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College Humor's census showed one-third more Parkers in use than the nearest rival. Scholastic, circulating among high school students, found 727(3 more Parkers than the next nearest. This fall, if you want to get a flying start for learning, start with a Parker — | apparently the official pen of America's undergraduates. THE PARKER PEN COMPANY, Janesville, Wis. Offices and Subsidiaries: New York, Chi cago, Atlanta, Buffalo, Dallas, San Francisco; Toronto, Canada; London, England; Berlin, Germany. 5 duofold *7 *IO ^ Lik«- 2 IVns for lh«» Price of On«» ii this Convertible Duofold In Your Pocket — On Your Desk The Saint Pen with the Same Point — always your favorite TWECUICAGQAN i 1 he increased elegance of the Autumn mode is paralleled by the superb Salons in which Blackstone Shop fashions are presented. Exclusively, in Chicago: Furs by Jaeckel Shoes by Delman Stanley KCcdirsmiaiic BiackstoneShop 669 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE 0- TWECUICAGOAN THEATER *ARTISTS AND MODELS — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. At long-last the first revue of the season, opening on September 8. Phil Baker, Aileen Stanley, James Barton and Shaw and Lee are the principals. Cui- tain 8:15 and 2:15. Evenings $4.40. Matinees $3.00. Drama +LOVE TECHNIQUE— Studebakcr, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. Lou Tcl- legen and his profile in something dull and clumsy which has already been se lected as one of the ten worst plays of the year. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings $3.00. Matinees $2.00. *THE HOUSE OF FEAR— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. The first mystery comedy of the season, with Cecil Spooner heading the cast. Mr. Boydcn expresses his judgment of it in this issue. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings $3.00. Matinees $2.00. *SEX~ Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Only Mae West would head the cast. Reviewed in this issue. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings $3.00. Wed nesday mat. $2.00. Saturday mat. $2.50. -KSISTERS OF THE CHORUS— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Ladies of the evening's ensemble in their domes tic state. Edna Hibbard the star and Enid Markey a featured player. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings $3.00. Mati nees $2.00. *LOST SHEEP— Selwyn, 180 N. Dear born. Central 3404. Opened on Sep tember 1 with Cecelia Loftis heading the cast and helping along the new season. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings $3.00. Thursday mat. $2.00. Saturday mat. $2.50. To be reviewed later. +70UHG SINNERS— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Dorothy Appleby and Raymond Guion in another comedy of modern youth opening Sep tember 14. Curtain 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings $3.00. Matinees $2.50. CINEMA ANIMAL CRACKERS: The Marx broth ers. [A duty.] THE SAP FROM SYRACUSE: Jack Oakie still getting better. [Attend] BRIDE OF THE REGIMENT. Originally The Lady in Ermine, not so hot in cellu loid. [Pass it.] NUMBERED MEN Convict stuff. [No.] THE LITTLE ACCIDENT. Let's not talk about it. [Never.] "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS- Shedd Aquarium, by Alfred Dutch.... Cover Stack and Screen Page 2 Diet and Didoes 4 Editorial 9 The Emperor of Chicago, by Richard Atwater II Pleasantry, by Philip Tiesbitt 13 Sports by Spotlkjht, by Sandor 14 They Call Him Kinc, by Warren Brown 15 Town Motif, by Henry C Jordan 16 Distinguished Chicacoans, by J. H. E. Clar\ 17 A Study in Night Life, by Victor Haveman 18 The Gamble in Backgammon, by Dr. O. E. Van Alyea 19 A Letter 20 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 21 Genius on Parade, by Irma Selz 22-23 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 26 Stage, by William C Boyden 28 Books, by Siuart Wilbur. 32 Go Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 34 Music, by Robert Pollal{ 36 Shops About Town, by The Chi- cagoenne 38 Beauty, by Marcia Vaughn 40 Art, by J. Z. Jacobson 42 THE CHICACOANS 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 Chicacoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 27. HOLIDAT: Ann Harding in smart, mod em and soundly entertaining comedy- drama. [Sec it.] MANSLAUGHTER. Claudette Cobert and Fredric March make a pretty bad -lay pretty good. [If you like them.] THE MAN FROM WYOMING: Gary Cooper and June Collycr in the worst of the war pictures. [Miss it.] THE WAT OF ALL MEN Formerly The Sin Flood and still an interesting play. [Might as well.] LOVE AMONG THE MILLIONAIRES: Clara Bow's finish. [Don't see it.] COMMON CLAT: Constance Bennett, Lewis Ayrcs and other compctcnts in an excellent production of the old success. [Attend.] LET US BE GAY. Norma Shearer's second best, or possibly hest, picture. [Don't miss it.] FOR THE DEFENSE William Powell in good form. [Certainly.] HELL'S ISLAND. Ralph Graves and Jack Holt in one of those things about a girl. [Sec something else.] THE SEA BAT: Charles Bickford in the South Seas. [Don't bother.] HE KNEW WOMEN- Lowell Sherman at home. [If you care for him.] SO THIS IS LONDON Will Rogers and Irene Rich in homespun comedy abroad. [Worth your time.] THE UNHOLY THREE: Lon Chaney's first, and for all we care last, talking- picture. [Sparc his memory.] SONG O' MY HEART: John McCormack in recital plus plot. [Hear him.] THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD: Louis Mann in fine performance of an old familiar story. [If you like acting.] SWEETHEARTS AND WIVES: Billie Dove and Clivc Brook in French farce of better than usual grade. [See and hear.] LAWFUL LARCENY. Lowell Sherman and Bcbc Daniels in extensive exchange of bright dialogue. [Possibly.] TABLES AND TIMES Luncheon — Dinner — Later TIP TOP INN 206 S. Michigan. Wabash 1088. Critical tastes of the clientele give unnecded stimulus to the chef. GRAYLINGS 410 N. Michigan. White- hall 7600. Deftly served dishes that tempt the masculine taste in the hour of need of food. MAILLARDS— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. Among the Town's institu tions you'll remember its luncheon, tea or dinner. [continued on pace four] Thf. Chicagoan— Martin J. Quiclfy. Publisher and Editor: W. K. Wiavir, Manacikc Editor: published fortnightly by the Ch icaRoa n Hublish- ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago. III. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Eos Angeles Office: 1605 North Cahueng* St. lac fie Coast Office. Simpson-Rally, Union Oil Building, Eos Angeles; Rum Building, San Franc. *co. Subscription $300 minu»lly: Mnglr copy 15c. Vol. 1A, ho. *j Sept 1.3, 1930 Copyright 1930. entered as second class matter March 25, 1927. at the l»o,t Office at ( h.cgo. III., under the act of March 3, 1879. TUECI4ICAG0AN Ho-h class again! Open house. A movie date. When room-mates meet! // Big Moments" at college . . . Getting back . . . first class ... the buzz of open house ... a movie date ... a joyous canter ... a football game ... a glamorous prom or a midnight "feed" ... all these are twice as momentous if you're wearing the right thing at the right moment. And since we've installed The College Ward robe 'tis a simple matter to make events of your "big moments. We have six college girls . . . one from Con necticut College for Women . . . one from Smith . . . one from Illinois . . . one from Wis consin . . . one from Northwestern . . . one from Chicago . . . who'll tell you just what to take with you . . . and what's more, they'll keep you within your allowance so forward march to THE COLLEGE WARDROBE Fifth Floor To horse ... to horse! Listening-in to Rudy Vallee Somebody's football hero 9 \ Off to the prom! Chas <K< StevenS'& 'Bros 4 TWECMICAGOAN ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's. PICCADILLY— Fine Arts bldg., 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 1975. Newly deco rated, but that view of the lake is still there. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. When better coffee is made, Hen- rici will still shun orchestral dinner music. JULIEN'S— 1009 N. Rush. Delaware 4341. Mamma Julien's smile is broad and boun teous and so is the table. Better 'phone. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. Superior servicing to make you feel at home in the world of cake and conversation. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan and 310 N. Michigan. Crowds pass these portals at midday and midnight and many enter. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diverscy 8922. Here you may stuff the life of the party with big steaks in the small hours. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. An extensive German menu for those of hearty appetite. RED STAR INN— H28 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. For thirty years the food at this quiet old German Inn has been mak ing it the civic institution it is. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Col. Yaschcnko and Sankarjevsky presenting one of the northside's brilliant spots. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Delaware 4144. The place to go when you're in fine fettle for fish and other sea food. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. New Orleans-Parisian cuisine, and so hospitable. HARDING'S COLONIAL TEA ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Efficient and popular, especially for luncheon and tea. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Of what importance is the scarcity of good res taurants in the neighborhood when there Eitel's is? JACgUE'S— 540 Briar Place and 180 E. Delaware. Two peculiarly intriguing French dining rooms where the sweet amenities of service and cuisine prevail. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Castilian catering and at mosphere — you can almost hear castanets click in your coffee. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 1242. Swedish service and food stuffs — you'll leave in that haze of con tent that surges over a well-fed diner. T>usk Till Dawn CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Light exercise to Willie Neubcr- ger's orchestra combines joyously with heavy eating of Chinese and Southern dishes. Cover charge after nine $1.50. Gene Harris takes care. TERRACE GARDENS— Morrison Hotel. 79 W. Madison. Franklin 9600. Fa mous cuisine with Ralph Footc to en liven the partaking thereof. Service is a la carte and Shaefer directs. Dinners $2.00 and $1.50 and no cover charge. CLUB ROXY— 79th St. and Stoney Island. You'll hate to go home, because of the perennial favorites, Vin Conlcy and his orchestra, and the excellent table d'hote service. Dinner during the week from six to nine, Sunday from five. Cover charge after nine 50 cents. Williams to greet you. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Those who arc burst ing with bounce will find Irving Aaron- [ listings blgin on pace two] son and his Commanders ready to plca.'C. And there's that summer garden. Week ly cover charge $1.00, Saturday $1.50. Dinners $2.50 and $3.00. CLUB METROPOLE— 2300 S. Michigan. Victory 3400. Art Kasscll and music makers and the gay and gala crowds make the small hours grow far too fast. Dinners $2.00 and $1.50. Cover charge after nine o'clock — $1.00. VILLA VENICE- Milwaukee Ave., at Dcs Plaincs River. Wheeling 8. Just about the best in the metropolitan area. Croon ing, bc-gondola-cd gondoliers, fine foods and a full tidal-wave of entertainment in music comedy form. Al Copeland's orchestra. Cover charge after ten — $2.00. Dinners $3.50 and $4.00 FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. A night haven for those who would avoid dullness. Music, dancing, food and en tertainment make it that way. Charley Straight and his band make you move and stay. Cover charge $1.00, Saturday $1.50. DELLS — Dempster Road at Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1717. Among the Town's old settlers, Coon-Sanders and the Night- hawks make the music for the merriment with which the night relieves the day. Dinners- $2.00, $2.50 and $3.00. Cover charge during the week 50 cents. Satur day and Sunday $1.00. COLOSIMO'S- 2126 S. Wabash. Calu met 1127. Dinner $1.50 and no cover charge. After nine Jimmy Neon and his band aid your digestion, and service is a la carte with a 50 cent cover charge. Dan oversees. LINCOLN TAVERN Dempster Road at Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1919 Lively entertainment with Tom Gcrun and his boys providing the tunes. Din ners $2.50 and $3.00. No cover charge. ~Jh Corning — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTONE HOTEL -656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Impeccable serv ice and tempting cuisine - a la carte. Margraff directs the Blackstone String Quintette. Otto Staack presides. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. In the Empire Room the Palmer House orchestra satisfies sym phonic desires. Dinner $2.50. Mutschler will arrange. Chicago Room— Horrmann servicing, and dinner $1.50. Victorian Room — dinner $2.00 and Gartmann at tends. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. Capacious and sumptu ous a big, bright spot. Harry Kelly and his orchestra in the main dining room. Dinners $2.00 and $3.00. In the Col chester Grill dinner $1.50, luncheon 85 cents and music. SENECA HOTEL 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. A la carte service and no orchestra. Especially good if you want a quiet, conventional evening. CONGRESS HOTEL Michigan at Con gress. Harrison 3800. The famous Congress cuisine and Jules Alberti are responsible for pleasantness of the Pom- pcnan Room. Service a la carte and no cover charge. Louis XVI Room — dinner $2.50 and no cover charge. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2326. Some of the strictly American gastronomic delights are avail- ab'c here. Sandrock leads the way. SHORELAND HOTEL 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The summer garden spot of the south side. Better 'phone. Dancing for private parties and musical presentations while dining. Dinner $2.00. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 North at the Lake. Longbeach 6000. A happy rendezvous where atmosphere and cuisine arc lauded. Marty Stone and his. rhythm-boys arc there. Cover charge 50 cents during the week, $1.00 Saturday. Dinners $2.00 and $2.50. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lakeshorc Drive. Superior 8500. Dis' tinctivc cuisine and magnificent service with the atmosphere you'd expect. Din' ner $2.50 and no dancing. Langsdor is maitrc. SHERMAN HOTEL -North Clark and West Randolph. The renascence of the Bal Taharin and College Inn is still pleasant anticipation. Right now the Celtic Room offers a la carte service, though no dancing. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1616 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. Menu, music and memorable service are offered. And dancing Thursdays. Dinners in the main dining room $1.50 and $2.00 with Hoffman greeting. DRAKE HOTEL— Lakcshorc Drive at Oak Street. Superior 2200. Alluring food, Bill Donahue and his band from Illinois and that Drake atmosphere. Peter Ferris servicing a la carte. Cover charge dur ing the week $1.25, Saturday $2.50. Italian Room table d'hote dinner $2.00. BISMARCK HOTEL 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Dutiful service and a tra ditional German menu. Grubcl directs. BELMONT HOTEL 3 1 56 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Cuisine that avidly and completely blots out memories of other repasts. Dinners $2.00 and no KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL — 161 E. Walton Place. Superior 4264. The Oriental Room, Town Club or private party rooms olfer alert service and really fine foods. Dinner $1.25. NOTE And it's more than likely that there are other places that arc particu larly intriguing to you and you and you. If there arc — and aren't there? — let us know, and quickly, too. TWCCUICAGOAN VI8I <John 9ie Smyth T^ WITHOUT A SALESMAN^* IP YOU PRBFBR — BVBR YTHING IS PLAINLY PRICED •tvdio rooms or oood housekeeping magazine, iohn m. smyth store, third floor (ZTbr ike QJtnaii cJ^ivinq (isX oom FRANKLY we are trying to lure you to our third floor to see the very charming displays of French Provincial Furniture we have there. You know, of course, how smart the Provincial Styles are nowadays and we want to show you how happily they fit into city apartments. The living room pictured is from a six-room series, complete and delightful. And with this completeness are new ways of arranging furniture, new ways to curtain windows and new ideas in color and accessories. DRIVE UP TO OUR DOORS — WE PARK YOUR CAR FOR YOU, FREE 6 TI4ECUICAG0AN 1(24^ Lake Shore Drive Days of Life and Movement Nights of Quiet Repose BENEATH the East ' living and din ing room windows of this favored apart ment structure moves an ever changing panorama of motors and equestrians. Beyond the Esplanade are pleasure craft. On the far horizon steamers crawl. From dawn to dusk the view is one of constant interest. And at night peace ful, quiet repose is assured you, since the west windows of nearly all the master bedrooms overlook Stone Street, only two blocks long and devoid of traffic. Here you can really sleep! Typical apart ments are six to eleven rooms, duplex or simplex, larger if desired. Building is com pleted. By all means see the remaining units now. Represen tative on premises. ROSS & BROWNE Sales and Managing Agents PALMOLIVE BUILDING • WHITEHALL 7373 R. S. De Golyer & Co., Architect* Turner Comt'ucticn to , Builder* TWECUICAGOAN You are cordially invited to the Autumn Presentation of the Interpretive Style Originations America's Foremost Fashion Creator' iwm NEW YORK MIAMI BEACH DETROIT ^^-7 CLEVELAND 600 Michigan Boulevard, South Chicago TUECUICAGOAN HI urn's - V'n ijii r >^w.,,., ......... m-t '.. j3p^la^l^| 'Within* tho Portals" Bluitfs -'Vogue 630 South Michigan Auenue Chicago Presented to our many friends and patrons whose loyal interest and appreciation nave inspired us to plan and build for permanence. The same friendly welcome of the old shop — the same ideals of service and courtesy — the same superlative smartness in attire for gentlewomen will be maintained and cherished as honored tradition in our new home which will be formally opened TheJ week of September Fifteenth Nineteen, Hundred and Thirty a new Address an old Sn op CI4ICAG0AN Review WHAT a year : Torrid July smiling to azure October, miniature golf moving over to make room for shuf- fleboard or indoors for snow, international track sports under calcium, national air races eclipsing all prior events plus or minus Lindbergh, exultant hordes rampant on Wrigley Field, blooded gentry of track and clubhouse happy at Lincoln Fields . . . what price drought! Abas depression. Ahead : The plunk of leather toe against pigskin, theaters fresh from their long summer's nap, hockey at the Stadium, skiing at Carey, opera in the world's grandest setting . . . prohibition disavowed by both parties. What matter that 150,000 trample Soldier Field to the din of mob music, what odds if Jack "Pandora" Zuta's lively shadow stalks the deserted corridors of City Hall . . . pin-pricks in a matchless canvas. Hoover's in the White House, at least a part of the time, and all's pretty well with the world whether or no. The Chicago Saga THE upturn in general publicity pertaining to Chicago dates properly from publication of Samuel Merwin's "Chicago, The American Paradox" in The Saturday Eve ning Post of August 26, 1929, a document hailed with gusto and partial republication by this studious magazine. Now Mr. George Horace Lorimer's sturdy journal is out with a second essay, "Business Fights Crime in Chicago," by Colonel Robert Isham Randolph, president of the Associa tion of Commerce and in point of fact an abler writer than his amanuensis, Forrest Crissey, represents him to be. We congratulate Messrs. Lorimer, Randolph and Crissey on an upright and constructive piece of work. But we believe these two articles aggregate approximately enough of this kind of thing. We have just one suggestion to make for a final and closing treatment of the subject. We should like to read, in the Post or elsewhere, something — in fact anything — captioned "My Chicago — By Alphonse Capone." With all due respect to Messrs. Merwin and Randolph, we feel that Mr. Capone is qualified to tell a more complete and colorful story than anyone else in these United States. Prospect IT is a little more than nine miles from the corner of South Shore Drive and Seventy-fifth street to Randolph and Michigan. There are no stoplights, through-street signs nor traffic policemen along the route. It can be driven by a competent chauffeur sure of his tires in split-seconds above ten minutes. Along the way, a passenger may discard his newspaper to note leisurely golfers exploring the smooth-shaven course of South Shore Country, a moment later gaudy bathers on Jackson Park Beach, then, sharply to the left, the mounting miracle of a Fine Arts Buildings made new by Mr. Julius Rosenwald. Next a stretch between huge boulders at the water's edge opposite spired apartments, a spurt across desert land to flank the green enclosure where gestates the Travel and Transportation Building of the Century of Prog ress, and on to pick up, in swift succession, Soldier Field, the Field Museum, Shedd Aquarium— the Adler Plane tarium a baked apple gleaming in the hard sauce of Mother Michigan — before a scurry past bubbling Buckingham Fountain to the turn into Town ... in all the cities of all the world no drive like this! Let's get going on that bridge job. Home Work SCHOOL, we assume, has begun. It's a little hard to be sure of it, in a downtown office, until the teaching staff has missed a couple of pay days. Nevertheless, we assume that school has begun, wherefore this issue of The Chicagoan will be read in many a class room (you'd be surprised about Vassar) in lieu of Latin, Trigonometry and the Paler Poets. We feel constrained to say something to these young people about it, although we don't know precisely what, and so we will : We refer you, gentle students, to Mr. Atwater's "Town Talk" for a superb example of erudition in civilized restraint. We advise a perusal of Susan Wilbur's "Books" for a study of expressional nicety and Mr. Boyden's "Stage" for sophistication in its nobler sense. Detained as you are for the present, Lucia Lewis' "Go Chicago" will do for you what travel should but doesn't always, while your weekly evening at the cinema (now quite safe for children of your school age, we assure you) will be properly produc tive if you hew to the hard line drawn by Mr. Weaver. As for the editorial we, who admit profound astonishment at this sudden discovery of unsuspected academic uses for The Chicagoan, we shall feel quite noble all Winter for having thus pointed your general interests upward. In Numbers— INTERESTED in the three-cornered struggle between silent cinema, talking cinema and personal stage, and told that the still little picture-house north of the Bridge is to sponsor a companion venture in the loop, we have inquired into the source of this perplexing prosperity and turned up interesting statistics. It seems that there are, in this community, some twenty thousand deaf persons who attend, in mounting proportions, exhibitions of silent pic tures, however bad. From the ranks of these unfortunates, and from the uncounted dumb, a quite adequate clientele is recruited. A drab item for this normally cheerful page, but pertinent to the amusement problem withal. 10 TME CHICAGOAN Smartness That Is A Tradition . . . The classic smartness of the clothes of continental children ... the rigid simplicity ... the unfailing $ood taste . . . Clothes so traditional as to be almost a uniform for young Europeans . . . The Junior Floor at Saks- Fifth Avenue harbours this smartness of classicism . . the impeccable "right- ness" of the costume of the young continental. INFANTS' AND JUNIORS' APPAREL . . . THIRD FLOOR SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE NORTH MICHIGAN AT CHESTNUT TUE CHICAGOAN u THE EMPEROR OF CHICAGO Disclosing Some Alarming Possibilities in Vertical Transit By WCHARD ATWATER DISCONCERTED by a scries of unfortunate love affairs that left him pessimistic for the future of Soviet Russia, Boris Riqsky, until this time a devout undersecretary of Stalin at Mos cow, fled to Berlin in the spring of 1930. Obtaining a position as porter in the Hotel Esplanade, he heard for the first time of the wonders of Ameri ca as told by his German colleagues, most of whom had been employed at some time or other in Chicago, Milwau kee or New York before the War. De ciding to embrace the principles and rewards of Capitalism in the country of its greatest success, Riqsky one night stole a bicycle and made his way on it to Bremerhaven, signed up as stoker on one of the older Lloyd steamers to America, deserted ship in Hoboken and somehow got to Chicago early in 1931. "The first thing that struck me as my ship came into New York," ex plained The Vertical Napoleon in after years, "was the amazing skyscrapers. When I heard these had come from Chicago, I saw at once that Chicago must be the field of my endeavors. Be sides, even as early as 1931, Chicago was the most noted city in the United States." After a few false starts, Riqsky had, by 1933, risen to the rank of elevator man in the new 5 5 -story building of The Chicagoan. As the headquarters of this famous magazine were naturally a rendezvous of all the world, this year of the Century of Progress Exposition, Riqsky, through his position on Elevator Number One, was soon on speaking terms with one millionaire after an other. Busy as he thus was, he still had time to think, to plan his impend ing strategies. Boris Riqsky continued to pilot his elevator through 1935, when he was not only on speaking terms but on intimate terms with practically every person of great wealth in the City; through 1938 when, under Mayor "Big Phil" Davis, the last restrictions on tall stories were removed by the Council; into 1940, when towers of 200, 300 and even 400 floors became a Chicago commonplace. By now, the smallest business edifice in the metropolis was the ancient Wrigley building, under its sta'k of redw(X)ds which kneeled shrinkingly mammoth companions like a asparagus in a forest of THE time was now come when Boris Riqsky could stand before a conference of the skyscraper owners of Chicago and outline his great vision. Remember, in 1940 Riqsky was still a believer in Capitalism, and eager to share in its luxurious benefits. Genius had not yet turned to madness. "Gentlemen," he addressed them with a dramatic smile. "Hithertofore, as you well know, vertical transporta tion has been the one great and neces sary Service which Business has dis tributed to one and all without charge. Little as you building owners enjoy spending millions of dollars a year on elevators in your edifices, you have seen no way out. Free elevators, you have thought, were absolutely necessary to coax business above, say, the sixth floor. You have thus given this serv ice away, gratis, and rented your floors to the roof. "But with the new 300 and 400 story buildings, as you have discovered, this free elevator service becomes so ex pensive you are losing money on your buildings. You are thus at an impasse." A groan went around the table. This was all too true. "Gentlemen!" smiled Riqsky more dramatically than ever. "For years I have been studying this problem, from, as I might say, the ground floor up. Allow me to pass around these tables of statistics." The gentlemen seized the mimeographed sheets of figures and pored over them carefully as Riqsky continued. "Observe," he went on, "that only 1% of Chicago's business is now con ducted in offices below the sixth, or walking distance, floor. Ninety-nine per cent of our business is now con- i ducted at a height to reach which ele vators are absolutely necessary. And i every floor of every building in Chi- I cago, thanks to the boom in trade after i the Fair, is rented. There are no \ vacancies. "Gentlemen, you are in full control of the situation. I propose a syndicate to take charge of every elevator in Chi cago business edifices. I am to be presi dent of this syndicate at a nominal sal ary of one million dollars a year. You 12 THE CHICAGOAN gasp? I will save you $15,000,000 the first three month*. "We will charge, beginning next Monday, a nickel a ride on every ele vator in Chicago." There were five full minutes of si lence. Then a burst of thunderous applause. ^INCIDENTALLY," said Riqsky 1 with a smile, "this will end the regrettable practice of discharged em ployees riding in the elevators of build ings from which they have been fired, to get even with the owner of the building." This thought was much enjoyed by the conference. "And of course," continued Riqsky, "by the first of next January, we will issue a new manifesto showing that ele vators cannot profitably be operated on a nickel a ride. The tariff will rise from five to seven cents, and by further later steps to 15, with a round-trip ticket costing 25 cents." "Riqsky," said Lloyd Lewis, of Bala- ban, Fox-Katz and Lewis, "you are a made man, and so are we." A vote was taken on this, and passed unanimously. The Elevator Syndicate was formed at once, with Riqsky President, and the newspapers from then on termed him The Vertical Napoleon. Perhaps it was this name that proved too much for him. He bought a complete library of Nepoleana . . . Reading that the origi nal Bonaparte once took up the con certina as a hobby, Riqsky for a while affected the accordion, buying them by the dozen and telling with pride how, unable to bear the force of his imperial grip, the accordions continually broke in his grasp . . . An ominous symptom. But to give him credit, he made ele vator riding a pleasure, well worth the 25 cent round trip which he soon made the convention. The first step, bor rowed from the movie houses, was a system of deferential ushers bowing one into the proper car. The second was the installation in each elevator of radio and television. The third, a framed tablet in each car announcing the name of the operator: this, and the lovely uniforms he gave the operators, made them highly contented. They were no longer operators, of course, but "lif- tenants," privileged to wear a short sword at the end of five years' service. Riqsky invented the "observation car" elevator. Removing the four wal nut walls that had obstructed vision of passengers since about 1930, he re placed them with plate glass. Passen gers could now look out and signal gaily to passing cars on the adjacent vertical tracks. In the 300 and 400 story build ings, parlor car elevators were added, with porter service, for the de luxe trade. IN 1950, alas, the Vertical Napoleon met his Josephine. Let us draw the veil discreetly over her real identity, for this was the social arbitress of the haut monde of the Town. Suffice it to say that Riqsky, after meeting Josephine demanded his salary as President of the Elevator Syndicate be raised from three millions a year, which he was now earn ing, to ten. The syndicate offered him seven. He indignantly resigned, with veiled threats at retaliation. The syndicate, secure in its possession of paying elevator service, an idea Riqsky could not take away with him, shrugged its shoulders at his threats. A month later the Vertical Napoleon had run through his savings and Jose phine left him. And now, if not be fore, something snapped in the "Na poleon's" brain. Reverting overnight to the Russian ideas of his youth, he vowed, not only to punish the Syndi cate, but to ruin it, and the whole sys tem of American Capitalism with it. What happened then is history. A brief resume only is necessary here, to com plete the record. Riqsky, reminding one and all that through these years as an apparent minion of capitalism he had really thought of himself still as a simple, honest operator of elevators, now made a whirlwind campaign as a labor agita tor and got control of the Union of Elevator Men. The Syndicate, hearing of this, scoffed. What of it? The THE CHICAGOAN 15 modern elevator was automatic. Any intelligent man could push the buttons properly. Let Riqsky call a strike if he wanted to. The men could be replaced with unskilled labor. On August 30, 1950, Riqsky called his strike. And now the full import of the Vertical Napoleon's strategy came to light for the first awful time. As the elevator operators struck, they pressed every button on their cars at once, thus jamming the delicate system of concealed switches. And the Union of Elevator Mechanics walked out in sympathy! Nobody else knew how to fix the jammed elevator buttons. BUSINESS in Chicago was at a com plete standstill. Nobody can walk up 50, 100, 200, 400 stories. And 99% of Chicago's business was transacted above the 6th floor! 90% above the 20th! By midnight, the elevator men and mechanics of 40 of the leading cities of America had also struck at Riqsky's word. The nation's business was para lyzed. The stock markets suspended. President Will Rogers, at Washington, threw up his hands. Even Herbert Hoover, the columnist, suggested offer ing Riqsky almost any terms he might ask, if he would only restore elevator service, so that business might live. And then the man went utterly mad. In a manifesto, signed "The Emperor of Chicago," he shocked the country by announcing the elevators would never again run up or down. The headquarters of the elevator unions, he showed, were on the 250th floor of the Zipper building in Chicago, where he could not now reach his men if he would, to call off the strike! Capitalism, shrieked the insane proclamation, was a collapsed balloon. Civilization must abandon its skyscrapers forever, leaving them to stand like obelisks in a ceme tery. Then they would totter, unused, to dust, and verticalism would be sup planted by the horizon of Nature! And more such madness. THE strike — or as "The Emperor" called it, the Revolution — lasted two whole weeks. The temperature, which hovered torridly above 90, added to the hysteria. Then the thermometer dropped, in mid-September, to 70. With the first cool breeze, men's minds cleared as if by magic. The mechanics went to work, fixed the elevator but tons, and the operators returned to their cars. Business forged ahead again as if nothing had happened. The Revo lution was over. White, trembling with suppressed emotion, the late "Emperor" rode up in one of the first Zipper building cars to operate. He had been, of course, under constant surveillance. Four policemen, guns drawn, rode up with him to protect the operator. The car was otherwise filled with much interest ed newspaper reporters. The "Na poleon," however, made no overt gesture. He got off silently at the 400th floor, climbed the flight of stone steps to the roof, and awaited the reporters and policemen. "You will later remember," said the Vertical Napoleon to these, "that I was the last who succeeded — or nearly suc ceeded — in making machinery the slave of man instead of man's being the slave of machinery. Just now, of course, you will not understand this." "What," asked one of the reporters with studied courtesy, as befits one speaking to fallen frenzy, "what will be your next step, Emperor?" "This," said Riqsky dramatically. And throwing over his shoulder the Napoleonic ermine cape he had lately affected, he leapt to the parapet and stepped proudly off into space. The reporters, peering over the roof top 400 stories above the Loop, watched the late Emperor of Chicago dropping with the speed of an express elevator. . and did you know tltat in 1907 Hans Wagner batted .357?' 14 THE CHICAGOAN TI4E CHICAGOAN 15 THEY CALL HIM KING An Intimate View of the Man Behind the Cubs By WARREN BROWN A MAN sits in a ball park box, smoking a pipe, and watches baseball throughout the summer after noons. A man, invariably in golf togs, meets each noon-day arrival of the S. S. Catalina at Avalon in winter and early spring. No heroic figure, this; not one to be singled out of the occupants of the ball park box, nor yet to attract the gaze of incoming passengers from among the stragglers on the Avalon pier. A plain, every day sort of a person who might have paid his way into the ball park, who might be just another tour ist, but who actually happens to be the owner of the ball park, the owner of the club that plays upon it, the owner of Avalon and the island on which it is located, the owner of the steamship line through which it may be reached, the owner, director, backer, and cer tainly the moving spirit of some fifty- nine, or maybe it's sixty-three corpora tions, from Catalina to cabs, from baseball to bird farms, from hotels to hangars, from gum to ghost writers. The man is William Wrigley, Jr. ON the island of Catalina, his own domain, for all his interests from Coast to Coast, for all his residence? in Chicago, in Pasadena and elsewhere, they call him "King." Scratch the surface of almost any American endeavor, be it business, be it sport, be it politics, and invariably you'll come up with a touch of Wrig ley, or the aroma of crushed mint leaves. But in the race for the pen nant of his heartiest interest, arc tied, I believe, the Cubs and Catalina. (There is no purpose served here, I am sure, in chewing over the commodity on which the bulk of the Wrigley for tune is founded.) On the course of his life the break ing of seventy, they say, has been or is about to be accomplished. And yet this man, who has seen all and has done most of it, retains the enthusiasm of youth. He purchased the isle of Santa Catalina, the story runs, with out having seen it. Given his wish to day he would see nothing else but his isle of Catalina — unless, of course, his William Wrigley, Jr. Cubs were playing a ball game else where. He was offered the island at a price, which, I suppose, is his own business. As a sidelight on the man, let it be said that he countered at once with the suggestion that the price was $500,000 t(X) much. The deal was closed at his revised figure. Since that time he has put into the isle of Catalina that $500,000 and many more $500,000's than this modest financial reporter cares to contemplate. He was offered, a few years ago, a price for the isle of Catalina that would have netted him a profit of more than $2,000,000 over the total investment. He wasn't even interested. Since then, no doubt, he has expended that $2,- 000,000, perhaps more, in the develop ment of his kingdom. HE has built dams on the island. He has built roads upon it. He ha« ' ".. upon it a golf course that is beyond a doubt the world's most pic turesque, and twice that pesky. He has built a casino, the like of which is to be found nowhere else, be it on isle or on mainland. Let me write, hastily, that there are none of the de lights of a Monte Carlo, or an Agua Caliente, in this casino. The King is funny that way. He has built into that casino — they dance there, compliments of the King — a motion picture palace comparable with the dreams of a Balaban, a Katz, a Sid Grauman, or a Roxy. And he had built, almost as soon as he could get around to it, a ball park in which his Cubs might train in the springtime. And this ball park's surface, in size and in its infield and outfield stretches, finds no better example of the ground- keeper's art in all the big league terri tory from Boston to St. Louis. The King, one's observation discov ers, is an organizer, and content to let his organization function, just as long as it does function. A cessation of efficiency will find the regal robes flung hastily on the floor of the throne room, for the King will be out in overalls, working where there is work to be done. AS becomes a King, Wrigley likes i to win. But he is not a bad loser. Perhaps this trait is exemplified more in his dealings with the Cubs than in the life and customs of Cata lina, for that domain has won through long since to a place wherein the slogan tells, more truthfully than slo gans generally do: "In all the world, no trip like this." Since he became the owner of the Cubs, great things have been accom plished for baseball on the North Side of Chicago. One of the King's early moves was the securing of a president. He found him in William L. Veeck, who knew not only his baseball but those who play and direct it. Wrigley made no mistake in Veeck and Veeck has made no mistakes for Wrigley. The search for a manager was more of a task, perhaps, than the furnishing of the inhabitants of Catalina with fresh water — and the story goes that, before the accession of the King, drinking water had to be toted over from the mainland. The King dammed that, in a hurry. The manager he found in Joe Mc Carthy, and in the fourth year of a steady climb from the basement of the National League, in which the Cubs reposed when the new manager took hold of them, the Cubs crashed through to a championship. All that 16 THE CHICAGOAN / fi»* , mfy i - " " ^ b§ y Ear ever to the heart of his adopted City, Henry Jordan of Hanover, protege of Victor Haveman of Old St. Petersburg — both Chicagoans now, than\ you — files this report of a visit to the budding Wabash Avenue bridge. time the King sat in his box, smoking his pipe, when baseball was being played. Other club owners have placed a finger, often a whole hand, in the running of their ball clubs. Not the King. IN the season of 1928 the Cubs looked as if they might win a pen nant. They failed and Wrigley 's dis appointment was keen. They needed one more player. The exchequer took care of that. The Cubs won in 1929, but they were humbled in the world's series. Again the King was disappointed, but his disappointment was his own. No squawk. No loud wailing. Just a display of determination that such a thing wouldn't happen again. In all that time, the published views of Wrigley on his ball club would not have covered the flopping brim of the style of millinery fancied by Judge Landis. McCarthy was running the Cubs. He was running the Cubs with the complete endorsement of the King. He had run the Cubs in such fashion that the gate receipts for the season set a new record in baseball. Mc Carthy, therefore, was a man after the King's own heart. He could run the Wrigley baseball; he could talk the Wrigley baseball. He was bound to win with the Wrigley baseball. A hard man to interview, the King? Not all all. Each winter, when he hies himself homeward to the isle of Catalina and stops off for breath at Los Angeles, the King is front page material. They quote him, invariably, "William Wrigley, Jr., owner of the Los Angeles club." Yes, he owns that, too. 10% Long Skirts I do not paint because you think That ladies mouths should all be pink And pure of spurious colour which May turn a drab into a witch, But nonetheless seems not quite nice. I scorn a cocktail more than twice, And never touch a cigarette Because you like me smokeless ... yet Be not too vain at this demure Transition, since it is not your Desire, so much as fashion's banner Which renovates my type and manner! —DOROTHY DOW. THE CHICAGOAN 17 ROY D. KEEHN: Prominent attorney in private life and Major General command ing the 33rd Division of the Illinois Na tional Guard; volunteer in the Spanish American war and Major Judge Advocate on the staff of General J. Franklin Bell in the last one; under his command of three years the guardsmen have been gainers with the capacious artillery and rifle range at Rockford, the 124th Field Artillery armory in Washington Park and the Black Horse Troop of the 106th Cavalry as proof; cham pions draft horses as not yet done for and raises Clydesdales on his farm west of Lake Forest. DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN: Outspoken editor of the Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia, author, newspaper writer and lecturer on the his tory or medicine; roundly scoring fads, fallacies' and fakery in his profession and believing in the vis medicatrix naturae doc trine; rapping mass machine methods for the ailing and urging a budget-the-doctor, pay-in-advance for your illness basis; just now to the fore with his hugely en tertaining book, Doctors and Specialists. DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS A Sequence of Portraits CYRENA VAN GORDON: Princess prima donna of the Chicago Civic Opera Company and wife of another prominent Chicagoan, Dr. Shirley Bogart Munns; studied under Mmc. Louis Dotti and dis covered by Campanini; possessing a mezzo soprano voice of such gorgeous capacity that it can translate even awkward and un inspired phrases into rich melody; statuesque in style and brilliant in temperament; hav ing fine presence and dramatic sense to an unusual degree; the quality of her voice and her natural magnetism have impressed audiences in Chicago and elsewhere; well adapted to heroic roles, she has scored with Venus, Amneris, Azucena and other parts; gifted in beauty of face as well as of voice, she is one of the Town's eminent posses sions. | \ , ft ml CLARENCE S. DARROW: Who has yelled for personal liberty for seventy years while snapping his irreverent blue suspenders before the bar and other audi ences; lauded and magnified as a criminal attorney with many famous cases to his credit though censured and charged with every disrespect for the law; advocate of human rights, friend to the Negro, de fender of science, religionist in his own unique way; fighting blue laws, believing that prohibition is an unmitigated evil, many expect to see him fall, any time now, under Heaven's wrath; he marches on. LLOYD LEWIS: Indiana farm boy who became press agent for actresses, evan gelists, steamboats, authors and movie theaters; a realist who revolted against propaganda and wrote Myths After Lincoln the first rational examination of Lincoln's ' deification; co-author with Henry Justin Smith of Chicago; The History of Its Reputation; raises sheep in the Rocky Mountains and collects hill-billy songs at Lyon H Healy's; a Quaker who writes Civil War military criticism for The Ameri' can Mercury; now metamorphized into dramatic critic for The Daily News. 18 THE CHICAGOAN A STUDY IN NIGHT LIFE The spinning year brings across a hot horizon, by the magic of Victor Haveman's multiple exposure, quic\ glimpses of a season budding to adorn the ebon lapel of smart Chicago. THE CHICAGOAN 19 THE GAMBLE IN BACKGAMMON An Analysis of the Risks, Odds and the Livelier Prospects By DR. O. E. VAN ALYEA PEOPLE have always gambled and always will. It is an innate human characteristic, as natural as breathing. From the time our primitive ancestors first gave up their gypsy meanderings and settled down to seriously till the soil, build communities, and become good Rotarians, there have been gambling games for those so inclined. Long before that time, when people traveled around in tribes, and knocked about from place to place following the game trails, there must have been some form of amusement for their spare time. There has been some talk of an odd-or-even game being played in those days, and here might well have been the origin of some of our present day dice games. Nowadays, gambling is prevalent in some form or other in most countries, and some of the smaller governments are actually supported by their weekly drag from the national lottery. All of the citizens buy tickets for these lot teries and eagerly await the Sunday morning drawing which is about the most important thing in their lives. In our own country the urge to gamble makes itself known at an early age, when we start playing marbles for keeps. Later on it crops out again when, as school boys far removed from the protection of the home fire side, we are let in on the mysteries and thrills of penny ante. AS adults most of us have some pet L form of gambling, whether we choose to admit it or not. There are various degrees of addiction. Some have a passion for roulette or the pari- mutuels, while others prefer an eve ning of contract in the quiet environ ment of the home. There are also those people, who wouldn't think of laying a small bet on a card game, who take chances every day in a busi ness way and who occasionally find themselves up to their necks in the stock market. Games requiring great mental out lay, such as chess and contests of skill and physical prowess, furnish very little opportunity for the bookmaker. It is true that much money may change hands as a result of a golf match or a football game, but the bet ting is incidental to the game. Games, however, which depend largely upon luck, the spin of a wheel, or the turn of a card, arc naturally associated with gambling, and are insipid things at their best without it. Bridge played for fun is a stupid form of amusement and much less interesting than a ses sion with a jigsaw puzzle. Mah Jong, without some stake, would be an in ferior game to dominoes. Certainly players of this game do not go through the process of building walls merely to satisfy a creative or artistic urge, or an inherent lust for carpentry. The present popularity of backgam mon is due largely to its betting pos sibilities, which have but recently been developed. The plays are depen dent upon the throws of dice and the better dice shaker usually wins. The equipment of the modern game is not complete without a cube of wood known as the doubling block, on which are the numbers 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, and 64; one on each of the six faces. The game starts at a single unit, and may be doubled alternately by the players as they seem to be in the ascendency. Very few games go through to the end without at least one double, and often the block re ceives four or five turns before the winner is decided. THE automatic double, at the be ginning of a game, wherein each player tosses the same number on the comeout, has been known to push the stake up to sixty-four units. In some communities this double is limited to two or three turns. One other double favors the winner. He wins a double game with a double of the entire stakes if he succeeds in the complete removal of all of his men from the board before his adversary is able to get his men over the bar and his first one off. Backgammon is an ideal betting game in that it protects the more con servative from the disasters usually associated with roulette or crap shoot ing. In this game a player reserves the right to forfeit a game rather than play for doubled stakes. By this means a person playing in bad luck is often allowed to slide out of a tough spot with a small loss. Need less to say, the luckier player may win more games and still lose money at backgammon, if he fails to grasp the finesse associated with the doubling block. One or two good plays at the beginning of a game should not neces* sanly justify a double, for this ad vantage may be short-lived if the opponent should cast out double sixes or double ones, or dice of equal im portance. Large numbers early in the game is not an indication for a double; too many high shakes bunched to gether may hopelessly ruin a player's board. The first objective is natu rally one's bar point and the points nearby. Should these be attained ahead of the adversary, other things being equal, the doubling block might be given a turn with reasonable as surance of success. This is especially so if the opponent's last two men are still loitering in the inner board, or if he is floundering about trying to make his first point. IN case of a runaway game, that is after the men have passed each other and are headed for home with 20 THE CHICAGOAN all possible speed, a careful analysis of the situation will reveal the probable winner. In this stage the game should not be doubled on the strength of a high dice possibility, for the adver sary is just as apt to shake high dice, and may then in turn redouble the stake after he has put the game on ice. There are occasions when a game is hopelessly lost and a double game is in sight. At such a time the loser would welcome a double of the stake by his opponent, as he could then forfeit the game for a reasonable fee and at the same time gracefully crawl out of this double game danger zone. If, how ever, this player who is so far behind occupies two or more points in his adversary's inner board, he is justified in accepting a double. The chances are more than even that he will pick off a blot or two before his adversary is able to jump all of his men over the bar and off the board. In this man ner the game may be entirely read justed. This type of play is known as the back game, and requires spe cial technique for gratifyingly perfect play. Occasionally a player decidedly at an advantage may be reluctant to double for fear his opponent may for feit the game. Later perhaps the los ing player may have an encouraging shake or two of the dice. Then he may be doubled successfully, although still far behind. He has come up rapidly and perhaps he thinks this is the rate of speed he will travel throughout the remainder of the game. In throwing off with practi cally even sides the game often takes on considerable life and the doubling becomes fast and furious. This is due to the rapidly shifting advantage and the desire of each player to move in on what seems to be a set up. The refusal of a double often re quires courage. Some players are in clined to pass up single unit games but are willing to accept the wood in games which they have previously doubled. They fight with their backs against the wall and refuse to give up a game which they think is rightfully theirs. Then there are players who accept all doubles, even the hopeless ones, because of a peculiar bull-dog personality which prevents a graceful acceptance of defeat. Many hang on for the same reason that they play long shots at the races, while others simply believe in fairies. AN experienced player is given to i conservatism in betting. He handles the wood with care. In an even game he awaits patiently a double from his opponent. This car ries with it the added handicap of an increase in the stake and the next turn at the block. The game has suddenly assumed double the importance with out any cost to him. He is now placed in the unique position of being able to redouble if he has a fair amount of luck. In this case the op ponent may he called upon to cither forfeit a doubled game or carry on with a redoubled stake and a remote possibility of success. Obviously a player has no control over the dice. He accepts them as they come out of the box, whether they bnng him joy or disappointment. He may, how ever, so maneuver the doubling block as to make the most of his opportuni ties. A clever player will oft-times lose the inevitable small games and win the large ones, thereby offsetting in a measure the uncontrollable gtxx] luck of his opponent. Two types of players arc always welcome around a backgammon game They are those who always double early and those who never refuse a double. Occasionally these two char acteristics arc combined in one per son. He is a great find for the game and is in constant demand. He plays well enough and thinks backgammon is quite simple and probably wonders why he always finds himself in sec ond place when the chips are cashed in. NOTE: This is the third of a series of or tit Its by Dr. Van A I yea on the game that has caught so rwi- phatically the interest of the smart world. Preceding articles appeared in the May •; and July $ issues. A LETTER Paging Mr. Andrews Could you favor me with the ad dress of the Robert D. Andrews who writes so scathingly of the near north side in your last issue? I am a real estate bnikcr and am quite sure I could fix Mr. Andrews up with a lo cation in which he would find himself much happier. I have in mind a quiet little dwelling in a fine residential sec tion, complete with an octagonal brick front, near-brick sides and back, golden oak floors, a fireplace with an electric imitation fire in it, and a small plot of lawn which Mr. Andrews could mer rily cut and water through the long evenings instead of having to listen to discussions of the libido. It has a bathtub for making his own beer, too, so that he will know it's healthy (Icx'al locution) and will not have to come in contact with the con versational grind involved in dealing with hxrtlcggers and bootleggees as a gn>up. I can heartily recommend the neigh bors in this environment to Mr. An drews. They never go barefoot or wear mules. Without exception the women arc clad in marked-down ver sions of a wholesale adaptation of a third-rate designer's copy of a Patou model, which they buy with much bickering on their infrequent trips to the Loop. I doubt if Mr. Andrews would be offended by the sight of a single smock, doublet, Russian blouse, sport shirt, set of shorts, beret or batik scarf in the entire neighborhood. Such conversation as Mr. Andrews would find in this environment would hardly bother him at all. The firmly and uncompromisingly married couples residing on every hand would scarcely talk about anything except the prices of tire* and towels, the meanness of the children's teacher, how to fight the flies in summer and the inherent su periority of their huddle of stores and churches to that of every other huddle of stores and churches in Chicago. Most of the time, I could guarantee that they would be sunk in that sullen silence which typifies the American suburbanite at work and play. No Nile green lingerie, no quotations from DaVinci, no poses before Arab screens, no tea with lemon, no case 219 and ab solutely no sex, except on fences. How ever, they would let him talk. About his writing. About his troubles. About where he thinks the great American novel will come from. About sand wiches and the tnnible with acting in these days and demonology and two pianos and how would you figure out a detective story that starts like that and Canal Street gin and him. And him. And him. Won't you put me in touch with Mr Andrews at once? Yours cordially, A. McKjnstry, NOTE: Letters addressed to Mr, Andrews at the editorial of fices of The Chicago Daily News reach him So will this one. TMECUICAGOAN 21 TOWN TALK The Keporter, Mr. Insull, and Other Urbanities — A Nervous Onion Maker Buying Lulu— Mr. Bennett Demands 100 Anvils — More French and Western Stories— Our Lively Literati *A Daisy for Caesar IT was an important occasion, but the reporter had prepared for it; stepping bravely into the august drawingroom as one who is on honey fed and drunk with the dew of paradise, he selected with great care a daisy from a vase of flowers, strode gallantly across the yielding carpet and inserted the daisy with an air of triumph in Mr. Samuel Insull's buttonhole. Other and greater guests shuddered at the reporter's effrontery, but our civic Caesar smiled benignantly and proved, once more, his imperial power to master any situation. Said Mr. In sull to the reporter [Francis Coughlin tells us]: "I am always glad to receive favors from gentlemen of the Press." At this point, if we were staging the allegory, a concealed string orchestra would break into the appreciative strains of a Beethoven minuet. Rebuke JUST another instance illustrating that Chicago's motto is really Tow jours la Politesse: this ourself over heard behind us on an I. C. electric car. Loud, clear childish voice. — Do you HATE trains? SUDDUED MATERNAL VOICE. — No. Child. — Do you LOVE trains? Mother. — Yes, I like trains. Child. — Would you KISS a TRAIN? Mother. — Don't be silly. Child— HA, HA. WOULD YOU KISS A TRAIN? Mother. — Don't talk so loud, you're not in New York now. \/n Our Newest Author LIKE most people who knew Lorcn , Carroll, we were rather astonished when he suddenly published a novel about Chicago gangland. It was as if a rabbit had suddenly broken loose with a machine gun. Lorcn is, or was, a quiet young man in a quiet depart- By RICHARD ATWATER ment of a quiet newspaper, his duty being to write of how AM Ref Sug closed today with a slight break of Yi after week-end profit-taking; after which Lorcn was supposed to spend a quiet evening reading a quiet book by Dostoievski. And then, with no notice whatever, he exploded into public consciousness with a Wild Onion. "How does it feel," we asked Mr. Carroll, "to be an author for the first time?" Mr. Carroll told us he felt much the same as he always had except that the extra labor had left him in a some what nervous condition. He spent a year, after office hours, on his book; during which he held firm, despite all temptations, to the idea of confiding to nobody that he was Writing a Novel; a Spartan inhibition which, we should think, would leave anybody in a some what nervous condition. "If you had $4,000 and were un married," the author now asked us, "would you think it was crazy to take a year off and travel, say in the South Sea Islands?" We answered this query with cheers of envy and reminded Loren not to overlook the particular isle, lately dis covered by Robert Casey, whose in habitants respond to a census of 186 ladies and 4 gentlemen. "I am fascinated," commented Mr. Carroll, "on the possibilities in plot con struction in the novel. I know abso lutely nothing about it. If I knew as much about novel construction as Ford Madox Ford, I would walk down Michigan boulevard in my underwear wearing a coalscuttle for a hat." This statement closed the interview as by this time we were both of us in a somewhat nervous condition. "Bought for $500 OUR next scene from real life is a scene showing two suburban ladies (from different suburbs) on a davenport. They have not seen each other for some time. One of them is silent (and there's a novel idea in itself) during the following conversation: "Lulu has left us O didn't I tell you about Lulu she was the colored girl we bought for five hundred dollars ha ha well last year we advertised for a maid and this woman came my dear she wanted five hundred dollars right away it seemed she had a house they were going to foreclose on and five hundred dollars would fix her up and she would work it out. It was just like buying a slave and finally we gave her the five hundred dollars and Lulu came to work for us but my dear every so often she had to go to Benton Harbor to visit her husband from whom she had been divorced twelve years before and since he had been remarried and divorced again and still she had to go and see him every so often my dear can you imagine it after twelve years of being divorced. Well a couple of months ago Lulu got news he had died and we have not seen Lulu since but we are getting back the one hundred dollars she still hadn't worked out as we heard from a lawyer Lulu intends to pay us when the estate is settled and anyway the new maid who is a friend of Lulu's uses fewer eggs my dear Lulu used to buy four dozen eggs every three days and you know neither Bill or I eats eggs I think Lulu must have eaten eggs four times a day and our grocery bills are twenty a month cheaper now. My dear this friend of Lulu's says Lulu is just one of the old Southern aristocracy. . ." vn Concertissimo 4 4/^U, Mr. Balaban, Oh, Mr. V-^ Balaban," we can imagine Mr. Katz whispering to a fabled part ner during the Tribune music festival at Soldier Field; whereupon Mr. Bala ban doubtless replied, "Sublimi feriam sidera vertice, Mr. Katz." So far as we know, it was the first time in the history of man that the Hal lelujah chorus was sung by 4,000 voices with real searchlights; it proved to 150,- 000 awed citizens tV»at one must get farther than an eighth of a mile away 22 U4E CHICAGOAN II lit 111 GEN ON P/1 FROM THE I EXHIBIT AT DUDENSING ( . J. Bulliet Marguerite Williams Richard Henry Little Llewellyn Jones J. Z. J a cob son from a coloratura soprano if you wish to miss her prize-winning syllabic screams; and James O'Donnell Bennett was enabled to describe the sound of thirty anvils beaten by brawny smiths in leather aprons as a "nuance." The June Provines World's Greatest Nuance, we should have thought; but it seems it was a lost one at that, Mr. Bennett recommending one hundred anvils next time as the proper accompaniment for the noted chorus. The extra seventy anvils, we suppose, would add a sou peon to the nuance of thirty. We're also glad to learn the "Greek temple" that is by ordinary day a Field Museum proved to be an ideal "sound ing board" for the 1812 Overture with Artillery and Rockets. Our only re gret is that Phidias and Tschaikowski weren't there, in person, to see what 34 newspapers can do with art for art's sake as their goal. Tschaikowski, at least, would have loved it, and Phidias agreed that Pelion had at last really been piled on Ossa. The inventor of the bombalom box, the bulldad and the squickle bows in abashed tribute to the larger powers of this civic super-music. II 'ilk some daring, and with two omission miniature the artist's swift suggestions of ft the Town's most pointed paragraphs. The later, by the work of an Eastern artist nanM The Purest Pleasure 44\ A /RITING 'Notes of the V V Week' is perhaps one of the purest pleasures life offers an intelli gent, cultivated man. You encourage or you rebuke nations. You point out how Russia has erred and Germany taken your hint of the week before last. You discuss the motives of statesmen and warn bankers and colossal business ad venturers. You judge judges. You have a word of kindly praise or mild con tempt for the foolish multitude of writ ers. You compliment artists, sometimes left-handedly. The little brawling Cor respondents play about your feet, writ ing their squabbling, protesting letters, needing sometimes your reproving pat. Every week you make or mar reputa tions. Criticizing everybody, you go uncriticized . . ." We hope you enjoyed this selection, ladies and gentlemen, as much as we did up here in the studio. It is from H. G. Wells' The Autocracy of Mr. Parham. Mr. Parham, besides want ing to run a department apparently something like Town Talk, believed ro mantically in the esthetics of oil paint ing and in the glory of war. As a militarist, Mr. Parham is very thor oughly annihilated by Mr. Wells by the end of the bu>k [Clifford Raymond please note], leaving the disturbing im plication that Mr. Wells also has none ttx) high an opinion of the romance of art critics and editorial writing in gen eral. What a columnist H. G. Wells TMC CHICAGOAN 23 RMA SELZ WALDEN- GALLEKY 4shton Sterols s zve'll say nothing about, we present in ces above the typewriters whence emanate Selz exhibit is to be augmented, a little Peter Arno. would have made, if columns could be 300 pages long! Storm C*OME evening I shall \iss your A*-/ blood-red mouth And lay my chcel{ ugdi?ist your marble one, And wonder how you came from out the south So cool, and yet more brilliant than the sun. Surely those mad white hands were made for love And surely that .smooth white throat for passion's cry. Feel the wind blow cold, and loo\ above. What rides before the clouds that mar the s\y? Something whispers that the time has come, And yet my speech lies stillborn in my brain. My heart that had a song is now grown dumb. The wind is hushed. I smell the com ing rain. The lightning rips the s\y in three white ways. J^ow your blood-red mouth shall \now my \iss. I turn to you- and find us in a maze Of friendship. And I hear the light ning hiss. JEANNE DELAMARTER. Eleanor Jewctl hrancis ( . Coughlin Out // rhere the Jest Begins TWO short Western Stories, clipped by Antonia from the Steamboat Pilot of Steamboat Springs, Colorado, in chronicle of a tranquil week in that interesting suburb. No. 1 "Jack Corson, prominent Snake river cattleman, was locked up in the Baggs bastile Friday by Town Marshal Tom Kendall. The prisoner proved to be a desperate character and several depu ties had to be sworn in to help get him behind the bars. "However, he only remained in con finement but a few hours, as his wife, who was an accomplice, managed to elude the vigilance of the jailers and set him at liberty by breaking the lock on the cell door. "After some investigation was made it was found that the only crime he St. John Tucker J dines Weber Linn Richard Atwater lowed to go their way in peace." . . . No. 2 "R. R. Harrington believes there was guilty of was getting married, and were certain incorrect statements in a after setting up the treats in a mag- recent article published in this paper nanimous fashion the culprits were al- regarding his family troubles. He says 24 TUECMICAGOAN it is not fair to say he left hurriedly for parts unknown, as many people knew he was going to Grand Junction and it was not with any knowledge that Mrs. Sylvia Harrington was arriving the next day." zA Puzzling Roumanian Custom THOSE with a knowledge of the Roumanian language would confer a favor on the rest of us if they would advise whether, in a recent movietone news reel of King Carol being greeted by his merry countrymen, the merry countrymen were cheering or booing the happy monarch. The native royal salute that we distinguished most fre quently in this amusing film sounded like nothing but "Boola! Boola!" We want to know if it means "Long Live the King" or "Why Doesn't He Go to Yale?" zAdd Frenchmen in Chicago DEAR Riq: It was my friend Cas par-Jordan who tied up Canal street (by the way, the speakeasy has since closed its doors, and he thinks perhaps he scared the boys out of busi ness). But it was his friend, M. Joe London, who really proved the French are bad medicine for Chicago. The papers missed one on London. He's crime reporter for the Paris Journal, the author of half a dozen suc cessful books, the most famous crime specialist in France — worth half a dozen visiting French editors . . . Anyhow, he was with Bundcscn the other day when the flash came on the Joyce murder. He went there in the coroner's car — a small, pecring-eyed, slightly hunched man with a sharp nose. He walked right in with Bundescn, and the lady, thinking, I suppose, he was a copper, said "Close that door and keep those terrible reporters out." So the little Frenchman did just that. Then over came the homicide squad chief and asked the Frenchman for his opinion, on the assumption he was a visiting criminologist. Meanwhile, outside the door were Chicago's ace reporters, in cluding John Drury, who was supposed to be showing the Frenchman how Chi cago handles crime. After it was all over, the little man opened the door and went out to the waiting reporters and gave them the dope. He says Chicago reporters are very wonderful fellows. Am I wrong, or does he belong in the Gallery of Im mortals along with his French friend? — Bob Andrews. O-Min Golf YOU can't get away from it: the children have even built one of their own under our south window, placarded as the Baby Grand Golf Course: Children Three Cents, Adults Five. It hasn't bothered us as much as we expected; there are indeed a lot of childish battles over whose turn it is to play now, but nothing wc really had to go outdoors to settle except the time Doris (perhaps under the impression the miniature golf course was also an Aus tin racetrack) fell off her bicycle into Hole Number Five. The damage has since been repaired, and if Ashton Ste vens is going to make it a habit to play midget golf on the south side on alter nate Tuesdays, we recommend the Baby Grand course as the only one wc know of where the gallery will follow him around on bicycles. The craze continues elsewhere, and we especially like Guy Lombardo's idea of building a course out of discarded musical instruments. An extinct accor dion, half buried in wild roses, should make an ideal bunker and it would cer tainly be fun to hole the festive golf ball into the mouth of a real tuba. No report has yet come from the poolroom trust as to how much dwarf golf has cut into pocket billiard profits; but wc suspect the pool -table makers arc even now boring extra holes into their wares and warping the green tops into fasci nating curves, to take care of the indoor winter trade. Little more remains to be done in perfecting equipment for the outdoor game, and the Ideal Course should be ready by Hallowe'en. Employing hap hazards instead of hazards, it will be laid out something like this: Hole No. 1— One of Jack Zuta's safety deposit boxes, and choose your own alibi for the bunker. Hole No. 2.— The idea here is to put Mr. Dick Little into the scat of an Austin car. Hole No. 3. — A tin cup suspended in a balloon over Lake Michigan. Hole No. 4. — The right hand pocket of Mayor Thompson's suit, the hap hazard in this case being to locate the Mayor. Hole No. 5. — An interesting putt through the Illinois Tunnel System. For this hole the usual golf ball is ex changed for a mechanical mouse, with 16 live cats for haphazards. Holes Nos. 6-9 inclusive. — If the player is still undeterred he may punch the remaining holes for himself in any dgarstand punchcard. Portrait of a Scandinavian Beauty Paint her m colors, and you will soon fmd That you have caught a portrait that wdl stand Against the canvases of any land. She was horn to he modest, to be blind To her own beauty, and to be above The customary anodynes of love. She has the baffling beauty of the hills. She needs to be alone. She would be fairer If she were not a saddened burden- bearer. Yet there is something in the way she fills Our busy office with reflected light Would ma\e us sad were she to quit tonight. Norman Strand. »#« Local Touches THE criminal in Tiffany Thayer's Thirteen Men struck a chord in G in at least one reader's suppressed de sires when he explains he killed the five actors on the stage because three of them were harmony sisters, one was a tap dancer and the other sang Laugh, CJoum, Laugh. We were also quite interested when Mr. Thayer has his murderer advise one and all not to read a certain dozen books lest they become likewise; these twelve including three by Ben Hccht, Mark Twain's Mys terious Stranger, and Alice in Wonder land . . . Then there's Harry Stephen Keeler's new Chicago mystery novel, The Green Jade Hand. On page 68 the young lady decides to put an advertise ment in "all the evening papers." "From the Daily Hews," writes Mr. Keclcr, "she drove in turn to the Eve ning Journal, the Times and the Evening American." If it helps any, the author times his story in 1931. And now that the press is mentioned again, a recent Herald and Examiner surprised this rememberer of John Alexander Dowic's patriarchal silver TI4t CHICAGOAN 25 beard when it announced, "Mrs. Dowie has assumed a strategic position by pur chasing Shiloh home. . . . The home not only includes six bathrooms finished off in marble but is the spiritual center of the Zion faith. It was in these same bathrooms that Zion's founder and first prophet shaved." . . . Proceeding always from the sublime to the ridiculous, we also note that The Fair had a puzzling ad in The Tribune in which its rayon scantiwear was char acterized as well-made and non-resist ing; while an anonymous philanthropist announced in the same edition that he "Will pay reasonable charge for squir rel shooting privilege on your property. Answer, giving full particulars." in No Story SOMEBODY happened to mention Sam Putnam's Mercury article of about five years back, an article which put the bee on Chicago writers, if you remember, by showing that the only ones who had made good on Broadway had left Chicago, or something like that. Recalling vaguely that the climax of this article had been two parallel lists, one of the distinguished emigres and one of the remaining but valueless authors, we wondered if an article might not be timely about those on this latter list who had since opened sump tuous bank accounts in Hollywood, like Gene Markey and Bartlett Cor- mack, done something of sizable im portance like Lloyd Lewis or at least dashed off a couple of best sellers like MacKinlay Kantor. Well, sir, John Drury said he would loan us his old copy of that Mercury, and it ruined our article. The pro phetic Mr. Putnam had not included these names on his rollcall at all! As writers, at that time in Chicago, they were as non-existent to Putnam as Edgar Rice Burroughs, Ashton Stevens, Harry Stephen Keeler, and James Weber Linn. Sam also overlooked Jane Addams, Mary Hastings Bradley, Edgar J. Goodspeed, Lorado Taft and Albert A. Michelson, who are said to be in the Society of Midland Authors' directory. We looked in vain, too, for Frederick Starr, Forest Ray Moulton, Frank Lloyd Wright, Dorothy Aldis, Horace J. Bridges, Robert Ballou, Morris Fish- bein and quite a few others. In his list of Chicago emigres of consequence he didn't have Howard V. O'Brien, then, we think, in Paris, or Ernest Hemingway, though Hemingway was later to do an introduction for Sam's translation of a French book which the customs office at New York lately thought worth suppressing. As if to make any future criticism of his article utterly impossible, Mr. Putnam had even omitted his own name (he was then living in Chicago) from his list. We are returning Mr. Drury 's copy of the article. We give it up. Buffalo WARDLO HUCK'S birthday party had completed its sculp tures in soap, and Glenn Clark, gazing thoughtfully at the assembled exhibit of ivory fish, squirrels, elephants, clocks and hula hirds, grew reminiscent about the buffalo farm he'd lately visited out Deadwood, South Dakota way. One who had had a vague idea that this aid to the nickel industry was now extinct was quite glad to hear the nar rator tell that "there are one or two hundred thousand buffalo in this farm. I saw the only living American who can tame a buffalo try to do it. He is a bosom friend of Calvin Coolidge." After a burst of laughter from the table Mr. Clark continued. "The method," he explained, "is to tie a buffalo to a post, fixed in concrete, and hit him on the nose with a 2x6 board. The buffalo always attacks. It takes two or three days of this to break a buffalo's spirit, and usually doesn't work anyway. Sometimes the 2x6 breaks and it often bounces several feet into the air. A buffalo can throw a horse and rider IS feet up. They're pretty wild." Mr. Huck turned to Mrs. Huck. "You see?" he reproved her. "I am a buffalo, and all these years you have been taking me for an Elk." IS* Loose Leaves CARROLL and Doris, in the bath tub, were suddenly surprised to find a third swimmer, a large and active spider. "What's that. Doris?" asked the littler one, always the student. "It's a present from Nature," explained Doris. . . . Hollywood was a little taken back, says Yank Taylor, to find the Amos and Andy partner with the big voice is not as large as a screen audience would expect; so they wigged, heeled and padded him into what they thought were the proper proportions. . . . Dashing Ann Mack of the Hews sport page giggled when she told she had refused a yacht ride from an admir ing bookmaker, begged off from his- following request to at least have din ner somewhere, and finally accepted a Coca Cola from the insistent swain. . . . One who hails re-opening of schools is the psychologist Boder. During vacation he had to feed his rats him self. . . . Chicagoan Special, offered "for those going to Canada" by Capt. R. W. Sanders and endorsed by William C. Boyden: 2^2 jiggers gin, 24 jigger Italian vermouth, V/z jig gers Jamaica rum, Yi jigger simple sirup, juice of one lemon. . . . It was Sanders who one fine August day drove out to Arlington in a Rolls Royce (a ten-year-old Rolls Royce, adds the Captain proudly) bearing a card he had somehow got from the Seneca chef reading "Please Admit 1 Waiter. Ike Ginsberg." . . . Robert Andrews has a new Chow dog he has named Riq. . . . Not to be outdone, D. E. Hobelman has christened his tomcat Tom Heflin. . . . Those smashing Zuta stories on the peach- colored paper have been Joe Ator's work, and Eddie Johnson, brisk brother of that hero in The Front Page, has followed Ator over to the majolica building. . . . The local plane passenger who gave the pilot ten dollars to let him touch the controls when landing was out ten dollars. The girl who was to meet him at the aviation field was twenty min utes too late to be impressed. . . . The client who visited New York and found a cooperative speakeasy run by a group of writers overlooked the news angle. Was, or wasn't it, laughingly called "The Press Club"? . . . Philip Davis now expects Ben Abramson to publish that book of verse with our startling introduction. . . . We can see no point to the otherwise tempting slogan, "The thinking fellow takes Aiello." . . . Keith Preston fans who recall S. L. Huntley's contributions about Dirty Shirt Mullins often wonder why Huntley changed it to Dirty Shirt Mulligan when he turned Mescal l\e into that delightfully robust comic strip. It was a delicate courtesy to Moon Mullins. Moon was first in the strip field, though Dirty Shirt preceded Moon in print. . . . You can see and hear Andre Skalski for twenty-five cents this winter, more if you insist. The leaves are beginning to fall . . . and it won't be long till the fall is beginning to leave. 26 TWEO-IICACOAN THE CINEMA Four Marx Brothers Are Enough By WILLIAM R. WEAVER FOUR Marx brothers are enough. At times, as the comic three of them congregate in sequences of Animal Crackers, two would be more than enough for cinema audiences back of the third row. What five or six such funny gentlemen would do to a play house packed with ear-straining human ity is too dreadful to consider. Out of which comes the brilliant suggestion that Groucho, Chico and Harpo be cast separately in as many pictures be tween each and every combined appear ance of the four. This would increase the number of really funny talking pic tures some three hundred per cent and that ought to appeal to producers who thrive on statistics. This struggle to hear a good comedy is becoming a major problem. It has been dealt with in Animal Crackers more successfully than in The Cocoa- nuts. The lightning Groucho has slowed his delivery to give spaces for laughter, but still the boys and girls from the ribbon counters carry their hysteria over from a joke they compre hend through three they do not. The only successful way of coping with the situation is by brow-beating an usher (they resent the footwork) into letting you sit in the front row. I'm told that Animal Crackers is less comic than The Cocoanuts and that may be true. But it is still true, too, that Groucho Marx is the funniest man in the world and his brothers in line crowd him for place and show. They perform as no other quartette, trio or team have ever performed and they dis' tribute their humor from cerebral to solar appeal as no one else has ever done. Whether they are better in one play than another, today or tomorrow, tomorrow or next year, is unimportant. They arc, at any time in anything at any place, the proper first duty of the seeker after humorous entertainment. <J)Core About Oakie YOU seldom come upon a less im portant plot than The Sap from Syracuse. None of the songs in it amounts to anything either. And the girl, the villain, the shifting cast and the points at issue are no more conse- qucntial. It is, of course, merely a background for Jack Oakie, an alibi for catching him at his work that seems like play, and that is all there is need for it to be. I've often doubted the judgment of the gentlemen who take charge of these lustrous young folk in their ascendency and place them, forthwith, in vehicles of no essential consequence. That is the way they killed Clara Bow. Buddy Rogers narrowly escaped a similar fate. Charles Farrcll and Janet Gaynor have had better fortune, principally because their pictures have been produced well in advance of exhibition and in igno rance of dawning popularity. At any rate, Mr. Oakie seems to get along about as well without a story as with one. Maybe he can keep it up; prob ably not. This time, however, he's well worth your time and you shouldn't miss him. Numbered Men AGAIN the gray-uniformed convicts I march up and down steel cor ridors, fulminate a riot, battle the guards, return to their cells leaving dead strewn about the scene and that is that. This time there's an honor sys tem involved, which the plot vindicates, and most of the murdering is done in the open. Aside from these departures, Numbered Men is a second and abridged edition of The Big House and that wasn't worth while either. Operetta Off Key IN case you cared for The Lady In Ermine when it was new and more or less piquant behind footlights, you may be interested but hardly enter tained by the cinema version captioned Bride of the Regiment. What may As last year in the flesh, so this year in the film do the incredible Brothers Marx pile pandemonium upon panic in their amazing Animal Crackers. The lady is Lillian Roth, who sings TWE CHICAGOAN 27 have been light, tuneful operetta, mod ern enough to create talk, has become in film a stupid and somewhat gross expanse of Technicolored trash. Walter Pidgeon sings the lead quite well enough, Vivian Segal gets a bit off the key now and then but retains her looks, and Ford Sterling, Louise Fazenda and Lupino Lane do what could be done for the comedy. The settings are no less than gorgeous. But the thing is not, finally, operetta, drama, nor good red movie. Don't bother about it. "Courage" |" HIS is a quite different kind of ¦ "mother picture." Belle Bennett is the star, as she has been of many a lesser effort in the same general direc tion, and there are seven able juvenile actors and actresses, not to mention a similar number of adults. The plot is free of the customary sentimcntalism and stronger for that reason. This mother is an up-to-date individual ac customed to the better things and cour ageous enough to fight for them when necessary, utilizing tools uncommonly employed by screen mothers and gain ing ends uncommonly gained. It is the third picture of the fortnight to see. Sxit Haines THE rambling recital entitled Way Out West just about closes the career of one William Haines. The pic ture is a badly scrambled scries of un related and uninteresting sequences having to do with cowboys, carnivals, sand storms and what not. Haines is busy with the wisecracking kind of humor that he used to pantomime for laughs and now somehow remains to utter for groans. There is not room in pictures for Jack Oakie and William Haines and so far as I'm concerned this is the exit for the latter. 'Detour THE thing displayed on a Chicago stage last season as The Little Accident is, for some reason we'll not go into, displayed on Chicago screens this year as The Little Accident. It is no less cause for attending other cine mas than it was last year for attending other playhouses. (Pardon for men tioning it.) [NOTE: TABLOID REVIEWS OF TALKING PICTURES DEALT WITH IN RECENT ISSUES ARE PUBLISHED, WITH BRIEF BUT POINTED ADVICES, ON PAGE 2 OF THIS ISSUE.] Theater In Time We quote an editorial in the August 30 issue of this magazine: "No Chicago theater season in easy memory has opened to better expectancy than this one. The only real risk to be considered is that the Town, deprived of stage entertainment these many weeks, may break down the theater doors in its anxiety to see the first good play that opens." A sage observation, sound in premise and conclusion, but we do not believe there is actual danger of violence to theater portals. Two years ago, yes, or three or a dozen; but Chicagoans have learned that there is no need for headlong exercises in behalf of their theater interests. The smart Chicagoan incurs no risk. He selects his entertainment in advance, dispatches word of his desire to THE CHICAGOAN Theater Ticket Service, and goes to the theater in time — no call for haste — to be comfortably in his chair as the curtain rises. He breaks down no doors; he clips a coupon. 1. Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of per formance for which tickets are desired. 2. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in cor rect amount payable to The Chicagoan [See page 2 for prices.] S. Application must be in writing; telephone orders cannot be ac cepted. Upon receipt of application The Chicagoan will effect reservation of seats and mail to applicant cer tificate entitling him to tickets when presented at the theatre box office after 8:00 P. M. on evening of per formance (2:00 P. M. if matinee.) It is suggested that applicants name a second choice of date for which tickets are desired in case Tm Chicagoan's supply of tickets for specified performance is exhausted before receipt of application. 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 ) $.. 28 rWECUICAGOAN Qt, THE AV£NU£ Mr. and Mrs. JACQUES S. POTTS have just arrived from abroad with a distin guished collection of Paris creations by re nowned coutouriers. These original models are now on view. The high ideals of "art in dress" that have in the past made JACQUES an establishment of re nown on two continents will be im pressed even more indelibly into the future with the gradual unfold' ment of new ideasjo^be instituted from time to time by Mr. ar.d Mrs Jacques S. Potts. CHICAGO Under sole ownership Jacques S. Potts Modes for Immediate Wear or Custom Tailored 545 Michigan Avenue, North THE STAGE What a Girl By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN THESE United States love a big rough girl. They don't come much bigger or much rougher than Mae West. She is to the drama what Texas Guinan is to the revue and night club, and like the Rabelaisian Texas, she passes out her own stuff. It is a tough, gusty, rowdy stuff, as frank as a bunch of drummers in a Pullman smoker, as subtle as a stave rudely applied to a well situated behind. If you are not too squeamish and aesthetic in taste, you may find it amusing. John Garrity and Sam Gerson found it impossible to provide sufficient seats for the howling mob of first nighters who vociferously welcomed the opening of Sex at the Garrick. Even the Duncan sisters, who dropped in for one act, had to be taken upstairs. Margie La Mont, Miss West's cur rent harlot, is a daughter of Diamond Lil. Margie is modern, slimmer, but her charms, no longer imprisoned by corsets, lose nothing in rich amplitude. B:)th gals walk with that slinky sway, both talk drawly and tough, both love with the same rapturous carnality. But the glamour of Diamond Lil loses in her present day counterpart. The forgot ten jargon, the variegated costumes and the beer drinking ribaldry of the old Everleigh Club days afforded more colorful background for Miss West's peculiar talents than the underworld of the post-war era. France and Johnny is a better song than a contemporary ditty called Sweet Man, sung to the same accompaniment of smoothly oscil lating hips. THE preliminary chatter as the curtain rises on this opera is be tween three gents who might be called by a short ugly word of four letters, if this were not a magazine that goes into the home. Rocky is business manager for Margie, a big hearted girl, hoping for a chance to rise to the top of her profession. Things are not going so well with the partnership, so Rocky (the dirty rat) lures a comic society dame of more years than discretion into the dump, drugs her, lifts her jewelry and leaves the mess on Margie's hands. As this happens in Montreal, there is not much for the poor girl to do but to follow the fleet. She might have done worse, for in this fleet is a brawny lieutenant, played by the personable Barry O'Neill. Mr. O'Neill seems as much at home in the shabby by-ways of life as he was in the genteel surround ings of Let Vs Be Gay. He is a bit unctuous, not much of an actor, but a handsome bird, calculated to furnish aortic spasms to the matinee trade. The fleet puts in at Trinidad. In true Hit the Dec\ fashion the sailors sing a few songs and find their land legs by a little clogging. Mae tops off the musical comedy interlude by sing ing her song, and then the plot is allowed to proceed. A clean young man falls in love with the soiled dove, a lofty spiritual love such as she had never experienced. You know the sort of thing. Here is where Old Man Probability is put under a terrific strain. No young man of the type represented, unless completely shortsighted and totally deaf could possibly mistake this gaudy blonde for a virgin of purest ray serene. However Back to Long Island and a society atmosphere which would be weird in Dubuque, Iowa. It requires no per spicacity to guess that the young lover's mother turns out to be the drugged lady of Act I. After some you-can't- do'this-to-my-boy stuff, after Margie seduces her fiancee (almost on the stage), after she has saved the erring mother from the blackmailing Rocky, the truth comes out. While we are actually on our way home, Miss West and Mr. O'Neill (the faithful lieu tenant) arc theoretically on their way to Australia to start life anew. If there is anything in the axiom that a re formed prostitute makes a great wife, I suppose it is all for the best. AS drama, Sex is clumsily contrived i hokum. The moral sobbing about the sorrows of sin is rubber-stamped, but the raw meat dialogue packs a punch. Miss West has the gift of in vective. When she calls a guy a yel low-bellied piece of cheese, she makes it stick. When she says she can handle a copper, you believe her. Love scenes —perhaps one should say lust scenes — are raw, but withal funny in their TUECUICAGOAN 29 J J J J LESCHIN ? \^soUecii( Ivance ton Whether your search leads you toward a clever coat or a new frock to stir the tedium of departing summer, you'll want to see what ""Leschin is showing" An entirely new environment on the second floor — remodeled smartly in the modern manner 318 MICHIGAN AVENUE, SOUTH \ I 30 TWECI-IICAGOAN WATCH YOUR HUSBAND Is the Price of Success beginning to tell? The path to achievement is lined with the headstones of men who couldn't stop work. In the hall of achievement are seated the men whose wives made them rest; demanded a surcease from the grind of modern business. A winter cruise via Red Stmt or White Star lines is ideal for rest, relaxation; for paving the way to new interest, new zest, new romance in life. The following cruises are packed with health and recreation. Around the Wor'd Red Star liner Belgcnland, most famous world cruising ship. 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Her yen to write, coupled with her obvious belief that the Amer ican public is happiest with its nose in a garbage can, deprives playgoers of the chance to see a sound actress do some interesting stuff. As indicated, Barry O'Neill is a right enough he-man for the male lead. Lyons Wick land looks bad as the guileless lover. Con sidering the utter sappiness of the part, one can not altogether blame him. Rocky the Rat gets conventional treat ment from Warren Sterling. I enjoyed Bertha Creighton as the preposterous society lady. She makes some bricks without straw. If you like your sex as a slug of raw whiskey, take a gulp of Sex. Mac West is a refreshing chaser. Gooseflesh THE body is gone! The knife is gone! The bloody stain is gone! The letters arc gone! In fact, Tlie House of Fear has gone the limit in shrieks, chills and shivers. Most of the show is played in the dark. What a boon for the Playhouse, to be able in these hard times to shelter a play for half the usual electric light bill! The drippings from a hundred thrillers have formed this stalagmite in the cave of the drama. There is the seance of The 1 5th Chair; the clutching hands of The Cat and the Canary: the detective in quisition of every mystery show on rec ord. It seems odd that with the vast output of readable novels in the realm of crime and mystification there are not more coherent and genuinely creepy plays in the fame field. Tm much reliance is placed on the shot and scream in the dark, on the old hack neyed apparitions. The Crime Club ought to extend its activities to the stage and work to raise the level of theatrical villainies. One q:)od shudder show a month would be a godsend to the public and a gold mine for the producers. The odds are all in favor of this class of entertainment. You may approach a sex problem with prejudice, a musical show with scepticism, hut practically everyone assumes a childlike receptivity at the prospect of vicarious horrors. It seems so easy. Let's all start our mys tery play tomorrow. I would be willing to wager that even the author could not report from memory what The house of Fear is all about. It unquestionably happens in a house, a convenient house full of trap. dixirs, secret passages, weird kopeks, ghostly ftxrtsteps and masked intruders, God knows there are dank and dastardly deeds afoot. Every time Madame Zita, a psychic dowager with a stock company warble, starts to in voke her spirit control, somebody gets it in the neck. The next time the lights arc out, tj^e corpse does a Houdini through a maze of fleeting skeletons, knives and hands. They f ooled me in one thing. A slick guy kept tweaking his mustache so suspiciously that I felt he must be the hero in disguise. Maybe he is. I must not be a renegade who sees and tells. Anyway, there were rough doings far into the night. If hopelessly addicted to hair-raisers and spine-ticklers, you may find this a way to pass the evening. THE cast contains an element of historic interest in the revival of Cecil Spumer, the long time stock fa vorite. She works like a horse to put over a personality plus in the role of a comic vaudeville artiste with Philo Vance sidelines. With indefatigable muggery she unlimbcrs an endless string of the stalest quips of the year. Whatever salary check she takes down from Lester Bryant each week, she cer tainly earns. Besides, she adds an addi tional element of mystery by stripping down in the final scene with all the assurance of one of Earl Carroll's shapeliest. Why does she do it? The solution of that problem is harder than the unraveling of the plot. Aside from Miss Spooner, the cast contains little of interest. The chief histrionic requirement for the acting of srxxjkeries is the ability to look scared to death. Easily the best trembler is one Gordon Westcott. He acts as though he had done it before. The apparently inevitable pansy is delicately minced by Edward Wenhold, unjustly suspected by a portion of the audience of being Little Laughing Eyes, the spirit control. A good word should be said for the property man, whose offstage noises were all that one could ask. Ditto for the electrician, whose eerie phantoms float all over the stage and the audience. This firecracker sputters, but never quite goes off. [NOTE: a i.istinc or current I't.AYS. SUCH AS THEY ARK, IS PUB LISH I'D ON PACE TWO.] TWE CHICAGOAN 31 »»»»a*»»»<H>»***»*»<H»»»*»»»«»»»»«»»»»»««»»» »»»»•»»•»»»•»»»»?»«?»»?»»»»»*» COSTS as little as reading the other fellow's paper Kitchenette Model Electrolux has 4 cu. ft. of food space; makes 36 large ice cultes. Over-the-shouldkr readers may not realize that their insidious habit saves them enough each day to pay the operating cost of an Electrolux. Impossi ble? No — it's so. 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'tide Park Dearborn cfalve ffixty Worth S)ear6orn^hrkwayat^btd» Phone Whitehall 5620 BOOKS An Inside Story By SUSAN WILBUK THE other day a young negro writer brought to a Chicago critic the first few chapters of a novel of negro life and asked the critic to read them and to tell him whether the book was realism or farce. Many readers of V. Sackville- West's The Edwardians will wonder whether it is realism or satire. And perhaps Miss Sackville- West, like our young Chicago author, would be puzzled by the question — for like that author she is writing from an inside point of view. A point of view from which self-conscious satire is per haps impossible, a thing only to be achieved by an outsider. Certainly this romance of manners does not flatter the English aristocracy. Chevron, the ancestral home of Sebastian, the twelfth duke, is modeled on the famous country house of Knolcs, which has already figured in Virginia Woolfs Orlando — of which, by the way, the present author was the hero- heroine. And through Sebastian's love of his home and his care for his tenants, we are shown the ideal side of the English feudal survival of landlord and tenant. But already Sebastian is doing his lordly duties self-consciously and feeling cheap when his tenants show gratitude for mended roofs or raises in wages. Being intelligent and an aristo crat, he is far more hospitable, mentally, to such horrid ideas as "Socialism" than any good middle-class "democrat" could be. And Sebastian's sister Viola^ is likewise intelligent, and like him is jolted from her orbit by meeting an explorer — one who made a bad lion though a subtle propagandist. In all this there is no satire but only understanding. When we come to the "mores" of this society group, however, — a fast group, King Edwards favorites and sharply differentiated by the author from the older and more rigidly con servative groups, there is satire implicit. And Miss Sackville-West docs the whole thing with strokes now delicate and now killing. Such delicate strokes as Sebastian's mother arranging her house guests so that the bedrooms of this lady and that gentleman will be near enough for nobody to get lost. Such killing strokes as her exposition of the system of "mores" that condones nocturnal wanderings but forbids di vorce lest the lower classes come into possession of tu> many facts. Also her flat declaration that these people never read a book, and consequently of course never entertained an idea. Technically the novel is interesting because, like Sebastian in his social prison, Miss Sackville-West refuses to stay in the prison of the novel form. She even tells the reader that it is a novel she is writing, and then, when she needs two coincidences she first ex- plains that coincidences are avoided in gtxnl novels and then proceeds to use them— on the ground that they do hap- pen in life. TWO recent biographies call atten- tion to the fact that soldiers are useful people to have around in times of peace. There is always some little job for which they can be drafted. One of these was the digging of the Panama Canal. In Coethals: Genius of the Panama Canal, by Joseph Bucklin Bishop and Farnham Bishop, we have the first full length of the man who was put on the job by president Roosevelt after two civilian engineers had exer- cised civilian prerogatives and resigned. Gocthals was a great organizer and genius at engineering. He would how ever have preferred leading charges in battle, being a victim to the popular notion that a soldier is a man who does take part in battles. And even when the war came he was denied this am bition — trans-Atlantic transportation needed him to organize it. But his success in Panama was due to something more human than the power to systematize things. With an immense labor army under him, he was the ideal benevolent despot. Every week whoever had a grievance could bring it directly to Gocthals. And these grievances were not all about food or working conditions. A woman whose house was not big enough or a delega tion from a Roman Catholic Church who could not get the priest they wanted— all and sundry came along. Whatever irritation Gocthals may have felt he vented on the tin of cigarettes which he emptied during the course of a morning. TWQ CHICAGOAN 33 Following this biography by a day or two appears its complement: Colonel Edward B. Clark's William L. Sibert: The Army Engineer. Wherewith Colonel Clark follows Loren Carroll on the Post's list of autumn authors. Sibert did not always see eye to eye with Goethals. There was in fact a certain amount of unpublished friction between them. Sibert's particular con tribution to the building of the Canal was the dam at Gatun, a site chosen after some debate and even an effort to have Sibert removed. But time has vindicated his judgment. Like Goethals, Sibert was also a com manding figure in the world war, and was responsible for the building up, from nothing, of our chemical warfare service. Sheila Kaye-Smith SHEPHERDS IN SACKCLOTH, by Sheila Kaye-Smith deals with shepherds of souls, and the author as a fervent Anglo-Catholic has a more than outside knowledge of her subject. Her two shepherds arc an Anglican clergyman and a lay preacher who is a quite unpleasant sort of person. The purely novelistic interest of the book is centered around the tragic love affair of the Methodist lay preacher and a woman above him in social station. It ends in the woman's death in child birth and in the man's sinking into a depth of self-abasement from which he _ is rescued by the kindly Anglican. But this same Anglican holds certain dog matic views about the sacrament, and they come into conflict with the views of his bishop. That forms the other center of interest of the book, an inter est which will have a rather limited appeal. Of course, as in all Sheila Kaye- Smith's books, there is the Sussex back ground and the study of country life and character. But on the whole one wishes that some of one's favorite English writers — Compton Mackenzie is another example — might keep their novelistic activities and their perturba tions over Anglican theology in sepa rate compartments. The Perfumed Tigers, by Maurice De- kobra. (Brewer 6? Warren.) A series of sketches of India and its strange mixture of aristocratic Brahmins, inferior castes, and outcasts. 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The success of both Cruises guaranteed by the combined resources and 1 79 years of experience of Cunard and Cook's. Literature and lull information from your local acjont or CUNARD LINE THOS. COOK & SON BEING of the breed that deems it a crime to go to the circus or to the country without dragging along at least one child, we decided that Jean -not- quite-three should do Minnesota with us. We began to have misgivings about an hour after she woke up in St. Paul but the day was saved by at least ninety of the Ten Thousand Lakes. It seems there's a game with which you can sue cessfully quell restless children in a train, but you need an awful pile of lakes to play it with. Outside of that it's laughably simple. The rules are akin to the rules for "Beaver." Of course it has you bobbing up and down every two minutes, shouting in chorus, "Oh see the pretty lake water," but every harassed parent and nursemaid will concede that that is preferable to trotting back and forth through eight cars to the observation, to chasing up and down aisles retrieving a ball from indignant dowagers' hats, to retrieving the child from snooping excursions into neighbor's candy boxes, to splashing at the drinking fountain, and so on ad nauseam. Anyway, the game made us realize for the first time that there honestly are thousands and thousands of lovely lakes in this northern forest land. They flash blue and shining along every highway and railroad line, tree-rimmed and fish' full, and since there arc so countless thousands of them the lake hotels are scattered about judiciously, with no single lake so crowded with resorts that the shore Ux>ks like Oak Street Beach. If you have a few days, a week or a month to spare right now a Minnesota September will round out the summer magnificently. Highways all the way from here to Canada are in perfect condition. By railroad you do the overnight trip to St. Paul and launch out from there by branch lines or autobus. The bus routes into some of the more remote sections are very fine and much used, and un less you are a confirmed extra fare- limited demon, the branch railways offer gay little adventures. They're clean for one thing, since they have those funny little oil engines which don't spread soot all over you, and they tinkle merrily through the beautiful countryside covering the distance very swiftly and efficiently though they do have to stop here and there to pick up a crate of hens, a pair of oars, or a bellowing young calf. (Of course the calves and the hens ride in the baggage car ahead, but you can hear the clacking and bawling as a sort of undercurrent to the trip and it's all very pastoral and different.) No matter how you go, it's only a night and a few hours and you are in the heart of bracing pine forests, quiet lakes and heavenly peace. ONE of the best known resorts within a few hours from St. Paul is Breezy Point Lodge on Big Pelican Lake near Pequot. This was our first stop, and a week there was hardly enough to get us well started. Breezy Point is breezy temperamentally as well as climatically. The owners, Captain and Mrs. Fawcett, are born hosts and give an easy friendly air to the place that makes it seem more like a pleasant club than a hotel. It has all the other attributes of a fine country club as well. Set far within the gates, right on the shore of the lovely lake — quite a big one too- it is completely secluded and sufficient unto itself. The main lodge is a large hotel with a picturesque log cabin exterior and a Blackstone-ish heart a splendid place to take your return to nature well diluted with lux- ury. It's almost fantastic at twilight to sit in the gleaming dining room with waiters darting around and guests cir cling about the dance floor to the throb of a very fine orchestra, and then look out upon the utterly serene lake that ripples in the rosy evening, the forest all about its shores as undisturbed and primeval as they were when Indians danced their war dances here. Aside from dancing there arc the bowling and game rooms downstairs, movies and beach parties, Breezy Point's own golf course right on the grounds, a stable of excellent horses (riding lessons if you wish) and some wonderful horse back trails through the woods, tennis courts, rifle range, and a scrumptious beach so large that it is always possible to pick your own private little beach if you feel that way. The water of the TUE CHICAGOAN 35 A N£W CREAM ROUGE THE LOVELIEST ROUGE IN THE WORLD lakes up here is amazingly warm and if you must take the young ones you can turn them loose on the beach, ask the lifeguard to watch them and teach them to swim, and forget about them for hours. They can stay in all day and their lips simply won't turn blue. Fishing guides are also available and in the fall this is a grand base for hunt ing parties. The pleasant feature of Breezy Point is that you can be either very civilized and luxurious or completely primitive and a hermit, just as you choose. All about the grounds — and extensive ones they are — arc separate log cabins with housekeeping facilities so that if you want to be lazy and never dress up you can lord it all alone in your private camp. Groceries or completed meals are delivered from the main lodge, boys on bicycles bring you food, reading matter, ice, White Rock and ginger ale. Jiggle up a thermos bottle full of refreshment, leap into a bathing suit and go find a secluded spot on the beach for an afterncxm of sun and — what have you? Or what more could you ask? FIVE or ten miles north of Breezy Point is Piney Ridge, an attractive quiet hotel with separate cabins too, and facilities for nearly every popular sport. This is a very dignified, unos tentatious resort; the owner I believe is Southern, the food is glorious, and a lot of nice Southern folk come up here on their vacations. Still farther on, into the Arrowhead country, we come upon more fine camps and lovely spots than I could write a book about. One of them at Ely is a favorite among wise Minne apolis and St. Paul people, and we spotted a surprising number of cars from distant states — many from Cali fornia — which indicated that Burntsidc Lodge has a rather widespread fame. This Arrowhead country is rich fishing and hunting land and Burntsidc is a splendid base for either activity. Here too you may stay either at the main lodge or in separate cabins built right out over the water. The people are delightful and the food— after a brisk game of golf or a hike through the pine forest — is something more than that. Another place that attracts the type of people who aren't flashy or resorty is Douglas Lodge on Itasca Lake, also in the famous Arrowhead. Itasca Park [turn to page 37] DON'T say you can t use a cream rouge just because you once tried tne olu-fashioned kinds! The new Dorothy Gray Cream Rouge is delightfully different. It isn't dry and sticky, and it isn t greasy. It has a perfect consistency — a light, fluffy creaminess — • so that it blends softly on your skin, and lingers there for hours and hours. But tne loveliest qual ity of Dorothy Gray Cream Rouge is its natural effect. Wnen you nave ap plied a Lit of Cream Rouge tne color appears so delicate and translucent that it actually seems to come from beneath tne skin. 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DOROTHY CRAY 900 NortL Michigan Avenue Telephone WHItehall 5421 PARIS • NEW YORK • LOS ANGELES • SAN FRANCISCO • ATLANTIC CITY © i). c;. 1950 36 TWECWCAGOAN MUSIC Meyerbeer Runs a Poor Second to Smetana By ROBERT POLLAK MUSIC Remains the Fashion Blase boys of the Peg- top age were pridefull y conscious of their beautiful Lyon & Healy Guitars which still hold a place in the hearts of those who go away to school Lyon &iiealy IT is a not very original observation with regard to grand opera that the closer the piece is to the fairy or folk lore of the country from whence it sprung, the more genuine realism in forms it; and conversely, that the more an opera pretends to a factual rehearsal of historical events or to a painstaking naturalism, the less convincing it is in the end. The solution of this paradox lies in the very nature of opera, itself a consummately artificial creation. The fairy or folk score, if its composer and librettist are reasonably competent, de pends to a great extent upon a naivete and winsome simplicity that eventually conquer almost any audience. The old pretentious historical operas, and the newer — and more pretentious — efforts to interpret accurately a slice of life in terms of music and drama usually fall by the wayside because the talents that create them do not seem to realize that fantasy or genre painting are vitally necessary to an art form in itself fan tastic; and that the nearer opera ap proaches the glare of truth or fact the more incongruous it becomes. It would not be difficult to discover exceptions to this paradox. The strange meanderings of genius arc always ready to trip up any aesthetic dogma tist. But there are probably tens of thousands of operas, now dead or near' ly so, that testify to its general sound ness. Contrast, for instance a Hansel and Gretel with a Tosca; or a Snow Maiden with a Girl of the Golden West, probably the most doleful of all the attempts to drag Dr. Bclasco into the opera house. To come closer home, examine The Bartered Bride and The Huguenots, both on the Ravinia bill during the penultimate week of the season. SMETANA, an ardent nationalist, wrote into the pages of The Bar' tered Bride an intelligcnt's version of his country's tunes. I cannot say how many of them he actually borrowed for his score. Often, as in the case of Moussorsgsky, the meaning and manner of national music is caught so well that it is possible to believe that the com poser is writing his own folk melodies. The characters, Marie, the bride, the canny Hans, Kczal, the pompous mar- riagc broker, Wenzel, the immortal bumpkin, are all conceived — with the sterling assistance of the Ravinians — with that high coloration and gro- tcsquencss that made the Chauve Souris the passion of at least three cultures. About their lusty intrigues hovers the cloud of unreality and the knowledge that, as in any good fairy tale, every' body will live happily ever after. To be sure they sing to music that is ro bust and direct, but so does Rimsky's gentle snow-maiden. The Huguenots illuminates the other side of the picture. Meyerbeer, an es- sentially petty and trivial spirit, wished, for what reason I can't imagine, to translate the St. Bartholomew mas- sac re into terms of grand opera. His libretto has only a minimum of his- toricity, he invents not a single credible character, his music is unutterably cheap for all its occasional choral skill. The tradition of his particular "school" of opera requires experienced actors to posture and strut about in a way that would disgrace the sorriest ham. For all his use of actual events and real characters, one cannot smell the faint est whiff of reality. The only way that The Huguenots could be brought back to life would be by the conscrip tion of the Four Marx Brothers and Helen Kane for the stellar roles. THE performance of The Bartered Bride can only be recorded as a triumph of stage direction and ensem ble. The piece proceeded with flawless ease. Chamlcc, as the hero, sang splen didly. Rethberg, the Bride, contributed an interpretation, marked by hex-easy, lovely voice. Windheim, as Wenzel, the super-yokel, is the only gentleman I have ever seen on the opera stage who can be really funny, uproariously funny. D'Angclo furnished an ex cellent characterization of Kezal, ar ranger of nuptials. It is pleasant to note that The Bartered Bride has regis tered as the most conspicuous hit of the Ravinia season. It will no doubt stick in the repertoire as long as Rethberg remains in the vicinity. The management, Gott sei dan\, pre sented only the fourth act of The TWECWICACOAN 37 Huguenots. It called for the services of Martinelli and Gall. He sang as badly as it is possible for him to sing, with a sharp nasal quality in the upper register. Gall met well the require ments of the score. And I seem to remember, in my grief, that Danise, Rothier and Windheim were some where around. They all could have been better occupied. The act was preceded by an orches tral concert, an exceedingly tedious one by the way, except for certain florid songs of Joseph Marx offered by Frau Rethberg. For the rest it was notable because of Frederick Stock's Concert Waltz, a youthful sin, and an unen lightened interpretation of the Prelude to Tristan, Pelletier at the desk. GO CHICAGO TO THE TEN THOUSAND [begin on paob 34] has long been a state preserve so that the forests and lakes about are unex- ploited and thoroughly refreshing to behold. Maybe it's the wonderful air that makes the food in all these places taste so grand but whatever it is one fairly aches at the memory of the meals spread about up here. Douglas Lodge is American plan, though you don't have to stay at the main lodge unless you choose. The separate cabins are very comfortable and pleasant. Here too is a state game preserve though just beyond the preserve hunting is per mitted and fruitful. Douglas Lodge is a favorite autumn base for hunters in these north woods. The easiest way to reach Itasca Lake is to drive up or go by one of the bus lines; if you go by train you get off at Bemidji (perhaps six or eight hours out of St. Paul) and drive over to Douglas Lodge, eighteen or twenty miles into the forest. And you might penetrate farther and farther, into thousands of miles of pine forests and past thousands of lakes, into the rich wilderness of all northern Minnesota and Ontario. The early fall season is beautiful, with days warm enough for plenty of swimming and a good coat of tan and the nights so cool and crisp that you'll drag up the second wool blanket and sigh con tentedly in Indian summer that is In dian summer. For there is no sneezing and no weeping here — it's the promised land of the hayfever tribes. Queen Anne bed- roe m .</ roup <• i French walnut with slightly aged surfaces. CONSIOGR this your invitation to visit the largest and most comprehensive exhi bition of fine furniture in Chicago. Ht 608 S. Michigan 81. you may inspect furni ture for the bedroom, dining room, living room, library and ball authentic reproductions of his toric pieces, present-day adaptations of the most desirable period styles —furniture built for per sons of good taste and culture — furniture suit ed to the nation's most distinguished homes. INor is all this furniture costly. Many groups bold distinct appeal for those of moderate in come. Hnd yet the furniture possesses a quality of design and craftsmanship that gives it un questioned distinction. Tisit this extensive showing. You will not be prevailed upon to purchase. Y0"r visit wilt entail no obligation, purchases, however, may be ar ranged through any recognized dealer or decorator. ¦Ro$aift JG&Ittom <3ont)xro^ Designers and Manufacturers of func furniture for fifty Years I 608 S. JVIicbigan Boulevard IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH^ Spending a fortnight or more away from Town? Notify The Chicagoan, as indicated below, and each fortnight will be topped off with a resume of the impor tant events detailed by staff observers steadfast to the duty of reporting a city that slows not nor slumbers though Mercury transcend all seasonable, and reasonable, bounds. (Name) (New address) (Old address) (Date of change) 38 TME CHICAGOAN KATHARINE WALKER SMITH'S Shops in Evanston and Lake Forest Have delightful clothes for fall to show you. 704 Church Street 270 East Deerpath Second Floor Rococo House A Modern Swedish Setting Serving Swedish Foods 101 East Ohio Street Sunday Dinner Dinner — Luncheon THURSDAY 8*wial Squab Dobmt SMART SHOP DIRECTORY J EIDfALp* eiotft4ifft gk air sports • afternoon • evening ORRINGTON HOTEL __________ EVANSTON __________ Hats Custom Mafic Suite 201 Pittsfield Building c. tfc II l* FURS 108 N. Slate St. 220 Stewart BI<J|«. 0\e sinfl 6 3 6 CHICAGO AVENUE \femintnc Accessories TELEPHONE GREENLEAI 6686 EVANSTON ILLINOIS SHOPS ABOUT TOWN Those Frisky Little Hats By THE CHICAGOENNE IF they could make a noise at all I'm sure the sound that would come from the hats of this fall would be an impu dent chuckle, a gay taunting laugh, suddenly changing to a muted girlish gurgle in the late afternoon and eve ning. They do just about everything but talk and laugh; every smart hat I've seen has a definite personality and they all seem to be having such a lot of fun. First of all, they are beginning to clamber merrily all over the head, perched way back or tilted over an eye or slung over an eyebrow in a fetching, devil-may-care manner that is decidedly refreshing after the severity of last winter. Not that they are hoydenish and flapper at all — that day is past in deed. In fact the hats this fall take their cue from the dresses and arc much more feminine and flattering and be guiling than any wc have seen in many years. But they arc feminine with a sly piquancy, a subtle daring that is all French and the secret of French charm. Take, for instance, the tricorne, which is one of the outstanding notes of the season. Is it the stately, trying affair that dowagers used to smack squarely upon their heads the way a severe riding hat is worn? Don't ask. It's a tricorne but it's modified to be softly attractive and it's worn tilted on the head, frequently with a saucy nose veil. You should sec the one Fcarlic Powell has imported from Suzanne Talbot. The crown is very, very shal low, as all crowns are this year, and the fabric is a soft stitched black with a jaunty silver bow at each corner, and a flattering short veil. Another interest ing tricorne I saw at the Blackstonc Shop in blue lapin. The lapin is sheared very close so that it looks like heavy velvet or hatter's plush and not like fur at all and this one was dyed a deep rich blue to match a suit of the same color. And yet another, at Rcna Hartman, is stunning with a black felt crown and brim of white galyak. These, you sec, introduce all the new est notes of the season. Very shallow crowns, new fabrics, fur trimmings, veils. The shallow crowns makes it necessary to wear hats far back on the head and a lot of hair must show. Last year it was heresy to permit one stray strand to appear anywhere and this year we show hair on our foreheads, hats are lifted off one side to show a sweep of hair towards the back, and the backs arc shorter so that little curls may ripple up about the brim. It's going to be terrible if anyone lets her ends get stringy but the effect is charm ing if the semi-long curls are pinned up to the hat as they are doing it in Paris. And all along the line there is a more elaborate, less severe feeling that is lovely when it is handled with restraint but dangerously Mac West if it is over done. The richer feeling is evident in the fabrics, especially in the afternoon and dinner hats. Velvets, chenille, lace, feathers, fur, and quite a few veils — oh la! the gay thirties are upon us. THOSE arc the high-notes and here are the models you shouldn't miss in your shopping tour: At Pcarlie Powell : A demure Talbot affair in black velvet with a faint faint suggestion of the poke bonnet, the brim lifted away from the face and cut off in back, with a sheer veil falling free to the shoulders. A black velvet din ner hat from Rcboux, larger than most, with the sweep of a tricorne and a tiny bow of turquoise and silver at the nape of the neck- the turquoise and black combination is in high favor, and may the gods of fashion grant that the ten- twenty-thirty stores don't seize upon it. The "bellboy" hat, a dashing piece, be loved of the most fashionable Parisians with a brush of gaily colored feathers, darting off at an angle in front, vaguely reminiscent of Harry Lauder. An Agnes tarn in stiff black velvet with a small bow over the right eye — very new and very smart after all the floppy berets that have afflicted the summer. AND the insouciant knit stocking cap that promises to be the most delightful thing in sports wear this year. This can be worn by almost anyone for it can be twisted and pulled into almost any shape you choose. This, as well as a lovely wool tricot turban trimmed with a band of blocked brown and white wool which is repeated in a scarf to match, is one of the most important things from the ever-ingenious Agnes. TWtCMICACOAN 39 At Fields: A white galyak bit from Marcel Lely perched far back on the head with a little flap on the right side and a black galyak bow on the left. An impertinent double-brimmed hat in black felt pulled way down on the left side and raised way up on the right, and another brimmed one with the brim pulled away from the left eye and down over the right ear hound in black cire leather. AT Rena Hartman: This shop car- i\ ries the creations of Fcrlc Heller, for which I have always had an especial affection and on which you just can't go wrong. Their new things include an enchanting double-brimmed hat, mildly poke-bonnet, with the brim rippled and tucked and tied in black with exquisite dressmaker detail; a black with the brim flung back off the face, cut at the side and rolled back into two little flaps, the flaps lined in white galyak; a deep green felt, modified beret, with the lifted fold sw(X)ped down at one side and ending in a cockade of little feathers; some of the Agnes string and chenille caps — and a lot more. At the Blackstone Shop: A splendid array of tricornes in many variations, among them the fur designs and a lovely brown velvet one with the turned back brim edged in starched wool lace. A green felt cloche with a tuft of colored feathers, Tyrolean enough to set you yodeling right off. Very unusual is a tiny dinner cap with the front half of black lace so that most of your hair shines through, and the back half of soft feathers. This is finished with a little curled plume of ostrich which hangs engagingly off the side in back, a devastating article if I ever saw one. At Elsie Nash and Ethel Doll, the pleasant little shop on East Oak: A Reboux beret draped very long on one side and embellished with very fine hand tucking. A regular artist's tarn in stiff black velvet with one side brought way out so that from the side you Jlb6k like a cameo against a frame of black velvet — deucedly smart if your profile is good. A black solcil tricorne with the brim slashed at one side and tied with a black and white bow of tiny, matched ostrich feathers. A mag* nificient black velvet cap with strands of woven white and cardinal beads twisted about the edge. This is lovely, creating" i 'sort of coronet effect, and if you don't 'feel like a Russian princess in it— the editor rings the gong and further reports must follow'in 'our next. AN ADDRESS OF DISTINCTION "The Crossroads of a Nation" The logical meeting place of those who appreciate the super lative in foods . . . elegance in accommodations. The Drake Travel Bureau helps relieve you of travel detail. Rates begin at $5 per day. Permanent Suites at Special Discounts. THE DRAKE HOTEL, CHICAGO Under Blackstone Management III HARDING'S Colonial Room 21 So. Wabash Just South of Madison There is something about Harding's Colo nial Room that is differ ent. The Food! The Service! The Surround ings! — all combine to make Harding's a res taurant that is truly above the ordinary. Join us today for luncheon, afternoon tea or dinner and see how much like home a restaurant can really be. 40 TI4ECMICAGOAN SANTEE'S Wear them when you wash your hair and the water goes drip, drip, dripping off your elbow . . Santee's were originated to protect the sleeves . . but they always come in handy even with bare arms. . . . (Remember the time you painted that porch chair . . and you got all "dobbed" up?) . . Santee's ... in pastel ,'had-s. made of pure rubber. 90ft and silky, guaranteed . . at only J 5c th: pair . . or in the blue and white checked box. with apron to match . . the San tec Apron Set is $1.00 complete. AT THE BETTER SHOPS or for the names oj these shops, write to Santee Products. 180 Horth Michi gan Ave.. Chicago. for the Clever Hostess I N containers of convenient sixe — peaches and fruit salads packed in brandy; jellies made from old wines; fancy stuffed olives; boneless, skinless sardines and 80 other unusual fruit, vegetable and sea-food items. * • * A Braden representative will dis play an assortment in your home — without obligation to you. Just phone STATE 1851. BEAUTY Silver Threads and Drooping Chins By MARCIA VAUGHN Bradens California Products, Inc. 307 N. Michigan Ave., Chicago THAT dramatic moment has been used so often by our best novelists that I hesitate to describe it in my own feeble words. But you know what it is — the moment in which you catch an unexpected glimpse of your chin in a bit of glass at a restaurant and the petit jour drops back to your startled plate. Of course you shouldn't have waited this long to guard against sag ging muscles and crowsfect and all the other abominations of middle age but that's no reason you have to take the blow lying down and not fight back. There are all sorts of things that can be done and one of them shows remarkable results the first day. Up at the Elizabeth Ardcn salon on Walton Place they take your discour aged self — when the muscles of your face sag, when your skin cells are all tired and sallow, when tense nerves have etched lines between your eyes and tired lines under them—and make you relax on a long comfortable couch. A trained nurse fits a mask exactly over your face and adjusts the electric plates under you and then gives you a delici- ously soothing bath of warm electric- current . This is the famous mask dis covered in Vienna and successfully ap plying the diathermic principle (which is being used by more and more doctors for treatment of bodily ailments and tis sue degeneration) to the rejuvenation of facial tissues. If the treatment sounds too much like a visit to the doctor I've described it incorrectly, for it really is one of the most pleasant experiences I have had. You feel no electric shock — just an all-pervading warmth that eases every nerve and induces you gently into a completely "don't care if — I — have a little nap" state. At the same time it starts every cell in your face into active life, throwing off perspira tion and impurities vigorously. When the mask is removed you lope to a treatment room and indulge in a regu lar cleansing and freshening treatment and go forth to face the world a happier and more radiant woman. The mask treatments are gauged to suit your own needs by the nurse in charge, the length of treatment and the intervals between depending upon the 1 condition of your face and chin. Trot around and talk it over if you're any where between thirty and up and see how much fun it is to lop off a few years and lines. ANOTHER dramatic and bitter mo- k ment in any woman's life is that first shimmer of gray she catches some bright morning. It always starts a host of troublesome problems. Should she be her age and shimmer away or should she begin to do things? Of course, if the gray comes prematurely or if her position in life makes things a bit diffi cult for a gray-haired dowager she should do things. But they must be the right things or it all becomes a terrible mess and sometimes a danger ous one. Hair that is gray all over, beautifully attended to and silvery is really lovely on many older women and very flattering to gently fading skins. I'd be the last one to suggest any res torative. The Ogilvie Sisters have a splendid tonic for white hair which prevents that ugly yellow tinge and gives it a soft, pure white lustre. (You can get it at Carson's cosmetic coun ter). Use this religiously, nourish the hair with plenty of rich oils and brush ing, and shine away in true distinction. However, there is nothing beautiful about streaked hair or faded hair or, for that matter, about all gray hair if you're too young or not the type to be a grande dame. But a carelessly or in expertly dyed head of hair is worse than that and some dyes are down right dangerous to health, so choose your restorer very very cautiously. I have great faith in the hair depart ment of Helena Rubinstein for this work. They study the texture and tint of the hair thoroughly, make painstaking tests, and then go ahead to produce a dazslingly natural result. Very ex act records of each case are kept so that every time you have your hair colored you will always be the same and really your best enemy couldn't tell you. Mrs. Leeds, the manager of the salon* is noted for her skill in color restoring and extremely sympathetic on the sub ject so if you are undecided or timid about the whole thing ask for her and have a nice private talk. TI4E CHICAGOAN Spend next Christmas in a scttirt; you'll never forget -the Holy Land; then New Year's Eve in thrilling Cairo; mystic India in spring-like January; on and on through till this world's most fascinating places, visiting nch mt an * member of Canadian Pacific's far-famed ("rui c Empress of Australia from New Yor'x, Dec. 2 MEDITERRANEAN Come sec for yourself the Did World beauties of Algiers, Naples, Venue. Alliens. Revel in the historic spots of Holy Lands and Egyp'. You c;in enjoy all this to your heart's content on Canadian Pacific's Mediterranean Cruise. Empress o/ France from New York. Feb. J. Send today jo E. A. KENNEY. Cruise booklets and 8teamshlp Gen. Aqrnt. rates. From voiit 71 E. Jackson Blvd. Chicng 1 own (incut or Telephone Wabash I9C4 Canadian Pacific World's Crmafit Trawl Sy«l-m Carry Canadian Pacific Express Travellers Cheques— Good the World Otter. The Second Annual Edition of Motion Picture Almanac is now available to those people who seek accurate and complete information about the hundreds of per sonalities, who make pos sible the most popular form of entertainment today Price, $2.00 On sale now at Brentano's OF course wc all know, or should know, by this time that strenu ous massage is terrible punishment to inflict on our skins and the quickest thing in the world to stretch the muscles and induce flabbiness. At the best salons and at wise dressing tables creams are patted not scrubbed into the skin. Now there's a new little gadget that makes this patting process a very easy and pleasant one and, I believe, will do it very effectively. The Vel- vets\in Patter (sounds a little Holly wood but it really isn't a faddish affair) is a compact little contrivance with two tiny, padded extensions like soft finger tips. These are moved over the neck and face when the current is turned on (it can be connected to any light socket) and they gently pat nourishing cream into the skin, stimulate the cells, help to relax the nerves and generally do the things that the patting in a facial treatment does to you. What won't they think of next for the lazy gals? • LAST fall when they were experi- « menting with nail polishes I spoke too soon on the subject of the new Dorothy Gray products. But now they really have a gudgeous line of polishes, available at present only at the Doro thy Gray salon at 900 North Michigan. These honestly don't peel off and they have the loveliest irridescent pearly fin ish you ever saw, and colors to harmo nize with every mood and costume. There is a wide range of pinks, from a very pale to a deep poppy, and a very clear blood red if you must do this. Then, the line of other colors is amus ing and striking with the right clothes on the right person — green, chartreuse, gold, silver, blue and violet! JUST coming from a luncheon where my companion fussed and fumed about losing her lipstick, I de cided it would be a good deed in a careless world to remind you of the compacts that carry in their slim selves a lipstick as well as powder and rouge. Yardley has produced a beauti ful new one with the tiny lipstick in a slot at the bo'.tom. There arc, too, Helena Rubinstein's modernistic compact in red, black and gold, very thin but carrying rouge, powder and lipstick; and the distin guished black one of Primrose House, with rouge, powder and lip salve. 41 A DISTINGUISHED TENANCY including social and business leaders of this community, emphasizes the established high character of 3400 SHERIDAN ROAD Chicago's Finest Exclusive Apartment House, with its ideal location on the world's most notable boulevard. There are now available in this beautiful building a few apartments of 10 ROOMS 5 BATHS at unusually reasonable ren tals. Inspection can be arranged to suit your con venience. Write or phone C. A. PFINGSTEN & CO. 11 South LaSalle Street Telephone Central 7490 Drinking Water Is Important ! And you who have learned the secret of right living know the value of drinking water that is pure and soft. That's why CHIPPEWA WATER has become so popular. No other water can guarantee that you are getting "THE PUREST AND SOFTEST SPRING WATER IN THE WORLD."* CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Bottled at Chippewa Springs For Service or Information Phone Roosevelt 2920 Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 S. Canal St. *This statement and the analysis of CHIPPEWA WATER are printed on every label. 42 TUE CHICAGOAN Where r Summer Living Is a Pleasure ! Immediately upon the shore of Lake Michi' gan, facing East End Park and situated in the center of several acres of cool lawn, convenient to Jackson Park, where guests can enjoy swimming, boat' ing, tennis, golf and horseback riding. Nine minutes from the theatre and shopping center by Illinois Cen tral Electric (300 trains daily). 14 min utes by motor over the new outer drive. 600 large, light, airy rooms with an unob structed view of Lake Michigan. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL HYDE PARK BLVD. on the La\t CHICAGO, ILL. ART Chicagoans in Exhibition By J. Z. JACOBSON READERS who have chuckled at the undulating and rhythmic sketches by A. Raymond Katz and the rather sharp and angular drawings by Irma Selz in the pages of this fort nightly, will welcome the opportunity which is theirs now of seeing in en semble characters, caricatures and scmi-ahstract creations from the leap ing and smiling pens, pencils and brushes of these two artists. Mr. Katz has a show of brush line drawings and water colors in the lobby of the Cinema Art theater. Miss Selz has an exhibit of caricatures and character sketches in the Walden-Dudensing galleries. The familiar volatile curves that flow into one another with a seemingly ef fortless inevitability are manifest in a few pieces which constitute what might be termed the periphery of Katz's ex hibit. The bulk and body of it is made up of creations in tempera-wash that have never before been on exhibition. These are somewhat mystical, semi-ab stract works evolved out of ingenious extensions of the characters of the He brew alphabet. In most cases human figures or individual, isolated human features emanate in a sort of crescendo out of the base and framework of one or another of the Hebrew letters. The coloring is rich and sombre in some what the fashion of the atmosphere of a weird tale by Edgar Allan P<x*. And the effect as a whole of these tempera- wash pieces is something approximating a combination of Poc-like mysterious- ness, Talmudic syllogisms, a rippling musical flow and deft touches of Katzian wit. Moses prohibited the making of graven images. Consequently, accord ing to some commentators and histori ans, the people of the Near East devoted their artistic talent for genera tions to the weaving of intricate designs out of the characters of their alphabet and the forms of inanimate objects. And, — add other commenta tors, — this is the ultimate source and fountain-head of the abstract in con temporary art. I thought of this as I strolled around among Katz's black and magenta forms which flow lightly and smoothly and yet dynamically. And I observed with satisfaction that he had in characteris tic fashion put one over on Moses by making human figures and faces emerge out of Hebrew letters. Other works in the current Katz show which should enhance greatly his reputation for versatility and originality arc two rather large water colors. Water color paintings as a rule are either t<*i watery, in which case they depend upon lucky accidents for much of their effect, or so definitely and dry ly set forth that they look like thin "oils." Katz's water colors are fresh and limpid without being wishy-washy and without depending on accidental effects. MISS SELZ'S drawings, as I have already intimated, are rather sharp and angular. She does, however, use circles and semi-circles victoriously when occasion demands. By compari son with Katz's running, rippling lines, hers are static. But her aims are en tirely different. She concentrates on catching and exaggerating some char-' acteristic feature of each of her sub jects in such way as to evoke from the beholder an "ah" of recognition and a smile or chuckle, with or without malice, as the case may be. In other words, the effect she seeks to put across is primarily anecdotal and only slightly plastic, though in her more purely "straight" character sketches she works out designs which are interesting in themselves by virtue of their decorative value. Miss Sclz's gallery of public figures is varied and widely inclusive. She gives us her conception of movie stars, stage stars, literary lights, columnists and critics. \*\ VOX PAUCI A Department of Minority Opinion Ykars OF GRACE: Because it smacks of authenticity, and be cause Mrs. Barnes' Chicago is so graphically portrayed, all Chicagoans should read it. Why delve into monotonous history when you can learn and be delightfully entertained simul- TMECWICAGOAN 43 Dempster Road, Morton Grove, III. Coon- Sanders Original Night Hawk* Broadcast Nightly Over WIBO EARL RICKARD Matter of Ceremonies JEAN LA MARR Prima Donna MAURICE and EDYTHE CARANAS "Popular Society Dancers" Cover Charge Per Person Week Days, 50c; Sat., Sun., Holidays, $1 Reservations Phone Morton Grove 1717 Sum llnre. Mgr. Exclusive ^» Russian- M Europear uropean Restaurant Enjoy our Ex cellent Russian European Cui sine under per sonal direction of Chef T. Karakoz. During dinner hours concert String Trio conducted by Mr. A. Aster. Luncheon 75c Afternoon Tea and Bridge Private Rooms by arrangement Dinner #1.50 Reservation Phone: Lakevicw 10554 Under the personal direction of Col. W. W. Yaschenko and K. P. Sankarjevsky Maisonette Russe, 2800 Sheridan Rd. Open from Tsjoon till Midnight Smart Riding Apparel For ladies and gentlemen, tailored to measure. Correct, smart styles at attractive prices Riding Boots Of finest English make in a wide selection of correct styles and leathers. Attractive catalog of Riding Equipment sent on mail or phone request Associated Military Stores 19 W. Jackson Blvd. Harrison 8708 Oilraao Cou thoui for tickets tancously? — Irene Mueller, 7514 N. Wayne Ave. hsn Cinema: We invariably consult Mr. Weaver's tabloid reviews of current movies before risking attend ance at local theaters. Very valuable and appreciated service. Please con tinue. — Marian Burc\y, 723 Simpson St., Evanston. THE chicagoan: Your biographies arc good, and your frank theater reviews; also your column showing what is going on in Town is very good. Your magazine has greatly improved since I first started taking it. You have been doing some great work lately and you arc bound to grow and pros per. Good luck to you. — Dic\ Herr mann, Lansing, Mich. Stories and Histories Maurice Gest, by Henry Handel Richard son. (Norton.) This first novel by the author of Australia Felix, The Way Home and Ultima Thule has no connec tion with her trilogy. It was first pub lished twenty years ago, was acclaimed then as a masterpiece by the critics, never went out of print, but on the other hand never had a large popular sale. It is the story of a musical genius, and even today is by many readers regarded as the au thor's best book. King Edward and His Court, by Sir Lio nel Cust. (Dutton.) Sir Lionel Cust was a Gentleman Usher to King Edward and also "Surveyor of the King's pic tures." His reminiscences are those of an adorer. By his writing table always stood a photograph for which the author had designed the frame, round which was the inscription: "Master, King, Friend, Edward VII." The book wil particu larly interest readers of Tfie Edwardians, reviewed in this issue, because they can contrast the king as seen by a sentimental man vassal and by an independent real istic woman. William Howard Taft, by Herbert S. DufTy. (Minton, Balch.) Here is a full length biography but briefly done — the type page being very spacious. The au thor not only admires Taft as a man and administrator but he is an admirer of his politics. For instance he justifies Taft's labor decisions because they were good law, assuming that what was good law would necessarily be good public policy. But even the reader who may disagree with Taft's point of view will admit that his conservatism was more dignified than the opportunism which caused Roosevelt to turn on him so vindictively when their political ways parted — and the author proves that Roosevelt let his animosity get the better of him. In fact on certain evidence in this book Mr. Roosevelt came very near eligibility for membership in his own Ananias club. ARE YOU UP? The drought seems to be over and they are dusting off the doors of the local playhouses. New clothes are in from Paris and new shows in from Holly wood. Contraltos are trilling towards the Civic Opera — in short the SEASON is under way! Alert sophisticates are up on all the new interests of '30-'31. Or, if they are a bit dusty, you can see them streaking to the nearest news stand for their fortnightly CHICAGOAN You can't help being aware of all that's going on, you can't help being a trifle ahead of all your circle if you follow the sprightly columns that make your bright comments on a bright season even brighter. In every issue: Current Entertainment — what to see, what to do, where to dine and dance Town Talk — sees all, hears all, tells all Cinema The Stage Books Music Sports Shops About Town Beauty Art Travel Honestly, can you afford to do without us? 44 TMECUICAGOAN I LINCOLN FIELDS (1000 ACRES ON THE DIXIE HIGHWAY) MOST BEAUTIFUL RACE COURSE IN AMERICA 30 DAYS' BRILLIANT RACING Closing Saturday, Sept. 27 TRANSPORTATION Safe, fast, comfortable — C. & £. I. railroad. All steel service from Dearborn Street Station di rect to Course. Four fast trains daily; others on Special Days. 9:50 a.m. (regular train) ; 12:10, 12:30, 12:45 (Pullman at tached), 1:10 p. m. First train returning to Chicago after sixth race. Stops at 47th and 63rd streets. Direct Motor Route From the Loop proceed on Michigan Avenue to 33rd Street, thence to South Parkway to Garfield Boulevard, to Western Avenue, South to Home wood, passing under I. C. Railroad; arrows indicate way to Lincoln Fields. Parallel I. C. Tracks on No. 1 Route leaving Homewood, always keeping to the right. Leading Racing Stables in America Have Sent Their Best Horses to Compete for Rich Stakes and Purses. Stake Dates $5,000 Crete Handicap Saturday, August 30 $5,000 Jollet Handicap Monday, September 1 (Labor Day) $25,000 Lincoln Handicap Saturday, September 6 $5,000 Steger Handicap Saturday, September 13 $5,000 Dearborn Handicap Saturday, September 20 $10,000 Marquette Handicap Saturday, September 27 TAMPA'S FOREMOST HOTEL . . . HOTEL FLORIDAN The Crystal Dining Room . . . Tampa's Smartest Restaurant THE experienced traveller will readily recognize and appreciate the particular at tention given to his comfort at the Floridan. The first purpose of each of its fine appointments and discerning services is to please the man who has done a good deal of travelling, for as his opinion is accepted through the wide acquaintance and contacts he enjoys; so is estahlished the standing of a hotel. To this group of travellers more than to any other, is the Hotel Floridan indebted for its position as Tampa's foremost hotel ! Hotel Dixie Court at West Palm Beach, Florida, is also open the year 'round. Many acquainted with both Hotel Floridan and Hotel Dixie Court call the latter the "Lit tle Floridan." Both, of course, are operated on the high standard of hotel service maintained in all Florida-Collier Coast Hotels. Write to either for information or folder, or wire col lect for reservations. FLORIDA-COLLIER COAST HOTELS under HAL THOMPSON management HOTEL FLORIDAN ODE HOTEL FLORIDAN. Tampa. Open oil yea. HOTEL DIXIE COURT, W. Palm Beach, Open all year. HOTEL ROYAL WORTH. W. Palm Bearh. Dee. 15 to Apr. 15 — HOTEL TAMPA TERRACE, Tampa, Dm. 15 lo Apr. 15. -^_^^^_ HOTEL LAKELAND TERRACE. Lakeland, Dee. 15 lo Apr. 15 — HOTEL SARASOTA TERRACE, Sara- EP ¦•>•>• "re. IS lo Apr. IS. HOTEL MANATEE RIVER. Bradenion. Dee. 15 to Apr. 15. FLORIDA- COLLIER COAST HOTELS, inc HOSTS O F THE FLORIDA C O A. S T S Favorites In the long run, favorites are favorites because they're a better horse, or a better cigarette. You can't win purses with plow-horses . . . nor experienced smokers with anything short of the best. That's why Camels are made of the choic est, mellowest tobaccos money can buy That's why, wherever you go, Camels are odds-on favorites. (g^MC^,: fn t TURKISH & DOMESTIC LEND GARETTES _ ^? 1930, R. J. Reynolds Tobarco Co., Wlnston-SsJeltl, N. C-