February 28 J93 1 trice 13 cents Illinois Central R.R. Chicago and Eastern Illinois R.R. Pennsylvania R.R. Big Four Route PAN AMERICAN AIRWAYS, IXC. -»w^ « l7ii XORTH MICHIOAtf AVE.. CHICAGO, ILL. THE WORLirs GREATEST AIR TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM TI4ECWICAG0AN • . . %J± CJmarl CDnsetnble FROM OUR SPRING COLLECTION OF GOWNS WRAPS SUITS ^i I Carina ' OC^ 'eatnerea O 'kofjs n e? o %j%m ^)\Q %-x cp? 2 TWt CHICAGOAN THEATRE zJfrCusical +THREE LITTLE GIRLS— Great North ern, 26 W. Jackson. Central 8240. Romance through several generations with love finally triumphing. With Charles Hedley and Natalie Hall. Cur' tain, 8:20 and 2:20. Evenings, $3.85; Saturday, $4.40. Wednesday mat., $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. +FLTJNG HIGH— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. George White's musical comedy with Bert Lahr and his neighs and comedy and Oscar Shaw. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.85. Saturday mat., $2.50. To be reviewed later. T)rama +THE OLD RASCAL— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. William Hodge as a retired jurist and estranged husband in the big town on a spree. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +/ONEST— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Thomas Ross in another of those nice, clean, American domestic comedies, assisted by Percy Helton. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +SOUR GRAPES— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Edna Hibbard and her wisecracks and Eugene O'Brien of film fame in a comedy by Vincent Lawrence. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. CHERRIES ARE RIPE— Erlanger, 178 N. Clark. State 2460. Vilma Banky and Rod La Rocque, both of the cinema, as you probably know, in a comedy by John Emerson and Anita Loos. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Wednesday, Thursday and Satur day matinees, $1.50. Reviewed in this issue. +TORCH SOHG— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. A cabaret torch singer goes Salvation Army and is pretty sorry about it all. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +LAZZARO— Goodman Memorial. Lake- front at Monroe. Central 4030. The American premiere of Luigi Pirandello's play about a modern Lasarus. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Friday mat., $2.00. +ART AND MRS. BOTTLES— Harris. 170 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Jane Cowl as a mother who comes home after twenty years on the loose to find do- "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Three's a Crowd, by Bumham C. Curtis Cover Current Entertainment Page 2 Around the Town 4 Editorial 7 Vignettes, by Marcia Masters 9 Distinguish i:d Chicagoans, by J. H. E. Clar\ io When Night Hoods Were in Power, by William R. Weaver 1 ] Robert Morss Lovett, by James Weber Linn n Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 15 Cimarpon, by Sandor 18 Will Mahoney, by Nat Karson 19 The Art Institute, by Philip Ties- but 20-21 Sport Dial 22 When "Whoopee" Was a War Cry, by Wallace Rice 23 In Quotes 24 Chicagoana, by Donald Plant 25 The Outer Man, by H. /. M 26 Stiff Cuff Pencillings, by Dale Fisher 26 Beauty, by Marcia Vaughn 27 The Stage, by William G. Boyden 28 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 3d The Love Racket, by Charlotte Rey nolds 31 Music, by Robert Pollal{ 32 Books, by Susan Wilbur 34 Go, Chicago! by Lucia Lewis 36 Shops About Town, by The Chicago- enne 38 THE CHICAGOAN'S Theatre Ticket Service Stars opposite theatres listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in ad' vance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in filing application is provided on page 33. mestic matters all muddled. Leon Quar- tcrtnainc plays with her. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wednes day and Saturday mat., $2.50. +MARIUS Sclwyn. 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Otis Skinner in a ro mantic drama by Marcel Pagnol, author of Topare. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Thursday and Satur day mat., $2.50. WHAT HO' Mandel Hall, 56th and University, The University of Chicago, Midway 0800. The annual show of fered by The Mirror, the girls' dramatic club of the University, February 27 and 28. Curtain, 8:30. Ticker prices, $2.00 and $1.50. PIHOCCHIO Sclwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Third of the Junior League's plays for children, through Feb. 28. Indian Play will be offered March 7. Better stop in with the family some Saturday morning at 10:30. Ticket prices, $1.50, $1.00, $0.50. MASTER SKYLARK Goodman Memo rial. Lakefront at Monroe. The story of a little boy with a beautiful voice who sang before Queen Elizabeth. The third presentation of the Goodman mati nees for children will be the stage adapta tion of Booth Tarkington's Penrod on Feb. 28. Saturdays at 2:30. Ticket prices, $1.00, $0.75, $0.25. LATCHKEYS Goodman Memorial, Lake- front at Monroe. The Playwrights Theatre of Chicago offers an original long play by Alice Gerstcnberg, Monday, February 23, 8:30. For reservations telephone Delaware 3254. THE COHSTAHT WIFE -Civic Arts Theatre, 1358 N. Clark. Diversey 10150. The Gold Coast Players offer W. Somerset Maugham's domestic comedy- drama. Curtain, 8:30. Saturdays and Sundays. MAGIC Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2792. The Great Nicola, magician and illusionist and a troupe of entertainers. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $1.50. Matinees, $1.00. CINEMA CIMARROH Reviewed on page 30. (Co.) THE DEVIL TO PAY Pure Lonsdale. (Don't miss it.) THE DOORWAY TO HELL -Lew Ayres as a kind of Capone. (It you care.) THE ROYAL I-AMILT Fredric March does a swell bur'esque in a grand comedy. (By all means.) HO LIMIT Clara Bow as an usherette and good at it. (If Bow-minded.) [continued on page four] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quigm.ey, Publisher and Editor; \Y. K. Wiavik, Mana<;in<; Kimtok; published l" < »r 1 1 i i k 1 > 1 1 v hv tli ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 505 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: lo(l5 North Cihnc'nga' St. Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $.J.O(l annually; single copy 15c Feb. 28, 1931. Copyright 1931. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1027, at the I'ost Office at Chicago, 111., under the ; Chicagoan Publish- I'acihc Coast Office: Vol. X. No. 12— :t of March 3, 1879. TI4E CHICAGOAN An effective Mihjrim Costume of Grey Denise — a charming effect is obtained by the trimming of Grey Fox on the jaunty cape jacket. <•<• An Early Glimpse of the new Style Conceptions for Spring by ?? "America's Foremost Fashion Creator " Portraying distinct "Style Personalities" indivi dually idealizing the different types of American womanhood. milGWEM ]\<w York Detroit Miami Beach ^^3 Cleveland 600 MICHIGAN BOULEVARD, SOUTH J 4 THE CHICAGOAN SCANDAL SHEET— George Bancroft's and Journalism's worst picture. (Read one of them instead.) ONCE A SINNER— Dorothy Mackaill comes through, stridently. ( Don't bother. ) THE EASIEST WAY— Constance Bennett and a notable cast add nothing to a distinctly dated play. (No.) THE BOUDOIR DIPLOMAT— Ian Keith at his very dull worst in the once bril liant Command to Love. (Remember it as it was.) MUSIC CHICAGO SYMPHONY 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 second and fourth Thursday evenings. The fortieth season. Frederick Stock, conductor. Telephone for program in formation. WOMAN'S SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA OF CHICAGO — Goodman Memorial, Lakefront at Monroe. Central 4030. Regular subscription program. Six monthly concerts on third Monday eve nings at 8:15. The remaining concert dates are March 16 and April 20. The fifth season. Ebba Sundstrom, con ductor. Telephone for program infor mation. LECTURE RANDOM MEMORIES— By Mrs. James W. Morrison, at the home of Mrs. Gus- tavus F. Swift, 1551 Astor street, for benefit of the Chicago Teachers Col lege, Feb. 24, 3 o'clock. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. For luncheon, tea or dinner, and always catering to particular people. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wa bash 1088. An establishment that is one of the Town's institutions and should be. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. These thirty years the center for Teutonic catering and good cheer. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Spanish atmosphere and catering and all in all rather unique. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. For lunch eon, tea, dinner and even breakfast. Tea dancing Saturday afternoons. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. A favorite spot of the Town and did you know they'll check your dog7 HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. When better coffee is made Hen- rici's will still be without orchestral din PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harri son 1975. Always an interesting menu and that often mentioned view of the GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. Right at the bridge, and catering to the masculine as we'l as feminine taste. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Russian Euro pean dishes and a concert string trio during dinner. ROCOCO HOUSE -161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 3688. Swedish cooking and the smorgasbord is a specialty. JULIEN'S— 1009 Rush. Delaware 4341. A broad board, Mama Julicn's broad smile and you'd better 'phone for reser vations. HUTLER'S 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolivc Bldg. For lunch eon, tea or dinner, and you'll usually near one. JACQUES -540 Briar Place. Lakeview 1223. French cuisine and service and atmospherically charming as well. HARDING'S COLOHIAL ROOM 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Famous, and justly so, for its victuals and cooking. L'AIGLOH —22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. New Orleans-Parisian cuisine, and you can't do better anywhere. Morning — Noon — Nigh t BISMARCK— 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Memorable German dishes and the service traditionally dutiful. Grubcl is maitre. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. A thoroughly knowing establishment with admirable service and cuisine. Dinner, $2.50; no dancing. Langsdor is in charge. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. Fine menu and handy for the southsider who dines out. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. Gilford is head waiter. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL 161 E. Walton. Superior 4264. The Oriental Room, Silver Room and Town Cub are especially suited for private parties. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.50; in the Coffee Shop, $1.00. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. Where the tradition and delights of American cooking arc pre served. Sandrock is in charge. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL 5 349 Sheridan Road. Longbcach 6000. Phil Spitalny and his orchestra play in the Marine Dining Room. Cover charge during the week, $1.00; Saturday, formal, $2.00. Dinners, $2.00 and $2 50 SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. Unrivalled service and interesting a la carte menu in the smart Cafe, a delight to the most fastidious diner. Table d'hote dinner, $1 50 BELMOHr HOTEL — 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Appetizing menu and superb service for tlic mid- northside diner. No dancing. Dinner $2.00. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The customary dis tinctive Shoreland menu and service for the diner out south. Dinner, $2.00. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. In the Empire Room there is the Palmer House orchestra; dinner, $2.50. Mutschler is maitre. Victorian Room, dinner, $2.00. Gartmann in charge. Chicago Room, $1.50. Horr- mann oversees. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Ben Bernie and his or chestra at College Inn. Thursday is The atrical Night. Maurie Sherman plays for tea dancers and Gene Fosdick is at the Bal Taberin Saturday evenings. COHGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Con gress. Harrison 3800. Johnny Hamp and his outfit are playing in the Balloon Room again. A la carte service; no cover charge. 'Phone Ray Barrete for reser vations. STEVENS HOTEL 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. Harry Kelley and his band in the main dining room, and there are three acts. Dinner, $2.00; no cover charge. In the Colchester Grill, dinner, $1.50, and a trio plays. BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. The traditional Blackstonc cuisine and service. Margraff directs the String Quintette and Otto Staack presides. HOTEL LA SALLE La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0770. Husk O'Hare and his orchestra play in the Blue Fountain Room for nice young people. Dinner, $1.50. Supper, $1.00. No cover charge. DRAKE HOTEL Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. One of the sparkling spots. Verne Buck and his band play. Peter Ferris directs the a la carte service. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Saturday, $2.50. In the Italian Room, table d'hote dinner, $2.00. 'Dusk Till Dawn CASA GRANADA 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Paul Whiteman and his orchestra arc back. There's a floor show and entertainers. Al Quodbach has announced a new policy: no cover charge. MACK'S CLUB 12 E. Pearson. White hall 6667. Jules Novit and his band, and a revue supporting Harry Glyn and Turdy Davidson. Cover charge, $1.00. FROLICS 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kaley and his orchestra. A floor show and several wcllknown entertain ers. Cover charge during the week, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. BLACk'HAWK 139 N. Wabash. Dear born 6262. Coon-Sanders and their band, always popular in Town, and additional entertainment. Dinner, $2.00. TERRACE GARDENS -Morrison Hotel. 79 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Clyde McCoy and his orchestra play and there's the fine Morrison kitchen to satisfy your hunger. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. No cover charge. CLUB ALABAM 747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Gigi Rene and her Continental Revue and Willie Ncwberger's orchestra. Chinese-Southern cooking. Cover charge, $1.00. PETRUSHKA CLUB 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. Eddie Varoz and his band, Russian atmosphere and an all- Russian show. Dinner, $2.00. No cover charge. CLUB AMBASSADEUR 226 E. On tario. Delaware 0930. Evelyn Nesbit and a floor show and Jimmie Noone's orchestra. A popular after-theatre menu. No cover charge. COLOSIMO'S 2126 S. Wabash. Calu met 1127. A floor show and Keith Chambers and his band. Cover charge, 50 cents. A la carte service. Before seven, dinner, $1.50; no cover charge. THE RITZ 343 E. Garfield. Englewood 10420. Dornell Howard and his Jungle Band and a colored floor show. Weekly cover charge, 50 cents; Saturday, $1.00. COTTOTi CLUB -5342 W. 22nd St. Lawndalc 4140. Lucius Millinder and his orchestra and an all-colored floor show. No cover charge. GRAHD TERRACE -3955 South Park way. Douglas 3600. Earl Hines and his orchestra, and Earl at the piano. A fast, colored floor show. Weekly cover charge, 50 cents; Saturday, $1.00. TME CHICAGOAN ^ A QUIET SANCTUM WHERE YOUTH AND BEAUTY DWELL T iTHEN yon enter this gracious recep tion room, y o ti leave t li e town s turmoil behind, lor here is the calm of Old- World loveliness. Through the tall windows ol these high-ceilinged rooms you look upon a stone-llagged court, where a lo un tain tinkles gently. Ju very thing is peace ful, re.stlul. And yet you have not come lar . . . only to 9C0 Michigan Avenue, North, to a quiet sanctum where youth and beauty dwell. A treatment here is not a hurried routine. Yon rest in a deep armchair, in a delightful little treatment room. Your skin is studied to determine the type ol care which exactly suits your individual needs, lhen a skilled operator gives your lace, throat, arms and hack the scientific treatment that brings you that blissful relaxation and new radi ance. Tired lines at eyes and mouth lade away; the underchin forgets its droopiness; you feel gloriously alive; you look younger, and so much lovelier! DOROTHY GRAY 900 MICHIGAN AVENUE, NORTH CHICAGO Telephone: WHItehall 5421 )D c; i9Ji 6 TME CHICAGOAN fitompomy FREE TAXI SERVICE from the Loop to this store. Also from the Northwestern, Union, La Salle Street and Illinois Central (Randolph and Van Buren) Railroad Stations. We pay on your arrival. No obligation whatsoever on your part to buy. FREE AUTO PARKING THE JOHN M. SMYTH STORE is ready for the coming of Spring . . . with just such charming, livable and Springlike furniture as is shown here. • This is one of our special Feature Rooms opened monthly in co-operation with the Studio of Architecture and Furnishings of Good Housekeeping Magazine. • These rooms are an exclusive and monthly feature at this Store — to be seen here and here only in the city of Chicago. LAMP of unusual design. Yellow tole Finish, hand decorated with floral patterns. Complete $38. TWIN SOFAS, Smyth-made in I SMALL TABLE, attrac- green denim with chintz slip j five for many uses. covers. Each sofa complete with Genuine mahogany, 19 cover,$95. Pillows,each,$6.75. I in. high,22in. top.$27. OPEN EVERV SATURDAY AND MONDAY EVENING UNTIL 10 P.M. Speaking of Names WE'RE no more than justly proud of the name that waves above these observations. It's a good name, a plain statement of a gratifying identity, and we share it happily with every one— well, almost every one- --of our three million-odd fellow dwellers hereabouts. 'We have noted with satisfaction its growing popularity with head line writers and we're especially pleased to miss "Chicago- ite" and similar abominations affected by society reporters and others prior to our celebration of the proper noun. We are nothing if not unselfish about the word. We have sometimes wished the Hub would restrict its applica tion to suits and o'coats priced somewhat above forty-live dollars, and we'd feel better if the Chicagoan room in the Palmer House featured a luncheon at more than eighty-five cents (Chicagoan is better than a forty-five dollar and eighty-five cent word) but we're not really complaining about these uses. And certainly we have no fault to find with either The Chicagoans Orchestra or The Chicagoans Quartette, both well above average radio features. We do feel badly, though, about the new gas range, brightly stencilled The Chicagoan, displayed by the Peoples Gas Light and Coke company. We're told it's a very good gas range, modern and efficient, even expensive, but it's still a gas range and we can't stifle the low-comedy urge to say that this burns us up. We're at least normally keen about having The Chicagoan a household word, but not that kind. Age and The Age WE must be getting old. We're not referring to our anniversary, which we'll refer to with what mod esty and point we can muster in our next issue, but to the raiding of the show at the Grand Opera House. We must be getting old, or we would have known that the time was ripe for a revival of this grand old custom and we might have been persuaded to the advantages, if they arc advan tages, it offers. This thing can be done just so often, about as often as an actress can lose her jewels, and it is always good for columns of newspaper mention, with pictures. It always brings about a sudden desire on the part of a great many people to view the subject of the raid at first hand. That is its purpose. We might have arranged to have our Feb ruary 14 issue banned from the newsstands for its candid remarks about the mayoral contenders, and so have pro voked unprecedented demand for the present number, in which they would have been republished of course. Or we might have brought about our editorial arrest in the mem orable manner of Mr. H. L. Mencken and so made that issue of The Chicagoan a collector's item down the ages. Yes, now that we review our failure to do these things, and inquire into our reasons therefor, we're convinced that we're getting old . . . at least old enough to know the difference between publicity and popularity, notoriety and Fame, Earl Carroll's S\etch Boo\, Mencken's American Mercury and The Chicagoan. And we used to dread growing old. The Sports Industry WE can't quite bring ourselves to believe that the sports world is as bad as the sports pages paint it. It isn't in the dope (we've been reading them) for all of the baseball magnates to speak exclusively of tremendous trivialities, and in evasive monosyllables, nor for all of the football coaches to be lingually expert crooks, even for all boxers to be hairy apes mismanaged with ease and one way contracts by deze-dem-do-e managers partial to kick ing gentlemanly sports reporters off the premises. The sports industry, as one sportswriter calls it, seems to be all crossed up, as another sportswriter would put it, by a screaming superfluity of the wrong kind of sports- writers. In a word, supported by a periodically intensive study of the sports pages over a reasonably sportive life time, there are far too many Westbrooke Peglers and far too few Warren Browns, far too many gents (the topic's contagious) who would rather write a funny story than a truthful one and whose sole recipe for writing a funny sports story is "sock somebody on the button." We cannot believe that these stories sell a great many newspapers (there is no other justification for them of course) and we do believe that they are quite steadily unselling the sports industry to its normal and for the most part intelligent public. We often wonder what Kenesaw Mountain Landis is for if it isn't to do something about this sort of thing. Note of Optimism IN keeping with our annual February custom, we've been inspecting January. It wasn't a bad beginning for a good year. Erase the writings of Wickersham and Hecht and the record all but dazzles. There was, for instance, the all-star faro meet at Spring field, and there was the Butler-Mussolini repartee; there was Harvard expelling a young man valiant enough to hurl at Vallee a grapefruit subscribed to by all the healthy young men in America, and there was the Yellow Kid kidding his way to liberty precisely as in the fine free days before January, 1920, and November, 1929. Even crime returned to normalcy ... the Hillman- Wieboldt kind of crime is pre-war, a kind understandable, detectable and punishable with standard equipment. The theatre became the theatre again with Ethel Barrymore in Town, with or without a play, and there were ski meets with or without snow, a registration in good oldfashioned numbers and a billiard tournament of some sort. Max Schmelling signed to meet somebody somewhere sometime for some reason, and the stock market resumed the two- way traffic system. Not a bad month, say we, and without a word about the weather. Eleven more no less lively, likeable and alto gether liveable can be done with very nicely, thank you. THE CHICAGOAN SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO /< 3\ £*< 4 L i r D fy\ >" /or 5i / mart young I kings • Smart /oung Saks « Fifth Avenue Fashions La Petite Fille from 2 to 6 will love "shopping" for cunning wash frocks . . .to make her the smartest tot in the neish= ^ f*\^ borhood Jm*+ / 0 UP That "awkward look" disappears from the Junior Girl in our smart jerseys for school that are rightly styled . . . sizes ^ /*\ ^ ^ 7 to 16 !!&? /OuP For the debonair Junior Miss from 11 to 17 .. . party frocks for dancing class and other social functions ... in chiffons ^ ^ ^>-^ and crepes . . . just sophisticated enough . . . J^jr+^^s UP JUNIOR THIRD FLOOR ^Nortn ]M_icnigan at Chestnut Oaks-r ijth Avenue suggests a Modern Face by beauty specialists — New Beauty Salon — 4th floor J TWE CHICAGOAN 9 VIGNETTES A Collection of Metropolitan Personalities Studio Girl Her face is one voluptuous study Of busy days and ecstatic nights. Her hands are long and slim — The only proof that she is an artist. Feverishly she tosses paintings Here and there; Puts tubes of paints away, And dusts the furniture. Restlessly she lights a cigarette, Walks to the window, And presses her nose Against the dirty window pane. Dusk is falling — too late to work any way. She starts to mix a highball, Then opens the door for a masculine figure. . . . The studio comes to life. Steak Snapper Plump, silky, and snaky. Blonde of heroic build. What a girl! Oh, get her number, I'll meet her at the stage door. Big Blonde — big golden chorus girl. Darling — gorgeous — hefty. . . . Steak snapper. Lovable Sophisticate Gorged with every delicacy and luxury Of life, and love, and pleasure, Of beauty, and of fun. Filled to the full with rarest, And the sweetest of wines. What fun is there for you? What's left that's new and different? Except vulgarity? And that you'd never stoop to. So you are eternally bored, Satiated with every charm, Yet always charming others — • • . Lovable sophisticate. By MARCIA MASTERS SO'll:: In this, her first serious work for publication, Miss Masters lints lif/hlly. sieiftly but indelibly a casual half-dozen Chicagoans insev erable front the gay mosaic of the lif e-about-toien. Miss Masters' Vignettes leill appear regularly in subsequent issues of The Chicagoan. Every Fireplace Needs One Strong and wise and self sufficient, Quiet and kind and honest, You who love the deep-bosomed couch, The reading lamp just so, And the glow of a crackling fire Upon your stern young face. You think you love adventure, But never try it. You don't ask for love, So you shan't have it. But you will go through life, Dressed in the best that Brooks offer. You will be proud In books, and hospitable cellars, And coolly dodge Emotions and devotions. ... I trust you are content. Has Been I see her face Through the smoky haze of the night club. She is lovely with forgotten beauty, > The beauty that forgot to materialise. Or perhaps she was beautiful once— But dallied with time, And said no to numerous proposers. Now she wishes for the chance to say "Yes." If only some man, any man, would ask; They never do, and she wonders why The men she knows are such frivolous excuses. I watch her weary face as she dances, And tries to smile As her younger sisters pass by in the arms of ardent admirers. She has become a last resort, A standbye when youth is busy, A Way-Back- When, and a Has-Been. At least one knows that she's worked hard. Or that she's had gayer times in the past, For under her eyes there are souvenirs, Dark shadows that speak now Of boredom and discontent. Again she wearily smiles, As her partner arranges to trade the last dance With Susie . . . the radiant young find of the season. Man in Love What will I do? You must tell me. I want to talk to you. You know Dorthea so well. I can't sleep, and I can't think — And I can't eat! Oh §/*— ! I love that girl. What should I do? ... Is there some more Bourbon? 10 TUb" CHICAGOAN ERNEST HEMINGWAY: Who for some time has been a member of the conti nental contingent of American writers and whose novel, The Sun Also Rises, made him the historian of the expatriates; the interpreter of those people who prefer Europe to America. The dramatization, by another, of his last work, A Farewell to Arms, was not so well received as the novel itself. CHARLES MacARTHUR: Dramatist, novelist and former Tribune and Herald and Examiner reporter whose War Bugs was a journal of his battery, (of Reilly's Bucks, 149th Field Artillery) and its part in the war. Co-author of Lulu Belle, The Front Page and a new play for next fall; minister's son and Helen Hayes' husband; and founder of the Manhattan Junction Yachting and Drop Forge Club. DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK PAULINE PALMER: Internationally famous painter especially distinguished for her portraits which have brought many prizes and medals, and the most successful woman artist in Chicago. Once president of the Alumni Association of the Art Insti- tute and the first woman to be elected pres' ident of the Chicago Society of Artists, several years ago. RUDOLPH REUTER: Pianist who has been soloist with most of the important symphony orchestras in America and has concertizcd extensively, and with great suc cess, here and abroad. He was heard in the recent Coolidge Chamber Festival and in the program of the International Society for Contemporary Music, and for many years has been prominent in Chicago musi cal life. EDWARD HINES: Chicago's leading lumberman whose knowledge of that business was obtained by entering the field as a youth and advancing through various positions to his present one, the presidency of the lumber company which bears his name and which is one of the leading lum ber firms of the country. His social and philanthropic activities are well known; and he was recently created a Knight of Malta. THE CHICAGOAN n WHEN NIGHT HOODS WERE IN POWER A Newspaper Story the Newspapers Didn't Print By WILLIAM R. WEAVER THESE are the good old days -if you date yours around 1908 and this is the local room of The Chicago Evening American. A final edition is aborning and all is wrong with the world ... a sports editor cursing an Oliver rebellious beneath his delicate fingers, arpeggios and trills streaming from the thin phalanx of obese rewrite men, a pneumatic hiss as a news item arrives \erplun\ from the City News Bureau. Cries of Boy, Copy, Where- the-hell's-that-new-Springfield-lead and D ' yu-think-this-is-the-ladies-home- jour nal tell that another Chicago day is going into the record. Mose Koenigsberg, city editor by grace of a grand lung power and whipcord nerves, is shouting final orders. Dead line is minutes away. Here's a kid from downstairs : "I say, Mose," nasally, "how'd this be for a line — police hunt hyde PARK BANKER, or HYDE PARK BANKER FLOWN." Reporters pommel their type writers, thinking, along a fringe of their minds, "Max is in again," won dering why the inexorable Koenigsberg suffers him. "We'll sell 'em like hot cakes," the naral voice urges, lT know the territory," and the city editor heeds without reply the "wagon guy," dis trict circulation manager and news stand dictator. MAX was, and is, Mr. Max An- nenberg. He had come up from a wagon route, up to a flanking posi tion in the circulation department, and in 1910 he was to go to The Chicago Tribune as circulation manager. He has gone from there to a similar re sponsibility with Liberty, but that's an other story, interesting as it may be. He enters this one as the man employed by The Tribune to see what could be done about gaining distribution in ter ritories dominated by the Hearst forces. This is the story of what he did. It is told here, as it is being told wherever veteran Chicago newspaper men con gregate, because it is recalled by a statement uttered by Colonel R. R. McCormick in a public address to the Milwaukee Bar Association on Janu ary 27. Colonel McCormick, speaking of Chicago crime, said: "Liberal refer ence has been made to newspaper wars and The Tribune's name has been men tioned as participating in these clashes. The fact as to this last is that the cir culation competitions which have been dubbed wars were exclusively among afternoon newspapers. They were two in number — one in the late nineties and the other in the early nineteen hundreds. The Chicago Tribune was not engaged in either, as principal or ally." ' Colonel McCormick's information is somewhat faulty, if the recollections of journalists and circulators grown grey and in some instances famous in un broken contact with Chicago news paper affairs are not wholly fantastic. It is true that little or nothing was printed about the circulation wars at the time of their waging. The slugging of a newsboy by a wagon crew of strong-arm men, passing incident in the struggle that began in 1910, did not make good copy . . . even if forty boys and men are alleged to have met death before peace was concluded. There were no arrests, no indict ments, no convictions of course, but at least one active participant still pre serves an uncancelled salary voucher, duly dated, just in case. This indi vidual's story dovetails with others to piece out a record very similar to what follows. AT two cents the copy, The Tribune i was losing circulation against one-cent competition. Its distribution was concentrated in Hyde Park, north along the lake to and including Evans- ton, and in the residential districts of Prairie Avenue, Grand and Drexel Boulevards. It was not penetrating the great West Side, and there were sec- 12 TWECWICAGOAN tions Back o' the Yards, in Little Italy, in the Ghetto and in the manufactur ing centers, where a thousand Examin ers were sold while one Tribune was finding a buyer. This was the situation confronting Mr. Annenberg as newly appointed circulation manager of The Tribune. That paper promptly cut its price to one cent. This may or may not be dubbed a declaration of war, depending upon one's taste in definitions, but no formal utterance could have had swifter or more direct result. The Hearst circulation department did not refuse the challenge — a Hearst department never does — and newsstand dealers came to know that a stack of Tribune's alongside a stack of Examin ers meant one thing or another when the wagons rolled up, and neither thing pleasant. These wagons brought new faces, savage faces belonging to ex- pugilists, sluggers, brass-knuckle men. The sight of these, in the cold dawn when newspapers are delivered and strong men speak bluntly, served to persuade the moderately thoughtful vendor that the paper being delivered was the better paper to sell. But peace at this moderate price was unstable. The newsstand man who elected to solo in Examiners found his corner shared next morning by a rau cous person, called a hustler, who shouted through a four-foot megaphone to the passing crowd that he had for sale "Tribunes — One Cent!" And what happened to the less thoughtful vendor who had chosen to specialize in Trib unes was precisely what happened, if the Tnbu,ne hustler's example failed of An l)fr/r- "That mill do for the luggage, Twumbley" its instructive mission, to the Examiner soloist when Mr. Annenherg's wagon- ners got around to him. It was not nice. It is interesting to note, at this point, the names of notorious Chicago gun men who received their initial pistol practice while active in this and related newspaper struggles for pre-eminence. It has often been said, never written, that an imposing number of the Town's premiere targeteers "had their first guns put in their hands in newspaper alleys." In this list, and mentioning only a few who have gone on to fields where newspapers probably are not read, are to be included the names of Dion O'Banion, whose demise marked the beginning of machine-gunning in a big way, Mossy Enright, Peter Gentle man and his brother, Dutch Gentle man, Hymie Weiss, Schemer Drucci, Stubby McGovern, Gunner McFadden Georgie Maloney and Walter Stevens. (Send plain, self -addressed envelope for names of others not yet made fa miliar with the functional end of small arms.) WHO won the war? Well, who won the Big One? Neither paper claimed victory openly, nor ad mitted defeat privately, and the 1910-1 3 conflict drew to a close cloaked by a tacit treaty negotiated behind locked doors, just as had closed the lesser war of '97 and was to close the renewed hostilities of '17 — the year the Examiner became the Herald' Examiner by annexation of the Record' Herald a rumpus more deadly, more readily traced in the contemporary underworld, but in no essential aspect different. These wars, together with those waged by the evening papers, are fodder for any aspiring novelist who cares to write still another book about Chicago. I have no heart for it. The Tribune penetrated the West Side, of course, and the Examiner pene trated Tribune territory. The Tribune raised its price to two cents and the Examiner eventually raised this a penny. They rank today — well, which paper do you read? BOAST I could write a better column Than Ring Lardner If I might have Calvin Coolidge For a pardner. ¦ — STOOGE. THE CHICAGOAN 13 ROBERT MORSS LOVETT The Boy Scout of the Literati By JAMES WEBER LINN EVERYBODY in New York who is anybody in literary or aesthetic circles knows "Bob" Lovett. All members of "investigating committees" with headquarters in Washington, and the self-determined duty of ferreting out men and women dangerous to the peace of Toryism, know "that man Lovett." Every student who has ever been in the department of English at the University of Chicago knows "Professor" Lovett. He was the white hope of the intelligentsia of Brookline and Cambridge, Massa chusetts, in the early 'nineties. And ever since then he has lived and laughed and toiled and wrought and fought in Chicago; but the Chicago Club, the columnists of social gossip, and the Society of Midland Authors know him not. There is probably not another citizen of our three and a quarter millions who is at once so wise and so unjournalized locally as Robert Morss (two s's, please!) Lovett. Today, at sixty, he looks a little younger and a little fatter than he did twenty years back. Nothing else about him, from his chuckle to his principles, has changed since he came here, thirty-seven years ago. At Harvard, where as an under graduate he wrote class-room essays that became touchstones of literary criticism, he was widely and favorably known among undergraduates as a mine of scholastic information that could be worked at will by any starv ing young educational prospector. "When we went to Bob Lovett's room with a question," said one of his class mates to me once, "and he was not in, we felt as if the library had been moved away somewhere." When in 1892, the year of Lovett's graduation, President Harper of the University of Chicago consulted Eliot of Harvard on the subject of young men for his new University, Dr. Eliot had but one piece of advice to give him. "Get Lovett, if you can." President Harper got him in the following year. As a teacher and administrator he has been there ever since, washing the windows of ten thousand brains, sweeping away cobwebs, letting in the light. YET a scholar, in the strictest sense, he never became. He has been, and is, at once too flippant and too serious for pure research. Or perhaps too humane for exclusive pursuit of the humanities? His great world has always been the world of people, not the world of books. To be sure he wrote, in conjunction with William Vaughan Moody, the best- known and best-selling textbook in the United States on the History of Eng lish Literature, and is perhaps the subtlest and firmest critic of current ideas the country knows. But his passion is not for literary, but for hu man, justice. In all his life he has taken nothing with a really high seriousness except the sufferings of others. Doubtful, ironic, brilliantly contemptuous of success, he is instantly capable of sustained, systematic, en during industry on behalf of human failure. "Truth forever on the scaf fold" interests him less because it is truth than because it is in the process of being hanged. "What is truth?" he asks as jestingly as Pilate, but on the road to any crucifixion it is always Lovett whom you find snatching the spear from the hands of the stolid guard and attacking the brutality of ignorant authority. To somebody who quoted the bromide, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" he re plied, "Good intentions are not its pavement but its scenery, and they are the scenery that makes any road in teresting to me." In his play, Cowards, somebody says to the old "With ninety-five Hechts in the 'phone book it ought to be a best seller at that." 14 THE CHICAGOAN with a "'bad report" card. One is reminded, somehow, ot Professor Lovett. "Iloic they gain'. Kid/" ".lie . . . the same old grind" sea-captain, "We are in God's hands," and the clear-headed old gentleman remarks, "They're damned callous sometimes." Lovett's philosophy is to s6ften the callosities. PURE scholarship does not satisfy a nature of this type. Pure scholarship has often been praised as an ideal. It seems to me rather a luxury, to be enjoyed only by those whose spirit can afford it; as much a luxury as a steam-yacht, or Shakspere first folios. The scholar builds his "palace of art," a lordly pleasure- house, and dwells therein, above all things, respectably. The Lovetts, of whom there are not many, turn their backs with a grin upon respectability, and go out to find and fight for un derdogs. And precisely for the same reason that he never turned the full strength of his powers to scholarship, he never turned his determination to the achievement of position. If by some lucky chance — lucky, that is, for some educational institution — the presi dency of a college like Dartmouth, or a university like Wisconsin, had fallen to him in his early thirties, as the presidency of the University of Chi cago fell first to Harper and recently to Hutchins, Lovett would have been the best known president in the United States, the most interesting, the most exciting, and by no means the least effective in administration. Had he abandoned teaching and devoted himself exclusively to the arts of the novelist, the playwright, and the critic, he could hardly have failed to head his profession, for he combines the humorous brutality of Mencken with the suave understanding of the late Stuart Sherman. Had he chosen even to subordinate his adventurous cyni cism, or been able to subordinate his still more adventurous and radical sympathies, to the ambition to make a name for himself as a teacher, his name would have the lustre today that shines round the memory of L. B. R. Briggs of Harvard and George R. Car penter of Columbia. But no end has ever been his dream. He has his own standard of values, literary values, social values, moral values. Except in a fight for others, he has never taken his own abilities seriously, and his awe-inspiring in dustry is always spent on "doing it now," whatever "it" may happen to be. I once knew a very delightful Bov Scout who spent so much time on performing gmd deeds for others, ac cording to his creed, that he failed in his studies and came home from school PART of the year he lives in New York, where he assists in shaping the destinies of the ~Hew Republic. Part ot the year he lives at Hull House. Part of the year he lives in a cottage on the edge of a rural golf course, and there is a tradition among the members that he has played one round a year for twenty-five years. Much of his work at the University of Chi cago now is with graduate students, but he still "offers," as the phrase goes, at least one large lecture course a year, in which he rocks back and forth, seated at a desk, and emitting from moment to moment critical remarks in which it is difficult to say which pre vails, epigram or analysis. Often the epigrams are repeated by his pupils to others of his colleagues of the depart ment, who then use them for years and years. Lovett does not mind; others occur to him. I refuse to quote any of them here for the very good reason that some of my pupils read The Chicaooan, and would discover the source of my own best lines. It was during the War, in 1917 and 1918, 1 think, that the poise and sub tlety of Lovett were most brilliantly exhibited. I knew stupid pacifists, and stupid patriots, and stupid middle-of- the-roaders who disguised their in difference to human agony by calling themselves "tolerant." But I knew no one else who was so transparently revelatory of his hatred of war, and so clear in his comprehension of its problem; so vigorously American, and so free from the cheapness and deceit of anti-Germanism; who so worked, and so questioned; who so suffered, and retained his serenity. The war broke his heart, but it only tempered his spirit. Like a great knife it cut into his character, but only to leave every element, even his humor, in higher relief. One word must end this sketch. My analysis is wholly guesswork, deduc tion from his private acts and public utterances over almost forty years. No living man ever heard Lovett speak of himself. DECLARATION Too much bitters Gives me jitters. — P. L. A. THE CHICAGOAN 15 TOWN TALK A Fortnightly Garland of Timely Frivolities Harmless Bulls BIG BILL Thompson is America's Mustard King. A Mayor is a he horse. Nearly at the bottom of Lake Michigan is Chicago. In the United States people are put to death by elocution. A Senator is half horse and half man. A connoisseur is a person who stands outside a picture palace. Everybody needs a holiday from one year's end to another. A spinster is a bachelor's wife. The Eskimoes hardly have any wives at all. The plural of ox is oxygen. Most bulls are harmless, but cows stare hor ribly . . . No, we didn't write these startling epigrams. Only from the mouths of babes could such pearls of unconscious wisdom fall with such unexpected tri umph. Ah, to be such a child again, just for a night! The best we can do, alas, is to dazzle your eyes with that quoted necklace, whose young beads we selected as of especial sig nificance for Chicagoans from a fuller collection now available under the book title of Boners, a caption with which we mildly disagree. Boners, indeed. One might as well reprimand a grand piano for having keys of ivory. Not So Different BY the way, a full report on how the new study-or-not-as-you-like scheme is working out at the Midway might be interesting reading. Even a brief, explosive chat with an instructor in residence gives us the impression that President Hutchins' revolution in University education has met with considerable quiet resistance among the faculty, that the Old Guard added so many bylaws to the new Constitu tion that the Great Change has been somewhat wickershammed. And now we discover, in the University of Chicago Magazine, that while there is no "requirement," there is an official "expectation" that collegians will continue to attend classes, write papers, take quizzes and consult regu larly with advisers, while instructors must keep on reporting quarterly on the student's progress. And that if you want to be eligible for athletics, By RICHARD ATWATER honors, scholarships, transfer credits and other things of some importance in college life, you will find it very advisable (though of course it is not required for a minute) to go through the traditional routine which we now know is nonessential. The Thompsonite Who •^Analyzed Himself FRED LOWENTHAL (who sim ply can't help thinking of that German priestess of the dance as Mary Wiggleman) heard an official already on the city payroll attempting to explain why he favored a continu ance of Mayor Thompson. "First," he stated, "I like his stand for America First. Second, there's his fight against the newspapers. Third, I like him personally. But I suppose you'll think I'm emotionalizing." "Yes," agreed the gentleman's audi ence. "You are emotionalizing your rations." \M This Nash-ional Brainstorm THE OFTENER Mr. Ogden Nash's verse is imitated, the s(xmer his joyous reign will be over. Here's our contribution to the care free crusade: I wonder why this usually romantic body Isn't stimulated, much, by Rimsky-Korsakov's Schehere- zody, When I have a couple of Phildelphia aunts Who are still nuts over Anitra's Daunts. zAdd Lethal instruments THE February St. Cecilian, which was editorially tickled at our re cent mention of one of its musicians, interests us in turn by its report of a local tragedy. It seems that one Joseph Barton's irresistible trombone lately bumped into an immovable mar ble smoking stand [what an idea] and something was seriously injured, though the St. Cecilian wasn't sure who or which. One of the little things in life that has never been adequately calculated is the peril of being a trombone player. Not only must there be a serious dif ficulty in finding the right time, when blowing into one of these expanding instruments, to stop blowing before it expands beyond its constructional limit; but no matter what pitch you decide upon, something else is almost certain to be knocked over. The upkeep on repairs to the out side end of the trombone must be enormous, aside from the insurance necessary against claims of irreparable damage made by wounded bystand ers. Small wonder, that the character istic tone of this otherwise admirable music maker is a lugubrious hollow challenge, half pleading and half defiant. Automobile makers add bumpers to the equipment of their reckless prod uce; but musicians, including the manufacturers of trombones, seem to be an impractical, improvident sort of folk. Tensive Note From J.U.H THAT sterling old Chicagoan, J. U. Higinbotham, reports from his Still Pond in California: "I find Wallace Rice's wild Rice stories interesting but I wonder where the Everleighs did come from. I broke into a banker's office in Chicago once unannounced (he had a new door boy when I next visited him) and saw him and Ada in interested conversa tion. Afterwards he told me that he knew them as girls in an Iowa town. Later I found he had spent all his pre- Chicago existence in [Let's content ourselves with saying it was not Iowa. 16 THE CHICAGOAN — Riq.]. Where did the Everleighs come from? Perhaps some copy of Who Ain't would tell." The Duce's Dilemma THERE is an equally old and per haps funnier Mussolini anecdote (said the gentleman at the adjacent consomme) that Cornelius Vander- bilt, Jr., might have told to the Marine. The one where the great dictator, in Haroun-al-Raschid mood, decided to go incognito to a movie. A picture of Mussolini was thrown on the screen during the course ot the program, and the audience duly rose and cheered — except the perplexed hero himself, who after a moment of uncertainty remained modestly seated. The audience then resumed its seats, and the man next to the disguised premier whispered to him, "That is the way I feel about him, too, only I was afraid not to stand." Jor the Ctrl Behind a Station Lunch Counter From eleven to seven Six nights a wee\. You shovel coffee and doughnuts And malted ?nil/^.s At high -up faces And low-down faces And faces with leering eyes. All night long they come: Cnve me a cup of coffee in a hurry — Cunt you rush that waffle! The coffee is too hot - Tlie coffee is too cold — J ve got to catch a five o'cloc\, Six o clocl{. seven o'clocl{ train. Somehow or other Yon loo/; them all in the face: The debutantes who gossip over their tea, The sailors who tall{ telephone numbers, The big talking little business men, And the wise boxs who thin\ All blue-eyed blondes are dumb. Sometimes I l{iiow that you feel It would be heaps of fun If you could throw the coffee And the malted mill{s At the high-up faces And the low-down faces And the faces with leering eyes. — WALTER. ^Another Exciting Debate FROM the Bradwell Co-Wor\er, a school paper, we learn that "On Wednesday an exciting debate took place in room 301. The question, Resolved that the Presidents from 1789 to 1861 did more for the country than the Presidents from 1861 to 1917." The girls, we learn, took the affirmative, the boys the negative, and "the girls stood up and defended them selves so well it left the boys non plussed. The decision was unanimously in favor of the affirmative which shows that the girls know something about history after all." And that whoever got up the de bate might as well have let the boys defend Wilson at Versailles, the Harding, Coolidge and Hoover ad ministrations while they were about it. ... At that, it's interesting to be reminded that the country was once governed by nothing but a Congress for as long as thirteen years (there was a special session for you!) and ''Aren't you a bit heavier than you toere last season, Olhof THE CHICAGOAN 17 a fruitful period at that, however lacking in modern improvements: such as the smiling Mr. Robert Rip ley, eruditely confusing his interview ers in the talking shorties. If Mr. Ripley Had Only 'Been Born Sooner THE chubby little boy in the buff- and-blue suit and the slightly long nose was looking with much interest at the remains of his father's cherry tree, when the back door of the hand some Colonial house opened and the old gentleman came out, white wig slightly askew in his indignation. Seeing what was likely to happen, the lad put his shiny new hatchet be hind his back. Then, with a now re gretful glance at the ruined tree, he changed his mind and laid the hatchet down on the grass in plain sight. "George!" yelled the old gentleman. "It might interest you, perhaps," said George, displaying his upper teeth in a polite smile, "to know that my name is not George. George is a Greek word, meaning Farmer, and I certainly should not be alluded to as a farmer. Cutting down cherry trees with hatchets is no kind of farming I ever heard of, and besides, I usually spell it Geo. You don't pronounce Geometry "Georgeometry,' do you, Pa?" Geo.'s father looked at the lad in a wistful kind of way but continued to investigate the matter. "Who cut down that cherry tree?" he asked severely. "It might, perhaps, interest you," said the boy with another smile, "to learn that there is considerable doubt as to whether it was a cherry tree in the first place. Cherry trees, of course, are to be found in Japan. This is not Japan. By the way, did you know that cherries do not grow on cherry trees? They grow from cherry trees. Any way, this one isn't a tree now. It's in two pieces, not tree." Mr. Washington swallowed hard at this, but the old Colonial spirit held him to his quest. "Who," he de manded, however feebly, "cut it down?" "Perhaps," admitted the boy with the customary smile, "it would interest you to know that it was not cut down." The old gentleman looked with some surprise at the newly cut surfaces of the chopped tree trunk, at the ap parently supine position of the rest of "Hibbings! Something tells me that Cod didn't make that tree!" the tree, and at the shiny hatchet lying beside the ruined foliage on the grass. "No?" he inquired with rather a puzzled stare. "It might have been cut," smiled the lad, "but not down. A down stroke of the cutting edge would merely have skimmed the bark when the tree was in its original vertical position. The cutting must have been trans versal, if not horizontal. And even after it was cut, it was not the cutting, of course, that brought it down. Gravity did that." "True," said Mr. Washington. Really, the boy had not left him a leg to stand on. Accordingly he sat down beside the hatchet. He picked it up worriedly and looked at Geo. "Your hatchet?" he said dubiously. "Hardly my hatchet," explained the boy. "The pronoun denotes posses sion. If you are holding it, as at pres ent, how can I rightly be said to be possessing it?" The old gentleman put the hatchet down in considerable distaste. "May be it isn't a hatchet, either," he said. The little boy looked up sadly at his father. It not only wasn't a hatchet, it wasn't cricket. For once, Mr. Wash ington had not made a definite declara tive statement that he could quibble over. "Oh, hell, Pa," said George. "There's the tree, and there's the hatchet, and I am willing to bury both of them." The old gentleman gave a great sigh of final relief. The scene that had been going so difficultly had turned out properly, after all. "Come to my bosom, son," he cried gladly. "I would rather you cut down an hundred cherry trees rather than you had allowed me to tell a lie. In stead of that, you politely corrected me in several unintentional misstate ments. I shall have to tell my good friend, Parson Weems, about this in cident. He will write it up just as it happened, for the benefit of future generations." "Believe it or not," said Geo., show- IS THE CHICAGOAN Sandor symbolizes Cimarron, the I'dua I'erber film current at the State-Lake The handsome horseman is Richard Dix, who is like no previous Richard lHx in the picture, referred to on page 30 as your first cinema duly. It must be xou I love for when xou speal{ the winging btrd.s within my heart come to rest on little trees and sing. ing his upper teeth in a polite smile. Or rather, fhowing his upper teeth in a polite fmile. For it may interest you, perhaps, to know that the upper teeth, in the upper jaw, are second teeth, which in this case had not yet come down, Geo. being six years old and having lost most of his first, or milk teeth. This undoubtedly made him lisp, an effect which should have been indicated sooner by using Colonial f's instead of modern s's in our belated but, we hope, still timely chronicle. Visiting King Gets Royal Welcome ARRIVING a moment late for the revived Saints and Sinners gath ering in Mr. A. Kroch's tasteful par lor, we stood guard at the open door with three book critics, two columnists and Joseph Ator to hear the visit ing Spokane columnist-poet, Stoddard King, read his delightful rhymes to a small but over-capacity audience. That the lecture was successful may be gleaned from the fact that Mr. Ator, front page rewrite man of the Evening American, had been dragged to the affair against his better judgment but remained to grin appreciatively at Mr. King's rhythmic jests. Your auditor smoked thoughtfully during his west-coast colleague's re cital, and the charge that we are the one who turned out the electric lights at one regrettable moment is quite unwarranted. It is true that we al ways feel a sympathetic embarrass ment when hearing a poet read from his opera, but we don't get that embarrassed. There was one delayed casualty. A citizen attending the lecture and tea, Mr. Auburn, returned, to a later party tor Stoddard King at Kurt Stein's, with a slight but perceptible asthma. As he had brought a tlask of Georgia corn to the earlier tea, we were soon able to prove to his satisfaction that it was the pollen in the corn, and not the poetry, that had most likely brought on the asthma. Any possible further argument over this was checked when the telephone rang. It was Mr. Kroch, wanting to know if Mr. King had Mr. Kroch's fountain pen. The visitor admitted that, oddly enough, he had it. We looked in our pocket to see if we had Mr. Kroch's watch and chain, but found it was gone. At this point Mr. Stein tipped his chair back and was reprimanded by Mrs. Stein. She doesn't mind his puns, hut can't stand chair-tipping. He can titter, but he can't teeter. Birds And yet. it must be you for when \ou speal{ the branches swing and all the birds rise to face the wind remembering seas and green spray in the sun and rhythms to be practised Hi tlie sl{x. Ji.anni: Di; Lamarter. The Inquiring Professor SIR: Did the reviewers, including your Mr. Linn, expect Ben Hecht's A Jew in Love to be a gent'le book? . . . If I look in the window of that new sport shop across from the Civic Opera building long enough, will I see Mr. Sam'l Insull and Mr. Eugene Stinson engaging at a merry game of ping pong at the first table? . . . Have you heard of the ex-columnist who is thinking of selling pears and explaining he is a veteran of the French army? . . . Have you heard the radio announcer who pronounces and if as if he were saying endive? ... A Tribune headline declares "Feeding Family of 5 on $8.75 a Week No Problem": is that the salary the Hungry Five get? ... Is it true that Mr. Capone pronounces his name in two syllables merely so as not to embarrass people who have THE CHICAGOAN 19 made that error? . . . And do you also understand that Mr. Cermak seems likely, in the final election, to get the Tony vote? —PROF. JEKYLL OF HYDE PARK. Where Time Turns Backward SO MANY of our friends have looked at us blankly when we told them our favorite piece of con temporary music is the song, My Canary Has Circles Under His Eyes, that we're beginning to wonder ii' we heard it, or just dreamed it. If it hasn't really happened, we still feel sorry for those who have missed it. We missed something once, and have just caught up with it. Mr. and Mrs. (or rather, Mrs. and Mr.) Martin Johnson's Simba picture. Accidentally and miraculously we found it the other day in a little loop house called the Astor. It was like old days to walk into a movie for ten cents and find a silent screen accompanied, now and then, by an organist with a mild repertoire of O Sole Mio and the sen timental classics technically known as angelica. We dozed in a sort of trance through the flickering elephants; after about half an hour we were quite readjusted to the absence of electrical shoutings. The fauna of Africa, prancing and munching across the screen (to O Sole Mio and In a Per sian Garden) were quite diverting. We were especially struck, during the rendering of Moonlight on the Colo rado, by the graceful flat-topped trees of the Dark Continent. Do the giraffes eat off the tops of this foliage, or is it just a wise provision of African na ture to afford the vultures a taking-off platform for their morbid flights? The ten cent silent movie, we found, has preserved another excellent old-time tradition, that of the wall clock on the side of the screen, so that you can see at any time how many more minutes you have to kill. When we departed, still in a happy daze, we almost expected to find newspaper ex tras on the corner announcing the Kaiser had invaded brave little Bel gium. The Literary Capital of Chicago SAM'L PUTNAM, whose antics have always delighted such Chi- goans as hear about them at all, has decided t;> include, in his new Parisian magazine, letters from various cities throughout the world: London, Vien na, New York, New Orleans, et cetera. After deep thought, our ex-townsman picked Mr. Loren Carroll for his Illi nois correspondent, and requested him to write from what (one guess) city? No. Cicero! For a moment Mr. Carroll was at a loss as to how to go about writing a literary letter from Cicero; we sug gested he interview Mr. Capone on what he thought of his various popu lar autobiographies. "Don't let him throw you out," we warned Loren, banging our fist on the desk, "he can't intimidate Sam'l Putnam!" Thru the Rocket's Red Glare E'RE glad to hear the boys who've been clinging for the past year to the distressed spars on the [turn to page 40] The nimble-footed Will Mahoney tap dancing Sousa Marches on a xylopho in Earl Carroll's Sketch Book and stopping the shozv (and so did the police 3'1 know) that has been holding forth ot the Grand Opera House. 20 THE ART 1 By PHILIP NSTITUTE NESBITT 21 Here we have Mrs. Abernathy- Abernathy passing the Art Institute's cookies to the nice but ill-at-ease young artist from Neiv Mexico 22 THE CHICAGOAN Chicago Cubs and Los Angeles, at Los Angeles, March 13. 14. 15. 17, IS, 1*> Pittsburgh, at San Francisco. March 20, 21, 22. Oakland, at Oakland, March 23. San Francisco, at San Francisco, March 24, 25, 2r>. 27, 2<S. Chicago White Sox and Houston, at Houston, March 7, 8. New York (limits, at San Antonio, March 14, 15. University of Tcxa-, at Austin. March 17. New York Giants, at Houston, March 21, 22; at San Antonio, March 28. 24>. BASKETBALL Chicago — Bartlctt Gymnasium — against Indiana, Feb 28: Illinois March 2: Ohio, March 7. Northwestern Patten Gymnasium against Iowa, March 2 FENCING Chicago, Wisconsin and Michigan, triangular meet, at Barthtl Gymnasium, February 28. GOLF Championship ot Florida at Palm Beach, February 25-27. Annual Bermuda Amateur Championship, Riddell's Bay, Bermuda. Maich lo-14 Bermuda Women's Championship, Riddell's Bay, Bermuda. March 17-21. GYMNASTIC Chicago, Wisconsin and Michigan, triangular meet, Bartlctt Gymnasium, February 27. HOCKEY Blackhawks -Chicago Stadium — against Ottawa, March 1: New Y<>:k Ameri cans, 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 3 1 MOTOR BOAT SHOW National Motor Boat Show, Motor Boat Mart, Navy Pier, April 24-M.iy 3. Women's Championship of Florida at the Tennis Club, Palm Beach, February 23-28. Championship of Florida at the Tennis Club, Palm Beach, March 2-7. THE CHICAGOAN 23 WHEN "WHOOPEE" WAS A WAR CRY Moody Reflections on a Gaudy Era By WALLACE RICE ALARUMS and excur- t sions of almost Shakespearian scope and with some oi Shakes peare's low comedy at tended the passing of the old red light district or levee on the South Side in 1911-191:. Mayor Carter H. Harrison, Jr., had taken his seat for his fifth term in April, had appointed General Leroy T. Steward his chief of police, and was doing his best in spite of sinister influences to solve the problem of segregated vice districts. Then cer tain of the evangelical churches hired Gipsy Smith, so called, an Eng lish revivalist, to see what he could do with the problem that had baffled and will continue to baffle the wisest of men and women. There ensued one of those experiments, noble in purpose. Graham Taylor characterizes it as "an ill advised and futile religious demonstra tion," and as soon as it was announced, as Henry Justin Smith notes, "Before it occurred, appeals were made to the swarthy evangelist to give it up. Thoughtful religious leaders strove with him, but vainly. His head whirling with the passion to save, he notified the newspapers and went ahead." If he"d had his full way, it might have turned out to be another Children's Crusade; but the police had the good sense to stop the children. ^\N the night appointed Gipsy y<^ Smith hired a horse and led the long procession. Behind him came one of those Salvation Army brass bands which we equally admire and avoid. There followed thousands of good peo ple from the churches, most of them young men and women, appropriately dressed, the men with black neckties, the women with trailing gowns of black. The newspapers said the next morning that there were twelve thou sand of them; there certainly were half that number. They marched forth into the red light district, sing ing 7\[earer, My God, to Thee and Where Is My Wandering Boy Tonight, up and down, across and back, filling every street populated by purveyors to vice with hymn singing and other pieties. Hundreds of children were in the procession, but the police kept these out, as noted, in spite of their pious parents. They found the red lights extin- gushed and the houses dark. Some of the inmates had been removed from the district. Mobs, of whatever origin, are explosive material, and religious mobs have never been known as ex ceptional in this respect. A huge crowd was in attendance, packing the sidewalks along the line of march. There was a great deal of ribald com ment from them, but no violence was shown at any time. Gipsy Smith led his earnest cohorts to the Alhambra theatre in State Street, dismounted from his horse, and mounted the rostrum. He preached and prayed, and concluded the eve ning's sensationalism by saying, "This will do vast good. We have struck a blow for Jesus." At the very moment it is no exag geration to say that there was the devil to pay on the levee. Up flared the red lights. Back came the temporarily exiled inmates, escorted by shouting mobs. The song chiefly affected was There'll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight. Elbows crooked, glasses clinked, corks popped, and everybody drank to the health of Gipsy Smith. He gave the place the hottest night ever known in its mot tled history. SOON after, John E. W. Wayman, state's attorney for Cook County, stung by adverse criticism from the newly constituted Committee of Fif teen, made up of eminent townsmen of ours, determined to get busy. An example of what could be done had been shown him in September of 1912 by Virginia Brooks, the "Joan of Arc of South Chicago," who went to work single-handed in that interesting part of town and shut up all sorts of places whose wide-opened doors had not been closed for months. She car ried the fight into the Loop, with a daylight procession, men, women, and children, said to be ten thousand in number, its serried ranks punctuated by brass bands and numerous elaborate floats, more or less symbolic, attacking pretty much everything Beelzebub has devised for the ruin of immortal souls, including cigarettes. This hullabaloo ended in Orchestra Hall, where Way- man had much the worst of it. He notified the Committee of Fif teen that he was going to make a raid on the levee. He swore out warrants for a hundred and thirty-five keepers of dives, and the owners and agents of them. Platoons of police in and out of harness, attended by the in evitable Salvation Army bands and all the patrol wagons in town, ar rested everybody, inmates and all, and filled the police stations with them, 24 THE CHICAGOAN leaving not a soul to guard the houses thus emptied, which were straightway broken into and robbed or their fur nishings ruined. It was an excellent example of what can be done in the way of imitating hell on earth. The next day the openness of the thing had passed, with one final dying spasm. The residence districts of the South Side were invaded by expen sively dressed women with large pic ture hats, who rang doorbells and asked for a place to stay the night; they had lost their homes. That, of course, had not been thought of. Hastily prepared lodgings were put in order by the reformers. But it was too late; they had already found their place in our gallimaufry of a civilization, and there they are to stay. The solution? At the time Doctor Sarah Hackett Stevenson observed that "A sin hidden is better than a sin ex ploited." Brand Whitlock, then mayor of Toledo with similar troubles, sent word that "There is no solution that does not presuppose human perfec tion." And there we are. But aren't they noble experiments? T^OTE: Another article r>v Mr. Rice will appear in an early issue. You're a Princeton man, Oscar what'll I hav IN QUOTES Judge Lyle: Did you ever see a lurching, shambling imbecile with the flabby jowls of a barnyard hog whose diseased brain didn't defend its own lunacy by snarling at others? W. H. Thompson: Lyle attacked my integrity. )/A Arthur F. Albert: I am not in terested in their verbal battle. George K. Schmidt: I know what the city needs. 1 know how to get it. Anton J. Cermak : When I am elected, 1 intend to deal immediately with the problem of unemployment. Doris Blake : But 1 dunno about putting a faltering man on the Freu dian rack. Calvin Coolidge: Present condi tions require the people to let the Con gress know what they want done. Elsie Robinson: Does your hus band goggle at every trim ankle that trips down the street and glad-hand every pert hasher that brings him a bowl of sotip? Faith Baldwin: Suddenly they were lost looking into one another's eyes. >/ft Leola Allard: Nagging is bad, but jealous nagging is hell. V/K Milton C. Work: There are many who hesitate about finessing to catch a king when they hold nine cards of the suit \\\ their two hands. Arthur Brisbane: The island is a low rock, not able to support human life, but it has a lagoon in the center, and IN WAR IT MIGHT BE IM PORTANT AS A BASE FOR SEA PLANES. V/K Alfred E. Smith: The articles I write are to be regarded as the expres sion of my individual opinion. \/s\ Dr. Royal S. Copeland: Diphthe ria is a highly contagious disease,. most prevalent among children. THE CHICAGOAN 25 CHICAGOANA And If It's Information You Want-^- IT isn't that we desire the reputation I of being an informer and of estab lishing ourself as a bureau of informa tion that we disclose the hitherto un known and unsuspected phase of our work. Not a bit of it. But every once in awhile one of the genteel read ers of this magazine telephones for in formation about this place or that place about the Town. Occasionally a reader drops in to ask such questions. Recently we had a visitor who wanted to know intimate little things about night clubs, as well as about then- orchestras, floor shows, types of clien tele and prices. Well, we told htm a few things about them! And then he asked if there were a restaurant, a very good restaurant, in Town that would allow a dog, a very good dog (a Doberman Pinscher, in fact) to accompany a guest. Being a dog-owner ourself we were interested in the question, but believing that a dog's place is in the home, we couldn't answer him right off like that. We asked him to name his favorite- restaurant while we counted ten. He did. We telephoned the manager of the place he named and asked him if he liked to have nice dogs lie quietly under the tables of their masters and mistresses— his patrons. Well, the manager turned out to be a dog-lover, too. He said he liked dogs and every one around his restaurant liked dogs, but he had to take the dislikes of his patrons into consideration, and, he thought, probably some of them dis liked dogs, so dogs weren't allowed in his dining room. He added, however, that, as some of his patrons brought their dogs to his establishment, he had worked out a very satisfactory solution to the problem. He took charge of each dog per sonally and parked it in his own pri vate office while its master or mistress dined. And the dogs always seemed to enjoy it a lot. And so did he. And our reader thought it was pretty swell, too. And so he dined at Maillard's. AND then there was another time I\ when a constant reader tele phoned to ask if there were a Russian B> DONALD PLANT church and a Chinese opera house in Chicago, not necessarily adjacent. There is a Russian church in Chi cago, and knowing that, we told him so readily enough. It is the Russian Creek Orthodox church of St. George on north Wood street, just south of west Walton street. (In case you really want to know.) That made him very happy. We weren't well enough up on our Chinese opera to give him the informa tion he desired on that subject, but we told him to call us back in an hour and in the meantime we'd try to find out for him. He called us back in an hour and twenty minutes. In the meantime we had called The Chinese Daily ]S[ews and, after having talked to four Chinese who couldn't understand us and whom we couldn't understand, we finally got one to whom we could make known our wants. He went into a long song (and maybe dance for all we know) about Chinese opera, what it meant, how it was staged, why there wasn't any now. After awhile we managed to ask him if there would be any offerings soon. He said there wouldn't be, that the opera hadn't received enough support to keep it going and there wouldn't be any more till the World's Fair. And thus contented readers are kept that way. 8:40 Literatus "I WAS down to see a show not 1 long ago with the wife. Punk show. . . . Huh? Oh, something they called Bur^eley Square. Punk show. Sort of like that Connecticut Tan\ee in King Arthur s Court thing, only not funny at all like that movie. I didn't like it at all. As I told the wife I might as well gone bowling like I'd planned to originally. Waste of time seeing a show like that one was. First show I've seen since Artist and Models and I'm going again to another show till there's another Artist and Models come to town. That was some show, that Artist and Models. "Satidy night? Oh, I'm going to the club with the wife and her sister and her husband. No, not a bowling club. A country club. No, no, it's in town, but it's a country club all the same. Hah, hah! I'll feel lousy the next morning, sure, but I only do it only once or so a month. That is to any very great extent, you know. You have to watch your step, you know. You can't burn the candle at both ends, as that poet said. Who? Yeah, Edna St. Vincent Benet. I read that poem some time back in that page in the Lit'ry Digest, you know. Or maybe it was in a book someone gave me once at Christmas or sometime. "No, I don't get time to read much. Oh, once in a while a magazine story. I like a good mystery story though. Only I don't get much time to read. I read a good one, a mystery story, a few weeks ago. I don't know who wrote it. Some fellow in New York who used to be on the New York po lice force, I guess. It was good, too. Darned good story. Quite a mystery to it. I like that kind of book. Some thing that holds your interest, you 26 THE CHICAGOAN know. Not just a study of a character or something. I don't get much time to read, you know. So I read only for pleasure, that's all. Not to talk about the book afterwards. Now this mys tery book I read. It had a very, very complicated sort of plot. Wait till I tell you. Oh, you get off here, do you? to Randolph. Well, so long. Glad to have had this little chat." Newspaper Morgue < < L_| ELLO. Yes, this is the refer - 1 1 ence room. Yes. Yellow stone Park? What city is it in? Your son, Albert, has to find out what city Yellowstone Park is in? It isn't in any city, m'am. It is, however, in Wyoming. No, m'am. Wyoming is a state, not a city. A state? Why, uh, that's a commonwealth, a unit of the United States. Yellowstone Park is also in Idaho and Montana. No, they are states, too. No. m'am. It is a large park. Just a minute, please, I'll find out . . . Hello, Yellowstone National Park is a little over 3,000 square miles in size. No, m'am. I don't think it is exactly square. But it covers 3,000 square miles. A square mile is measurement of area. No. Well, you've taken a walk around the block, haven't you? Well, the surface of that block is a square block, more or less, anyway. See? Is that per fectly clear? That's quite all right ..." The Outer Man Drawing the Color Line FIVE years ago nine men out of ten would have thought nothing of wearing a green tie with a blue shirt — to have worn a blue tie with that blue shirt would have been merely an accident . . . not at all pre meditated. Today those same men wouldn't think of combining the blue shirt and the green cravat. For, gentlemen, whether we admit it or not we have been accused — finally — of being "style- conscious." Yet it's not such a bad appellation. There's no doubt about it that the men of today in general are a better dressed group than ever before. And all because the ladies — bless 'em — have opened the way to a new world of color. There are certain basic color schemes which can't be overlooked especially when it comes to selecting accessories in men's apparel. Naturally you'll always find exceptions that prove the rule and I've seen one of the best dressed executives in this town wear a blue end-to-end madras shirt with a dark green, Charvais silk cravat and on him the combination wasn't bad. But where he was one person that could wear it and appear well-dressed in it, a hundred other men wearing the same combination would have been direct confederates to error. Blue is blue and green is green and ne'er the twain shall meet. And while we wouldn't strongly recom mend green shirts for most men there are several shades of this color that are not entirely out of the question. However, if you must wear green, we suggest you stick to white shirts with a green candy-stripe and let your cravat be governed by the color of the suit you are to wear. GRAYISH green is a suit shade we mentioned rather hysterically last issue. It's going to be popular m the season to come and you will hear and read a lot more about it. Now while it may be a very attractive color to look at in a bolt of cloth there aren't many men who can wear green in any shade to perfection. Most men who spend the majority of their winters in an office with no possibilities for a round of golf to put a little color in their cheeks enter the spring season with a pallor not the least bit enhanced by a gray-green suit. But for the man who selects such a fabric we urge a white shirt and a wine-red tie. The deep ruddiness ot the cravat will help materially in bringing a healthy glow back to the physiognomy. (That word is worth the price of this issue alone.) And this holds true generally in the matter of choosing neckwear. A warm color, such as a deep maroon, aids many a complexion when a colder color would accentuate sallowness. Let's go to Cambridge gray from our up-and-coming gray-green. This middle shade of gray could take for its spouse a gray madras shirt with a matching stiff collar. Its mate could be the wine-red tie we mentioned be fore; or a deep blue cravat with small silver or maroon figures will lend an air of contrasting distinctiveness. Your gray suit will also be glad to associate with a white shirt that car ries a tiny beetroot stripe. Your tie might be one ot several here. If you have a solid gray one you'll be pleased with the general effect. OH, so you're planning on a tan suit'.' Blue shirts go very well and .i brown or tan tie with a small all-over pattern in red is something everybody wont be wearing. Yes, you've guessed it . . . the red is necessary here for tan is another of those colors which bring out a lack of the "bloom of youth" and red coun teracts it. This tan and blue combina tion is ideal for a dark man. Endless are the combinations that could be described to you. What one man might wear perfectly probably would be another chap's nemesis. Your choice of accessories has to be governed almost entirely by two things your complexion and the color of your suit . . . and this pair of rules cm be applied in most cases: If you lack the good old "peaches- and-cream" complexion don't wear ties of green, tan, tobacco brown or black. If you're ruddy eomplexioned — by all means wear them. If you've got the skin men write cold-cream ads about (with all due respects and many cheers for your complexion, you under stand) wear anything you like. By the way any questions? Drop me a line. H. I. M. STIFF CUFF PENCILLINGS A love affair tint's merely current Is much more fun than if it weren't. Ladies in chiffons Shouldn't lead griffons. I wonder if perfumes by Prince Matchabelli Would smell Just as swell If his name were Pat Kelly. Folks who sign leases for kitchenette flats Should limit their fauna to Siamese cats. Who the hell are the instigators Oi doffing derbies in elevators? Affairs of love don't constitute A bachelor's greatest quand'ry. He's infinitely more upset By where to send his laundry. — DALE FISHER. THE CHICAGOAN 27 NO woman could go on month after month wearing the same old dress without getting droopy in the mouth. But if you have a nice array of clothes and still feel droopy, maybe it's a change of hair you need. Now don't dash off to the corner drug store for a bottle of peroxide because that's not what I meant at all. (Anyway, I've been asking the men a few ques tions and it seems they don't really prefer bl s. Oh, oh, sorry. That's intended for our next issue. You simply must read our beauty story then if you want sizzling news on what the modern male prefers in the way of wimmen. That's all right, ed, you never blurb for us so we have to blurb for ourselves once in awhile, don't we? But since a story in the hand is worth two in the next hearken to the news we have for you today. The original Monsieur Semon ar rived at Dorthy Gray's a few weeks ago with tidings of new hairdresscs and now his men up there are feverishly initiating their patrons into some fasci nating cuts and swirls. It seems that just as a few restless smartfolk got their hair down to where it stayed in place when pinned they became terribly tired of it all and are dashing in to be shorn by the scores. Nobody, of course, is going in for the extremely short thing, just those nice long feminine bobs that are lovely when they are good and hor rid when they are bad and messy. Don't get excited about it though if you still like your longish hair and can't bear to part with it. However, if you finally achieved the knot in the back of the neck only to wonder why you did it just remember that since short hair is every bit as fashionable as long— off with it! The newest idea, however, is a pleas ant little compromise that Semon has effected between the two schools of thought so that you can eat your cake and have it too. At the Dorothy Gray salon they are easing off the sides so that they are short and gradually slant into shoulder length at the back. It sounds queer but really isn't. In front you have the attractive youthful line of the bob and in back a pretty little knot, thus preserving the best features of each. (I don't think anyone would have given up the bob if it hadn't been for that problem of unsightly neck lines in back.) There is no perceptible break between the short sides and the long back. No, it's not like George Washington's wig, you silly. If you BEAUTY A New Idea or Two By MARCIA VAUGHN want to be really different with this new hairdress, or if you just want a swell wave and arrangement with the hair you have, run over and ask for either Antoine or Howard. IN this practically snow- less winter (at this writing anyway) dust and soot are whirling about the streets at an alarming rate. Even if you don't get hit in the eye by a particle large enough to be painful you are getting plenty of the fine irritating dust that is such a strain on eyes and makes them all red and bleary looking. This is a splendid time to get the nightly eye-wash habit. It's good for the eyes, soothes and rests them, and adds a lot to their sparkle and beauty. Fatigued eyes respond de lightedly to the Du Barry Eye Lotion, a gentle preparation in its bottle capped by a nice convenient eyecup. One of the specialists in eye beauty is Kathleen Mary Quinlan who has always devoted much of her skill and thought to these vital features. In a pretty early issue I am going to tell you all about her interesting eye treat ments, eye exercises, and the like, but in the meantime you might acquire a bottle of her delicious Eye-bath for the nightly soothing. She also has a won derful Eye Kit which contains all the preparations needed for care of the eyes, everything to keep you dewy- eyed, refreshed, and smooth away the squint lines, pouches and every aging hint. BUT you must not get the idea that Kathleen Mary Quinlan confines her efforts to the eyes. When you go to New York her facial treatments are something to write home about. While you are here you can revel in a home facial with the Strawberry Cream that is really good enough to eat. I haven't actually tasted it but it certainly looks and smells like fresh strawberry ice cream. And it feels just as cool when it's applied. The treatment is very simple. Simply spread it over the face and throat before the bath or while you are taking forty winks, leave it on about twenty minutes, wipe it off, and presto! Without any stinging sensa tion or any feeling but that cool, rest ful one the cream manages to stimulate the skin just enough to give you a lovely glowing look. No undue red ness but just a live pink and whiteness that is gorgeously youthful. It erases fatigue lines, banishes sallowness, and generally is the grandest idea for a quick pick-me-up before dressing. The Strawberry Cream has always been an important factor in the treatments given at the Quinlan salon and now that it is available in jars for home use I am moved to loud huzzas. IF you are one of those who have joined the procession in favor of fewer preparations you'll be delighted with Produits Hina. In this group there are several two and three pur pose articles that really fulfill all their purposes. Geranium Cream, for in stance, is a lovely fluid product with three functions in life. At night, after cleansing and tonic, spread it on gently, all over and into those sad little circles under the eyes and let it work. It acts as a skin food, astringent and mild bleach. The results, even after a few applications are quite thrilling. In the morning, a very little of it makes a lovely foundation cream that never never comes out in little shiny gobs. You'll enjoy the other products too --the cleanser and tonic — and the absolutely splendid cream rouge. I am a firm believer in cream rouge and find that this one is awfully easy to apply easily though it isn't the least bit greasy. It's a lovely natural color, too, and blends nicely with all shades of complexions. The products are available at Carson's and other stores. Refreshing in their quaint French bot tles — very feminine and subtly Vic torian in the new fashion. 28 THE CHICAGOAN THE STAGE A Case of Critical Weltschmerz By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN UNLESS one is a jolly old sadist, the job of writing notices about the theatre is not all beer and skittles. Most critics are benign gents in spite of their evil reputation. Many of them are full of Celtic warmth and cosmic sweetness — particularly the highly cultured reviewers on the news papers of this midwest Rialto. It is true that they like to take a play like Strictly Dishonorable, around which the New York scribes executed a war dance, and consign it to the dismal pit of mediocrity. There is also fun in tossing the impish snowball of ridicule at high-hatted pretension, or indulging in internecine warfare over the Good man theatre and other debatable questions. But performances like Sour Grapes at the Adelphi bring only a pervasive melancholy and a sense of life's de pressing irony. What can criticism add to the biting indictment of an audience's misplaced laughter? Fail ure is an awful thing. When you and I do our periodic flops, our audience is limited to a few business associates, but the actor who comes a cropper is more pitiably public than the bird whose toupee is blown off by a knav ish wind on the corner of State and Madison streets. Edna Hibbard stands in no need of our solicitation. As long as audiences dote on the flip gals of the half-world she will never be in need of a job. No one unlimbers the tough wisecracks with quite her pungency. That she does not belong in the role of a smart society dame is no one's fault but her own. At that her quick comedy af fords the only legitimate laughs of the evening. Miss Hibbard can be cheer fully dismissed with the prophecy that she will soon be otherwise employed. But Eugene O'Brien — there is an other story. In pre-Valentino days this wavy haired Adonis was chief thrill purveyor to thousands of candy-munch ing matrons in the cinema emporiums. When he clasped La Tallmadge to his manly bosom, the sub-conscious wish- life of thousands of flappers found ex pression. Then someone greased the toboggan, and Hollywood knew him no more. The Winchells of the time whis pered that his amorous proclivities an noyed one of the moguls of flickerdom. Be that as it may, after one or two abortive stage experiments no one knew him any more. For several years he has presumably been living on his in vestments. Now he comes back and on the open ing night the galleries, if one can judge by the hullaballoo, seemed filled with sympathetic females laden with senti mental memories. Unfortunately for Mr. O'Brien, the enthusiasm soon trans lated itself into a series of disconcerting laughs at inopportune moments. This probably added a further burden of nervousness to the most fidgetty per formance it has even been my displeas ure to witness. The lighting of a cigarette to create the illusion of debonair nonchalance is a thespian cus tom which needs restraint. The smart way to handle a gasper is to drag the nicotine down to the very boots and exhale it therefrom in a straight, hissing stream. Attempting to blow out pretty rings of smoke carries the obvious dan ger of leaving the mouth wide open. Few of us look well with our mouths open, and Mr. O'Brien is no exception to the rule. More extended comment on this extraordinary performance might seem critical rather than philo sophic. So with a mournful shake of the head we consign Sour Grapes to the garbage can, and pass to inspection of the cherry crop. The Boy Comes Home HORATIO ALGER might have written it. Once upon a time a gawky boy got a job at the old Essanay Studio up Wilson Avenue way. He played minor parts in some early movies. Then he went to Hollywood. Today his name is emblazoned a f<x>t high above the entrance of the Er- langer theatre; he is co-starred with a lovely foreign wife; he dashes on the stage in Act I, accoutred in a trig huzzar uniform and preceded by an orchestra of six gypsy fiddlers. The boy is named Rod La Rocque. Great country, America! And what a break to open the night after Sour Grapes. By contrast, Cherries Are Ripe seemed like a col laboration of Congreve, Sheridan, Oscar Wilde and Schnitzler. Of course, it is not that good. But John Emerson and Anita Loos have con cocted an agreeable frivolity around one of those Austrian love-kings who make us American men so self-con scious and boudoir-shy. The present Anatol is drafted by an apoplectic Baron to test the virtue of the latter's young and beauteous spouse. Herr La Rocque is not exactly the type one would expect to encounter in Sacher's Restaurant, but he portrays the flaneur with amusing aplomb and ingratiating charm. It is a test for an actor to have his entrance built up by remarks about how women merely have to cast one glance at him to sink weakly on a couch in pliant acquiescence. Such amorous paragons are likely to make the men in the audience itch for a grapefruit and wonder about their pitching arms. Rod escapes entirely this masculine hatred. I am a boorish fellow. Here I have been chatting about the husband while these type-writer keys are positively vibrating with eagerness to click out some perfumed phrases about Vilma Banky. The screen did a lot for her beauty, but not enough. It could not suggest the cream of her complexion nor the lustrous sheen of her wheat- colored hair. 1 have remarked before in this column that the talkies will never kill the stage until the camera can convey the warmth and pulsation of living flesh which will be never The revelation of pulchritude like Miss Banky's proves the point anew. The boon to your eyes in observing her compensates for the slight strain on your ears in trying to get her some what broken English. Theatre-going is one of the laziest sports in the world. Most seasoned drama-lovers abso lutely refuse to key their attentive powers above the inertia point. If an actor can not be understood -well, it is just too bad. But by her sincerity the lovely Vilma earns an alertness from even the most case-hardened. She is not perfectly cast in this airy trifle of soap-bubble lightness. Her rather stolid demeanor would fit better into a straight drama. However, the movie- fans who will undoubtedly THE CHICAGOAN 29 make up the bulk of the play's audi ences will find her adequate in acting and alluring in personality. Two other well-knowns, Ritchie Ling and Gavin Muir, deliver according to specifica tions, as is their wont. Mr. Muir is one of our more supercilious English boys. He makes you like his bland insolence. As the husband teetering on the brink of cuckledom, Mr. Ling, an actor of rich experience, squeezes the last drop of juice out of his limited share of the cherries. This Greater Fruit Week in the Drama needs only the revivals of The Apple Cart and Tangerine to give it a complete South Water Street flavor. Mr. Webster, the well known lexicographer, tells us that fruits are "edible, more or less succulent, prod ucts of perennial plants." If we are safe in regarding the theatrical busi ness as a "perennial plant," the rest of the definition fits Cherries Are Ripe. <zA Grecian Interlude ASHTOPHILOS STEVENS, Char- i\ mides Collins, Galoupos Borden and a couple of thousand other Greeks gathered as the Studebaker on a recent Sunday night for a single performance of Electra, given by Manka Cotopouli and her company. Unfortunately for the pundits of the press, the perform ance was given in modern Greek. Had it been in the original speech of Sophocles, they would have understood every word of it. If the language of the Greek Bern hardt was strange to local critics, her technique was even stranger. She was about as conventionally classical as the mad fly-eater in Dracula. In a ragged garment, which constantly threatened to fall off, she rolled about the floor, plucked at straggly hair, scratched her posterior protuberances, and yelled hoarsely at the audience for fifteen minute stretches. Most of the acting was done in complete disregard of other persons on the stage, except when Electra had the chore of per suading her sister to murderous re venge. Then Madame Cotopouli gave a fellow actress a massaging which would have put to shame the huskiest Swede who ever kneaded a thigh. Granting certain license to an actress depicting a form of insanity, I am still depressed by a sneaking hunch that such didoes are the bunk. The local Hellenes greeted it all with tumultuous enthusiasm. 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And it is delivered direct to vour door anywhere in Chicago or suburbs. Corinnis SPRING WATER Bottled and Distributed by HINCKLEY & SCHMITT 420 W. Ontario St.. SUPerior 6543 (Also sold at your neighborhood store) 30 THE CHICAGOAN at 608 S. Michigan BL Typical Grouping of the Fine Furniture on display at the factory wholesale showrooms of the Robert W. Irwin Co. FINE furniture is not necessarily ex pensive furniture, and while there are on display at the Robert W. Irwin Co., factory wholesale showrooms in Chicago, many groups and individual pieces that are unquestionably fine, the cost of which is in keeping with limited and exclusive productions, there are other suites of truly fine furniture (but produced in larger quantities) that are made for homes of modest incomes. This display is open the year around — a large showing of period furniture re productions and intelligent adaptations that will prove of exceptional interest to anyone who admires good designing and sound craftsmanship. These showrooms are maintained for the benefit of dealers, decorators, and their clients. You are welcome and will find an hour spent on these floors most enter taining. Wholesale practices prevail, but any desired purchases may be arranged through a recognized furniture dealer or decorator. Designers and Manufacturers of Fine Furniture for Fifty Years 608 S. Michigan BL CINEMA Cimarron By WILLIAM R. WEAVER PICTURES group, tor the purposes of this column, snugly and readily into three classes. Into the largest class fall those tinsel confections that tickle the risibilities of Moronia and can be dealt with here in about that many words. The second and much smaller group contains those pictures intelligently conceived and executed for what we might as well go on call ing the carriage trade; these require comment extended enough to bring them to attention of intelligent per sons, who never could guess the truth about them from cinema advertise ments or newspaper reviews. The third and smallest group, to which no addition has been made since Abraham Lincoln, is composed of those rare pro ductions equally valuable, entertaining and of interest to the intelligent, the dumb, the oldtime movie crowd and the oldtime theatre crowd, to all those souls reputedly created free and equal and rendered so by one of these pic tures for the period of its exhibition. All this verbosity by way of ceremony befitting the addition of Cimarron to this group. This verbosity, too, by way of object lesson — futile hope — for the chron ically verbose boys and girls of the press who invariably seize upon a pro duction of this rare kind as oppor tunity, license, even obligation, to write so fully, so at length and so badly about the subject that it takes all of a reader's courage to go and see the thing. It ought to begin to be clear to these folks, or to their editors or to somebody, that this kind of thing, well meaning and hopeful as it un doubtedly is, ranks as a major reason for the scarcity of this kind of pictures (the Mae Tinees kissed Abraham Lincoln to death). The important thing about Cimarron is that you must see it. I rob you of nothing it holds for you by analyzing it or by praising it. I merely guar antee your evening. zAnd the Others IF Cimarron hadn't come to Town in the same fortnight, the big attrac tion of the period would have been The Devil to Pay. For that matter, and in view of the terrifying praises heaped upon the Ferber film, it still may be the picture of the day for many. It is Lonsdale comedy, than which nothing could be more remote from Ferber drama, and it is the best of Lonsdale that the screen has had. English, gay, genuinely humorous and superbly acted by Ronald Colman and extremely able associates, it is your second duty. A quite differently sulphuric and yet not wholly unprofitable evening is to be had in contemplation of The Doorway to Hell. This may or may not be intended as a footnote to Mr. Pasley's Al Capone. Lew Ayres is the decidedly un-Caponcly gangster chief, but some of the incidents have familiar ring. This city is not named in the thing, but the gangster reads about himself in The Tribune and the Herald- Examiner and calls up his friends by Chicago telephone num bers. The killing is more convincingly done than usual, and there is unusual analysis of motivation. It is better than most productions in its pattern. The Royal Family is a film to see of course. It's rare good fun and it hasn't been tampered with, much, and Fredric March's burlesque is worth going miles to see. Ina Claire's lately reported disappointment with her work in it is mutual. THAT other headline actress, or actress of the headlines if you chcxise, Miss Clara Bow, is about town again and pleasantly amusing in a casual comedy called K[o Limit. It's less absurd than most of her stuff, al though absurd enough to be funny, and I wouldn't say you ought not spend the time if the Bow charms you. I do warn you, though, against Scandal Sheet. There's a sort of tradi tion that newspaper stories make bad movies and this one is as bad as they get. George Bancroft trudges through it like the bison he's rapidly becoming and the combined talents of Clive Brook and Kay Francis are not enough to restore interest. The play's a phe nomenally inexpert amalgamation of the Fourth Estate's four or five favor ite shop stories. Once a Sinner is the one about the good gal gone wrong who proves that THE CHICAGOAN 31 a wrong gal can go good, Dorothy Mackaill supplying the proof, a bit stridently in spots. A couple of nights later, if you see these in the order I did, this Once a Sinner turns out to be a somewhat emasculated version of The Easiest Way, down the street with Constance Bennett, and you note that what happens to bad girls nowadays isn't as bad as it used to be when that play was a wow on Broadway. I wouldn't bother about these. And, more emphatically, I'd save myself a bad hour with Ian Keith as The Boudoir Diplomat, which used to be The Command to Love . . . Keith is no diplomat and his boudoir manners are terrible. \S/l THE LOVE RACKET Long ago, Dan Cupid was a tender lad Who had A shapely bow With golden darts, Which he would aim With bold design, At youthful hearts, While hiding in a glass Of ruby wine. But alas! Dan Cupid changed his name, Became A racketeer, And now he wears a cap Drawn o'er one Eye and ear, And sets a wicked trap For some poor unsuspecting sap. Now with a sordid grin He waits behind a bottle of synthetic gin, To riddle hearts grown dazed and stupid, With bullets from his sawed-off gun. Well, though your game be modern, Cupid, In its cleverness, Making prose of rhyme, Remember others have done time For less. — CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS. BLACKOUT Scarlet Sister Mary or An unconvincing Barrymore. — DURHAM N. PLARR. CJ I CU u xlJJ L enc, A new Franklin ensemble for Spring .. .Topcoat, skirt and custom made hat of matching English tweed... Worn with specially designed hand knit ted sweater... comes in pastel and dark colors... © NEW YORK-16 East 53rd St. • PHILADELPHIA- 260 South 17th St. CHICAGO-132 East Delaware Place • PALM BEACH THE CHICAGOAN MUSIC Ganz Wunderbar By KOBERT POLLAK THE magical days of the Allied Arts, that defunct organization so important in the musical history of Chicago, came back again February 8 and 9 when the local chapter of the International Society for Contemporary Music (whew!) produced three stage works - - Gruenberg, Stravinsky and Falla — at the Goodman Theatre. As 1 get the story the genial and energetic Rudolph Ganz, aware with the rest of us that the local chapter of the I.S.C.M. had done nothing yet to justify its exis tence, went to John Erskine of the Juillard Foundation, told him what he had in mind and asked him \f the Foundation would be nice about the deficit. It turned out that the Founda tion would. So Ganz and sundry others rolled up their sleeves. The result no fooling— is history. To estimate these performances it were best to pass quickly over Gruen- berg's Creation. The composer's germ inal idea, to have a negro preacher chant his naive conception of the crea tion above a complicated musical pat tern, is a corker. But unfortunately the preacher, in the person of George Garner, negro tenor, had, at both per formances, a rotten cold. And I sus pect that even without the cold he has neither the voice nor the dramatic tal ent to put the work across. If you remember Show Boat it is easy to un derstand why Creation fared so much better at the hands of Jules Bledsoe in New York. At any rate Garner wan dered vaguely and uneasily through the score as if frightened by the tonal masses that piano and eight assorted instruments hurled at him. And it is only fair to say that Ganz, apparently oblivious to such trifles as colds, refused to sacrifice the weight physical or aesthetic —of the composition. The Society secondly presented Stra vinsky's Story of the Soldier, an ex periment in allegory for three dancers (Page, Scott and Cartier), a narrator (Sommers) and a chamber orchestra of eight pieces. This work, new to Chicago audiences, testifies again to Stravinsky's infernal facility for fol lowing the fashionable fads and fancies of the musical times. The Narrator, in costume and on the stage, recites in formally (and in idiomatic English by the way) the brittle little tragedy of the soldier who sells his fiddle to the devil for much ready cash. The Nar rator, as dens ex machina, not only ex plains the dramalet, but gives advice to the mute dancing symbols, and occa sion, illy even condescends to move the props a bit. The various episodes are separated, interrupted and accom panied by sardonic vignettes from the small orchestra on the stage. These musical epigrams are couched in the familiar Stravinskian language, harshly dissonant versions ot Russian folk tunes, fascinating metrical excursions, some grotesque Paris-Moscow ragtime, and a Lutheran chorale not too well hidden by blasphemous harmonies. The net effect is something tremen- dous. The little mystery play, sans music, has all the attributes of good drama. And the translation falls on our ears with all the pleasant familiar ity of the American language. But the music, at once so contemptuous and pitying, so very right in the quintes sential essence it contributes to the tragedy of the soldier, binds the stage piece together with silver wire. The Society's interpreters were fine, especially Scott as the protagonist. It is obvious that he has never had a chance to show his stuff at Ravinia. The appropriate decor was, of course, by Nicolas Remisoff. The Society's third achievement was Master Peter's Puppet Show, an inci dent drawn from Cervantes with mu sic by Falla, "acted by marionettes whose voiceless actions are interpreted by three singers and a chamber orches tra of thirty pieces accompanied by harpsichord." The inventory itself is fascinating, and so was the piece For its purposes Remo Bufano, eastern puppeteer, was imported. Dressed in black, on a lofty scaffold, he and his assistants moved the melancholy Don, his host Master Peter, and Trujamen the boy announcer, through the little opera. Quixote, the sorrowful knight, is entertained by Peter with an old tale of chivalry (a smaller puppet show within a puppet show), but the old man is so moved by the legend that, lest the villain catch the heroine, he demolishes the little images in the booth. As Peter weeps at the destruc- THE CHICAGOAN 33 tion the Knight apostrophizes Chivalry. Around this delicate incident Falla has written a score, fleet and sure, tinted with evocations of old-world Spain. Through its texture the harpsi chord part tinkles with antique flavor as if in tribute to Scarlatti. The pit orchestra, from the ranks of the Symphony, played excellently un der the guidance of Ganz. From its midst Joel Lay, Arch Cannon, and a very pretty gal named Josephine Haynes sang creditably the vocal score of this little masterpiece. Renter pre sided at what passed for a harpsichord. I hope this notice gives you an idea of the triumph of the I.S.C.M. To Messrs. Ganz, Reuter, La Violette and Bissel, to actors, singers, players and puppets, hearty congratulations and thanks. MR. STOCK'S championship of Miaskowsky proves that he can scent a master when there's one around. He has now introduced us for the first time, to the Tenth Symphony. It re veals the harsh lineaments of a morbid, nervous genius shut up inside a bomb. Miaskowsky translates the woes and the neuroses of his modern Russian world into musical terms strident and convulsive. He seems always about to burst from the pressure of his own in trospection. It leads him into cruel melodic flights, startling points of rest, an infernal orchestral ingenuity. To many his music is offensive for just the qualities I have mentioned above. But I cannot help believing that, at the mo ment, he is the greatest star in the Russian firmament. The orchestra sounded better than at any time this season. So you know how grand that was. OF a Sunday I heard Galli-Curci and Lhevinne and I have no fondness for either of these artists. The lady's great following I have never been able to understand. If she were once a great coloratura — and supposing — she is certainly one no longer. And her feeble rushes through arts songs of the encore variety — "my heart is like a feather in C major" leave me as cold as a Frigidaire. Lhevinne I heard only in the Brahms Paganini Variations. His large tech nique is of the slap dash variety and he seems to be out of practice. His ap proach to the piano is abrupt and I find him lacking in poetry. Yes, and it was a cloudy, gloomy Sunday afternoon besides. The GreenDrier and Cottages White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia America s Premier Jill -Year Resort Greatly Enlarged, with 350 Beautiful New Rooms, The Greenbrier RE-OPENS MARCH 2nd Fireproof Throughout 3 Golf Courses— 45 Holes Stables of Thoroughbred Horses Extensive Trails thru the Mountains 5 Championship Tennis Courts 72 00- Acre Park in the Alleghanies Superb Sunlit Indoor Swimming Pool New Landing Field— 2500x3600 ft World-Famous Hydro-Therapeutic Baths On Main Line Chesapeake & Ohio Ry. Thru Pullman Sleepers Lve. Chicago 1:00 P. M. Daily Ar. White Sulphur 7:33 A. M. 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You are so and so says one, and the other without denying it retorts: But just see what you are However, by the time candidate num ber one, namely the author, has gone on with his remarks indefinitely, and candidate number two, namely Abra ham Lincoln, hasn't answered him back, it suddenly comes over you that he isn't in a position to, in other words that this isn't a mayoralty campaign after all. Edgar Lee Masters comes, so to speak, from the Lincoln country. Therefore his Lincoln the Man may perhaps be written off for an example of prophets being without honor. As a biography of Lincoln it is all that you would have thought Rupert Hughes' Washington was from the way the D. A. R. talked about it. ^American Paris Again AN idea for writing stories once i occurred to me. Just borrow all the plots of Boccaccio- or all that are capable of being made respectable and give them a modern setting. It occurred to me also that Dante's Paolo and Francesca might be retold, calling the characters Paul and Frances and letting them live in, say, Des Moines, Iowa. Something the same idea has ap parently occurred to Anne Green, cheerful sister of the cheerless Julian. In her new novel Reader I Married Him, she has borrowed a theme out of Grimm and the Arabian Nights. You wish for something, change your mind, change it again, and presently your djinn simply gives up. When the story opens, the heroine is in distress. Her lover has become engaged. To an heiress. Which Catherine very definitely isn't. She exhausts the resources of her West In dian mulatto maid, and then decides to get some real magic. Whereupon love, ducats, everything start rolling her way. The ducats however have a catch m them, and the love turns out to be simply catch within catch. The scene is again American Paris. You can even imagine people recog nizing themselves — or their houses. Like The Sclhys, Reader I Married Him is a good entertainment. *:)f/x Mencken's Book LAST September when H. L. Menck- — en finally married one of his Mercury discoveries, it was announced that the lady was also about to have a book. Here it is: The Ma\ing of a Lady, by Sara Haardt. Conceived in tru<: Mercury style. The social nuances of an Alabama city studied as inti mately as Ruth Suckow has ere now studied similar nuances in Iowa. It frequently happens in first novels by authors who have previously written short stories, that a considerable span of time is covered. Here the span is, however, needed. The point being that Beulah is to climb from the position of semi poor- white to the social peak, and that in a southern city possessing a Confederate aristocracy nothing short of a World War could have made such a climb possible. The town of Meridian is vividly in Miss Haardt's pages: its magnolias and its select ladies" seminary, its chil- dren and their colored nurses in the park, its old General starting parades exactly on time. The negroes and their lingo are charming. The minor char' actors, notably Ellie, the poor white whom the heroine's father had mar ried by mistake, are pictures as con vincing as they are ruthless. With re gard to the major characters, Beulah and Stark, it is safe to say this much: that you can easily guess what types the author had in mind. Local Boy STILL another new Chicago novelist appears on the horizon this fort night, namely David Burnham with This Our Exile. He is a very young author, not more than just out of Princeton, but he has shown antique wisdom in sticking to his own ma terial, writing to the rhythm of term time alternating with holidays, filling TUCCWICACOAN 35 each with appropriate event, and dis cussing older people only as youth sees them. The tragedy set forth is a mat ter of everyday life and has an al most photographic distinctness. Father, not yet fifty, getting endocarditis, mother nursing him, and changing from the good-fun person who used to be mistaken for your sister. The narrator's brother marrying the nar rator's girl. The family ship crashing into splinters on the rock of fathers death. T>at Ole Da -Si I Gangwar I HAVE often wondered whether it is quite literary for critics to re view books about gang warfare. And whether, having reviewed them, we are as much to be trusted as when we re view say a dainty sheaf of lyric poems. At a recent Midland Authors lunch eon however I sat near one local writer who thinks a statue may have been erected to him in Capua, and another who drops in at all the Italian cities each spring. And they were say ing that in mediaeval Italy Al Capone would simply have been an eminent robber baron illustriously putting our town on the map. So, on the ground that a critic might easily be a student of Italian history, I shall hasten to point out that The One- Way Ride: The Red Trail of Chicago Gangland from Prohibition to ]a\e Lingle, by Walter Noble Burns is undoubtedly the best one book about gangland that has so far been written. Some of you probably knew Big Jim Colosimo and Dale Winter: if so you may find your name among the diners mentioned on page three. I didn't. But I do now. By the simple expedient of making characters out of his gang sters plus sounding comfortably sure even about things that nobody is sure about, Mr. Burns has put those of us who came late for the show on a foot ing with the earliest arrivals. SONG OF ENVY Tou have those disillusioned eyes Tve always tried so to acquire, Tou loo\ so weary and so wise, Tour heart is ashes left from fire; There's tragedy within your glance, I envy you your nonchalance. I hate myself for being sappy: I can't help showing I am happ\! — MARY CAROLYN DA VIES. 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It's going to be a good year, a merry and exciting one, across the seas, so those plans should be started in plenty of time to assure satisfying results in the way of accommodations and serv ice abroad. It's not too early, for instance, to think about Bayreuth if you are one of those who think about Bayreuth. The trio of conductors who have been announced for the Wagner festivals will assuredly draw big crowds. Tos- canini is to conduct all performances of Tannhauser and several of Parsifal — and that is really worth a trip across all by itself. Furtwaengler and Elmen- dorff will do the other performances. Tickets are already on sale. Another German event of impor tance will be the international automo bile races at the Nuerburg Ring (no relation to Wagner's Nibelung). This is held in July, and competitors recog nized by their own national automobile clubs may enter their cars now. The Nuerburg Ring is one of the most picturesque in the world, and the largest. 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You take trains when you want to, through long stretches or dazzling ones like the St. Gothard route, you fly when you feel like it, and still have the services of a private automobile whenever and almost wherever you want it. Some of the interesting trips planned are through classic Sicily, Greece, Scotland and Ireland, excur sions from Vienna to Semmering or Salzburg (remember those splendid music festivals in August), through the Bavarian Highlands and the Tyrol, the Dolomites in fact anywhere you want to go. w\ Then, again, maybe you want to do it all up in the air. Huge, luxurious planes with lounge rooms, dining rooms and all sorts of comforts, fly just about everywhere in Europe. You may arrange a complete air tour and do every country you want to do in a short time and still have plenty of leisure wherever you touch the ground. Incidentally, if you wire ahead, a plane will be waiting for you when you reach Southampton or Cherbourg to rush you on to London or Paris. Getting back to the air on this side, I hope you know by this time that there are splendid daily services from Chicago to New York. Planes leave at eight and nine in the morning and you get to New York about six o'clock in the evening. If you don't want to go all the way by air you can connect with Pennsylvania trains at Columbus and make it in almost the same time. And the cost? Just about four dollars more than the regular train and Pull man fare. Gather your details at the Air Passenger Bureau in the Palmer House, and take off. PLANES, trains and ships have joined hands to offer one gorgeous trip that should solve the problems of all those who want to get away — far away — but haven't much time. You may fly or go by rail to Los Angeles, there embark on one of the shining TI4QCUICAG0AN 37 PURE WATER Natural Spring Water "The Purest and Softest Natural Spring Water in the World" Is So Satisfactory Distributed by Chippewa Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 S. Canal St. Roosevelt 2920 TJou urill find the Coronado a place for a daij, a week or a month. Moderate Tariff. Four restaurants. Coffee Qrill. Itlammq Shop. ISHAM JOriES and his Band. !H/^ SfeHoteL ^JLoronado SAINT LOUIS, MISSOURI new motorships of the Panama-Pacific line and have a soothing, leisurely, colorful and non-Prohibition trip down the coast of Mexico, through the Canal and up to New York. From there, hop a train or plane and back to the gray home in the west, with all ar rangements handled for you and one price covering everything. The offices of the Panama-Pacific line will fix it up for you. Professor Einstein, by the way, had the time of his life on his voyage through the Canal when the Belgen- land carried him from New York to San Diego. Everything was wunderbar and Winfield Thompson, field agent of the International Mercantile Marine, reports some engaging details. When the ship hit southern waters the pro fessor appeared on deck informal but comfortable, wearing a pongee pajama jacket instead of his regular coat. And when the weather became really trop ical he just wore the whole pajama suit. Everyone smiled indulgently. Einstein started his voyage with one hat, a big black felt which began to be distressingly hot. On shipboard, of course, he roamed around with his white mane flying coolly in the wind but when they nearcd Havana, where he was to be received by a delegation of notables, the problem became acute. No one on board had a light hat big enough but finally the band leader produced a Panama that would do. Someone cabled ahead (I'll bet it was Mr. Thompson) and when the pro fessor met the delegation he was pre sented with a magnificent Panama, the lightest and finest in the island, as a mark of esteem. That's what relativity does for you. Late winter and early spring is the perfect time for a quick dash to one of the southern springs. The exhilarat ing outdoor life, a bit of advance golf, carefree gayety, and there you are — fit as a racehorse in even as short a space as a week. Swell after a tussle with the flu, the market, or the Season. Famous old Greenbrier at White Sul phur Springs is stepping out with brand new clothes the first of March and promises to add new luxuries and gayety to its historic charm. The place, you know, dates back to Revolutionary days and the spirit of the old south has been very skill fully retained in spite of all the moder nity of pent-house apartments, smart Casino, three golf courses, and airport. 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 ** TJIKK 15LHE Sheridan Road at Surf Street 'Bittenweet 3S00 38 THE CHICAGOAN M EXICO AND Central America TOURS Short, inexpensive, ideal winter journeys with escort Charming excursions through Mex ico of 20 days' duration; others through Mexico and Central Amer ica of 38 days' duration. Mexico City, Pyramids, Orizaba, Guadala jara, 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 February 28th and every two weeks thereafter. Write for booklet fully describing the tours, with exact rates from your city. Ajmerican Express Travel Department Chicago, 70 East Randolph St. Indianapolis, Ind., 259 So. Meridian St Milwaukee, Wis., 779 North Water St. American Express Travelers Cheques Always Protect Tour Funds ROCOCO HOUSE 161 E. Ohio St. Smorgasbord Special Sunday Dinner 1 o'clock 9 Dinner Every Day 5—9:30 Thursday Special Squab Dinner Tel. Delaware 3688 Sound or Silent . . .Motion Pictures — The Art The CINEMA ART GUI I J) is Pleased to Pre sent as its First All-Talking l'ieture the Screen Adaptation of SUTTON VANK'S FAMOUS 1M.AY 'OUTWARD BOUND' The Most Intelligent Drama Since the In troduction of Sound to the Screen W I T 1 1 LESLIE HOWARD, DOUGLAS FAIRBANKS. JR., DUDLEY DIGGES, HELEN CHANDLER. BERYL MERCER A Strange. Overwhelming Tale of Two Young Lovers Who Challenge Satan and Jehovah A FOUR STAR PRODUCTION Unusual Short Subjects 1 P. M. Continuous 11 P. M. Sat. and Sun., 75c CINEMA Chicago Avenue Just East of Michigan Boulevard SHOPS ABOUT TOWN Spring Pleasantries By THE CHICAGOENNE YES, we thought so last year, and the year before that. And people were probably saying the same thing baek in the horrendous days of the bustle. But this time it's really true. The elothes are lovelier than ever, in this spring of 1931 ! Not only are they lovely in the shops, but they arc lovely when you get them on at home, which is the modern coutourieres' triumph. There are so many different types that there's no excuse for the wail of two seasons back that "I just can't wear these new dresses." Gone are difficult lines, set rules on skirt-lengths, monot onous one-color ensembles. Here are waistlines normal, high or low; eve ning hemlines that may touch ankle, instep or floor, according to the desire of the purchaser; jackets of all kinds from tiny capelet to knee-length, to break the trying back line; sleeves that stop anywhere on the arm; color con trasts that arc as refreshing as rain after a drought. She who can't find something becoming as well as fash ionable in collections as varied as these might just as well give up trying, and revert to ye olde middy uniform. A swift dip into Field's custom department shows all sorts of new trends. They have taken printed chiffon out of the hackneyed class and made it something to ecstasize about (there is a word). Chiffons in deep glowinq colors are heightened bv a satin fleck here and there. Tiny silver satin leaves woven into a field of flam boyant printed flowers are absolutely beautiful and give a new distinction to chiffon. RED and pink notes are frequently introduced. A red chiffon eve ning frock has one of the new little velvet shoulder capes, no bigger than a huge round collar. These interest ing little capes promise to wax IMPORTANT in spring and summer showings. A white chiffon, very dainty and cool looking, has an outline pattern in red, which steps it out of the insipid class. These outline pat terns are among the newest in figured fabrics. Black dresses are often touched up with pink stitching, cm- broidery and bindings. Watch this black and pink note; it's good. A wrap around dress, also at Field's, in silk eyelet embroidery, ties over a pink slip, very fetching. An aquatone voile is delicately trimmed with rows and rows of fine tucking and hand work. Embroidered dots are in great favor for all-over trimming on dresses. The fragile feminine type that has hankered for fine embroideries and laces all these tailored years can cer tainly go in for them in a big way now. Many dresses have the hip length or knee-length tunic, and suits show tunic-like blouses worn over the top of the skirt. Practically no tuck-ins anywhere, thank heaven. Suit blouses are very feminine and soft about the way they jine up with skirts. There is no crisp, shirtwaist break that only the stripling teens can get away with. A few weeks ago we remarked admiringly on some smart felt hats with kid bands and bows and now at Field's a sportive black and white coat dashes out with white kid belt and white kid cuffs. The idea of contrast is everywhere. Two or more different colors are employed in many suits, the skirt one color the coat another. Large coin spots appear on jackets that are worn with solid color dresses, and some designers skillfully blend three, four or a whole rainbow of colors. All of them, incidentally, are brilliant and rich; the pastels are in temporary eclipse. Hey, nonny, nonny, it's going to be a bright world. PEARLIE POWELL introduces some gorgeous color and contrast notes. A splashy print in dazzling tangerine and oyster white makes a lovely evening dress and the inevitable short jacket is in solid color, tangerine too. A smaller print of tiny closely bunched yellow flowers on a black ground this is another important new note- has a contrasting top of solid yellow in yoke effect. And a yellow silk jacket of course. Many of the jackets are boleros or capes or waist-line affairs but in one black and white chiffon Pearlie Powell turns the separate jacket into a little coat that goes way down, almost to the TMECUICAGOAN 39 knees. The dress itself shifts from chiffon to tiers of fine black Chantilly from knee to hem, and the jacket is of the same cobwebby lace. These gay- little coats are more than entrancing, they are downright practical. They make dinner, theatre or Sunday night dresses out of evening frocks and yet don't look like makeshifts because the coat, cape or bolero is so cunningly designed that it is an integral part of the costume. The black and pink note pops up here in a stunning black crepe dress with a wide satin collar in the faintest possible pink starting high on the left collar bone and sweeping beautifully across the front to end at the waist and trickle into a touch of pink on the narrow belt. That black and white may be just as thrilling as ever, in spite of its run of Abie's- Irish-Rose SMART SHOP DIRECTORY sports • afternoon • evening ORRINOTON HOTEL R A N C E S R 1660 East 55th STREET AT HYDE PARK BOULEVARD *i*> J>» »$>¦ OF *» |-|ale GRACIOUS DIGNITY FOR THE MATRON AND THE CHARM OF YOLITII FOR THE YOUNCFR StT c Hen** ing FURS 108 N. State St. 220 Stewart Bldg. of distinction Suite 201 Pittsfield Building proportions, is proved in one of the most chic street outfits I ever saw. The dress of sheer black wool has a yoke of white eyelet embroidery. The collar less coat, buttoning high on one side with a slight military air is awfully new because it has no collar and be cause the sleeves are three-quarter length with a wide band of baby caracul making a flat cuff. Colors are ingeniously blended in the Powell knit suits. One soft, loose weave makes a two-piece pink suit, the top with de lightful little dabs of sleeves, and its scarf is a melting harmony of brown, gray, green and pink stripes. With the green repeated in hat and bag it makes a masterly ensemble. SPRING sports and the rush to the country should always be preceded by a visit to Marjorie Lett's charming shop on Walton Place. She has per fect golf things, naturally, and heaps of those splendid Scotch sweaters in the softest of soft wools. Then there are ever so many dresses and suits to make week-ends at smart country places a howling success. Look for things like her green suit with a little beige blouse trickily employing some of those dashing new buttons and worn with a swanky collarless coat, bright green, white and black striped scarf. Or like her bois de rose suit turned out dashingly with black velvet cuffs and collar; or a white with wrap-around skirt tied on with a band of deep blue which is repeated in the scarf, short sleeved blouse gathered at each hip, and three-quarter length coat bursting into three smart pressed-out pleats down the back. The wool fabrics here arc all unusual French ideas and there is a multi-colored knit fabric that makes the best-looking knockabout dresses. The tennis dresses and two- piece linen country dresses are as prac tical as they are attractive. If a white tennis dress with tiny navy blue, short- sleeved jacket doesn't improve your back-hand, I'm just a voice in the wilderness, that's all. Items It seems we made a mistake, so we duck into small type to explain. Some weeks ago, in reporting Frank Sullivan's interest ing new shop on Chicago Avenue, we said he had taken the house formerly given over to the interesting creations of Thilde Lind- heimer. So he has, but in giving the im pression that Miss Lindheimer had left the Chicago scene we erred. This we discovered upon bumping into her, right in town, and very busy with plans for a new shop to w. - W, Shoreland originates a unique party service! . . . . Shoreland now offers an original catering and parly service. Now we provide original suggestions — a pro gram from start to finish— the idea of the party — every thing to make your party in dividual, outstanding, original — unique from very start to successful conclusion. Whatever the occasion — let us show you how Shore- land can give your party brilliant novelty never an ticipated before. HOTEL SHORELAND 55th Street at the Lake Telephone Plaza 1000 Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices 1007 Rush Street FLANUL FELT HATS For the smartly dressed man TARE OEST Randolph «»</ Wobo.h ••• CHICAGO FINE CLOTHES for MEN and BOYS which all the smart girls who know how smart they can be in Lindheimer costumes will flock once more. . . . Wherever we go we find everyone playing at games as feverishly as ever so it's not amiss to add a word about the new multigammon boards and tables up at Field's. These have four divisions instead of two and thus two, three, or four may play at backgammon, instead of having two players and two kibitzers every time a couple drops in for the eve ning. Demonstrations and lessons in both backgammon and multigammon are given every day on the fourth floor. They're fun — and helpful. 40 TI4E CHICAGOAN Three Luxurious Apartments I I I HjACH apartment is in a de luxe Building with well-trained staff. 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TOWN TALK [hi-oin on page 19] stormtossed Post now see a searchlight ol possible succor in the misty horizon. The paper, which was to have sent up its last rocket coincident with the last number ot Town Talk, experienced a thrilling last moment reprieve, result ing in a thirty-day receivership under (Iconic GeU and the hope that a good Old Custom was to find a good New Customer. The Post's quondam Riq had a long and heartfelt obituary for the old ship up his sleeve, but is happy not to have to use it, and instead fires a salvo oi' his best wishes for a new head of steam in the old engines. "Parlor Trick WE still don't know what to do with a spinet desk, but if you care for the sound of the oldfashioned harpsichord, Donna Parker says all you have to do is stick thumbtacks in the hammers of a modern piano, (as was done at the recent Gcxxlman con cert) so that the metal instead of the felt will strike the strings. 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