December 20. 1930 ? I i Mil Beautiful Dressing Gowns $ 75 21 Usually $30 to $35 A PRINCELY GIFT for the top of your Christmas list. A gorgeous bro caded self- patterned dressing gown. Luxuriously silk lined and richly finished with satin collar and girdle. In blue, green, brown or maroon. Probably the finest dress ing gown value we have ever offered. State and Jackson CHICAGO Orrington and Church EVANSTON THE CHICAGOAN l The sweetly simple solution to those terrifying last min ute Christmas problems is to be found in the Candy Section on the Third Floor. Gifts of sparkling jellies, luscious fruit cakes and candies galore for young and old; and for your own Christmas feast an errdy of import ed and domestic table delicacies from soup to nuts ! MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY 2 TUEO4ICAG0AN THEATER <iMusical "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— +THREE LITTLE GIRLS— Great North- «n> r26 W. Ja,ck^T- i Ct?t^1 824°- Shoveling Along, by Musselman Natalie Hall and Charles Hedley in a Cover Design very nice Viennese operetta with lots of ° music. Curtain, 8:20 and 2:20. Even- Current Entertainment Page 2 VT^$ c85; ?fnnday' $4-40- Wed- mat' lNNS AND Night Harbors 4 $2.50; oat., $3.00. -KSIMPLE SIMON— Grand Opera House, Editorial 7 119 N.Clark. Central 8240. Ed Wynn Noteworthy Chicagoans, by losebh who is always quite a cutup, in a Ziegfeld p Pollard 9 production. Curtain, 8:20 and 2:20. Evenings, $3.85. Sat. mat., $2.50. To Alarums and Excursions, by Wallace be reviewed later. Rice 10 RIPPLES— Illinois, 65 E Jackson. Harri- Holiday Depressants, by Durham N. son 6510. Most of the Stone family, p\arr _ \0 Fred, Dorothy and Paula, and the usual "" Stone jokes and dances. Curtain, 8:1? Administration Building, by Victor and 2:15. Evenings, $4.40. Christmas, Haveman 11 Sn Y!fs and Wed and Sat mat> High Wires, by Richard F. McGrau,.... 12 $3.00. Opening December 22. Night Work, by Richard F. McGraw 13 'Drama Blues Daneuse, by Eugene Hutchiw •KTOUNG SINNERS— Apollo, 74 W. son 14 Randolph. Central 8240. Raymond Ruth Page, by William C. Boyden 15 th^flSdn? youth comedies. 'Vurtain! ChristmaS Chant, by Dorothy Dow.... 16 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Mat- Pinkerton Holds the Bag, by Rom' inees, $2.00. ola Voynow 17 *L^ZR^~fZtoZ^^i D'iT'KTD c"- * '¦ "¦ „ sex life among the Greeks. Gilbert K : 19 Seldes and Aristophanes collaborating Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 21 *THE OLD RASCAL— Garrick, 64 W 24'25 Randolph. Central 8240. William The Stage, by William C. Boyden 28 Hodge is not our William Hodge at all IN Quotes 30 (which is probably just as well), but an _ _ old drunk instead. Curtain, 8-30 and The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 32 SUBWAT KlSiKiHj^V-N r,C' * **" ™* '6 Clark. State 2460. A trick murder in a Reverse Cre°0> by Albert Twomhley.. 37 Van Cortlandt Park express. Ingenious Chicagoana, by Donald Plant 38 and interesting to watch. Curtain, 8:30 r~ t>. , ,,,-., r„ and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00; Sat., $3.85. iHE Dance> hV Mark Turbyfill 4Q Matinees, $2.00. Still More Gifts, by The Three ^MICHAEL AND MART— Harris, 170 Shoppers 42 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Madge Kennedy in a romantic comedy by A. A. Milne who is older now and has dropped some of his whimsy. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. MDRACULA— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. In case you missed it when it was here before and have always felt sorry about it, here's your chance. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50. Thurs. and Sat. mat., $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. +MEHDEL, INC.— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Alexander Carr in a comedy that will make you laugh, if you laugh easily. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wed. mat., $2.00. THE CHICAGOAN S Theatre Ticket Service Stars opposite theatres listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in advance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in fil ing application is provided on page 47. "KHAT FEVER — Goodman Memorial. Lake front at Monroe. Central 4030. Noel Coward's comedy about the false self-sac- rifices of an actress who has forgotten that she has retired. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Fri. mat., $2.00. +CIVIC SHAKESPEARE SOCIETY— Civic Theater, Wacker'Drive at Washing' ton. Franklin 5440. Fritz Leiber and his players offer eight of the Bard's plays, through December 20. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Saturday mat., $2.50. Wednesday mat., $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. CHILDREN'S CHAUVRE SOURIS— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn, Central 3404. Second of the Junior League's plays for children, through Jan. 17. Very Russian and done in the gayest vein for the holi' days. Ticket prices, $1.50, $1.00, $0.50. Saturday mornings at 10:30. OLIVER TWIST— Goodman Memorial Lakefront at Monroe. Central 4030. First of the Goodman matinees for chil dren. The adaptation is especially for children, with undesirable parts omitted and life made a bit easier for Oliver. Ticket prices, $1.00, $0.75, $0.25. Also by subscription. Saturdays at 2:30. THE DRUNKARD— Civic Arts Theatre, 1358 N. Clark. Diversey 10150. The Gold Coast Guild Players offer that hilari ous melodrama of 1840. Curtain, 8:30. Admission price, $0.50. Every Wed' and Thursday. MUSIC CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA— The twen tieth season and the second in the new Opera House. The season will last thir teen weeks. Telephone Franklin 9810 for program information. CHICAGO SYMPHONT ORCHESTRA — Orchestra Hall, 216 S. Michigan. Harrison 0363. Regular subscription program. Friday afternoons, Saturday evenings. Twelve Tuesday afternoon concerts, two series of Young People's concerts and the Popular concerts on sec ond and fourth Thursday evenings. The fortieth season. Frederick Stock, conduc tor. Telephone for program information. LITTLE STMPHONT ENSEMBLE— Ful lerton Hall, The Art Institute. Concerts every Sunday afternoon at 3:00 and 4:15. George Dasch, conductor. YALE GLEE CLUB CONCERT— Orches tra Hall, 216 S. Michigan. Harrison 0363. The club, under the direction of Marshall M. Bartholomew, will present a varied program of spirituals, sea chanties, old ballads, carols and Yale songs, Dec. 23, 8:15. Tickets will be placed on sale Dec. 15. CONCERTS AND RECITALS — Myra Hess, pianist, recital, Studebaker Theater, Dec. 14, 3:30. Georgia Kober, pianist, and Marcel Roger de Bouzon, baritone, [continued on page four] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by the Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. 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The great new Majestic Refrigerator, with its thirty wonderful features that save steps, save time and work, and save money! She'll be delighted with its new finger-tip latch, new-type shelves, and a host of other conveniences. You'll like its low operating cost, its almost wearproof, self-oiling unit. See it— and reserve one today for her. Grigsby-Grunqw Company and Affiliate— majestic Household Utilities Corporation Chicago, U. S. A. 4 TWECWICACOAN [listings begin on page two] joint recital, The Playhouse, Dec. 14, 3:30. Mary McCormic, soprano, recital, Civic Theater, Dec. 14, 3:30. Ukrainian Chorus of Chicago, George Benetzky, di' rector, concert, Civic Theater, Dec. 28, 3:00. PANTOMIME— Frank Parker, diseur, pre sents his mimed songs. In his repertoire are narrative songs from French and Eng lish history and sketches of contemporary American life. Goodman Memorial, De cember 28 at 3:00. LECTURES ART INSTITUTE— Series offered by Uni versity College of The University of Chicago at Fullerton Hall; Some Aspects of Klineteenth'Century American Real' ism, by Napier Wilt, Department of Eng lish, Tuesdays at 6:45, through Dec. 16. Public Regulation of Business, by Wil' liam H. Spencer, School of Commerce and Administration, Fridays at 6:45, through December 19. Course ticket or single admission. DRAKE HOTEL — Room eighteen, mezza nine floor. Series of informal lectures on Interesting Types of Recent Literature, by Mabel Oppenheim; The Detective Story, Dec. 19; Saints and Sinners, Jan. 2. Fri day mornings at 11:00. INDIAN TRADLHG POST — 619 N. Michigan. Whitehall 7532. Lectures devoted to the life and culture of the American Indian. Influence of Indian Art on Modern America, by Fred Leigh- ton, Jan. 6, 3 :00. Mound Builders of the Mississippi Valley, by Fay Cooper Cole, Jan. 20, 3:00. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harri- son 1975. On the fourth floor and easy to find four good reasons for dining there CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Castilian catering, especially tempting for one seeking a change of diet. riU?P^H-206 S" Mi^igan. Wabash 1088. Up a few flights to quiet, superior service and excellent menu. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. No orchestra, as you must know, but good foods aplenty. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 8922. Here you may stuff the life of the party with big steaks in the small hours. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. Deftly served dishes certain of tempting the masculine taste. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. New Orleans Parisian catering and always so hospitable. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. An institution in this Town — for luncheon, tea or dinner. KAU'S— 111 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Sound, hearty German dishes appealing to those of that appetite. JACQUES— 540 Brair Place. Lakeview 1223. Intriguing French dining room where fine service and cooking prevail. HARDIHG'S COLONIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Efficient and pop ular — for luncheon, tea or dinner. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 3688. Swedish service and smorgas bord that will leave you content. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. For thirty years the food at this quiet old German inn has been mak ing history. CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. Catering to the epicure, whether it be luncheon, tea or dinner. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. The surround ings are moderne and the food is excep tional. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Mich igan and Palmolive Bldg. Each conveni ently located; the last mentioned has just opened. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Dishes prepared and served in the Russian European man ner. EITEL'S— Northwestern Station. A blessing in a neighborhood where good restaurants are scarce. JULIEH'S— 1009 Rush. Delaware 4341. A broad board and Mama Julien's equally broad smile. Better 'phone. GIMBEL'S— 30 W. Randolph. Dearborn 2932. Interesting menu, prompt service and easy on the purse. iMorning — Noon — Nigh t PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. Palmer House orchestra in the Empire Room; dinner, $2.50. Mut- schler presides. Victorian Room, dinner, $2.00. Gartmann in charge. Chicago Room, dinner, $1.50. Horrmann leads the way. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Con- gress. Harrison 3800. Johnny Hamp and his orchestra are back in the Balloon Room, to everyone's satisfaction. Service a la carte; no cover charge. Telephone Ray Barrete for reservations. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. Large, hospitable estab lishment. Cope Harvey plays in the main dining room. Dinners, $2.00 and $3.00; no cover charge. In the Colches ter Grill, dinner, $1.50 and a trio. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The unexcelled Black stone menu and service and Margraff di recting the Blackstone String Quintette. Charles Kaley and his band a bet- HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Husk O'Hare and his boys play in the Blue Fountain Room and a crowd of very nice young people dance. Dinner, $1.50. Supper, $1.00. No cover charge. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Clyde McCoy and his orchestra play. Service is a la carte with Peter Ferris directing. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Saturday, $2.50. In the Italian Room, table d'hote dinner, $2. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. Here you will find many of the gastronomic pleasures of good old American cooking. Sandrock will arrange. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Ben Bernie and his orchestra at College Inn. Opera night is Monday, Theatrical night Thursday; Maurie Sherman for tea dancing. Gene Fosdick at the Bal Tabarin Saturday even ings. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Memorable menu and service are offered for the southside diner-out. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. Eisemann is maitre. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Su perior 2380. Quiet, notable catering and perfect service are found in the smart Cafe. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 53 49 Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Phil Spitalny and his orchestra in the Marine Dining Room. Cover charge during the week, $1.00; Saturday, formal, $2.00. Dinners, $2.00 and $2.50. HOTEL SHORELAND— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The in- imitable Shoreland catering and a handy spot for southsiders. Music, too. Din ner, $2.00. BISMARCK HOTEL— 11 1 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Teutonic dishes and alert service. The menu offers a tempting change. Grubel will arrange. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Wal ton Place. Superior 4264. Oriental Room, Town Club and Silver Room for private parties. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.25. In the Coffee Shop, $1.00. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. Distinctive cuisine and magnificent service and the atmosphere you'd expect. Dinner, $2.50; no dancing. Langsdor is maitre. BELMOW HOTEL— 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. The culinary offerings of the Belmont are wellknown and well- serviced. Dinner, $2.00; no dancing. Dusk Till Dawn CLUB ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Chinese and Southern catering, Willie Newberger and his orchestra, Eve lyn Nesbit and a floor show. Cover charge after nine, $1.50. Gene Harris leads the way. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Paul Whiteman and his orchestra and entertainers are sojourn ing here. Cover charge during the week, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kaley and his band and a bet ter than ordinary floor show. Cover charge during the week, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. TERRACE GARDENS— Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. The superiority of the Morrison menu is tra ditional. Lix Riley and his orches- tra provide the music. No cover charge. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. Shaefer in charge. COLOSIMO'S— 2126 S. Wabash. Calumet 1127. Keith Chamber's orchestra and a revue of a different sort. A la carte serv ice with 50 cents cover charge. Before seven, dinner, $1.50; no cover charge. MACK'S CLUB— 12 E. Pearson. White hall 6667. Jules Novit and his band and a lively revue with several wellknown en tertainers. Cover charge, $1.00. BLACKHAWK— 139 N. Wabash. Dear born 6262. Ted Fiorito and his orchestra with Dusty Roads at the drums. (Warn ing: Frank Libuse, the trick waiter is present, too.) Dinner, $2.00. THE CHICAGOAN 5 Go To Florida This Year and you will find hotel service to fulfil in every way the exacting requirements of the winter sojourner. You can rest assured that every preparation has been made for your comfort and that your every need will receive alert and gracious attention— you can if your hotel is one of the Florida-Collier Coast Hotels. FLORIDA-COLLIER COAST HOTELS, INC. under HAL THOMPSON management HOTEL FLORIDAN Tampa, Fla. HOTEL TAMPA TERRACE Tampa, Fla. HOTEL LAKELAND TERRACE - .... Lakeland, Fla. HOTEL SARASOTA TERRACE Sarasota, Fla. HOTEL MANATEE RIVER - - - - - - Bradenton, Fla. HOTEL ROYAL WORTH West Palm Beach, Fla. HOTEL DIXIE COURT West Palm Beach, Fla. WIRE HOTEL COLLECT FOR RESERVATIONS OR WRITE FOR LITERATURE THE CHICAGOAN fcZ* 0**1* ONE KNOWS THEM BY THEIR HABITAT Those persons who always do things well . . . one knows them by their habitat » » They have a definite capacity for living amid the niceties of life without sacrificing any of the material comforts . . . and that at moderate cost » » They may be found swimming on the Cote d'Azur . . . applauding Toscanini at Baireuth... making a pilgrimage to Ober- ammergau » » At home — in the Barbizon-Plaza library reading Aldous Huxley ... in the Barbizon Concert Hall listening to Homer, Gabrilowitsch or Gieseking ...view ing the worth-while in art, in the Barbizon Petit Palais des Beaux Arts located on the mezzanine » » This is the spirit of Barbizon-Plaza ... a building dedicated to the privileged detachment of the cultivated mind. Of course the building has radio in every room and many other conveniences, is located within a block of Fifth Avenue and one block from Fifty-seventh Street, and is the center of New York's Art and Music Life and is convenient to theatres and shops. THE CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST is placed in a special recess in your door — in sealed container that keeps everything piping hot. No waiter to interrupt in the midst of a shave or shower. No charge. No tip. No delay. Pick it up whenever you are ready. BARBIZON-PLAZA 101 West 58th Street ¦ Central Park South ¦ New York Room, CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST and Bath. ..$20 to $45 weekly ¦ Transient Rates. ..$3.50 to $6.00 daily On Christmas THIS is, of course, the issue of The Chicagoan that would be called The Christmas Issue if we could mus- ter a good reason for especially distinguishing this or any issue from any other. We can't. Perhaps this sets us somewhat apart from the publishing crowd, an isolation not wholly without compensations, but we've an odd reluct' ance to attempt simulation, three weeks in advance, of the spirit, mood, what you will, that has never failed to dis- tinguish December 25 from all the other days of the year. We hold this too fine a thing to feign. Probably our insurgency is of no interest — quite proba- bly no one would have noted our break with tradition if we hadn't mentioned it — but we are inclined to believe that there are many like us who have come to feel of late years that quite a bit too much is made of Christmas in business, that use of Christmas symbols and phrases has progressed beyond the generous limits of reasonably good taste and that too much of this is decidedly more than enough. We're pretty sure we're not being merely oldfashioned about the matter, but we couldn't make up our mind to use a single one of the fifty-odd fat and comic Santa Clauses submitted as potential cover designs for this number. No more could we steel ourselves to print any of the no doubt perfectly screaming pictures of fond parents embarrassed by juvenile sophisticates, department-store incidents hu' morously exposing the chimney allegation, mistletoe and tree situations involving hip-flasks . . . the list is endless, the supply prodigious, the quality uniformly low. Neither could we find space for either the shrewdly Freudian sa tires or the too sweetly sentimental essays that return, freshly typed, every year at this time ... we do not trust ourselves to mention the elaborate collection of wisecrack' ing greeting cards declared to have been dispatched by various notables to sundry intimates. We think we needn't mention individually the business practices that parallel the artistic and literary atrocities list ed. Analogies are harder to escape than discover. And we do think we've made our somewhat revolutionary atti tude clear. If we haven't, we'll try again next year. The Higher Learning WHAT'S college coming to? Or maybe the question is, what's coming to college? And yet, perhaps the real question is, what's all the shootin' for? Occasion for any or all of the questions being the conspicuous presence on the front page of any and all news items pertaining to institutions of learning . . . even the crime news is be ing pushed back! It may be all for the best, but we can't put our finger instantly upon the benefit that we suppose must lie in all the news about Northwestern's advance disbursement of $100,000 to be credited against a football game twelve months distant, whereas we can quite readily envision a hypothetical donor of the institution with lifted eyebrow. It is a little easier to understand extensive reporting of President Hutchins' change of policy at the University of Chicago, an event of distinct news importance, but aban donment of inter-collegiate football by Loyola is neither unprecedented nor essentially significant. Now if it were Notre Dame . . . We haven't investigated the matter, due to a profound conviction that a superabundance of investigation is one of the generation's major burdens, but we suspect that the press representatives without which no ranking school is longer believed to be complete have much^to do with it. Nor do we think it's a bad thing, in theory," to, keep the general public, the alumni and the potential student in formed as to what kind of school is which and vice versa. We add only the suggestion that a proper course of study be devised for those students who will one day assume di rection of the school's publicity, and that this be done while there is yet a reason for doing it. "The Lions Den" WE'VE read Mrs. Kellogg Fairbank's The Lion's Den and arrived at a number of conclusions. That it's a hard book to put down until finished, a well told story and a manifestly authentic account of things that happen to an upright young congressman from Wisconsin when he is sent down to Washington, the literary critics have made known in language more professional than ours. Our conclusions have to do with other than literary considera tions, in fact quite largely with other books and most large ly with other authors. The material of which Mrs. Fairbank compounded her story, starkly analyzed, includes all of the material of which the most loudly-shouted best-sellers are composed. There is graft, gang-government union, coercion, bribery, even seduction, and there are Washington and Chicago for back ground. Mackinlay Kantor could have made a supef- Diversey out of half as much legitimate information. What Mrs. Fairbank made of it is a clear, concise, colorful but uncolored picture of people and conditions as she and similarly well informed persons know them to be . . . not all bad, not all good, all real. The Lion's Den is fact in terms of fiction, a tremendous relief from the contemporary flood of fiction in terms of fact. ' The conclusions we arrived at are not especially new. The first is that more persons qualified by circumstance to write books should write them. The second is that more persons writing books should know what they're writing about. The third is that a lot of authors can learn a lot about the responsibility of being an author by reading The Lion's Den. (And it won't do you any harm to read it either.) 8 TWE CHICAGOAN B ASHION AS A GIFT. I he precious trifles of fashion that make such chic Christmas sifts ... A bag of dull, soft, and rare antelope . . . The modernism in miniature of cuff links . . . The vividness of a ruby-red necklace . . . Gifts in such good taste . . . These are some of the gifts of chic . . . to be found in the collections, from all over the world, at Saks-Fifth Avenue North Michigan at Chestnut TME CHICAGOAN 9 NOTEWORTHY CHICAGOANS OF 1930 A Distinguished Nomad's Annual Review of the Home Town By JOSEPH P. POLLARD The Prohibition Agent who sued a restaurant owner to recover for in juries sustained while falling down the alleged defective stairs during a liquor raid on the premises. * The MOTORIST who pasted a sign on the rear window "Don't shoot, there's no liquor in this car," and who, when arrested for speeding, gave up 258 gallons of alcohol to the officers. * The two south-siders who stepped into the street to settle their quarrel with a pistol duel, and who, when the smoke had cleared, remained quite intact while two spectators lay prone on the sidewalk. * The judge who said, "False teeth can not be held for back room rent. They are part of a person," and whose ruling enabled the delinquent tenant to eat her first real meal in weeks. * The window cleaner who fell three floors through the roof of a taxicab, and who ordered the driver to speed to the nearest speakeasy. * The suburban prosecutor who chartered an airplane to go in search of a reported dice game, discovered the game in a corn field, but lost his prey while landing. * The town council of Evanston, who established a curfew law for hot dogs, prohibiting sale from wagons after eleven P. M. * The dry state senator who said "There is nowhere in the Scripture any suggestion that alcohol was present in the wine produced at the feast of Cana." * The Prohibition agents who, while clamping a padlock on a west side door, were mistaken for burglars by the neighbors, and were routed by the hastily summoned police. * The alderman who, when informed that jail inmates occasionally drink, was moved to declare, "I favor the enforcement of the Volstead Act in our prisons. There is little enough good liquor for innocent, self-re specting citizens without letting con victs have it." * The suburban town council who became highly indignant when they received an offer from a building and wrecking company to recon struct the town. * The policeman who, while kneeling at the altar during his wedding, saw a lady's purse being lifted at the next altar, leaped up, caught the thief, returned the bag, and came back to get married. The independent beer runner who brought injunction proceedings to stop the merger of two large gangs, on the ground that it would be a combination in restraint of trade. * The delicatessen proprietor who spied the book "It's Still Boloney" in a bookstore window, and who purchased it to use in the middle of his own window display, surrounded by salami, frankfurters, and sausage. * The bootlegger who objected to pay ing an income tax on the ground that the Constitution protected him from self-incrimination; and the judge who decided to overlook the source of his income so he could pay the tax. * The group of unemployed west sid- ers who organized a band of combs, mouth organs, and tin whistles, and who so disturbed the solvent citizens of the neighborhood that they were all given work. * The station agent at a suburban depot whose request for an increase in wages was granted on the ground that the commuting inebriates of to day made added demands upon his time and tact and skill. * The speakeasy proprietor who was unable to pay alimony while in jail, and who requested the court to stop his wife from visiting his cell and humiliating him before his prison mates. * The night club hostess who was convicted and fined for "contenv plating and encouraging unlawful sales of liquor to reduce customers to mellow, if not maudlin, generosity." * The local merchant of Swedish descent who, while traveling in his native land, sought to jar the pass port officials at the Norwegian bor der by signing his travel papers Hendrik Ibsen, and his daughter's Greta Garbo, and who was prompt' ly passed unnoticed. * The generous baker who sought to do his bit by giving away fresh loaves of bread in front of an em' ployment agency, and who was re buked by a prospective donee "What good is bread without butter?" * The plaintiff in a personal injury suit who asked $100,000 damages, and who was awarded $110,000. * The Chinese laundryman whose disappearance caused confusion among his customers because he had neglected to leave an interpreter for the laundry tickets. * The telephone operator who kept announcing that the line was out of order whenever a call was put in for her father's business rival. * The Yellow cab driver who reported back to the company shop with a bass drum and a century plant which a fare had forgotten. * The judge who decided that a speak easy was not such a place of danger as to prevent recovery of a slain man's insurance: "If the conten tions of the company were sound, the widow would have lost her in' surance had her husband been shot while attending a debutante's party or visiting a stockbroker's office." 10 TI4ECMICAGOAN ALARUMS AND EXCURSIONS The Curious Inception of the Anarchists' Anthem CHICAGO has the faculty, not unusual, of being able on one hand to sit unperturbed, or nearly so, through the most astounding catastro phes, and on the other, to frighten herself almost to death over matters not nearly so appalling. The attitude of her daily newspapers has a great deal to do with it in either case. And it is upon the newspapers that historians have to rely. They are the sources from which those to come have to draw their knowledge of things past, the living testimony of eye-witnesses reduced to writing immediately after the event. That is, they used to be to an extent greater than now, and the historian of the future will have to teach himself to make greater allow ances than he ever has in newspaper "stories" — the trade name is signifi cant — if histories are to be veracious. Always in the past there was the pride of workmanship in the newspa per reporter, back from his assignment with the facts in hand, to make it the best story possible, interesting always, sensational if possible; as Gilbert wrote, setting down "corroborative detail to lend an air of verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing nar rative.'' This has been so at all times, but since the invention of leg-men and rewrite-men, it is usual. The men in the field getting the facts in the case, can only report them over the tele phone to the accomplished writer at the other end, and he, the latter, would be less than human if, lacking the one touch or more to round out the tale, he did not supply it. Something can be said for the theory that, if it didn't happen so, it should have happened so; and in many cases it does. Graham Taylor, one of the most useful citizens Chicago has ever boasted, has just now set down his impressions of Chicago, not only since his coming here in 1893, but others further back which have re verberated into his own time, and among these is the anarchist scare of of 1886 and 1887. His book is an noying for lack of dates, an astonish ing omission in a historical work, though often they can be figured out by going forward or back in the incon secutive narrative. It was on Novem ber 11, 1896, the ninth anniversary of By WALLACE RICE the anarchist hanging, that he attended a memorial meeting somewhere in town of which he says : "Their (the an- archits') favorite songs were sung by a chorus of young ladies dressed in white with black sashes. Annie Laurie, which had been sung by Parsons in his cell just before he was executed, plain tively followed The Marseillaise. Annie Laurie in fact, ever since the story of Parsons' singing it the night before his execution was told in the Chicago newspapers the next morning, has been the anarchists' hymn. It was adopted immediately by them in spite of manifest incongruities in words and melody to such an extent for example that the authorities forbade the playing of it by the bands in the great funeral procession that accompanied the bodies of the four hanged men to their final resting place, and it is still to some ex' tent under the ban. Curious, isn't it, that a song written about a real Scotch girl of that name in the seventeenth century by a Mr. Douglas of Fing- land — and she didn't marry him but a Mr. Ferguson of Craigdarrach — and set to music early in the nineteenth century by Lady John Scott, should have found itself in that galley? IT is even more curious when it is known that Parsons, a moral man in his private life, married a wife who was a dark brunette to say the least, with a brow that was not at all sug gestive of a snowdrift, a neck quite un like that of a swan, and a face that however comely was not fair so far as complexion goes. Moreover, he was not a singer, certainly not of Scotch love lyrics at such a time and place. Mostover, if there is such a word, he didn't sing it at all. It may not be generally known that men condemned to death, however sleepless through worry and apprehen sion they may have been while hope of pardon and reprieve was alive, with practical unanimity accept the inevi table once it has become so, and spend the last night of their lives without in cident. They eat good suppers, go to bed early and sleep sound, often having to be roused in the morning, finish a good breakfast and go to the scaffold, as these four anarchists did, bravely and with faculties alert. All the Chicago papers with a num ber of out'of-town newspaper corre spondents kept the death watch in the Cook county jail that night. They sat about and smoked, had drinks brought in, played cards, told stories, and were as bored as active newspaper men ever are. Nothing happened, nothing what' ever, to relieve the long hours. At last the time came to write their articles or dispatches describing the night; and there was nothing in particular to write. Wherefore Charles Goodyear Seymour, who is to be met again in these reminiscences of Chicago, sug gested that it would be a pleasant touch to say that Albert R. Parsons sang Annie Laurie during the night, not the next morning. So it was writ' ten, and so it goes into history. Sey mour, whose brother Horatio was the managing editor of The Chicago Her' aid, was in more than one essential re- spect the best reporter and all'around newspaper man of his day, and scores of stories through many years owed their vividness to his pen, which more than once rose to heights of genius, not only through the words he phrased for the telling, but the singular gift he possessed for tracing news to its sources. t^ HOLIDAY DEPRESSANTS 1 . Comments about a white Christmas. 2. What to give Cousin Jessie who "has everything." 3. The search for the list bearing the names of senders of greeting cards last year. 4. Misquotations of Tiny Tim. 5. Jokes in the public journals about fathers receiving too brilliantly- hued neckwear. 6. Cheery family reunions with slightly veiled criticisms, petty jeal ousies and such popping up all day. 7. Cheery family reunions. 8. English country life scenes on Christmas cards. 9. Kittenish remarks about mistle' toe by fat women of fifty. 10. Humorous greeting cards. — DURHAM N. PLARR. TWQCWICAGOAN n WORLD'S FAIR HEADQUARTERS Gray to the lens, disconcertingly blue to the orthodox hut brightly prophetic to the modern, the Century of Progress Administration Building has achieved tenancy and the attention of Victor Havemans camera. 12 TUE CHICAGOAN HIGH WIRES AND TENSION One of the Town's distinguished amateur photographers, Richard F. McGraw, offers a line study of a high'line tower that is a readymade pattern of lines, squares, diamonds, angles and triangles, no matter how you loo\ at it, and done without loss of the appearance of height. TUE CHICAGOAN 13 CHARWOMEN AT WORK A night scene caught by Mr. McGraw's magic camera wherein *s evidence of the pres' ence of the La Salle- Wac\er Building's eve' ning occupants. 14 TI4E CHICAGOAN OOOH ! BLUE! Ruth Page, the decidedly premiere danseuse and subject of the sketch on the opposite page, shown in her interpretation of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue, (The photograph is by Eugene Hutchinson) . THE CHICAGOAN 15 RUTH PAGE An Indianapolis Girl Who Made Good in the World By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN AT one of Ernest Byfield's famous . parties there were gathered some of the best known actresses on the legitimate stage and other well'bred persons. A hush fell on the assem' blage and the whisper went around that a famous movie star would honor the occasion. The door suddenly opened and in swept a twentyyear' old child'of'fortune, besabled, bedia' monded and surrounded by an entour' age of three highly polished gigolos. These courtiers bowed, scraped, held the handkerchief while the cinema queen blew her nose and kept an onyx lighter in hand for the ignition of the goddess' cigarette. The men thought, "My Gawd," and formed a line; what the women thought will never be known, and, if it were, could not be printed. There is no point to all this, except that Ruth Page reminds me of the episode. She is so different. In a crowd you would pick out Miss Page as a personality, but never as a conventional celebrity. One who knows of the world'wide acclaim ac corded her might be led to expect the off-stage airs and graces customarily associated with the favorites of Terpsi' chore and Thespis. No such thing. This charming Chicagoan who has danced before Emperors, Siamese Princes and Russian Commissars is as natural and unaffected as you and I like to think we are. Her clothes aim for a certain careless moderne sim' plicity, neither the Greenwich Village sloppiness nor the conventional the' atrico'social creation. Those who meet her socially find a quick and eager re' sponse to any idea advanced, rather than the polite or impolite indifference of the average artist for anything not intimately connected with herself. It should not, however, be inferred from this that Ruth Page is vitally con' cerned about U. S. Steel, Babe Ruth, Joe Savoldi, Al Capone and Jack Gil' bert. She is not. Her absorbing inter' ests are three, a lawyer-husband, with whom she lives in a rare and happy adjustment of diverse activities, her dancing and modern Art. Living creation in art is her God. She is bored with Beethoven, but thrills to Gershwin, whose jazz symphony she has interpreted in her Blues number. The Coolidge Music Festival is the sort of thing which can attract Miss Page seven nights running. At such ethe real entertain ment she pals about with the wisest of the wise in musical mat' ters, men like Henri Prunieres, the Paris critic of The T^ew Tor\ Times. She talks familiarly of Al' beniz, Ravel Poulenc, De Falla and Hindemith. Not only talks of them, but visits and corresponds with many of them. Opera, except as a background for ballet, she regards as interesting chiefly for historic reasons. It is the same in the field of painting — Soudehkin, Perdriat, Bakst, Laurencin, Covarrubias intrigue her more than Rembrandt and Titian. To be on terms of intimacy with such a polyglot collection of world-citisens, one must speak other languages besides English. This accomplished girl handles Russian, French, German, Spanish and Portu guese with varying degrees of fluency. UNLIKE the writer, Miss Page found the Russian life portrayed in A Month in the Country good the' ater, but even the modernity of Hotel Universe could not save it for her. The Punch and Judy is her favorite talkie emporium; Amos V Andy not her favorite radio hour. At home in Chicago her intimates are chiefly among artists, critics or pat' rons of art. Nicholas Remisoff, designer of many of her costumes and much of her scenery, Karleton Hackett and Edward Moore, the critics, Felix Borowski, Mark Turbyfill, Rudolph Gans, Clarence Loomis, Paul Dupont, and Arthur Aldis are but a few of her Miss Page wearing a Mei Lan-Fcing costume. close friends. Towards the benighted and pragmatic associates of her attrac tive husband she is graciousness itself, and listens to their tiresome harangues with disarming absorption. If there is one thing to which she is completely indifferent, it is the personal morals of other persons. Her own private life is as conventional as Indianapolis, but her tolerance as broad as Paris. I doubt if Chicagoans generally ap preciate how colorful has been the career of this petite, brown-eyed girl who lives so unassumingly in our midst. Most of us have been taken in child hood to see some outstanding histrionics and gone home to ape in front of mother's full length mirror and to dream. Most of us are now selling bonds, practicing law or taking care of the children. Ruth's twelve-year-old visit to see Pavlowa bore more fruit. Her childish pirouettes led to study with the Pavlowa Ballet and ultimately to a tour of South America with the great dancer. Returning to the United States, Chicago first saw Miss Page in the well-remembered Birthday of the Infanta, John Alden Carpenter's lovely ballet. This happened in 1920. After working with the Bolm Ballet, she felt the urge to appear before the public every night, so that she might 16 H4E CHICAGOAN become stagewise. Unknown on Broad way, she presented herself to Hassard Short, director of the Second Music Box Revue, and for two years embel lished this smart show with dancing far above the grade usually exhibited in musical comedy. Artistically, this in terlude may be regarded as the low point of her career; financially, perhaps the high point. The purpose served, Miss Page has never again appeared between the antics of comics and a love song under a calcium-moon, in spite of the tempting clink of Broadway's money-bags. UNMINDFUL of lucre and fame', she has been a free spirit in the art world, following any trail which promises interest at the end or by the way. Her triumph in different parts of the globe would serve as a lesson in geography. Moscow, Tokyo, Peking, Bangkok, Buenos Aires, Vienna have seen and applauded. It would read like a press notice to enumerate all the in teresting invitations she has accepted for private and semi-private recitals. One will typify — her appearance last spring in Paris at the invitation of the Governor-General before the Society of the Arts of Indo-China. For this group of seekers-after-truth she per formed the native dances of Bali, Siam and Indo-China. She was able to with' stand the searching light of authorita' tive criticism from such whiskered savants, because the dances of these localities had been learned by first' hand observation and not by reading about them in the "Rational Geographic Magazine. So many sleight-of-hand artists, tight rope walkers and trained seal exhib itors have boasted appearances before the "crowned heads of Europe" that it seems banal to mention the times Ruth Page has entertained and edified the Japanese Emperor Hirohito, Queen Marie of Rumania, the Prince of Wales, the Crown Prince of Sweden and the Crown Prince of Greece. It would be my guess that the recital be fore the Society of the Arts of Indo- China interested the dancer more than her encounters with hereditary royalty. Besides her position as premiere danseuse at Ravinia, with which all Chicago music lovers are familiar, she is now, and has been for some time past, appearing on the concert stage locally and throughout the country. In February she plans to produce the Stravinsky ballet, "L'Histoire du Soldat," at the Goodman Theater under the auspices of the International Society for Contemporary Music. This work has never been done in Chicago, although my betters tell me it should have been. The new thing is what this true artist wants to do, and does. FOR this biographer to attempt any serious critical discussion of danc ing would be the height of something. But the visceral reaction of a lay mind, added to some scant knowledge of my subject's background and aims, may justify a few random remarks. One can become somewhat bored after a half hour of La Argentina because of the sameness of material presented. The clacking of castenets is not indefinitely interesting. Fiery emotion expressed within a limited range of costume and movement may appeal to certain cults of dance-worshippers, but usually turns out to be ephemeral. Ruth Page's dancing is notable for its ex treme versatility. She will offer a classic ballet number of the Taglioni period to the music of Chopin, fol lowed by Oa\ Street Beach or The Flapper and the §uarterbac\, modern istic racing of our current foibles, and then appear for a native dance in the authentic costume and manner of the Island of Bali. The finale may bs some impressionistic mobilities to Pro- kofieff's music, such as Ballet Scaffold ing, or Blues to Gershwin's Prelude. Some of her dances are purely ab stract while others have ideas to ex press, but all of them have complete foundation in the pure classic tech nique taught by Pavlowa, Adolph Bolm and Diaghileff. Against such a background of training, aided by a broad knowledge of music and wide experience of travel, Miss Page can safely give free rein to her spirit of modernism. But training, experience and ideas are but appendages to the art of dancing. I echo the words of a hundred critics in speaking of her greatest gifts, a perfectly proportioned body of floating grace and a lovely face of ever changing expression. One of the repertory of my admired victim is a conception of a modern Diana. It is therefore appropriate that her new home should be in the Michigan Square Building, the en trance to which is ornamented by an intriguing view of the chubby torso of Carl Milles' sculptured Goddess of the Chase. Ten floors above Diana Court, Nicholas Remisoff is going to decorate studio walls with his idea of the same mythological deity. The whole building will be full of Dianas — in clay, paint and flesh. If this work' room is as attractive as it promises to be, there will be no hardship for Miss Page in the twelve hours of practice she daily gives to dancing. And Oak Street Beach is in walking distance, where more material can be gathered for interpretation of the American scene, even if the swimming — her fa' vorite sport next to dancing — may seem to be a bit too democratic. What more ideal background than our increasingly modernized Michigan Avenue for the only American artist who has ever performed by invitation at the Coronation of an Emperor of Japan; who has ever given recitals in Moscow at the invitation of the Soviet government; who has ever danced be- fore the Prince of Siam at the Varadis Palace in Bangkok; who has ever visited Bali to study and bring back the native Balinese dances; who has ever been a member of the Diaghileff Bal' let Russe? Indianapolis papers please copy. CHRISTMAS CHANT Maidens hanging high Gilded horn and chain, Green ball and scarlet ball, Silly toy and charm, — Let your laughter fall Far, and smooth, and warm, Decking earth and sky Ere the season wane! .1 Shadows on the stair, Blent of those who, close, Kiss, and kiss again, Under waxen berry, — Waver in the air, Brief as any rose . . . While the season's merry, Bend, and kiss again! Delicate and frail Note of viol and flute, Borne upon the wind, Breathed beyond the skies, — Pause, and set the mute Voice, to old and kind Melodies, that fail When the season dies. Holly on the tree — Stars across the tender Burden of the snows . . . Hearts awake to mirth, — See, the radiant splendor Brightens, ere it goes . . . Hail the Christ'Child's beauty Lent again to earth! — DOROTHY DOW. THE CHICAGOAN 17 MR. PINKERTON HOLDS THE BAG The Eye Solves the Held Jewel Robbery with Ease THE Ziegfelds, Florenz, the man ager-husband and Anna Held, the beautiful Parisian actress-wife, had hurried from the Stratford House to board their train for Cleveland and another engagement. In a little black bag, Mr. Ziegfeld car ried their lifetime sav ings, a half million dollars worth of jewels, which was left in their compartment with their maid while the Ziegfelds were in the diner. Upon reaching their hotel in Cleveland Mr. Ziegfeld discovered that they had been robbed and that a similar black bag filled with a few stones, pieces of brass and strips of newspapers had been substituted for their own. Cleveland police were notified, but after several days spent in working on the case they had nothing to report. In desperation Mr. Ziegfeld wired to his old friend Billy Pinkerton in Chicago, offering a reward of $20,000 for the recovery of the jewels. Pinker' ton wired back: "Would you rather have the jewels back intact or lose some of them and have the thieves punished?" In response to this wire the unhappy theatrical manager replied: "The jewels by all means. Never mind the thieves." SIX days went by during which Ziegfeld waited in vain for news of further developments. On the seventh, a tall, heavily built man who might have been recognized as the as' siduous newspaper reader on the Zieg' feld's train to Cleveland, walked into the New York offices of the Pinkerton Detective Agency. He had been ex' pected, apparently, for without so much as giving his name he was shown at once into the office of Seymour Beutler, the Pinkerton's New York manager. "Hello, Jack," was Beutler's cordial By KOMOLA VOYNOW greeting. "Glad to see you looking so well." "Hello," came the sullen rejoinder. Beutler waved him to a chair. "Tell me what this is all about, will you?" he asked. "Oh, you know," snapped the visi tor. "You know the Eye wired the Chicago Kid to report at once to your office. Well, the Kid didn't come, but I'm here to represent him. What do you want?" "Nothing at all, Jack," said Beutler passing him a cigar. "Nothing in par ticular, that is. The boss just wanted to know how you and the Kid liked traveling." "What do you mean?" "Oh, nothing — really. But tell me, where are you washing windows now?" The big man jumped. "Windows?" he stammered. "Washing windows? Say, he must be ... I don't know nothing about washing windows." "Sure?" inquired Mr. Beutler gently. "Sure I'm sure. I never washed no windows." Mr. Beutler, under the other's hun gry gaze, tapped thoughtfully on his desk. "Mmmm," he brought forth at last. "First time in my life I ever knew the Eye to make a mistake in identity. Why, he would have sworn you and the Chicago Kid were wash ing windows at the Stratford Hotel in Chicago a few weeks ago. Must have been a couple of guys who look a lot like you." Jack settled back in his chair. "Well — what of it?" "Nothing; nothing at all. I'll just report to the boss that you know nothing about jewelry and that you never washed windows in your life." He paused before remarking : "But you know the boss. He never admits he's mis taken, and he's liable to frame something like this Anna Held jewelry theft on you fellows when he knows he was wrong about the win dow washing." Jack waited uneasily for what followed. "By the way, Boston, maybe you can square yourself with the the boss at that." "How?" asked the other eagerly. "You know, Ziegfeld is offering a $20,000 reward for that jewelry with no questions asked. I thought maybe . . . that. . . ." "I don't know nothing about his jewelry so why ask me?" "^y^OU know that those fellows, * whoever they are, can get the reward without any trouble and they won't have to worry about being both ered in the future, either. But if they don't bring back the jewels . . . well . . . maybe the Eye hasn't enough evi dence to convict them right now, but . . . ." He favored Boston Jack with a kindly smile. "Better think it over," he advised. BOSTON thought it over. A few hours after his visit to Beutler he went into conference with Billy Burke, alias the Chicago Kid, Charlie Sachs, alias St. Paul Sikes, and Jimmy Reilly, alias the Postal Kid. His three con- 18 THE CHICAGOAN freres bore a striking resemblance to the three men who accompanied Bos ton Jack on his overnight trip from Chicago to Cleveland. Their confab was brief, and was brought to a stirring finale with this dictum of the Chicago Kid : "Monkey with the Eye? Nothin' doin'. Why, only a couple of years ago I cracked a bank safe down in Georgia. I picked that bank just because it didn't have a Pinkerton protective sign on it, and I got away with fifty grand. A few days later someone told me the Pinks were after me, and as soon as I got wind of that I mailed the money right back to the Eye. I told him to raise hell with the bank officials, too, for not hanging their Pinkerton sign where I could see it!" It was only a matter of days before Boston Jack met Mr. Pinkerton in his Chicago office. The Eye set the stage for the transfer of jewels and cash, and, having summoned Mr. Ziegfeld back to Chicago, gave him his instructions accordingly. At three o'clock, exactly, of a gray blustery afternoon, Mr. Ziegfeld walked briskly out of the Michigan avenue entrance of the historic Strat ford Hotel. As he set foot on the pavement there crossed his path a tall, heavily built man whose coat collar was turned up completely hiding his face. Not one of the hurrying passers- by noticed Mr. Ziegfeld taking into his palm an oblong brass check in return for a bulky envelope, which contained twenty one thousand dollar bills. They merely saw the young theatrical man ager pause an instant, as though to let the burly fellow pass, then rush to the curb where he hailed a hansom. The driver was ordered to drive to one of the town's major railroad sta tions. The passenger alighted, dashed inside, and dashed out again, this time asking to be taken to the Stratford, as fast as possible. He had returned carry ing a little black bag, which he clutched feverishly, and which had been held at- the railroad station check room where he redeemed it with the shiny oblong of brass. Only when he gained the privacy of his hotel room did Ziegfeld dare open the lock. A shower of gems met his eye, and on examination, he found every piece of Anna Held's half a mil lion dollars' worth of jewelry reposing there on the slightly worn lining! T was not until after the deaths of the four criminals involved that Mr. Pinkerton related the full facts of the robbery. Modestly, as he told about all of his achievements when he told about them at all, he explained how he had solved the mystery that baffled the Cleveland police force and the railroad authorities. "There wasn't much to it," he averred, "once I began putting things together. When I received Ziegfeld's hectic wire from Cleveland I recalled my talk with Lillian Russell immedi ately. She had identified, I remem' bered, two well known criminals who, in the guise of window washers, had been prowling around her suite at the Stratford. It was only natural for me to believe that this same gang had been on the lookout for an opportunity to steal the jewels of other prominent actresses, all of whom stopped at that hotel when in Chicago. When it was considered that Anna Held was robbed on a train going out of Chicago the connection of the window washers and the robbery was obvious. All I had for proof was my moral certainty that Boston Jack and his pals, all of whom were high class crooks, had done the job. But the men themselves knew they were guilty, and their knowledge of guilt combined with their belief that I knew more about the affair than I actually did made it easy for me to bluff them. "Then, and it was after I had wired the Chicago Kid to call on Beutler, I questioned Mr. and Mrs. Ziegfeld and their maid. I learned of the presence of the four strangers on the Pullman car. I got the maid to confess that she had, for a few minutes, left the Zieg' feld's compartment unguarded. After that it was easy to reconstruct the crime: the first man going into the smoker to put on the fake uniform and cap of the Pullman conductor, the sec ond man going forward to guard the door at the end of the car in which the Ziegfelds had their compartment, the third man sneaking into the compart' ment and substituting a duplicate bag for the one containing the jewelry while the maid was away, and the fourth, Boston Jack, delaying the re tunrof the maid and effectually shut' ting off the view of chance passersby with his wide spread newspaper. Some time after the return of the jewels the Chicago Kid told me how the robbery had been committed. His tale tallied in every detail with my reconstruction of the crime." "And," Pinkerton was asked, "it was Boston Jack who handed Mr. Zieg feld the baggage check and received the actual money for the reward?" At this point the Eye permitted himself the luxury of a chuckle. "No," he admitted, "it wasn't Bos' ton. Boston was, indeed, entrusted with the guardianship of the little black bag after it was removed from Anna Held's compartment, and when he came to me in Chicago to claim the reward, he had the bag with him. He turned it over to me several hours pre vious to Mr. Ziegfield's recovery of it at the station. You might guess it isn't easy to persuade a crook to part with half a million dollars' worth of jewelry after he's gone to the trouble of stealing them, but my methods of persuasion are . . . my own. "The actual relinquishing of the bag and its treasure took place in my of' fice; and it was relinquished to me. "Then — then," continued the suave Mr. Pinkerton, "it seemed a shame for Mr. Ziegfeld to have to have a prosaic ending to his romantic, if unhappy, ad' venture. So I, in turn, gave the bag to one of my employes. He checked it at the railroad station where Ziegfeld claimed it later. And it was my em ploye who, according to my directions, still later turned up his coat collar to walk past the Stratford Hotel for that brief encounter with Mr. Ziegfeld. "You see," he explained not with' out pride, "Mr. Ziegfeld wasn't the only showman involved in this case!" BOOK GIFT SUGGESTIONS THIS is the week when we ought to be telling you what to give book friends for Christmas. But the book stores have such nice holly wrappers this year that it perhaps doesn't matter so much as usual whether they put in side a Random House photographic Paris with introduction by Paul Morand. Or a biography of Mr. Cur' rier and Mr. Ives by Russell Crouse, complete with samples of what we used to think was art and still think is an tiques. Or a little thing like the Black Anchor Press limited edition of John Cowper Powys' The Owl, the Duc\ and — Miss Rowe, Miss Rowe which is as short as most of Mr. Powys' novels are long. Or, to mention a second Chicago venture, you might even be able to get away with the Suetonius illustrated by Pape, that the Argus book shop has just published. I doubt this, however. — SUSAN WILBUR. THE CHICAGOAN 19 GAIL BORDEN: Infant prodigy and en fant terrible of journalism who won his D at Dartmouth by turning a somersault on skis and the respect of his pupils at the Uni' yersity of Chicago by teaching English, and is a collector of first editions and Siamese cats. Being dramatic critic of the Daily Times and a Texan by birth, he does not need lessons from The Beaux' Stratagem to interest attractive leading ladies. He is the only newspaper columnist who operates his own aeroplane. VINCENT BENDIX: Who in his youth decided not to follow his father's footsteps and enter the ministry and turned to me chanics instead. With his invention of the electric self-starter he soon became an im portant figure in the automobile world. Now his Bendix Aviation Corporation produces starters and his Bendix Brake Company turns out stoppers. He recently purchased the famous Potter Palmer mansion on Lake Shore Drive. DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK FANNY BUTCHER: Literary editor of The Chicago Tribune who, several years ago, gave up her famous and prospering book store so that she might have plenty of time to devote the reviewing of books for her readers. A fine and fair book critic, she has many friends among literary people: Edna Ferber, S. S. Van Dine, Willa Cather, Paul Morand, G. B. Stern and Carl Van Vechten being only a few authors who value her friendship and unbiased criticisms. HARLEY L. CLARKE: Who occupies an important position in the world of industry and finance as president of the Utilities Power and Light corporation, the Fox Film corporation and other interests. Widely traveled, he is equally at home in New York, London, Paris, Berlin and Chi cago. Golf, tennis, aquatic sports, histori' cal and travel books, the Bard of Avon and his works and pomps, and an extra ordinary collection of chronometers of all sizes, makes and ages are his favorite di versions. MATTHEW MILLS: Lawyer, bachelor, President of the Yale Club of Chicago and of the Illinois Society of the Sons of the American Revolution. One time member of the state legislature, assistant attorney general for the state and counsel for the Illinois Public Utilities Company and now lecturer in the John Marshall law school. He did not sing in the glee club while at Yale, but will welcome that organisation upon its coming annual appearance in Town. 20 "U4E CHICAGOAN ilOj&fc. B43 i% 1 B48 Vf 1 B46 %*. Jl*~lt J353*! ^R aft J^^v.^1 ^s8* \\I:J' «=- kjI n 1 1\ AvJ R^ifmisi w 7 «^jfc»> , ££&&» BSO Recommending Gilts ol Pewter For that "difficult-to~please" person on your shopping list select a piece of Early American pewter. The quality is so remarkable, the weight and lustre so fine, and the shapes such a delight that you'll find yourself loath to part with your purchases! From a superb collection, we illustrate: (B41) — Four-piece Coffee Service, $14.50 (B42) — Candelabra, pair, $5 (B43)— Water GoUet, each $4 (B44)— Fruit or Flower Bowl, $2.50 (B45)— Salt-and-Peppcr Set, $1.85 (B46)— Water Pitcher, $5 . (B47)— Three-piece Dessert Set, $5 (B48)— Dolphin Compote, $3.75 (B49)— Cocktail Shalcer,$5.75 (B50)— Footed Cocktail Cups, each $1.75 Fine Service Q.i $750 1 bilver / each Splendid quality silver plate (18% nickel base), heavy and lustrous, with an applied border. These items are available: (B51)— Well-and-Tree Platter, 17-inch (B52)— Covered Vegetable Dish (B53>— Gravy Boat, two peces (B54>— Cold Meat Platter, 17-inch (B55) — Relish Tray with Glass Liner (B56) — Creamer and Sugar, two peces (B57) — Large-size Water Pitcher (B58) — Cocktail Shaker, one quart L uviey ESTABLISHED 1838 omfoany 212 North Michigan Avenue TWE CHICAGOAN 21 TOWN TALK Ex -• Nurse ~~ Whiffenpoofs Explained — Mrs. Fairbank As a Lion Tamer to Gail — Is Your Chauffeur Ragged ?*-~T wo Rabbits' Legs &- the I. Q.— The Pianist Riq Hail Night Nurse ALL the great work done in this world is performed by artists re lying on their subconscious minds. If Town Talk of this issue is not great work, it is at least done by one Town Talking in his sleep. Your recorder of urban matters has just concluded some several days1 snappy extra duty as day nurse, night nurse, housekeeper, cook and floor patroler in his amusing menage, and is Fit to Be Untied. So here we are, recovering from what Ring Lardner doubtless laughing ly nicknamed Thanksgiving, and one thing we discover right off about writ ing in your sleep is that the subcon scious does not include mathematics. Ordinarily we can figure our fort nights pretty well, but this time we forget just what important occasion Town Talk should cover. The image of Santa Claus comes to us. Is this, perhaps, our Christmas number? Or is it the issue after this that's the Christmas number? The sub conscious is no help on this problem. Oh, well, we'll call it the Christmas number. If we're too soon, we can still have another Christmas number next fortnight. We bid two no trump, partner, and don't look at us in that tone of voice. Whiffenpoofs SOME time since you saw us last, and don't ask us which night while our mathematics is asleep, we were out at the Kurt Steins to hear Ralph Dobbs, the 20-year-old genius, at the piano forte; and Donna Parker said some thing about the Whiffenpoofs. We rose up immediately in defense of Mrs. Thomas Whiffen, the greatest old lady of the stage since Alexander Hamil ton, but Donna said she didn't think the word intended any aspersions, and would look it up and let us know about it. We now hear accordingly that there are several Whiffenpoofs in the Yale Glee club, which is to appear here in Orchestra Hall on the 23rd. By RICHARD ATWATER The Whiffenpoofs are 23 years old (as a club, we mean) and are limited to seven members. Their motto is "we are seven." At first, six of them sang and one was the trainer; but since prohibition [Cowbells, please] the seventh has had to have a voice as well as the others. The Whiffenpoofs meet every Mon day night at the eating house known to Yale men as "Morey's," and Yale men who are not Whiffenpoofs fre quent the place particularly on this night to hear the concert. A particu lar table is reserved for the Whiffen poofs, and each year the members carve their names on it. The present table is the third one the club has used, the carved tops of the preceding two being now hung as trophies on the wall. And their regular opening song number is an arrangement of one of our favorite ballads — "We Are Little Black Sheep Who Have Lost Our Way." This is a lot of space for us to give Yale, but it will not happen again. b?i Lion's Den JANET FAIRBANK'S new novel delighted us. It's a rare book that combines politics and romance, but The Lion's Den accomplishes this feat, and very successfully too. We are now, and for the first time, in favor of women in politics, provided these ladies are all like Mrs. Fairbank. Only one criticism of this novel occurs to us. The congressman should never have let that wonder stenographer go. As for the title, do you remember the old monologue? Donna Parker, again, (and take two bows this time, my dear) recalled the lines for us that other evening. A Tuesday. We're waking up a little if we can remember Tuesdays. It goes something like this, with an Australian accent which we will not attempt to reproduce. "Well, Daniel, and how did you like your room? — I don't want to com plain, King. But if you're asking me, it seemed more like a den than a room. — Den? Why, what do you mean, Daniel?— Why, King, it was just fair ly crawling with lions. — Crawling, with lions? Come, come, Daniel. I never had any complaints about that room before. Lions, indeed. — I'm tell ing you, King. If I hadn't spent most of the night walking around, I'd have got bitten to pieces by them lions.— Really. Hmm. Well, all I've got to say, Daniel, is that if there were any lions in that room, you must have brought them there yourself — " Haunted ANOTHER one we like is recalled , by "The Critic of Poor Reason," 'inspired by our recent mention of some body christened KDKA Pittsburgh Jones. It seems there were two Senegam- Hans, who, fortified by the juniper, finally got up courage to investigate a reputedly haunted house. One of them entered the front door, the other the back. The following conversation en sued in the spectral darkness: "Who's dere?" "Who's dere?" "Who's dere?" "Who's dere?" "Who's dere?" "Who's dere?" "Who said dat last who's dere?" These Columnists SOME columns in the papers seem to be haunted, too. It seems but yesterday • that we regretted the de parture from the Times of Arthur Sheekman to welcome Francis Cough lin. And now we regret the departure from the Times of Francis Coughlin, and welcome Gail Borden as a colum nist colleague. Gail, however, is un usually prepared for the delightful hazards of columning. He owns and operates an aeroplane. : Getting drama critics to write columns on the side seems to be quite the thing nowadays. Walter Win-; chell, Ashton Stevens, Gail Borden, and for all we know there are others. 22 TI4E CHICAGOAN Gifts For Those You Want To Remember And Those You Have To If you don't know what to give your fussy Aunt Dora (known to the family as the Dowager Duchess) and you've no notion what Jeanie (the darling debutante niece) would like — come to Frederic's. Our saleswomen have a knack of knowing the answers to just such perplexing questions. This, you see, is Frederic's — known for fashion jewelry of beauty, style, smartness — and moderately priced. Necklaces, Bracelets, Rings, Eardrops Turquoise, Whitestone, Marcasite, Gold or Silver, Frederic's Pearls and Frederic's "Talked-About" Bags It looks as if Riq would have to start going to the plays to keep up with his playmates. When columnists are not drama critics, they're ex-Presidents. "I hear," writes P. H. M., "that the New York Herald'Trihune' s style book specifies that Calvin Coolidge must be referred to as Mr. Coolidge. When he was President, 'Cal' was good enough. Sim ilarly, a certain gentleman who ran a column in the local Post was in that capacity referred to as 'Riq.' In re tirement he is constantly addressed as 'Mr. Atwater.' It seems curious that a man must quit high office before he has his dignity returned to him." Retirement, my dear Sir? Do you mistake a coming out party for a re tirement? Pardon our discreet guffaw. They Told Me Afterward The dance was over, and you spo\e my name in a formal voice. I said we might return to the others who were waiting when we came, searching our faces that they might discern whether or not our manner was the same. They told me afterwards my face was void and that I even loo\ed a bit annoyed. —JEANNE DE LAMARTER. Scotch Joke ONE of the suavest unemployment jests of the year was perpetrated, probably innocently, by one of the Town's clothiers. Imagine the emo tions coming over several ladies in modest, not to say Hoover circum stances, when the mail brought them a nice form letter beginning: " 'Why, her chauffeur looks posi tively ragged.' "People will make such remarks — for we do judge by externals. "And yet, it is so inexpensive to completely and correctly equip your chauffeur with the well fitting, smart and correct liveries at — " Cure SPEAKING of ragged chauffeurs, there's the spirited young friend of ours whose private flivver ran into another car the other night. He could not understand, at the time, why the policeman was so disturbed to discover he had been driving while intoxicated. "Listen, officer," he rebuked the guardian of the law. "If you don't want me to drive while intoxicated, you must not stop me like this. Just let me keep on driving around in the open air, which is what I need to get sober." "Oh, all right," said the accommo dating policeman. "I will get in the seat with you, and we will drive on and on in the open air until we get to the police station. Turn left here, and two Hocks north — " ^Anagram Dept. THESE incomplete gangster ana grams are tantalising. After that maddening comparison Keith Drake made of Zuta-Aiello and Etaoin- Shrdlu, what now bothers us is to find Al Capone misses being a turned- around Napoleon by only two letters. The Bulletproof Vest Industry ACTING on a clue given us by D. E. Hobelman, [and there's an other new columnist: in the Economy Spectator,"] we called on that genial art and rotund theater critic, Clarence Joseph ["Apples and Madonnas"] Bulliet. "Is it true, as charged in a recent issue of the Pathfinder," we asked him, "that C. J. Bulliet, the art critic, is a manufacturer of bulletproof vests on the side?" Mr. Bulliet laughed heartily and looked down at the waistcoat he was wearing. It was shaking with mirth but showed no signs of splitting. "I don't know," he admitted. "I'm just back from New York. You know what they were doing in New York? Keeping the electric lights turned out. Except when, now and then, a visitor comes in to look at a picture." This struck us as quite a measure of economy, and reminded us to ask what Bulliet's next book is to be about. He didn't know. He's working on four new books, and has no idea which one will be finished first, thus adding to the pleasures of authorship all the excite ment of a game of solitaire cards. We took another look at Mr. Bul liet's vest, but not having a gun with us, at the moment, couldn't tell you whether it was bulletproof or not. It does seem to be fireproof. Christmas Song Love lay in a manger And the white ox, lowing, said: TME CHICAGOAN 25 Deep in a wood a Tree stands Whose branches qua\e with dread; Its shadows li\e a cross-beam Lies star\ across this bed. Love lay in a manger And the blac\ ox \nelt and spo\e: From that same Tree, my brother, Is hewn a wondrous yo\e; It lightens toil and sorrow For mee\ and lowly fol\. Love lay in a manger And the lamb made piteous bleat: Oh, Mary, cherish closer Those tender palms so sweet; A ruddy drop is staining The cuddled baby feet — Tea, a sword shall pierce thine own heart And slow its wonted beat. Love lay in a manger And the ram \nelt on the board: On a cross of three, my brothers, A thief lias heard the word That turns the \ey to paradise And answers nails and sword. Kneel, brothers, \neel to worship — Above this stable's watch-night The Angel's song is heard. — B. F O Our Grand Opera WE'D like to see a grand opera, sometime, where nobody had any idea of what was going to happen next. Obviously, this gala perform ance could only be given once. Sup pose, for instance, it was merely an nounced as a usual performance of Madam Butterfly. The show would start as usual up to the time where Butterfly sings One Fine Day. At this point she would sing, instead, Little White Lies. A chorus of Little White Lions would then enter, and from then on the audience would have to stand up to see what was going on. Karleton Hackett would ride nobly from the wings, in white armor, on a Swan (portrayed by Eugene Stinson) until he slid off the Swan when that worthy (Mr. Stinson) was thunder struck by Robert Pollak's entrance as the dragon Fafnir. No sooner does this occur (the tenses would change without notice, too) than Glenn Dil- lard Gunn in black velvet, as Scarpia, lights his wax candles from Fafnir's breath (Mr. Pollak) and then blows them out again into smoke, the smoke [continued on pace 26] HI I A W TWO FAMOUS • ISLES • MANHATTAN €* ami. OA4-IU New York . . . Chicago . . . Los Angeles . . . Honolulu ! These are the links in a chain of sunkissed, lux urious travel on... %UR through Pullman leaves f New York Jan. 20 or Feb. 1 0, on either a de luxe New York Central or Pennsyl vania flyer; out of Chicago next day on Santa Fe's "The Chief," fastest train to Southern Cali fornia; arrives in Los Angeles Jan. 23 or Feb. 13. You've that evening to spare for a fling in Hollywood, sail ing next day on the palatial "City of Los Angeles" over the enchanting southern route direct to HAWAII. Where society fills the winter season with summer sports . . . golf, tennis, polo, game fishing and riding the surf. Where life has the color of the Far East . . .the graciousness oi the South Seas . . . the smartness of the West.. .the beauty of a Paradise! "So make early reservations on one of the LASSCO boat trains, apply any authorized agent, or — 24 TWtCWICAGQAN MUSEUM PIECES, ANIMATE AND 'Bertram, isn't that one the absolute image of Orvil Badenock?" H'tnm, tlvat re- Coolidge S 'Is the rudder of Co here?' /3fe "Can't you just imagine the dear Ro mans bathing in this?" THE CHICAGOAN INANIMATE-BY PHILIP NESBITT lumbus' flagship 26 TMECWICAGOAN Giant Chess in the Palm Patio How about an after-the-holidays sojourn in SUNNY ARIZONA Let these caravansaries of com fort become your winter home where roses bloom the year, around. t Westward Ho PHOENIX — ARIZONA On the Pioneer Sun Deck Rest, relax, play outdoors . . . polo, golf, hunting, fishing, motoring over sun lit trails; watching rodeos, dog racing, Indian dances, Mexican fiestas. Pick rip; oranges and grapefruit at your door. GEO. W. LINDHOLM, President The Pioneer m^L TUCSON ARIZONA TOWN TALK [begin on page 21] being portrayed by Edward Moore as Mephistopheles. Getting in the spirit of the thing, the orchestra, and we want Andre Skalski for conductor, bursts into Funiculi Funicula and Mary Garden as Thais rollerskates on, irritating Mimi's dwarfs who are playing miniature golf. And so on. The Tribune could bring its Music Festival cannon over, too, if it liked. We want everybody to have a good time. Herbert Hyde could even bring his celebrated rab bit's fur pillow, though we don't know what for. Incident of Dr. Lowenthal and the Liverpool Banker DR. LOWENTHAL phoned us re cently. His daughter was mak ing some sort of report about newspa pers and politics; and what was our opinion about which of the local papers were conservative and which liberal and so on? We gave our opinion and the Doc in gratitude offered us his best services any time we felt we needed an intelligence test to find what was the matter. We're still worried about that paper his daughter had to write, if she used what we told her. Journals are so of ten conservative about one thing and liberal about another, and what does either adjective really mean, anyway? The barber who cut Dr. Lowenthal's hair in Liverpool, however, was pretty definitely a conservative. Doc, who had just landed, started asking where this or that famous edi fice was, when the barber rebuked him. "I am so fed up with you Americans," he said with an indignant wave of his scissors, "asking questions all the time about Liverpool." "Oh," said Doc meekly. "Do you know what I do in America, by the Oil way? "What?" said the bored barber. "I am an alienist," said the Ameri can. "And ninety per cent of my pa tients are English barbers." "Oh," said the barber. He thought that over until the clip ping was concluded. "Tip if you like," said the barber. "I don't like," said Doc. His brother, Fred, from whom we have this quaint incident, is much amused by it. Apparently he at one time also had his hair cut by a Liver pool barber. Down the Wind Sooner or later, bv and by, In the night's hush or the wind's cry, Or the trees' whisper, I shall die. And since I am without belief, Mv requiem will needs be brief, A set sun and a falling leaf. Men will not thin\ of me thereafter; My name will lie on a du&ty rafter With a hushed \iss and a gust of laughter. — Alice McKinstry. Resignation and I. Q. 's THE identity of a mysterious Mr. Atwater Hobelman (whose signa ture had appeared in Ashton Stevens' column) transpired as soon as Mr. Atwater and Mr. Hobelman got hold of the guilty third party. He confessed his crime, promised not to commit this particular offense again, and is now, we believe, making speeches to Boy Scout meetings. "Though it was a quite different matter," observed Dr. David Boder, "the incident reminds me of something that happened in Russia. The Csar received a written resignation from one of his governors. 1 am asking Your Majesty,' it said, 'to accept my resignation, as I am no good. I am utterly worthless, lazy and incom petent. I sign any official document that my secretary puts before me, with out ever looking at it to see what it is. As is proved by my signature which follows " At this point the waiter thrust a menu under Boder's beard. "Two Rabbits' Legs, Roasted, with Macaroni," read Boder in consterna tion. "Are they," he asked the waiter, "the front or the hind legs of the rabbit?" The waiter gave the psychologist one of those intelligence test looks, and admitted he had no idea even whether they were the left or right legs. This time Dr. Boder (after ordering the rabbit legs anyway) was reminded of a queer answer he once got to a mental examination. "What," was the question, "is foolish about this: A boy whose home is on a hill goes downhill to school; but when he comes back T'UECWCAGOAN 27 home from school, he has to go down hill also?" The answer was "The street number of his house should be given." Another one (if your reading of murder stories has prepared you for this sort of thing), went like this: Q. — A girl killed herself by cutting herself up into eighteen pieces. A. — She cut off all her fingers and toes and had two left over. . . . At that, concluded the great psychol ogist (for his rabbit legs had come), many a professor is willing to put Ph. D. after his name who would shrink from adding his I. Q. So Long as You Don V Call Us a Critic I"\EAR RIQ— J-' That was a nasty crack of yours in the current issue of The Chi cagoan, and all through the day I have been struggling to evolve suitable means of reprisal. May God have mercy on you if, and when, you write a book; for I shall have none. The thing I resent most is your call ing me a critic. I leave you now to consult the dictionary in search of a suitable epithet which I may apply to you. I have put my case in the hands of Phil Davis, the well-known barrister, who will take charge of you after he has finished with my libel suit against Robert J. Casey. I am, sir Faithfully yours, H. V. O'B. Monorhymes "Hpw come the cruel days, that crimp us and freeze The s\in on our teeth, should we wdl\ 'neath the trees; With chill winds to cause us to snuff, sniffle and sneeze, And give us rheumatics and cric\s in our \nees, And deep snow and sleet to rob us of ease As we scamper to business in tall buildings' lees — But crueler, ay, crueler than any of these Are the ads of hotels from along southern seas! Hotep. lit illEl -manu a. m an ke.ip.twish.LrL • Here is Christmas cheer hy the bag full — three really welcome gifts for the MAN. Swagger— ever so smart trav eling equipment of dignified hearing and aristocratic grace — stunning in its suave pigskin leather. • The Gladstone ($75), the Suitcase ($77.50) and the swanky English Kit Bag ($75) are of fine pigskin — heavily stitched — Eng lish Morocco lined, with locks and catches of solid brass. 5HARTMANN TRAVEfSHOP 1 7 8 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE 28 THE CHICAGOAN IN THE VERY CENTER OF THINGS YET QUIET Within literally one or two streets of the most important mid-town business skyscrapers, and with an underground pas sage-way leading directly to the Grand Central Station where the city's network of subways con verges. Fifth Avenue one block away, the brilliant theatre district two or three. And yet,one of the most charm ing, quiet, home-like hostelries in the entire United States. You, your wife and your family could not possibly have a more distinguished address while stopping in New York than THE ROOSEVELT Madison Avenue at 45th Street Edward Clinton Fogg, Managing Director THE STAGE Without the Name or Lines to Show By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN MADGE KENNEDY is still put ting a cute little fist up to her mouth, but this gesture from the old days of farce detracts in no way from her very, very nice Mary of the firm of Michael and Mary, doing business at the Harris Theater. This partner ship started way back in 1907, when women wore balloon sleeves and choker collars. The articles of agreement, signed at a chance meeting in the British Museum, were somewhat irregu lar, in so much as Mary was not free to contract. She had been deserted by a rottah husband, and Michael, most awfully well acted by Terence Neill, was willing to chance that the cad would not return from the Port of Remittance Men. Bigamy assumes the aspect of a sporting chance. All of which passes off with the Little Theaters. Some one asks Michael in the first act whether or not Mary is a lady. He gives the Milnean retort that he has not asked her. Whatever doubt there may be on this point is dispelled by the poise and charm of Miss Kennedy in Act 1% which takes place after a child has been born. This scene is given over to disposing of the inevitably re turned husband — on melodramatic blackmail bent. Michael does no more than handle the bounder rather roughly, but heart disease makes it look like murder. A few well chosen lies advance the action another twelve years and into the affairs of another generation. Mildly surprising twists mark the final scenes, when the pivotal characters are powdered at the temples and measured as to gait. Miss Ken nedy is still lovelier to behold in her assumed maturity. SOMETHING of moonlight and honey-suckle hangs over this agree able yarn. But the sentimentality has tang — peppermint rather than fudge. The venturesome couple face their plight with a forthright decency. Mr. Milne may be rawther coy for some tastes, but he is not maudlin over the sure-fire story of a love that lasts a lifetime. More of the Darby- and- Joan stuff could be used in these days of overwork for Judge Sabath. I have no blush for an honest catch in the throat at some of the moments of feeling. Perhaps this mushy old sap is breaking up from too much observation of gloom a la Russe and sex a la Broadway. You have probably never cared greatly for sub-juveniles of the Glenn Hunter school. The more reason to find Clinton Sundberg's authentic por trait of the son David a most ingrati ating piece of miming. He is neither beautiful nor self-conscious in the awkwardness of adolescence, but just an honest, bewildered kid, meeting life as an inherent gentleman should. The scene between father and son, when the father discloses the anomalous situation of the boy's birth, effects fur ther legitimate stirring of one's sensi bilities. A young English girl, Fay Ball, appears briefly in the role of David's fiancee and does excellently as an emancipated lassie of this day and age. Maurice Great is fully equal to the oddities of one of Mr. Milne's droll policemen. Last year no one tumbled very hard for Terence Neill when he appeared at the Blackstone in the dumb juvenile part in Dracula. He had little chance then. Except for the extravagances of British pronunciation, which he prob ably can not help, his performance here is capital. The exuberant boyishness of the first act tones and shades neatly into the stolid middle age of the final curtain. Miss Kennedy adds to the pleasing quality of her own work by her graciousness in allowing Mr. Neill the fullest scope in his. Michael and Mary is easily the nicest play of the current season. The superlative is used in its most worthy meaning. 'Believe It or Not LAST year at the Blackstone a trained •* nurse was ostentatiously planted in the back of the theater to take care of any casualty which might result from the nerve-shattering Dracula. The Selwyn dispenses with the nurse, but supplies a swell case of hysterics in the audience to enhance the kick of the second act curtain. That emenda tion and a complete change of cast are the only material changes in this con coction of grandiose hokum. The vam pire Count, aged five hundred years, still hovers over the heroine, looking for a chance to sip a cocktail of blood TUECI4ICAG0AN 29 from her neck. His voice of mellow juiciness again sneers grandly at the poor mortals who are foolish enough to believe in the power of wolfsbane and the Cross. Flies are once more being nipped out of the atmosphere to supply the maniac Redfield with a square meal. Hands come through doors, bats fly about, chairs move and dogs outside harmonise their sopranos and bassos in unearthly bow-wowing. All of which brings squeals of delight from the cus tomers who come with the fixed idea of letting nothing stand between them and complete terror. It is a grand old piece of folk-lore, this tale of the Succubus. Writers have used the theme many times before and after Balzac's Contes Drolatiques, but the literary blood of the blood-sucker does not run cold. Like the legend of Frankenstein's monster, it will probably be still curdling the corpuscles of our descendants five hundred years hence. All you have to do is to believe it. Like our children, who know the dif ference between broccoli and spinach, we have come too far from these fairy tales for adults. Dracula revives our lost naivete, and our naivete is respon sible for the revival of Dracula. The acting of spooky ghoulishness bears little relation to the histrionics needed for introspective Russian subtle ties or high sassiety comedies of bad manners. So the road company brought into the Selwyn for a three weeks' engagement is entirely adequate for the occasion. The cast contains no Broadway names nor presumably any $500-a-week actors, but they appear to have worked together for a long time, and no one could accuse them of not trying. One Courtney White, ghastly green of face and menacingly batlike of arms, seems to me as adequate in the title roll as his predecessor of last year's company. This latter actor, whose name escapes me, was reputed to have played the part two thousand times and was undoubtedly good. The be nign doctor-detective, Van Helsing, is done in competent trouper fashion by Maurice Morris. An actor rejoicing in the name but not the virtuosity of Arnold Daly makes a decently inoffen sive juvenile, while the insect-guzzler Redfield is horrifying enough as played by Edward Forbes. Marcella Goudel as the heroine lays the ham on a bit too thick. If you could not hold your girl's hand on the roller-coaster at River- view, try Dracula. u peri or- Because it is the only Ginger Ale made with White Rock WATER Ask for it at your grocer— druggist — delicatessen- hotel — restaurant or club 30 Multi-Feature Hotel 1. LOCATION— On the shore of Lake Michigan facing East End Park . . quiet, restful. 1. CONVENIENCE — Nine minutes from the center of things by Illinois Central Electric (300 trains daily). Fourteen minutes by motor. 3. ROOMS — Six hundred of them and every one has an unobstructed view of Lake Michigan, outside exposure, tub and shower baths, and many other features. 4. SPORTS— Private skating rink, three tennis courts, horse shoe court, com pletely equipped children's play ground, and varied forms of indoor entertainments and amusements. CHICAGOBEACH CHICAGO, ILL. Great Dane A FEW years ago, when I was one of the leading actors between Rosehill and Glencoe, an ambitious production of Henry TV was foisted on an unsuspecting suburban public with a well-known Broadway actor as guest-star. So that His Nibs from the White Way might not be too shocked by the crudities of his amateur asso ciates, a professor of elocution was hired to instruct the local boys how to read Shakespeare. Our mentor's oft repeated maxim was, "Don't sing the lines, speak the words." When I was comfortably dead and could lie back and listen" to Basil Sidney's natural rendering — "Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, being so trouble some a bedfellow? O polished per turbation! golden care!" I became a permanent convert to the modern read ing of Shakespeare. Which accounts for the fact that I like some parts of Mr. Leiber's Hamlet better than others. In the semi- humorous bits — the figurative tweeking of Polonius' whiskers; the baiting of the two effeminates, Rosencrantz and Guilderstern; the Yorick soliloquy — there is a literal, human quality to his interpretation. Au contraire, the rum bling sonority of the scene with the Queen Mother drowns out the mean ing of the damning words cast at the erring woman. Unlike Mr. Cecil in his "Friends, Romans and Country men," Leiber starts his "To be or not to be" on a pleasantly moderate key. But by the time he gets to the "whips and scorns of time," he falls a victim to the swing and sweep of the mighty lines. The reverence of Hamlet before his father's ghost is finely grained and touching. IT is a good Polonius who can bore his fellow characters without boring the audience. Philip Quinn does that thing by refraining from making the elderly wiseacre a complete ass. He is content to give us a decent and gullible old chap who passes out his advice as though he means it. The right Ophelia is usually the one you happen to be seeing. No two actresses appear to bz agreed on the interpretation of this vaporous damozel. Shakespearian authorities likewise seem a touch foggy on the subject. Perhaps Professor George Lyman Kittredge of Harvard knows. This illiterate commentator has no idea in the world whether Ophelia should be naive, sophisticated, neurotic, TWE CHICAGOAN or just a nice girl trying to get along. Mary Hone makes the unfortunate heroine a refined, rather knowing young woman and reads the lines with precise clarity. She is at her best in her well modulated underplaying of the mad scenes. Just a domestic hint — a flat-iron would go well over her flowing night-gown, unless its rumpled condition is an inspiration of realism. Hart Jenks is being employed this season beyond the limits of his versa tility. A personable juvenile, he is much too nice for "heavies." King Claudius needs a 100 per cent dirty dog, a sinister rascal, not an ineffective duffer whom one can hardly imagine with a lethal vial in his malignant grasp. The same holds for Gertrude. Where the hot-blooded Queen de mands the illusion of charms still potent and passion in its second blooming, Virginia Bronson introduces us to a sweet and tired lady, utterly uncon vincing as the motive for un crime passionel. She does not belong in the part, in spite of authentic tears that drip her mascara from her eyelashes. Laurence Cecil presents a sympathetic, but overly emotional Laertes. While the Leiber acting company does not entirely satisfy the exacting requirements of Hamlet, this eternal tragedy of a thousand quotations is well worth a pilgrimage to the Civic Theater. IN QUOTES President Hoover : During the last twelve months we have suffered with other nations from economic depres sion. Bruce Barton: Life seems too short for controversy, and much of my income in these days is received not so much for what I do as for what I have learned not to do. William Beebe: In keeping with the remarkable speed of accomplish ment of this latest Antarctic expedi tion, Admiral Byrd has brought out a 400-page narrative volume within 162 days of his return to New York City. Carl Van Doren: In a sense the syllabus is quite as important as the completed sections of the book. A. A. Milne: When Uncle Grumphiter heard this, he sat down to rWQCWICAGOAN 31 multiply the height of the moon (which is six figures in a row, but I've forgotten what they are) — to multiply all this by nineteen. Rockwell Kent: I hold the memories and reflections of a traveler to be essential to his narrative. Ml Princess Marthe Bibesco: Life is a strange shuffle. One accepts an in vitation to dinner; whom is one going to meet? \M Winston Churchill: The quaint conceit of imagining what would have happened if some important or unim portant event had settled itself dif ferently has become so fashionable that I am encouraged to enter upon an ab surd speculation. \m William Lyon Phelps: I do not know if or how this could be brought to pass; but if such a thing should hap pen, Ihave a few suggestions. Calvin Coolidge: Some years ago a prominent man attracted considerable attention by refusing to purchase some garments at a very low price because he considered that the needle women who made them were underpaid. Sherwood Anderson: It's a woman's age. Almost any man will admit that. He admits it rather sadly. Arthur Brisbane: Germany lost the war, but is not losing in this peace. Percy Hammond: In the Drama there is an opulence of actors and a famine in playwrights. 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Remis- off's distinguished decor languishes unseen by the discerning few for whom it was conceived, unmourned by the unseeing many. There's probably nothing to be done about the failure, but I for one am not content to give up the playhouse without a final struggle. A coldly commercial analysis of the failure is not flattering to the supposed cognoscenti. Such an analysis points out that cinema attendance is none too good on Randolph street, hence must be less so on Van Buren. It holds, too, that admission prices have stayed too long at the early Hoover level — as witness new daytime schedules adopted by the major houses — and the Punch and Judy did not cut-rate. A third factor exists in the unexpected revival of interest in the personal thea ter, bolstered by two-for-one ticket schemes, and of course there's always the depression. A sound enough analysis, as far as it goes, but it doesn't go far toward explaining the failure of a cinema devised for and devoted to a class competent and reputedly deter mined to support the better things at prevailing or better prices. My explanation of the failure is not commercial. It holds merely that the glib gentry loud in demand of civilised cinema when such was not available simply did not want it when it came to hand. Whether this be taken to imply that the demand was insincere, or that the cinema made available was not precisely the cinema demanded, so be it taken. Either argument proves that it is not at this time practicable to operate a cinema on the high plane achieved by the Punch and Judy. A number of other things remain to be tried before the elegant outfittings of the Punch and Judy are beaten into ploughshares. The first of these things, I should say, is to inaugurate a policy diametrically opposed to the one that has failed. This would include reduc tion of the admission price from seven ty-five cents to twenty-five cents and reduction of the program from stand ard two-and-a-half -hour length to one- hour length. It would also include exhibition of broad-interest pictures, service by mechanistic attendants, pea nut and popcorn concessions in the foyer and Allegretti bon bons between shows. The cinema would open promptly at nine each morning, the performance would consist of one talking-picture starting promptly on the hour, every hour, and running fifty minutes. The final ten minutes of the hour would be given over to announcements ot coming attractions and, if this took up not quite all of the time, a piano, vo cal or piccolo solo by student volun teers from the Chicago Musical Col lege conveniently located upstairs. A standing advertisement in the daily pa pers would be succinctly phrased : The Punch and Judy — Miniature Movies — Every Hour On the Hour — No Waiting — No Vaudeville — All Seats Twenty-Five Cents — ¦ Today: East Lynne — Tomorrow: The Deluge. If the advertisement appears comic it is not intentionally so. Nor is the suggested policy conceived in humor. I submit it, essentially as set forth, as an economical, expedient means of get ting a vast number of people into the Punch and Judy to see it. In that vast number will be many who like it (the law of averages will attend to that) and out of those who like it can be re cruited a clientele that will come to be, in time and with a series of policy revi sions upward, the kind of supporting clientele that is required to support the kind of cinema the Punch and Judy is and the Town needs. My plan is, in the vernacular of show-business, to put a punch into the Punch and Judy. It has everything else, "Hell's Angels" CALL Randolph 5300 and ask the lady with the velvet voice for "starting time of the feature picture" at the United Artists. She will tell you the precise minute when Hell's Angels takes its place on the screen be tween a newsreel and an animated car toon. If she tells you 8:32, enter the theater at 9:11 and you will be just in TUE04ICAG0AN 33 time to see the most astonishing aerial warfare that has ever been filmed or need be. This is worth a good deal more than your time and the admission price, and you will have missed an in credibly stupid beginning that is hap pily without relation to the plane and dirigible sequences. Most of what you've read and heard about Hell's Angels is impertinent to the question of seeing it or not. The single reason for seeing it consists of the flight stuff. This defies description, which is the reason for photographing it in the first place, but if you have an idea that you realise what went on above the lines and above London in 1917 you are quite probably wrong and will enjoy being corrected by this picture. I ask you to take my word for that. The first part of the picture, which you will miss by timing your attend ance as advised above, is the so-called human-interest story without which no motion picture is believed by its spon sors to be complete. In it Jean Har low brandishes her unexciting torso all over the place and Ben Lyon. Not even Ben likes it, and the audience laughs. Remember the number, Ran dolph 5300. "War Nurse" THE importance of War K[urse, if any, lies in its employment of June Walker in her first (so far as I know) talking picture role. She is one of sev eral young women who nurse the wounded not far back of the line. The general attempt of the producer seems to have been to put What Price Glory in petticoats, but it wasn't very success ful. Whatever of entertainment lies between the occasional obscenities uttered by Anita Page and others, apparently much to their distaste, is provided by Miss Walker and a better than usual Robert Montgomery. If you wish to see a war picture, as any one does now and again, see Hell's Angels instead. "Tom Sawyer" IT'S Jackie Coogan, all right, but he seems more like Tom Sawyer. And it's Junior Durkin, too, but he seems more like Huckelberry Finn. In other words, Tom Sawyer is a remarkably fine picturization of the book, a kind of picturi^ation that is rarely if ever achieved in this era of mad striving for mass popularity. There is, therefore, a place to take yuomrfApmu 3 MALOLO BOAT-TRAINS AWAII THIS SEASON, 12 HOURS FASTER ! With what carefree gayety one runs over to Hawaii these modern times! 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RANdolph 8344 LINE 34 THE CHICAGOAN In this busy, bustling town there are a thousand human re-fueling stations where one may absorb enough sustenance of a sort to keep one's wheels going . . . But there is only One Huyler's! Where Gentlemen may lunch at luxurious leisure and still be back in time for 2 o'clock appointments . . . Where Ladies may linger over de licious teas until the last charming morsel of gossip has been thor oughly digested . . . Where play-goers may dine on dream dishes. .. quietly, completely and comfortably ... to reach their orchestra chairs, sublimely satis fied, in plenty of time for the opening act . . . Yes there are plenty of food filling stations in this town of ours . . . but there is only One Huyler's! 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Conrad Nagel is the chief victim of the producer who fancied he could make drama of the market-broken gen tleman whose wife determined to go on getting her sables and jewels by hook, crook or telephonic appointment. I'm sorry about Nagel, whom no one seems able to cast to advantage, but surely no sorrier than he is about To day, the sorriest picture in these parts this week. "Life of the Party" INNIE LIGHTNER is star of The Life of the Party but Charles Buttersworth is the life of it. It is his deadly accuracy with the dumbcrack, his impeccable timing of phrase and his masterly passivity of countenance that lifts the picture out of slapstick at sufficiently regular in tervals. Miss Lightner has but one song to sing and little encouragement to sing it. She rides a horse as Doug las MacLean rode another in The Hottentot, but she is not Douglas Mac- Lean. The others are merely present, a French character comedian relentless ly so, and nothing much happens. I wouldn't let it keep me from my Christmas shopping. "zMan to Man" DON'T let the title mislead you This isn't another Spoilers. It isn't another anything. It's a new kind of picture, a new plot (at least in the relative sense) and it's enacted by a lot of actors whose faces are not as familiar as Ben Turpin's. It is of neces sity, then, a thing to see. The story is of small town life, of the homely romance, prejudice, custom and practice that sharply differentiate the small town from the big one. It is told in terms of a father-son story that is unlike any other I've seen or read but very much like a great number I've been witness to outside the cinema. It is, too, the kind of story about which the less said the better in case the picture's to be seen. This one is, if you'll be kind enough to act upon my no more detailed suggestion. I think you'll feel repaid. "Sin Takes a Holiday" LIKE Constance Bennett? Well, al- * most surely you like Basil Rath- bone. Both are better than usual in Sin Ta\es a Holiday, which is less sub stantial than either usually engages in. I should say one would care for it little or much as one cares for the principals. The story is about a secretary who marries her employer as a means of defending him against incipient and unwelcome matrimony. It works out as you suspect it will, but after a good deal of conversation, some of which is quite bright. (May I suggest Con stance Bennett Ta\es a Holiday as the next unit in the holiday sequence?) "The Bad Man" ALAS poor Holbrook Blinn. What profit an actor to achieve immor tality in a great role if he do not per petuate it in vocal celluloid? In other words, the late Mr. Blinn didn't do right by posterity. I have an idea that Walter Huston did what he could to carry on in the Blinn tradition. An actor like Huston would. But Huston is not Blinn, any more than Blinn would have been Hus ton in opposite circumstances, and so The Bad Man is very bad indeed. Lines that were golden on Blinn's lips are printer's ink on Huston's. Situations that were sound, suspensive drama be hind footlights are shallow make-be lieve in the open country. And, as if the worst were not yet, censors who quite possibly relished Blinn's suave villainies as of the stage have clipped and muffled and abridged Huston's carefully denatured deviltries for the cinema public. I give the picture all this space be cause things like this ought not to be permitted and no one else seems to have time to say so. (Copy to Chair man M. P. P. D. A.) "River's End" THE double-exposure thing doesn't work out so well in the oral cinema. It was never more than a bore TUQ CHICAGOAN 35 in the silent pictures; it's a menace to entertainment when attempt is made to deceive ear as well as eye. Charles Bickford's double-identity performance in River's End is classic in every detail, in mechanical execution, inflection, carriage, manner, all these things and more, but the picture is never more than an elaborate trick, and elaborate tricks are not drama. The silent Rivers End, produced by Marshall Neilan at his best, has place among the dosen notable pictures of all time. ... I suspect it's still doing good business in the Antipodes. The talkative River's End will do hand somely to get beyond Evanston. "Jeet First" I GUESS we may as well get used to the idea that the long-distance comedians of yesteryear are gone with the snows. Apparently the strain of being orally as well as physically comic for sixty minutes is too great for them, or for their audience, or for both. At any rate, Harold Lloyd's latest effort is pitifully little better than its predeces sor and that's too bad. Lloyd is what's best known as a good guy, an unspoiled beneficiary of the Klondike that was the nickel-show, and a gentleman if not precisely a scholar. Always helpful, I venture the asser tion that Lloyd is the single distance comedian who stands a chance of being saved for the new cinema. He enjoyed a popularity among the above average picture patrons. I believe he possesses the intelligence, perseverance and courage — no doubt about the money- required to bridge over the transition from pantomime to vocality without im portant loss of popularity. His troubh thus far seems to be a definite lack of comic material to work with. In Feet First, as in his other verbal starts, he has enjoyed nothing more useful than stale jokes, antiquated situations and stage business that was old when Weber and Fields were boys. I should not be at all surprised to see him come through handsomely if guardian angel or lucky break were to flip into his hands a script worth his while. This one — getting back to the chores — is about a shoe clerk who wins the gal through no fault of his. It limps and skids to nowhere until, near the close, it places Mr. Lloyd again upon the sheer facade of an office building and permits him to do his High and Dizzy routine all over again. High and Dizzy is pretty old stuff. BE PINK AND WHITE AGAIN SOFT clothes are here— evening gowns are trailing gently — hats are turned away from the face. Women are being themselves again — most decidedly! And their faces must be as delicately feminine as their fashionable clothes, for who would want to see a hard-tanned complexion trying to match itself to clinging clothes? It can't be done. And it won't be done by any woman who is sensitive to values. She will hurry forth to recapture the natural pink and whiteness that is after all only hidden under a weather-beaten outercoat— like a filmy pink blouse under a rough leather top-coatl Every moment counts. There is no time to waste experimenting. 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ELIZABETH ARDEN 70 EAST WALTON PLACE • CHICAGO Elizabeth Arden's Venetian Toilet Preparations are on sale at the smart shops LONDON • PARIS • BERLIN • ROME • MADRID © Elizabeth Arden, 1930 36 TUE CHICAGOAN Music Remains the Fashion What Ho, the dash ing sleigh and pranc ing sorrels that bore you away to keep "open house" and watch-iri the New Year with song and jest that come now to your own fire- bide from one of our well known radios MUSIC The Mastersingers of Chicago By ROBERT POLLAK IT is difficult to add much to the chorus of praise that has gone up in musical circles over the Civic Opera's production of Die Meistersinger von 'Hurnherg. It strikes me that nothing as good has been done to date in the new building, and probably very little of greater musical importance was ever doled out in the old Auditorium. Dr. Erhardt, the new stage director, con' fronted with the problems of a thor- oughly believable drama, atoned for some of his earlier sins by assisting to create the rich and jovial mood that the piece demands. Dove's mise-en- scene was quite acceptable, particular' ly the neat interior of the third act, and the initial scene in the church of St. Catherine. The chorus sang with a will through the contrapuntal mazes of the midnight riot and the celebra' tion on the banks of the Pegnits. Pol' lak, aided by an augmented orchestra, conducted with a firm hand, more con' cerned with the beauties of Wagner's magnificent ' orchestral pattern than with the lower registers of some of the principals. As for these principals, they require and deserve individual discussion. Sachs, the shoemaker'poet, domi' nates the sublime comedydrama. His part fell to Nissen, a newcomer who had already proved his calibre in Tann- hauser. After overcoming some early nervousness Nissen sang gloriously, his heart obviously dedicated to the role of the beloved cobbler. Eduard Habich, in debut, showed why he is known at Bayreuth and Munich as the greatest Beckmesser in the world. He projects a thoroughly credible rogue, arrogant, mean and undignified. Lotte Lehmann (Eva) , substituting for Radjl, handled the role of the heroine superbly, singing magnificently in the famous quintet. Kipnis (Pogner) lent a high measure of dignity and strength to the group of principals. And so on through the list: Colcaire (David), who must learn not to wag his head in time to his own singing, the sprightly Olssewska (Magdalena), and Maison (Walther), a typical Wagnerian hero, singing adequately enough with his usual vibrato and acting with the cus' ternary stilted gestures. A fine group of principals who made history around here as far as we are concerned. And even if they hadn't been quite as good as they were it was privilege enough to hear this great work again. In my opinion it reveals Wagner at his best. The most profoundly un' original of great musicians, he invari' ably draws from some obvious source. In Tristan he cadges the materials of his father'indaw and makes something new and earth'shaking from them. Rienzi finds him temporarily immersed in the tradition of Meyerbeer. Die Meistersinger is his tribute to Bach and every page of this marvelous score is written in reverence for the great Kantor. For once he loses his obsession with gods and dragons and descends to the rich earth. The result is a com' plete recreation in tone and word of the age of the singing guilds, a mellow period in the history of medieval Ger many. The drama he has here fash ioned can be believed. Its characters are people that you can understand. And the score releases a flood of sheer' ly lovely melody sheathed in the Wag nerian orchestration at its apotheosis. THE diary of Orchestra Hall. Ten years ago I imported the recorded lieder of one Heinrich Schlusnus. They were so astonishingly beautiful that I wondered why no manager had found him out. Since that time he has visited us twice. On November 22 he sang Gluck, Handel, Mahler and Hugo Wolf with the Chicago Symphony Or chestra, and sang with his complete poise, his fine intellect and that manly baritone of his. The customers howled their approval. Mr. Stock offered the Suite from Petrouch\a, a sharply bril liant and penetrating reading of Stra vinsky's puppet tragedy. It is music for the theater, smelling of grease paint, and harking back to the high-tide of Nijinski's fame. A first, and proba bly last, performance followed later, The Carnival of Venice by Tommas- sini, a set of tortuous- and dull varia tions on a theme familiar to night-clubbers of four years ago. Re member, "so this, so this is Venice, where a guy can't park his car." A grand program on the 29th. First, Schumann's "Rhenish" Symphony as transcribed, of course, by Herr Stock. It was a fine resounding performance, the Olympian majesty of which was TI4ECMICAG0AN 37 only disturbed for a moment when a second-violinist got the nose bleed. I wonder if Mr. Stock would take a day off next summer and revise the other Schumann symphonies. If they all turn out like the "Rhenish" both God and Schumann will forgive him gladly. Harold Bauer, as soloist, played the piano part of Scriabin's Prometheus Symphony with his usual high musicianship and an almost supernat' ural regard for accurate ensemble. The piece employs the wandering mystic chord and the principal theme is simi lar in shape to several figures in the Divine Poem. Prometheus should be given with color-organ but Mr. Wil frid apparently wasn't to be had. And I don't know that it makes much dif ference as despite its high sounding theosophical program, the work doesn't seem to me to rank with the piano sonatas or the third and fourth symphonies. After Kodaly's amusing Hary Janos suite, the one that tells of the adven tures of a Hungarian Brigadier Gen- *eral, the one with the sturdy folk-tunes and the piano as a make'believe cem- balom, Bauer returned to play the Franck Symphonic Variations. These he treated with fascinating reticence and understatement. He didn't care for some of Mr. Stock's tempi and actually took the orchestra away from him once at the beginning of the scher^o-like sec tion. But Bauer is a great pianist and I guess he and Mr. Stock are old friends. CREDO, REVERSELY, That the cigars from Aunt Josie are a very good brand, both fresh and worth smoking. That the pipe from Cousin Al really did come from England. That the tree is just as fresh three days after Christmas as it was when we got it. That everyone reads the verses or sentiments on greeting cards. That it is possible to eat a large por tion of plum pudding after an eight course dinner. That the so'called "Holiday spirit" does not really affect traffic policemen, janitors and elevator boys. That the gift from the Wheefers is a dining room clock, even though it is fur-lined. That the little mate picked out six really handsome ties, five of which are better than I could have done myself. — A. n. T. . . . and women nave rumpled their brand -new linger waves trying to trunk, up a Christmas gilt that s exciting and lestive ana nattering. — • uselul yet not prosaic • — handsome but not too expensive. -Lhese rare qualities are all embodied in the new Dorothy Gray travel cases. II you present a lovely lady with, one ol these, her enthusiasm lor it ^and lor you) will never waver. livery woman instinctively be stows a loving pat on the snug little Hat Box Case. It s made ol black leather, shaped like a perky hat box, and holds eleven Dorothy Gray preparations ana cosmetics, all clev erly arranged so that they cannot spill or break. $18.00. Dorothy Cxray compacts are always flattering gifts, lne new double compact and lipstick, $4.50; the new triple compact and l*ashique, $4.25; the new single powder com pact and rouge compact, $3.00. You were thinking ol something more elaborate: J. hen look at the new Dorothy Gray lieauty Gase, which comes in live shades ol baby lizard. It s light to carry and com pact, yet so ingeniously devised that it holds lilteen Dorothy Gray prep arations, including a complete make up supply and a large mirror. Xhis gracious answer~to~a-woman s- prayer costs $35.00. You 11 find these new cases, as well as any number ol delightlul little gilts such as Dorothy Gray compacts — packed singly and in sets — bath sets, and other pleasing Iri- vohties, at the Dorothy Crray oalon, 900 ±N orth Michigan Avenue, and at leading Chicago shops. DOROTHY GRAY 900 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE Telephone WHItehall 5421 Paris • New York • Los Angeles . San Francisco • "Washington • Atlantic City @ 1930 D.G. 38 TWC CHICAGOAN CHICAGOANA Cattle, Horses, Pigs and Such THE International Amphitheatre where the events of the Inter national Live Stock Exposition are held, looking as it has always looked. The swell box, at the entrance to the arena, that your party occupies. The patriotic opening and presentation of colors. The parade of prise-winning cattle led by the Scottish bagpipe band. The full red Herefords with white faces and chests. The red, white and roan Shorthorns. The very black Aberdeen' Anguses. The champion Aberdeen' Angus. Your feeling that the Aberdeen'Angus outfit really ought to have followed the bagpipe band. The Hereford that wanted to stay in the arena for awhile. The six cow herds who finally persuaded him to leave and go on to bed. The three-gaited saddle horse event. The chestnut mare you'd picked to win breaking her gait too often and being well out of the money. The sleek, black mare you hadn't even noticed that won first prize. The harness pony event. "Only residents of Chicago and surrounding suburbs eligible to show horses in this class." You wonder why. You ask. No one tells you. The preparations for the sheep dog exhibit. The herd of sheep being loosed from their pen-on-wheels. Their casual walk into the middle of the arena, near the corral that had been set up. Their wait for the ap' pearance of the sheep dog. Your wait for the appearance of the sheep dog. The bored look of the sheep. Their waiting, wondering, perhaps, but not in the least bewildered. The wait running into minutes. The announce' ment that the sheep dog had been unavoidably detained by an accident of some sort and that there were five other sheep dogs, but none of them was around that night. The sheep starting to enter the corral by them selves. The herders finally getting them all back into their pen. The Stock Yard horses shown at the gaits necessary in Stock Yard work, being required to open and close a gate, and most of them doing it very nicely, too. THE parade of the prize-winning draft horses. The bagpipe band again. The feathered Clydesdales, bay, darker than bay and dappled. The Suffolks, with even longer hair on their legs. The Percherons. The Belgians. The Roman chariot race with ponies driven by a couple of seven- year-olds having the time of their lives. The five-gaited saddle horses. The thought that they must be pretty smart to have learned five different gaits. The voicing of that thought. Your hostess' comment that they are pretty smart. The very poor exhibition of polo offered by the University of Chicago and the Ohio State University teams. Several other events. The second half of the polo game, worse than the first. The fancy riding exhibition of the seven-year-olds on their Shet- lands. The harness horse event. The "high school horse" going through some complicated (for a horse, any way) steps and keeping time to the music of the band that has been play ing constantly. The exhibitor of the educated horse taking the bows. The preparation for the hunters. The setting up of the brush, the fence and the in-and-out jump. The hunt ers. The fine performances of some mmmmmmmm^mmmmmmmmmammmm of them. The inferior performances of others. Your feeling that several of the latter aren't trying very hard. The young woman riding the bay mare that reared, threw her and fell on her. The general admiration, shown by heavy applause, when she arose, dazed and dirty, and tried to mount the excited animal. The judges waving away the horse. Your hostess' wish that you might have made a tour of the various ex hibits. Her sorrow that you hadn't seen the pigs. Your sudden desire to see the pigs, because of the fascinat ing names of breeds, such as Poland- China, Chester White, Tamworth and Duroc-Jersey, reeled off by your hostess. Your conclusion that, while live stock raising is nice in its way and probably remunerative, you are just as glad you are doing something else. Loop Blaze THE small crowd of noontime lunch-seekers looking up at something. Your utter indifference. Your wonder about the cause. The popping-up of that old devil Curios ity. Your upward look. The smoke pouring out of several windows of the narrow building, probably a dozen floors up. The realization that there must be a fire of a sort up there. The people rushing out of the build ing. The arrival of a small fire truck which still may be called a hose cart for all you know. The half dozen firemen who get out. The uncoiling of the hose. The attaching of the hose to the wall-hy drant of the narrow building. People still hurrying out. Your decision to be late for your luncheon appoint ment and see what's going on inside. Your search for your reporter's pass. Your inability to get it out of your pockets while wearing gloves. More people rushing out. Your rush in, pale-green card in hand. The crowd in the foyer. Elevators not running. The firemen shouting up the elevator shafts for the cars. The fireman with the pike getting stuck in the swinging door and finally TUE CHICAGOAN getting through by running his pike from upper left and back to lower right and front. The three women with towels covering their probably partially marcelled hair. The people gathering out in front. The alley-way between the two halves of the narrow building, jammed with people. The crash of window panes falling into the alley. The peo ple rushing into the alley from the other half of the building. The policeman at the door keeping out those who would enter. The pale- green card passing you through. The nearly empty foyer of that part of the building. The water on the floor. The last elevator reaching the main floor, emptying itself of a dozen women several of whom are more or less hysterical. The woman who had left her purse upstairs. The one who had forgotten her book. The one who had lost her sister. The sis ter (you learn afterward when they see each other) who is standing a few feet away. They see each other. The ?iews reporters first on the job. The elevator that is to take them up to the fire. Your rush for the elevator. Your lateness. The elevator going on up without you. Your decision to go on to your lunch eon appointment and read all about it in the papers. ^American Show THE arrival at the Art Institute on one of the days when admis sion is charged. The realization that you haven't the slightest idea of the location of the galleries containing the hangings. The thought that you've never seen a real hanging, or do they have them in Illinois now? and that if you were in the cast of The Last Mile you'd prefer the role of Richard Walters, the prisoner who is electro cuted, and be able to leave early. The finding of what might be one of the exhibit galleries. The stroll around the room, appraising every painting, that leads you back to the door through which you entered, and necessitates your crossing the room again to get into another, which you decide you might as well do. You do. The rather anemic-looking youth in the center of that room who, you think, may not be so harmless as he looks. His pleasant manner toward, and conversation with, a man who might be an artist. Your thought that Lamps So often the proper lamp se lection will set off a whole room. Commode In vogue today — so much so that whole homes are being furnished in this period. For Xmas Gifts y^HE SPIRIT OF CHRIST- •*- MAS reminds us of remem brances to friends and loved ones. You will find desirable and appropriate gifts at our show rooms in the Drake Hotel. Crystal table ware, jade, pottery and crystal lamps, embroidered table and piano covers, antique brocades and Chinese jars, com potes, candlesticks and liqueur sets, exclusive and distinctive pieces of furniture. W. P. NELSON COMPANY (Established 1856) N. J. NELSON, Pres. DRAKE HOTEL Tel. Whitehall 5073 Chicago M EXICO AND Central America TOURS Short, inexpensive, ideal winter journeys with escort Eight charming excursions through Mexico of 20 days' duration; eight others through Mexico and Central America of 38 days' duration. Mex ico City, Pyramids, Orizaba, Gua dalajara, Nogales, San Antonio, New Orleans. Extensions to Central America from Mazatlan to Guate mala, Salvador, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama Canal, Puerto Col ombia, Havana, with escort. Departures January 3rd and every two weeks thereafter. Write for booklet fully describing the tours, with exact rates from your city. 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HOTEL SHORELAND FIFTY-FIFTH STREET AT THE LAKE Telephone Plaza 1000 In Next Issue "Happy New Year's Eve" By DONALD PLANT A timely, learned and au thoritative survey of smart night places, gayly and pointedly illustrated by Clayton Rawson ... an in valuable document as the year glides to unwept close. he will probably go right out and dash off a lot of cruel criticisms about the artist and his work. The real glad girl who is enjoying it all so much. Probably she writes the art notes for some women's club magazine. Everything is perfectly swell to her. Her gush of delight at something that might be an illustra tion for a very hard puzzle and her burst of happiness at, maybe, A Backyard of Hollyhoc\s, very likely painted especially for the eighth grade study room of the Ebberly Day School. The pretty aimless sort of march through several other galleries. The thought that if you were an art critic you'd probably give up in despair and go home and go to bed for a couple of days. The thought that maybe you wouldn't do that at all, that you would be very determined, but still somewhat baffled, and stick it out. The squatters. The sincere belief that there really ought to be a very strict rule against parking one's self on the fairly comfortable lounges. The wish that you had time to sit down awhile yourself. The three dowagers who are sitting in the next room and who, you are certain, will eventually totter up to Huyler's and talk for an hour about the lovely exhibit. The awfully (but not too awful) black and blue painting that could have been called Limehouse 7<[ight Blues but seems to be named something entirely foreign to what the theme of the work appears to be. A few more rooms to cover. The thought that you're glad you're not an art critic and that you don't have to be chock-full of eagerness to spread the gospel of modernity and to keep your readers from developing harden ing of the artistic arteries. The final attempt to rationalise one of the most outrageous exhibits. The failure. Your satisfaction upon notic ing for the first time a small sign on the wall saying "American Exhibition" which tells you that you were at the right exhibit after all. THE DANCE The Chicivop's Ballet By MARK TUP.BYFILL IS the ballet, so long as it plays in the grand opera house of its parents, to remain merely a rhythmic and indeci sive child? Is it enough that a sumptuous playhouse is provided for its exuberant juvenility? Shall we con tinue to expect an art of the ballet to mature from this youthful physical culture? The Chicago Civic Opera Com pany's production on November 22 of L Amour Sorcier (Love, the Magician) seemed to be realized in a style which would have better fitted a production like The Wonderful Wizard of Oz than this poetic phantasy of Manuel de Falla and Gregorio Martinez Sierra. What the stories have in common is witches and incantations. That of the hoaxing wizard, however, is conceived as sunny California juvenile entertain ment, and never pretends to reach the sanguine intensity felt by adult Latins in love, jealousy, and fear. Successful visualization of the Span ish story and music requires more than stereotyped Hallowe'en masks, green spotlights, orange floods, Chicago- Spanish costumes, characterless scen ery, inexpertly projected shadows on back drops, and unoriginal and loosely designed movements by a corps de bal let. The dancing did not carry the ef fect, as may have been intended, of suggestive and pointed variations on an old theme. To those who view any ballet as a kaleidoscopic costume ball, the perform ance was undoubtedly pleasing. Two entrances of the large ensemble, aided by a felicitous flash of light, were man aged very adroitly and with something like magic. However, the conspicuous and disappointing impression of the en tire production was the absence of a strongly felt need to create a fresh and unmistakable form in terms of dance and scenic decoration — and to synchronize that form with the music which had been, fortunately, already created by Spain's leading composer. The technical skill of the dancers is an established fact. Through personal association during the past several years the writer can testify that some of them have practiced thousands of battements, pirouettes, ronds de jamhes, entrechats, pas de bourrees, and all the TI4E CHICAGOAN 41 other pas. In these they have become quite proficient. Laurent Novikoff, who now only designs the choregraphy of the Opera Ballet, is himself a superb performer. That the dancers "seemed actually to be doing steps" (as Eu gene Stinson recently observed in The Daily 7{ews) should prove an asset to Mr. Novikoff, but it does not, natural ly, strengthen and vivify his concep tion of the ballets. If the dancers have achieved technical skill this is not to say that they very often succeed in convincing the audience that they have also attained a point of view. zAn Appreciation MAURICE RAVEL provides no programme note for his Bolero. But to Ruth Page the three saxophones included in the score speak sufficient words to the wise — to the modern bal let mistress. One might suspect Miss Page of understanding (and Ravel of communicating) Bantu. The fact is each is so well acquainted with essen tial and conventional Spanish rhythms that he does not hesitate to re-create them with a subtle difference. For the dance Miss Page has chosen a symbol or figure as typical as the Bolero — that of the quatro-flamenco. And having heard in Ravel's saxo phones "the chant of the jungle" she has drawn a lively (if not daring) analogy between the quatro-flamenco and the Negro minstrel ring. The analogy is present between the lines, so to speak, and is not over-stressed. It will be best appreciated by one who brings to the performance something more revealing than an opera glass. Miss Page's interpretation of the Bolero is a relentless and exhaustive study of a detail, augmented to the richness of a complete drama. The short theme is turned over and over with the dogged — or inspired — re sourcefulness of a scientist examining a tiny but potent germ. In the dance that germ is desire, and it recurs and throbs with the passion of an animal tracing and retracing its steps in a cage; with the insistence of a savage — or a hypnotist— who repeats a move ment or a significant phrase. The tap ping of heels and the vibration of the orchestra increase and reach the volume of a wild and exciting noise. "I can't hear myself think" expresses it eloquently. Instead, you feel. And that is the intention. As contrasted with the Sacre de Reserve Tables Now for NEW YEAR'S EVE in the TERRACE GARDEN MORRISON HOTEL Corner Madison and Clark Streets $7*50 per person THE GAYEST SPOT IN TOWN CHICAGOAN The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois Please enter a subscription for The Chicagoan as follows: ? 1 Year— $3.00 ? 2 Years— $5.00 Name (Address) Printemps of Stravinsky in passages of which you feel and hear the vibration of the planet Earth humming like- a giant top upon its axis, the Bolero is the celebration of a detail which at tains the proportions of a colossus. In her choreographic interpretation of it Miss Page has created an apotheosis of rhythmic prayer ("desire is prayer") both sensual and mystic, — in a word, of all incantations and hypnoses, an cient and modern. 42 TI4E CHICAGOAN AND STILL MORE GIFTS Guides for Christmas Rushers THAT mad gallop through the gift shops^ which we reported two weeks ago was only the half of it. But | we thought it was a good half. If you jiifiissed it, a glance through the last ;i|sue will reveal a lot of happy ideas on gifts for the house, feminine fripperies, jtraveler's stuff, and perfumes. Carry ing on, we race down the last lap with these final bits: In the Cause of Beauty ONE of the easiest gifts — yea, even at the last minute — is something in the great big field of toilet prepara tions. Don't turn up your nose be cause it is so easy — that doesn't mean it's stereotyped. A thoughtfully selected aid to beauty is sure to be welcome and flattering, and these things are packaged so gorgeously that the mere box in which they come adds to the holiday feeling. Nor are they just simple little remembrances for acquaint ances. You can, of course, buy a bright little gift for as little as a dollar but you can also run up into the hundreds and get something pretty precious for your very nearest and dearest. The suggestions listed here just run all up and down the price range so take your choice. Powders: Did I hear you murmur that there isn't anything original about powder? Don't stop reading until I tell you about some of the perfectly stunning new "dressing table boxes" that a few manufacturers are using for their powder. Dorothy Gray's finest powder is encased in a new box that would be dazzling in the most mag nificent boudoir. It is chaste and un- ornamented, with just a tiny gold signature in one corner, and the box is ;a heavy white substance that looks like lustrous mother of pearl or French enamel — a gleaming, lovely thing as decorative as any jewel box. Lucien !|Lelong has also issued a series of fine powders in splendid boxes of enamel and silver. These are devoid of com mercial ornament too — just the distin guished LL monogram in the corner — and they appear in blue, orchid, black, and a heavenly chartreuse, all of them banded at the edges in shining silver. My more faithful readers may re member that some time ago I wailed By THE THREE SHOPPERS about the way powder always shifted to the wrong side when it was packed in a suitcase, so that it invariably spilled no matter how you opened it. I cried for a window that would show me in which corner the powder was nestling and now I have it. Chanel boxes" her powder with a transparent insert- in the top so that you can peek through and see what color you are getting and always be sure of a spill- less box when you travel. Harriet Hubbard Ayer has her lovely Powder de Luxe in a handsome French glass bowl. In a "different" case of black and white bakelite, handsome with its simple monogram, Margaret Brainard encases her Satin Powder. Another fine group of preparations now shown at Saks is produced by the Countess Alexandra de Markoff. All the de Markoff things are exquisite and the powder comes in a severely simple ivory box — verra verra hand some. (Incidentally, the de Markoff cleans ing cream is a rich, luscious liquid, the most soothing thing for wind-rough ened and sooty complexions. One whiff of it carries you right off to a garden of really authentic jasmine.) Bath Luxuries: One of the gayest and most useful affairs of this type is Yardley's Bath Bowl. A wooden ball holds the huge Yardley's bath soap, the whole thing bounces happily about in the bath and endears itself to man, woman or child. Dorothy Gray has achieved two splendid Bath Sets. The first, in an attractive gift package* carries just about everything to make the bath a thing of joy and luxury. There is the wonderful Bath Oil, which softens and perfumes the water and keeps the skin from getting all dry and rough, a new. deodorant Dusting Pow der, Bath Salts, the fragrant Eau de Cologne, and the terribly useful Cream Soap which you ought to try yourself if you haven't yet. Any one of these preparations makes a charming little gift and you can have smaller bath sets made up of any of them. One set has the bath salts and dusting pow der and is lovely in its pink and silver velour paper box. A box of fine bath soaps is always a pleasant remembrance, especially for hostesses who work at that game and need soaps, soaps, soaps. All the good houses make attractive boxes of their fine soaps. A very new and colorful box is the set of Pall Mall soaps, each cake a different pastel shade and delicately fragrant.- These are new French soaps and exquisitely gentle with tender skins. Compacts and Gadgets: Their num ber is legion and you can spend as little as two or three dollars on a com pact or get something very rare in jeweled cases. A few interesting new ones to look for are Lelong's Baguette in its handsome black and silver or beige and dark brown, the du Barry loose powder compact, the Dorothy Gray loose powder case. These all have ingenious arrangements that actually get powder on your puff before you go wild tapping it out or break three fingernails getting at it. In the very convenient triple cases which carry compact powder, rouge and lip stick some handsome models appear in the Yardley group, especially the one with the lipstick attached at the bottom; the Dorothy Gray Sky scraper case; the new Rubinstein cases striped in gold with a dash of color in the corner; the stunning black and silver case of Primrose House; and the black and dull gold of Prince Matcha belli. The new* Tussy case is modern in its colorful enamel on silver and it carries that grand Tussy lipstick that all the gals are crazy about. If you want some bright trinkets to toss in with a larger gift or to give as a remembrance to someone who is just a leetle closer than a Christmas card don't overlook the smart lipsticks. Tussy 's is a favorite, Molyneux has a handsome square metal one, and there are scores of others. One of the nicest ones that has come my way is Mar garet Brainard's in a fat little black and white bakelite case. This is awfully new and a grand silky preparation, delightful to use as well as good to look at. Another frivolous little thing in her group is a tiny bakelite box of eye shadow. The box is a companion piece to the lipstick and you are being very kind if you introduce some friend to this preparation. It's a soft shadow, so that you don't have to rub the poor eyelid at all to get the color on evenly; TUECWCAGOAN 43 and it appears in lovely intriguing shades. The green is terribly flatter ing and brings out all those mysterious green lights that hazel, gray and many blue eyes hide away somewhere. There are blues, violets and grays too — get the color to suit the eye. The Brainard products are found at Saks-Fifth Avenue. For Lasting Beauty: You can't do better than to open the portals to per manent beauty and a lot of happy hours by buying some treatment cards at a good salon. The gift of a course or even a single treatment in the new body normalizing department of Helena Rubinstein's should make anyone's heart pump eagerly. Here, by mas sage, exercise, cabinet baths, sun baths and all sorts of delightful means pounds may be taken off or put on wherever you need 'em. For people who are just right (are there any?) the treatments are perfect to keep them in the pink of condition ana tingling with health and beauty. Courses for facial treatments may be given through Helena Rubinstein, Elizabeth Arden, Dorothy Gray, and are sure to thrill any feminine heart. If she has a vic- trola or even a little portable phono graph a set of the Elizabeth Arden exercise records is just perfect. These are fascinating and effective directions set to music — the ideal way to keep up one's interest and discipline. Wandering Beauties: Right on my heels comes a discussion of gifts for the traveler and may I dash up with a few sterling thoughts of my own? There just isn't anything finer for the woman traveler than one of the fitted beauty bags. Attractive little bags fitted with the simple essentials that every woman uses are Angela Varona's soft zipper case at Field's or the water proof moire bags fitted with the correct preparations at the Dorothy Gray salon. For the woman who is launch ing out on a long trip, and likes every thing she can possibly need in one well- fitted bag, there are week-end cases in inexpensive leathers and very gorgeous ones in the exquisite reptiles with fine crystal fittings. Look at the Rubin stein cases, the beautiful Arden bags, Frances Denney's new week-end bag, Dorothy Gray's compact hat-box bag and her other cases, and so on and on. These have all the beauty of the classic fitted bag gift and are practically equipped by experts so that the right preparation will be at hand at the right time. — Marcia Vaughn. Good Times at Pinehurst Pack up your niblick in your new golf bag and smile ... in the pine'fragrant air . . . under the sunlit sky ... on the rolling, interesting fairways of the 5 D. J. Ross golf courses, each different, providing vari' ety for all ... in Pinehurst . . . the golf er's paradise . . . where winter never comes. Good times at tennis . . . riding . . . polo . . . archery . . . shooting. Happy days and nights at the exclusive Carolina Hotel, with its friendly atmosphere ... its mod' ern luxuries. For reservations or new illustrated boo\let, address General Office, Pinehurst, 3vJ. C. Carolina Hotel Now Open 44 THE CHICAGOAN SMART SHOP DIRECTORY KATHARINE WALKER SMITH Suggests Seeing her delightfully refreshing clothes for resort wear. 270 East Deerpath Lake Forest 704 Church Street Evans ton R A N C E S R- aSV OF 1660 East 55th STREET AT HYDE PARK BOULEVARD ^ t* .Ov HALE ¦ ¦ FOf f$x GRACIOUS DIGNITY FOR THE MATRON AND THE CHARM OF YOUTH FOR THE YOUNGER SET 0Cn ing r n^,w furs 108 N. State St 220 Stewart Bldg. of distinction Suite 201 Pittsfield Building FLANUL FELT HATS For the smartly dressed man A^tarr Best / Jr Rando|ph and Wabath ••• CHICAGO FINE CLOTHES for MEN and BOYS A SPECIAL NOTICE In the incredible event that The Three Shoppers did not solve your very last gift problem in their listings completed herewith, a personal note to The Chicagoenne will bring emergency sug gestions practicable until the last shop closes Christmas Eve. Sn Route Again AGAIN squeezed between two f\ wordy writers this correspondent starts briskly at her list and wastes no space. We started alphabetically in the last number and you will find the A to L group there with many good ideas, even if we shouldn't say so our' selves. Onward then, to find at — Sa\s-Fifth Avenue, 840 N. Mich igan : In the shoe salon a splendid shoe case in varying sizes for varying num bers of shoes. This Bradka case has the great virtue of traveling or staying at home with equal usefulness. Closed it is a good-looking suitcase which car- ries anywhere from six to sixteen pairs of shoes neatly and without crushing. At home it opens out flat, hangs up on a clothes'doset door and presto! one of the best shoe bags you ever had. Spaulding'Gorham, 332 S. Mich igan: Luggage and beautiful fitted cases and a wide range of sturdy travel ing clocks in all sizes and many prices. Most of the clocks have eight-day movements and some of them have alarms. This is really the perfect gift if any traveler you know hasn't one, and the clocks here are beautiful enough to use on the dressing table at home, between hops. Taylor Trun\ Co., 28 E. Randolph: Everything from wardrobe trunks to cigarette cases and a complete line of the efficient Wheary Wardrolettes which carry stacks of things in a case not much bigger than a suitcase. Several dresses or suits may be hung over the rods and the case carries, be sides, all the other clothing one needs on a pretty lengthy trip. They are made in fabric and in handsome leathers but even the sturdy pigskin case is not at all heavy or cumbersome. Tecs: An amusing and practical little gift that you can pick up at Field's and many shops around the town. These little knitted shoe jackets fit neatly over shoes and protect them from bumps and scratches. The impor tant thing is that they keep shoes from soiling other things in the bag. A set is a handsome thought for Christmas. Snuggle Rug: The large size makes a steamer rug that stays where it's put, does not flap or bunch and is just per fect for shipboard, for football games, motoring, camping and dozens of other occasions. You slip into them, pull up the zipper fastening and actually are as snug as a bug in a rug. At A. G. Spalding, Von Lengerke and Antoine, and probably other shops. Von Lenger\e and Antoine, 33 S. Wabash: Many tricky ideas that honestly work. A fitted bag for men that is quite perfect of its kind. The flat bottom has good, mannish toilet fittings and is separated from the rest of the bag. On top of this is a roomy catch-all that will carry enough cloth ing for several weeks. Another Pull man bag has one side separated and fastened by zippers. This side has space for fittings and papers, bottles or what would you. Other useful ideas are a whisk broom slipped into a leather cover lined on the inside to make a fine shoe cloth; a traveling case no bigger than a brief case which opens out to make just about a complete filing cabinet; women's Pullman slippers in compact leather cases; a portable type writer which carries in its case com plete correspondent's equipment — fountain pen, pencil, erasers, stamp box, clip box, paste, a file for corres pondence and stationery; passport cases with compartments for all the tickets, cards, and checks one needs for any trip; and dozens of other items. By all means, remember that there isn't any gift idea quite so brilliant as the one of giving travel itself. You can buy gift certificates from the steam ship lines and tourist bureaux entitling the recipient to cruises or to a choice of trips. A neat little case of traveler's cheques wouldn't be at all hard to take either. And now out of the way for the chillun. '¦ — Lucia Lewis. The Young Idea OF course, our running dive into the toy departments disclosed hundreds of items that always make grand gifts. But you should know, anyway, that Johnny will always wel come some more trains or good build ing blocks and that Sister doesn't go in for doll control. Also, that the toy shops listed below have these grand old standards, in all shapes, sizes and prices. So we are not troubling to mention them, though they are enthu siastically recommended. A few of the newer things which aren't too tricky or sophisticated — we have strong ideas about toys — are described. Don't overlook the clothing gift either. You'd be surprised to see how a bright sweater ensemble or a party dress will thrill even a two-year-old. And what it does for you in the hearts of the parents is pretty satisfying in TME CHICAGOAN 45 these times of stress. So let us run rapidly down the alphabet, as the little imps must have their Christmas wheth er the market bounces up or down : Blum's, 630 S. Michigan: The charming children's room nestling in a corner of the big shop is a real treasure house for things to wear, and the prices are not at all startling. Racks and racks of wonderful French dresses for party and playtime wear for girls all the way from two to fourteen; beau tiful but masculine little boys' suits and exquisite infant's wear. Besides these there are unusual pieces like the small girl's ensemble of sweater and beret in two tones of the same color with smart medallion decoration; handsome quilt' ed bathrobes in pastel colors or very dashing in printed silk; and some de lightful snow suits all in one piece with bright silver buttons to enchant the young 'uns. For the fortunate lit tle things who are trotting south there are all sorts of fascinating summery clothes and some bathing ensembles that are — well, I loathe the word, but these are adorable. They combine luscious colors like brown and blue, citron and green, and have enchanting motifs knitted into them — boats, sea gulls, and one has a great big bee. Lit tle sleeveless coats repeat the motif and the colors, and the whole is altogether delightful. For a casual small gift look at the nursery pincushions shaped into the head of a fat little pink pig. Carson, Pirie, Scott: Spotted in the toy section : a solid wicker rocking duck for the scrambly one-year-old; the ex cellent series of Playskool peg boards, color blocks and the like; Chemcraft sets for the junior chemist; tiny elec tric toasters that really work; complete chests of "silver" (people often give dishes but very few think of the knives and forks and spoons that playhouses and dolls must have); complete stores with counters big enough for young clerks to tend; an extensive array of good junior furniture and some regu lar roll-top desks that would be the delight of youthful executives and help the homework problem too. For dog- loving adults or youngsters an etching by Marguerite Kirmse is the ideal gift and Carson's are having an exhibit of her things in the Galleries all month. There is also an excellent advisory service for bewildered parents or other adults who want to do the right thing by their young. Children's Shop, Edgewater Beach Hotel: All sorts of infant's and chil dren's wear, robes and gay lounging pajamas for girls from four to four teen; snuggle rugs in lovely shades for babies, stuffed animals of every description. The Doll Shop, Stevens Building: Dolls and dolls and dolls. The ubi quitous Patsy family and a doll with an atrocious name — "Lovems" — but don't let that scare you away. It really is the fattest, most realistic baby you ever saw, has little tufts of soft hair, dimpled legs and a drooly smile. Ellesmere, 900 N. Michigan: Has a few English egg cosies for inexpen sive little gifts. These crowing roos ters and kittens slipped over a boiled egg keep it hot and should certainly pique the young appetite. Also some realistic fluffy kittens and woolly dogs. Marshall Field: Just a swell jam boree on the whole fourth floor. From imported infant's dresses to footballs. The famous Kathe Kruese dolls, so real they just about walk into your arms, have a new charm this year. They al ways were everlasting and human and now they even have each individual hair sewed into their heads so that it will never come off, and it's as real as real. Patsy and Patsy Ann are here too. Very lovable, real, and unbreak able and you probably know that you can always buy honest-to-goodness clothes to fit them — all the way from dresses and undies to raincoats and galoshes. Some fascinating new ani mals in the Schoenhut wooden circus; sturdy wagons filled with blocks; horses pulling delivery trucks, milk wagons, farm wagons, whole trucking busi nesses; electric play stores that really cook, electric irons that iron, and a million other things. Frederic's, HE. Washington: In addition to the super-sophisticated necklaces, earrings and other jewelry to charm all ages of femininity, there are some lovely and suitable things for the sub-deb. The new designs in turquoise, pearls, and the lovely replicas of antique jewelry would be simply swell for the romantic age. Also bags, cloisonne compact and comb sets, and other gadgets. Grande Maison de Blanc, 940 N. Michigan: A choice collection of French dolls just like the cunning chil dren you see in Paris, and precious things to wear. Party dresses in heavenly colors and handiwork and never fussy, handsome little jersey suits and mannish bathrobes for boys, pajama ensembles and quilted silk robes for little girls. An unusual robe for girls is simple and smartly tailored in VASSAR HOUSE RESTAURANT LUNCHEON AFTERNOON TEA and DOLLAR DINNER Featuring Good Food at Rational Prices CUSTOM MADE LINGERIE and Lounging Pajamas 3 Diana Court 540 Michigan Ave., No. DISTINCTIVE GIFTS ANTIQUES 8 DIANA COURT Open in the Evening Austrian A R T s Silver Werk A N D Jewelry Glass Enamels Bund C R Metalwork Ceramics 540 Michigan Ave., North A F T S Textiles ALICIA MARSHALL INC. HAND KNITTED SUITS for TOWN and COUNTRY Shop 205 — Diana Court 540 Michigan Ave., No. 46 THE CHICAGOAN CINEMA ART GUILD presents "HER WAY OF LOVE" with Anna Zessarskaya star of "Village of Sin" A Daring Drama of The Woman The Husband The Other Man A Story Replete with Adventure CINEMA Chicago Ave. Just East of Michigan Blvd. The Art Theater of Shadow Silence 1 P. M. — CONTINUOUS — 11 P. M. SAT., SUN. & EVENINGS, 75c lovely shades of moire. This may be monogrammed if you hurry and order it in time. Huyler's, Palmolive Building: Pure sugar candies, lollipops, and candies that children may eat, and like to eat, all dressed up for the holidays. Rein' deer draw sleighs filled with candies, Santa Claus in every size, carries packs of sweets, large furry reindeer that make a splendid toy in themselves bear packs of lollipops and chocolates, snow men conceal them behind their grin ning faces. A nice group of the fa- mous Lenci dolls from Italy, each one a joy-bringing gift herself, holds a few sticks of candy in her hands to boot. Mandel Brothers: Another over flowing toy section. The new Electri- car Builder has sturdy roadsters, trucks, buses, fire wagons which may be taken apart and reassembled. They run electrically by establishing contact with the fence. Something new and interesting for the boys of electric train age. Miniature electric vacuum clean ers which really work. Albert Ruby, 76 E. Madison and branches about town: Recognised au thorities in juvenile footwear. Gay party slippers and attractive bedroom slippers, little leather dipper slippers, andusuch like. Sa\s-Fifth Avenue, 840 N. Michi gan: A junior floor to revel in, with its cases and cases of French dresses, gay blouses and skirts, play suits, and things. Delicate handmade lingerie for little and big girls, robes and negligees. Pajama suits with mannish lounging coats just like his father's for the little boy. Tailored flannel robes for girls, if you don't like the frilly ones. Party slippers, bedroom slippers and simple little mules. Boxes of smart socks and picturesque handkerchiefs. Gay linen sun-suits, dotted swiss hats and linen hats to match dresses for southern wear. For children of the north the grandest skating ensembles — smart flaring short skirt, heavy sweater, socks, beret, mittens, and scarf — a wonderful gift for outdoor girls. The Boo\house for Children, 360 N. Michigan: Books are out of our province but this series is more than a book. The set of six books provides a complete reading course for children, from two years up through adolescence, and is recognized by authorities gener' ally as one of the finest things for the training and entertainment of the young. Beautiful illustrations and carefully selected literature but every thing good is included — not a namby- pamby affair at all. The series now ap pears in a special Duco binding which is washable ap.cj, indestructible, and the books are lined up in & miniature house which the youngster may use for just his own books. Von Lenger\e and Antoine, 3 3 S. Wabash: Sporting goods of all kinds for boys and girls, boy scout things, and games. If your youngster owns a dog — or if you seek a gift for a dog, loving adult — you can find everything under the sun here. Leashes, sweaters, coats, sleeping baskets, dishes, traveling baskets, a new dog rack for the leash, brushes, etc., a handsome cleaning case that holds all the equipment for the bathing and cleaning process. (I collected a nice batch of infor mation on kennels where you can find the puppy that is the noblest gift any youngster can get but space is so lim ited I'm afraid you will have to write in for it or get in touch with the Chi cago Kennel Club. Either one of us will be glad to give you a list of good kennels which raise the various breeds.) They tell me it is time to stop and wish everybody a Merry Christmas — heaven knows we did our best to make it one. — THE CHICAGOENNE. Vox Paucorum A Department of Minority Opinion Hecht's bad boy: May I make a mild protest about one detail of Andre Sennwald's interesting story about Ben Hecht? He says that in Deadlines I used Ben as the model for "The Star" and "The Drunkard." In the latter sketch I did not have anybody in particular in mind, and certainly not Ben. No one could ever think of him in that way. — Henry Justin Smith. AWARDS: The Motion Picture v Academy awards were entirely fitting and fair, with the first honors going to Norma Shearer, George Arliss and Lewis Ayres, for Divorcee, DiS' raeli and All i^tu'et, respectively. These awards have been carefully thought out and as carefully given to these peers of the film. But Chaplin should have received recognition of some sort for his refusal to let the silent film die. If this academy is the same one that not long ago voted Bessie Love as Concentration Inexpert and unlearned as we are in the language of the; ad vertising fraternity, we merely mention that a gain of 21% in advertising lineage for the first eleven months of 1930, as against the corresponding eleven months of 1929, seems to indicate, widespread appre-, ciation of the fact that it pays to concentrate. We don't be lieve any number of charts, graphs or diagrams would alter the fact a particle. THE CHICAGOAN THE CHICAGOAN # "successor" to Bernhardt, it must surely have undergone a great change in its standards since that bold declaration was made! — E. M. S. Lysistrata (For cynical E. M. S.) : •* Lysistrata attracts "a few of the burlesque-going populace?" Undoubt edly. And to cull those few from an audience composed entirely of dormant burlesque-goers is a task, requiring a mortal possessed of swift, accurate dis cernment—a long neck — and an unde fined imagination. Continuing . . . "That is the sole thing wrong with Lysistrata— its appeal to the lewd- minded." True we are a "lewd- minded';' race. But it isn't cricket to make a memo of the truism in such a banal way. Fact, it's somewhat of a smug, prudish gesture. The show is bawdy, lascivious; all rather strumpety. But frankly, as one lewd to another, wasn't it all rather delicious? — J. >{. HAPHAZARD OBSERVATIONS (On the far north side and after the man ner of J. N) : Large- footed, shabby woman whining for pennies. . . . Gawdy baubles in a dime-store win dow. . . . Worried faces of two job less men (I know, they asked me for work). . . . Slim, classic goddess in black and white, buying bread. ... Red noses. . . .The mad, frothing lake. . . . Smug, well-fed Jewess applying lipstick to thick, Semitic lips. . . . Cranberries, nuts, fruitcakes. . . . Raccooned co-ed buying an evening frock. . . . Young wife returning Norris' SEED, blushing when the man asked her how she liked it. . . . The crowded Shopper's Special loopward bound. — I. M. Why yeast rises (A personal concept) : The stock market is the Great Leveler of the social sphere; it is the modern Indian Giver. In 1928 it brushed the Smith family into a twelve room duplex on the Drive. In 1930 it swept them out, breaking old man Smith's neck in the process: a belligerent creditor discovered him sus pended from the crystal chandelier of his office; a somewhat pulled, though nonetheless comical, expression on his pasty, twisted face. In Italy a street sweeper dreams of houseboats but of his daughter's debut? Nay. In America who knows what Alley Tom might do by pyramiding Ironing Boards Cons? — J. 7<[. NOT SO LONG AGO At Least Not So Long Ago That You Have Forgotten Enter Madam, Fay Bainter in East Is West, The Em* peror Jones, Marilyn Miller singing Mandy, Eddie Cantor offering Youd Be Surprised and Van and Schenck rendering Sweet Kisses in the Follies of 1919, The S\in Game, The Show Off and The Swan. Fanny Brice singing Rose of Washington Square, Gene- vieve Tobin in The Youngest, Liliom, Don Marquis' The Old Soa\ with the line, "ATs here!", Roland Young in Beggar on Horsebac\, Outward Bound, Sun Up, Rain and The Goose Hangs High. Irene Bordoni in Little Miss Bluebeard, Miller and Lyles in Runnin Wild, Harry Watson, Jr., in the PhiladeP phia Jac\ O'Brien skit in HitchyKoo, Merton of the Movies, The Fool, Lady Billy, Loyalties, Mary the 3rd and Bert Williams1 songs. Nor was it so long ago that you have forgotten that it wasn't so easy to get good tickets then as it is nowa' days, because then there was no convenient coupon below. Application must be received by The Chicagoan not less than seven days in advance of per formance for which tickets are desired. Application must be accompanied by check or money order in cor rect amount payable to The Chicagoan. [See page 2 for prices.] 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 certificate entitling him to tickets when pre sented at the theatre box office after 8:00 P. M. on evening of perform ance (2:00 P.M. if matinee). It is suggested that applicants name a sec ond choice of date for which tickets* are desired in case The Chicagoan's supply of tickets for specified per formance is exhausted before receipt of application. THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service CJ41CAGOAN 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) (Tel No.) (Enclosed) $.. 48 TUE CHICAGOAN GIFT COUPON The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn St. Chicago, Illinois Centlemen : Enclosed find $ for which enter names below to re ceive gift subscriptions with my greetings: Name Address Name Address Name. Address Name Address Name Address MY NAME. 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