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Chicago and Eastern Illinois R.R. Pennsylvania R.R. Big Four Route PAN AMERICAN AIRWAYS, INC. 176 NORTH MICHIOAV AVE.. CHICAGO, ILL. THE WORLD'S GREATEST AIR TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM TUECWICAGOAN Packard Standard Eight Five-Passenger Sedan $2493.00 Delivered in Chicago It N -t W PACKARD CARS ARE O V SPECIAL EXHIBITION at the AUTOMOBILE SHOW JANUARY 24th to 31st Representative cars of the distinguished new Packard series, including the popular Standard Eight and the impressive DeLuxe Eight, are now on special exhibition at the Automobile Show— and, of course, at the Packard Showrooms « - - You are cordially invited to come any day this week and, at your leisure, inspect the cars that we consider the greatest Packards of all time. The Packard Standard Eight Five-Passen ger Sedan is moderately priced. If you drive any other car of like size and power you are paying Packard operating costs. If you turn such a car in every two years or so it costs you as much in depreciation as would the Packard— for Packard owners keep their cars nearly twice as long as the ones they trade in. In other words, you are paying for a Packard— why not own one? HO O W © -"i* .;«•: 2 TWtCWICAGOAN THEATRE zJbfusical •KTHREE LITTLE GIRLS— Great North ern, 26 W. Jackson. Central 8240. Natalie Hall and Charles Hedley in a very nice Viennese musical romance. Curtain, 8:20 and 2:20. Evenings, $3.85; Saturday, $4.40. Wednesday mat., $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. RIPPLES— Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harri son 6510. Clean and old Stone gags, dancing and most of the Stone family. Curtain, 8:15 and 2:15. Evenings, $4.40. Matinees, $3.00. +SKETCH BOOK— Grand Opera House, 119 N.Clark. Central 8240. Earl Car roll's revue with Will Mahoney and more than fifty chorus girls. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Ticket prices will be announced later. Drama +LYSISTRATA— Majestic, 22 W. Monroe. Central 8240. A fine production of the Aristophanes comedy of sex life among the Greeks. Adapted by Gilbert Seldes. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.85. Wednesday mat., $2.00; Saturday, $3.00. +THE OLD RASCAL— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. William Hodge, in the title role, is not the William Hodge we used to know at all, which is just as well. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $1.50. SUBWAY EXPRESS— Erlanger, 178 N. Clark. State 2460. Trick murder in a subway express coach, ingeniously solved. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00; Saturday, $3.85. Matinees, $1.50. ^BERKELEY SQUARE— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Leslie Howard and Margalo Gillmore in a very nice now- itVl928-now-itVl784 romantic comedy. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Thursday mat., $2.00; Saturday, $2.50. -K/ONEST— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Thomas W. Ross in a clean domestic comedy and not in the title ro!e. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +LADIES OF THE JURY— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Mrs. Fiske does jury duty in the true First Comedi enne manner in the first production of fered by the new management of the theatre. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. No Sun day performance. Reviewed in this issue. ?THE SEA GULL— Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 4030. A fine performance and an able translation of Chekhov's masterpiece that deserves "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Winter Sportinc: Life, by Clayton Rdwson Cover Design Current Entertainment ....Page 2 And Afterward 4 Sport Dial 5 Editorial 7 Winter Sports, by Warren Brown 9 In Quotes 10 Gloomier Doom, by Mary Carolyn Davies 10 River Traffic Tower, by Willis Oswald Cooper 11 Distinguished Chicaooans, by J. H. E. Clark 12 Twelfth Night Ball, by Philip T^esbitt 1 3 Outward Bound, by Sandor 14 When "Whoopee" Was a War Cry, by Wallace Rice 15 Song for No Season, by Frances M. Frost lfi Town Talk, by Richard Atwatcr 17 Scarlet Sister Mary, by Nat Karson.... 20 Chicacoana, by Donald Plant 21 Urbanities, by Solitaire 22 The Stage, by William C. Boyden 23 The Cinema, by William R. Weaver.... 25 Books, by Susan Wilbur 27 Beauty, by Marcia Vaughn 29 Artists, by Philip T^esbitt 30 Go, Chicago! by lames Albert Wales.... 32 Music, by Robert Polla^ 34 Shops About Town 36 The Dance, by Mar^ Turbyfill 38 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 37. the praise it is getting. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Friday mat., $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. Donald Ogden Stewart's Rebound will he the next pro duction. ?SCARLET SISTER MART- -Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Ethel Bar- rymore in blackface. Daughter Ethel Barrymorc Colt plays with her. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Thurs day mat., $2.00; Saturday, $2.50. To be reviewed later. P1HOCCHIO Selwyn. 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3400. Third of the Junior League's plays for children, through Feb. 28. Better stop in with the family one Saturday morning at 10:30. Ticket prices, $1.50, $1.00, $0.50. MASTER SKYLARK Goodman Memo rial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 4030. Second of the Goodman matinees for children. The story of a little boy with a beautiful voice who sang before Queen Elisabeth. Ticket prices, $1.00, $0.75, $0.25. Saturdays at 2:30. LATCHKEYS Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. The Playwrights The atre o/ Chicago offers an original long play by Alice Gerstcnberg, Monday, Feb ruary 23, 8:20. For reservations tele phone Delaware 3254. CINEMA OUTWARD BOUHO The picture to see tonight. (Don't miss it.) THE VIRTUOUS SIN Kay Francis and Walter Huston in a Russian drama as unlike the title as possible. (Go.) ONE HEAVENLY NIGHT Evelyn Laye and John Boles in the first successful operetta. (If you care for those things.) SEA LEGS Jack Oakic in form again, in the navy again and worth your while again. ((h> again.) CHARLEY'S AUNT Charles Ruggles does it this time, but it's still Charley's Aunt. (Maybe the youngsters are inter ested J THE BACHELOR FATHER — C. Aubrey, Smith, Marion Davies and others in a spanking comedy. (Yes.) THE CRIMINAL CODE Walter Husto.i proves that iron bars do not necessarily make a jail picture. (If you li\e Huston.) THE RIGHT TO LOVE Ruth Chatterton and Paul Lukas in adult drama maturely done. (Of course.) THE PRIHCF.SS AHD THE PLUMBER Charles Farrell in about what you'd suspect. fN<'J MEN ON CALL — Edmund Lowe in not at all what you'd expect, nor much else. (N» indeed.) [CONTINIIKO ON l'ACi: FOUR] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor; W. R. 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Michigan Avenue and 16th Street. 4 TWECUICAGOAN [listings bf.gin on page two] MUSIC CHICAGO SYMPHOKY 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. BENEFIT CONCERT— C i v i c Opera House, February 1. For the Olivet Insti tute Settlement House. The artist is Beniamino Gigli, Metropolitan tenor. Benefit chairmen, Mr. Evan Evans and Mr. Albert S. Gardner. Co-chairmen, Mrs. Albert S. Gardner and Mrs. Charles Fargo. For ticket reservations telephone Wabash 2284. CONCERTS AND RECITALS— Rudolph Reuter, Ruth Page, Jacques Cartier, Blake Scott and Remo Bufano in three stage works with chamber orchestra, sponsored by the International Society for Contem porary Music. The musical direction is in the hands of Rudolph Ganz. At the Goodman Memorial, Sunday, February 8, at 4:00 and Monday, February 9, at 8:30. EXHIBITIONS AU PARADIS GALLERIES— 940 N. Michigan. The entire collection of the Ruth Reeves fabrics are on display. ART INSTITUTE— The International Ex hibition of Metalwork and Cotton Textiles. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Well known, well serviced, well at tended. For luncheon, tea or dinner. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. Fine, old German catering has been making history here for thirty- five years. JULIEJi'S— 1009 Rush. Delaware 4341. A heaping board and Mama Julien's hospi table smile. Better 'phone for reservations. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wabash 1088. Rather an institution in the Town and worth your inspection any time. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Russian Euro' pean catering and a concert string trio during dinner. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Atmosphere, service and cuisine are Spanish and therefore a bit different. ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL- 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Mich igan, Palmolive Bldg. Three conveniently located establishments. For luncheon, tea or dinner. CIRO'S — 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592 Rather formal, perhaps, but here the epi cure can obtain satisfaction. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. No orchestra, as you must know by this time, but really notable foodstuffs. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. A scarcity of good restaurants in the locality, but what matter? Eitel's is there! PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harri son 1975. Tempting menu, alert service and a delightful view of the lake. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. For luncheon, tea, dinner and even breakfast in a mod ern setting. Tea dancing Saturday after noons. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. Before or after you cross the bridge and bound to please the most dis criminating. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 8922. Where you can stuff the life of the party with big steaks in the small hours. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Del aware 1761. An attractive menu; an other reason is the atmosphere. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. A goodly varictv of foods and always popular and efficient. LAIGLOH— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. As fine French Creole catering a* you can find in these parts, and music, too. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. An extensive German menu and the tradi tional German service. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 3688. Swedish cooking and service with smorgasbord a specialty. Morning — Noon — Nigh t PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. The Palmer House orchestra in the Empire Room; dinner, $2.50. Mutschler is maitre. Victorian Room, din ner, $2.00. Gartmann oversees. Chicago Room, dinner, $1.50. Horrmann arranges. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Ben Bernic and his or chestra play at College Inn where Thurs day is Theatrical Night. Maurie Sherman plays for tea dancers and Gene Fosdick is at the Bal Tabarin Saturday nights. COHGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Con gress. Harrison 3800. Johnny Hamp and his band are playing in the Balloon Room again. Service a la carte; no cover charge. Telephone Ray Barrete for res ervations. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Food and service are offered in the traditional Blackstonc manner. Margraff directs the String Quintette and Otto Staack is in charge. HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Husk O'Hare and his boys, always popular in Town, play in the Blue Fountain Room for a very nice, young crowd. Dinner, $1.50. Supper, $1.00. No cover charge. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL- 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. Conven ient for southside diners-out. Excellent catering and service. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. Gifford is maitre d'hotel. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. One of those thoroughly smart places with the expected note-worthy cuisine and service. Dinner, $2.50. No dancing. Langsdor is maitre. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Verne Buck and his orchestra have been turning out a lot of good music that draws the crowds. Service is a la carte. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Saturday, $2.50. In the Italian Room, table d'hote dinner, $2.00. BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W. Randolph. Centra! 0123. Stout Teutonic dishes that make a meal a happy memory, and capa ble service. Grubel is headwaitcr. Victor Young and his band play for the after- theater crowds. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 161 E. Wal ton Place. Superior 4264. The Town Club, Silver Room and Oriental Room are especially suitable for private parties. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.25. In the Coffee Shop, $1.00. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. American cooking at its finest and all the noble traditions are pre served here. Sand rock is maitre. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. Here the diner-out- south will find the distinctive Shoreland menu, ably prepared dishes and alert serv ice. Dinner, $2.00. EDGE WATER BEACH HOTEL— ? 3 49 Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Phil Spitalny and his orchestra play in the Marine Dining Room. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, formal, $2.00 Dinners, $2.00 and $2.50. STEVENS HOTEL— HO S. Michigan. Wa bash 4400. Harry Kcllcy and his band play in the main dining room. And there arc three acts. Dinner, $2.00; no cover charge. In the Colchester Grill, dinner, $1 .50 and a trio plays. SENECA HOTEL - 200 E. Chestnut. Su perior 2380. In the smart Cafe one finds an interesting menu, notable catering and a table d'hote dinner, $1.50. BELMONT HOTEL -3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Where the mid-north- side-dincr-out is well served with admir able foodstuffs. No dancing. Dinner, $2.00. Dusk Till Dawn CASA GRANADA 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Tom Gerun and his Californians, now well known to the Town, arc successors to the Whiteman outfit. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Sat urday, $1.50. CLUB ALABAM -747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Willie Newbcrger and his orches tra, Gigi Rene and some good enter tainers. Chinese and Southern cooking. Cover charge, $1.50. PETRUSHKA CLUB- 16 5 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. Eddie Varzo and his band and Claude Avery and the well known Russian atmosphere. Dinner, $2.00. No cover charge. FROLICS 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kaley and his boys toot 'em loose and the floor show is good. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. TERRACE GARDENS— Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Clyde McCoy and his orchestra make the music and there's the traditionally fine Morri son kitchen. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. No cover charge. Shaefer will arrange. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. Jimmic Noone and his orchestra, a miniature musical floor show and a popular after-theatre menu. No cover charge. MACK'S CLUB -12 E. Pearson. Whitehall 6667. A good revue with several popu lar entertainers and Jules Novit and his orchestra. Cover charge, $1.00. COLOSIMO'S— 2126 S. Wabash. Calumet 1127. Keith Chambers and his band and a revue that is a little different. Cover charge, 50 cents. A la carte service. Be fore seven, dinner, $1.50; no cover charge. BLACKHAWK 139 N. Wabash. Dear- born 6262. Coon-Sanders and their boys, perennial favorites here, are back. Din ner, $2.00. GRAND TERRACE -3955 South Park way. Douglas 3600. A lot of blue-black music by Earl Hincs and his orchestra, and Ed Fox offers a good colored floor show. SUNSET 315 E. 35th St. Douglas 6100. Recently reopened. Quite a strutter named Ruben Brown struts in a colored floor show. You'll like the band, too. Jack Becker will arrange. COTTON CLUB— 5342 W. 22nd St. Lawndale 4140. Lucius Millinder and his band provide the music. There's a floor show and usually a big crowd. TWE CHICAGOAN 5 £r Dl AUTOMOBILE SHOW National Automobile Show, Coliseum, January 24-31. BASEBALL Chicago Cubs — First squad, pitchers and catchers, leaves for Catalina Feb. 14. Second squad, infielders and outfielders, leaves for Catalina Feb. 21. Chicago White Sox — First squad, pitchers and catchers, leaves for San Antonio Feb. 21. Second squad, infielders and outfielders, assembles at San Antonio Mar. 1. BASKETBALL Chicago — Bartlett Gymnasium — against Michigan, Jan. 24; Northwestern, Feb. 14; Indiana, Feb. 28; Illinois, March 2; Ohio, March 7. Northwestern — Patten Gymnasium — against Ohio State, Jan. 24; Chicago, Feb. 7; Minnesota, Feb. 9; Illinois, Feb 16; Iowa, March 2. FENCING Chicago, Wisconsin and Michigan, triangular meet, at Bartlett Gymnasium, February 28. GOLF Sweepstakes at Pebble Beach, California, January 25. National Amateur Championship of Golf Club Champions at St. Augustine, Florida, February 3-7. South Florida Championship at Palm Beach, February 9-13. GYMNASTIC Chicago, Wisconsin and Michigan, triangular meet, at Bartlett Gymnasium, February 27. HOCKEY Blackhawks — Chicago Stadium — against Montreal, Jan. 25; Canadians, Feb. 1; Philadelphia, Feb. 5; New York Rangers, Feb. 15; Detroit, Feb. 19; Ottawa, March 1; New York Americans, March 5; Boston, March 12; Toronto, March 15. HORSE RACING Racing Association, Miami, Florida, through March 7. Havana-American Jockey Club, Havana, Cuba, through March 31. MOTOR BOAT SHOW National Motor Boat Show, Motor Boat Mart, Navy Pier, April 24-May 3. Chicago Tribune Silver Skates Derby at Garfield Park, January 24-25. City Championships, Northwest Parks at Portage Park, January 31. 6 THE CHICAGOAN MXTSUFACTaKETlS - KETMVEUS -"IMPOTCrEUS n Early American Recipe for Charm One large Wi ngChairo/ maple and cretonne [$69], one Table 'Lamp of maple, pewter and parchment [$39.75}, one small maple Cricket [$2.95], and one Hoo\ed Rug {24x48 in., $10]. Assemble against paneled walls of natural finish and see the result above! The John M. Smyth Store has an attractive collection of Early American Reproductions for the Bedroom, Living Room and Dining Room. And many occasional pieces whose designs epitomize the beauty, simplicity and practicality of Colonial days. OPEN EVERY MONDAY AND SATURDAY UNTIL 10 P. M. CHICAGOAN IT remained for the observant Arthur Brisbane, and for him * until his most recent visit to the local Hearst Square, to discover that Chicago men are lean, alert, active and other complimentary adjectives because the Town is built so close to the lake that lake breezes bring an inexhaustible supply of oxygen and oxygen prevents corpulency by destroying fatty tissues and there you are. Mr. Brisbane did not visit Mr. Postl's gymnasium, nor the salons of Elizabeth Arden, Helena Rubinstein and Dorothy Gray, and Mr. Brisbane did depart at once for New Mexico, Arizona and points westerly, but it is still a good story. It is, in fact, the kind of story Chicago needs instead of the kind that resident editorial writers, wasplike as their waists may be, write for.it. It is the kind of story that puts over a World's Fair. Given time and encouragement, Mr. Brisbane undoubtedly could convince his wide-eyed world that subways are unsanitary anyway, that a peculiar quality of the odor from the stock yards mitigates against hay fever, and that chlorination of the water supply renders it uniquely specific against what have you. Perhaps Mr. Hearst could be per suaded to loan us Mr. Brisbane for a couple of years. If he could put up with all these blessings, he'd be a great help to the Exposition. For More Humor HUMOR is not dead in Chicago. We often think it is, especially when we try to find someone competent to write genuinely humorous articles for you, but the petition entering Congressman Oscar DePriest's candidacy for the mayoral nomination is proof that laughter still lies close be neath the surface of our notably sombre civic exterior. Not only the names signed — Peggy Joyce, Barney Google and doz ens as inspired — but the whole significance of the petition was of modern, even smart, design. Save only New York, and New York only when Mayor Walker is in the pink, no city does more handsomely. We can think of only one thing that might turn out to be funnier. That would be publication of the names signed to the other petitions. Let There Be Lights MR. FRANK BERING of the Hotel Sherman is an nounced as head of an association which has as its objective the lighting of Randolph street in a manner becom ing its mounting significance. The association desires to line the street with lamps similar to those that illuminate the noc- turnally less lively State street. Added to the impressive glare sent down by electric signs already in operation, these will afford enhanced welcome to the visitor, expand the soul of the habitue and guide safely the unsure footsteps of the stayer too late in too gay places Although we own no Randolph street footage that we know about, we go on record as heartily in favor of the movement. And we can think of no individual better qualified for the task of getting the movement moving than the gentleman who has won for the Sherman an unrivaled distinction among hos- telries in its manner. But we do urge that the scope of the movement be extended to embrace removal of the Barnum- esque banners stretched high across the thoroughfare to adver tise every new Republican candidate for office or, between campaigns, every new picture at the Oriental theatre. So long as these shall wave there is no possibility of convincing a vis itor to the Town that Randolph is anything but Main Street all lit up. Whoever Killed Lingle WE do not know whether Leo Brothers or another killed Lingle. We do not know whether Investigator Patrick Roche or Publisher Robert R. McCormick of The Chicago Tribune knows either. But at this point we part company with the majority of Chicago publications. We do know that the publisher of The Tribune was fully convinced of Brothers' guilt at the time his capture was announced, whether or not subsequent developments have shaken his confidence, and we do know that this majority of Chicago publications with which we now part company know as little about the matter as we do. None of the amazing phenomena arising out of the Lingle murder, no aftermath of political or underworld exposure, has reflected less becomingly upon the honor of the press and the Town it represents. The accusations dramatized by Harry Brundidge were brassy nothings. Mud pitched back and forth by excited local rooms soiled professional journalists of little or no civic importance. This new manifestation of distrust, dis played in the steady note of disbelief undertoning news stories concerning the prisoner, is more sinister. It insinuates to a Town educated to assume the worst that Colonel McCormick and his associates would countenance or have countenanced an arrangement seeking to provide for Brothers to "take the rap." It has given amazing spread to this unthinkable theory. Now we are as fond as anyone of shooting at Tribune Tower, a splendid target, too big to miss and always vulner able in one or another of its many aspects. But we feel it no less than a duty to brand this current journalistic behaviour as reprehensible, malicious and wholly contemptible. No pos sible outcome of the Brothers indictment will make it less so. Anniversary ANNIVERSARIES turn hair gray. But this isn't our anniversary, so we can speak freely. This is the anniver sary of William C. Boyden's ascendency of the Drama Chair in this office. That makes it, too, the anniversary of Charles Collins' assumption of the corresponding editorship at The Tribune, and likewise Frederic Donaghey's anniversary of a not so dissimilar appointment in the temples of Shubert. This happens to be, also, the anniversary of Richard Atwater's fare well to The Post and his bow to the Chicagoan audience, but nobody had Riq's Chicagoan job before he took it and nobody took his Post job after he left it, so we can't make more than one anniversary out of that. But four anniversaries as good as these are enough. We doubt that a graying lock or two would cause one of the celebrants to reel in the twelve month if he could. We lift a metaphorical glass to the entire company and try not to think of a swiftly impending occasion equally momentous in our own gay young career. TI4Q CHICAGOAN Introducing . . . A NEW TOWN AND COUNTRY SHOE In Brown Suede Cut on the classic lines of the Prince of Wales tie, it is made without stitching and with a feeling of the utmost lightness . . . With a rubber sole and a spiked leather heel. 12,50 SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE NEW YORK CHICAGO TI4E CHICAGOAN 9 WINTER SPORTS AND GAIETIES Commentary on the Outdoor Sports Situation By WARREN BROWN IT is with certain misgivings that this^ old connoisseur of climate begins aL treatise, at this time, on winter sports. What the subject seems to need most, at this writing, is winter. Ski jumpers, no doubt, are fairly champing at the skis, awaiting a fair sized parcel of snow; ice skaters are doing the best they can, while they can, with frozen lakes and streams displaying about as much stability as a stock ticker; galoshes no longer flap around flappers' ankles. As a matter of fact, most of the snow and ice literary inspiration has had to come from the discovery of the remains of Major Andree's polar ex pedition, inasmuch as cracked ice inspiration is, in no sense, seasonal. I lament principally the inactivity of the ski jumpers. To me, they have been a mysterious race, ever since my introduction to them, some seven years or so ago, when the interests of jour nalism, and a drive against the wolf who was even then holding three legs on my front porch, brought me to Chicago. There was a ski jumping carnival, out there in the Dunes, along the way to Michigan City. Everyone around the sports department seemed to be het up over it, and, at the time, we had a ski jumping expert under more or less control. He was duly assigned to the event. He reported at the office, just before departing for the ski zone. He wore, as I remember, three sweaters, a mack- inaw, a stocking cap, and a heavy, woolen muffler. He wore, too, heavy corduroy trousers, which were crammed in long, leathern hob nailed boots. He weighed, normally, about 150 pounds. For the ski jumping carnival, he must have scaled in the heavy weight class. All he lacked was a St. Bernard dog, and he may have had that elsewhere, since our office was fussy about such things as canines, catch-as-catch-can wrestlers, and fight managers, hanging around and about. o UR hero reported back, after nightfall. "Well," I asked, "who won?" shortly "It's too early to tell, yet," he said, and then went on to explain that there always had to be a sort of convention, following a ski jumping, and that it sometimes required hours of debate to determine the winners. Thereafter, the ski jumping expert was assigned to the debate, and let the jumpers take care of themselves. This may have brought about the depres sion in the winter clothes market, but I never did like hob nailed boots, anyhow. Actually, I am beginning to view with alarm the lack of soft, cling ing snow, thus far, this winter. As long as the snow holds off, so long must the ski jumpers hang on. And the first thing we know, the debates to de termine the win' ners may slop over — the expres sion is used advis edly — until July 4. Even then, how ever, this standard bearer of the win ter sport page will just be getting even with the events of spring, summer, and fall, which insist upon over-lapping each other, to the great dismay of us old, hide-bound com mentators who keep on insisting that the calendar, and not the cli mate, is the tip-off on the seasons. This composi tion is being pre pared in the sec ond week of Jan uary, or maybe it's the third. (Catch me letting go of any of The Chi- CAGOAn's secrets!) And the only evi dence we have that it is winter is the gradual settling down of the Chi cago Black and Blue Hawks to the place in the hockey standings to which they have been accustomed. You wouldn't by any chance char acterize golf as a winter sport. And yet the returns are in from a tourna ment in Los Angeles, which presented 10 TI4E CHICAGOAN $10,000 worth of prizes, a sum that has been equalled only once or twice, and never surpassed by any tourna ment of the good old summer time. IN the memory of the oldest inhab itant, winter was always a season in which earth shaking trades were consummated in big league baseball circles. Now I ask you, what trade, involv ing collateral of much more value than an old bat bag, has been made since December 22? And yet we have the testimony of the weather bureau that this was the first day of winter. Football, as everyone knows, is a fall sport. But it is only a matter of a few days since Alabama and Washington State were playing a game of some importance to Alabama and Washing ton State. And the last plaintive pro test over the omission of someone, or the inclusion of someone else as All American, hasn't yet died away. Nor is that all. Still eyeing the calendar, it seems that we are in mid-January. Not four weeks hence, baseball teams will be starting South, and starting to the Far West, on SPRING training bent. This, I will admit, as you have un doubtedly suspected long since, is, to say the least, a curious treatise on winter sports. Its author registers a solemn promise to try and do better — when Winter comes. P S. — There is an unwritten law, in baseball press coops that when a pitcher is retiring batters, one after the other, one must never call attention to it. Once this is done, the next batter invariably ruins the possible no-hit game. Thus, if you are forced to dig your way through snow banks to get to vour nearest dealer for the issue of The Chicagoan which contains this, don't blame me. I bought my over shoes last November and haven't had a chance to find out yet whether they fit. NOTE: Nevertheless, a hopeful listing of Winter sports is included in the Sports Dial, page 5. WHAT I WANT I don't want to be president I don't want to be right All I want in the world is just You and Saturday night! — M. D. IN QUOTES Alfred E. Smith: My personal mail serves as a fairly accurate barom eter of general business conditions. Mrs. Calvin Coolidge: Love was not given the human heart for careless dealing. Its spark was lit that man might know divine revealing. Bruce Barton: I suspect that most of them still think that I was talking through my hat. George Ade: As for fortune tell ers, they are still going big, only now they call them financial editors and market experts. William Allen White: The average American probably would be a man or woman around 40; born in the mid-West somewhere between the Missouri Valley and the Alleghanies and north of Tennessee. w\ Sir Philip Gibbs: There are not many kings in the world today, and one or two of those remaining sit on shaky thrones, as that of Spain. Calvin Coolidge: State legisla tures are now in session. w\ Prudence Penny: Cheerio, Mi lady! I hope every one went to work and school from your door in a happy, courageous state of mind. Arthur Brisbane: When you impoverish 800,000,000 of your cus tomers, you do not help business. Edgar A. Guest: Who started kissing and who started words? Who teaches music to young little birds? Ted Cook : You can say this for ex-Senator Heflin — he may be down, but he's never out of hearing. \m Andre Maurois: A similar reverse snobbishness might lead readers with out intellectual courage to hesitate to praise a book whose title contains the word "princess," which is written by a grand duchess, the granddaughter of one czar, niece of another and first cousin of the last emperor of Russia. Sara Haardt: With him were Murril and Ambrose New — Sarah McKee Sash had married Henry New — James and Belvard Sash, the sons of Gabriel Sash, and Gabriel Sash him self; but Wickliffe Sash, Gabriel's other son, enlisted with the South — his mother had been Liddy Hazel and fiercely Democratic; the Hazels of course — three of them — were in the Lexington Rifles. Percy Hammond: The drama- reviewer who attends the Guild's first- nights is usually intimidated by the splendor and superiority of his sur roundings. VA Robert W. Chambers: We were under trees now, then suddenly emerged among the ruins of a deserted hacienda and became tangled in the rank growth of the patio, floundering among wild flowers. Dr. Morris Fishbein: Almost every person now knows what is meant by the term appendicitis. B. C. Forbes: The skies are clear ing, at least, a little. THE GLOOMIER DOOM To be an ex-wife is to lead A truly awful life Of misery and woe, indeed. But oh, to be a wife! — MARY CAROLYN DAVIES. THE CHICAGOAN n A TRAFFIC TOWER OF ANOTHER KIND Before a bac\drop of high storied buildings, pyramided mas* sively one against the other, far bac\ into the city, is the truncated bridge tower quartering the tender whose duty it is to ring up and to ring down his bridge for river traffic. A distinguished camera composition by Willis Oswald Cooper. 12 THE CHICAGOAN BEN HECHT: Former star reporter on The Daily J^ews and co-editor of The Chicago Literary Times of other days, now novelist (1001 Afternoons, Eri\ Dorn, Gargoyles, Fantazius Mallaire) and play wright who, with Charles MacArthur, was responsible for The Front Page and also for a new play that will be produced soon, and whose new novel A Jew in Love will make of him either a more distinguished or a completely extinguished Chicagoan. HERBERT WITHERSPOON: Well known as a singer, vocal teacher and coach who was leading basso with the Metropolitan Opera Company for years and who recently resigned from the presidency of the Chicago Musical College to head his own studio. It is his opinion that Chicago is destined to become one of the great art centers of the world and is already a great capital of music. DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK LOUISE PRUSSING: Chicago society's own actress who graduated from the charity productions of the Junior League to the more sophisticated offerings of the pro fessional stage, and is even now playing with competence and a certain nicety one of the more important roles, that of Kate Petti- grew, in the current attraction at the Selwyn, Berkeley Square. FRED WESLEY SARGENT: Whose mental alertness and ability as an execu tive have made him one of the most im portant figures in local and national fields of transportation; who rose by steps from its' legal department to the presidency of the Chicago and Northwestern Railway and whose record in that capacity has been note worthy because of his sane and constructive directing ability JOHN VAN ALSTYNE WEAVER: Chi cago's playboy who became a playwright. He has written almost everything, newspaper copy, dramatic criticism, checks, short stories, poetry, love-letters, plays, movie scenarios, novels and home for money. His best known pen-products are poems in the Ameri can language, a play entitled, "Love "em and Leave 'em," and a novel blurbed as, "Her Knight Comes Riding." THE CHICAGOAN 13 Robert and Helen Pifzel as pheasants TWELFTH NIGHT BALL By PHILIP NESB1TT The Germania Club casts a vast oldworldliness vainly over the gallant three hundred. Brasses blare, well knowns flaunt magnificently incongru ous repressions in raiment varied as interpretations of this thing called popular dancing, flashlights flare fee bly in a too brilliant ballroom and another January is writ ten into smart record. It is the Twelfth Night, a dull calendar stupidly alleging the ninth, and if gaiety be comes a little determined as the hours pass none are here to plead a season distressingly long and rigorous. This is a Night of Nights, an Affair of Affairs. Tradition is served. Jazzmen bang out the thin, mischievous melodies of the moment — A Tearful Little Earful, Body and Soul, You're Driving Me Crazy. Jazzmen have no souls. Ines de Soriano looking svelte and svett Eleanor Holden as the pride of the Bowery John Cromelin as the man who came doztmstairs when he heard the burglar 14 THE CHICAGOAN OUTWARD BOUND (NOT A MOVIE) Filmed by Robert Milton for the millions beyond range of metropolitan footlights, Sutton Vane's imaginative drama forfeits nothing that distin guished its stage presentation yet gains much in illusion, narrative tension and eerie persuasiveness that is intrinsically cinematic. It is reviewed in this issue as the first of this year's culturally significant pictures. THE CHICAGOAN 15 WHEN "WHOOPEE'' WAS A WAR CRY Moody Reflections on a Gaudy Era EARLY in the century, while I was the literary adviser of a Chicago publishing house, Ada E v e r 1 e i g h brought to the head of its publishing department a manuscript which she told him was an autobiography. Un fortunately for a waiting world, the manager was so wholly unaccustomed to dealing with members of the oldest profession on earth that his one idea of what to do in the circumstances was to get her out of his office. That any body could have a natural curiosity to read what she had written did not enter his mind, and I doubt if he knew that books from similar sources brought out in London usually had a long queue of anxious purchasers at the publica tion office on the day announced for their bringing out — anxious not so much to see their names in print as to make sure that they were not in print. I did not even learn the title of the projected work, and believe it is still awaiting the light of print. But the name of the book has just been made public by Graham Taylor in his brand new Pioneering on Social Frontiers, though I still have a doubt or two about it. Mr. Taylor was active in the work of the Chicago Vice Commission in 1910-11, and in pursuance of their duties he and Dean (later Bishop) Sumner went to the E ve r 1 e i g h Club, which is de scribed as "the commercially high est grade resort.11 His further ac count is interest ing in many ways. He found a score or more of young women there, and notes that it would have been, difficult to distinguish them from high -school graduates or col lege students. It seems not to have occurred to him that the difficulty might have arisen from their having By WALLACE RICE been just that. He characterizes the two landladies as middle-aged, intelligent, and well mannered. So far as trade was concerned, they told him that it had to be, and they might quite as well be doing it as decently as might be as leaving others to do it worse. UPON request, coupled with the sisters' insistenee that the girls should speak for themselves, the two clergymen were allowed to interview them privately. All the girls assured them that they were only in the house for the time being and would leave as soon as they had saved enough to live on, which is exactly what they would say. But the landladies almost dared the visitors to try to coax any of them away from the place, after saying that they had a waiting list. The close of the paragraph, describing unquestionably just the impression made upon the writer of it, does not ring true to me, thus: "Before leaving the handsomely furnished clubhouse, bearing a name that marked it as aris tocratic, I inquired of the madamc (sic) how she dared to deal so de structively with both the body and the very life of each inmate. Her hollow, hysterical laughter fittingly accom panied her flippant reply that she was writing what she would call The Biog raphy of a Lost Soul." Surely it's a fairly good title, but I can't believe that the contents of the book, written long before this inter view, will bear such a title out. It was, it will be recalled, at this time that the tale of the white slave was going the rounds in England and America, to be found a mere "edifying11 lie whenever substantiation of it was sought. And nothing could be more remote from the minds of landladies and inmates like these than the notion of slavery. For this I have some authority, based on an interview with the sisters not long after. A 'There were no women in the world zvho hud so many proposals of marriage' ,N old friend and fellow-worker on the daily papers came to town. We dined together, and I told him of the unseen manuscript. He was as curious as I, and we wandered up to the Everleigh Club, and had a pleas ant talk with the two sisters about it. They were soft-spoken, evidently of good lineage and breeding, and had been actresses in the South in their earlier life. Minnie was the taller and fair of complexion; Ada, the author, was dark; both were slender. Ada was interested in our professional interest as fellow-writers, and asked us to tea the following Sunday, to discuss her autobiography with her. We went ac cordingly, only to learn that Mayor Harrison had padlocked the place the night before, Ada told me of the manner in which she met those who pro posed themselves for resident mem bership, so to speak, in the club. She saw them all herself, and her first requirement was that they should have had previous profes sional experience as inmates of a similar institution; there were too many recently be reaved widows, deserted wives, and the like, ama- 16 THE CHICAGOAN "No, thanks. We don't want to sit down. We just stopped in to use your telephone.' teurs all, whom she did not want. Besides, they must have good consti- utions, perfect health, no small share of attractiveness, and perfect freedom from engrossing habits that might make against single-minded devotion to in dustry and duty, such as drugs, drink, or even cigarette smoking to immoder ation. There must also be a past rec ord free from arrests, good manners, a degree of refinement; and education above commonness of speech and con duct. And, she explained, there were no women in the world who had so many proposals of marriage as these girls, so selected. It would seem that Ada Everleigh must have been also the author of the pleasant pamphlet, illustrated in color, which the club had sent to past and prospective patrons. It is told that this fell into the hands of the private sec retary of one of our public officials who, after rescuing it from his waste- basket, wondered to him why so charming a place as it seemed to be should not have been brought to her attention before. Much embarrassed, he sent her for information to one of the women in the department who had such matters in charge, whereupon it was the secretary's turn at embarrass ment. One pleasant tale has come since the departure from Chicago. Les Miles. Everleigh were sitting on a bench in the Riviera sun when a young lieu- tenant, on leave as a convalescent, was passing by. Beckoning him to them, they learnt that he was from Chicago. They gave him as he left them a card and an address. This he duly pre sented, whereupon for a fortnight he enjoyed even ¦ more than the comforts of home, much more, all with the com pliments of his former townswomen. All good Americans did something, more or less, for their country during the war. NOTE: The third article in this series will be published in an early issue. SONG FOR NO SEASON Summer, autumn, Winter, spring — - Make no vow By anything. Petals will break Beneath the rain, The orchard ground Be strewn again. Honey of summer Will drip on a stone, Fires of autumn Be withered and blown. Snow on the dark earth, Snow on the stream, Is more than beauty, Is less than a dream. Pledge love by love Since beauty flees . . . Love will last As long as these. — FRANCES M. FROST. QUATRAIN So you give your gifts as the Indians do, For a day, a week, a month or two, Or even perhaps the span of a year — How long will I hold your heart, my dear? —BETTY BARRINGER. THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Lake Glass — Freeing Chicago — Cabuc — The Actress &- the Book Critic— More Klangfllms — Fiscal Culture— Saluting Carl Sandburg &- Ben Bernie — The Perfect Month By RICHARD ATWATER 'Breaking the Ice THERE was hint of spring in the air. A false spring — is there a name for it, beside January thaw: "Indian spring,11 perhaps? Your re porter strolled along the icelocked beach, and there was rather an awful whispering sound everywhere on the lake side of the piled beach ice. A sound that was not quite a whisper, not quite a hiss: just a ubiquitous horrid sibilance, as of Nature's teeth being rasped together. The thin surface ice on the lake, as the water underneath bore it cease lessly against the shore, was cracking up and splitting into broken panes of protesting brittleness that piled up and slid down again, and whispered and rasped and crackled everywhere. Not at all like the tinkling of ice in the drinking glass that Eugene Field once hymned. We stood and watched the deplor able process for many minutes. The breaking, softly shrieking panes of ice averaged perhaps two square feet of transparent surface. We wondered if it was watching such excruciating icy antics that originally inspired the inventor of breakable window glass. Jree City TALK of Home Rule for Chicago has started again: with Governor Emmerson apparently in favor of it this time. We have always been in favor of Chicago being a Free City, like Bremen or Hamburg, or whatever it was, in the old German Empire. Urbans shouldn't be under rurals. Why should farmers, with their feet in downstate soil, tell us penthouse butterflies what to do? It's high time we got Home Rule. First, second and third class rates are coming in on western railroads: an encouraging sign. Modern society should be generally classified in this manner. First class: those who live in big cities. Second class, those who dwell in suburbs. Third class, those who exist downstate. Once this distinction is made part of the Constitution, our further sugges tion for the improvement of that old unwritten prejudice about there being one law for the rich and another for the poor could be shot through Con gress. First class citizens would be above all laws. Third class citizens would make the laws (as now) and be subject to them. Second class, or suburban citizens would just have to choose between moving either to the city or the farm. We demand Home Rule for Chi cago at once. Information Desk CURIOSITY comes late in life, sometimes. We'd heard the ex pression "spick and span11 hundreds of times, probably, without ever paus ing, like Pilate, to inquire what a spick was. Well, sir, a spick is a new, shiny nail (the short vowel appar ently differentiating it from the larger "spike") ; and a span is a freshly chiseled scrap of wood. Ha ha, you thought a span had something to do with horses. The first man to use the saying "spick and span11 was obviously a carpenter. Just what good this information will do you, we don't know. It may help, though, to note that a similar com pound, "brand new," is spelled that way instead of "bran new," as some amateur poets try to put over on us once in a while. The "brand" in "brand new" is bright, as in "fire brand." On the other hand, we rather lean to the theory that another expression ought to be spelled "bran from the burning." This is due to a slight old prejudice against cooked cereals. BEFORE we leave the garrulous dictionary in favor of our general recordings for broadcast purposes only, we'd like to note that the big Hellenic orange and spinach gentleman, who has delighted us before with his classic spellings of "leters" for lettuce and "salry" for celery, has at last got the word cabbage down where the Society for the Advancement of Simplified Spelling must accept it with everlast ing cheers. Cabuc. No Time for Reading HARRY HANSEN (who in his school days here did a couple of rousing Blackfriars shows, including The Sign of the Double Eagle, which we shall always remember as the exemplar of student operettas, be cause the student chorus in it actually wore swords: a detail frequently ne- glected in such productions, including The Student Prince, and as this sen tence is getting out of hand we will dismiss it right here and start a new one — ) Anyway, Harry Hansen is probably the most widely quoted book critic in the country, since he went to New York and put on weight. So Philip Davis thinks it amusing that the new movie ingenue, Sydney Fox, meeting Harry at a recent eastern party, got to talking about books with him without knowing who Mr. Hansen was. Book( after book the dainty actress mentioned; each time Mr. Hansen re gretfully had to confess he hadn't read it. Finally Miss Fox apologized. "Probably your work is such," she said forgivingly, "that you don't get time to read these silly novels." I'he German Movies and a Hollywood Klangfilm YOUR Herr Dr. Riquarius is still getting a wunderbar kick out of the Teutonic talkies. Der Tiger von Berlin had the funniest burglary scene we've ever witnessed: the one where 18 THE CHICAGOAN the gentleman, stopping outside of a library window, picked up a young tree by the roots and solemnly smashed the glass with it to a thunderous re verberation, as if to say, in the mood of the old anecdote, "there should be an entrance here." Another wow was the finale of Zivei Herzen in % Ta\t, where the girl, suddenly singing the lost waltz, inspires the theater orchestra in the picture to take up their instruments one by one and play the complete number (which has never been writ ten) as if they had practiced its score for a week under Dr. Stock. As new Viennese waltzes sound, after all, much like old Viennese waltzes, this may not be such an impossible stunt for a smart Viennese orchestra. But couldn't there be at least one clarinet player in the outfit who hadn't studied counterpoint? Die Melodie des Herzens, however, is our real favorite of the recent im portations. It had Dita Parlo (Gott, is she lost to us after we found her?) and not only the continental hokum which is so refreshing after the more familiar Hollywood tricks, but what we wish more trans-Atlantic filmmak ers intending to market their wares over here would use: outdoor shots of their native scenes. After all, now that we all have French phones, one interior is like another interior the western world over. But a street in Budapest (especially with Dita Parlo walking down it, and is Dita an ab breviation of Aphrodita?) is not a street in Englewood; and much as we commend the straightening of the Chicago river, we do like to have a peep at the Danube occasionally, too. And m a German-made movie there should be steps. Steps from the outside. Louis Bromfield's One Heavenly ls[ight is laid in Budapest and a suburb of that city called Zuppke (mis printed on the screen as "Zuppa"). Its exteriors, however, are authentic only in so far as you would call Mr. Will Hays an authentic Magyar. After witnessing this stupendous fancy-flight of him who once penned The Green Bay Tree and Possession, we think that much-quoted anecdote about Mr. Bromfield's adventures in Hollywood is funnier than ever. (You know, how, six months after he got there, his boss told him he'd hired him "because of your wonderful reputation, Mr. Bloomberg.") Mr. Bloomberg's wisecracks, in this romantic Hungarian klangfilm, struck us as not half as funny as those in the echt deutsch talkies which our ears never quite hear. Dear, dear. We wish we could see Die Melodie des Herzens again. We wish Louis Bloom- field could see it, too. No, we take that back. Too heartbreaking. Simple 'Discovery Little Louise soon discovered a thing That many girls older than she do not \now. So simple: by adding more beaux to her string, She adds just that many more strings to her bow. K. M. S. w\ cJlfr. Hoover and 'Doris i i fm\ NLY children of a new gener- >-? ation—a new American — can stand against this future world . . . Ten years will see the start of this new generation," President Hoover tells Cosmopolitan. Your statistician thought he'd better check up on this, and so questioned his eight-year-old daughter at the next supper table. "I'm not going to have any chil dren," Doris assured us. "That's what I used to say," we warned her. "Well, I'm not," repeated Doris very firmly. "I am going to be a lady." "With eight children," we taunted her. Besides, President Hoover had made that statement. "Eight children! Ha, ha," said Doris. She thought that over. "I 7 tell ynh, Jensen, I still think that happened in Cleveland's administration' THE CHICAGOAN 19 'Back up immediately, Kasha, that little blonde just give me the eye' might adopt them," she at last ad mitted, spilling a glass of milk on us in her excitement. Spelling 'Test ONE more domestic confession. The new ebony cook had been directed to look for it in the cupboard and make something out of barley. Soup, we suppose, or maybe one of Marse Ashton Stevens1 stews. After five thoughtful and silent min utes, she plodded back from the cup board and called for further directions. "You said barley, ma'am?" she muttered at Anthea. "Yes," admitted that worthy. "Do barley begin with b-a-r, ma'am?" asked the puzzled student. Her name, by the way, was Artelia. From then on we addressed her as Artillery. Our Scientific Section IT was Francis Coughlin who, at a not-too-good premiere of some show, perhaps a variation of Camille, heard an actor in the play say, "What is the trouble?" heard the actress answer, "Consumption," and from his aisle seat called out in a loud voice, "No, production!" Which, for we too are an economist, reminds us of the last time we saw that sterling humorist, Robert J. Casey. "Do you know anything funny?" we asked. "I don't know anything," he cried. "But if I did, it would probably be something funny." Whereupon he wanted to know if we had heard of the gentleman who said he was all right physically, but not all right fiscally. We will now pass from economics to mathematics and engineering. Second Scientific Section 4 * \70XNL recent mention of my 1 cat, Thomas Heflin, as one who 'brings squirrels into the house1 almost made me reply," replies D. E. Hobel- man, "that at least this is preferable to a Thomas Heflin who brings nuts into the senate." Slightly more subtle is the explana tion of psychologist Boder as to why he did not go to the recent lecture of a confrere. "I would rather," he said, "hear a speech of which I understood only two-thirds, than hear a man whom I understand six-fifths." If the class has swallowed that one, it might now make a note of why it is that, though the distressing practice of bolting one's food is not unheard of, nobody has ever been seen, at the end of a sumptuous banquet, bolting nuts. With which we shall now leave our engineering department to Mr. Fred Lowenthal, in lieu of his discovery, when his auto engine suddenly died in the midst of loop traffic, that appar ently rigid motor had set in. "Not Normal" AND here is a quaint late commen- *¦ tary on the 1928 Republican platform of Two Cars in Every Garage. Printed on a tag coming with a 1931 lady's coat: "Notice. Automobile riding is not in the category of ordinary or normal wear. There can be no guarantee against the wearing off of materials resulting from riding." Ships That Pass in the Dark NEAR the end of quite a discus sion with Lloyd Lewis, over in his palatial offices, during which be tween us we discovered that integrity in writing passes for either (1) bril liance or (2) humor in this odd world, Mr. Lewis looked over at the next desk where a thin gentleman in an eyeshade was working, and wanted to know how come Mr. Riq and Mr. Sandburg were no longer on speaking terms. "My goodness, Carl," we said. "I didn't know you with that eyeshade on." The good gray poet took it off and looked sombrely at our iron hat. We tipped it to him courteously. His face suddenly beamed, like an explosion in a fjord. "Now I recognize you," he mur mured. "Without it, you are a high brow. With it, you have a low brow." "That," we explained, "is why I wear it." Mr. Sandburg nodded in approba tion and replaced his eyeshade so that he would have a low brow, too. We asked him the present condition of the Chicago Ballad. "Ballet?" he puzzled. "Ballad," we insisted. The veteran guitar player sighed. "Ballad," he admitted. "There is no Chicago ballad." 20 THE CHICAGOAN The First Actress — and the last actress you'd expect to go black-face — Ethel Barrymore, who plays a negress role in the dramatisation of Julia Peterkin's novel, Scarlet Sister Mary, the Dramatic League's production at the Harris "Why don't you write it?" sug gested Riq. "Al Capone was a wonderful man," chanted Mr. Lewis as a starter. "Yes," said Sandburg. "There may be a ballad in Al Capone." Unfortunately we broke the spell of Sandburg's impending Capone ballad by reminding Carl of his inimitable mention in print of the New York Philharmonica orchestra. "That," breathed the good -gray poet, as his eyeshade loomed against the horizon of smoke and steel, "That was pure Rootabega." Why We Did Not Write a Children's Story about Lincoln "\ A /HY don't you write me a V V children's story about Lin coln for my February number?" the great editor asked us. So we went home to write a chil dren's story about Lincoln. We sat beside our usually agile typewriter. "I can write children's stories," we reminded ourself, "at least if the chil dren are three blocks away from the house. But a children's story about Lincoln. That's a tough one. Lin coln? Children?" We got up from the typewriter and went over to the reed organ. Our fin gers stole thoughtfully over the pen sive keys. We were looking for the theme song. There was a rapping from the next apartment. . . . We went back to the typewriter. "I've got the song," we told the type writer. "Wynken, Abe Lincoln and Nod." "Do you mean 'and Nod,' " asked the typewriter, "or 'and Odd Mcln- tyre'?" After which nobody could have written a children's story about Lincoln. ^Anniversary TO celebrate an anniversary, we bought an Evening Post. There was a paragraph in it at that. Not only did Llewellyn Jones roast Janet Fairbanks novel in tender alarm at its popularity, but there was a news item. About a train that was stopped in Brisbane, Australia, by a plague of caterpillars on the track. Served them right. People in a place named Bris' bane should use aeroplanes. . . . We mourned the absence of Harry Hoch- stadter's Blues on the sport page, God rest his gay, game soul. . . . The Post still has Edgar Guest. By the way, has anybody in the room read a modern ist novel lately named Smart Setbac\s, with a couplet in it about Eddie's poems? Then leave the room, please, at once. V/K Samaritan AN eminent lawyer, at least he looks L like a lawyer, who lives in our co-operative, had had a cold for sev eral weeks; what with this and what with the winter weather, he hadn't had his hair cut for quite a while. It was sleeting, so he wore an especially old hat; the street car was chilly, so he left his overcoat collar turned up around his neck as he sank into the seat. He sat slumped down in the seat, wearily holding his home movie camera in its case in his lap. He dozed, look ing thus much like a fatigued work- ingman on his way home from the factory with an empty lunchbox. . . . Suddenly he woke. No, he hadn't passed his destination, but it was only a block away. He got up, and dis covered a dollar bill in his fingers! Walking perplexedly up the aisle, he asked the motorman if anybody had mentioned dropping a dollar bill. The motorman turned as he pulled the door opener. He pointed to the inebriated gentleman about to disembark ahead of our hero. "No," said the motorman. "But that guy had it in his hand when he got on." [turn to page 40] THE CHICAGOAN 21 CHICAGOANA ''Automobiling/' the New Craze IF you are anything at all of a news paper or magazine reader you know by this time that there is a new sport that has caught the public fancy and that bids fair to become as popular as any outdoor pastime we've ever had. Of course it may be just another of those crazy fads that come in every now and then, last a year, two years and are put into the discard for an other novelty. Ah, fickle, fickle Pub lic! And again, it may be lasting. Who, I ask you, can tell? You may not be one of those dare devil-may-care persons who have al ready "taken it up" but if you are taking an active part in this new sport, you are pioneering. People may poke fun at you, but any such pastime, if it is to be anything at all in the future, needs must have much pioneering and requires the services of many a stal wart pioneer to do that pioneering. A vehicle is used for this sport called "automobiling." It is propelled by a motor and the carriage itself is called an "automobile," here in America, at least; often, too, the term "autocar" is employed. I shall deal here first with the history of these mechanically driven carriages, and still, perhaps I'd better not, be cause whenever you start doing that sort of thing what happens? Why, almost immediately dat ole davvil Technical raises his ugly head and then where are you? You never know. I never know, anyway. (ED. NOTE: If you really and truly want to read about such truck just you get hold of a copy of Gottlieb Daimler's bi-, or maybe it's autobi- ography and you'll find out.) It would probably be much simpler just to trot down to the National Automobile Show at the Coliseum and see all these lovely autocars in their unnatural, but nevertheless very pleas ant, environment. So go on in and look at the Pack- ards and Lincolns and Cadillacs and Cords and a lot of other cars that try awfully hard to look like Cords and Cadillacs and Lincolns and Packards. THE Thirty-First National Auto mobile Show, as usual, at the Coliseum and the Coliseum as usual, only dressed up. The expectancy you have of seeing for yourself everything you've been reading about: free wheeling (or could it possibly be three- wheeling?), four-wheel brakes, four- speed transmissions; shatterproof glass, changes in steering, changes in wheel construction, changes in suspension, changes in size, shape, lines, colors and three or four changes you can't remem ber at the time. The Marmon display, with the Marmon sixteen making its formal debut and looking very Continental and Mercedes-Benz-ish. Two hundred horse power and an all-aluminum en gine which is probably pretty nice. The new eight called the " '70' eight." The thought that maybe it was named after some war. The Willys-Knights looking very sturdy and compact and neat. Your wondering at just what the hell the difference is between the Willys- Knight and the merely Willys. The explanation of the salesman which seems to be mainly about the different types of motors in the two cars. The satisfaction of knowing, at long-last, the difference. The realization that after all you're only partially in the know, because you missed many of the finer points because the salesman talked too fast. The Durant exhibit. The thought that you do not remember ever having seen any Durants on the street. The supplementary thought that, even if you had, you wouldn't have been able to have done anything about it. The magnificent display of Cords. Maybe it isn't the display, maybe it's the cars. - It's the body that counts. Why didn't some automobile manu facturer think of the front-wheel-drive idea years ago? The mental answer that maybe one of them, maybe several of them, did think of it, but just hadn't got around to it. THE south hall of the Coliseum into which you always drift at every Show expecting to find some display that you'd be sorry to miss if you hadn't gone in. The realization that dawned on you at the 1926 Show that you'd never find anything but trucks there. You never have and you probably won't this time, but you do, because the Studebaker line is there. The reflection that, although Studebaker has borrowed lines from Cord, it is a much better looking car than it used to be. The trucks. The thought that you'd not know quite what to do with a truck if you had one. The Nash models that seem to have a longer hood and consequently a longer appearance in general. The salesman talking about torsional-vibra- tion dampers, oil filters and air-clean ers. Your amazement at this new and esoteric language. The decision to find out something about it all. The booklet that you slip in your already crowded pocket and plan to read when you get home. The Graham that used to be the Graham-Paige that used to be the Paige. The Plymouths with higher radiators and wider shells. The Chrys ler group. The Imperial looking like the Cord. And after all, why not? The Cord is a good looking job. Some more Studebakers. THE luxurious Lincolns. Staid and powerful, with strictly mod ern lines, yet extremely dignified look ing. The reflection that it is possible to produce a truly fine car without borrowing anything from other cars, Continental or American. The senti mentalizing that the Lincoln presenta tions have always been quite in keep ing with the name. The hope that they'll always keep that idea in mind and the thought that they probably 22 THE CHICAGOAN will. Another booklet for the collec tion. The Pierce- Arrows. They're always about the same, too. Class-conscious. The General Motors group. The Oak land and the Pontiac, longer- looking and well proportioned for their wheel- base lengths. The Buick. The good, old Buick. Sturdy and staunch and tried and true. Sinclair Lewis ought to write a book about Buicks sometime. The Chevrolet, the pride of the city salesman calling on retail trade. The Oldsmobile with a new radiator. The La Salle and Cadillac display. The thought that the first La Salle did some new note-striking when it came out. The Cadillacs, the V-16, the V- 12, the V-8, really distinguished look ing cars; each a masterpiece of the in dustry. More booklets to be taken home. The Packards. Ask the man who owns one. For that matter, ask the man who owns two. The characteristic Packard appearance is always pre served. Refinements and alterations may be made from time to time, new mechanical devices, lubricating sys tems, this and the feature added, but you can still be sure it is a Packard. It's always very grand looking and all the precincts have been heard from. And then on to the Hupmobiles, serviceable cars, without doubt. The Franklins, with their powerful air- cooled engines. Doctors always drive Franklins. You've heard that lots of times. The Reo display, with the Royale models looking much better than any Reo has ever looked before. The De Soto exhibit. The Auburns, very distinctive in appearance, long and low and in general like their Cord cousins. The Hudson-Essex group. The Gardners. The Duesenbergs, terribly powerful and fast looking. The Peer less lines, three of them. The Amer ican Mathis. The crowd around display. The tired feeling and the dis inclination to elbow through the crowd, because of the necessity of conservation of strength for doing the hotel salons. The skipping over the Mathis (and you probably could) to the Stutz ex hibit. The Stutz exhibit. The cus tomary long, low lines and the wider fenders. The realization that you haven't seen the Dodge display, and that it's really too late to do anything about it, because you ought to be getting on to the salons. (Only one "o" if you please, Leahigh.) AND the Salons that you might as ^ well take in. After all, you want to see everything, radio broadcasts to the contrary, because buying a car via radio is sort of like buying a blind pig in a bag. At the Edgewater Beach Hotel there are displays of Packards, Lincolns, Rolls Royces, Hupmobiles, Buicks, Chevrolets, Dodges and Fords. The General Motors Salon is at the Stevens. The Congress Salon shows the Chrysler, and Plymouth lines, and the Reo Salon is at the Blackstone. There is a Willys display at the Sherman and at the Palmer House. The latter establishment also houses the Willys-Knight and Marmon Salons. And after having done the Salons there's that tired feeling, there are the bulging (with pamphlets) pockets and the reflection that, if you were a pro fessional automobile show goer, you'd get busy right away and see if you couldn't be traded for a third baseman and a couple of outfielders. Urbanities fs The Boss In? IF the experience of one of our bril liant young friends is any criterion, being a lawyer without too much of a practice is lots of fun. The barrister in question has a reception room secretary who is easily intimidated. Large, formidable men pass her by and invade his private sanctum. One of them presented an ornate business card the other day and, when our friend reached for it, it vanished. "Pardon me, you've lost it," said the caller, and pulled it out of our friend's lapel. The uninvited guest then reached for a par ticularly important brief and tore it up. "State what you've observed," was his command. Our friend stated. "Non sense," said the magician, and the brief reappeared intact. Followed a few complicated card tricks and finally, the appearance of numerous endorsements from leaders of industry who admitted that the had been complete social fail ures until the learned magic from Mr. Whoozis. The complete course would be fifty bucks. Our friend regretted with thanks and the magician departed politely. But next day came a book-salesman, just as bulky, just as formidable, who sailed past the frightened secretary, and unfurled a three foot colored pamphlet across our friend's desk. It was his contention that everyone should read Floeburt and he had the real, un- expurgated English edition. Our friend insisted that he had read Flaubert in French. That made no difference. He ought to see how swell it was in Eng' glish, but anyway the salesman also had Rabelais and Boccaccio, absolootely unexpurgated. What about it? Our friend has a partner and the two of them threw him out. A recent visitor was more subtle. He bent toward the ear of the lady sec retary and said he wanted to see Mr. on a million dollar matter. She was terribly impressed and ushered him in pronto. He passed our friend his card and remarked quietly that he had been afraid of scaring the young lady. As a matter of fact he did not wish to talk about a million dollar transaction at all, but a fifty million dollar one. He, too, handed over a highly deco rated personal card and after our friend had studied it carefully, the caller reared his two hundred and fifty pounds into the air, pointed a fat fin ger at the lawyer and said: "God ap pointed Moses to lead the Jews out of Israel, he picked George Washington to throw off the English yoke, he chose Abe Lincoln to free the black man, and he has called on me to clean up the Chicago real-estate situation." — SOLITAIRE. UNFRIENDLY PORTRAIT He charitably sins For the other sinner's sake, Through another's fault begins His every mistake. He'll inevitably tell That his life would know no blot If . . . that all would be quite well If . . . Nonetheless, all's not. But the things that he achieves Are done singly, make no doubt. And his story never leaves This important matter out! — SHEILA STUART. LOVE LASTS AN HOUR The cynics tells us this: All things sweet must go, Must vanish like The melting snow. Love lasts an hour, then fades Like any flower, There's lots that one can do, though, In an hour — — MARY CAROLYN DAVIES. THE CHICAGOAN 23 THE STAGE Tracy Drake Presents an Honored Lady THAT eminent entrepreneur of drama, Harrison Grey Fiske, may take exception to the title of this no tice, if he chances to see it. But I do not mean to imply that Mr. Drake has gone into competition with Ziegfeld and the Messrs. Shubert. He has made a start along the thorny path of theat rical business by buying the Blackstonc, but as far as anyone knows, our lead ing innkeeper has not yet been caught in his shirt sleeves, yelling at actors. If the first night crowd which gath ered to examine Mrs. Fiske 's latest con tribution to dramatic history is a cri terion of what is to come, the passing of our snootiest playhouse to local cap ital may turn out to be a profitable venture. As much ritz and as many boiled shirts as patronize the Guild premieres were on hand to give the former Minnie Maddern such a recep tion that she was forced to take four bows before she uttered a word. But once the syllables began to tumble out, they fell in a rapid fire of brightness on ears receptive and eager. Tradi tionally, one is only supposed to hear a portion of Mrs. Fiske's verbal output. That has long ago been taken for granted. But the dinner parties kept up fairly well with the sparkling tor rent of words and were as a rule only three or four speeches behind with their sympathetic chortles. The sparkle and brightness referred to do not emanate from the genius of the playwright, but rather from the skill of the actress. Ladies of the Jury is a poor play. It will not take its place in the records as one of Mrs. Fiske's memorable achievements. With out its charming comedienne, the drama might do a stretch at the Cort or Play house as another domestic comedy, but it would never qualify to inaugurate a new regime at a stylish theatre. The idea is clever enough, but the literary execution very shoddy. A giddy soci ety woman, hiding her native shrewd ness under the idiosyncrasies of her type, finds herself alone for acquittal against eleven variegated examples of the boobus Americanus. This situa tion follows a rather feeble trial scene, taking all it dares from Mary Dugan. The jury room becomes a gumptious eleven-ring circus, with the lady mak- By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN ing her fellow-peers jump at the crack of her whip — a whip fashioned of facile wit and soft enticements. Mrs. Fiske revels in the facile wheedling. She has forgotten more stage tricks than the average actress ever learns in a whole lifetime. She can get away with mug ging which would send the critics shrieking out into the night, if perpe trated by one less surely grounded in her art. The most amazing thing about this captivating lady is that hidden spring of eternal youth which seems to keep her in a state of perpetual rest lessness. Yet one never gets the im pression of unnecessary movement. Each moue, toss of the hand and shrug of shoulder conveys something defi nitely in the picture. If the other actors in the company mattered at all, Chicago might be heard to justifiably complain about another example of hausfrau casting for the Hinterland. Fortunately, it is a mat ter of supreme indifference that the court-room scene displays some acting which would not be tolerated by a community theatre, or that like com munity players some of these mingle with the audience between acts in blithesome camaraderie. But when the jury gets warmed up to their wran gling, ten of the mimes turn out to be entirely adequate for the frolic. The eleventh is a young man so offensively and unnecessarily effeminate that a constructive critic might suggest his elimination from the ensemble. The twelfth is Mrs. Fiske. The loud huzzas, banzais and vivas for a grand old actress must be tem pered by a gentle melancholy at see ing her working in a medium in no way worthy of her great gifts. Not Such a Bad Girl VINA DELMAR'S classic, Bad Girl, won the Walgreen-Rexall prize for 1930 on the strength of some candid fictional treatment of doings in the accouchement wards. As orig inally produced in New York, the play from the novel contained a few shadow pictures of the stork at his work. The pundits of the press hurled a lot of verbal cabbages at what they charac terized as taste reduced to its lowest terms. Whether the preachments of these guardians of public sensibilities or the shadow of a policeman's club did the dirty work, the offending mo ment has been eliminated from the Bad Girl now current at the Apollo. Minus sensationalism, the play is a slice of life's bread and butter, honest and frank in its expose of the woes of young mating. It is The First Tear, treated biologically. Dot and Eddie are two kids who make up the stream of workers in shops and offices, pour ing in and out of the business districts each day. They talk like a couple from one of Johnny Weaver's poems in the American language, sin (but not much), marry (on not much) and have a baby (still without much) . We leave them suspended between the ob stetrician and the pediatrician. Of what the professors term "dramatic conflict" there is hardly a touch — some toying with the idea of abortion and a trumped up misunderstanding between the two little links in life's blood stream, because each thinks the other does not want nor care for the infant. The thin plot weaves easily through a number of nice, homely incidents car ried by dialogue shrewdly set down and not too broadwayish in wise-crack. Eddie brings a dollar bottle of toilet water to Dot on her birthday. That is a mild catch-in-the-throat. The young husband goes into the next apartment to telephone the doctor as the zero hour nears, and comes back to remark, "Jones wouldn't take the nickel for the call." Human stuff. Some of the keenest comedy is supplied by a forth- 24 THE CHICAGOAN right friend who terms herself the "family buttinsky." As played by Charlotte Wynters, this blunt, hard hitting young sophisticate of the Bronx is one of the best portrayals of that prevalent type, the hard-boiled girl with a heart of gold. Almost every acerb passage of insult-and-answer be tween husband and girl-friend earns its share of laughs. Something novel and intimate by way of finale finds Dot and Eddie in a taxi, rather violently rocked about the stage considering that the much mooted offspring is being taken to its home for the first time. Their self-conscious comments on the wonder-child are as natural as their vociferous gum-chewing. To the credit of the social standing of Claiborne Foster and Buford Armi- tage it must be admitted that their accents seem superimposed. Other wise their Dot and Eddie are as right as the actual prototypes you might meet on any street car. Miss Foster, whom we may assume to be a person of sophistication, never permits worldli- ness to creep into and mar the picture of the ignorant and honest little dumb bell who decently follows her instincts through the biggest problems of exist ence. At the corner speakeasy Eddie would probably be regarded as a fairly dumb lad. The graciousness of the born gangster is not in him. Even if he made a million in the radio business, he would probably never shine as an after-dinner speaker. But Mr. Armi- tage sells the idea that he is an on-the- level guy, who probably will do fairly well by the sweet little wife with men tal attainments no greater than his own. There are a lot of boys around town who would do well to find as "bad" a girl as the Bad Girl at the Apollo. Likewise, a lot of men and women might find many worse shows than this same Bad Girl. ^Achievement THE Goodman thrives on contro versy. Few enterprises of the sort have been blessed by more acrimonious panning and cursed by more fulsome eulogies, or vice-versa. Each opening has been followed by a violent thump ing of typewriters, yeaing and naying. As long as two or more well inten- tioned gentlemen of the critical profes sion can see the same play from such divergent points of view that one can scarcely believe they are talking about the same performance, the public will never be apathetic. No exception to the customary journalistic aftermath is noted in the case of the current Sea Gull. It is true that no such bombard ment of stink bombs from one camp and perfume from the other as greeted Hotel Universe have been turned loose on this Russian adventure. But opin ions differ in a polite way. The caption of this notice tells my story. After the well-nigh perfect pres entation of Uncle Vanya earlier in the season, this so similar work of Chekhov was a risky venture. Comparisons were as inevitable as our looming income tax returns. To the great credit of Maurice Gnesin, the director, the com parisons have turned out to be in no way odious for the Goodman. Aided by the superb staging of Thomas Fuson, he has moulded a production worthy to cope with the subtle, intan gible exactions of this most difficult type of drama — with its shadowy im plications, its flow and counter-flow of sub-currents, its pervasive sensibility. The performance grips almost as much as did Uncle Vanya, and, in my opin ion, more than the sacred Guild's A Month in the Country. Moreover, Gnesin has brought out some of the best acting done by certain members of the Repertory Company. Consider Katherine Krug. This young actress has been publicly quoted by Professor Lloyd Lewis as saying that she is starved for unbiased criticism be cause of her position as wife of our leading critic. She may be right in this, but, for myself, I could hate Ash- ton Stevens as much as I like him, and still be impelled to say that her Nina is the finest thing she has ever done. Passing with sensitive shading from the radiant freshness of the first scenes, wherein she becomes the symbol of the Sea Gull, she projects the fourth act of bitter, wracking frustration with a heretofore unplumbed depth of emo tional power. Then Harry Mervis. My high opin ion of this versatile young man has been often expressed in these columns. Playing Trigorin, the poseur novelist who from boredom "kills" the Sea Gull, he gets fine attention from his audi ence throughout the play and partic ularly in his long sustained apologia pro sua vita in the second act. He looks barrymorish and acts larimorish. Or Florence Williams and Kent Smith. In her portrayal of Masha, victim of a gnawing and unrequited love, Miss Williams tops any of her previous performances. Her gloom is laid on a bit thick, but her feeling is honest and poignant. For the first time she is definitely interesting. Among Chekhov's characters the only ones in any way adjusted are those too stupid to realize life's supposed futility. A big, lumbering boob of a school master, happy to win Masha's hand if not her heart, is acted about perfectly by Mr. Smith. For the others. Butler Mandeville gives another realistic picture of an old man — perhaps too true to life to be very interesting. The role of Constan- tine, the dreamy young idealist who supplies practically the play's only ac tion by committing suicide, is too large for William Brenton. His torments are expressed in volatile emotion which tumbles over itself. The actress mother of Constantine, who is also the mistress of Trigorin, is another of Mr. Chek hov's frail and vaporous ladies, rural by domicile but urban by inclination. Karen Neilson Stevenson returns to the stage to assume the role. She is inter esting pictorially and gives a techni cally sound performance. A slight con straint marred her work the opening night. Earl McDonald does well with the country doctor, a more incidental character than its prototype in Uncle Vanya. Carl Kroenke makes a good rough Russian of the earthy variety. So much of this notice has been taken up with the acting that I have no space to enlighten my culture lov ing public about The Sea Gull as a significant play, Chekhov as a master dramatist, the relation of this work to the playwright's later efforts, the im portance of the play to the Moscow Art Theatre, the psychology of Slavic character and other learned subjects of which I know practically nothing. In lieu of erudition, let me offer suc cinctness. The Sea Gull is a fine play. It is a trying test for the Goodman. The re sults have justified the attempt. AT TWILIGHT Slow drawn — the red-gold fades To blue and dies A Purple kingly death. Soft music floats through rain washed air, Spreading a hushed trail of loneliness About a lover who is furthest from the One he loves. — HOWARD E. HEYER. THE CHICAGOAN 25 THE CINEMA "Outward Bound" and Other Pictures By WILLIAM R. WEAVER I WILL not tell you that Outward Bound is artistic. That is the busi ness of the trebly gifted Sandor, re porter-critic-artist, who has attended to it with accustomed completeness and authority on page 14. I will tell you that Outward Bound is first of the an nual half dozen pictures you will be talked to and asked about, therefore a picture to be seen if for no other rea son, although there are several. Having told you this, which always seems to me to be the most important thing, I find little left to tell that would not dilute the production's power to enter tain, divert, inspire, disgust or amuse you, as the case may be. It is of no moment that Beryl Mer cer, Leslie Howard and Alec B. Francis are particularly memorable among play ers happily submerged in their play. I see no point, either, in designating the production as one of those rare in vestments into which notoriously com mercial-minded producers sometimes pour substantial amounts of money with less than one chance in a thou sand of return. Nor is there, I think, occasion for opining that this or any similar departure from routine pres ages a golden age of honest film drama, or that it doesn't. These are the stuff of which is spun the critical chaff which eddies and flows across luncheon tables and tea cups when a picture is pro nounced significant. ... I leave you to spin your own. In parting, and before attacking the meat course, it is pleasant to note that Balaban and Katz are listing the hours at which Outward Bound may be come upon in its beginning. Please, every body, rush over to the Roosevelt on a convenient even hour and encourage the practice. "The Virtuous Sin" I DIDN'T know until next morning how good The Virtuous Sin must be. In it, Kay Francis is married to Kenneth MacKenna but quite wisely and intelligently and sanely leaves him for Walter Huston. This seemed quite all right and as it should be. Next morning's newspaper item stating that Miss Francis and Mr. MacKenna had filed notice of intention to marry, and this on the very day when I was congratulating the lady on her good judgment, brought the real kick of the picture. The fact seemed as wrong as the picture seemed right. I can only gather that Miss Francis and Mr. Huston must be about as good in The Virtuous Sin as actors get to be in pictures. Somehow all this leads me to believe it's a pretty fine piece of work. It happens to be about Russia. "One Heavenly Night" A CERTAIN balance contributes mightily to the success of One Heavenly J^ight, the first operetta to bear up under enlargement and ampli fication. Evelyn Laye is a soprano, a blonde, a beauty and an actress, but not too much of any one of these, and not too much of the picture. John Boles is handsome, dashing, vocal and vivid, yet satisfyingly moderate in each of these aspects and not all over the screen like a lyric Bill Hart. Leon Errol is comic enough without stealing the show and executes his delayed knee- drop only once. So it goes, good talent carefully distributed, good music conservatively administered, and a better story than nine of ten operettas aspire to. I think you'll like it. "Sea Legs" IF you like Jack Oakie, and if you don't I'm sorry, you'll be glad to hear he's back in form in Sea Legs. He's a gob again (if the recruiting divi sion isn't paying him a salary he could sue them) and he has Eugene Pallette and Harry Green for comic competi tion. Better than that, he and they have lines to speak that are worth speaking. Given these, and a battle ship and a trick country that looks like San Francisco and speaks French, you do not need my assurance that Sea Legs is worth your hour. "The Bachelor Father" ELL, they got away with it. Anyone could have told you that they couldn't picturize The Bachelor Father without denuding it of the things that made it what it was. Now anyone can tell you that they did. By some unexplained exercise of good taste, good judgment and the very good acting of C. Aubrey Smith, they've made a picture as funny, as humanly engaging and apparently as successful as the play. And they carried Marion Davies on the other shoulder all the way. They accomplished this latter mir acle, incidentally, by another. In some manner that would make good reading they reduced Miss Davies' slapstick moments to an apparently irreducible minimum, her role to a proper level with relation to the other roles, and her lines almost if not quite to the script. She is surprisingly good under restraint. It is Mr. Smith, however, and if I am giving him his correct name, who lifts the picture high above the Marion Davies level and holds it there. If you missed the play, the pic ture will do very nicely. "The Criminal Code" IF we must have prison pictures, as it seems we must, why not put Walter Huston in all of them and with that single stroke make all of them good. Not that he is the single good thing in The Criminal Code, for there is more than usual story and a goodly representation of acting talent, but because he is good enough to keep the story on a personal basis. He is force ful enough to make the fact of the prison setting seem incidental, thus making The Criminal Code an enter tainment instead of an illustrated lec ture on how not to operate a peniten tiary. If you planned to avoid the picture because it seems to be "another jail picture" don't do it. If you like 26 TMECUICAGOAN ...a 6eautlfut Sly(e 6ea/$ ~fiU norm To Marie Antoinette, gay child of Austria, must go much of the credit for ths chaste. dainty and beautifully proportioned style in furniture that is included in the Louis Seize period. This Louis, who ascended the throne of France at a time when the nation was headed for revolution, was ill-fitted for any task of responsibility. He lacked taste and mentality. He had little or nothing to do with the development of the beautiful style that bears his name — one that has remained continuously correct for more than t to centuries. The development of styles that rightfully are included in the Louis XVI period by the Robert W. Irwin Co. has been an achievement. At 608 S. Michigan Bl. many examples of modern furniture craftsmanship in the manner of Louis XVI may be seen, and especial attention is called to the use of various fine woods in the dainty marquetry, the exquisitely carved details, the decorations in oil and the delightful proportions. There is much to interest the home owner and the student of furniture at this year 'round exhibition — furniture for the nation's most distinguished homes; furniture for the modest home — reproductions; medium priced adapta tions — a beautiful array. These show rooms are maintained for the benefit of dealers, decorators, and their clients. The public is welcome. Wholesale practices prevail. RoSettGcJLIttoin Company Designers and Manufacturers of Fine Furniture for Fifty Years 608 S. Michigan BL Walter Huston I think you'll like The Criminal Code. "The Man Who Came Back" THOSE delightfully fresh and un derstandably popular young peo ple, Janet Gaynor and Charles Farrell, are together again, as advertised, in The Man Who Came Bac\. They are extremely nice young people and I share with several millions of Ameri cans a wholesome interest in their pro fessional progress. No doubt it is this interest which impels me to protest against their present occupation. The Man Who Came Bac\ is far heavier stuff than these young folks have business with. They seem like high school children struggling with an ill chosen class play. Fortunately, their audiences seem to catch some thing of the tolerant attitude of fond parents, and so there is little or no un seemly giggling when Miss Gaynor pits her girlish talent against a speech that would test Ruth Chatterton, or when Mr. Farrell's voice cracks on a line that would challenge Clive Brook. Miss Chatterton and Mr. Brook are the players who should have been cast. They would have made a great picture of it. As it stands, it is at best an opportunity to see Miss Gaynor and Mr. Farrell together again, at worst a very regrettable production. "Jast and Loose" THIS isn't nearly so bad as it sounds nor nearly so good as Miriam Hopkins and an extremely capable cast should have made it. The lines are good (the play was The Best People) and there are no glaring tech nical faults. The principal trouble, perhaps, lies in a title that suggests a quite different kind of thing. Prob ably the best way to put a stop to this mistitling vice is to avoid this kind of pictures. You'll miss nothing important by avoiding this one. "The Right to Love" I CAN'T tell you how I came this far down my fortnightly report without recalling The Right to Love (psychoanalysis barred) but it doesn't matter. I suspect it doesn't even mat ter whether I mention it at all or not, because it's one of Ruth Chatterton's pictures and one of her best and that's guarantee enough that no one who cares for the substantial, orthodox drama that Miss Chatterton represents would miss it under any circumstances. And anyone who might not go to see Miss Chatterton would go to see Paul Lukas, or rather to hear him talk, so why should I waste your time and mine in recommending it as the first picture to see after you've done right by Outward Bound? I won't. "Charley's Aunt" I KEPT away from Charley's Aunt until someone told me Charles Rug- gles was doing it this time. I like Ruggles. He is as funny as anyone else has ever been in anything I have ever seen him in. He is as funny in Charley's Aunt as Syd Chaplin was, or Bobby Vernon, or any of the other boys who have done it for the screen. But Charley's Aunt has earned a peaceful antiquity if anything ever has and now let's put it high on the shelf and leave it there. Unless, of course, you've kiddies that haven't seen it . . . nothing in Ruggles1 treatment of it will greatly shock them. Two Other Pictures TWO other pictures survived in the fortnight ending herewith are The Princess and the Plumber and Men on Call. The first is a light little nothing in which Charles Farrell is a misunderstood plumber and Bert Roach provides a few laughs against a pic- torially charming setting. The second is a somewhat heavier nothing in which Edmund Lowe joins the Coast Guard and pulls his long lost sweetie out of the sound. Neither is im portant. To See or Not to See THE brief advices customarily given here will be made available henceforth on page 2. FASHION NOTE Happiness is a pair of brocaded sandals Worn to a dance; The heels are too high for long wear ing. When we are tired we slip into a vague discontent Like an old pair of bedroom slippers. Supreme joy is, of course, going bare foot, But there is seldom sufficient grass and sunshine. The business of the philosopher, then, Is to furnish shoes that are both com fortable and good-looking For daily wear in town. — MARJORIE MILLER. THE CHICAGOAN 27 BOOKS Old Kentucky Customs By SUSAN WILBUR THE PARTY DRESS ought at least to have been a Java Head. It was Mr. Hergesheimer's first novel in four years. And offhand most of us pictured those four years as an over-long carouse on old maps and such other heady and well cobwebbed inspiration as Mr. Hergesheimer is known to seek when contemplating a masterpiece. And weren't we sur prised! The real explanation is of course The Limestone Tree. Chronologically speaking this is in relation to The Party Dress a six months' novel. But when you have sharpened your pencil the third or fourth time trying to keep these generations of Kentucky Sashes straight, being particularly care ful not to mix any Nancy or Gabriel with the grandparent or great grand parent for whom it was named, you will have come to the conclusion that the evidence of dates can sometimes err. As an historical canvas, The Lime stone Tree has the proportions of a Benjamin Haydon. It takes Kentucky from the days of Daniel Boone. In fact its first Sash is something of a Boone himself: Harrodsburg with a population of two hundred is too civil ized for him. And it follows Ken tucky down to the year 1890, carefully studying such wars and aftermaths of war as intervene, in addition to any private family killings or seductions that occur. But besides being an his torical novel, it is a soil novel, and apparently limestone exerts a more complicated influence on human psy chology than whatever soil they enjoy in Knut Hamson's country. The book has furthermore an intricate Three Blac\ Penny motif, makes a study of heredity, of things "cropping out." Henry Channon 's Novel AS someone remarked to me the i other day, the society columns are about the best place nowadays to look for book news. Like the other books mentioned on this page Henry Channon's new novel has a 1931 copyright date, but a few copies were released earlier so that Mr. Channon could autograph them before starting back to England. 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As a result of this widespread popularity, Corinnis Spring Water is delivered to your door anywhere in Chicago or suburbs for but a few cents a bottle — only a fraction of what you must pay for other spring waters! Use Corinnis Spring Water in brewing tea and II coffee. You will be amazed at the improved II taste. Use Corinnis, too, in making ice cubes. II Then you can cool beverages without impairing I their delicate, delicious flavors. J\ Corinnis SPRING WATER Distributed by HINCKLEY & SCHMITT 420 W. Ontario St., SUPerior 6543 (Also sold at your neighborhood store) 28 TWE CHICAGOAN A few of our regular guests having left for their winter homes in Florida and Califor nia, have authorized us to sub let their apartments. We are able to offer a very interesting arrangement on a few choice apartments, of two and three rooms. Our spacious and elegantly fur nished apartments, along with our desirable location, makes the Park Lane an excellent choice for your winter home. Ownership Management Direction of Frederic C. Skillman Sheridan Road at Surf Street 'Bittersweet 3800 short stories, but the author has con trived a device for getting us to read them that is as clever in itself. It is not exactly a new one. You can find a poem in the Greek anthology about a man loving a girl who loves another man. But Mr. Channon elaborates it by putting four in a row instead of three, and then sees the situation through to a finish instead of merely mentioning how ironical it is. The material is mid -western. Paradise City, Wisconsin, fundamentally a pioneer town, has by the nineties ac quired a fashionable summer colony. Consequently when money comes its inhabitants know just what to do with it. In other words make tracks for Europe. Danny makes one sort of tracks: gets caught by the dolce far niente in Venice. Beautiful Polly Peacock another sort : ends as wife of a British peer. Amy starts the other way round, acquires in the Pacific a Polish husband, but ends in Ravenna. While pretending to tell us all about Paradise City, what Mr. Channon really describes, though not wasting many brush strokes? upon it, is early Chicago at home and abroad. Book Club Selections BOTH of the book club choices for January come, seasonably enough, from cold countries. The Guild choice is again an omnibus volume, Selma Lagerlofs Lowenskold trilogy complete. But with this difference: that while the first two parts, The General's Ring — the most material and consequently without doubt the most grewsome ghost story ever put between covers — and Charlotte Lowens\old, have ap peared before, you get in the third, Anna Svard, a complete new 367 page novel. The book of the month being Edu cation of a Princess by Marie Grand Duchess of Russia. This is the story of the fall of the Romanoffs told from a new angle. Marie is not an observ ing outsider but a key character, or very nearly so . She was own cousin to the C^ar, and liked playing with his daughters because there was more home life at court than in her own palace. Niece to Grand Duke Serge, who became her guardian after her father's morganatic marriage, and had just decided to let her have a new mandolin when the fatal bomb went off. Sister to the Grand Duke Dmitri who was concerned in the murder of Rasputin. It doesn't take much to get the repu tation of a madcap in court circles. On her honeymoon with Prince Wil liam of Sweden Marie laughed when at dinner with German royalty. Once when she and her father in law were out driving, the horse ran away, and they shot through the streets of Stock holm each tugging at a rein. Two or three true stories were, however enough to make her loyal subjects in vent all manner of others, and thus lend a touch of humor, albeit an in convenient one, to a life that for the most part is tragedy piled upon tragedy. Psychological Suspicion SOME things go well after other things. You notice it at a concert: that is you notice it when they don't. Sylvia Thompson's new novel Portrait by Caroline goes well after Philippa. In Philippa Anne Douglas Sedgwick carried her method almost to the limits of absurdity. Miss Thompson gaily carries the same method just beyond those limits. Her principal characters are frankly Henry James addicts. They move in an atmosphere of psychological suspicion not only about each other but about themselves. Oddly enough, however, they manage to fall in love. After thorough discussion they decide that they ought to tell Maurice, Caro line's husband. Maurice is, however, not a Henry James fan. He is an M. D. and at times quite simple and literal. Having discovered that the two are not technically lovers he is in clined to doubt whether they have really been telling him anything at all. d Nathan Always Comes Through IT looks as though George Jean Nathan might be going to follow Mr. Mencken's example. At one point in Testament of a Critic he says that he is now over forty. And at another that although no man ought to marry before fifty, it is perhaps a good thing for him to marry just after wards. If you are a dramatist you will make a lot of New Year's resolutions after reading his book. He has you all ticketed from O'Neill to Kelly, and your productions from Green Pastures to the leprosy thrillers at the Grand Guignol. If you are anybody from Paul Green to Bernard Shaw you may even resolve not to write plays at all any more. Not that Mr. Nathan is exactly easy on the critics either. Dra- TI4ECUICAG0AN 29 matic or otherwise. But at least he is not quite so definite. Except, of course, with the new humanists. Mr. Nathan is one who believes that if a play is tripe and you tell people it's tripe they shouldn't expect you to waste words explaining why it's tripe. And in like manner he doesn't stop to discuss the theories of the new human ists. They are just a lot of down and out school teachers in their sixties and that's that. BEAUTY Body and Soul Business By MARCIA VAUGHN IT was such a sour day. I was sorry that I had made the appointment. Just too much trouble to drag myself out to go through a lot of antics for the benefit of my body. My body was too tired to care and my soul had ab sorbed plenty of grouch and lassitude from it. An hour later I pranced down the boulevard so full of vitality that I wanted to chuck traffic police men under the chin and tear back to the office to dash off my story con inspiration. Now if this sounds like a dizzy testimonial for Frederico's Bourbon just follow me and eat your frivolous taunts. For it is honest-to-goodness health, not alcohol, that radiates from these paragraphs. There's no season like the present to look into the condi tion of our bodies and souls, frayed and worn by over-shopping and over- gaiety, the bodies perhaps a dash plump or off-fettle from holiday indulgence. And there's hardly a place this side of the Atlantic that looks into condi tions and adjusts them so pleasantly as the new "normalizing" department of Helena Rubinstein's salon. "Normalizing" is an encouraging word and it means just that. If you are fat, they go after the plump spots. If you are thin they gradually bring you back to rounded contours. If you are pretty well satisfied with yourself they keep you that way by assuring normal circulation, inducing elimina tion of poisons, soothing your nerves and generally maintaining your sys tem at its best. If you are nervous and frazzled they have grand pick-you- up measures. If you feel the threat of a cold or general grogginess they help you thumb noses at the threat. How is all this accomplished? Well, suppose you want to get rid of or trie. The Franklin collection of Sports clothes for Southern Resort and early Spring wear is characterized by an unmistakable chic and individuality . . . 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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. American Express Travel Department Chicago, 70 East Randolph St. Indianapolis, Ind., 259 So. Meridian St. Milwaukee, Wis., 457 East Water Street American Express Traveler s Cheques Always Protect four Funds prevent that thick diaphragm and tubby silhouette of middling years. You may decide to go at it strenuously or to have someone go at you strenu ously. Either method is possible and has its points. It's a good idea, say, to take a treatment of thirty minutes1 exercise in the quiet, sunlit room where your own failings are studied gently but thoroughly. You learn that cor rect posture is more than throwing out the chest and pulling yourself up straight, and you discover that just standing and sitting intelligently seems to carve inches off the tummy. You sway easily in movements designed for your own individual problem and sud denly find you've gone limber again after all these years. When you re peat them at home you realize that these particular exercises have imagina tion and interest, that your soul doesn't have to goad you into them every day the way it did with the old boresome exercises. So many of the latter do nothing but develop good bunchy muscles while the rhythmic Rubinstein or Elizabeth Arden type make for slender grace and feminine symmetry. IF you don't feel up to exercise you have it done for you. Really, that's quite possible, and quickly effective. Out of the raw bluster of Michigan Avenue in midwinter you surrender gratefully to the gentle ministrations of the attendant at the Rubinstein salon. First, a few minutes in the gleaming cabinet bath. The dry heat of the cabinet is thoroughly comfort able. With your head out in the open you feel as pleasant as on any Florida beach or Arizona mountain-top. The sleeping pores of the body wake up and toss off a lot of impurities. Nerves stretch out and relax. All this means much to the face as well as to the body, as poor bodily conditions are in evitably reflected by the complexion. After the cabinet bath you are rubbed briskly with sea salt and popped un der the shower. Then, tingling happily, off with you to the thirty minutes' supine exercise. Yours merely to lie and doze or just lie and enjoy, while the Swedish masseuse reaches every dormant muscle and firmly but gently plucks it into resilient life. There's nothing like skilled Swedish massage for almost any kind of body. The stimulation of circula tion is its important and invaluable function and you can truly feel the joyful flow of blood in every vein when the half hour is over. On the muscles there are special movements for reducing, for normalizing by main taining litheness, or for adding weight. It's a noble old art. Well, now, if you think everything possible has been done you have an other relaxing experience in the silver- lined sunroom where a half minute un der the powerful lamps is equal to an hour on the beach. After all this, bring on any dragons there be. You can face them and laugh. AS an additional measure there is a k, doctor in attendance, to prescribe diets for all purposes. There is the well-known foot specialist who has been monopolized by the Union League Club but now gives his morn ings at least to the better halves. He not only fixes up toes but does amaZ' ing things with weak arches, badly set bones, sprained ligaments, and all the other ills that civilized feet manage to step into. At the Arden salon on Walton Place you may be initiated into the fa mous Elizabeth Arden exercises which, too, build for suave, graceful bodies and not the sturdy athletic type. You can spring on a stationary bicycle and pump inches off legs and thighs. You can station yourself between the belts of the automatic exerciser and quiver off inches wherever you don't need them. Though Ned Wayburn doesn't run his establishment as a reducing clinic there's no gainsaying that that gentle man's courses quickly do away with surplus poundage. Tap dancing is swell for hips and stomachs and gives a limber grace, to say nothing of that dazzling "they-were-astonished-when-I- spoke-to-the- waiter-in-French" feeling, when you go to parties. Whatever you do, it's all as much fun as a circus. While the results are all you need to make you look upon 1931 with new gusto. ARTISTS GIORGIO DE CHIRICO: BORN in Volo, an ancient port which once was named Pagasos, in Greece. Home port of the "Ar- ganauts," from whence they sailed in famed pursuit of the Golden Fleece Chirico tasted fame of a sort, from the very start of his particular career, yet he worked entirely alone — as all true individuals do — until he felt a call to go to Paris. One either passes gently TWE CHICAGOAN 31 into oblivion in this remarkable city of the latins, or one enjoys greatness. Re turning to Italy in the beginning of the war, he became a soldier (vain glory). After this colossal interna tional form of suicide had terminated, Chirico had an exhibit in Rome. He became the leader of a modernistic fac tion called the "Littura Metafisca." The lesser painters grouped about him. The title "great painter" was applied to him four years ago, after his re turn to Paris. This title he justifies by his astonishingly decorative paint ings. They are imbued with a curious "classical mysticism" quality and yet are strikingly virile-modern. A show ing of Chirico1 s painting is now oc curring at the Arts Club of Chicago. PRAX: VALENTINE PRAX is a superb painter, and is the wife of the celebrated sculptor, Ossip Zadkine. Thirty years ago she was born in Al geria. When she had reached the age of twenty, she, like Chirico, went to Paris. Oblivion did not engulf her, as proved by the praise she received in her exhibits at the Salon Des Inde pendents and the Salon D'Automne. Through her rather numerous ex hibits on the Continent, she began to attract the attention of collectors. She paints uncannily well for a woman. She weakens the contention of many that women are not creators of the artistic. Her work sells well because aside from its decorative importance it happens to be moderately priced (a boon to the acquisitive). MARGARET WALLESSER: DOTTERY-MAKER extraordinary * A brilliant young woman with a significant enough sense of the crea tive to have enabled her to produce some of the very finest pottery in America. Colorings so charming as to strike the spirit of any person. Yellow (lemon) plates which enhance any table are made by Margaret Wal- lesser — drinking goblets of amethystine glaze and small table figures in white, and many other well conceived objects of merit and pure quality come out of her kiln. Her products find an outlet through such eminent dealers as Mar shall Field and Rena Rosenthal of New York. A suggestion to the interested wives of the community is that they shall investigate the facts set forth herein — Residence of Margaret Wal- lesser is at 57 Bellevue Place. — PHILIP NESBITT. SMART RESORTS • SMART PEOPLE • SMART LUGGAGE • The last mentioned — inevitably is Hartmann. 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The lei sure-starved and noise-stricken should heed the call of Bermuda as it is sounded in the zvords of Mr. Wales, xvhose many years in the sunny islands and whose famil iarity with their attractions makes him a leading exponent of their charms. — Editor. COLONEL LINDBERGH in a re- cent magazine article pointed out the Bermuda- Azores air route as the most feasible between Europe and America. When transatlantic flying becomes commonplace this will un- doubtedly become one of the great trade routes, for weather conditions in the Bermuda Islands are ideal the year 'round for flying. That means they are ideal for any other sport and for vaca- tion fun at any time of the year. Bermuda is over six hundred miles from the American mainland and is the nearest of the West Indies. It is the British Empire's oldest self 'govern ing colony, having been settled in 1609 by Admiral George Somers. Its Par liament, dating from 1612, is second in age only to the mother Parliament in England. The islands keep much of their 17th century charm because of the absence of motor cars, motorcycles, railways, tramcars, and factories. Transportation is by horse and carriage, bicycles, and boats. The longest road is less than a score of miles in length, and all of the roads are narrow and winding, so that motors would be unsafe and im practical. To say nothing of marring the peace and quiet that make Ber muda an elysium for those who seek surcease from the din and turmoil of the busy world. On roads free from the menace of motors, and entirely innocent of bill boards, there is naturally real delight in riding, driving, and cycling — and yes, in walking, too, for here is the pedestrian's paradise! Speed enters the scene only at the horse racing meets which are held frequently during the season. The only apparent motor is that of the seaplane which is available for passenger flights. There are no land ing fields, as yet, but a seaplane can set you down at almost any destination as no point in any of the 1 50 Bermuda Islands is over half a mile from water. Their combined area is barely twenty square miles. BERMUDA offers a triple delight to those who would taste the joys of flying in the air above, living on the land, and exploring the depths of the waters beneath. Just within the past few weeks, a new privilege and sport has been offered to visitors, that of descending to the very floor of the sea in a bathing suit and a diver's helmet. This novel and fascinating diversion is available at the Bermuda Government Aquarium, upon the payment of two dollars. Visitors become so enchanted with the panorama of marine flora and fauna in Bermuda's marvelously clear and clean water, that they go down again and again. Although the colony entertains an nually over 35,000 American visitors — in addition to smaller numbers from Canada and the British Isles — it re tains its intrinsically English char acter, and therein lies much of its charm. The islands are of coral formation, presumably having been created by the age-long action of coral insects deposit ing their shells in millions of layers upon the peaks of a submarine moun tain three miles deep. These strata of shells have formed a soft, porous lime stone, which hardens when exposed to the air, and is readily adaptable for building homes and for the surface of roads. That is why the islands are dotted with dazzling white cottages, joined by rambling ribbons of gleaming roads. Every home has its brilliantly coloured garden of sub-tropical flowers, and is set against a rich green back ground of the prevailing cedar, with here and there rows of palms. The contrast between deep green and shin' ing white is relieved by the flaming colours of flowers in bloom throughout the year, and the effect is heightened when seen in the intensely clear, ac tinic rays of the sun. Many of the TI4ECI-IICAG0AN homes are a hundred or more years of age, and everywhere are quaint scenes reminiscent of by-gone centuries. Ber- mudian hospitality is traditional. BERMUDA'S climate, which is be lieved to be the most equable in the world, permits all outdoor sports to be enjoyed constantly, even in mid winter. The temperature averages 70 degrees, seldom drops below 55 and even in midsummer never goes above the 80's. There is no rainy season, and no hay fever. Eight golf courses and innumerable tennis courts are available to guests at the many modern hotels and boarding places as well as to those persons for tunate enough to be able to spend a season in the Colony in their own homes. Furnished cottages and bunga lows, complete in linen and silver, may be rented at amazingly moderate prices. Water sports naturally are at their best in Bermuda. The water is excep tionally clear, clean, and buoyant, and the beaches are of a very fine and soft pink coral sand. The surf is seldom too rough for a dip, and there are no sharks or dangerous undertow. The still waters of the harbours and bays, and the indoor and outdoor hotel pools, also offer excellent bathing. Sailing is good all through the year, and the ocean breezes blow day and night, averaging twelve miles per hour — an important factor, by the way, in keeping Bermuda comparatively cool even in July and August. Every other year an ocean race is sailed from New London to Bermuda by a fleet of yachts, usually including entries from America, Canada and Bermuda. In Bermudian waters, class races are held regularly for six-metre yachts, dinghies. punts, and other craft. FISHING, naturally, is splendid. 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Whitehall 4241 NEW YORK PARIS BOSTON LONDON DETROIT CANNES TORONTO MILAN 34 TI4ECMICAGOAN MUSIC Remains the Fashion His perky frilled nose-gay on Valentine morning, brought roses to her cheeks as she coyly swayed on the old horsehair stool at her beautiful Lyon & Healy piano ea iy MUSIC Remarkable Isa Kremer — More Ether — A Couple of Qyartets ~~ Bartered Brides A SUN DAY afternoon with Bertha Ott, or Through Melody-Land on a Velocipede. At the Blackstone Theatre, farthest south, Isa Kremer gave one of her too infrequent recitals of ballads and folk-songs. This grand, dark-haired lady with the wonderful hands sings and acts, as you may know, in a dozen languages. More than that she adjusts the quality of her mysteri ous voice to the immediate needs of her song in such a way that you never know — and never care — whether she is expertly making the most of a very indifferent voice or hiding the virtues of a lush mezzo. For example, she sings the Hopa\ of Moussorgsky like a harvester on a col- lectivist farm, using the coarse gestures and rough intonation that we ordi narily sample only in Russian night clubs. Such mimetic technique is un heard of in the dignified halls of con cert. It is not in the least orthodox. Yet it is impossible to exaggerate its effectiveness. Again, she is a French mother, singing a lullaby beside her child's cradle, warning him tenderly of the ship that will bear him away un less he goes to sleep. Here, obviously, is a familiar and commonplace drama- let, but Kremer gives it epic propor tions. In a moment of Mozart her voice fails to live up to the require ments of the elastic melody, in spite of the fact that the song has definite folk- character. But this lapse is immediate ly forgotten as she plays the coy miss of Devon, who's "no's" are so differ ent; or the gawky little Jewess who laments Yiddishly that the man who wooed her last spring hasn't shown up this summer, or the strident cammorist who sings confidently to his girl friend from under a Neapolitan balcony. Isa Kremer combines in a fascinating manner the arts of singer, diseuse and mime, and at all times she is greater than any of these. I have no doubt that she will be remembered as the Yvette Guilbert of our generation. THREE blocks north at the Stude baker Maurice Martenot demon strated, under the auspices of the local chapter of Pro Musica, his instrument of musical waves. It works, as I un derstand it, on the same general prin ciples as the Thereminvox, and if I'm wrong it really doesn't matter. Marte- not's wavelets, like Theremin's, pro duce sounds richly imitative of horn and viol, but his machine has a key board and is capable of a little more accuracy of intonation and a little more technical flexibility. But the in tonation is still far from good and any conservatory boobie could put the technique to shame. Personally I still have a yen for the good old fashioned instruments made of brass, cat-gut and ivory. Their history is inspiring and mastery of them only comes through the blood and sweat of the genius. Not having a scientific mind I cannot recon cile myself to machine made virtuosi and suspect that when the Martenola — or whatever they will call it — suc ceeds in sounding as good as the instru ments it imitates, it will be just as hard to play. Incidentally the Professor's waves strayed over into the Chicago Club and one member in good standing woke up and sent a bellboy over to see what the hell was the matter. The same waves disturbed the Kneisel Quartet next door. This impressed the door man at the Studebaker so much that he went in to hear the concert, a thing that has never been known to happen before. Next door the Marianne Kneisel Quartet, a foursome led by the daugh ter of a distinguished father, played a solid program for the benefit of a gen erous audience. The quartet paraded expertly the music of Rieti, Respighi pupil and facile contemporary. At Orchestra Hall the London String Quartet appeared under the auspices of the Chicago Chamber Music Society. From the looks of their house it was patent that the day when string quartets were considered high brow had disappeared. First floor, boxes and balcony were jammed. The Londoners played as usual with their fine intelligence and warm sympathy. They possess, like so many good quar tets, the ability to immerse themselves more completely in their music than most soloists ever seem to do. Come to think of it they are perhaps the an chorites of the concert world. Art rears its lovely head in strange TUE CHICAGOAN places, yea, in Ed Wynns Simple Simon where a toothsome lass named Wini Shaw sings Ten Cents a Dance. When the John Helds and Carl Sand burgs of twenty-five years from now are delving for ballads of the past they will come upon this sad little romance with a gasp of surprise and admiration. They will know how it raged through the land on records and radios in 1930. They will know that it has more his torical and musical value than any Bird in a Gilded Cage and they will revel in the sad down-droop of its verse and the dignified lament of its superb chorus. The composer: Dick Rodgers. The words: Lorenz Hart. The subject : A taxi-dancer. The Bartered Bride at the Opera has lured more customers out on cold nights than any other experiment of the season. Its score is genial and catchy, the staging is elaborate and ex citing, and the performance of the principals is, for the most part, good. Nevertheless the piece sounded better at Ravinia and it is, of course, more apposite to the requirements of Mr. Eckstein's pavilion. For one thing Chamlee sings and acts a better Hans than Strack, who has to recommend him only a pleasing nat ural dignity and a rather rough tenor. For another D'Angelo, believe it or not, is a better Kezal than Kipnis in spite of the latter's German training. Kipnis clowns the role of the marriage- broker until it becomes more caricature than character. And he drowns cer tain lovely passages in the vocal score with his ill-considered antics. Wind- heim is superb as Wenzel and Dua is not. At Ravinia Windheim's poor schlemiehl made them laugh as if he were a Joe Cook or an Eddie Cantor. They laugh at Dua with the uneasy snicker of the opera where humor is a strange and unconventional intruder. However the Wacker Drive version has its specific merits. Maria Rajdl sings deliciously with a light little voice that must have one time graced the operetta stage. She is moreover a swell looking girl with pretty legs. The ballet steps through some pleasant paces, Pollak conducts gently but firm ly, and who but Ringling should run that street circus in the last act. The advent of Rudolph Bockelman gave additional majesty to the final performances of Die Meistersinger. His singing was powerfully generous and his characterization of Sachs as fine as man could make it. 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Well, here are a few fresh notes and more will follow in our next, and our next, and our next. This southern wear and early spring stuff just wears us out, but gosh how we love it! WHEN it's a question of heads and hats, the answer can usually be found in Carson's French room on the fifth floor. This is rapidly getting to be one of our pet lounging spots, because the designs shown in this secluded, be-palmed room are al ways exciting indexes of the hats that will be terribly, terribly smart. Intricate things are being done with brims. Reboux tilts them up on one side and down on the other in rakish and flattering manner. A fine black hair hat has its large brim rippled and crushed in a fantastic line that is per fectly stunning when it's on the head. A lovely baku brim is bound in cello phane and cut away in front where a forehead band of lustrous openwork cellophane, like heavy lace, is inserted. The chic fabric may be either very shiny or very dull. This new paper Panama, or "Chinese Panama" as some call it, is dull and very, very fine-tex tured like exquisite linen. Carson's show a gorgeous one from Le Monnier, a dashing combination of deep beige panama bound with brown suede. Need we remind you that the brown and yellow tones are in high favor? Rose Descat pairs a soft brown straw, pin-tucked and pleated in her inim itable way, with a wide band and bow of tangerine velvet. Starched pique in two tones of brown makes a flatter ing picture hat; and in a brown eyelet embroidered hat two graceful velvet flowers droop off the brim in tones of yellow melting into brown. Black and white bobs up serene as ever in spite of the storm of popularity it weathered this winter, and it is new as ever in a white cap of openwork straw, like crochet, with an impudent black button perched on top. Agnes' stunning new halo hat is at Carson's in soft, black, crushy fabric, the halo effect produced by a sausage-like roll of white about the crown. Black goes in for other colors too. In a Descat sou'wester type it ties up with an insert of glowing Algerian colors, and black and pink seem to be booming in the color market. Bands of kid or velvet on straws and other fabrics are new notes; delicate ostrich plumes curl once more about our faces; lace and hair hats and lace inset into straws emphasize the return to femininity; eyelet em broidery, shiny cellophane, soft braided straws, and all sorts of unique fabrics bloom in this inspiring assembly. HERE'S more exciting news. Frank Sullivan, that distinguished ex ponent of distinguished clothes, has moved in from Evanston to charming quarters at 100 East Chicago Avenue. If you were a devotee of the vanished Miss Lindheimer you know the quar ters. They are even more attractive now in their easy informal atmosphere, colorful hangings balancing ivory woodwork, and big big chairs to nestle into while you look upon the creations — and make them yours, I'll bet. Mr. Sullivan's collections are always se lected with discrimination, exquisite in style and quality, and perfectly thrill ing in price. (And thrilling means economy, not lavishness, to me.) The 1931 idea of color contrasts and striking combinations instead of the rather monotonous "matching" idea is introduced in a fascinating crepe ensemble of white dress with green and orchid jacket. The jacket is green, lined in orchid and finished off by a band of fagoting all about the front and hem. And the white dress is pleated with inserts of the orchid and green in each pleat so that a flare of color blossoms at each step. Add to that, that the green and orchid are not wishy-washy but the newer intense tones and you have something pretty unusual and beautiful. Then there arc a lovely white sports spectator out- Tl4_ CHICAGOAN 17 fit with a band of red, white and blue at the hem and jaunty embroidered yachts sailing about the waist; an ex quisite fragile batiste embroidered all over in eyelet work and short-sleeved; a black and white street dress for early spring, also short-sleeved (these short sleeves are appearing on city clothes and chic people are wearing them right now under fur coats) a luscious ripe corn wrap-around dress that wraps any way over in the Vionnet manner with an interesting braided silk belt and softly draped and shirred collar; a shimmering white lace evening dress; a rich yellow crepe evening dress with a little separate jacket to make a dinner dress with; floating black Chantilly combined with printed chiffon in a heavenly evening frock, and a separate jacket of the lace; and oodles of others. IF you want to go south in great style you ought to see the new Hartmann matched luggage sets. Dazzling pieces in a heavy new linen with interwoven stripes of blue, orange or yellow. The binding is a deep Imperial blue and the whole color contrast with the creamy linen tone is striking without gaudincss. They are light enough to go by plane and really very handsome down to the very laundry bag. WITH so many wool things in traduced for the Palm Beach showings it looks like a big wool spring. There isn't anything quite so satisfactory for those nippy spring days when we like to look trig and tailored without freezing to death in the proc ess. People in the know have always fancied the famous Grace Tancill dresses when their thoughts turned to good-looking street things and now, instead of having a showing by a spe cial representative a few times a year, Miss Tancill has a permanent showing at the Frances Foy shop in Diana Court. Her things are all made to order and fit beautifully. They can be selected in any color and either in jersey or silk (no, this jersey does not stretch; in fact it hardly looks like jersey). You should look at the youth ful little fitted coat with its tailored double-breasted effect and slenderizing stitched lines; at the very new white dress with knee-length cape, just per fect for southern wear; at a delightful street dress (Elise, it's called) with rows and rows of intricate seaming: and at the turbans and berets that are made to match your costume. THE same charm and tropical beauty that lured Hernandez DeSoto to a lovely spot on the Florida Gulf Coast and caused him to name it Sarasota for his beloved wife, Sara DeSoto, are awaiting you. Await ing you too, and adding to the pleasure of your visit, is a delightful hotel wherein you will find all the niceties of appoint ment and service characteristic of the Florida-Collier Coast Hotels. Wire reserva tions or write for folder to J. D. Ryan, Mgr. Hotel SARASOTA TERRACE SARASOTA, FLORIDA GO TO FLORIDA THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service CWICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Kindlv enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play)..'. --.- - - (Second Choice) - (Number of seats) _ — (Date) (Second choice of date) _...._ (Name) - — - - - — (Address) _ - - (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $ 38 THE CHICAGOAN THE DANCE La Argentina — the Perfect Dynamo By MAKK TUKBYFiLL THOSE to whom La Argentina seemed a "perfect dynamo" at Orchestra Hall the evening of January 5 might possibly be divided into two groups: those who saw her dance for the first time and those who had come fortified by a reading and mastery of A. R. Orage's essay How 7S(ot to Be Bored. There were a good many (not counting the empty seats) who would fit into neither of these groups. For this was La Argentina's third recital of the season, and many had seen her here and elsewhere. There were also in at tendance those who had not reached, according to their own testimony, the positive and blessed state about which Mr. Orage writes. Those who have not sustained their original thrill with her should remem ber that La Argentina is 'one hundred per cent" a Spanish dancer, and any thing different from this highly special ized type of dancing is not within her range. If there are any who persist in failing to renew their active curi osity in La Argentina's performances they should question their own ener gies, and consider that alert, resourceful minds find such variety in repetition as to render boredom impossible. Finally, they should remember that you cannot make a silk purse out of an old Spanish custom. Although, upon more than one occasion, that is exactly what La Argentina seems to have done. She is everlastingly the expensively gowned lady. Witness the fine and stylish looking chiffon tatters of her Gypsy Dance costume. The cultivated ele gance and bearing of her own figure and personality seem ill-adapted to the gaucheries of her Lagarterana — a Peasant Dance from the Province of Toledo. A few words I scribbled to help re tain an impression of variety through out the sameness of her program might be the notes of a bewildered observer at a style show: "Cordoba — full white skirt, black lace ruffles. Saw it in Paris." "Corrida — white dress, white satin ruffles, yellow fringe scarf. Encore." "Goyescas — silvery wig, white lace skirt, diamond fobs in chartreuse waist coat, black net gathered at back. Encore-- better second time." "Fire Dance — yellow scarf, yellow and peach color skirts, with narrow green bands, yellow shoes, red beads. Arms and hands eloquent." These inexpert jottings on laces and ruffles give no clear idea of the splen dor of La Argentina's costumes. La Argentina herself, would she do so, could become the world's cleverest manikin. The dominance of her cos tumes all but obscures the dances them selves. But if the plastique of the Spanish dance, as presented by La Argentina, is limited, the resources of her wardrobe are apparently without end. AS for the ten dances on her pro- l gram, at least three or four are so vivid, so much themselves, that no coutoaiere could make them appear secondary. Her Fire Dance from El Amor Brujo projected rhythmic contor tions as intense as flame, and generated enough magnetism to produce spirits, if not to drive them away, as is the ritualistic intention of the dance. La Corrida, (Impressions of a Bull Fight) ingratiates with its good humor, and thrills with the accurate marks manship of its keen observation. The really thunderous applause which brought an encore proves that it is irresistible. With the enchanting mu sic of Ableniz, blue moonbeams of a spotlight, the almost sylphide-like white dress with black lace upon it, La Argentina becomes a personage of serene beauty in her Cordoba. That her heel taps and her castanets are very fine music in themselves, she success fully emphasized in her Seguidillas, danced without the support of her accompanist, Mr. Miguel Berdion. More than in the Seguidillas, how ever, it was in her Iberian Dance, a choreographic drama, that La Argen tina showed the subtlety of her cas tanets and her heel tappings, and in fact displayed the entire range of her talent. In this little drama she put the comparatively limited means of Spanish technique to a severe test, that of mak ing it speak both substantially and articulately. Thus a Spanish dancer, in telling a HARDING'S Colonial Room 21 So. Wabash Just South of Madison There is something about Harding's Colo nial Room that is differ ent. The Food! The Service! The Surround ings ! — all combine to make Harding's a res taurant that is truly above the ordinary. Join us today for luncheon, afternoon tea or dinner and see how much like home a restaurant can really be. THE CHICAGOAN complete story, is placed in the posi tion of one who wishes to express a multiplicity of ideas with a minimum of words, a few syllables of heels and castanets. These syllables must be as ingeniously modulated and accented as the potent little word ba in Annamitic. According to Max Miiller, the word ba "when pronounced with the grave accent, means a lady, an ancestor; pro nounced with the sharp accent, it means favourite of a prince; pro nounced with the semi-grave accent, it means what has been thrown away; pronounced with the grave circumflex, it means what has been left of a fruit after it has been squeezed out; pro nounced with no accent, it means three; pronounced with the ascending or interrogative accent, it means a box on the ear. Thus Ba, ba, ba, ba is said to mean, if properly pro nounced, Three ladies gave a box on the ear to the favourite of the prince." With inflections as delicately turned as these, La Argentina, in her Iberian Dance, described the moods of a girl's passion — her heart first singing gayly, then beating with wild disappointment and despair. Next she retorts with proud defiance. And finally she laughs and sneers. In this dance, the high spot of the program, La Argentina used her brilliant but limited vocabulary to extraordinarily good effect. But in the end, unless one is uncom monly sympathetic to Annamitic (or should we say Spanish?) it has the sameness of ba, ba, ba, ba. Which is to say nothing much except that after one has seen La Argentina several times — despite the impression on first contact that her personality is as elec tric as a "perfect dynamo," that her technique and wardrobe are splendid — she fails to deliver the constructive and permanent shock which results when rich individuality and perfect technique meet. Angna Enters ALTHOUGH some years ago Angna i Enters was our neighbor, an art student in Milwaukee, Chicago had not, until January 4 (at the Stude baker) seen her display either her native talents or what they had become by subsequent influences, among them New York and Michio Ito. Judging from the markings of her "Feline," and the "ultimate truth" of her "Delsarte — with a not too classical nod to the s liorelciiid witj inuies cl uiiii[iie puvti} savdwl + + + + + + + Catering experts . . . servants to the sophisticated, and savants in food . . . now Hotel Shoreland adds to all this an original, unique party service. 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(Address) 4(1 THE CHICAGOAN Greeks" (concerning which Miss En ters declines to engage in any corre spondence) it might be supposed that her dance training has been of a kind not unlike Delsarte methods — with an almost too classical nod to the Japanese. If Miss Enters has ever felt that composition in painting or sculpture was not for her, she has at any rate abandoned it for the most part, to take up composition through the mediums of acting and the dance. She has not, however, slighted her talent as a painter, but brings it into subtle use in the skillful designing of her own cos tumes. Unlike many persons who have a modest competence in several of the arts, Miss Enters has not been easily satisfied with "pure" but mediocre ex pression in any one of them, but she has guided her forces into one form, and has achieved a brilliant and outstanding result. To aim at sparrows and to bring down birds of paradise, may not, after all, really satisfy the hunter's pride of marksmanship. Miss Enters, in her various adventures among the arts, has become very critical. Perhaps her in spiration flows from some bitter and subjective spring. And it may be that her three-fold compositions, so nervous and aware with critical observation, will have a salutary effect upon the foolish world. Nevertheless, there is something in her presentations, seen by an observer stationed in a theatre seat, not moving at all from three-thirty to nearly six o'clock Central Standard time, which makes Miss Enters, in the role of critic, appear to be moving rapidly toward snobism. When Miss Enters is positive, and composes a "composition in dance form" she does some swell stuff, and shines with stars of the first magnitude. When she is negative, which is a good deal of the time, she reveals herself as a collector of other people's artistic mistakes and congenital weaknesses. Many of her take-offs appear precious and insignificant, because they do not seem to be expressed "from the point of view of a benevolent and serene mind." She rummages about the past for her trinkets of dubious value, and having found them adds a twist or two, numbers them, and so "Enters" them into her private collection. The titles on her program sometimes suggest her passion for catalogueing. Even her "Program Notes" are a collection of press notices, when they are not quota tions from Arts and Decoration and from Mr. Clive Bell, author of the "significant form" theory. Her Field Day, undoubtedly auto biographical, was at once humorous and tragic, and must have been created out of deep feeling. Although perhaps good farce, what value can be claimed for her Antique a la Francaise- (very Directoire )? In the first place most of the gestures, beckons, and tricks of the eyes had been used earlier in the program. Miss Enters has not felt her way back into the Directoire period and therein acclimatized herself sufficiently to enable her to say anything devastat ing about it. In the Queen of Heaven (French Gothic) and the Pavana — Spain 1 6th Century, the exquisite symbolism of the one, and the Borgia-like horror, and magnificent composition of the other, Miss Enters appears to express her most creative" and substantial talent. They are really superb "Compositions in Dance Form" and might be a credit to a great painter — and are certainly that to a dancemime who paints her pictures in three dimensions through the medium of her own body. TOWN TALK [begin on pace 17] "Hold on," cried the lawyer to the inebriate. "Here, you dropped this dollar bill." The gentleman waved it aside. Both dismounted. The car hummed on its way. "Keep it," said the inebriate. "Here, take it back," insisted the lawyer. "I can't take this — " "That's all right, brother," gestured the other. "You need it worse 'n I do." And he staggered on. The lawyer helplessly put the dol lar bill in his pocketbook. =£ edgering the Columnists THERE isn't room, on anything less than a blank three feet wide, for a diagram of what we mean; but if you will buy a good big ledger and rule a lot of lines on it, if it hasn't enough already, and head the columns "puns," "epigrams," "deep philosophic truths," "good jokes," "poor jokes," "allusions to child," "poems," "taxes and repairs," "laundry," et cetera, you can see at once what fun it will be to keep books in this manner on the columnists. Give each columnist a horizontal line, and at the end of a month you should have a real scientific basis upon which to compare their works. If you also fill in one of the columns with the columnist's salary, you will probably find out that the fewer puns he uses, the bigger money he gets. Take Cool idge, for example. Almost every item across the page will likely be a cipher: puns 0, epigrams 0, poems 0, jokes 0, and so on. Only the entry under "re ceipts" will have numerals ahead of the ciphers. These numerals, we bet, will coincide fairly accurately with the number of "deep philosophic truths" he spends each month in his column. Which, if it so works out, will de termine once and for all the model budget of ideas for columnists. Oh, Oh *i aND then," murmured Charles t\ Layng into this ear, "there's the lady who was suspended from the bridge club for conduct unbecoming a gentleman \J0Ti Our Comical Rivals WILL ROGERS, it's announced, will appear in a new talkie of Mark Twain's Connecticut Tan\ee in King Arthur's Court as that hero, but dressed "as a cowboy, with sombrero and all the trimmings." Must we later look forward to seeing Mr. Rogers in Uncle Tom's Cabin as a gumchewing and wisecracking Uncle Tom; to Will, as The Student Prince, doing those clever rope tricks; to Mr. Rogers as All Quiet on the Western Front, with himself again in the cowboy suit as the Western Front? On the other hand, Mr. Ben Bernie's frequent hopes that we like it are con firmed. Ye old maestro on ye Wrigley building (not to mention ye collegiate caravansary) has charmed your critic's ears for some time with the con amore arrangements of his caressing dance tunes. When, recently, after an in augural foxtrot he confessed over the air that he had played it "with only four errors," we broke down and ac cepted him as, at least potentially, our favorite announcer. By the way, is "Torchestra" the right word for a band that plays love tunes? FACING beautiful Charlotte Harbor on the Gulf Coast of Florida — a delightful perfectly appointed hotel, featuring a famous cuisine and exceptional service. Own 18 -hole golf course, tennis courts, gun traps, bathing beach, 80' x 176' fresh water swimming pool. Guide staffs for hunting and fishing — quail — tarpon and black bass. Atlantic Coast Line operates through cars to Punta Gorda — on the Tamiami Trail. 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