arch 14,1931 rice 15 Cents IJi«(»eKnk-* tano'erels . Tlie Troglodyte* Tumbles *Cave or Cliff dweller; NOT of the 220 South Michigan Cliff Dwellers Troglodyte by Field Museum. Lion by Edward Kcmcys. Nature Faking by Daily Neros Art Staff. The person with the prognathous jaw and the natural fur trimmings is one of our best known anchorites who has just discovered how horribly out of it he has been all these years. ($ Reading the society columns of The Daily News is a social education to even the more in-and-about-town than our Troglodyte. Mrs. Jessie Ozias Donahue is dean of the city's social Boswells. She knows the urban Who's Who ... which of who is authentically who and intimately why and how they're who. Her daily grist from the town houses, country estates and spas — bright and romantic hust ings of the elect — sparkles with familiar and illustrious names. ^ No one who cares would think of missing The Daily News society columns. Are you ? ^ And for your inconsiderable investment there's O'Brien on Books, Stinson on Music, Lewis jt>s smarC t0 reaci on the Theater, Provines on the frivol and Casey TU£ DAILY NE W S on the broad humor of this lively town of ours. Chicago's home newspaper TUECWICAGOAN 1 ON ONE SIDE DOWN ON THE OTHER Rose Valois' last word for Spring — this draped beret of laize straw and peau d'ange, a luminary among the new Paris models in our French Millinery Room, Fifth Floor MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY 2 TWECWICAGOAN THEATRE pJltusical MTHREE LITTLE GIRLS— Great North ern, 26 W. Jackson. Central 8240. Romance through several generations of Viennese with love triumphant at the end and grand music. With Charles Hedley and Natalie Hall. Curtain, 8:20 and 2:20. Evenings, $3.85; Saturday, $4.40. Wednesday mat., $2.50; Satur day, $3.00. +FLTIXG HIGH— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Typical George White show, which means color and speed. And that Bert Lahr fellow sure is funny. Oscar Shaw is featured, too. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.85. Saturday mat., $2.50. Reviewed in this issue. +EARL CARROLL'S SKETCH BOOK— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Will Mahoney, William Demarest and The Three Sailors in a quick return engagement. (Hello! Commissioner Al- cock!) Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.85. Saturday mat., $2.50. "Drama -K/ON£ST— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Thomas Ross in just another of those clean American domes tic comedies, assisted by Percy Helton. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. ^CHERRIES ARE RIPE— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Vilma Banky and Rod La Rocque in an agreeable comedy of Austrian amours written by John Emerson and Anita Loos. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Satur day, $3.00. Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday mat., $1.50. +TORCH SONG— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. A torch singer in a cabaret goes Salvation Army and feels pretty sorry about it all. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. *ART AND MRS. BOTTLE — Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Jane Cowl and Leon Quartermaine in the Dramatic League's seventh play, which is about a mother who has been on the loose for twenty years and comes home to find domestic matters all jammed up. Curtain, 8:20 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wednesday and Saturday mat., $2.50. Reviewed in this issue. Twelfth Night opens March 16. -KMARIUS — Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Otis Skinner in a roman tic drama of a sailor's life in old Mar seilles. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.00. Thursday and Saturday mat., $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— Makeup, by Dieperin\-Langereis - Cover design Current Entertainment Page 2 Sport Dial 3 Editorial 7 Rest Cure at the Ritz, by Arthur Mee\er, ]r 9 Vignettes, by Marcia Masters 11 Palmolive Nights, by Henry C. Jordan 12 Working for Hearst, by James Weber Linn n Humor, by Jerry Bryant 15 When "Whoopee" Was a War Cry, by Wallace Rice 16 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 17 Jest, by Burnham Curtis 18 Connoisseur, by Sam Van Dyne 19 Still, by Sandor 20 Conversation, by Philip Xesbitt 21 Tables for Two, by Robert Polla\ 22 The Stage, by William C Boyden 23 Chicagoana, by Donald Plant 25 Music, by Robert Polla\ 26 Books, by Susan Wilbur 28 March of the Hours, by Alion Hart ley 34 Go, Chicago, by Lucia Lewis 30 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 32 Shops About Town, by The Chicago- enne 36 The Dance, by MarJ^ Turbyfill 38 The Outer Man, by H. I. M 40 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 4! +THE ADDING MACHINE— Goodman Memorial, Lake Front at Monroe. Cen tral 4030. Elmer Rice's expressionistic drama that is a bit different from most of the things you've seen. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Friday mat., $2.00. To be reviewed later. +THE NINTH GUEST— Adelphi, 11 N. C!ark. Randolph 4466. Rather divert ing mystery about a party in a pent house, the members of which are killed in some sort of order. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. To be reviewed later. THE LAND OF OZ— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. The fourth and last of the Junior League's plays for children. So you'd really better stop in with the family and sec how good it is. Saturday mornings at 10:30. Ticket prices, $1.50, $1.00, $0.50. PENROD — Goodman Memorial, Lake Front at Monroe. The third of the Goodman matinees ior children and a stage adaptation of Booth Tarkington's popular boy's book of other years. Sat urdays at 2:30. Ticket prices, $1.00, $0.75, $0.25. CINEMA THE HEW MOON- -Lawrence Tibbett and Grace Moore in a swell and tuneful picture. (See and hear it.) REACHIHG FOR THE MOON— Doug Fairbanks does the reaching, and misses. (You miss it, too.) THE RIGHT OF WAT -Conrad Nagel gets a good part in something Queen Victoria might have liked. (You wouldn't.) MANT A SLIP —In fact too many. (Don't.) FATHER'S SON— Lewis Stone, Irene Rich and Leon Janney in a fine, simple little domestic sketch sans sex and bloodshed. (Go.) STOLEX HEAVEN— Nancy Carroll in a good idea that gets lost early. (Forget it.) THE TRUTH ABOUT TOUTH— Un true, not to say uninteresting. (No.) MUSIC CHICAGO STMPHONT ORCHESTRA -Orchestra Hall, 216 S. Michigan. Harrison 0363. Regular subscription program. Friday afternoons, Saturday evenings. Twelve Tuesday afternoon concerts, two scries 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. [continued on page four] Thk Cuicagoan — Martin J. Ouigi.ky, Publisher and Editor: W. R. Wkavkk, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by the Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 565 Fifth Ave. Los Angeles Office: 1005 North Cahuenga St. Pacific Coast Office: S'mpson-Reilly, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $.!.[)() annually; single copy 15c. Vol. X, No. 13— Mar. 14, 1931. Copyright 1931. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWECWICAGOAN 3 I & U\ BASEBALL Chicago Cubs and Los Angeles, at Los Angeles, March 13, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19. Pittsburgh, at San Francisco, March 20, 21, 22. Oakland, at Oakland, March 23. San Francisco, at San Francisco, March 24, 25, 26, 27, 28. Chicago White Sox and Houston, at Houston, March 7, 8. New York Giants, at San Antonio, March 14, 15. University of Texas, at Austin, March 17. New York Giants, at Houston, March 21, 22: at San Antonio, March 28, 29. FENCING Big Ten meet at the University of Illinois, March 13-14. GOLF Annual Bermuda Amateur Championship, Riddell's Bay, Bermuda, March 10-14. Bermuda Women's Championship, RiddclFs Bay, Bermuda, March 17-21. Southeastern Open Championship, Augusta, Georgia, March 30-31. GYMNASTIC Big Ten meet at the University of Illinois, March 13-14. HOCKEY Blackhawks Chicago Stadium against Boston, March 12; Toronto, March 15. HORSE RACING Havana-American Jockey Club, Havana, Cuba, through March 31. Bowie, Maryland, March 3 1 -April 11. Havre dc Grace, Maryland, April 13-25. MOTOR BOAT SHOW National Motor Boat Show, Motor Boat Mart, Navy Pier, April 24-May 3. TENNIS Florida East Coast Championship at the Tennis Club, Ormond Beach, March 9-14. Southern Professional Championship at the Tennis Club, Palm Beach, March 10-14. Southeastern Championship at the Tennis Club, St. Augustine, March 15-20. 4 TI4ECWICAG0AN [listings begin on page two] WOMAN'S SYMPHONT ORCHESTRA OF CHICAGO— Goodman Memorial, Lake Front 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. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White hall 7600. Where the bridge begins, and catering to the masculine tastes, also. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. Well served and well at tended and they'll check your dog, you know. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wabash 1088. Fine victuals and service and soothing surroundings. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Russian-Euro pean cuisine and a concert string trio. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 3688. Swedish menu and unstinted hors d'oeuvres well worth your while. PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harri son 1975. There's always that view of the lake and food is equally fine. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. Abounding with Teutonic foodstuffs and Continental quiet. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. For break fast, luncheon, tea and dinner. In a mod ern setting. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. New Orleans-Parisian catering and always so hospitable. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Efficient and pop ular with a nice variety of foodstuffs. CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. For luncheon, tea and dinner and always catering to the epicure. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Bldg. No matter where you are, there's always one con venient. JACQUES— 540 Briar Place, Lakeview 1223. French catering and service and a pleasant atmosphere. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Thoroughly Spanish as to cooking, atmosphere and service. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 8922. Purveyors of notable steaks and sandwiches to the late-at-nighters. JULIEN'S— 1009 Rush. Delaware 4341. Huge portions and Mama Julien's broad smile and you'd better 'phone for reser vations. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. A bless ing in a locale where good restaurants are scarce. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. Substantial menu, superb coffee and, of course, no music. KAU'S— 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Sound, hearty German dishes for those of hearty appetite. NiNE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. A very splendid place for perfect and formal luncheon or dinner. zJxComing — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTOHE HOTEL— 656 S. Mich igan. Harrison 4300. The polite and formal Blackstone service and catering are traditional. Margraff directs the String Quintette and Otto Staack greets. DRAKE HOTEL Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Verne Buck and his orchestra and the superior Drake menu and atmosphere. A la carte serv ice with Peter Ferris in charge. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Saturday, $2.50. Table d'hote dinner in the Italian Room, $2.00. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Randolph 7500. The Palmer House or chestra plays in the Empire Room; din ner, $2.50 and Mutschler in attendance. In the Victorian Room, dinner, $2.00; Gartmann in charge. Chicago Room, dinner, $1.50 and Horrmann is there. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A large, lively establish ment with Harry Kelley and his orchestra and three acts in the main dining room; dinner, $2.00; no cover charge. A trio plays in the Colchester Grill; dinner, $1.50. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Ben Bernie and his or chestra at College Inn. Thursday is The atrical Night. Maurie Sherman and his band play for tea dances and Gene Fos- dick is at the Bal Tabarin Saturday evenings. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Con gress. Harrison 3800. Jan Garber and his orchestra play in the Pompeiian Room during the dinner hour and later in the Balloon Room, where the service is a la carte and no cover charge. Tele phone Ray Barrete for reservations. HOTEL LA SALLE— La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Husk O'Harc and his boys, perennial favorites here, play in the Blue Fountain Room for a crowd of nice, young people. Dinner, $1.50. Supper, $1.00. No cover charge. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL -5349 Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Phil Spitalny and his outfit play in the Marine Dining Room. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, formal, $2.00. Dinners, $2.00 and $2.50. KHICKERBOCKER HOTEL — 161 E. Walton. Superior 4264. The magnificent new ballroom is perfectly suited to pri vate parties. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.50; in the Coffee Shop, $1.00. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. A pleas ant place with an ample menu and alert service. Convenient for the southside diners-out, especially. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. Gifford is in charge. BELMOHT HOTEL- 3 156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Catering that is above reproach and equally notable service, especially for the northsidc diners. No dancing and dinner, $2.00. SHORELAHD HOTEL 5454 Sout h Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The usual fine Shoreland cuisine and hospitality make it one of the more popular south- side rendezvous. Dinner, $2.00. SEHECA HOTEL 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menu in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the diner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. BISMARCK HOTEL— 111 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Where service is a duty and the German dishes are a pleasant memory. Grubcl is head waiter. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. One of those knowing places where service and cuisine are impeccable. Dinner, $2.50; no dancing. Langsdor is maitre. 3REVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. Here the fine old tradi tions of American culinary art are pre served. Sandrock is head waiter. Dusk Till Dawn COLOSIMO'S 2126 S. Wabash. Cal umet 1127. Bernie Fischer and his or chestra play and there is a floor show of a different sort. A la carte service. No cover charge at any time and dinner, $1.50. CLUB ALABAM -747 Rush. Delaware 3260. Chinese and Southern menu and Willie Ncwbcrgcr and his band and a clever revue. Cover charge, $1.00. FROLICS — 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kalcy and his boys play the tunes and there's a floor show with several well known entertainers. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. MACK'S CLUB— 12 E. Pearson. White hall 6667. Harry Glyn and Trudy Da vidson arc featured in the revue and Jules Novit and his orchestra turn out the music. Cover charge, $1.00. CASA GRANADA- 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Paul Whiteman and his big orchestra make grand music and the floor show is far and away above the ordinary. There is no cover charge. Billy Leather is head waiter. PETRUSHKA CLUB— 165 N. Michigan. Dearborn 4388. Much Russian atmos phere and entertainment and an Amer ican revue, Eddie Varoz and his orches tra and all very unique. Dinner, $2.00; no cover charge. BLACKHAWK -139 N. Wabash. Dear born 6262. Coon-Sanders and their band, old favorites of the Town, and additional entertainment. Dinner, $2.00. TERRACE GARDENS— Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Clyde McCoy and his outfit play and there's the famous Morrison kitchen to prepare your food. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. On tario. Delaware 0930. Jimmie Noone and his orchestra are there to play for you and for the floor show. And there is a popular after-theatre menu. 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. COTTON CLUB— 5342 W. 22nd St. Lawndale 4140. Lucius Millinder and his orchestra and an all-colored floor show. No cover charge. GRAND TERRACE— 395 5 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. TWECWICAGOAN 5 The tucked Dinner Gown of Ginger Brown Marquisette with its full flowing lines and gracefully flared sleeves effectively emphasizes the personality of the young matron. NEW YORK MIAMI BEACH DETROIT CLEVELAND 600 MICHIGAN BOULEVARD • SOUTH CHICAGO TWECWICAGOAN Many factors enter into the purchase of a steamship ticket — the line, ship, class, sailing date, speed, and, of course, the cost. Shopping around, by the hazardous trial-and-error method is a waste of time and effort. At American Express offices trained travel men are ready to plan for your comfort and reserve for you any ticket for any ship, any line — at standard prices. Reserving your steamship space in this travel -wise way you can rest assured that the first part of your voyage will equal your expectations. Then after your steamship ticket is an accomplished fact, your second thought is for your passport. The American Express travel man who sold you your ticket will supply you with a passport application blank and aid you in procuring this ad mission booklet to foreign shores. He will also advise you how to ap ply for visas, if visas are required for the countries which you intend to visit. Purchasing your steamship ticket through the American Express Com pany, and, before leaving for your trip, insuring your travel funds by changing them into American Ex press Travelers Cheques, entitles you to the services of the Company's world-wide travel organization while you are en route — to the use of the Company's foreign offices as your mail and cable addresses, and to the aid of the Company's interpreters, and travel men. These services are maintained tc make your trip easy and carefree. American Express Company WORLD SERVICE FOR TRAVELERS American Ikptess Company '-M 70 East Randolph Street, Chicago, III. Please send me information on a trip to — leaving about lasting — Name- Address — 49 .weeks. CHICAGOAN So Endeth the Fourth Year SO endeth the Fourth Year. The Fourth Year, we mean, of The Chigagoan. This, then, is the proper time and place to say something appropriate about it all . . . an old editorial custom. Humor us if we reminisce. The Ghicagoan, unlike any other publication we can recall offhand, made its initial appearance in the bookstalls innocent of that sober tradition, a Declaration of Policy. None was needed. Chicago had been going on for years and years; it had no magazine; here it was. Whatever Chicago was and was to be The Chigagoan must be and become. It was as simple as that, the beginning, and if Chicago has become a number of things Chicagoans didn't contemplate in 1917, so has The Chigagoan transcended the forecasts of its most hopeful well wishers. This was inevitable, yet we shall always count our failure to write a Declaration of Policy in that natal number a stroke of genius ... it left the road so joyously open. Getting out that first issue (we warned you we'd hark back) was an unmixed delight. Here was a grand, throb bing city, willing, even eager, to be set down upon sheer white paper in words of more than one syllabic uncluttered by statistics, diagrams or crosses marking spots. Here were hosts of Chicagoans unanimous in the opinion that a maga zine of, by and for Chicagoans was a swell idea. Here were ready readers, here were advertisers scarcely less so, and here were writers and artists ready to do this, that or the other thing to guarantee immediate glory. Here was Opportunity spelled with a capital O and here, by one of those coincidences always described as odd, was capital to spell it with. Ah — Youth! IT all seemed too good to be true, and it was. Some of the Chicagoans who thought a Chicago magazine was a swell idea turned out to be thinking of the old Smart Set, others had London S\etch in mind, while down near the end of a long list were clustered those who believed The Police Gazette afforded a practically perfect model. Some of the advertisers felt that this, Chicago's own magazine, ought to be printed in a larger size, others wanted a smaller page, a certain group favored the monthly idea, a larger one, not quite large enough, came out for weekly issuance ... we needn't mention the inevitable clicque which opined that it had subsisted all these years without a magazine and why not now? Some of the writers and artists wanted to write and draw the wrong kinds of articles and pictures, and did so to such purpose that but a revered five remain to read these melancholy paragraphs over our shoulder. The First Year, we may as well admit, was no royal road. We hadn't expected that it would be, but neither were we prepared for some of the discoveries we were to make. Some of these may bear mention. It was quickly brought out, for instance, that a Chicagoan buying The Chicagoan did not wish to read in it about New York; London, Paris, Sedalia, Mo., Lucerne-in-Quebec or Detroit or Los Angeles or Miami or Seattle were admissible territory, but when he wanted to know about New York he'd go there and see about it. Nor did the Chicagoan who had read all about the Capones, Morans and so on in his daily newspaper care to have additional details, or even jokes about them, pro vided in his magazine. We leave you to analyze these attitudes as you will; ours merely to be grateful that they are as they are. THE Second Year was pleasanter. Skyscrapers were mushrooming along the lakefront, a World's Fair be came something more substantial than a table topic, early subscribers renewed their subscriptions and brought friends. A rising market made money plentiful, Chicagoans spent it at home, together with more and more of their time, and out of a quickened appreciation of the Town was born a yen for knowing more about it. These were gay days in the editorial department . . . dis tinguished citizens unlimbering literary talents held in leash for decades by lack of a suitable outlet, artists of fixed rank volunteering services alas too often gone hopelessly aca demic, 'phones jangling interminably with supplication for recondite guidance to the choicer places and things. The Second Year, we shall always feel, held the purest thrill. IT continued, this charming period of adjustment to Chi cago tempo, through the summer of 1929. Then Matu rity set in. A harsh criticism, formerly productive of an enjoyably emphatic protest from the criticized, came to incur nothing livelier than an invitation to tea. Staff writ ers had to learn about saying no to publishers begging novels about Chicago. Editorial features incorporated for a few issues could not be dropped save over reader protest. Care free Past assumed an incongruously stern dictatorship over Present and ordered a very definite Future. As Time phrased it, The Chicagoan had "turned the corner." We would not have it otherwise, of course, but neither would we exchange all that may lie ahead for any fraction of those first free years. The Fifth Year, say we with eyes front and only a little moist, will begin promptly with the March 28 issue, a num ber dealing pointedly with Spring. It is to be introduced by Prof. James Weber Linn's The Poetry Rac\et in Chi cago. It will also contain Mrs. John Borden's second article on the debutante and Mr. Wallace Rice's seventh on cer tain gaudy aspects of a gaudier era. There will be other suitable celebrations of entry upon a spanking new year of publication, and we will write something for this page, but not about our past. It makes us feel too old. TUE CHICAGOAN SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO • /innonnce a f J 'firing CjJ lioicinx/ o/ (-Joints ana ^oal.s in L lie LKyomen s Cy no/) In trie spacious and comfortable atmosphere of "The Women's Shop/' those wearing the larger sizes will be delighted with our complete assort^ mentof NEW SPRING CLOTHES. Distinctive coats . . . plain or luxuriously fur trimmed . . . gowns for every occasion ... in the new colors and fabrics . . . lace, chiffons and crepe silks . . . lend graceful dignity to afternoon and more formal gowns. Our collection has been carefully selected . . . and daily more women express their appreciation for our charming clothes . . . becomingly styled for the larger sizes. SECOND FLOOR ^Nortn jVxicnigan at Chestnut THE CHICAGOAN ' REST CURE AT THE RITZ A Note on the Kelative Kigors of Seasons Here and Elsewhere By AKTHUK MEEKER. Jr XA/HEN I heard, the other day, v » that one of my acquaintances, a young-woman-about-town whose mis sion it is to waft a breath of art mo- derne amongst the simple untutored inhabitants of the hunting suburbs, had gone east to take a rest cure at the Ritz, I was amazed. A rest cure? At the Ritz? How 15 it possible? 1 said; and then I fell to thinking of some of the things a trip to New York (of which the Ritz is only the bright par ticular symbol) means to me: glamor ous first nights at the theatre, controversially provocative art exhibi tions, a kaleidoscopic series of parties in gay apartments on Park Avenue, in gayer houses in Sutton Place; Belmont Park on race days, cocktail hour at one's favourite speakeasy, the thousand urbane rites attendant on dining out in state, the thousand and one insep arable from lunching in informally - in short, all the happily bewildering jumble of frenzied amusements that sends me back each year, after a fort night, to my little grey home on the Prairies, thanking Providence for two things: first, that I have friends in the East; and, second, that I myself was born a safely unfashionable Middle- westerner. There is no denying the fact, how ever, that this acquaintance of mine goes to New York to take a rest Therefore, one assumes, she must get tired in Chicago, at least more tired than she can get at the Ritz in an equivalent length of time. Why (you ask — or, if you don't. I will), why does she get tired here? I should think, especially at the close I of another of our feverish seasons, that the answer would be obvious, even to the feeblest intellects: Chicago people do too much! That has always been a secret conviction of mine, and I feel that the moment has come to announce it to a palpitating public. We have done too much ever since I can remem ber, and, like all bad habits, this one has grown upon us to such an extent that now we resemble nothing so viv idly as a procession of puppets in a shooting gallery, appearing and reap pearing in a desperately joyless attempt to catch up with what? (I am sorry if this sounds like a s.mg cue to one oi the more satirical numbers in a Noel Coward revue, but 1 am sure you know what I mean.) Our pace has even, in the last year or two, increased, very likely in an un conscious effort to keep step with the augmented speed of our cultural prog ress. For Chicago has all of a sudden, over night almost, become (who would have thought it'.') smart. Not so very long ago I said, in one of my articles, "'Chicago is big, Chicago is splendid, but it is not chic to come from Chi cago." I could not say that today. Chicago is probably the most chic city in America. We have developed a sky-line. And a personality. Edgar Wallace has written a play about us. Al Capone and William Hale Thomp son are international figures, anecdotes about whom provide us with an inex haustible flow of merry conversation on our trips to Europe. And an authoi such as John Van Druten (in his novel, A Woman on Her Way, recently pub lished by Knopf) can describe our "spacious, startling beauty," and con tinue, in similar strain: "She went to the Art Gallery, amazed at its treas ures; she fell in love with the sweep of Lake Shore Drive and the churned, frozen surface of the water; the wide, incomplete magnificence of Michigan Boulevard; the tall, aspiring Wrigley Building, clear cut against a glittering gold morning of frost and blue sky; all the new beauty of size and line and sharpness which America has invented and made its triumph." So at last, as a city, we have arrived. Let us be worthy of our unexpected success. Let us wear our laurels mod estly. And, above all, let us, if pos sible, restrict the circle of our activities to those in which we are actually personally interested, lest we should wear ourselves out in the flush of a terrible enthusiasm for Practically Anything. NO woman on earth overdoes so consistently, so passionately, as the Chicago woman. (Of course, her husband overdoes, too, on La Salle Street, in an unassuming way, and as a consequence invariably expires in Pasadena or Miami Beach of hardening of the arteries at the early age of sixty- 10 TWECWICAGOAN one. But I haven't space to treat of that tragedy as it deserves to be treated, in an article of these toy dimensions.) I have pondered seriously the reasons for this wholesale overdoing, and have come to the conclusion that it exists because everybody one knows feels under an obligation (to whom? to one self? to the city?) to jam a week's pro gramme of occupation and distractions into each twenty-four hours. In New York (I might have said London or Paris) one does what one wants to do, and that only. Some people play backgammon and polo (or bridge or golf or racquets or tennis). Some go in for racing and some for yachting and some for making love. Some collect Prunas and Picassos and go to parties at Elsa Maxwell's. Others collect post-war Scotch and headaches and go to parties in Harlem. Still others write literary reviews and attend lit erary teas and belong to horrid little literary colonies that summer in the re moter sections of New Hampshire. And a few hardy souls (so I'm told) spend their lives burrowing for detailed information in the depths of the Metro politan Museum, to emerge world au thorities on Tiepolo or early English glass or portraits of the right side of the face of George Washington. But nobody in his proper senses tries to do all these things at once. That is exactly what we try to do in Chicago. Our sporting set is our artis tic set. Our literary crowd also goes in for animal life. One sees the same strained anxious masks at the horse show, the Air races, the Arts Club tea, the premiere of each new play that comes to town, the committee meeting of the Friends of China, or the Voca tional Society for Shut-Ins. No one has time to stay at any gathering for more than ten minutes, because it is immediately necessary to run to the next. It is unheard of to refuse an in vitation on any pretext, unless another has been previously accepted — and even then, like as not, one recklessly prom ises to "look in later." And nobody ever — barring a broken leg or sudden insanity in the family — decides simply to stay home and read a good book. THE result of all this rushing is that, any of these fine late-winter mornings, it is possible to observe our prominent matrons tragically tottering, with grey and twitching faces, to the nearest beauty specialist, there to be ironed out and reconstructed with all the care and much of the expense be stowed by Rockefeller on the battle- scarred cathedrals of France. Or even, in extreme cases, as I have already noted, they are caught boarding the Century on the sleeveless errand of seeking sanctuary at the Ritz. Why do they do it? (I haven't yet found a plausible answer to that.) And how can they be discouraged from continuing? I am positive it would be worse than useless to argue that such an extravagant course must lead inev itably to premature old age or a condi tion which may best be described as a sort of spiritual St. Vitus' dance. Per haps, though, they might heed if one suggested artfully that, in their deter mination to do everything, they run the serious risk of being nothing at all. The road to personal distinction lies, and has always lain, through specializa tion. Men and women who are stimu lating in the true sense of the word are not those whose mental furniture has been selected haphazard from a dozen different shops, but those happier be ings who wisely have confined their choice to one satisfying and thoroughly realized period. Oh, the beauty, the infinite charm of accurate knowledge! I know perhaps six persons in Chi cago, apart from those whose job it is to have it, who possess accurate knowl edge of one of the humanities which has been gathered as much through TUE CHICAGOAN n reading and meditation as through practical experience. This, not because we are an unintelligent community, but merely because we will not give our selves time to think. A cultured Bohemia is impossible here, because our Bohemians simply won't take the trou ble to be cultured. I dare hope, how ever, that the time is coming when we shall change for the better. For it would be too bad, would it not, now that our sky-line has turned smart, not to see to it that our minds follow suit? VIGNETTES Metropolitan Personalities By MARCIA MASTERS NOTE: Miss Masters— in private. life Mrs. Malcolm Anthony Jen nings — here continues a sequence of pointed observations begun in the preceding issue. "Ladies Club Day" is the title of her first. The feminine audience Now gasp, now frown, now snicker. Some, not listening, beam smugly At portly late arrivals, Or play nervously With a necklace, purse clasp or ring, Planning meanwhile to-morrow's din ner, Or what to wear — When the next lecturer comes to town. Some wonder where their husbands were last night, And night before. And everyone is thinking Step by step, Spiritual things to whisper in the young man's car . . . When he's drinking tea. THE AKTIST His wife's in California, His daughter's East, And the women he meets are many and luscious. His studio is cold and old and dirty, But has charm for laymen because it is an innocuous retreat. Peroxide Belle, in a Paris model, Lies gracefully on the tattered couch. Grass Widow Jane mixes highballs While the little secretary Whose presence is perennially unex plained Spreads caviar on crackers. The young awestruck bond salesman Who plays with bonds while waiting for a juicy legacy Fumbles nervously with the radio And happily finds some pagan music Which he thinks should please the artist. Having proved his aesthetic taste, He forgets his awkwardness Soaks up the Scotch in rich content And grows maudlin with youthful en thusiasm. The artist sits brooding, Long since bored with Atmosphere, Art, Studios Three Flights Up And wealthy dilettantes Who depend on him for amuse ment. HALF . DAY MAID Young and black and scrawny, Casual and gay. Washes dishes sloppily, Cleans carelessly, And cooks inharmoniously. Pleads guilty daily Of a headache, Backache, Or weak ankles. Stops to rest at indecent intervals To read the paper. Spends her money on censored movies And uncensored silks . . . And saves herself for nightly jaunts to maudlin haunts where the Chocolates gather. OUT OF TOWN MAN Travelling salesman, better class, Nothing shoddy about this boy. Stays at the Club Dines at the Blackstone Enjoys first row seats at intimate re views. Always ready for a party. Likes to see the Town while he's here. Engaged to an heiress back home But doesn't want anyone to know it. Likes to be considered "in circulation." He'll play around Until the little woman finds out. Then there'll be a big wedding, And gorgeous gifts. . And someone of unimportance will weep out her heart "A cultured Bohemia is impossible in Chi cago because our Bohemia simply won't take the trouble to be cultured." 12 TME CHICAGOAN / ] ^»__ _^_ , H JL... f V* ' % il Y„ ....:¦ ' ' ¦' *' «; m% I z * , "! \"V :¦ * '¦' * ' * * : 1 .'¦...•¦¦ •J 1 ~ -| : , i\'t's:;;.:,:'::: 1IW i B ¦ 1 "MF mj / i '•-'.¦¦"."¦' ¦¦! j. 1 ¦•'¦¦¦!% ;;1 I }„ ~ ¦ «~ ¦..««: ... ,,.,. „_ _j f>%* 1 t ^ • ' " . 5;" P 'I~;l''f ;^;; 1 r i I PALMOLIVE NIGHTS The tower you love to see — tier upon tier of ascetic beauty flashing against the filigree of winter branches. A moving study of what soap hath wrought, by Henry C. Jordan. TI4Q CHICAGOAN 13 WORKING FOR HEARST In Which The Wheels Within Wheels Are Seen In Motion By (AMES WEBER LINN VA/ILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST was my employer for twelve years. I saw him once, in a hotel room in Chicago, whither 1 was escorted as to an occasion. He seemed to me like a great gentle cat. But in those twelve years I saw ten (or was it eleven!) publishers and managing edi tors of the one paper come and go. They were the mice. I had a peculiar contract. The first paragraph, after the usual legal pre liminaries, read: "It is understood be tween the parties that the party of the second part" — (that was 1) "is now a member of the faculty of the Uni versity of Chicago, in the Department of English, and is required by said Uni versity of Chicago to have classes in English Composition, etc., daily during approximately nine (9) months of the year, and that nothing hereinafter set forth in this contract shall be con strued as in any wise interfering with the duties of the said party of the sec ond part under his employment by the said University of Chicago, or as being or constituting any restriction upon his right to continue as a faculty member of the said University of Chicago and performing the duties required thereby." Such a clause. I have been informed, is unique in Hearst contracts, and prob ably unenforceable in the courts. But it was meticulously adhered to in spirit. Only once in the twelve years was I asked to write anything for the paper that required me to go elsewhere in the preparation of my stuff; and on that occasion the managing editor care fully inquired whether the trip would in any way interfere with my class room duties. It did, and I didn't go. As the spirit of that paragraph was construed, so was the scale of payment. As the years went on, and my salary rose, I was never able to escape the uneasy sensation that I was being over paid. Once I calculated (a couple of years ago) that to get its money back for my services the paper must sell 1182J/2 copies a day by reason of my writings; in other words, that 1182J/2 readers a day must buy the paper pri marily to read my column, if the paper were to profit by my contract. How many did so buy it, I never knew; there was no way of finding out; but in my wildest dreams the number never ran to 1 182J/2. Hearst is a firm believer in generous salaries. THERE was always a careful cen sorship of my work. Sometimes I was not oppressed by this censorship; sometimes I was; but I was always conscious of it. Certain people I might not mention; certain ideas I might not discuss: certain policies I might not comment on: certain jokes, even, I might not make, for from beginning to end I was felt to be not quite instinc tively respectable. Occasionally I slipped in a phrase, or a flippancy, the innuendo of which evaded the notice of the two censors who read my copy every day before it appeared; but these occasions were rare. I even made them purposely rare. I tried all the week to be good. But again and again I would discover, reading my paragraphs in the paper, that something — now and then the whole column — had been left out; and then I would realize that I had written something that was either not "respectable," from the point of view of Mr. Hearst, or that was "contrary to policy," somehow. My views of "re spectability" differed so sharply some how, from those of Mr. Hearst, and the difficulty was so great of finding out by inquiry what "the policy of the paper" was, that I was invariably sur prised to discover these eliminations. I always asked the reason for them, and was generally able to find out; but sometimes I could not. Either the city editor, or the night editor, or the man aging editor, or the publisher, had smelled something in my paragraphs the disagreeable aroma of which actu- 14 THE CHICAGOAN ally defied his definition; but there it was, and out it went. I learned, slowly, that I might not mention the Pope; or Christian Science; or William Hale Thompson; or politics in any way; or anything that might conceivably annoy an advertiser. One of the best articles I ever wrote, for example, on Christmas Gifts for Chip dren, was thrown out after the street edition. I was very angry. I ran down the reason. It was this: the article im plied that Christmas giving should be confined to children; and that implica tion might injure the Christmas trade of the following year. Why I might not mention the Pope, even to praise him, I never new clearly. I found out that Mrs. Hearst was a Christian Scientist, also that Christian Science churches advertised more freely than did the churches of other denom inations; and I found out that Mr. Hearst thought well of William Hale Thompson, on the whole. Why, I never did learn. Of course, I pitied and feared Thompson. So did practi cally all of us on the paper. I never knew an employee, from publisher to office boy, who admitted to me he meant to vote for Thompson. But the "policy of the paper" was not deter mined by us, or any of us, even the highest. It was "Mr. Hearst's paper." After long waiting, amid thunderous editorial silence, as this or that matter arose in the community, or the state, or the nation, it would be whispered about that "the Chief thinks," or "the Chief has let So-and-So know" that the paper was to say this or that about it; and this or that was said. Now and then it would be rumored that "the Chief has thrown Bill Thompson over board." And you would observe a per ceptible cheering-up around the office. But the rumor always turned out to be false. THE reason ascribed for Hearst's fondness for Thompson, in my earlier years, was that "four-fifths of the readers of the paper live at the corner of Madison and Paulina streets anyway, and they never heard of any body but Big Bill." But as time went on, and the number of the paper's readers increased, the distribution of their localities greatly widened, and even — I dared to think — their character changed somewhat. Certainly the char acter of the paper changed. The local management came to admit, as prob lems for occasional consideration, mat ters actually of good taste. Those who knew Walter Howey, managing editor when I began my twelve years of service, will grant that with him, in those days, taste in editing a newspaper was not of the essence. In fact, so far as the conduct of a newspaper was concerned, I do not think he had ever heard of good taste. There was a rumor that he had been to college, somewhere in Iowa, but I con tented myself, as a college professor, with hoping that it was not true. Howey fascinated and horrified me. I happened to be with him the night of the Ruth Randall murder. We were playing poker when the news reached him. He left at once for the scene of the crime, and I did not see him again for four days, by which time he had solved the "mystery," such as it was, got hold of the young woman's trunk 'Louder, Siveetheart, I want to sniff that perfume you've been using" and belongings, and finished the "edit ing" of her diary — the notorious "Ruth Randall diary" which "put the Herald and Examiner on the map." All the time of its publication, I used to go to my classes through the alleys, and send my stuff down to the paper by messen ger, unable to bear the thought of being seen in the office, or indeed anywhere. I admired Walter Howey as a force, and even as a student of mob-psychol ogy; but not as a newspaperman. Soon afterwards he went down to New York, to serve Mr. Hearst in a field more commensurate with his talents. Later he edited a "tabloid." Subse quently I lost track of him; in what capacity he is making fortunes for others, and making (and probably los ing) them for himself now, I have no idea. Howey, when he spoke to me, which was seldom as he could manage it, always called me "Professor," and referred to my editorial contributions by a term which I regret I cannot use in print. "Professor, is your (the term I mean) up?" Why he permitted me to continue on the staff as a contrib utor, I never knew. Certainly he had the soundest and serenest contempt for all I wrote. My own belief is that he was sorry for me. HOWEY left, and the long proces sion of publishers and managing editors began. George Wheeler Hin- man; George Buckley; Frank Carson; a combination of two minor animal- tenders in the Hearst circus, one from Milwaukee and one from the Coast, and their names both escape me at the moment, though it was one of them, I remember, who threw out the article on the Christ mas Spirit, to which I have already referred; Roy Keehn; Merrill Meigs; Victor Ranke and now Homer Guck and Charles Stanton. Some of them were and are my good friends; four of them, indeed, were Uni versity of Chicago men, Buckley, Keehn, Meigs, and Guck, of my own time or a little later. Al most all of them are exceptionally able men; Keehn and Buckley, I think, men almost of genius in their way. All of them, without THE CHICAGOAN is "Dorgan, do you realize you could make a million out of this grapefruit publicity if you were the Florida Fruit Growers Association?" a million out of this grapefruit publicity if ruit Growers Association?" make a newspaper for more than one class of people; and he wants his made for the class that is most numerous, the class which is just not illiterate. That was the class that Walter Howey understood so well. He let Walter Howey get away; and he has been uneasy ever since. But what can he do? The paper has not only grown "better," from your point of view and mine, but it has grown bigger and more nearly prosperous. And fortun ately, too, the Herald and Examiner does not matter much to Hearst. In his vast enterprises it is a very minor item. It is very doubtful if he reads a copy of it once a month, or bestows upon its affairs two minutes a week of serious reflection. Fortunately for Chi cago; which now has two local morn ing newspapers, to the advantage of half a million readers, and the disad vantage of nobody but the advertisers, many of whom are at the expense of having to buy space in both. LUNACY exception, were strikingly loyal to their job, and (what seemed to me still more striking) to Hearst. That part of this loyalty, in some cases, had its nxit in fear, I suspected, though more utterly courageous men in the expression of their point of view than Hinman, Buckley, and Keehn I have never met. That part of it had its nx)t in the mystery with which Hearst has for many years surrounded himself, I am quite certain. At long intervals "the Chief" him self would come to Chicago, always with a retinue of one sort or another. Suddenly, one day, the "office" would be generally aware that he was here, and a pall would overspread it. One heard whispers. Then, in a few hours, he would be gone again, and all of us, though we had not seen him, would breathe more freely. I never saw him actually in the office; I do not believe he was ever actually in it, in all those twelve years Strange stories of his personal magnifi cence ran about — of the state in which he lived, traveled; of his hotel accom modations, on an imperial scale; of his California domain, more than imperial; of the predictability of his final con clusions; of the unpredictable tortuosity of the mental processes by which those conclusions were invariably arrived at I believed, and still believe, that no man in the world is more constantly in the process of changing his mind, and more certain never to change it, than William Randolph Hearst. BUT a part, at least, of this loyalty of his subordinates was and is due to the lavishness of his hands. It is an indifferent, even an intolerant, lavish ness; but there it is. If you sickened while in his employ, he had you looked after; if he thought little of your ac complishments, he was quite willing to pay through the nose, if necessary, to get rid of you. A despot, vague, melt ing, softening, constricting every enter prise in his coils, he was yet a benevo lent despot, full of human impulses, like Kipling's Kaa. He built enormous ly, but he rewarded as a matter of course all who built with him, until one of them contradicted his design ever so little, or became suspected of ever so little a divicted loyalty, or ever so little ceased to flatter, or failed ever so little of financial accomplish ment that Hearst regarded as feasible. And even towards such men he bore no ill-will. He merely ceased to reward them. I think the progress toward good taste of the Chicago Herald and Exam iner, ever since George Buckley took it over, and without a break except per haps during the regime of Victor Ranke, has on the whole disturbed Mr. Hearst. Except that it has been accom panied by a steady growth in circula tion, and a steady improvement in the friendship of the newspaper with its advertisers, I think he would have in terfered with it long ago. As things are, I am expecting him to interfere with it at any time now. It has become to a very considerable extent a paper for Chicagoans, and for the Chicago district, and Mr. Hearst does not like that. He does not want a Chicago paper, or a Milwaukee paper, or a Los Angeles paper, or even, per haps especially, a New York paper. He wants a Hearst paper; every issue standardized; the locality of its publi cation a matter only of convenience of distribution. And it is read now regu larly in clubs, and in homes where grape-fruit and; waffles are served for breakfast, and by suburban business men and lawyers who belong to clubs of college alumni, and by women who read Proust and subscribe to the Good man Theatre shows; and this fact, too, vaguely disturbs Mr. Hearst. He knows that there are not so many of such people as there are dwellers at the corner of Madison and Paulina; and he has never believed that you can really Always, for my own salvation, I have found some compensation In the secondary things; For a soul who dreams and sings Knows she cannot own the moon, So I ask this little boon: If my husband proves a bore, Give me moonbeams on my door. —ELEANOR GRAHAM. 16 THE CHICAGOAN WHEN "WHOOPEE" WAS A WAR CRY Moody Reflections on a Gaudy Era THESE reflections, however moody, deal for the most part with the Victorian epoch, if that is what to call it. The good Queen, whose home life was so filled with evidences of philopro- genitiveness (nine of 'em, four sons and five daughters), died when the present century was only twenty-two days old, and what had been happening before that was well exemplified in Mayor Carter H. Harrison's address of wel come to the delegates of the Republi can National Convention, which met here June 3, 1884, to nominate Blaine and Logan, the address concluding amid vociferous applause, "And the town is wide open." Survivors of the occasion will bear witness to the truth of this. Forty years later a prominent Baptist By WALLACE RICE clergyman took lunch with me. Cus tomary comment on the morals of the rising generation ensued, in the course of which I observed that I noticed lit tle difference between the morals of that day and those of a generation pre vious. "I am so glad to hear you say that," replied my guest. "But you mis understand me," I answered; "you think I'm saying they are as good as they used to be, but I mean that they're as bad as they were then." Certainly they aren't any worse. FIVE years later, in 1 889, Messers. Ross & St. Clair published a little handbook for the guidance of weary pilgrims on life's journey between two eternities. In the absence of historical treatment, these articles are forced to An Authenticated View of the Entrance to Everlcigh House rely upon private information, and my present possession of this handbook is due to a friend who prefers anonymity. Its title page reads: The Sporting and Club House Directory. Chicago. Con taining a Full and Complete List of All Strictly First-Class Club and Sporting Houses. 1889. It really contains more. In the interests of historical complete ness there arc four pages devoted, as stated, to Dives, Etc., with the pre liminary comment : "The following are establishments or such a character that the publishers do not feel justified in vouching for them in any way. "It may be that we have inadver tently done injustice to some in this, but we have preferred to err on the safe side, and we feel that all who ever have occasion to refer to this Directory will endorse our action in the matter. "The question of arrangement we have considered in every possible light, and have finally determined to give only the streets and numbers of these places, being fully satisfied that that will be sufficiently definite." There follow the addresses of forty- eight of these dives on the South Side, in South Clark Street and Fourth Avenue (now Federal Street, but in the 'Seventies called Pacific or "Biler" Avenue) ; and twenty-two on the West Side, in South Clinton, South Green, South Union, North Peoria, and South Halsted Streets. The North Side is honorably omitted in this category, and only four houses of the less worse sort, three on Michigan Street and one on LaSallc Avenue, are noted in the body of the work. Some will feel that an injustice has here been done this section of the city, with the consoling thought that it has fully repaired the loss in more recent years. THE preface to the brochure in hand has definite charm, with con spicuous elements of candor and naivete. It begins: "In presenting the follow ing pages to the public, the publisher? feel confident that they are filling a long felt want, and filling it well," and goes on to say: "Compiling a 'Sport ing and Club House Directory' is an undertaking beset with difficulties [turn to pace 21] THE CHICAGOAN 17 TOWN TALK Or, Flattering Mutters at Fluttering Matters Just a Giggle, 0 For fortnights twenty, for fortnights six, This department has been Riqs: Lighting a candle in the Town Tall{ nursery, We modestly bow to our anniversary. The Secret of His Charm AS late as the last number of this f\ peerless periodical, your Town Talker had one distinction that set him comfortably apart from his fellows. He was the one man in all America who was really unaffected in his domestic life by Mr. Rudy Vallee. Today he must report a different dis tinction. He is now the one man in all America whose wife has just become interested in that wily worthy. These are distinctions with a differ ence indeed for him who might have known there could be no lasting escape from the insistent seepings of a national deluge. What we have to record, however, is intended not so much as an appeal for sympathy from previous flood victims as in the hope that our recent experience may con tain a key which will lead the hounds of science to the final unmasking of a previously unfathomable problem. [Bids on these metaphors may be made at the next book auction.] The fact that Mr. Vallee came so late into Anthea's life must first be explained. This otherwise incredible immunity was due, of course, partly to the unusual kindness of Fate in postponing the inevitable accident, but mostly to a physical idiosyncrasy which we should blush to reveal, were it not necessary to complete the report. Anthea can not bear the sound of saxophones. We have known only one other case of this regrettable phenomenon, that of a young Swiss named Fritz something: he came to the United States to spend a year, and had to go back at the end of six months on account of the saxophones. This case corroborates Anthea's statement as to her physical reaction to the lowing sounds of an instrument which most By RICHARD ATWATER people find slightly stimulating rather than abysmally repulsive. W\ YOLJ can easily see, however, that one whose consort cannot hear the bleat of a saxophone without experi encing a horrible, crawling sensation in the more sensitive parts of her anatomy, is likely after several years to fall into the idea that night clubs and dance halls are as imaginary as Santa Claus and that a radio is something which brings into your home nothing more unpresentable than Mr. Walter Damrosch, lectures on cooking and hygiene, the New York Philharmonic, and maybe an occasional sentiment from the President or Miss Evangeline Adams. We had, in fact, almost for gotten that it was scientifically possible for our faithful tubes to reproduce the electrical impulses of a dance orchestra. Then, one fatal night only a week ago, your chronicler accidentally tuned in the Connecticut Yankees. A gentle man whose voice had never before en tered our apartment was singing the refrain of one of those love songs of a frank but appealing nature. We snapped him off hastily, for we knew in a moment he would complete his confession and a saxophone would take up the melody. "Who was that?" asked Anthea. We told her this was the Rudy Vallee of whom she had possibly heard a random mention somewhere. "Oh," she said, as if nothing had happened. And we suspected nothing until last night, when as if absent- mindedly she went to the radio and after considerable search located America's Male Sweetheart. EVEN then, we sat for a few mo ments, quietly smoking, without realizing what had happened. We lis tened to Mr. Vallee, noting the clarity of his syllable division, the observing of every hyphen in the words, the fact that he sang wisely and not too well, and we puzzled at the curious timbre of his voice, fascinating in its tanta lizing elusiveness of analysis. "There's something about him," said Anthea suddenly in a hushed voice. We looked at her in amazement. Her head was slightly raised and tilted backward in a sort of ecstasy which we had seldom observed before in our ten years of mostly tranquil domesticity. "He's different from the rest," she then thrilled, and an idyllic smile sud denly widened on those customarily restrained features. She sat on as if in a trance, either unconscious to or by some miracle unaffected by the sax ophone in the ensuing orchestral play ing. Presently Rudy's voice again breathed its cool passion into the room. "He's different," said Anthea. "There's something — "He has a resonance," she continued while her hands clasped each other in a sort of yearning torture. "It's like the sound of guitar strings — " Luckily, at this point our five-year- old, supposedly asleep, called out from her bed surprisingly, "I wish I knew where Mr. Hoover was. I would go to him and tell him I would rather have kings and queens." The connection seemed to us uncer tain, as Mr. Vallee's voice in our mind would be associated rather with Mr. Coolidge's than with Mr. Hoover's; but at any rate it succeeded in reliev ing what might have been an em barrassing contretemps, especially as Mr. Vallee then signed off for the evening. vn PERSONALLY, we think Rudy's voice sounds more like a saxophone than guitar strings. But if it does sound like guitar strings (and that would explain why we think he also sounds like Mr. Coolidge singing, for while few have ever heard Coolidge crooning a love song, it is generally known that he possesses a natural 18 THE CHICAGOAN Twang) , this would explain much. We mean that nobody before has noticed that guitar strings are what the Indoor Troubadour sounds like. Now that this is known (if it proves to be true), the nation can pass on to the next problem awaiting its attention. It is not that we have any new personal reason for desiring to end the great Rudy's reign, but after all, a mystery once solved is no longer mysterious, is it? In a Word A PHI BETA KAPPA key reposed , on his vest, and he had ordered chicken livers. "There is nothing," agreed K. M. S., "quite as tasty as chicken livers." "True," said the Phi Beta Kappa gentleman very seriously. "And beside, they are so enervating." <tAs the Smoke Clears THE primary elections, now laugh ably past, had one unusual fea ture. Not, of course, the ludicrous antics of the politicians running for office, but the strange conduct of the newspapers during this circus. It may have happened before, that a city- editor took prophetic straw votes of the people's will, and then decided not to publish them for fear of making a monkey of the city editor's editorial- writing colleagues; but at least this citizen cannot recall a time when the noble press showed such a thorough lack of unanimity in the selection of a reform candidate to push. The papers, in fact, could hardly have been more split had the disturb ing ghost of Jake Lingle been running for office, and more than once we thought we heard his spectral laugh rising from the fray. Or was it the thoughtful coroner, Dr. Bundesen, who had elected to defer his campaign until after the primaries, whom one heard chuckling from some tower top at the Homeric carnage below him? Or was it merely Mr. Hearst, in his California patio, gazing in delighted surprise at the Tribune's daily reproduction of a photograph of Thompson credited to the Evening Americans able staff? Anyway, it all reminded us that the word "primary" is associated with the word "primer" rather than with the word "prim." That Sympathetic Eye 4 * AAR TlETZ" announced a local I 1 bank advertisement lately, "is not a storybook banker with one glass eye and a glint of sympathy in the other." As we recall the story, it was the glass eye that had the glint of sympathy. Readjustment Happiness! I do not \now what it may be, A slim young moon above a placid bay, The winged laughter of a child at play — Sunlight and shade . . . perhaps the strength to see Beyond the grim horizon of a sea Too clear, a s\y too blue: to fill each day With pleasant little tas\s that need not prey Upon the heart so long as it is free. It may he in the stirring, muted bliss Of songs unsung, of tears unshed, or yet The haloed smile of friend who under' stands. I must wrap these about me close . . . forget That once I \new it in the touch of hands, And once I owned it in a living \iss. — ALLIS JAMES. Visitors ' Luck SOMETIMES a visitor to this great city, emerging from the railroad station in terror of the headlined gangsters, gets his money's worth of excitement while treading with angelic fear where we natives rush on, mi' witting of such municipal hazards. We have just heard of three such visitors who found Chicago quite up to their anguished expectations. One, Harry FitzSimons tells us, was an Englishman who had been assured that if he took a reputable taxi from the station to a leading Michigan ave nue hotel, he would be reasonably safe. He did so, and had no sooner stepped up to the august desk than the next gentleman drew a gun and held up the hotel. Without stopping to register, A Mr. Rogers just 'phoned, M'am, and said he would be in for his pipe this morning." THE CHICAGOAN 19 the Briton withdrew hastily to the rail road station and remained there, quiv ering, till the next train out. The other two were Philadelphia ladies of equally worried anticipations. Called for at the depot by a Chicago lady friend with a car, they proceeded unharmed through the Loop and north for some four blocks, when a bandit sprang on the runningboard of the car ahead of them, a squad car appeared from nowhere, and a spirited fusilade of bullets rang out on the Chicago air. The Philadelphia ladies immediately made their friend wheel about and take them back to the sanctuary of the railroad terminal, where they spent the night in awed conversation. in zMore War Stories THIS is as good a place as any for a couple of English anecdotes, re told by novelist Webster from the original Spanish. The first concerns an aged porter in the Waterloo station at London, who proudly told a passing tourist that his son had been in the World War. "Ah, a volunteer?" asked the tourist No, not a volunteer, explained the porter; a professional soldier. He, too, the porter, had been a professional soldier in his time; and it ran in the family. So was his father, and his grandfather before him: "who fought in the battle of Waterloo — right where you are standing, sir!" The other is the conversation of an Englishman and a visiting American. "You know," said the American po litely, "there is only one thing that I really hold up against the British. In the war of 1812 you burned Washington." "Not really?" gasped the startled Briton. The American insisted. "Dear, dear!" cried the Englishman. T knew that we burned Joan of Arc, but Washington — ?" Wet Guns a?id Invisible Murderers ^"VJR gunmen acquaintances (duck ^^ gunmen, to be exact) seem to be agreed that Howard O'Brien was right in ruling that you can shoot with a wet gun. The point came up in a criticism of H. K. Webster's The Man with the Scarred Hand. In this thriller, the hero, in desperate need of firing his SXh tfw 'Swell off-beat stuff, Buck: revolver at a villain, recalls he has just taken a swim with his clothes on and accordingly does not try to shoot the damp pistol. We thought it was a literary con vention, in mystery novels, that nobody must ever fire a wet gun, no matter what happens in real life. This prece dent, however, is not the novelist's explanation. Interviewed by your ex cited reporter, Mr. Webster genially answered (1) that he had made it plain in the book that the hero knew nothing whatever about guns, (2) that the revolver in question had been described as having been bought by a girl for four dollars, and (3) that while he, Mr. Webster, understands it is quite possible to shoot a man with a pistol with the gun, the victim, and the shooter all submerged in water, still he, Mr. Webster, did not think he, the hero in his story, would have taken the chance of firing a wet, four dollar revolver. All of which shows you how smart authors have to be. Unless they write a movie like fust Imagine and set the scene in 1980 so that it cannot be re viewed scientifically until that date; or dash off an equally baffling opus like Philip Wylie's The Murderer Invisible, and there's one to keep your eyes open. The scientist-villain first discovers an invisible fungus, then after you have swallowed that, he grows an invisible rose; then he shows you an invisible octopus, and by this time you are in a condition to believe it when he swal lows something that makes his human flesh invisible. The pleasant kick in this trick is that at first he takes an 20 THE CHICAGOAN A composite impression of Douglas Fairbanks in Reaching for the Moon, regretfully reviewed on page 32. underdose, which makes his flesh dis- this was one studio which was not appear from sight but leaves his skel- going to supply her with a frame for eton alarmingly visible. There's some- her husband's picture. thing that ought to go big in the talking movies. *^ w Qood Idea Not a Moving Picture THE matronly lady (narrates Kurt Stein) had entered the ele gant photographers' studio in search of a fancy frame to fit a photo she had brought with her. Unwrapping it from its layers of tissue paper she exhibited it to the assistant, a pretty and sym pathetic girl of Gallic extraction. "Oo, how nize," cried the little French girl, scrutinizing the photo graph with admiration, "how nize to have a photograph of Ben Turpin!" Whereupon the matronly lady snatched the picture back, made quite a moue, and informed the assistant that "IT has been suggested," writes the 1 secretary of the Chicago No-Jury Society of Artists, "that henceforth the city government of Chicago conduct the annual local juryless art exhibits. What do you think of the idea? We would greatly appreciate a brief statement from you, giving your reactions to it." If we must be brief, our reactions are : ( 1 ) A mild surprise that the Society is tired of its fascinating an nual work; (2) the thought that having the city run the No-Jury pictures would at least keep the police from appearing with clean faces and shined shoes, as one municipal department is not supposed to interfere with another one's deportment; (3) the wonder as to just which city official would be ap pointed to supervise the show; (4) the slight fear that, politicians having the kind of sense of humor they have, the head of the psychopathic hospital would be the winner of the lucky prize. <-y)Cy Thoughts My thoughts Are wild things and free When they are still Inside o\ me. They cry and howl, They run and leap And land in a Disordered heap. They do 1101 romp And caper When they are down On paper. So stiff and proper Are they grown I wonder if they are M\ own. - FERRY ADAMS. >/A Our Careless Contemporaries NEXT to being quoted, the most flattering thing is to be mis quoted. The friend who had us de claring, in Ashton Stevens' Herald and Exujniner column, that "there are only four Dorothy Parker jokes" impeaches our arithmetic. What we said is that there are two Dorothy Parker jokes, which have been told 2,300,450 times; and we guarantee these figures only for Chicago and vicinity. As a matter of fact, we once heard a third Dorothy Parker joke, and wonder what became of it. Then there's Howard O'Brien, again, who recently booknoted in thej Daily Hews, "Richard Atwater, in the Chi cagoan, says that the place to find book news, nowadays, is in the society col umn. He's perfectly right." Of course he is, and thanks for the acknowledg ment. We did not, however, make the quoted statement, unless you go on the theory that our pen-name is Susan Wilbur. ISA Those Honeyed Announcements THE next time you hear a radio announcer praising the next speak er with cloying adjectives and saccha rine superlatives, don't be utterly embarrassed at his apparently indecent display of adoration. We could tell you the fami'iar name of one such local THE CHICAGOAN 21 announcer who, at least when intro ducing persons of his acquaintance in a voice dripping with honey, satisfies himself at the time by placing his fore fingers to his nose, kicking the fellow vigorously in the shins, or otherwise leering his actual sentiments at the impending lecturer to keep him from getting a false idea of their real value. \jin So Small He is too small to lie alone, uncom forted, While blinding snow heaps high Ins little bed. Will some one pic\ him up when he begins to cry! He is too small to leave out there, with no one by. So small! and never left our fostering care before; If we could only tucl{ him in once more! Was that a star or just another sense less fla\e7 Must feature marvels wor\, although a heart should brea\! She does not need to fold the.se clothes - — this tiny shoe. If he should wa\e, with no one there. what would he do7 He cannot tal\ — his highest wisdom and his best Was just his coaxing wax to one soft breast. - -B. 1-. O. WHEN WHOOPEE WAS A WAK CKY [begin on page 16] which are not to be met with in any other sort of compilation, and we have spared neither pains nor expense in making the publication perfect in its way. The traveling Public, and all others who may have occasion to refer to it, may rest assured that it is per fectly accurate." Of how few human efforts, in whatever direction, may this be truthfully said! One more paragraph should be given here: "We have selected from among more than nine hundred so called sporting houses .ill that are really worthy of the name, in other words, we have separated the quiet, respect able and legitimate establishments from the low down dens, known among the sporting fraternity as 'dives', and we feel no hesitancy in asserting without any qualification whatever, that stran gers or citizens who may patronize any of the people whose cards are to be found within will meet with every at tention and will be properly treated in the strongest sense of the word." And "We have left no stone unturned to make this book entirely reliable, and we feel that we deserve credit for suc ceeding as we have." This credit is here cheerfully awarded. I'm glad they did it, and did it so well. Further information is given, making it appear that this is the first number of .1 work which is to be brought out annually, and that its price is fifty cents, and the preface amiably con cludes, "Wishing fun and frolic to all readers we are very truly, etc." Now we are told by those who think they know that the Victorian epoch was characterized chiefly by reticence and hypocrisy, and those who think they know further believe that the present age, however obnoxious to other adverse criticism, is commendable in its lack of these qualities. In this connection may be quoted a pleasant quatrain recently heard : "Behold this shapely demijohn — Alas, its glass insides are gone — It does not hold a single dram — It's nothing but a wic\er sham." From this it may appear that hypoc risy and reticence are not lacking in the days of our good Chief Engineer, ]ust as frankness and revelation were not necessarily lacking in the days of good Queen Victoria. A fortnight hence I hope to go on with a further review of the little work to which this article is chiefly devoted. "1 wonder zchat's become of that little pink-nosed heifer'/' 22 THE CHICAGOAN TABLES FOR TWO Ping-Pong Celebrates Its First Western Open EVEN from the lowly vantage point of my tender years I can remem ber when tennis was very definitely a sissy game, and when young men in flannels could not pass the Gas House without getting smacked with at least an epithet or two. Them days, of course, have gone forever. Look in any of our gracious parks of a summer Sun day and you will see rising young gangsters, their mugs wreathed in smiles, gently patting tennis balls back and forth over a moth-eaten net. The crowd that goes to watch John Doeg nowadays is generously sprinkled with veteran boxing and baseball fans, and even this fortnight the picturesque Mr. Tilden has gone forth to do profes sional battle before customers who will no doubt not hesitate to give him the Bronx cheer if he doesn't give them their money's worth. But some of this ancient opprobrium still attaches to ping-pong, the little brother of tennis. Not by a darn sight have the sporting millions taken it to their hairy bosoms. Say ping-pong to anybody back of the yards and, if he's heard of the game, he will make deri sive noises in a high female pitch or smack you one in the nose. Unless he asks his little boy, who is probably ping-pong champion of the neighbor hood Y. M. C. A., no amount of manly argument will convince him that the miniature game requires all the com bined skill and strategy of tennis, that if you play it well and briskly you can raise a good honest sweat, and that a fortnight ago Chicago celebrated its first Western Open Ping-Pong Cham pionship at the LaSalle Hotel with over two hundred entries from seven states and attending crowds of five hundred a day. THE game, in one form or another, has raged through the nation like an epidemic on three distinct occasions. In the dear nineties ladies and gentle men played it mildly, employing the younger generation to chase the balls under the table lest bustle or Gibson coiffure be disturbed. About fifteen years ago it hit us again. In 1928 the smart magazines began to kid it and thousands of standard tables and nets By ROBERT POLLAK started once more to pass over the sporting goods counters. On the Con tinent Hungary battled fiercely for European supremacy on the green table and won it. India sent a five-man team to a world ping-pong tournament. The American Ping-Pong Association, subtly encouraged by Parker Bros., was formed. In Chicago the contagion is no mild thing. From Gary to Lake Forest you can hear the syncopated click of cellu loid on wood. Paunchy old bankers discuss fiercely the relative merits of rubber or emery paddles. I know a forty-year-old member of the Board of Trade whose wife is rapidly becoming a ping-pong widow. A certain south side rabbi, a man of enormous humil ity, struts like a peacock when any body begins to talk ping-pong. And at least one local architect will never come out of the game room in the basement when dinner's ready. Locally the game reached its apogee with this Western Open in the Grand Ballroom of the LaSalle. That Coleman Clark of the Interfraternity Club should have been its sponsor is only right. Clark, baldish blonde six-footer, a former tennis and football player at the University of Chicago, is the youthful grandpa of ping-pong in Chi cago. He efficiently ran and neatly won this Western Open. MAYBE you saw pictures of the tournament in the papers. It was very swanky, you may be sure. Fifteen new tables were strung the length of the ball-room. The spectators sat along the walls behind green cloth barriers. Half way along the room was a desk for young Wilmarth Ickes who announced match results and described thirty-four young title holders through a microphone. He and all the other officials appeared in dinner coats. The affair was conducted with all the sleek ness of a national billiard champion ship. Far down along the end wall the Fox movietoners asked for exhibition play while twelve pair of experts vol leyed and thundered in the glare of Kleig lights. You will probably catch it at your neighborhood playhouse. As for the contestants they were, for the most part, less sleek than the offi cials or the paying guests. Of the two hundred entrants probably a hundred came in old sweaters and pants from local Y. M. C. A. units where the game is practiced with devilish proficiency. The LaSalle Street sector contributed another fifty or so, and there were some prominent out-of-towners. For instance, glance at Jose Alonso of Spain, captain of the Spanish Davis Cup team, a tall, dark man with a tiny wooden paddle. Then there is Joey Lavin from Benton Harbor, fourteen years old, whose head comes just above the top of the table; and Tiny Lewis, a charming towhead of fifteen who is to win the doubles with a district Y. M. C. A. champ. Observe the hand some Yoshio Fushimi of Japan, in knickers and sweater, who plays all over the place and drives a screaming ground stroke. Here are Rushakoff and Jablonski, sombre and silent Y. M. C. A. champs, who are to fall before Clark's vicious serves and volleys in the final and semi-final rounds. And over there in corduroy pants is John Swain, Evanston champ, playing Alden of the University of Wisconsin. On Saturday night, as five hundred spectators cheered every long rally, Felton, official referee sent on from Boston, looked about and was con vinced. Chicago, said he, has suc cumbed to dat old dabbil ping-pong. A pint and you're tittery; More and you're jittery. — A. Q. R. THE CHICAGOAN 23 THE STAGE Otis Skinner Serves an Agreeable Cordial THE Dean of American Actors is back with a play which makes one thirsty. Once called Marseilles, it now bears the name of Marius for its current visit to the Selwyn. The ac tion is laid in a bar, decorated with signs reading "Dubonnet," "Amer Picon," and "Marnier Lapostolle's Cognac." Between practically every speech the thespians knock off a quick one. And between drinks they splash gobs of amusing local color all over the set. M. Pagnol, whose Topaze was seen here earlier in the season, has a gift at depicting the foibles of his volatile race. The card games, flirta tions, primitive moralities of a seaport cafe are rich in frankly carnal comedy. Mr. Skinner gives a grand perfor mance as the robustious and rakish barkeep. He gets more out of a lift of the eyebrow than most actors achieve by a parabola of the whole arm. The personal mellowness and ripened artistry of the man give one a satisfying sense of the potential full ness of life. His part here is not a star role in the accepted sense of the term. It is not even the title part. Marius is the innkeeper's son, a clean limbed lad who loves the fish wife's daughter, yet yearns for the distant places where sailors go. That is all there is to the plot— an appealing love story against a colorful back ground. But Mary Howard and Donald Blackwell, two sincere and earnest young actors, give the slender tale a touching and poignant reality. Love on the stage is usually so blah and studied that one's heart warms to a couple who can really suggest the uninhibited fervor and yearning of passion-swept youth. Miss Howard is particularly good as the waif of the wharf. The lovers have a lot to play up to besides Mr. Skinner, who hovers over them with rough, kindly benignancy. Flavia Arcaro and Fred Tiden, re spectively the fish-vending mother and the elderly rival for the girl's affec tion, are very able craftsmen who make their points with practiced precision. Marius was not a huge success in New York, but I suspect the play did By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN not have such sympathetic interpreta tion on Broadway. It is a genre drama, slow moving and atmospheric, but withal amusing, human and well worth a visit. Leave It to Jane GLAMOROUS women who have sinned a little and who under stand Life are meat for Jane Cowl. She is so beautifully statuesque, so warmly sympathetic, so at ease in worldliness. Watching her makes one vaguely sad that there do not seem to be as many charmingly declasse women in the drab life we see around us as there are behind the footlights. This new play of hers, Art and Mrs. Bottle, another Dramatic League of fering at the Harris, bears at least cousinly relationship to her Jenny of last season. Miss Cowl again enters a hectic and messy family, bringing poise and judgment to bear on a lot of muddled behaviorism. Only this time she happens to be the wife and mother who has been lured away twenty years before by an attractive artist. If the errant wife needed more ex cuse, it could be found in the wide variance of biological lure between the painter, delightfully played by Leon Quartermain, and the sanitary engi neer husband, a perfectly pompous ass in the hands of the competent Walter Kingsford (last here as Mr. Pepys, if you are interested in history). The former creates Art for Art's sake; the latter manufactures Drains for God's sake. This bon mot is typical of the rather brightly epigrammatic dialogue. Benn Levy is no Lonsdale, but he does what he can. Oddly enough, the daughter has also fallen a victim to Mr. Quartermain's amoral amorous ness. You are perhaps curious about the inevitable son. Well, he stutters, unwisely loves an artist's model with a lovely back and is acted with appeal ing boyishness by G. P. Huntley, who modestly appends Jr. to his name. Miss Cowl takes charge of the situa tion with all the precision of a Notre Dame quarterback. She knows her signals and calls every play right. The finale finds the situation as sanitary as Mr. Bottle's plumbing. Art and Mrs. Bottle is a souffle, cooked to order and without much nu tritive value. But it tastes good. "Drums and Drummers FROM the first totem poles of the Indians to the worship of Aimee McPherson by ex- Iowa farmers, sex and religion have been fairly closely intertwined on this continent. The drama got a good start on the subject with Rain, continued through The Blood of the Lamb (the opera in which Alice Brady went crazy) and now brings us Kenyon Nicholson's Torch Song, another of Mr. Drake's ventures at the Blackstone. Mr. Nicholson knows his Ohio and is adept at local color and incidental characterization. As a contribution to the gallery of American dramatic types, he has etched an amazingly real person in Cass Wheeler, a bottle- scarred veteran of the road. Travel ing in "underground novelties" (mor tician supplies), this boobish, kindly Pullman car philosopher blunders through the evening with soul-satisfy ing authenticity. It is a question whether or not the part is actor-proof, but Arthur Shaw seems right as pos sible for the occasion. Other hotel types of the tank town are in their lesser degree a source of genuine amusement. The side-shows register bigger than the main tent, wherein a cabaret girl is deserted by her lover, joins the Sal vation Army and meets her sample- case Romeo again in the Riverview House in Pomeroy, Ohio. In spite of the sincere work of Joan Blair and Bu- ford Armitage, the aforesaid couple, and Roderick Maybee as the perfectly fanatic drummer in God's band, the battle between sin and salvation never seems to quite realize its possibilities. At the moment when the girl's fervor to save her former swain from dam nation is transmuted into earthly pas sion the play borders on greatness. But diffuseness and sentimentality seem to hamper the driving power of the action. 24 THE CHICAGOAN Such criticism is to be understood in a relative sense. Torch Song is a decidedly worth while effort. The characters are from a definitely inter esting phase of our American life; the story intriguing, if a bit uncertain; the humor honest and believable. It should be seen. It Is to Lahr-ff AS Bert Lahr says about the boy who i lives on two rich women, "It's lovely work, if you can get it to do." But no lovelier than his own job wild, crazy mugging with an uproar on every gag and a panic at every grimace. Bert is no shrinking violet, no juggler with subtlety and nuance His methods are those of the burlesque stage from which he graduated summa cum gaga. He has never flown higher from his beginnings than in Flying High over the audiences at the Grand Opera House. A good deal like Ed Wynn, a bit like a number of other high powered comics, he is most like himself. Which is to say that there is no one quite like him. As the daffy mechanic who breaks the endurance record because he does not know how to land, this amazing nut makes an art of chestnuttiness. Even the time- honored scene of being examined by the doctor is enlivened to an unprece dented degree by some micturitional indelicacies. His own theme- phrase, "Some fun, eh, kid?" is no idle boast. Luckily, Mr. Lahr is not starred. If he were, the rest of the show would probably be so much tripe. There is more to Flying High — a lot more. For instance, the sartorial and impeccable Oscar Shaw, an actor who for years has been continually employed as a stylish juvenile. Here he sings a couple of good songs, Wasn't It Beau tiful and Than\ Tour Father, makes polite love in nice clipped phrases, kisses as a gentleman is supposed to kiss, and generally accomplishes what Oscar Shaw is paid to accomplish. His jet, well vaselined hair and general brunette handsomeness have usually called for the casting of a blonde as his vis-a-vis. This year it is Grace Brinkley, comely, adequate of voice and snugly fit into her romantic niche. Several others do well, particularly Russ Brown, a glib lad with a flair for salty wise-cracks. While the chorus will probably not be hauled into court by our puritanical politicians, they are pretty enough not to find the time heavy on their hands while in this beautiful city. Flying High ought to keep George White financially aloft for some con siderable period. Whatl No Cod? FIJI Islanders would find nothing out of the way in Earl Carroll's agreeable stage nudities, unless it were the color of the epidermis displayed. An audience of Catholics might yawn over a three hour argument to prove the supremacy of the Pope. But Signor Pirandello's Lazarro probably startled Italy in much the same way that the equally windy shockers of Ber nard Shaw horrified Victorian Eng land. Adrenaline is a handy drug to have about the house, but its efficacy to restore life also carries the power to destroy faith. The modern Lazarus is a tough morsel for a fundamentalist to swallow, as the resurrection brings no memory of having stood before a benign old man with white whiskers. while an orchestra of bewinged Isadora Duncans strum golden harps in the background. Yet to the Goodman first-nighters, a melange of free-think ers, victims of higher criticism, ag nostics, Seventh Day Adventists, athe ists and what-nots, such speculation is commonplace. No one could accuse Pirandello of being stingy with words, but in his other plays seen locally he has not let his verbosity swamp the movement of his dramas. Hidden away among the dialectics of Lazarro are a few episodes which might be termed dramatic un fortunately not enough. The char acters are all talkier than a master of ceremonies, and most of the evening is taken up with tedious and garrulous exposition. The actors find it hard to break up the endless gabfests. Two newcomers, Gladys Parvis and Robert Galhraith, struggle manfully with parts which much more competent thespians might fail to realize. Young Mr. Galhraith will be heard from later. Harry Mer- vis, flaming of eye and tousled of Van Dyke, plays the devout bigot with power somewhat leashed by the stagnancy of the action. His entrance after the resurrection is the evening's most vivid moment. Florence Wil liams brings wistful appeal to a crip pled girl, and Kent Smith is again good as the deus ex machina with the hypodermic. Since this was written, a scholarly gent has sought to shame Chicago critics by informing Ashton Stevens that Lazzaro is fascist propaganda. He introduced some interesting data to support his view, but neglected to ad vance the evidentiary fact that the play is as heavy-handed as Mussolini. Obeisance BEING a gallant fellow by nature, I am impelled to sink gracefully on one knee and plant the kiss of critical praise on the hem of Mrs. Fiske's gown. My salute is of fare well, as Bec\y Sharp will have left the Blackstone long before these words get pied by the printer. It would be un couth and Kx)rish in this polite jour nal to call attention to the fact that. the play is as creaky and dated as a 1904 Winton, that the supporting cast (recruited originally for a comedy of American boobery) was supremely inept in romantic drama, that the star could hardly give verisimilitude to the role of a twenty year old girl. Avaunt such captiousness! Let such dull truths be left to the newspaper re viewers who are supposed to owe a duty to their two or three million circulation. Tour de force is a decrepit cliche. Its breadth of meaning covers a multi tude of critical uncertainties. Yet the damned phrase kept pounding through my head as I watched Ma dame Fiske keep her audience always qui-vived only to her, thus rendering them unconscious of surrounding in congruities. No debutant at her com ing out ball ever romped with more unflagging vitality than this amazing actress as the vixenish Becky. Her cajoleries and frauds were as deliciously piquant as her moments of sincerity were sure and powerful. At all times she read the lines with a surprising lu cidity, considering her reputation for exhaling words in lavish and often in coherent profusion. That Mrs. Fiske could play this role at all is in itself a source of wonderment; that she played it so well at her age is almost a dramatic miracle. At first glance William Makepeace Thackeray would probably not recog nize Becky Sharp as she appears in this revival, but he could hardly fail ulti mately to approve the understanding delineation of his famous character. AY) 'I'll: A convenient guide to current entertainment is published on page 2. THE CHICAGOAN 25 CHICAGOANA Dusk Till Dawn Diary HAT do taxicab drivers write in their books after you've paid your fare and walk away won dering if you've received the correct change? Wouldn't you like to know! Maybe they keep hour-by-hour diaries We asked Leo , one of our more recent and certainly more talka tive drivers, if he kept a diary. He- said he didn't; in fact, he hadn't even thought about it, and he didn't think it would work out very well anyway. But he did tell us a lot about his pas sengers, what kinds of people he thought they were; and about the various hours he was on duty. In fact he told us so much about his business that we felt we could write his diary for him, and furthermore, we did. 6 P. M. Well, the rush is over and there won't be no more waiting in line at stations for a while, which is some thing. Caught me some chow at Chili Mac's. And then done a little cruising to see would Dame Fortune bring me some fares. She didn't. So parked. It is quiet right now "between the dark and the daylight when the night is beginning" and before the evening trade. 7. P. M. Business is getting better. All the chorus gels is on their way to work. And if that last fare wasn't that swell dame from that revue at the Garrick, I'll eat my meter. And some johnny had sent her flowers, too. And she had a new hat. Some babe, I say! 8 P. M. Boy, oh, boy. If this ain't the busy time. I hardly get a chance to write anything at all. All the town is headed for the theatre. And those last two gents has ducats in the second row for that revue. They was only about a hundred yards from the Gar rick, but it took me half an hour to get 'em there. Maybe one of them was the guy who sent that dame the flowers. 9 P. M. Say, is this ever the grand break. What an assignment this B> DONALD PI ANT turned out to be! This gent tells me, he says, "Drive around Lincoln Park till further notice." A swell looker the gel, t(x>. Further notice will be given, I suppose, when the cabarets open. Okay by me, pal! 12 M. Well, I know this type. Rich, lousy rich. Their own car's in the shop, or being used by the chil dren. And the dinner they went to didn't suit 'em at all. And the show they went to wasn't any good. And the gent, he wants to get home for a drink and a smoke and the lady, she is going to play Camelot with a striv ing young portrait painter who L> painting her portrait. 1 A. M. A couple of boys from the Chicago University, I bet. And sure enough, they're going to take in a black-and-tan. And when I get there they'll probably be about 45c short on the fare. But they'll see some friends and put 'em on the cuff for it. 2 A. M. Well, my day will be done pretty soon, maybe. This here drunk in back tells me to go anywhere as long as he gets to the Stock Ex change when it opens. So maybe we'll both be able to knock off some sleep somewhere. Street Names RECENTLY a local sportswriter (oh, we don't remember just who it was now) wrote, "If the Cubs win the pennant and the World's Series this year the fans of Chicago will be naming streets after them." Well, that's all right, but it might be hard to do. Probably the city fathers would have to be consulted. It might take years. And anyway, it wouldn't be necessary, because, you see, there are quite a few city streets that already bear some of the same names that appear on the Cub roster. And we might as well mention them before a lot of animated Cub follow ers go to the trouble of getting up petitions to put before the city council For instance, there's a Grimm ave nue, and it's a very short street, at 4827 north, starting at 5236 west and ending at 5344 west. You probably couldn't find it, but it's there. The only other infielder who has been honored is Footsy Blair. Blair street is at 520 west, running from 1800 south to 2000. Those who named the city high ways have done better by the Cub out field. Cuyler avenue, at 4035 north, begins at 1400 west and continues to 5400. Wilson avenue runs from 748 west to 5958 at 4600 north. And far out south there is Stephenson avenue at 631 east, from 10517 south to 11958. Barton avenue (there's a rooky named Barton) is at 2336 west, running from 7200 north, interrupted, to 7600. Hartnett, of the catching staff, has been neglected, but Taylor and Grace have their names on lamp posts. Tay lor street, at 1000 south, runs far west from State street. Grace street, at 3800 north, runs 600 west to 7200. Several pitchers are on our list. We find there is a Root street at 4149 south that runs from State to Halsted and Blake street at 520 west, doesn't run far; from 3600 south to 3700 southeast, if you must know. May street can be found at 1132 west and Smith avenue is about a block long at 900 west. Those are all there are and we can't work in Manager Hornsby anywhere. Perhaps the city council will do some thing about that if the Cubs come through this season. Anyway, there is Rogers Park. 26 THE CHICAGOAN MUSIC Remains the Fashion Blond curls and bru nette mustachios pro voked many a sigh and many a hiss from folk who now may have their drama served long-distance through our leading radios ea iy MUSIC The Case of James Y. Vandersall By KOBERT POLL AK AFTER having been carefully i brought up on assorted fiddlers it came to me with something of a shock to find out that James Y. Van dersall is The World's Greatest Violin ist. But there can be no doubt about it. As an American of long standing I know better than to argue with the newspapers. And for at least a solid week James Y.'s managers, Thompson and Son, announced in large daily block ads that James had long since ceased competing with promising youngsters like Heifetz and Kreisler and that he was purely and simply — ¦ The World's Greatest Violinist. That the local critics should have questioned his claim and gone to hear him, seems pretty cynical to me. I was willing to admit — and so were all but about thirty-seven local music lov ers who gathered to hear James Y. in the vast spaces of Orchestra Hall — that if a man billed himself as The World's Greatest Violinist he probably was. After all there's nothing like starting in at the top and working your way- down. But none of the newspaper critics would accept James Y. on faith, and most of them actually had the brass to state in print that he was a rather talented young man who had a hell of a long way to go before he could even bill himself as Dubuque, Iowa's, Great est Violinist. It is this restless spirit of inquiry that is making a shambles of present-day musical criticism. If, after carefully investigating the half-formed talents of conductors like Toscanini and Stokow- ski, someone were to urge me to go hear Adolph Busch because he was The World's Greatest Conductor I certainly would stay home and read some good dirty book. But your newspaper critics are a restless, skeptical lot, unwilling to do homage to James Y.'s amazing lack of modesty. To date nobody has found out what the Y stands for. Maybe Young in quotation marks, and it was only a prize-fight after all. THE Symphony program of Febru ary 14 and 15 was, in many re spects, one of the poorest of the season. That it was hastily assembled and probably hastily rehearsed must have had something to do with it. Marechal, the French 'cellist, was called on to substitute for Gregor Piatigorsky, who fell suddenly ill in New York. The character of the Frenchman's work in no way weaned me from my prejudice against 'cello soloists. In a Vivaldi Concerto he failed to escape that rasp ing tone so characteristic of 'cello pass age work in the upper registers. His theoretically engaging nonchalance would have been more effective had he paid a little more attention to poor Mr. Stock who had a hard time adjusting the orchestra to Marechal's whimsical tempi. Later on the Frenchman offered the Honegger Concerto, a rather charming and strongly parodistic com position, which won me over if only because of some smooth jazz in the first and final divisions of the piece. The symphony for the occasion was the Third of Arne Oldberg, Northwest ern pedagogue. At the risk of showing the customary bias of a University of Chicago man I must record that Old- berg's composition is not nearly as effective or entertaining as "Hank" Brudcr's football. The music is com petently scored and Oldberg finds his way through the orchestra with great ease, but he works his material to death and he couches it, at one place or an other, in the language of almost every nineteenth century composer of any consequence. To make matters worse two of the themes in the last movement and the subject of the canzone were trite enough to make Ethelbert Nevin blush. I believe, if Oldberg 's symphony is any criterion, that even the larger pub lic is getting suspicious of the fellow who won't explore the material of his own day. It may be irritated or skep tical at Stravinsky or Schoenberg, but it listens. Confronted with a composer like Mr. Oldberg, it is only soothed into slumber. THE following week Stock contin ued the Miaskowsky campaign, replaying the Sixth Symphony in E flat minor. The Sixth, while full of the greatest gloom and tragedy, is relieved by frequent interpolations of revolu tionary battle songs, the Ca Ira and the Carmagnole. The religious burthen of the Dies Irae and the plaint of the Old Believers pace sombrely through its thick jungle of orchestration. The THE CHICAGOAN 27 presence of these folk themes gives the work a programmatic character that Miaskowsky seems by now to have dis carded. The symphony is epic rather than personal and consequently seems less neurasthenic and also less original than the more recent Tenth. The orchestra gave an exciting reading al though neither the horns nor the first fiddles seemed up to standard. After the intermission Stock pre sented the Dances from Marossek, Tos- canini's 1930 "find," a string of spir ited folk tunes loosely bound together by a single dance theme. The composer — Kodaly. ON February 1 5 the Gordon Quar tet packed the burghers into Orchestra Hall. Many of the custom ers overflowed from the cancelled Hof- mann recital at the Studebaker. The playing of the Gordons in Brahms, Borowski (a manuscript opus heard for the first time) and Mozart, was at all times luminous, accurate and sym pathetic. It does not remind me of one of the famous Zeisler stories. It seems that a young quartet had the honor of doing some Brahms at a small gather ing where the old Johannes was the guest of honor. When the music was over the viola player bearded the great composer and asked him timidly how he liked the tempi. "They were fine," he answered, "especially yours." ON — SUCH ANIGHT The orchestra, within its palmy-green retreat, Was playing something passionately sweet; The room was dimmed to pale moon light And with your arm held tight About my satined waist, we tangoed to the terrace door. Of course, I knew what for — But then — the night was so divine; And there'd been wine. Still, I might have known It would end this way— Now you 'phone Me every day, However cool My tone. 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The Complete Outfit: $95 to $150 HO will finance me? I want to go somewhere and eat oranges, guavas, and mangoes, off the trees. Pick bread fruit for other peo ple to eat. And then write a book about it. Like Robert Lee Eskridge, who was tipped off by the ex-queen of Tahiti to an absolutely new South Sea island. Not just another South Sea island, either: with jungles, tropical fruit, in sects to correspond, lagoons, and an occasional good looking native. No, Manga Reva is an island with a real past. Relics from the old stone age. Ruins that date back to the lost Pacific continent. A nineteenth century ca thedral — also in ruins. And it's a past that keeps cropping up. For instance, did you happen to notice that black dog that disappeared around the cor ner as you passed the Hyde Park Y. M. C. A.? On Manga Reva that dog wouldn't have disappeared around the corner: he would have slowly evap orated. Furthermore, if you chance to meet an elderly Chinaman at dusk, don't be surprised if he doesn't speak to you; it isn't a Chinaman; it's one of the old gods just taking a look around. At a party given for Mr. Eskridge on the publication date, they turned out the lights while he told about the Chinaman. At another party given in his honor they served South Sea punch and yellow pearls. Jormal Vagabonding THOUGH maybe I could get along if someone would stake me just to a dress suit. John Marshall, author of Vagabond de Luxe, went all around the world, and practically never spent a cent even for train and boat fare. And if he did occasionally find himself in jail, or en route to where he stowed from, well, that dress suit always came to the rescue. As to towns, well, friends and fraternity brothers are, by hypothesis, always glad to see you. And with strangers, you have only to watch their faces. If they seem pleased with your line of talk, all right. If not, you can offer to wash dishes or mend motor cars. HILE we're on the subject of Chicago travels, the Spain vol ume in the Clara E. Laughlin So You're Going series is out. The first real guide to that new Spain of luxury hotels and angelic motor roads. Miss Laughlin has even beaten Baedeker to it. Russia Taken Seriously ALL the serious minded people in L this town and it seems as though I had seen nothing but serious minded people for the past fortnight arc discussing the children of Rus sia. There are of course a dozen books you might read if you cared to join in. But the one I should advise as a starter is Samuel N. Harper's Ma\ing Bolsheviks. I have the utmost confi dence in Mr. Harper. You see, I was in a class of his once. Every time we had trouble with the Russian he went straight to the original Sanskrit. In other words, what he has to say about this Russia seems worth listen ing to not so much because he has made fourteen trips in all, but because at least a few of those visits were paid to the other Russia. FROM that other Russia come two of — what anyone who believed in throwing adjectives around might call —the really great books of the spring. First Education of a Princess by the grand-duchess Marie of Russia — who has been in and out of Chicago during the fortnight. And now Theatre Street, by Tamara Karsavina. That is, by the premiere danseuse who never got to New York and Chicago in the old days. St. Petersburg couldn't spare her that long. Karsavina writes very simply, very effectively, of her early childhood. Of her years in the school of the Im perial Ballet on Theatre Street. Of the friendly imperial family, and the honorable company of ballet fanatics who owned the front rows. Of her great partners Fokine and Nijinsky Of Bakst and Lovat Fraser, of Diag- hileff, Benois, and Jean Cocteau. Au tocracy, they say, fosters art forms. In other words: those were the days! TMECWICAGOAN 29 Levin's New Novel DERSONALLY I never made any I such remark. In fact it seemed to me that the whole point about Fran\ie and Johnny was it's being a study of young love in, so to speak, a vacuum. But meanwhile those who did say that all Meyer Levin needed in order to be a good writer was something to write about, will be glad to hear that he has now found it. Namely, the Zionist exodus to Palestine. And that into his new novel Yehuda he has packed, alongside, or rather in terms of, the purely human elements, about five times the amount of exact infor mation that could have been packed into a treatise of equal length. The practical difficulties. Why the Hebrews don't get on with the Arabs. And why it takes them so long to decide on a new motor pump. Theo retical difficulties. What to do with a kleptomaniac where everything is held in common. Worse yet, what to do with a musical genius. Though even with encouragement Yehuda might not have got far as a violinist; not, that is, if he really did what his author once says he did: namely, "waxed" his bow when you would have expected him to be using, say, a touch of rosin. Local color, too, from milking time to sunset, and from the last argument at a communistic meeting to the last fly in the soup at the end of the egg plant season. Loving Murderesses IONE QUINBY was only sixteen 1 years old when she began shar ing powder puffs with murderesses in the interests of a local daily. In other words, murder has from an carn age seemed the natural and normal thing to her. Consequently you could go a long way and not find a more competent series of true crime stories than Murder for Love. Oddly enough, of the lady malefactors whose lives Miss Quinby has studied from baby hood down to their sad end or their acquittal, about half are beautiful; Ruth Snyder, that is, and Wanda Stopa, and Clara Smith Hamon— whose political friend was afraid if he went on associating with her he might make a bad impression on President and Mrs. Harding, living so respect ably there in the White House. But still more oddly, when it comes to the men they slew there isn't a sheik in the lot. Mk Double and redouble the pleasure of playing by serving both of these famous honor scorers — White Rock and White Rock Ginger Ale. m The leading mineral water 30 THE CHICAGOAN GO, CHICAGO! Bore Relief — Berths — and Bears By LUCIA LEWIS THE Scotch have nothing on us. Anyhow, the figures prove Ameri cans to be an appallingly canny and foresighted breed. From twins to tornadoes, from college to bread and butter in our old age, the aggressive insurance firms have us covered, more thoroughly than any people on earth. One thing they haven't thought of, though. What we really need is less protection from twins and more pro tection from bores and boredom. It was this need that started me off on a quiet hunt for the best boredom pro tective measures of the spring. And the prize undoubtedly goes to a policy in the shape of Lucerne membership, because this is a lasting affair, not just a temporary relief. The Lucerne-in-Quebec Community, "There is a glorious ski-jump, _ to bogganing, ice sailing and skating." in case you haven't heard this corre spondent gasping about it from time to time, is a pretty stupendous thing. But, more than stupendous, it is planned with consummate skill to be a really versatile club, a vacation spot that you can dash to year after year and any time of the year without ever tiring of the place. If one sport palls there are a dozen others to turn to. The golf course dropped into the mag nificence of the Laurentian mountains promises to be one of the most famous in North America, the more than eighty thousand acres covered by the club grounds embrace rivers and lakes for fishing of all sorts, forests for hunt ing. The stables house thoroughbreds for riding over mountain trails, there is polo in summer and ski-joring in winter. There's an aviation field, the makings of a real Aviation Country Club, tennis and sailing and heaven knows what else. And for the crisp sunny air of a Canadian winter there is a glorious ski-jump, tobogganing, ice sailing and skating, and even sleigh rides with a team of huskies and skilled Indian mushers. One of them is an Indian girl whose happy shouts and experienced hand with the dogs give a new thrill (Old Gold, please copy) . To say nothing of the immemorial indoor sport to be had before blaring fires, around the gleaming tables of one of the several tap rooms, simply by curling fingers about the stem of a glass or the handle of a stein and flexing the muscles of the elbow. IF you tire of community life, you have your own camp to retire to, as each member purchases a tract of land for a country estate of his own. These are built in the appropriate log cabin style designed by the architect who planned the main buildings but the interior may embrace every luxury you could desire. Contrarily, of course, if your guests or your family bores you away you skip to the Seigniory Club for a change of faces. That's one of the big charms of Lu cerne. The members are all distin guished in different fields, it's not just the same old crowd one has played with, and worked with, and gone to school with, and married into. There are easterners and westerners, French "To say nothing of the immemorial indoor sport to he had before blazing fi) around gleaming tables of the tap room." THE CHICAGOAN 31 Canadians and British Canadians, Englishmen— in short, a carefully se lected group of vivid, cosmopolitan personalities who offer the best bore relief I know of. The community is not purely sports and outdoorsy. There's plenty of amusing social life, and affairs in the truly elegant manner— in the best sense of the word— the beautiful ele gance that is popular again and a god send after the raucous years of the Prohibition, flapper, angled furniture decade. Honestly, if you want your chil dren to grow up with some fine tradi tions in back of them you couldn't do better than to give them things like Christmas at Lucerne to remember — with the King's boy choir over from London to sing carols, the immense Yule log dragged in to the great six sided fireplace, the Christmas plays, all the beauty of old customs perfectly in keeping here because the club is estab lished on the lovely old Papincau estate, handed down from 1674 to one of the great 19th century grand Seigneurs of Quebec. The Seigniory Clubhouse is the old mansion itself gracefully decorated in the exquisite fashion of the Louis1; the summer house high on a bank above the lake is just as it was when the ladies of the mansion sat there chatting over their petit point and tea; the old chapel and all the graciousness of a distinguished history have been retained. If all this seems over-enthusiastic to you who have been lured by experts just wangle an invitation for a visit of inspection— it's only a couple of hours from Montreal — and you'll eat your words, mark me, you'll eat your words. The Lucerne-in-Quebec Association now has a local representative here in the Straus Building and all the nine hundred and one things that we haven't told you may be found out by address ing them there. Voyager's Library HTHE way folks linger in front of * the dazzling travel windows on Michigan Avenue makes me feel that they like to get their hands on some of those fascinating books displayed. Most of them, you know, are more beautifully illustrated than any of the travel books you buy and they make swell reading to tide you over the days of Thompson campaigns, gin trials, and Capone arrests. So, we are starting a short review corner to help &^ 'Give 'cm Just a Gigolo, Charley— you'll slay 'em" <Tht ^-(^CI4ICAGOAN The Chicagoan 407 So. Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois Please enter a subscription for The Chicagoan as follows: ? 1 Year— $3.00 D 2 Years— $5.00 Name.. (Address) n THE CHICAGOAN WEEKS WATER AN° RAIL ROUND TRIP 8500 MILES TO OR FROM CALIfORNIA VIA HAVANA and PANAMA CANAL ONE of the most delightful combina tions of water and rail ever offered ! Sixteen days by sea— five days on the eross-continent journey, with stopovers at numerous points of interest. By rail from Chicago to New York or San Fran cisco — coast to coast by Panama Pacific Liner, 33,000 tons in size — then home to Chicago by rail — 8500 miles in all. Stop at gay Havana for sightseeing in this bit of old Spain transplanted in the New World— see for yourself how marvelous the Panama Canal is. Visit San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco. Every day of the trip, by land and sea, from home town back to home town again, is filled with interest. And the fares are surpris ingly moderate. For full information ask for booklet — "Tours Around and Across America" — with list of sug gested itineraries, or apply to any steamship or railroad agent. ISO N. Michigan Are., Chicat/o, Mil. Panama facific n« all :: - - flC STEAMERS you select those that will give you both a pleasant time at home and a lot of help afield. The books may be ordered from the company publishing them or through The Chicagoan "s Travel Editor. Free, too, unless other wise indicated. Pidlman Facts: This is a little pocket library of twelve engaging booklets with charming pictures of tunny old trains and smashing new ones and all sorts of bright stories about how, why and when the modern Pullman de veloped. Really interesting to read, with all the dryness shaken out of them, and forming quite an important cross-section of American history There are tales of the early accommo dations and scenes in the first cars with the passengers singing Sunday evening hymns about a tiny organ, down to paragraphs on the latest safety and ventilating devices. These are excep tionally well prepared and 1 know you'll enjoy them. And you'll learn a lot too, though perhaps 1 shouldn't have mentioned that. Australian J^ative Bear Boo\: A perfectly splendid collection of studies by the famous photographer, Caz- neaux, with some really fresh animal stories. These little Australian bears are just plain cute, with big pop eyes and funny noses just like teddy bears -and no bigger than teddy bears. CINEMA In So Many Words By WILLIAM R. WEAVER I GAVE up easily this time. When six of the first seven pictures left me mindful of nothing more engross ing than the primitive primaries I knew it was to be that kind of a fortnight . . . there's at least one of these about this far in advance of each Spring. And so I mention The T^lew Moon and Duke Ellington's band as the two items worthy of your notice and leave you to pursuit of pleasanter topics. The ?S[eu; Moon is admirably sung by Lawrence Tibbett and Grace Moore. More, it is admirably acted by not only these eminently lyric actors but by Roland Young and Adolphe Men- jou as well. Still more, it is staged in excellent taste and with a restraint promiseful of nicer things than come commonly from Hollywood. It is the picture of the fortnight. Help others when you buy for yourself Intent laces, dark from Italy's sun swift finders skillful with the needle . . . tiny laughter from chil dren who are being eared for in the adjoining nursery. These mothers do not want 'eh.iritv. 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MICHIGAN AVE., CHICAGO Superior 7864 \KW YOliK WASHINGTON 0V DETROIT TWE CHICAGOAN 0,> Duke Ellington, properly the con sideration of Dr. Pollak, is just the best band heard hereabouts in years I HERE were six other pictures. * There were more than six, but these six were enough. Least regret table among them was Reaching for the Moon, wherein the intrepid Mr Fairbanks tossed tradition overboard and portrayed the modern young man in pursuit of woman, if not wine and song. Bebe Daniels is the woman, she and the setting and the story and the dialogue and the songs are modern, and Edward Everett Horton is the picture. I left it glad that Doug had given up being Heaven's gift to the small boy but sorry he hadn't called this a re hearsal and produced another picture for his adult premiere. Conrad Nagel also reformed during the fortnight, with similarly unhappy results. He has, in The Right of Way, the kind of role he ought to have in whatever he plays. But The Right of Way isn't any good ... the reasons are too numerous to mention. Many a Slip, which obtained a good deal of publicity and some patronage as a stage comedy, ought not to have been filmed of course. The local edi tions have been so closely clipped by the censors that persons unfamiliar with its past sit uneasily through its exhibition asking each other what the players are talking about. You can't tell from the picture, and if you re member the plot you don't care. I SEEM to have forgotten, in my sweeping statement above, an unos tentatious but sterling little picture called Father's Son. Lewis Stone is the father, Irene Rich the mother, and Leon Janney the delightfully natural son of the story. Nothing happens in the picture that isn*t more or less per fectly paralleled in each and every home in this broad land favored with a boy normally fond of things boys are fond of and a father normally fond of his boy. If you are a father, or a son, or have both in your family, and if you're normal, you'll be glad to have spent the hour this little narrative occupies. Stolen Heaven starts with a pretty good idea and Nancy Carroll. It ends with Nancy Carroll. Nancy's a nice person but nine reels of her are at least- eight too many. The Truth About Youth is a libel. And then there was Rudy Vallee. reenoner and Cottages White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia America's Premier JlH~yearTZesort Greatly Enlarged, with 3 50 Beautiful New Rooms, and with Its Popular Casino Enlarged and Beautified, The Greenbrier has Re-Opened Fireproof Throughout ?> 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 6? Ohio Ry. Thru Pullman Sleepers Lve. Chicago 1:00 P. M. Daily „ . . „ ,, A -v. The Greenbrier Cottages Ar. White Sulphur 7:3 3 A. M. Housekeeping or Non-Housekeeping for Summer Rental at Reasonable Rates Summer Temperature Averages 70° Fine Motor Roads Chicago to White Sulphur Illustrated Literature on Request Reservations at Congress Hotel L.R.JOHNSTON GENERAL MANAGER. \ Spending a fortnight or more away from Town? Notify The Chicagoan, as indicated below, and each fortnight will be topped off with a resume of the impor tant events detailed by staff observers steadfast to the duty of reporting a city that slows not nor slumbers. (Name) (New address) (Old address) (Date of change) TUECUICAGOAN MARCH OF THE HOURS Bobby Jones at the Microphone By ALION HARTLEY 34 0 No doubt about it, those suave Royal Canadians, led by our maestro Guy Lombardo, have a way of playing that would charm a bird from its nest . . . and a doggone dead-tired bird, at that! If you don't believe it, come to our Grill next Saturday at Tea Dance time, or for dinner any evening or Supper after- the -theatre. Listen to the young bloods promising their Beau tiful Ladies, before the evening's up, to love and to cherish . . . the staid matrons telling their hubbies that, by jingo, they still can cut a dash! That Guy Lombardo . . . well, as we say, come and find out! Madison Avenue at 45th Street Edward Clinton Fogg — Managing Director YOUR correspondent is something of an indifferent sportsman, and particularly, he is no golfer. This foreword is not by way of apology, for, to my mind, indifference to golf demands no more apology than an apathy towards oysters or Helen Kane. Rather, I am merely explaining my comparative ignorance of stances, sty mies and golf bloomers so that this report on Bobby Jones' radio efforts will not be in any sense construed as an attack on the wisdom of Jones' words. In the first place, I am no believer in the efficacy of carefully prepared, mechanical interviews in spreading in- formation over the ether. However, this is no brief for extemporaneous in terviews, for they are even worse, when mistakenly indulged in. The basic idea of one person standing be fore a microphone and asking another person undeniably obvious questions is certainly dull, to say the least. As long as Mr. Jones is being paid a sub stantial amount to hold forth on the technique of golf, why not let him go before the microphone unhindered by an interviewer? He could certainly cover more ground than he does under the present system, and cover it with more comfort to the listener, and, I presume, to Jones. The interviewer is O. B. Keeler, whom Jones chummily addresses as "O. B." during the broadcast. It is a sad and disconcerting fact that Mr. Keeler 's voice is so similar in texture to Jones', that it is very difficult to ascertain where one leaves off and the other begins, which, of course, is quite likely to confound completely so simple minded a person as your critic. This similarity of voices is merely a flagrant violation of a stand ing studio rule when picking people for parts in dramatic productions: Never cast two people opposite each other when there is any possible chance that there might be some confusion as to who is who. And in this case, there most decidedly is a doubt in the mind of the listener a goodly part of the time. Jones' voice is inclined to be deep, and, I fear, a bit expressionless. Far from seeming oppressed by mike fright, he gives the unmistakable impression of boredom. He is so obviously per forming a chore, that Mr. Keeler falls into his spirit and asks his questions much as if he were secretly wonder ing if he will have consomme or fruit cocktail at dinner. If you have enjoyed a preliminary course in Bill Munday's announcing, you will experience no difficulty with Jones' Georgian accent. It is an NBC show originating in Atlanta, with WIBO as the local outlet. It goes on at seven o'clock Wednesday evenings, if you're interested. Odds and Ends HAT this town undeniably needs is a good reporter of odds and ends, operating from one of the local stations. WMAQ has one at its disposal, but for some obscure reason, hasn't been using her. The lady in question is June Provines, whose one or two air sallies were pleasant experiences to me. Ordi' narily, I have an aversion to women's voices on the air. I found Miss Pro- vines' voice clear and well modulated, however. She has sprightly things to say and she delivers them in a sprightly manner. There are just one or two little mat' ters of microphone technique of which Miss Provines is ignorant, but they are small matters which can easily be learned. Her principal fault is the manner in which she handles her script. There is an intermittent rustling that sounds much like the maid eating soda crack' ers. This can be remedied easily by the simple expedient of slipping each sheet from the top to the floor, as it is finished with. The janitor won't mind, as, with all the dramatic pro ductions that go on around WMAQ, he must be quite used to it. I would suggest that more of Miss Provines wouldn't hurt a bit. It would seem that there are enough interesting, diverting things happening around Chicago to have her daily. And, sink' ing to sordid commercialism for a mo ment, it seems that it shouldn't be hard TWECUICAGOAN 35 for the WMAQ sales department to market such a feature. Chevalier IF you find Maurice Chevalier amus ing on the screen, you will prob ably like him on the radio also. He recently began an engagement selling coffee for Chase and Sanborn over NBC and WIBO, Monday evenings at seven-thirty. Regarding Mr. Che valier's program, I will content myself with the admission that the orchestra is excellent. Blue-Black Bands GENERALLY speaking, WSBC is not a front rank station and ordi narily, would not be part of the business of this column. However, their remote control pickups of col ored orchestras lend a sufficiently dif ferent air to their programs to warrant some modest mention. The orchestras picked up are Erskine Tait's, from the Michigan theatre, and Earl Hines', from the Grand Terrace. Oddly enough, the better pick-up of the two is the Tait presentation. Oddly, I say, because pick-ups from theatre stages are notoriously poor. However, there seems to be small ex cuse for the less satisfactory results obtained from the broadcast of Hines' orchestra. There is excellent music, these days, excellently picked up, ema nating from three do2;en or more Chi cago night clubs and hotel dining rooms. The explanation is, probably, that Mr. Hines is not mike-wise. There is a technique to placing your instru ments, and a generally different man ner of playing is desirable. If you don't believe it, just try to dance in a night club or hotel dining-room to the music of a mike-wise orchestra that is broadcasting at the moment! I HE obvious lesson to be drawn 1 from the recent primary elections, if you must draw one, is that radio is yearly becoming a more powerful agent for propaganda. During the campaign, the voices of the various candidates were as familiar in Chicago households as the cigarette burn on the piano. Or in some households, I should say. For obviously, a certain percentage of people don't care to be spellbound, especially in the supposed sanctity of their own home. There is going to be a good bit more of it from now until April. Three Luxurious Apartments I I I HiACH apartment is in a de luxe Building with well-trained staff. All are in Chi cago's smartest residential district, close to everything. Now available at prices re vised for the times. 233 East Walton. 11 modern rooms, 4 baths, private laundry attached. Each apartment occupies entire floor. Daylight all around, overlooks lake. 219 Lake Shore Drive. A 6 room, 2 bath apart ment and a 7 room, 3 bath apartment available, Magnificent lake view. Wood burning fireplace. 190 East Chestnut. 10 unusually spacious rooms, 3 baths. Sun room. Jewel safe. Silver vaidt. Ample storage. Unusually low rental. To inspect these apartments, telephone us, or our representative at each building will he pleased to shoiv you through. 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This col umn was to be an exhaustive treatise on spring shoes and bags and gloves and other exciting notes, but we never got beyond the shoes. Still the ones we did see are worth a session at the typewriter, and by the time the next issue calls for copy we should he well on our way to covering the whole ac cessory field, with maybe a few more shoes. We couldn't afford to let you miss the Delman spring showing which opens at the Blackstonc Shop this week laid about the edge and ending in a tiny white inlaid bow on the side, awfully good for the blue and white and blue and gray costumes that prom ise to be high fashions. Another has a triangular inset of openwork on the outer side, breaking the bulgy long line of the foot very attractively. A third has openwork inset into the vamp so that it looks like open lacing down to the toes, and of course there are all manner of reptilian trimmings very discreetly done so that the effect is dashing but not chi-chi. The classic sandal remains in favor for evening slippers and they may be dyed any color of course. The big difference this season is the use of con trasting or slightly shaded colors rather than perfectly matching tones. This is more difficult but more interesting and very stunning when well done. The blue kid pump design is also made up in The coutouricres said "dressmaker de- black or colored crepe with the strip and tails and much handiwork" and these tiny bow in gold, silver or other con- shoe people took them right up. The trast. Lovely for Sunday evenings and fine details and the delicate effects they ~ can create of something so solid as leather is pretty amazing. Eyelet work, would you believe it, in a band about the top of an oxford or inlaid into a pump, just as slick as if they were manipulating a wisp of organdie It's very effective, restrained and sim ple, though decorative, and it serves beautifully to take away the heavy look and the heavy feeling on oxfords and street pumps. Another device to make our spring and summer walking shoes light and cool is gabardine linen combined with leather the way suede is used and in all colors — from black to the light sports tones. These street shoes come with either covered or leather heels and dinner dresses. The new sandal of Delman's has narrow gold kid strips inserted into crepe or moire and the fabric may be dyed any color you please. The kid strips make your foot l(K)k as tiny as a Floradora girl's, they are handled so cleverly to break the line at the right places and slenderize the foot beautifully. B th special process they arc made very lightweight so that they feel not one whit heavier than the ordinary heel but wear beautifully and are terribly com fortable. IN street and afternoon shoes blue predominates, though most of the designs of course may be ordered in any color you want. But it looks like a bluer spring than ever. A Delman EFORE we go on we must take time out to whisper a few words to spring brides and all their friends. You can assemble linens, perfectly ex quisite ones, inexpensively; and at the same time you can get that warm glow about the heart which comes of doing a good deed in a depressed world. The Eli Bates Shop at 124 East Delaware ie leather ones are grand. By some Place is operated for the benefit of the Eh' Bates Settlement but it is proudly self-supporting and really offers splen did values in everything it sells. The mothers in the neighborhood of the Settlement bring their children to the day nursery and in the Eli Bates work rooms do all the handwork on the linens, thus earning money instead of asking for charity. The linens themselves are lovely, many of them original designs, others soft kid, high-heeled pump in blue has reproduced from rare imported piece an extremely narrow white stripe in- which friends of the shop have picked TUE CHICAGOAN 37 Shoreland originates a unique party service! . . . . Shoreland now offers an original catering and party 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, outstand i ng, orig inal — 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 modern art instruction chez'vous by an internationally cele brated modernist who, for a limited period, is in a posi tion to give a few earnest pupils a private course in the appreciation, technique, or creation of modern art. Please address inquiries to the artist's manager MR. R. HARROLD 37 W. Van Buren Street, Room 1515 Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices 1007 Rush Street DELIVERY SERVICE, DELAWARE 2185 up in odd corners of the world. In the larger pieces there is a scries of blanket covers in all sorts of attractive fabrics and silks with charming applique monograms in contrasting colors. A pale melon silk one has a large rose appliqucd in faintly deeper melon or peach tones and the effect is very deli cate and attractive. An array of travel cases, from tiny ones for hand kerchiefs to the beautiful large flat nightgown and lingerie cases, offers some ideas for trousseaux and trav elers' gifts. There are stacks of colorful lunch eon sets and towels and some of the gayest breakfast tray sets I have seen anywhere. In pale green linen with white butterflies appliqucd, or in cool blue with gay little white yachts, in brilliant corn color with a cheerful Bon Jour embroidered across one cor ner these should make house guests a joy to have around. Something else to add to the gaiety of hostesses are the cocktail napkin sets. Really dif ferent these arc, cut in the shape of flowers or leaves or fruits and brightly stitched. And some interesting string crochet doilies starched stiffly; some lovely woven sets; bridge table covers of duvctyn in handsome rich colors. This material makes a splendid playing surface and is a great relief after all the blah flimsy things one sees about at bridge parties. Besides the linens there arc stacks of amusing decorative objects most of them imported and sold for the benefit of Eli Bates -dressing table things, crystal monogrammed plaques, inter esting boxes and vases and the like, each one very distinctive. And bags, and a gorgeous imported sachet like a fresh garden, and some perfectly en trancing toys that should be a great Easter and birthday help. NOW back for another peek at shoes. Wolock and Bauer are doing some pretty unusual and attrac tive things with fabrics and new leathers. For sports spectators, sum mer afternoon wear and the like, there arc lovely two-toned doeskin slippers and bags in pale colors that are light in feeling and tone but not the least bit flimsy. Another fascinating fabric is their lace linen, a sturdy woven openwork effect (you'd better go see it, I can't quite describe it) which is used for inserts on kid and other fab rics. Java lizard and watersnake are also applied beautifully to some slippers. ON TO GERMANY FOR Good Cheer Prosit! The friendly little inn round the corner is just the nook For a quiet stein. For hours you can sit in the sidewalk cafe, listening to gay music, watching the world drift by. Up the street glitters a sumptuous cabaret that goes to bed with the lark. After-mid night shows, informal dancing, honest prices. The very land for good food, good times,and nov elty every day! Musical comedies, student songs, and friendly reception. Gaiety is the rule, and there are no exceptions. Berlin, Munich, Bremen, Stuttgart, Heidelberg, the Rhine. No visa fee, no landing charges. Write name and address on margin for illustrated Book let No. 62. GERMAN TOURIST INFORMA TION OFFICE, 665 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. "Going to Europe" means going to GERMANY 38 TMECUICAGOAN intake up tomorrow in June at FRENCH LICK Overnight from you, America's fa vorite spa is having June ahead of time! Come down and get a taste of Cumberland sunshine, of summery golf on French Lick's two 18-hoIe courses. It's the one best way to get rid of that so-so feeling — to shake off the effects of an inactive winter. Ride, hike, take the tonic mineral baths. Drink to your health the sparkling, natural waters of Pluto, Bowles or Proserpine springs. French Lick's a great place to get over "spring fever"! Only an 8-hour drive from Chicago — or overnight on the Monon Railway. Write or wire \or reservations Illustrated booklet on request American Plan Meals Included Sii a day, without bath. S12 and up a day. with bath FRENCH LICK SPRINGS HOTEL COMPANY h'rench Lick, Indiana "Home of I'liilo Water" 7. ]). Taggart, Prcs. II. J. Faurctt, Mgr. THE DANCE The Art of Kuth Page y MAKK TUKBYFILL New Dance Floor Just Installed Better Than Ever for Dinners ¦ Dances - Weddings Chicago's outstanding private Ballroom- -capacity 1000 people. A brilliant room of unique charm and distinctive character. A perfect spring constructed wood dance floor — beautiful red maple — with a cen ter panel of glass illuminated by 2000 multi-colored electric lights. Give your next party here. Extra ordinary cuisine. Attractive prices. Smaller private party rooms, too. Your inauiry or inspection is invited. Telephone Superior 4204. j. I. McDONELL, Manager Hotel Knickerbocker 163 East Walton Place OPPOSITE THE DRAKE Adjoining Palmolive Building CHAMPIONS of the dance, that is to say, dancers who possess well- defined points of view, have made vivid during the current season in Chicago at least four distinct approaches to their art. Of these it is perhaps the exponent of purely national dance.-. who has the narrowest path to tread. There is the subjective type of dancer who may feel deeply about some phase of life. Usually it is a detail of his or her own life. Supposedly he finds relief or "self-expression" when feeling or dreaming in the presence of an audience. Of course he makes the at tempt to realize plastique symbols for his moods, but often as not these sym bols are arbitrary, and are as subjective as the moods themselves. Another type of dancer is one who imitates and re produces the native dance forms of others. He may travel far and wide to collect his examples, and if he is a clever imitator his performance may be highly instructive to say the least. Still another type of dancer is one who may have recourse to the methods of all the others, yet who may by vir tue of moving outside them succeed in being more objective. Ruth Page's name goes down in the list as one of the most objective danc ers Chicago has seen this season. This in spite of the fact that Miss Page is undoubtedly a globe-trotter and has brought back from more than one country accurate and beautiful exam ples of native dancing. Jacques Cartier, who shared the hon ors of Miss Page's latest recital at the Playhouse, appears to be a dancer whose interest lies both in reproducing exotic dances he has keenly observed, and in dramatizing his own emotional reactions. AN always pleasant characteristic of L Ruth Page's recitals is their ur banity. She is mistress of many styles of the dance, and her objective view point and her light touch guard her safely from the pitfalls of vague and undefined mood-vending. She may be counted on to know not only her own mind, but also what the world know- and thinks. In a dance like her Evo lution of a Goddess, which first pic tures Diana pursuing her desires under ambush of innocent tarletons, then re veals her hunting in the open witii metallic frankness of modern lines, Miss Page proves that she has no ar tistic axe to grind. These costumes, as indeed most of her others, were de signed by the sure hand of Nicholas Remisoff. Although Miss Page has studied classic ballet with Cecchetti (the teacher of Pavlowa) and has danced it in Pavlowa's company, she knows her Machine Age as well as her ballet technique. Hers is a com prehensive background indeed and she never dwells too long on a single theme. A modern among modernists, Miss Page is nevertheless one of the few American dancers who is today equipped to give an adequate showing of the old ballet style. A severe test of the sincerity of a ballerina is her willingness to forego the appeal of personal beauty (and Ruth Page has plenty of it) for the sake of expressing an idea. Her In cantation, a witch dance, to music by Albcniz, requires such a sacrifice, but one that a really adult artist does not fear to make. I have never seen her express her powers as a dancer more convincingly than in this macabre Incantation. Mr. Cartier has appeared in musi cal comedy and in the movies, and proves with each appearance that he is a salesman as well as a dancer. In his Dances of Color, in which he sets out to show the "sour1 of green, lav ender, and brown, the fact that "brown" turns out to be a pun, refer ring as it does to the Negro, and not to the pigment, thus slightly upsetting the logic of the series, does not pre vent Mr. Carrier's selling the dance to the public. To mix terms instead of colors one might dub Mr. Cartier a high pressure dancer. An Eastern Actor, a Japanese impression, and the Mexican Beau Brummell are dances in which he closes the sale with all cus tomers applauding. With her Barnum and Bailey Tight Rope Dancer Miss Page brings the spontaneous applause of a circus audi ence into the decorous auditorium of the concert theatre; and with her Flap per and Quarterback the lusty ap proval of sport and comic strip fans TWE CHICAGOAN 39 Try CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Its purity, softness and large amount of fresh air will awaken in you the de sire to drink enough water daily. A practice that is Vital to your Welfare. Not a mineral water but "The Purest and Softest Spring Water in the World' Bottled at the Springs For Information or Service phone or write CHIPPEWA Spring Water Company of Chicago 1318 S. Canal St. Roosevelt 2920 ST.IPLK On the fringe of the theatre, shoppinq and business districts, yet in a distinctly residential neigh borhood. IJou urill find the Goronado a place for a dau, a week or a month. Moderate Tariff. Four restaurants. Coffee Qrill. Ttlammq Shop. ISHAM JOllES and his Band. r% 3feHoteL Loronado SAINT LOUIS. MISSOURI alike. Paul DuPont, a dancer who now creates costumes for both dancers and Chicago's smartly dressed women, continues to be an inimitable and in dispensable Quarterback in Miss Page's delightful satire. In the midst of much that is new on her program, the irre sistible Flapper and Qiuirterbac\. which fascinated her audiences in Mos cow and Tokyo, still finds a pertinent place in Miss Page's latest recitals at home. \/A The Story of the Soldier THE International Society for Contemporary Music has already been congratulated for producing in Chicago The Story of the Soldier. Theoretically this work could not be anything but a great success: it has Stravinsky for its composer; it has poetry for its text; and it demands dancers to carry out its action. The commonplace verbalisms of the poem (as done into English) afford no substance that can be turned to satis fying plastic account. At any rate no literal interpretation of these trite words and rhymes can escape the ap pearance of juvenility It will be a gala day for the dance when dancers discover a way to com bine words with their art. This dis covery will probably require the as sistance of poets also. C. F. Ramuz, Swiss author who composed the text of The Story of the Soldier, throws not one gleam of light towards wider horizons and new possibilities. Nowa days when the dance is declaring its freedom from the necessity of "inter preting" music, is it not unthinkable that it should set itself the prosaic job of translating literally the plots of nar rative poems? Ruth Page, Jacques Cartier, and Blake Scott were the dancers sub jected to the task of vitalizing through their movements these hackneyed jin gles. When occasionally the words subsided the dancers spoke more eloquently with their bodies. Jacques Cartier made an Adonis-like Devil. As the Soldier Blake Scott was a hu man Robot propelled by a cruel fate. Ruth Page became a fragile Princess whom fate might have set dancing in a toy shop. Both Princess and Soldier were delightful in their stylized waltz. The Five Years Flan THOSE persons whose good karma led them to the Arts Club Sun day evening, February 22, saw and r=>. 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 l£WE Sheridan Road at Surf Street 'Bittersweet 3800 40 TWECWICACOAN heard thrilling news. Leonide Mas- sine, a distinguished dancer and choreographer of the Ballets Russes told the news with four brand new dances, and John Alden Carpenter, composer of American ballets, added to Massine's plastic message by word of mouth to the effect that Diaghileffs Russian Ballet is not only being re vived, but that it will be brought to the United States, and will give per formances in Chicago. Of the four new dances on Mas- sine's program, The Five Tears Plan, to music of Prokofieff, was the most stirring. It is a hard, cold, impersonal dance, performed for the most part while the dancer lies upon his back, and generates through swift and in genious movements of arms and legs enough vitality to conquer a state. The wheels of factories, tractors, and locomotives appear to be seen turning in a ceaseless and stupendous dance. In Simultaneous Movement geo metrical and abstract constructions or sculptures are substituted for the fa miliar contours of the human body — the dancer hidden within merely lend ing his power of movement to the three dimensional design. The form in mo tion might have been a painting or construction of Leger or Picasso come to life. Selecting from the proud list of ballets, the choreography of which he first conceived and executed for Diaghileff, Mr. Massine presented ex cerpts from Mercure, Les Matelots, and he Tricorne. These, he explained through Mr. Carpenter, were in a measure replicas compressed to fit the diminutive dimensions of the Arts Club stage. The Spanish dances from he Tricorne by Manuel de Falla, have the appearance of being authentic, yet with an added, priceless beauty gained through expression in the mind and body of one of the world's finest dancers. The desire of both Wigman and Massine to express in their individual styles the contemporary spirit affords a study of unusual interest. Mary Wigman appears at times to lunge clear off the earth, perhaps into the astral plane, for her abstractions. They are the absolute of abstract movement. Yet they have been thought of as es sentially contemporary. They are really timeless. A dance like Mas- sine's The Five Tears Plan is definitely contemporary — yet is infinitely re moved from the literal. The Outer Man It's Topcoat Time YES, gentlemen, that tricky season when we know we should put on our heavy coat but slip into a light weight one instead is here again. And with it comes the ever-present problem of selecting a topcoat which we like, which the wife likes (quite important) and which is smart, compli mentary to our own physique and sturdy enough to stand up under the constant strain a topcoat always gets. It seems that the majority of coats go through life being carried on the arm rather than being worn on the back. There is nothing that adds to one's appearance quite as much as a trimly styled topcoat. Admittedly the over coat is bulky. But the outer garment of a lighter fabric, minus a lining, falls easily around the body, fits snugly where it should and drapes perfectly from the shoulders. And no matter what material you may prefer you are certain of a selec tion which permits you to choose the fabric best fitted to your figure; for while the topcoat up until a few years ago was looked upon as quite a luxury it is now an essential part of every- man's wardrobe. Men's outfitters have realized the significance placed upon this between-season coat and have seen the wisdom in having their selection every bit as complete as their overcoat stock. And what is the fabric of the season going to be? Right now everything points to "Covert." COVERT CLOTH is perhaps one of the best looking and most sen sible fabrics there is for a topcoat. Ex cellent in its tailoring possibilities because of its smcxith finish and neat weave it seldom shows a bit of wear and boasts of a London look which pre dominates even in many of the domes tic covert cloths to be put into this type of coat at a moderate price this season. A really fine Covert Cloth coat as created by your own tailor will run you around one hundred and thirty-five dollars. If you can wear standard sizes to perfection you will be able to select a trim, double-breasted covert coat this year at a price slightly above the fifty dollar figure. That is — if you want to. There will be an unusually fine assort ment around town at prices between these two extremes, and in either tan or gray (you may find a few in black and they're certainly knockout) they will represent an investment which will belie their price. While it looks like another heavy season for double-breasteds men have learned that it isn't very easy to leave a double-breasted coat open and there fore have searched around for some other style to better suit their needs. A fly-front model with either two or three buttons has been seized upon as the smart thing of the spring and promises to have a distinct following. With little body-tracing at the waist a single-breasted model of this kind allows for a rather healthy middle without accentuating it to the casual overseer. Only people with hips should wear a double-breasted coat; take heed and select your topcoat style accord ingly and keep this in mind when you're planning on a new suit. HILE the spring of 1930 saw Camel's Hair in all its varia tions from twenty-five dollar simula tions to two hundred dollar oyster cloth polo coats this year will again see plenty of camel's hairs being worn There are very few fabrics which can even approximate the soft, fluffy feel of this cloth and because it tailors so well and may be dyed any shade it has a number of uses. Vicuna is another fine fabric which many men are going to take to. A pat tern with a neat white and black diagonal weave did more on selling me a vicuna topcoat for spring the other day than anything I've seen thus far. For the man who can't afford the higher priced coats — but wishes he could — there are good looking styles tailored of llama cloth, angora and Shetland . . . and the result is well nigh perfect. Luckily everyone hasn't the urge for covert or camel's hair coats. For those who prefer the harder fabrics Irish and Scotch homespuns, unfinished worsteds, worsted-back tweeds and cheviots all needled in clever styles are most attrac tive -not only in looks but in price. Colors? Pick your coat according to your suit shade. Fashionists say that it's going to be a season of contrast in women's apparel but when men have only three or four good colors to choose from it is much better taste to stick to the ensemble. Choose your hat and gloves to harmonize with your coat and suit and now you're ready for spring — H. I M. Aunt Alvira's announcement wire. THAT'S SERVICE The readjustment of sleeping quarters. The stocking up with health and diet foods. The thought of her great love for the drama. The referring to The Chicagoan 's Mr. Boyden. The choice of plays that would please Auntie. The complications of box office shopping. The near-hysteria because of lack of time. The thought of The Chicagoan's ticket service. The filling out of the little coupon below. The arrival of the theatre ticket order. And the arrival of dear old Aunt Alvira. THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dt»rborn Street Kindlx enter mv order for theater tickets as follows: (Play)... - - (Second Choice) - - - (Number of seats) - - - - — • (Date) (Second choice of date) (Name) — - - — (Address) _ - - - - (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $.. 3 W OT) S LrD 0 DTI @ ®\^7S [j^©(3ft tFWut?D@ LUCKIES are always kind to your throat The adviceofyour phy sician is: Keep out of doors, in the open air, breathe deeply; take plenty of exercise in the mellow sunshine; and have a periodic check-up on the health of your body. 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