulated in several radio journals last winter, that he gets a 30 per cent cut in Amos-with-Andy's millions. Wash ington just wanted to know why Bill [turn to page 33] THE CHICAGOAN 17 DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS HENRY FIELD: Who came all the way from London to be Assistant Curator of the Field Museum; his tenacity and love of adventure reflect the spirit of his grand- uncle, Marshall Field; he has withstood sandstorms and sharpshooting in the Syrian desert to discover prehistoric somethings among the Bedouins; he has trekked the remote places in Europe antf" Asia, an in ternationally recognized anthropologist and archaeologist; has suffered genuine hardships in the interests of science, has published numerous brochures on his expeditions. BERTHA OTT: Who worked for eighteen years under the tutelage of F. Neuman Wight and emerged a thorough executive and gifted impressario; she might have thrown all to the winds but for a timely hint from Fritz Kreisler; she has exploited artists of the first magnitude in the concert halls on Michigan Boulevard and at Civic Opera; her work behind the scenes has of ten been forgotten in the deafening ap plause of the presentation out front, but her ability has been a guarantee of more than social success with all she undertakes. A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK BENJAMIN H. MARSHALL : One of the Town's leading architects; designer of the Burlington Building, Edgewater Beach Hotel, the Blackstone Theater, the Post and Paddock Club; his magnificent atelier in Wilmeite has been a stopping place for artists whom the world remembers; a pio neer in apartment building and his many suggestions for relief of cliff-d welling have enjoyed the happy feature of being prac tical; a speed-boat commuter on Chicago waterways where work and a waiting world find him on time; a dynamic personality whose happy ..advent at the better clubs that range the Town is somewhat of an occasion. JOHN T. McCUTCHEON: One of the prouder boasts, along with George Ade, of old Purdue; his own limelight undimmed by his literary brothers, George Barr and Ben Frederick; teller of vivid yarns from his journeys on the seven seas and five con tinents; a cartoonist with more, fan mail than anv other; his talents in arts and letters have stirred murmurs around the world these thirty years or more; a world rover and meticulous translator of human impressions who looks the part. MARY M. BARTELME: Judge of the Girls' Division of the Juvenile Court; the first woman in the land to be honored with the judicial toga; unassuming and per suasive in a work where prudence must be the proximate virtue; she has met various crises in her public welfare work with equanimity and brilliant daring; thousands of women sing praise to her name; still un tainted by her tangence to the stark tragedies of the poor and unfortunate; helping thou sands of citizens to honesty and better lives, though her gentleness has never been mis taken for leniency. THE CHICAGOAN BOARD o) These photographs of Messrs. modern Temple to Ceres caught k em lens reveal, in good old'fafo room bulletin stands across the st trenchments about the 'change floor a lofty recess of the main foyer a of the mighty— precisely, the dvM "Photography" says Mr. Ha*w so-called truth but a facile' medium and fantasy . . . we can emphasis nant thing." It will be noted thtf* in the pictures. THE CHICAGOAN f TRADE Holabird and Root's incredibily y Victor Havemans no less mod' oned cloc\wise sequence: Mush k\ traders room, telephonic erv > the big pit of turbulent tradition, id, in austere grandeur, the seats ¦tors room. wn, "is not only a record of the by which to express imagination the reflection of the more domv no stoc\ tic\ers or statues appear 20 TMCCMICAGOAN Theme drawing of Common Clay, reviewed at some length and with remarks on the otfosite {>age. THE CHICAGOAN 21 The Cinema A Review of a Review of "Common Clay" THE gifted Sandor has reviewed Common Clay so thoroughly in his multiple exposure on page 20 that I feel no call to detail at length its varied merits, charms and fascinations. When the editors have indicated that it is the kind of photoplay that deserves a full-page drawing in The Chica goan by an artist of Sandor's distinc tion, a mere worker with words has little of point to add. He resorts, in such a case, to a review of the drawing, as follows: The Sandor conception of Common Clay is an extremely well rounded pro duction. The artist has combined in one picture all the important elements of a drama that Jane Cowl unfolded in four acts (wasn't it?) and Constance Bennett reveals in eight or nine. The somewhat blase young woman slightly to the right of center is Miss Bennett of course, here shown as the maid who has been a night club hostess. She is looking directly at a picture of herself as the night club hostess who has be come a maid, and right there you have the plot by the tale. To the left of the dancing figure is seen Mr. Lewis Ayres, of Ail Quiet on the Western Front, who looks very much like the very likely-looking dirty dog he is in the play (they rinse his morals in the last reel) and still quite a lot like Lewis Ayres. Above at left the charming Beryl Mercer is holding the baby (and I must criticize the art' ist's modeling of this infant, who surely would have had something to say about it all if come to this round-eyed age) that all the suing was for. The third face east of Mme. Mercer's is that of Tully Marshall, very good as the not very good lawyer who did the suing, and the gentleman below is the dirty dog's father and no gentleman. In cidental characters at bottom and else where are equally incidental in the pic ture, the story and plot and theme and substance of which you now have ac quired without effort on your part or mine. (Shall we make this Sandor pic turization a permanent feature?) Yet I find there are a few things to add to Sandor's review. He does not say that Miss Bennett gives a perform- By WILLIAM R. WEAVER ance of which her illustrious and blustrous father may be something more than proud. He could not say, of course, that Mr. Ayres turns out to be a genuine actor and no mere accident of casting. And he doesn't tell you, perhaps because he hasn't lived so long as you and I, that these new pictures of old plays make us feel un comfortably aged. I'm afraid to look up the record to find out when I saw Miss Cowl in this thing, but it's long enough ago that I couldn't remember the speeches and cannot say, even now, what departures have been taken from the original. In fact I am inclined to believe there were none, and if this be true then Heaven knows we should be satisfied to have lived until this day. Now let's see what else there is . . . "Let Us Be Gay" ALL this is becoming very confusing. k Only yesterday Mr. Boyden was reviewing this for playgoers and here am I about to do precisely the same thing. The play is the same, and so, nowadays, are the playgoers. Mr. Boy- den's job and mine are rapidly becom ing one, and I am beginning to wonder which one! (Your pardon if my mind seems not to be on what follows.) Let Us Be Cay is on film about what it was on the stage. It gives Norma Shearer Rachel Crothers' highly speak- able lines to speak and these are what Miss Shearer needs more than any other thing. It becomes, then, this talented young woman's second best picture, The Last of Mrs. Cheyney remaining her best by a margin of one bon mot and a leading man. Rod LaRocque is the theoretically principal male in Let Us Be Gay and how can we? But don't let Mr. LaRocque keep you away from the picture. They've con siderately curtailed his part in it and, quite as considerately, they've given Marie Dressier an extra measure. They've put it all up very handsomely and it affords some seventy minutes of wholly enjoyable relaxation. Its tre mendous popularity with the proletariat shouldn't be misinterpreted; them thar hoi polloi are gettin' smart on the talkies. "Jor the Defense" IN common with Let Us Be Gay, Common Clay and other worth while pictures, For the Defense should be seen from the beginning or not at all. It contains, as you know, genuine plot material. It gives William Powell the second best role he has had (he will probably never find another "Natural" Davis) and Mr. Powell gives it his best. Kay Francis is an excellent co-star and the cast is generally high grade. But the plot is essentially a surprise-ending affair and to witness the picture both ways from the middle, in the old movie manner, is to waste the time. Mr. Powell's advance to the fore ground of screen importance is one of the illuminating events of the film's swift ascent. No doubt as competent in the silent years, he appeared in the background of others' glory, usually as a type, always as the fellow the he- man hero eventually threw out a win dow, off a cliff, or through the side of a house. Nowadays the he-man heroes who socked Mr. Powell so heartily and profitably have vanished from even the background. It's a good thing for to day's entertainment and tomorrow's that they didn't break Powell's neck before he got a word to the public. "Heirs Island" IT seems to me that we've had about enough of this pals-until-gals-do-us- part stuff. It began with What Price Glory and continued until it all but exterminated Edmund Lowe and Vic tor McLaglen. It was taken up by Ralph Graves and Jack Holt in Sub marine and here it is again, with these gentlemen as soldiers of the French Foreign Legion, in HelYs Island. This time the gal is Raquel Torres but the gag is the same. Surely somebody knows another plot. Aside from being precisely like all the others of its breed, Hell's Island is a fair sort of picture. Some of the desert scenes in it are extremely pleas ant to come upon in these days of in door drama, and a good bit of care is exercised in getting its points across. And good actors are employed through out. But why? 22 TUQ CHICAGOAN Full Size! That means shirt comfort in hot weather! Our white broad' cloths are all that. Plenty chest and arm room, with longer tails for longer sleeve lengths. No short cuts in cut' ting- No skimping in mak' ing— Naturally, the shirts are accurately sized, and there's no diminu' tion of the wearer's pleasure. Sleeves, 31 to 37 — Necks, 13l/2 to 20— $3, with or without collars attached. Neckwear? Plenty of it! Rogers Peet Clothing Hats • Shoes - Furnishings Anderson & Brothers Michigan Blvd. at Washington Chicago "The Sea Bat" THE fortnightly South Sea Island picture turned out to be 'The Sea Bat, which has to do with a species of ray big enough to tip over a boat or kill a man or scare the natives into the next longitude. It does all these things in the picture and thereby disturbs the affairs of Mr. Charles Bickford, who has escaped from Devil's Island (as distinguished from Hell's Island men tioned above; these things arc running together) and assumed ministerial garb for disguise (a la Killer Burke). There's a girl of course (and just now it strikes me that possibly this, and not Hell's Island, is the one that Raqucl Torres is in) and that makes it more difficult. The sea bat really hasn't much to do with it, save to provide a title and do away with a few minor villains (maybe they had the props left over when they finished The Sea Beast) : The major villain is left, however, to fight it out with the hero, who of course is a villain in disguise, and when the last blow has been struck the hero villain decides to go back to prison and serve his term. I wonder why none of these escaped convicts ever go back to jail in the first reel and save themselves all that trouble. "He Knew Women" LOWELL SHERMAN is the he rc- * ferred to in the title of He Knew Women and the picture leads one to suspect that he did, or does, as the case may be. In fact, there is more or less material of record to substantiate this suspicion. At any rate, he is a very knowing gentleman in He Knew Women, and when picture producers permit Mr. Sherman to give his im pression of how a man about town or of the world or among women ought to act, amusement is achieved. I don't quite understand how this picture got into the smaller cinemas without my seeing it. If it played the larger houses first, I must have been looking the other way, and I don't. If it didn't play the larger houses, some one else must have been. At any rate, it's a picture worth looking up when it comes to your neighborhood. (NOTE: Concise and more or less emphatic advices as to other cur rent cinema attractions is published on page 2.) The Stage Theatrical Credo By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN THAT stage dcx>rs are infested by dudes wearing toppers and carry ing large boxes of flowers. That Fred Stone and George Cohan arc supporting half the has-beens on Broadway. That stars arc afraid to succumb to illness for fear their understudies will steal the show. ir< That English actors are much more gentlemanly than their American pro totypes. \*\ That ardent stage-lovers loathe each other off -stage. is* That Paganinni, Disraeli and Alex ander Hamilton all looked exactly like George Arliss. That dramatic critics get very bored going to the theater. That all leading men over thirty-five wear toupees. \jr\ That most of the gcx>d comics got their start on the burlesque circuits. That a play opening successfully in Chicago has no chance on Broadway. \jr\ That chorus girls usually end brief careers of dissipation by becoming scrub- women. That the Marx Brothers, Eddie Can tor and Ed Wynn are so funny that their supporting casts can be safely left in New York when their shows are brought to Chicago. \*\ That it is safe for any daughter to take her mother to a comedy at the Cort theater. \s\ That Richard Bennett froths at the mouth on the mention of Ashton Stevens and Charles Collins. IS1 That any drama dealing with the Irish peasantry or the poor white trash TWC CHICAGOAN 23 of South Carolina must be hot stuff. That every amateur community group boasts an actor who would be on Broadway if he could afford to for sake the brokerage or grocery business. un That all negroes are natural actors. That any unknown playwright who submits a drama to a big manager will have his ideas pilfered, plagarized and cabbaged. That George Bernard Shaw is the wittiest writer on either side of the Atlantic. vn That George Jean Nathan is our best critic because he knows the names of so many German dramatists. That it is screamingly funny to sec two comedians slap each other in cres cendo. That stars always act upstage and insist that any line upon which an- other.actor gets a laugh must be cut. That the talkies are rapidly putting the legit out of business. That the Shuberts are low-brows and the Theater Guild the last word in in tellectual uplift. ur\ That Britishers stationed in the trop ics inevitably suffer a weakening of moral fibre and succumb to dusky babies clothed in strings of beads. That Alfred Lunt and Lynnc Fon taine are the only happily married couple on the stage. That Jeanne Eagels was as bad as she is painted by Liberty. That all actors wear pleated pants and double breasted dinner jackets. vn That any play in which a woman character demands the right to sexual promiscuity must be strong material. 1*4 That male drinking choruses in op erettas are exclusively composed of he- men. IT* That the best looking chorus girls never leave New York. Good tstmte marks Colby Furnishings THIS distinguished interior reflects the sound design and correct style characteristic of Colby furnishing and decoration. \\^e cordially invite you to visit the displays here, -which make up a notable exposition of the test current trends. JOHW A. COLBY & SOi§ Interior Decorators Since 1866 129 NORTH WABASH AVENUE THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play) - (Second Choice) - - (Number of seats) _ — (Date) (Second choice of date) (Name) — - - - - (Address)— „ — — - (Tel No.) - - (Enclosed) $.. TUt CHICAGOAN 0t»f HEAVEN^ cccc £LLL Announcing the arrival of Advance Paris Fashions in FURS FUR TMMMED COATS For Dress, Street, Travel and Sports Wear Prices are appreciably lower during the month of August CHICAGO . . . Modes for Immediate Wear or Custom Tailored 545 Michigan Ave., North Shops About Town The Furs of a Summer Day By THE CHICAGOENNE MAYBE August to you is just a month for idling on the terrace with a long tinkling drink at elbow. A month for dips in the pool after the nineteenth hole. A month for tennis and slapping about the deck of a skim ming yacht in cool gob trousers. That's the month it should be. But to the downtrodden tribe of fashion writers it is the month for first murmurings of fall hats and fabrics and lines and, pre eminently, the season for fur coats — of all things. I don't know who picked August but the idea has spread like smallpox, and thus you find me snarl ing my way through furry displays as the thermometer climbs and the air is heavy on my panting lungs. Yet, if you are wise it will find you too seizing at least a day for a little fur investigation of your own, no matter what the temperature. For the coats this year are not only lovely in skin and beautiful in design but pleasing to look upon, yea verily, even to the price tag. After all, the drop in International Nickel doesn't seem quite so calamitous when we can pounce upon a svelte caracul that would have been eighteen hundred or so last year, while in this apres deluge fall it has the thousand knocked off. Depression has its points. One of the outstanding events in the current season is the appearance of one of the country's finest furriers upon the local scene. The noteworthy Jaeckel furs will be in town from now on, at the new Blackstone Shop, and the pre liminary fanfare this week was enough to make me unhappy for twenty-four hours. There were exactly three coats that made me feel I couldn't get along without them, and when you lose the detached viewpoint in this thing it be comes a saddish game. There was, for one thing, the white ermine evening wrap collared in white fox; the delight ful straight knee-length coat of white broadtail (let's settle this right now - some say breitschwantz but broadtail flows more smoothly off this type writer). This coat was flatly collarlcss and uniquely cut in a sort of panel ef fect in front and belted in wide black leather — a lovely casual garment not too bulky even for Indian summer. The smartest in all the showing, I thought, was a suit with the skirt of honeycolor tweed and the three-quarter coat in leopard, fitted slimly at the waist and flaring a bit below the hips. Red fox made the collar and extended all the way down the front and around the bottom of the coat. Mildly Victorian in effect and chic as the dickens. THE trend, of courc, is similar in all the fashionable salons. Black cara cul is the reigning favorite with broad tail running almost neck and neck with it in the costlier groups. These are either collared in self fur or in very fine silver fox. Ermine is the classic for evening wear but even in this field a luscious creamy broadtail or white cara cul occasionally lifts its head. Lapin is still a pet in the sports coat, but kid is gaining on it and I saw some engaging coats in leopard, in panther, in ermine and fitch pieces and other unusual fab rics. There are so many new sports furs that I see no remaining excuse for the purchase of a single raccoon this season. As to style, the furriers have gotten over last year's mild hysteria, together with the rest of the fashion world. They are surer of their ground and indulge in no superfluous fol-de-rols. With the short supple furs in such high favor the coats can be fitted as suavely as a chif fon dress, and so they are, but never too extremely. The semi-fitted line is the favorite and a lovely long slender one it is, snvxithly molded at the waist and falling in a full natural flare that is very distinguished and not so merry- widowish as the exaggerated princesse line. Almost without exception the hemline has straightened out, though a few very smart coats have a slight dip in back. Sleeves are important with hardly any of them cuffed in the big fluffy furs of yore. Most of them are finished in the same fur as the coat with large pointed cuffs or dashing mous- quctaire style or, most charming of all, a large puff faintly reminiscent of the leg-of-mutton sleeve. G>llars are many types. Unless they are of silver fox they too are usually of the coat fur or some similar close-cut TI4E CHICAGOAN 25 fur and the becoming large Jenny style, shawl, or modified cape collar. And there are a number of dashing scarf ef fects. Give a look too at the bolero backs on some of the interesting coats about town. The bolero line promises to be as high a fashion as ever and it is the kindest, slenderizing medium that plump hips and tummies ever saw. Belts, especially on street and sports coats, are decidedly in. Lengths vary for varying occasions just as dresses do. The sport and street coats are four or five inches below the knee, the more formal afternoon models are a bit longer, and the most popular length for evening is either fingertip or knee length with the extremely short jackets gradually passing away from overwork. Some of the newest after noon and evening coats are the three- quarter length, which is wonderfully graceful with long dresses. AT Field's you can find almost every new note under the sun exquisite ly introduced. They have some won derful black caraculs — my particular choices being one with luxurious silver fox collar and little capelets over the arms, another with the silver fox and the bolero treatment in back, and a third very youthful-seeming caracu fitted more closely and flaring perkily in the fashion that only slim young things can affect. This too with the silver fox collar. And for the long Peggy Joyce type there is a magnificent broadtail fitted in the slinkiest melting lines you ever saw with the very new leg of mutton-like sleeves. The season's short coats when they appear fascinate me more than anything else. One at Field's would be perfect with a tweed skirt for street wear and velvet for afternoons. In beige Orien tal ermine it is bloused at the waist with a peplum extending below the hips to produce a slim graceful line. The collar flies loose in scarf effect or may be tied smartly at the neck. Another short style is a knee-length white ermine for evening, collared in silver fox, with the puffed 1-of-m sleeves. You must, by all means, see Field's white caracul evening wrap which has a delicate eggshell shimmer, is bloused a bit just at the difficult point below the waist and adds a stunning cape col lar to decrease the appearance of hip girth still more. Then the wide skirt flares wonderfully and is hemmed in silver fox. The other wrap which is sure to garner a harvest of gasps wher- 0 The prestise of MILGRIM style is further enhanced by the new motifs and the distinc tive lines which are strikingly evidenced in the New Furs for the coming season. The semi-fitting coat with the pronounced are, large collar and cuffs, are just a few of the radical changes in the newfursdesignedby "America's Foremost Fashion Creator' Our staff of designers is fully equipped to re-create your furs to the new silhouette. 600 Michigan Boulevard • South MILG^M 26 "He dined well and was content The luxury of living expressed by that simple phrase is famil iar to the many Chicagoans who have made a habit of Maillard's. Music at dinner. Luncheon $122 Dinner *1*2 IN THE STRAUS BUILDING MICHIGAN AT JACKSON "where Chicago dines her Guests" ever it appears is Vionnet's marvelous white ermine achievement. From the knees in front it drops to a long V in back that just about touches the hem of the new evening gowns and creates an absolutely regal effect. The large col lar slants too, and ends in a V off the left shoulder. Evolved as this is of the most lustrous ermine I ever did see with the skins slanting diagonally in one di rection to the waist and in the other from there to the hem it is nothing less than a smash. By the time this appears it will probably be in Field's window and wise the plutocrat who snatches it for his loved one. Field's show the most varied and in teresting selection of sport coats I saw anywhere. Lapin is sheared a little closer this year than last and looks more attractive therefore. One of the cleverest designs in this fur was a beige lined in brown wool which extended to form a narrow band of piping down the front and on the sleeves. This had the flattering Vionnet collar ending in a V over one shoulder and in a long scarf on the other. They have kid coats ga lore and for sports, streets, and college wear they are ideal. All these sports styles are the perfect thing for girls to tote off to school for a swagger winter. A kid in biscuit shade has bands of dark brown on the sleeves and a belt of dark brown, and another dark brown kid has the most versatile collar. All the way open it forms a little cape, half way up it's a shawl collar and all the way shut it is a perky stand-up collar buttoned so snugly that not the tiniest errant wind can get in. The gayest deb coat of all is in sheared panther, a beautiful tawny shade, with a youthful cape collar. The brightest note in it is the lining of cran berry red wool and the narrow double belt of the same red. This type of coat, by the way, is not fitted at the waist but straight- line to get the correct sports manlike swagger. There were scads of others — a fitch lined with green wool, one of ermine tails, white all flecked with the little brown tails almost like a tweed fabric, and many others but I must be on my way. Though I must not forget to tell you abt>ut* the giddy little lapin cocktail jackets and capclcts which are the rage in Europe now. Field's have them and the dizzy feature is their color — they arc dyed bright green, red, purple, canary yellow, all the colors a cocktail hound could ever hope to see. Very amusing and inex pensive enough so that it is easy to in- I dulge in the fad. N4E CHICAGOAN A LOPE down to Milgrim's is de cidedly worth while if you are seeking distinction in your fur coat. The very unusual pieces here are the new fur suits, smart affairs with both coat and skirt of fine supple furs. One in black caracul has a slinky fitted coat ending in a gay little ruffle which is re peated on the hem of the skirt and a black and white satin blouse; a brown mole suit has a three-quarter length coat; a lapin is a lovely harmony in golden beiges with a contrasting note introduced in the scarf collar by way of leopard spots. Another very new Milgrim fashion are the separate three-quarter length coats which promise to be one of the outstanding fur fashions of the winter. With aftcrmxm dresses or in lighter furs with evening dresses they are the most graceful solution of the what-to- wcar-with-long-dresses problem that has yet been evolved. There is a suavely fitted black galyak with black fox around the hem, puffed sleeves, no col lar but a flat bow on the back. This design in a rich gold canary galyak is also exquisite for evening wear. An other leopard coat of this type has a red fox collar, and a lapin has the collar of a soft honey galyak which blends beautifully with the beige of the lapin. They have some exquisite long black caraculs, of course, flaring slightly at the hem with a deep narrow cape pro ducing almost a bolero effect in effect. One coat here is just what some tall queenly grande dame should acquire. It is long and slender and the fur is among the loveliest extant — broadtail in its natural shade -a deep shining black with ripples of silvery gray flowing all through it. A coat the Czarina might proudly have worn. Several new notes are developed in the Stevens fur showing. A gorgeous ermine coat wi.th a perfectly immense collar has graceful bell sleeves and the new diagonal matching of skins; a belt ed kid coat has the bolero back and an unusual collar giving somewhat the ef fect of the double brim on hats; a leop ard blends beautifully with its luscious beaver collar and cuffs; and a fingertip length lapin wrap has Lanvin's new sleeves, narrow at the cuffs widening out to a deep pouch at the elbows some thing like a Japanese kimono. This has a small roll collar and is altogether dif ferent in every detail. In Persian lamb, which is one of the distinguished furs this year and which won't be a Ford, I saw a very attractive coat at Carson's, fitted graciously and CWICAGOAN 27 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. CHICAGOBEACH SSSS!sHOTEL' HYDE PARK BLVD. on the La\t CHICAGO, ILL. with the quaint 1-of-m sleeve which is particularly good in this fur. Fried man's and David Adlcr have some good looking coats in this too. A brown caracul at Friedman's with the bolero back is unusually curly and has much of the charm of Persian lamb which has attracted me ever since I as a little girl envied the mammas of the day who were so excruciatingly smart with their little lamb muffs. This fur always has such a Russian air about it and any thing Russian in fur is sure to be excit ing and elegant. ONE of the new sports furs which Friedman is sponsoring is moire pony cither in the natural shade or dyed in soft tones of beige, brown or deep gray. The undyed has a sheen and tone something like silver fox and is by far the most attractive. These all have gcx)d-looking wool linings and look very football-y. Many people have a penchant for having their coats made at the small shops which have been catering to an individual clientele for years and have gone along quietly turning out some of the most distinguished coats about town. Among these is the C. Hcnning shop on north State and Martin Tausz at 180 N. Michigan. Both of them are well-known furriers and their patrons swear by them. Martin Tausz makes stunning evening wraps to order and has a deft hand with the ubiquitous caracul. Some of those he has already finished are wonderfully fashioned to flow smoothly in at the waist and flar ing full from the waist. One in black caracul has a magnificent silver fox col lar and another has a caracul collar, both just a wee bit longer in back but with none of the exaggerated sweep of last year. Either one of these furriers or Marchands will do well by you and —well, I've done rather well, too, to get around to so many hot places in such stifling weather and it won't do any good to talk any more because the edi tors will probably slash out half of what I've written anyway. Smart Riding Apparel For ladies and gentlemen, tailored to measure. Correct, imart styles at attractive pricea. 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 The food is fine- yes— excellent and when you top it off with a few glasses of the famous Chippewa Water, "the Purest and Softest Spring Water in the World" you are certain you have enjoyed a meal perfect in every detail. JACQUES French Restaurant in the Briar 540 BRIAR PLACE Lakeview 1223 and the 180 E. Delaware Restaurant Delaware 3775 (both under the management of Jacques Fumgally) serve CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Exclusively THE PERFECT DRINKING WATER For service or information Phone Roosevelt 2920 Chippewa Spring Water Co. 1318 S. Canal St. 28 TWtCWICAGOAN Circling the entire globe, with Canadian Pacific, is as easy and comfortable as a trip at home! Think of Christmas in the Holv Land . . . New Year's Eve in vivid Cairo . . . India in cool January — every keyplace on the globe visited at the most interesting time! Empress of Australia from New York. Dec. 2. MEDITERRANEAN 73 days of mid- winter turned into as many days of golden sunshine, blue Mediterranean skies, brilliant spring flowers of the Old World. 18 days in Holy Lands and Egypt, delightfully long visits ashore at Algid. Athens, Venice and other fascinating places. Empress of France from New York, Feb. 3. „ ,, . E. A. KENNEY Booklets and rates steamship General Agent from your local 71 E. Jackson Blvd. agent or Chicago. III. 8 Telephone Wabash 1904 Canadian farific WORLD'S GREATEST TRAVEL SYSTEM Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Cheques — Good the World Over Dempster Road, Morton Grove, HI. Coon- Sanders Original Night Hawks Broadcast Nightly Over WIBO EARL RICKARD Master of Ceremonies JEAN LA MARR Prima Donna MARQUE AND MARQUETTE International Dancing Favorites LILLIAN SHADE Syncopated Songstress Cover Charge Per Person Week Days, 50c; Sat., Sun., Holidays, £l Reservations Phone Morton Grove 1717 Sam Hare, Mgr. Couthoui for tickets Go Chicago SagebrusherSy Dudes and Rangers By LUCIA LEWIS IT is disconcerting to spend honest effort gathering material and experi ence for a story calculated to send you rushing for road maps and ticket offices, only to find that two other fellows have done an infinitely superior job that puts my meager contribution way in the shade. But, having swallowed the industrial management doctrine of sav ing motions and cutting down duplica tion (an awfully good idea during mid dle west heat waves) far be it from me to hog the limelight and emulate my betters. So my contemplated article on travel in the national parks is joy fully squelched and a detour is indi cated: to Oh, Ranger! written by Hor ace M. Albight and Frank J. Taylor and published by the Stanford Uni versity Press. I presume it can be found at most of the Town's bmk- stores. If you have ever visited a national park, or plan to visit them, or even if you don't ever want to see one, you'll find joy in this unassuming little vol ume. There are reminiscences and stories to make your heart ache if you are a devotee of the western parks; information and practical hints to make you a much better visitor if you're just going; and tantalizing atmosphere all through the book that will make you change your mind if you have never been much interested in the parks. The beauty of it all is that in one slender book the authors have managed to pack so much solid information but have done it so lightly and entertainingly that it's more fun to read than a novel. ONE appreciates a little more the calm, khaki-clad men who make touring through parks the complete joy it is when one reads stories of their winter patrols to repair telephone and telegraph wires, to protect the wild animals, digging down into huge drifts of snow to uncover the cabins that make a "ranger station"; watching for and fighting forest fires, carrying pails of small fry for miles up the mountain trails to stock the streams for our sum mer fishing, and all the thousand other duties that make up a ranger's year. And with this stern background one enjoys all the more the "whoppers" that are quoted by the authors all through the book, magnificent tales that the rangers weave for themselves during the long winter months and then spring upon the thousands who flock to them with foolish questions in summer. They do, of course, answer questions patiently and expertly no matter how foolish but even a ranger's patience is sometimes tried. If he sees a glint of humor in your eye he may regale you with talcs like the one about the ranger, who with only one shell in his gun, bagged six quail, a buck deer, a dozen fish, and a rabbit. You really must read the story to see how it was done. If only the people who taught me nature-study in school could have made it as exciting, humorous and entertain' ing as this book's chapters — "Speaking of Bears," "Wild Animals You May Know," "Coin' Fishin'," and "Nature's Notes"- my young life would have been so much more enchanting. There couldn't lie a more perfect vacation for any adolescent (and unatrophied adult) than the nature-study trips un der the guidance of a ranger naturalist through Yellowstone, Yosemite or any of the other parks. But the beauty of it is that after you finish all the funny stories and roam easily through the whole delightful rxx)k you find that you have acquired more painlessly than you ever thought possible a great fund of information on the national parks from Mesa Verde to Glacier, a lot of practical advice on how to go and where to stay whether you go by train, car or hike, and an overwhelming desire to get going at once. Here ami There THOUGH I am a bit weary of the pert Miss Laughlin's So You're Going factory I must admit that her latest So You're Going to Germany and Austria does give a raft of work able information on these countries and she is, as usual, one of the first in the field. Travel to Central Europe is in creasing by leaps and bounds and Clara Laughlin's volume on these two coun tries is sure to be valuable if you are joining the drift in that interesting di- THE CHICAGOAN 29 Take away i A LOT- -BRING ^BACK MORE IN THE SAME REVELATION y ESI Do it with the same single piece of this modern hand luggage. The seasoned traveler who knows how goods and chattels accumulate while en route will sigh with relief when he acquires a Revelation travel case. Adjusting to 14 different sizes, it never seems full despite the many extras to be packed— and everything is held securely in place because it adjusts to exactly fit the contents. There is a style, size and leather— all moderately priced — to suit the taste of the most exacting traveler. REV/fi LATION ADJUSTS TO FIT THE CONTENTS S.ME (CVClAriON MCK(0 MC"° .„ 'OK A WtUtHD «>* * MONTH ANDERSON & BROTHERS ROGERS PEET CLOTHING Hats — Shoes — Furnishings Michigan Blvd. at Washington Chicago rection. . . . With the dazzling South American cruise shoving off on Lassco's City of Los Angeles in October those fortunates who are going might begin to brush up a bit on their Latin Amer ican reading. The most fascinating book I have ever happened upon is one published several years ago by the Cen tury Company. It is the record of the Mulford expedition across South America and of course much of the country explored is not for tenderfeet who cruise in luxurious steamships. However, it does give splendid glimpses of the coast cities which you touch upon in the Lassco cruise, and the whole book carries the varied, colorful atmosphere that is South America. Above all, it ripples quiet humor all the way through and is enthralling reading. The name, by the way, is White Waters and Blac\ and the author is Gordon MacCreagh who led the expedition and has been long famed in the field of exploration and adven turous writing The first "Nowhere Cruise" of the Cunard Line is a rous ing success, I understand, and there is still time to sign up for one of the two that are to follow. These cruises start blithely into the ocean for six days and roam about, shifting as they wish to assure good weather condi tions. A splendid opportunity for a restful ocean trip if you haven't time to take a really long one. And the bars, I am told, are equipped to flow unexhausted no matter how heavy the traffic. . . . We have traveled far since the first timid days after the war when cabin liners were introduced to the public that wanted to travel with dig nity but did not want to pay the smashing first class prices. With the appearance of White Star's new Brit- annic, cabin travel becomes perfectly happy and as luxurious as anyone this side of a princeling could desire. She is a graceful, spotless motor vessel, beautifully equipped and furnished throughout with all the trimmings such as sumptuous salons, suites, entertain ment rooms, children's playrooms, and bars such as have been associated chiefly with first class travel. In the regular Atlantic service now and doing the voyage nicely in seven days, thank you. ... In talk of travel books one should give a look now and then to the beau tiful things that are produced by the travel companies themselves. Northern Pacific, for instance, has done a mag nificent job in their descriptive book lets that are distributed to passengers on the Worth Coast Limited. Why more railroads don't do this when they have routes through scenic or historic country is a mystery. Or maybe they do and just hide the books so that no one can get them. Anyway, Northern Pacific's little booklet gives the time at which the train passes the spot (and all the way across the country our train did pass each spot as scheduled) and in one pithy paragraph tells why it is famous — describes the scenery and tells what happened there. By the time the trip is over you really have a compre hensive idea of how the big west was settled, you have brushed up on old pioneer stories and Indian chiefs, and reviewed the exciting Lewis and Clark expedition. It is much more satisfying than peering out of the window at breath-taking mountains and quaint settlements and trying to worm a little information out of blase conductor or porter. 30 TME CHICAGOAN Comer of main lobby introducing moderate rate into modern hotel luxury Appreciation is complete when you iearn 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 Books "The Confessions of Zeno" By SUSAN WILBUR IF it had not been for the encour agement of James Joyce, Italo Svevo might never have written the master piece which turned out also to be his swan-song. And when The Confes sions of Zeno, just translated into Eng lish, proved a sensation throughout Europe, none were more surprised than his own countrymen to learn that its author was not a professional writer but a successful business man of Trieste. Trieste is also the home of his hero, an extremely amusing man of means who goes Moliere one better by forc ing his imaginary illnesses to aid and protect him through life, alibis for every failure, weapons with which he can conquer anybody. At the begin ning of the book Zeno is smoking his last cigarette; smoking is bad for him. But he has an examination to pass; he will smoke just one more before get ting down to work. And at the end he is still, or again, smoking his last cigarette. If in the meanwhile he has failed to marry the girl he intended to, has failed to make a success of the business he helped his brother-in-law to run, has failed to keep the love of his mistress, well what can you expect of a slave to tobacco? And he has his ailments well ration alized. If they are imaginary, well and good: it simply means that his nerves are so sensitive as to warn him in time of an illness that is on its way. While by contrast with hs own sensitiveness his wife's happy-go-lucky healthiness is really a sort of a disease; her health blinds her to reality. The whole thing is comedy, with touches of farce. Though if anything the farcical passages arc the most real istic. The ending — let's tell it for once — is a triumph of irony. Zeno becomes a war profiteer. "Lone Cowboy" IT is said that Will James' publish ers used to wonder what to do about his spelling and grammar. And that his first art editors besought him to take drawing lessons, even if at their expense. Since the age of four he had had the habit of making pictures of horses whenever he hadn't one to ride. Had, in other words, never drawn them except from memory. If he hap pened to make a leg that didn't fit the body, he would simply erase the body. And .to on. But, though he had been an anist from babyhood, what made him a writer as well was a completely adult impulse, his astonishment at what other people were printing about cowboys. By hypothesis, then, his own stuff has always been the real dope. Five volumes of short lengths and now a long one. His life story, Lone Cow boy, is in fact so very inclusive that it will at once take its place as a sort of indispensable general check for any one addicted to westerns. His experi ences extend all the way from Canada, where he spent two or three winters with the old trapper who had taken him over as an orphaned four-year-old, to Mexico, across whose border it at one time seemed expedient for him to go. And they include everything from the big cow outfits as they were in 1907, to the movie lot, and from the war to the red light saloon of earlier and freer days, not to mention plenty of inside information on rodeos and cow stealing. I.oren Carroll, Chicagoan, whose Wild Onions, a different kind of gangster novel, is to be published August I a rWQ CHICAGOAN 31 <iMore Lincoln A PPARENTLY you can cut through t\ the Lincoln material almost any where and get a pattern. Within the memory of man it has been done by a parson, by a poet, and by a politi cian, each time with notable results from the bookselling as well as from every other point of view. But when a woman gets to work and shows Lin coln quite frankly in the role of a hus band who is perpetually about the house, half the reviewers don't know what to make of it. Personally I find it so illuminating that in the final vol ume of Honore Willsie Morrow's trilogy, The Last Full Measure, just published, I hate having to spare space even for her highly conspiratorial ac count of Booth's conspiracy. Mrs. Morrow hasn't done a single new thing except restudy the character of Mary Lincoln— and incidentally to amplify Tad and family life in general. Her Lincoln does and says, for the most part, only such things as are an actual matter of record. But the effect of giving the White House an ade quate and comprehensible lady is cer tainly a footnote to St. Gaudens. "American Girl" I AM always inclined to doubt the greatness of the great novels written by characters in other novels. But if you doubted the best selling qualities of the novel that Tony wrote in Toung Man of Manhattan, doubt it no longer. For here is a first novel by another New York sports writer. John R. Tunis' American Girl is, to be sure, about a girl and about tennis. But you believe every word of shop that's talked in it just as you would have in Tony's. And the author turns an equally clever trick in developing his central character. Schopenhauer has pointed out that every life ends as a tragedy, and a tennis champion's life inevitably reaches the tragedy point considerably earlier than, say, a college professor's. Mr. Tunis, however, avoids both of the more obvious endings, namely, marriage and ex-championship, to pro duce a still more tragic one. He shows a pretty, somewhat eccentric child, with extraordinary powers of concen tration, developing gradually from a youngster who plays championship matches for the fun of it, into a young woman cynically determined to make hay on both sides of the Atlantic so long as her own luminosity persists. Tecla necklace and the slender column of a woman's neck — a perfect frame for a divinely lovely picturt . How fortunate that it is within the means of a modest budget! Tecla Necklaces from $25.00 up. ? Teclj Pearls, Sapphires. 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Special Saturday Night Features 32 TMQCUICAGOAN Music Remains the Fashion 'Twas paradise, that old garden swing with her beside you and a wisp of song floating up; songs that troubadours of yesterday and today buy here to make an hour replete Lyon t^Iealy Musical Notes First Glance at a Ravinia Premiere By ROBERT POLLAK AN/MA ALLEGRA failed almost , completely to live up to advance- notices. Heralded as another La Ron dine, as another Marouf, its score turned out to be as flat as Camera's feet and its book a sequence of utterly trivial events. Strange as it may scom to those who believe that a critic is most happy when he is most destruc tive, I take not the least pleasure in thus recording a premiere. The oper atic public is insatiable for its occasional novelties. It has come to be a matter of course that one or more of them must grace every season. Due to the present depression in the market for world talent a good new opera is a hard thing to find. Consequently an impresario like Eckstein must take long chances, spending thousands of dollars on production and devoting consider able extra time and energy to rehearsal, in the hope that, like any other good speculator, he has picked a winner. It is easy to feel then — believe it or not - a genuine sympathy for the manage ment in case Anima Allegra wins no permanent place in the repertoire. And for all I know, since the whims of the summer opera public are unpredictable, it may win that place despite deficien cies that would seem to be patent to any conservatory student. Vittadini's score is, at best, the work of third-rate talent. What moments of strength appear in it arc attributable to orchestral climaxes in the manner of Wagner. For the rest it lives on a sickly dilution of Puccini and, in the Spanish dance scenes, of masters like Albeniz or De Falla. To hear again, only for a moment, the vigorous folk- tunes of The Three-Cornered Hat would be to realize how completely Vittadini has failed to catch the mean ing of Spanish music. In the compass of its three acts the opera never once rises to any moment of inspired orig inality. THE banality of the score could be forgiven had the book involved some vital human problem, some meri torious characterization. Although Halevy and Gounod arc not admitted within the sacred precincts of the sym phony hall, we recognize their explicit charm in La Juive and Faust largely because of the vivid drama of Eleazer j?nd the potent legend of Gretchen and the Devil. Anima Allegra can boast no such raison d'etre. Its story derives from a play of the Brothers Quintero, carpenters of the stage who are noted for making a little bit go too far. The librettist probably did what he could UN* Desire Pefrere, a stalwart voice in the robust goings-on at Mr. Eck stein's incomparable Ravinia with the materials they offered him. Starting with the not unpromising if ancient notion, that a pretty young girl from the city can raise hell in a con servative rural environment, he does little or nothing with the theme. For three acts the young lady (Madame Bori) twitters engagingly at adoring peasants and shocked grandees. For three acts the farm population follows her about the stage as her noble rela tives lift their hands in consternation. Twenty minutes of the second act go by while the heroine tries to get her boy friend to scatter largess at a gypsy wedding. Twenty more are consumed in the last act in a dialogue that could be summed up as follows: Tun City Gal (to the captivated peasants) : Bring those lovely flowers into the patio and we'll put some life in this dead old joint. The Old Maior-Domos: What TUECUICAGOAN 33 goes on here? The City Gal: We are bringing lovely flowers into the patio to put some life in this dead old joint. The Major-Domos: We don't want any of your blankety blank flow ers. (The City GaVs Aunt enters.) The City Gal's Aunt: My, my the old place sure looks neat. Those flowers just match your dress, my young niece. (Bori poses against flowery back ground.) And would you listen to those canaries. (Canaries real and ar tificial set up loud clamor, effectively silencing Papi and the entire orchestra.) I don't believe you're the hoyden 1 thought you were. You'd better marry my son. The City Gal: O. K., Aunt. Anima Allegra employed but idly the genius of Bori. She had little to do but appear in stunning gowns and behave kittenishly. It was Chamlec's task to project an occasional lyrical in cident. The rest of the evening he stood around the stage appraising his future spouse with varying degrees of tolerance. Ruth Page and a small corps de ballet furnished an excellent dance. The production was mounted with effective lavishness. Papi con ducted as if his mind was elsewhere, as well it might have been. TOWN TALK [begin on pack 13] had not reported this on his income tax . . . The neighbor hood grocer, heard ex changing giggles with his clerk over the woman customer who had just de parted: "She says she's broke, and her husband gets $85 a week. My God, nobody could spend that much money" . . . Articles by Vincent Star- rett, John Drury and Franklin Meinc, and a serial astonisher by Riq, will appear in the Economy Spectator, something new in bookstore house or gans, this September . . . The Civic Opera management is drumming up trade by inviting choice groups to in spect its backstage areas, with a ballet rehearsal or something as inducement, letters to this effect having been sent to several surprised clubs . . . The filling station attendant near the lake who doesn't mind helping the kids to blow up their swimming inner tubes at the free air nozzle . . . Samuel Put nam, ex-CHlCAGOAN writer, is at it again. His translation of Kilt's Me moirs, by one of those little French c/ here s a new charm ¦to "tea time i n hardiny COLONIAL J100M And a refreshing inter lude too, while anytime between 3 and 5:30 you can enjoy a delicious tea amidst the charm of early American surroundings. ON WABA ^ JUST SOUTH 0» MADlfcH _ f FASHION NOTE- By all means ... a Santce Apron Set in pastel shades, for kitchen wear! The Santee's Protect the Sleeves Ask for it by name. Look for the Santec Trade Mark . . . One set complete, in the blue and white check box, at only $1.00 the set . . . AT THE BETTER SHOPS or for the names of these shops, write to Santce Products, 180 North Michigan L Every day they rush to our doors. The aristocratic pompano from NewOrleans. Sole from England. Lordly lobster from Boston. Deli cate mussels from France. The noblest beef and tenderest squab that ever came to town. Splendid foods, indeed! And more so when they are touched by our inspired chef and served in L'Aiglon's convivial rooms. Luncheon, dinner and supper with dancing from six until two. 22 E. Ontario Delaware 1909 34 TUECUICAGOAN wrMttf&-^ xwuftMnarL An adventurer In art «¦¦ Giovanni Ha tiala Cipriani (1727-1785), for while trained a< a portrait painter he berame an Interior decorator, and designer of furniture among other purauita. Friend of Sir Wl'liam Cham- bera, furniture designer and traveler, CJp:l- ani went to England where he la credited with denlgnlng furniture for the Brothera Adam. Certainly he executed tome of the painted decoration on Adam erection*, im parling alway* a aeope of understanding that enhanced the claaale forma of the Adelphl. The Robert W. Irwin Company has chosen from the past with rare dis crimination and executed with intelli gent precision modern furniture that would be a credit to the Brothers Adam as well as the artist Cipriani. At 608 S. Michigan Bl., is a compre hensive exhibition of the products of the Robert W. Irwin Co. Here, the visitor will find furniture created for the nation's finest homes, possessed of subtleties that challenge the skill and understanding of present day crafts manship. And here, too, are floors devoted to furniture of unsurpassed values at very mod. rate prices. Maintained for dealers, decorators, and their clients, this exhibition building offers a new way of examining and purchasing furniture. Although in no sense a retail store, purchases may be arranged through your dealer. Gcmpartg Designers and Manufacturers of Fine Furniture for Fifty Years 608 S. Michigan Bl. girls, has just been inspected hy these awed spectacles. An introduction by Ernest Hemingway says it's a crime to translate it and Putnam's added preface claims it was not only a crime but impossible. Pretty piquant stuff, but the U. S. Customs Bureau at Chicago passed our copy . . . That "just an old Spanish custom" gag is showing a decided growth of whiskers . . . And the whiskers, of course, arc just an old spinach costume . . There once was a tearful old Arab who wailed, when a thief stole his scarab, "It's just an old custom, you never can trust them; they'd steal the chair under a cherub!" ... If you don't thing "cherub" rhymes with "Arab," write a new last line for yourself, using the word "Europe" . . . Some Motorly Advice You can speed your car on slippery stones Or flip along on high, You can tear down hills to the brcxiks below Or zoom up to the sky; You can flash along past other cans Or new Cords you can duck, But if you value the skin girls love to touch — Never hit a coal truck! You can dodge a well-filled baby-cart Or jaywalkers by the score; You can skid around a traffic light Or a jitney's opened door; You can scoot about a horse-drawn cab Or a sapling you can buck, But if you want to 6lccp in your bed at home, Never hit a co-al truck! You can drive at night at a swaying pace Or race to meet the dawn; You can flounder in sand ten inches deep Or skedaddle on a lawn; You can push like 'ell through coral shell Or slug along in muck, But if you want to keep your bones uncracked, Never hit a co-al truck! Mates, unless you want to meet St Pete And with angels try your luck, Take my advice: think once or twice, and Ne-ver hit a co-al truck! - Hotf.p. Covarrubias; NOTHING to equal him in the dear old civilised world. This young man from Mexico ap pears to possess the finest and sharpest sense of satire of these times. He is without peer. He proves the brush to be more essential than the pen, though, as is said, the latter is more effective than the sword. Human beings flour ish in many diverse and ridiculous ways. Covarrubias is incredibly capa ble in the matter of perceiving these ways. There is no error of characterization in his prototypes. He draws the typ ical German as he is, and the Ameri can tourist, escaped from home and "doing Europe," is seized by neck and plucked of all but the actual, like a chicken of its feathers. There is a sort of pitiless kindness in his manner as an artist, his work manner. He pre serves only the significant truths about his subject. He comprehends human absurdity with a directness quite beyond inspira tion. He is a necessary force. A re vealing truth. The most obvious and outstanding clement of group life, ac cording to his astute point of view, must be the whimsical appearance of ourselves. Like H. L. Mencken, he serves a purpose. Down with the ordered ranks of smug conservatism. Covarrubias dur ing his recent trip to North Africa and Europe, preserved for the gallery of im CHICAGOAN 35 caricature the Arabs, the Swedes, the English, the German, French, Spanish and South American forms of silly hu manity. God commend him. Helen West Heller SOMEWHAT of a mystic. There is much wasted effort in the name of art, there arc so many futile and laboring aspirants to this poetic luxury, but here, in Helen West Heller, is an artist who has never made a thoughtless stroke of the brush or been led astray by the lusty bellowings of ambition in art. She pursues with simplicity the interpretation of her aspect of mysticism. The quality of her water colors and o.'ls is very ap parent. She is small, like a mouse, and has a vehement flame within which seems to silhouette her spirit against canvas. Hers is a deep insight. She has a very few weaknesses, not faults, in her technique, but then, who knows, is not all criticism comparative, and conse quently inadequate? Every painting has a singular completeness and actual ity of its own. Possibly it is this that one should determine and enjoy when seeing paintings. The decorative quality of color and form is also important. Artists have never set out to repeat realism. There must be a subtle change in the subject as it is rendered upon canvas. Most people appear regrettably vod in the matter of artistic values. They shout their disgust, which, of course, is a disguise for lack of understanding. And the lack results from inner blunt- ness. Persons who gain no light from poetry rush to painting and attempt to be effective with abstrusely muttered misunderstandings and empty-headed oaths. They behave as those who are spiritually insulted. No person is more noisy in his utterances about art than he who knows nothing. Color and pattern and form, whether they are "abstracted" or not, make up a painting. Any significance comes from the degree of development within the painter. Not the so-called "faith ful rendering of realism" of the Vic torian era. There is much fantastic nonsense uttered by emotional critics who de scribe art in terms of their own respon sive titilations. Classfication is their deal. Schedule. A curse of sorts. — PHILIP NESBITT. 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(Name) (New address) (Old address) (Date of change) 36 TWE CHICAGOAN ome~ #i movrn 11 find all the tngredtenls for thetr making ana show ing here. vJotnfilele lines of EASTMAN C-me - [y\.odak BELL & HOWELL C/i/mo DE VRY cJofrnlar Camera at E COMMONWEALTH EDISON £J LECTRIC SHOPO 72 WEST ADAMS STREET, CHICAGO V Rococo House A Modern Swedish Setting Serving Swedish Foods 161 Ease Ohio Street Sunday Dinner Dinner — Luncheon THURSDAY Special Squab Dinar Art HOW much of .m artist's life and personality is revealed in his work' Taking the few unequivocal facts akmt the author of Haynlet and Kitij; Lear that have come down the ages as his basis, Frank Harris evolved a more than fairly plausible full length portrait of William Shakespeare out of the dominant and frequently recurring traits of the characters in Shakespeare's plays. When a writer, especially a dramatist or novelist, is the subject, such a pro cedure is comparatively easy Even a scrivener objective enough to pass mus ter with Irving Babbitt and Paul Elmer More, the super- Brahmans of the New Humanist caravan, cannot help but give himself away if he keeps writing long enough. In the case of a painter, however, it's a different story Words may be veils, as Mencken says. But you can see through veils and between them. Not so with colors and forms, lights and shadows. Still the subject matter coupled with the manner of treatment in .i painting may discover to us much about the man or woman who con ceived and executed it A couple years ago a California poetess, by the name of Virginia Hersch, undertook to do with El Greco what Frank Harris had done a decade or more previously with Shakespeare. That is in a novel, called Bird of God, she essayed to re create for us the flaming-spirited Greek-Spaniard. She had as few per haps even fewer facts to work with as Harris did. And like the biographer of Shakespeare she had available the works of her hero from which to draw material for blocking in the word-pic ture she drew of him. The general opinion is that she failed at any rate by comparison with Harris Undoubt edly this failure is due in part to the limitations of Miss Hersch's talent. But is it not due in part also to the innate — perhaps insurmountable difficulties of the problem attacked? 1 THOUGHT of all this the other 1 day while I was in the new Walden gallery in the Palm Olive building tak ing in Helen West Heller's current show. I fell to wondering how ac curately one who didn't know Mrs Heller, nor anything about her, could imaginatively evocate her personality by digging deeply into her work. What started me off along this trend was her painting called Child of the N»gkt, a piece showing a young girl in night clothes lying in bed with the open countryside as her bedroom and the star sprinkled sky as a roof. The middle distance and background con stitute a typical farm -yard scene with cattle, bushes in leaf and corrals. These objects are worked out with a tender ness of feeling and a consummate reali zation of decorative values which would make patent, it seems to me, to any discerning eye the fact that the artist in question is a woman and that the subject matter was associated in her mind with fond memories. Well, it happens that the Girl of the H*ght does commemorate, so to speak, an event in Mrs. Heller's life. As a youngster she lived in a farm house, the r<x>f of which had not yet been built. Night after night she lay in bed mentally promenading up and down the twisted lanes of stars When, at long last, the roof was completed she re- bellcd. She resented bitterly being shut away from her heavenly companions. The posture of the girl in the painting somehow suggests this attitude of rebellion. There is something Chagallish about the piece both in conception and treat ment. And yet fundamentally it is characteristically Hellensh and distinc tively American The same is true of Intersection of Three Streets, which has fourth dimen sional effects and at first flush seems to resemble phases of certain of Survage's creations. That is, it, too, could not have been done by anyone but Helen West Heller, and it, too, for all its ex pressionism, is distinctively American. APIECE called The Critics, portray ing a small herd of giraffes, is re markable for its unity of design. The whole group of animals is deftly woven into a single form which is highly di verting. The title implies humorous or satirical intent on the part of the artist. 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