K, c A EtTH^O H.:jM One or A/lany jmart Cnsembles from the /Martha Weathered Shops — -4 TWtCWICAGOAN 1 / WE'LL LET YOU TAKE A SHORT CUT TO CHIC . . . i AMBROSIA SWASTIK FEATURED IN KIDSKIN AND FABRICS It may be the cut of a sandal or a slash in the vamp of a new oxford or opera ... but "cut out" your shoes must be if you want to be dated Spring 19311 Obviously, the influence of the sandal has gone beyond the strap shoe. To wit: these smart sandal effects, the intriguing new cut outs which I. Miller injects into these exquisitely made daytime shoes. They made their debut in supple kidskins, but to satisfy the demands of youthful modernes, they may also be had in a chic array of fascinating new fabrics . . . HOSIERY and BAGS by I. MILLER in complementing or contrasting shades to accent your new ensembles. • • • Custom Shoe Salon — 312 South Michigan Avenue INSTITUTION INTERNATIONALE 2 TMECWICAGOAN THEATRE Musical +THREE LITTLE GIRLS— Great North- ern, 26 W. Jackson. Central 8240. Natalie Hall and Charles Hedley in a romance of old Vienna that seems like an old settler here. Curtain, 8:20 and 2:20. Evenings, $3.85; Saturday, $4.40. Wednesday mat., $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. *EARL CARROLL'S SKETCH BOOK— Garrick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Will Mahoney still doing his xylophone dance, William Demarest, The Three Sailors and the girls. Cur- tain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.85. Saturday mat., $2.50. MTHE STUDEKT PRIH.CE — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. Needless to say, a revival, and you probably remember as much about it as we do. There was a stein song, wasn't there? Curtain, 8:20 and 2:20. Evenings, $2.50. Matinees, $1.50. 'Drama •KJONESY— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Thomas Ross in a comedy about Ameri- can youth and domestic life, assisted by Percy Helton. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Mati' nees, $2.00. -KCHERRIES ARE RIPE— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Vilma Banky and Rod La Rocque in an agreeable comedy of Austrian amours. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Satur day, $3.00. Wed., Sat. matinees, $1.50. -KTHE ADDING MACHINE— Goodman Memorial, Lake Front at Monroe. Cen- tral 4030. An expressionistic comedy of twentieth-century life, by Elmer Rice, in seven scenes going from office to graveyard to heaven. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Friday mat., $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. +THE NINTH GUEST— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Mystery melo- drama about wholesale killings at a pent' house party. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Re viewed in this issue. +UP POPS THE DEVIL— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. Roger Pryor and Sally Bates in a conventional comedy of young married life and its misunderstandings and some very funny lines. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve- nings, $3.00. Thursday and Saturday mat., $2.00. 'Reviewed in this issue. +WHEN FATHER SMILES— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. DeWolf Hopper as a middle-aged grouch with a mania for toy elephants. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $1.50; Saturday, $2.00. Matinees, $1.00. To be reviewed later. 'THE CHICAGO AN" PRESENTS— Travel, by Keith Don Musselman Cover Design Current Entertainment Page 2 Sport Dial 3 The Music and the Lights 4 Editorial 7 The Poetry Racket in Chicago, by James Weber Linn 9 Love's a Snowflake, by Mary Carolyn Davies 10 Debutante — Then What, by Court' ney Borden 11 Envy at the Ringside, by Charlotte Reynolds 12 When "Whoopee" Was a War Cry, by Wallace Rice 13 His Comic Majesty, by Sandor 14 Town Talk, by Richard Atwater 15 Lake Shore Drive, by Philip N"bitt~20-21 Chicacoana, by Donald Plant 22 In Quotes 23 The Stage, by William O Boyden 24 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 26 Books, by Susan Wilbur 31 Music, by Robert Polla\ 33 Beauty, by Marcia Vaughn 35 Shops About Town, by The Chicago- enne 38 The Outer Man, by H. I. M 39 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 41 *A LADT IN PAWN— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Guy Bates Post in a new comedy by Ralph Ketter ing and Henry Rosendale and supported by an able cast. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. To be reviewed later. -?PETTICOAT INFLUENCE — Harris 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Helen Hayes as a Mayfair one who mixes in British politics and helps run the affairs of the Empire. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wednesday mat., $2.00. Saturday, $2.50. To be reviewed later. -KTHE SACRED FLAME— Goodman Me morial, Lake Front at Monroe. Central 4030. W. Somerset Maugham's play that will round out the Goodman thea' tre's subscription season as its eighth production. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings and Friday mat., $2.00. Open ing March 31. +STEPPIHG SISTERS— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Blanche Ring in a farce comedy. For an engagement of two weeks. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. To be reviewed later ELIZABETH THE ^,1/EEN — Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harrison 6510. The Guild's production and Maxwell Ander son's version of that little affair between Elizabeth and Essex, with Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontaine. Opening April 6. THE LAND OF OZ— Selwyn, 180 N. Dearborn. Central 3404. A revival of the most successful of the Junior League's plays for children and the last of the season. You'd really better drop in with the family. Saturday mornings at 10:30. Ticket prices, $1.50, $1.00, $0.50. PENROD — Goodman Memorial, Lake Front at Monroe. Central 4030. Third of the Goodman matinees for children. A stage adaptation of the popular boy's book by Booth Tarkington. Saturdays at 2:30. Ticket prices, $1.00, $0.75, $0.25. MUSIC CHICAGO STMPHONT ORCHESTRA — Orchestra Hall, 216 S. Michigan. Harrison 0363. Regular subscription program. Friday afternoons, Saturday evenings. The fortieth season. Frederick Stock, conductor. Telephone for pro gram information. WOMAN'S STMPHONT ORCHESTRA OF CHICAGO— Goodman Memorial, Lake Front at Monroe. Central 4030. Regular subscription program. The re maining concert is on Monday evening, April 20, at 8:15. The fifth season. Ebba Sundstrom, conductor. Telephone for program information. [continued on page four] The Chicagoan— Martin J. Quigley, Publisher and Editor: W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by the aucagoan Punish ing Co, 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 179U Broadway. Los Angeles Office: Hotel Roosevelt Facinc Coast Office. Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copy 15c. Vol Al No 1— March 28, 1931. Copyright 1931. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March i, !»/*. THE. CHICAGOAN 3 Chicago Cubs and Pittsburgh, at San Francisco, March 20, 21, 22. Oakland, at Oakland, March 23. San Francisco, at San Francisco, March 24, 25, 26, 27, 28. Pittsburgh, at Los Angeles, March 30, 31, April 1. Los Angeles, at Lo; Angeles, April 2, 3. Hollywood, at Los Angeles, April 4, 5. Fort Worth, at Fort Worth, April 7, 8. Kansas City, at Kansas City, April 9, 10, 11, 12. Chicago White Sox and New York Giants, at Houston, March 21, 22; at San Antonio, March 28, 29; at Fort Worth, March 30; at Dallas, March 31; at Shreveport, April 1; at Little Rock, April 2. Little Rock at Little Rock, April 3, 4, 5. Giants, at Atlanta, April 7; at Greenville, April 8; at Charlotte, April 9; at Norfolk, April 10; at New York, April 11, 12. Toledo, at Toledo, April 13. GOLF Southeastern Open Championship, Country Club, Augusta, Georgia, March 30-31. United North and South Championship for Women, Country Club, Pinehurst, March 30-April 3. United North and South Amateur Championship, Country Club, Pinehurst, April 6-11. Mason and Dixon Tournament, Greenbrier Golf and Tennis Club, White Sulphur Springs, April 13. HORSE RACING Havana-American Jockey Club, Havana, Cuba, through March 31. Bowie, Maryland, March 31 -April 11. Havre de Grace, Maryland, April 13-25. MOTOR BOAT SHOW National Motor Boat Show, Motor Boat Mart, Navy Pier, April 24-May 3. TENNIS South Atlantic States Championship, Country Club, Augusta, Georgia, April 6. United North and South Tournament, Pinehurst, April 13-28. Annual Mason and Dixon Tournament, Greenbrier Golf and Tennis Club, White Sulphur Springs, April 20. Iowa and Chicago, dual meet, at Bartlett Gymnasium, May 2. Wisconsin, Northwestern, Ohio State and Chicago, quadrangular meet, at 4 TI4E CHICAGOAN [LISTINGS BEGIN ON PAGE TWO] EXHIBITION THE GUELPH TREASURE— The Art Institute. The famous collection of sacred relics, owned since medieval times by the Ducal House of Brunswick, is being exhibited on March 31 by the Antiquarian Society and the Renais sance Society. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. Luncheon, tea, dinner and even breakfast in a peaceful, modern setting. PICCADILLT— 410 S. Michigan. Harri son 1975. That pleasant little court and the food and that often mentioned view JULIEN'S— 1009 Rush. Delaware 4341. Heaping portions and a broad board. Better telephone for reservations. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! 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. 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. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. Abounding with Teutonic foodstuffs and Continental quiet. GRATLING'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. JIM IRELAND'S OTSTER HOUSE— 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. Admirable selection of seafoods, well prepared and served. 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. HUTLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Bldg. No matter where you are, there's always one con venient. CAS A 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. zM'oming — Noon — Nigh t SENECA 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— 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Where service is a duty and the German dishes are a pleasant memory. Grubel 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. BREVOORT HOTEL— 120 W. Madison. Franklin 2363. Here the fine old tradi tions of American culinary art are pre served. Sandrock is head waiter. BLACKSTONE 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. SHORELAHD HOTEL— 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The usual fine Shoreland cuisine and hospitality make it one of the more popular south- side rendezvous. Dinner, $2.00. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL — 161 E. Walton. Superior 4264. The magnifi cent new ballroom is perfectly suited to private 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 1 5 6 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Catering that is above reproach and equally notable service, especially for the northside diners. No dancing and dinner, $2.00. 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 orchestra plays in the Empire Room; dinner, $2.50 and Mutschler in attend ance. 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. COHGRESS 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'Hare 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. Dusk Till Dawn CASA GRANDE— 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, Sol Wagner 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. Ontario Delaware 0930. Jimmie Noone and his orchestra are there to play for you and for the floor show. And there is a pop ular after-theatre menu. No cover charge. COLOSIMO'S— 2126 S. Wabash. Cal umet 1127. Jimmy Meo 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 Newberger and his band and a clever revue. Cover charge, $1.00. FROLICS— 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kaley and his boys play the tunes and there's a floor show with several wellknown entertainers. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. MACK'S CLUB— 12 E. Pearson. White hall 6667. Harry Glyn and Trudy Da vidson are featured in the revue and Jules Novit and his orchestra turn out the music. Cover charge, $1.00. GRAND TERRACE— 3955 South Park way. Douglas 3600. Earl Hines and his orchestra, and Earl at the piano. A fast, colored floor show. Weekly cover charge, 50 cents; Saturday, $1.00. " TWC CHICAGOAN DOROTHY GRAY BEAUTY FRESH AS APRIL... THIS fS YOURS ...TO KEEP xl ow lucky you are to be young today] Your clear, smooth skin, your satiny throat and proud young chin line need not lose their loveliness with tlie passing years. It's easy for you to guard your beauty and increase it day by day il you will only follow the simple, scientific methods of skin care which Dorothy Gray perfected. Drop in at the Dorothy Gray salon and see how dehciously restful, how wonderfully helpful a Dorothy Gray treatment can he! You \l love the treatment itself, and when you see how much more radiant you look, you'll he doubly glad you made such a wise investment. Please call WHItehall 5421. ©D.G.I9JI ^00 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE, CHICAGO Pans . New York • Los Angeles • San Francisco • Washington • Atlantic City 6 THE CHICAGOAN (John StlSrmrtii GSS This we have done in co-operation with the Studio of Architecture and Furnishings of Good Housekeeping Magazine. What with reed, maple and iron furniture we provide the comfort of a Living Room, the coolness of a Garden and the informality of a Game Room. 1 he furniture and fabrics are inexpensive, but the charm of the room greets you with the freshness of Spring. — The Studio Rooms are a special monthly feature of the John M. Smyth Store and can he seen here and here alone in Chicago. Visit our Display Rooms and acquaint yourself with the unexcelled values you can get at this large, progressive, long established Store. Reed Settee and Chair, $125. Backgammon Table and two Chairs, $95. Wall Fernery, without pots or plants, $79. Maple Drop-Leaf Table, $20. Open Every Saturday ana Monday Evening until 10 P. M. we build and furnish a sun-room^ with garden. atmosphere CI4ICAG0AN Bon Voyage I ET there be no protest against the President's Caribbean L- cruise. Let none revive the outcry against the Wil- sonian precedent, nor dwell upon its outcome. Life has moved on, tradition has loosed its grip upon official prac tice, and a dozen years of democracy in a world made safe by experts have neatly, if a little gaudily, reversed the cir cumstances surrounding the executive excursion. . . . Mr. Wilson had everything to lose and nothing to gain. Let there be, rather, a popular endorsement of the idea, an encouragement of the homely doctrine that if one voyage is good two are better, to which the all-work-and-no-play adage automatically attaches itself as a clinching corollary. For our own part, we offer not only this endorsement and encouragement but the additional suggestion that, all going well on the Caribbean sojourn, a really worthwhile itinerary be worked out for a vacation befitting the office, an itin erary encircling the globe in leisurely fashion with stop overs at ports important in a trade way and with sidetrips to points of general interest. We believe that the Chief Executive of the greatest na tion in the world is entitled to no less than this, at very least to a voyage no less distinguished than is enjoyed by England's sons, and we cannot fear that his absence from the capital would result disastrously. Indeed, such is our regard for the administrative personnel, we can even en vision a directly opposite influence. We are writing our congressman today. Mr. Chaplin Serves I OGIC, which seems to be having a bad year of it at best, +-* is confounded, defeated and put to merry rout by Mr. Charles Spencer Chaplin's new picture, City Lights. Mr. Chaplin's refusal to adopt the dialogue medium was no less than a professional death warrant by any commonsense judgment. The world had become sound conscious, if not sound mad. Pantomime was a good deal more archaic than yesterday's newspaper. The great Chariot, anyone could tell you, had begun to crack up, to mellow in a way not uncommon to great artists. It was too bad. Thus logic, and the reason for our almost declining to look upon the surely sorry gestures of an outmoded genius. We went as to a funeral and found fiesta. We came to mourn and stayed to scoff — at logic, at pessimism, at the puny sophistication of a too wise generation too sure of new wisdom. We departed the theatre full of a fine fresh enthusiasm for the next experience and the next, possessed of a restored capacity to expect the unexpected, imbued with a brand new faith in the grand old theory that anything can happen and probably will. Thanks to Charlie, we now find it possible to believe that Thompson will not be re-elected, that Hornsby may turn out to be just what the Cubs really needed after all, that it may not snow on Easter Sunday and that we'd better re sume our reading of the market reports because we might miss something if we don't. If any of these miracles mate rialize we're going to have our radio reinstalled and try again to find a reason for Amos 'n' Andy . . . about the only complete incredibility we can think of since seeing City Lights is that Amos 'n' Andy and Chaplin share a contemporary public. No Charge AS one big town to another — if either cares — we can do i\ no less than extend a sympathetic hand to New York on the occasion of its current immersion in unfriendly printer's ink, nor more than offer a helpful word of counsel. The rumblings just now vibrating Manhattan are identical in contour and content with the reverberations that oscil lated Chicago on the eve of its entry upon its nowj^storic mythology. One such mythology is enough for one small world. Our word to New York, then, is simply this: Don't dramatize! The dramatic newspaper story, the gorey gang novel, the breathless radio broadcast and — perhaps greatest of these — the suave afterdinner speaker who brands the whole murky record a malicious fabrication, are more to be feared than a regiment of Capones. Having delivered ourself of which (and being a bit star tled by its profundity) we come suddenly to a tardy con sideration of the possibility that New York, in its odd way, may be actually in the market for a good bright crimson mythology for advertising purposes. In that case, Father Dearborn begs Father Knickerbocker's pardon and calls it all square. Spring WE had intended to remark that it's a bad year when only eight more million dollar incomes are reported, but it seems more important to report that the snow has melted away from our windowsill. We had, too, a note reminding us that an election impends, another reading simply "Capone — 6 mo.", and a particularly formidable numeral intended to prevent our forgetting that we launch a new year with this number. Well, we're not going to detain you to read what we'd have said about those matters if we'd remembered. We're going out and get some of this sunshine, and we're going to turn you over (as the radio announcer so charmingly puts it) to Professor Linn's eminently Spring essay on the second page following. It's simply that kind of a day and we can't do a thing about it. THE CHICAGOAN SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO <J% a/ioe ivtih \^ a tau if zJntpoctance Frey ... the high fashion of the season . . . with its deepened tone, its leaden cast ... It is the basic colour for warm, brilliant accessories . . . And one of the fundamentals of this ensemble is the grey kid pump with a bow and heel of Java lizard ....... 15.50 North Michigan at Chestnut THE CHICAGOAN 9 THE POETRY RACKET IN CHICAGO A Plea for a Poetical Volstead Act THERE are four sorts of verse writers; those who write verse be cause they must, and have something to say; those who write it because they must, and have nothing to say; those who write verse because it is easier to write than prose; and those who write verse to sell. I have a high respect for the members of classes ( 1 ) and (4) . Verse (and you may call it poetry if you like) is not really easier to write than prose. It is easier to write fair verse than good prose; and it is easier to write a short article in verse than a long article in prose. It would be easier, for example, for me to write this article, making it merely a series of sketches of personalities, in five hun dred words of verse than in fifteen hundred words of prose. For instance: "Monroe! the very word is li\e a bell Chiming a summons from the daily fret Of life, to worship where the passions swell. Ring on, sweet bell! Here's to you, Harriet!" Or again, for instance: "Sandberg! Pic\ing the bass strings of the harp of life 'Midst workers, and beside the honorable \itchen tables of the rich, and in the marketplace and in the shadows of the forested past where great oa\s grow, li\e Lincoln, from acorns casually dropped by God. Sandburg, dreaming of death As all true poets dream, but unli\e others Dreaming of dirt, too, Clothes-lines and cement, But not of love." Patterned" verse is easier to write than "free" verse, because it is easier to follow a rhythm than delicately to interrupt it; but "'free" verse relieve? the author of the necessity of finding rhymes. All other differences between them are negligible. THE second-class of verse-writers, those who write because they must, and have nothing to say, is a very large group. Because it is harder By JAMES WEBER LINN to realize that you have nothing to say when you are writing verse than it is when you are writing prose, many of the members of this group never come to that realization. A dozen or twenty such have been contributing verse for years to Dick Little's "column," under various noms de plume; perhaps only one under many noms de plume, for most of such verses it is impossible to tell one from another. Infrequently a member of this group crashes the more pearly gates of Poetry, Miss Monroe's magazine; not, however, often, for Miss Monroe is not only a true poet herself, but a stern and discriminating critic, likely to be led astray only by her longing to discover "new souls." At the members of the second class it is, of course, impossible to laugh, be cause their own urge to self-expression is so sincere. By them, however, it is unfortunately possible to be bored. Their common characteristic is longing. Sometimes they long optimistically, sometimes with a conviction of ulti mate disappointment; sometimes they long for communion, sometimes for separation; but their hearts, like those of the Two in the Campagna, infinitely yearn. They moan low. The god of their devotion suffers from the blues; as do their readers. Poets of the fourth class, those who write verse to sell, are not very numer ous in Chicago. The media of publi cation are scarce, and the rate per line far lower than in New York. Natural ly, you ask, why do they not write for New York publications, then? judge, Life, The Hew Tor\er? Listen: post age on their manuscripts would eat up the profits. And besides, the New York editors have the same sign in their sanctums that you have seen here in the street-cars and the Illinois Cen tral: Patronize Your Neighborhood Grocer. Dorothy Parker limburger is no better than Dorothy Aldis Lake Forest cream cheese, in fact to my taste less thoothsome (though the Dorothy brand of poetry is well-liked in all flavors) but it is the product of a New York herd. So most of our poets who write to sell put up their stuff in book- form. Humorous verse for children, by local poets, sells fairly well here; light verse for adults has a definite though very limited market; the royalties on "serious" verse may amount to enough to pay for the rent of a typewriter Whenever they can, our "serious" poets go to Santa Fe to live; something, either the poet or the poetry, keeps bet ter in the dry air. THE list of "serious" poets who have achieved in Chicago in the twentieth century what might be called national accomplishment is not very long. Beginning with the greatest, whose work has never since been approached here, William Vaughan Moody, one might include Miss Monroe, Sandburg, Edith Wyatt, Edgar Lee Masters, and George Dillon. (Here I pause half an hour for serious reflection. But I can remember no others.) There have not even been many of considerable local acceptance. Marion Strobel Mitchell, Maurice Leseman, Jessica Nelson North, and who else? The forcing- house of "serious" poetry, locally, has been the University of Chicago, where Moody taught and which Dillon, Lese man, and Jessica North attended. A curiously large amount of good serious poetry has been written by University of Chicago undergraduates, much of it imitative, I suppose, but much of it "promising." How do you like this, by Ginny Holton: "From out a dar\ened window music comes — A phonograph upon a worn-out disc Playing a plaintive favorite, of love and home. It stops abruptly, gratingly, and frantic hands Hurl it without, and shatter it upon the 10 THE CHICAGOAN pavement Underneath the nec\lace of the street lights, Underneath the stream of power flow- ing smoothly, Underneath the feet. Silence. "Hi, there, Danny!" "Hi, there, Pete!" Silence. A sob from the dar\ened window. Dead leaves rattling in the street, Blowing, rattling." Or this sonnet by Merlin Bowen, "To a Poet"; "And we have heard your voice at all times crying, Spea\ing what words only the wind \new; Wmh'ng, and the words lost, wind- drowned. You And the dar\ wind's passage and the pines crying. Autumn always and only, and the leaves flying. Knowing no beauty immune, but each true, Turning to death mutely and early, and few Hurt, and the laughter — always — over the dying. You who have stood weeping where the grave drops sheerly, Surely your grief is bitter, as of old Still fighting death's fingers from the fragile breath. Tct you have been faithful to the grave's edge merely. Only go farther. Pass the grave. Be hold That beauty blooming with its roots in death." ^jlii.4*i*>C:> 'And we'll have a little weekend party, dear. Just you and I, and perhaps your husband." It is not too much to say that hun dreds of poems of these types and prac tically on this level of high seriousness are written every year by University of Chicago undergraduates, read at the sessions of the "Poetry Club," and pub' lished (occasionally) in the University publications. If another Moody blooms in the Middle West, he will thrust up his beauty, I think, from roots in the University of Chicago. After forty years of watching, and occasionally engaging in, the Chicago poetry racket, however, I have come to a very definite conclusion. We shall never find our poetical Capone until we have a poetical Volstead act. Why has Al grown rich and powerful? Be cause other sources of our supply have been shut off by law. Let us then shut off by law the supply of poetry from the outside; forbid the importation and open circulation of the Keats Bur gundy, and the Shelley champagne, and the nourishing Shakespeare beer, and force the development of the local trade. Home-brewed verse; a still in every cellar; raids on every poetry speak-easy; padlocks on Kroch's and Brcntano's; gangs for distribution of what our appetites demand, and gang warfare too, with wholesale massacres on St. Valentine's Day, so incredibly appropriate; a package of odes for every copper at Christmas; and who to head the racket? I nominate the best known of our Public Library trustees, that sturdy guardian of the literary lib erties of the people, "Sport" Hermann. LOVE'S A SNOWFLAKE Love's a snowflake, White and fair, Drifting idly Here and there. Blown by any Wind it meets, In the meadows, In the streets. Drifting, turning, Fragile, slow — What so whimsical As snow? Love's a snowflake Light as air, See, it's fallen On your hair! — MARY CAROLYN DAVIES. THE CHICAGOAN n DEBUTANTE— THEN WHAT? After the Ball Is Over By COURTNEY BORDEN ACCORDING to Durand i Smith, in an earlier article for this magazine, the debutante often stops to wonder what the "second year" might be like. Might it be even more fun, she imagines, than the debut winter itself? The second year, at least, offers more time for what each particular girl would like to do the most, — whether it be spend ing long pleasant autumn days in the country riding her favor ite horse, or doing nothing in particular, — and fewer mean ingless rounds of lunches, teas, dinners and balls. The mere fact of her conjecturing in such a way about the second year is important only in the realiza tion that she does now and then stop and ponder on what her life is all about. Why this "com ing out?" And what does the world in which she has so daz- Zingly entered now expect her to do? WHILE the gay and care-free debutante is living to the ut most this one glamorous year of enchantment, there are other girls of the same age, and who probably at tended the same Latin or Parker school, who do not make formal an nouncements of their having just emerged from school. Perhaps their parents could not afford the extrava gant and necessary bank-roll involved? Perhaps for some reason these girls themselves "chose not to run?" The big debutante race is a stiff one. If a girl can not start, carrying her own colors with some feeling of assurance that she will be among the first eight or ten to finish, she had better not place herself among the list of com petitors. All of this she has usually decided, or it has been decided for her, at least a year in advance. Therefore, when summer vacation is over, and the exciting race of the win ter begins, these girls drop out of the picture quietly, gracefully. If ambi tious they decide on courses at the Art Institute or the Chicago Academy of Fine Arts, choosing to draw or paint or model. Or perhaps they may en roll at the University of Chicago, or Northwestern, and there apply them selves with literature and the fine art of writing. Maybe it is bookbinding they care to learn; or the fascinating process of illuminated manuscript, an exquisite and very ancient art. Pos sibly it is the drama, either with the thought of writing or producing plays, or with the secret desire that they might be nurturing a much cherished actor's talent. At any rate they have wisely decided to get somewhere, to direct their youthful efforts intelli gently, constructively. Rather than spend all their looks, and invest no brains in the process of seeking pleas ure. And they are bound eventually to reap the income from their sound investment. Since they have decided on a purpose in life they are steadily increasing their future capital, forging ahead gradually, not startlingly so, on the less brilliant course which they have chosen to travel. TO follow the herd, to do what every one else is doing, is by far the easiest way to live: some debu tantes discover this solution very early. tress; poets; For them it will usually be a winter seeking sunshine; a sum mer at a fashionable resort, or even a dude ranch; and another winter "season"; and so Time goes onward. The months, pos sibly the years, speed by like wings that seem barely to move in their swift flight. It takes independence of thought, inde pendence of action, to break away from the fast-moving herd, or destroy any of the binding threads of the delicately embroidered pattern into which a young girl, on coming out, is so quickly enmeshed. Despite this pattern there have been a great many Chi cago debutantes who have, dur ing the past ten years, had the courage, the independence, to strike out for themselves, and that soon after their first sea son. One is now in New York, the managing editor of Vogue; another a well-known sculp- two or three are novelists and another assists the editor of Fashions of the Hour; a few manage shops; and so on. So there are, thank fully, many chances for the thinking and intelligent debutante. IN the meantime the less fortunate, less prominent girl who could not, or did not "come out," and who dis covers it very necessary to have some definite thing to do, found herself struggling bravely with the particular thing she had chosen to pursue. She may soon have learned that she plainly had no talent. She may have given it up and decided to travel inexpensively, to see the world. There were certainly many times, in the beginning, when she envied with a heavy heart the luckier sisters who seemed to be such bright stars in the galaxy surrounding them. They shone with such a sharp and radiating brilliance. On the other hand she might, of course, have forged ahead so successfully that in her opinion the debutante suddenly began to appear as helpless as a poor floun dering ship without a rudder. What ever the immediate result of her work, whether tremendously sue- 12 THE CHICAGOAN cessful or not; what ever happened to either the girls who could not make any debuts and those other debutantes who had the courage to try something serious of their own; they all began to construct for themselves the most enormous mountain of future content ment, of resource, and self-sufficiency, which will always stand for them as a tower of strength. The income from their investments, when other things fail, when happiness might seem so very hard to hang on to, will make life far more enjoyable. SO, to sum up a difficult and intan gible problem: let the girl of eighteen or nineteen have, if possible, this one completely dazzling and be wildering year. That is, if she wants it. If she would be gay, and charming to see, and popular with the boys, let her have this one wonderful year for she can never feel such a Queen again. Let her have her bright kingdom of tinselled magic, filled with the strains of jazz, showers of flowers and pres ents, lovely gowns, and a dance-floor overflowing with a sea of black clad men. Marriage, for every girl, every woman, is a goal toward which she marches inevitably. She might never reach there, — none of these three kinds of girls. Any one of them might easily cease to care whether that par ticular goal is ever reached! Neverthe less it does exist, it is always there — ahead. And it seems banal to add that she who has successfully created her own real interest in life is very much more liable to choose more wisely, less hurriedly, than she who has not. In a very few words, an actual statement of regret uttered by an ex tremely attractive and intelligent per son: "If I had only known — or that is, if something inside of me could only have told me — that I would not be married by this time, things would now be so different!" And then she said: "I would have begun right away to work at something — seriously — and stuck to it. Instead, each year I imagined that perhaps during the fol lowing one I might get married. So what was the use of starting? . . . Now, it is too late." NOTE: Mrs. Borden's third article , on the whys and xvherefores of N smart Chicago will be published in the next issue under the caption, "Why Palm Beach?" ENVY AT THE RINGSIDE Between the rounds When dripping sponges are applied to bleeding wounds, You turn to see How I am taking it; As if you half-expected me With sudden weakness to admit That I must seek at once the coliseum door And can no longer bear this sickening gore: The acrid reek Of wet, Warm sweat On shining backs and thighs, And all these savage cries; The constant thud Of blows that tear The tender mesh Of naked flesh; And suddenly the vivid streak Of blood. But ere I've time to loose my tongue And speak, The gong Has rung. And so Of course you'd think my ashen face Is due to this revolting sight. But you are wrong, For if my cheeks are white 'Tis from a feeling of deep shame For the female frailty of my race, That may never know The wild delight Of this old game, The feel of leather bound about the wrists; Or ever fight With two clenched fists Like men, And stand victorious at the count of ten! —CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS. THE CHICAGOAN 13 WHEN "WHOOPEE" WAS A WAR CRY Moody Reflections on a Gaudy Era By WALLACE RICE EVIDENCES of a community de- J— sire to fill the blank pages of our conventional historians in regard to the more or less ingratiating vices of our immediate ancestors during the age of Victoria have come thronging upon me since these articles began publication with the New Year. The bright book let put forth by the managing directors of the Everleigh Club has been gener ously placed at the disposal of The Chicagoan, so that some conception of its not entirely modest splendors may soon be given those born too late to enjoy their actuality. Upon speaking to a prominent professor in one of our higher institutions of learning regard ing the vicissitudes of such a literary career as mine, when after having my name appear upon the title page of more than a hundred published works in one capacity or another I seemed destined to be remembered chiefly as the author of these rambling accounts of the dear dead days beyond recall, I received an invitation to come out and address his classes in English; the in stitution is coeducational. And the son of an old schoolmate has offered me one of the stone lions which for merly guarded the steps of Carrie Watson's at 441 South Clark Street, as recorded in Miss Edna Ferber's Shotu Boat. These lions, as I recall them, were sculptured in a composite style combining the best of recent cemetery art with that of prehistoric Mycasnae, were appropriately couchant, and were it not that the Chicago His torical Society is so utterly historical would grace its new edifice in Lincoln Park. As it is, what to do with a large stone lion when it comes? Further, several publishers have courteously interested themselves in any book likely to result from these desultory essays in the annals of our growing metropolis, which I am pained to learn was characterized by no less competent a person than Abraham Lincoln in 1863 as "that desperately wicked city." In this connection something might be written of Spring field, especially during legislative ses sions. In fact, reared as I was in Chicago hotels from 1861 to 1890, I am wholly without illusions regarding the superior morality of life in smaller places; too many residents of these, both men and women, stood them al most to the breaking point and came to this city to break out. Years ago I asked an old hack driver who was tak ing me to a week-end visit in a house in Elgin if there were any places of resort in that hospitable city, and he replied from that fullness of knowledge common then to hack-drivers as now to the drivers of taxi-cabs, "Oh no, they all go to Chicago for that." Charles Lamb summed it all up long ago: "A garden was the primitive prison till man with Promethean felic ity and boldness luckily sinned himself out of it. Thence followed Babylon, Nineveh, Venice, London, haber dashers, goldsmiths, taverns, play houses, satires, epigrams, puns — these all came in on the town part, and the thither side of innocence. Man found out inventions." HERE I digress to wonder if the stone lions of Chicago had any thing to do with the quaint legend in New York which came into literature with Ogden Nash's distich, "There was a young lady named Mary, And the lions didn't roar when she went by the Library." But of all the desirable information, so gratefully received by me, regarding Chicago life hitherto unrecorded, none is more intrinsically interesting than that contained in The Sporting and Club House Directory which was pub lished by Messrs. Ross and St. Clair in 1889, already discussed in part in a previous issue of The Chicagoan. This selects only sixty-two of the nine hundred establishments of the sort in town as "quiet, respectable and legiti mate establishments." Four of these are on the North Side, and two, both on South. Clinton Street, on the West Side; the rest used to make up the most attractive part of the old South Side Levee. Twelve of these houses were on South Dearborn Street and as many on Third Avenue, now Fed eral Street, ten were on Fourth Ave nue, now Plymouth Place, six each were on Indiana Avenue and Twenty- First Street, three on South Clark Street, and one apiece on Wabash Avenue, Eldredge Court, now Ninth Street, Van Buren Street, Butterfield Street, which I am unable to identify by its present name, and Nineteenth, Twentieth, and Twenty-Second Streets. Three of these were colored houses, to which colored men were not admitted. The arrangement in the directory is of course alphabetical. The first name is spelt in two dashes — one of the difficulties mentioned in the pref ace. The second is that of Lizzie Allen, 2131 South Dearborn, notable as the predecessor of the Everleigh Club. And, by the way, I erred in saying that Lizzie Allen had a double house which she later leased to the Everleigh Sisters; they themselves built the house at 2123 South Dearborn. Here again the com pilers of the directory met a difficulty After giving the number of inmates, the ranges of prices as from $5 to $20, and the fact that both wine and beer were sold there, there appears the sor rowful statement: "N. B. — Mrs. Allen refused to pay for this card." Possibly that bespeaks a certain haugh tiness and what Milton called "bad eminence"; it was justified. That it was a prosperous time for the enumerated houses is shown in that many had moved from less desirable localities and places not so commodious. Lizzie Allen had been, as has been told, on the south side of Congress Street between Wabash Avenue and State Street. Malvina Beauchamp had been at 88 Fourth Avenue before opening at 1 302 Indiana Avenue. Belle Dimick had gone from 27 South Clinton Street to 2016 South Dearborn. Frank Elgin, at 1234 Indiana Avenue, formerly lived opposite the Palmer House. Going down the line meant some thing in those lost days, and it is quite safe to say that no one who did, wheth er a Chicagoan in his usual course of life or a wide-eyed visitor to a center of American culture of many sorts which had increased its population of 503,185 in 1880 to 1,099,850 in 1890, has ever forgotten it. To reach a million surely deserved celebration, of one kind or another. 14 THE CHICAGOAN THE CHICAGOAN 15 TOWN TALK A Fortnightly Garland of Timely Frivolities Interview with a Marathon Dancer There once was a marathon dancer, A sheepish-faced, sleepy-ish prancer, Who, when as\ed to explain: "Does your wor\ strain your brain?" "Was unable to render an answer. Hoch Chicago, Parlez Vous THE talking pictures, so long in their famous infancy, seem to have jumped overnight from the baby-talkie stage to the Berlitz method. Our mara thon dancer, suddenly released from his months or years at that odd urban pastime to stumble out into the streets and look at the cinema signs, might well wonder whether Chicago, during his lychnobitic labors, had been con quered by Germany or France. As we wrote these lines, four formerly normal Chicago picture houses were presenting Sous les Toits de Paris, Der Blaue Engel, Le Roi S'Ennuie and Mordprozess Mary Dugan. If this is the result of our recent commendation of an occasional imported picture, it will be a lesson to us to be more care ful. Or else the radio will go Berlitz on us too, and we shall be hearing Monsieur le Herr Geheimrat Ben Ber- nie reciting such popular numbers as Ein String Sollt Dir urn Finger Getied Sein, Les Chevaux du Roi, Mir Hast Du Alles Gegeben, Liebe Aber K[icht and L'Homme des Vaches aux Alpes. As for Senor Rudy Vallee, he no sooner entered Mayor Thompson's bor ders recently than he started to chant The Peanut Vendor in Spanish. What this Town is going to be like under a Bohemian Mayor one can already faintly imagine. Personally we recom mend throwing away your hammer and getting a zither. w\ Song for a Zither All praise to Doctor Bundesen, Who, for the public good, Removed his face From a difficult race That he couldn't have won if he toould. By RICHARD ATWATER zAnd Speaking of Politics — POLITICS, locally and generally, needs a good loud bugle blast from this able pen. But while we have often got surprising results by filling our trombone with ink, some how lately, every time we point it at the Political Situation, a drowsy, mesmerized feeling seeps over us, in stead of the old impulse to man a bar ricade at once. Are politics getting a little dumb, or are we just growing up? For a moment we did think Big Bill was up to a real innovation, in that Pushcart Song of his about Mr. Cermak. The idea of thus throwing away a whole bloc of votes at once (in this case, two blocs — the pushcart vote and the foreign-name vote) to the rival candidate struck us as a measure that would put real interest into election campaigning. Unfortunately, instead of retorting in kind, Mr. Cermak merely welcomed Mr. Thompson's gift with open arms. If two do not play at this game, it isn't much of a game, and Your Mayor may weary of an otherwise promising sport. And there goes what interest we had in this election. Looking eastward to the larger scene, one notes Hoover passing the half-way mark in his troubled adminis tration while a homeward-bound Con gressman announces he has just seen, in a dream, a photograph of Mr. Cool- idge standing beside a cow. Such an augury, in the days of ancient Rome, would have meant Coolidge's re-elec tion on the following Calends; but nowadays we know that dreams are only wish-fantasies. Mr. Coolidge, himself, is probably through dreaming about cameras. Salary of President Coolidge, $75,000. Salary of Col umnist Coolidge, $150,000. As for the Democrats, in whom your Riq was once so amusingly interested, about all you can say is that if they do get together they will nominate something, like an oyster, with an R in it: Roosevelt, Raskob, Ritchie, Robinson, Rsmith, Ryoung or Rlewis. Of these Ryoung is probably their best bet, on the theory that the Demo crats will vote, as usual, for Hoover while the Republicans, of whom there are more, might vote for Ryoung. There. We've done what we can to make politics even loo\ interesting, generally or locally. And there's a comment on Chicago politics, when even a Coroner decides to withdraw from them. w\ Resuming the Zither The pages of the calendar, The tic\ings of the cloc\s, Announce the season starting with The vernal equinox. O hail the crocus, damsel! O hail the violets, lad! For this, of all fair Springtimes, Is the first, this year, we've had. Realtor as Bookworm A BEVERLY HILLS lady, who had bought three parcels of real estate from a gentleman in that business, de cided she now had enough lots. The next time the realtor called she in formed him it was now her turn. "I have," she said, "several rare and valu able books, and among them is one about you." "How?" asked the realtor in some surprise. 16 THE CHICAGOAN "What king's horses?' "It is a book," she said, "called David Harum." "Why," said the realtor, "I have a friend in the banking business who often calls me David Harum in a jok ing manner." "Then," said the lady, "you must have the book. I have a first edition of it, and as we have become such friends I will let you have it for only ten dol lars. As you real estate people would say, what is to prevent its going up to a hundred dollars in value in a year or two?" "I will take it," said the realtor. So she brought out the book and he paid her the ten dollars. "Will it be all right," asked the realtor, taking out his fountain pen, "if I write inside it that it is a first edition?" "Why not?" said the lady with a smile. And she watched him in an inter ested sort of way as in a firm, flowing handwriting he wrote across the flyleaf : "First Addition." 1 "Bright Village Years" (by Old Old Riqintyre) A SERIES of Chicago reminiscences have been appearing lately in various magazines and books, by such young whippersnappers as Harry B. Smith, Wallace Rice, Will Irwin, Opie Read, etc., recounting the days of Eugene Field, Marshall Field, Ernestby Field and other noted pastures. Such juvenilia have forced me out of my shell, to reveal a chapter in the life of a really early Chicago pioneer. I was a Chicago baby when the for est primeval was still a handful of acorns floating on the icy waters of what is now the Woods Theater. My crib, in fact, is still visible, on a clear day, about three miles offshore in Lake Michigan. The way it, and I, settled there may be of interest to present- day readers. It seems that over in Europe my father, the French Dauphin, had run away from Paris at about the same century that one of the wives of King Henry VIII disappeared in London, though the latter was not immediately noticed as it had happened so often for reasons of state. In any case, after about the time it then took for a ves sel to sail across the Atlantic, a quiet little family of three immigrants to the New World made their home in a log cabin in what they presumed to be Quebec but turned out to be the mid dle of Hudson's Bay. Imagine their surprise when they found themselves, cabin and all, slowly moving south, for they had built upon a glacier. Being of a careless, easygoing sort, however, they let it ride and that is how I moved to Illinois. The part of the glacier on which my crib rested somehow melted when it came to Illi nois, setting the crib down with a slight splash; while the rest of the ice- sheet with my parents on it, continued its leisurely course southward and ended up in St. Louis. FROM my perilous position three miles out in the lake (left by the partial melting of the glacier as de scribed) I was presently rescued by a canoe manned by several Indians and a white trader named Kit Carson (now Carson Pirie Scott & Co.). Thus I came to the tiny settlement of Fort Dearborn which was later destined to become so magnificent a metropolis, but was at this time a mere frontier "outpost," later "from pillar to post" and now "Town Talk." There was considerable canoeing in those primitive days, a manly outdoor sport which present-day citizens might well emulate instead of hiding from the healthful sun in business offices and ping pong hells. This was be- THE CHICAGOAN 17 cause the whole place was covered by water left by the glacier. The Fort itself rested on a log raft and what sidewalks there were, were also made of log rafts fastened together with haywire. Later the water receded to its present position, leaving acres of mud and the discovery of a new in dustry, real estate. I recall, about this time, the build ing of the first skyscraper. Made of glacial drift, picked up in Stony Island avenue, it was built as a castle for the British Governor. Major, or maybe General White, I think his name was. The castle still stands, now being known as the Water Tower. Well do I remember how the bears used to growl around the Governor's castle at night; an ox, kept by the Governor in his back yard, often lowing at the bears in dignified answer. The bears meant no real harm to the ox, but one night a few of the younger bears went too far and tried to eat the ox, a spirited and noisy bat tle ensuing. This was the first battle in Chicago between the cubs and White's ox. ""THERE were buffalo in those days, * too. All gone now. And lions, of which only three are left, two near the modern Art Institute and one in Lyon 6? Healy. Wolves? Bless your heart, we thought of them as kittens, and it was a rare cabin that did not have six or nine wolves chasing each other playfully in and out of the fire place. The only real danger in early Chicago was from the French ex plorers, such as La Salle, who had a vexing habit of taking up the side walks in the name of the King of France (public enemy number one). While this did no great harm, it con fused the Indians in their nocturnal strolls around the village, as they would unexpectedly fall into the water and be lost until the lake receded, when they would have to be picked up and placed in front of the tobacco shops. I forgot to mention that the only Indians left at the period I am now discussing were wooden Indians: all of the real redskins having pursued La Salle southward out of their incor rigible native curiosity, to see if La Salle would keep on taking up side walks in the name of the King of France in the downstate regions, where there were no sidewalks. Well sir, after a while type was discovered, and with a primitive font of type in which several letters, in cluding the s's, were carried away by woodchucks, I managed to publish Chicago's first newspaper, known as The Daily Midwee\. To print a com plete newspaper without any s's was a triumph of pioneer journalism. I clev erly used f's instead of s's, and the resulting words looked so cute that for the next century every newspaper in the country copied this idea, until I wearied of journalism and invented the wooden lightning rod. W\ THIS was an improvement on my contemporary, Mr. Franklin's in vention of a somewhat similar name in that, not being of metal, the wooden lightning rod was a nonconductor of electricity. If a child in a house equipped with my invention climbed on the roof during a thunderstorm, he would not get a shock by thoughtlessly touching the rod with his little hands. This sales point was so obviously well taken that in no time my factory was flooded with foreign orders from such notables as General Braddock, King George III, Dumas Pere, and the Mad Duke of Burgundy. It even tually transpired, however, that you could get a shock from a wooden lightning rod during a thunderstorm as the rain got it wet and the wet surface was a conductor. My business seemed ruined by this discovery until by a stroke of financial genius, I decided to make miniature wooden lightning rods and see if people could find a use for them. Thus the toothpick was born. Among my other inventions was the kerosene lamp, after which plans could be drawn up for the new Uni versity of Chicago so there would be and nozv she wants Biege IVatersnakes or a pair of Java Ringed Lizards.' 18 THE CHICAGOAN students to burn the midnight oil. Well do I remember the first college football game in Chicago. As presi dent of the new University, I played left halfback, right guard and quarter back, Mr. Stagg taking the other posi tions. The opposing team, Harvard, being similarly shorthanded, I also had to play fullback on their team. The score was 0 to 0 until the last minute of play, when in the excite ment of blocking my own kick I in jured the referee and had to take his place as umpire. The game then pro ceeded, the final score being Chicago 66, Harvard 3. Elizabethans VINCENT STARRETT, of sonnet and detective story fame, was elected the local Queen Elizabeth for 1932 at this year's round-up of those of Chicago's writing men who like to gather together once a year for the purpose of gathering together once a year. As the secretary, Dr. Morris Fishbein, apparently got an emergency call on this particular evening to set some poor devil's leg, your chairman will record here what little he can re member of the pleasant proceedings. For one thing, the authors were de lighted with their new headquarters, Mr. Byfield's Four Georges room; Guy Hardy particularly expressing his ap proval of the narrow circular stairway at the head of which, he was sure, he could have held off a platoon of police men with ease. McKinlay Kantor, of Diver sey and L Goes South fame, drove in all the way from Des Moines in order to call up his five-year-old child on long dis tance and say a kind Goodnight be tween times when, true to his last name, he obliged with cowboy ballads. Kurt Stein, equally thoughtful, re strained himself from singing the Stein song. A host of Daily Tsfews authors, fresh from their Schlogl's table, ate lustily of the Sherman food and shortly before midnight a Mr. Riq, shaking hands with a delightful gentleman with a fighting smile, discovered it was Knowlton Ames, new owner of the happy Post. A unique feature of the occasion was the moment when Attorney Philip R. Davis, as treasurer, found that, balance his books as he would, he was still $4.75 short for the evening. Words of a Feather Their speech is void Of everything But words li\e puppets On a string. They thin\ their ta\\ Of friends and weather Will \eep their spirits Close together. And so their tongues Must prattle words Li\e flapping wings Of frightened birds. 'Au fait, ain't it? Huh?' -FERRY ADAMS. ^Anybody Want a Zither AFTER this, we had better keep /V away from zithers and stick to zippers. This is what came out this time with a mild leer at New York colleague Winchell: Vulgarity's ridiculous, Pedantry ma\eth drowsy: To me the word "pediculous" Just seems pediculousy. T)oris and the Magician TAKING a modern child to see a magician (and we noticed, during the ex-Illinois wizard, Nicola's recent visitation that we weren't the only par ent who had had that idea) is a slightly THE CHICAGOAN 19 disturbing adventure. We had ex pected, for instance, to have to sup press a few childish screams on the part of our guest when the talented magi cian sliced the lady into three parts. Instead of which Doris merely leaned over and asked if we could see the trapdoor down which, she assured us, the lady must really have gone. We mean, where is the human race com ing to if an eight-year-old girl is thus cynical when confronted with a wizard mincing a person before her very eyes° If as brilliant a magician as Nicola meets with such treatment, what chance has Mayor Thompson of con tinuing his previously remarkable career indefinitely? <JWechanistic Urbanities AND — while admitting that the *\ stranded World employee's re mark that "Old Joe Pulitzer must be turning over in his grave like an elec- trict fan" will seldom be equalled — D. E. H. is still, somehow, reminded of the time Ben Hecht commented, per haps on an adverse critic of one of his novels, "He looks as if he combed his hair with an egg-beater." zMae Drops the Pilot Stars MISS TINEE of the Tribune de cides that "the star system of picture criticism has outlived its use fulness"; and apparently the exhibitors had discovered that several of us had got into the habit of skipping movie reports, in papers diagramming their reviews with stars or diamonds, when ever these tokens numbered less than three. Diamond Doris Arden of the Times, now the only Town critic to continue the custom, thinks it slightly hard on the reporter to estimate pic ture values thus exactly, but that the public likes it. We've always thought Karl Baedeker of the guidebooks had the right idea when using stars as marks of approbation. He rarely, if ever, found it necessary to use more than one asterisk. Jiddle-dee-dee (also Der und Das) LIVE and learn. The violin and the ~ viola, K. M. S. tells us, are fem inine in the German language; the double-bass is masculine; and the 'cello is neuter. There is something to think about, the next time you hear a string quartette. Bert Lahr, the daffy mechanic in Flying High, who breaks the endurance record because he does not know how to land. Boom, Boom! HEADQUARTERS of the World's Fair publicity promoters, we hear, are a headquarters indeed, charged with military atmosphere and electric with Colonels. Or maybe it's Generals, and the Colonels are the low est rank permitted around the place. Anyway, this points to a solution of the problem we told you was worrying us: the emptiness of the Fort Dearborn stockade on the lake front. It should be opened immediately as a barracks for the World's Fair publicitors: with flags flying, sentries challenging, bugles blowing, and cannons booming three times a day. We don't know which way the cannons should point. Per haps in the general direction of Mr. Frank Lloyd Wright, he suggested with a disarming smile. RUDOLPH REUTER says the charge is possible, but that he can't really remember telling the ladies, at one of his lecture recitals in Indian apolis, that "This excellent composition by Beethoven is a 'posthumous' work; as you know, ladies, posthumous' means that the piece was written after the master's death." ... A gentleman giving his name as Jekyll and his address as Hyde Park hopes, the Star- Spangled Banner now being our na tional anthem by act of Congress, that critics pained at the opening words of the song being "Oh say" will now forever hold their peace, especially as "The charge was never true anyhow. As actually sung, with two notes for the first word, the anthem begins 'Oh, Oh', perhaps explaining where Amos got his noted comment." . . . And then there's Professor Hatfield of Northwestern, who must be quite a stately figure. Happening into How ard O'Brien lately, the Professor com manded the critic to "adumbrate." An O'Brien is always willing to adum- [turn to page 40] THE CHICAGOAN SUNDAY ON LAKE SHORE The smart-in-spite-of- th em selves couple doing a Milzvauke e avenue strut for the sole benefit of the public at large. The human polar beaf5 bodies to the hardly /« depending, of course, ° presence of an audie*c rotogravure photor Charles, weekday in terior decorator, Sun day Beau Brummell, out for a successful mash with the passing gels. The more sober version of married life. The lady, mildly wistful and the gentle man stem and unyielding as ever, both having attained the stage of life where the Sunday afternoon pace along the lake is beneficial. THE CHICAGOAN 21 DRIVE By PHILIP NESBITT Young marrieds, Mr. and Mrs. Tommy Wendellsby, giving Baby Wendellsby its first "brief" along the Drive. Mildred and Wilbur (mamma and papa) Pretty stiff and tasty in their Sunday clothes gtznng away a stare at others identically garbed and related. 22 THE CHICAGOAN Announcing our Spring Display of New Clothes for 1931 Also a Special Collection of Original Modes (or the Younger Set very moderately priced CHICAGO Modes for Immediate Wear cr Custom Tailored 545 Michigan Avenue, North CHICAGOANA Keliquary Me Back To Old Brunswick— Luneburg By DONALD PLANT THERE are always exhibitions around the Town that people are attending. A display of the work of ceramists probably draws a crowd. A Mohammedan (as with Tcheckov's name, there are about eighty-two ways of spelling Mohammed's) prayer-rug show more than likely pulls, too, — certainly a couple of Mohammedans ought to be expected to drop in on their way home from work, anyway. And an exhibit of bottles with ships in them might get by for a while. Then, sometimes, there are exhibitions that are noteworthy, to which, when you attend, you really ought to take some paper and a pencil and notes. The Guelph Treasure is one of the latter. And you can check up on us if you want to, because it is being brought to the Art Institute on March 3 1 by the Antiquarian Society and the Renaissance Society. It is the famous collection of reliquaries (recepticals for relics to you, you dope) owned since medieval times by the Ducal House of Brunswick-Luneburg, the present mem bers of which are sitting in a monkey cage right now as far as finances go. THE treasure has a great history, if we remember anything at all about that course in Central European history we took some years back from Professor Hyacinth Schultz, — History D-14f, we think it was called for short. The relics were sheltered for cen turies in the cathedral of Saint Blasius at Brunswick and its origin and history is closely associated with the House of Guelph whose members have been practically the sole founders of and contributors to the collection. Henry the Lion, Barbarossa's principle oppo nent on German territory (but you re member all about him) brought many of the sacred relics from the Holy Land, and among these were a num ber of Apostle's arms which Henry had mounted in gold, silver and precious stones by the greatest goldsmiths of the period. There are more than eighty objects in the treasure all dating from periods before 1500. A few of the most in teresting are The Guelph Cross, elev enth century; an eighth century medal lion; the Horn of Saint Blasius, eleventh century; the Cupola Reliquary, about 1175; arm reliquaries of Saint Sigis- mund and Saint Lawrence, eleventh century; the head reliquary of Saint Comas, thirteenth century; a mon strance with the tooth of Saint John the Baptist, fourteenth century; and several other crosses, portable altars and arm reliquaries. This treasure, said to be priceless (although five outstanding pieces of it have been purchased by Mr. and Mrs. Chauncey McCormick for their pri vate collection and one has been pur' chased for the Art Institute by the Antiquarian Society), is the only existing medieval ecclesiastical collec tion which has remained intact. It represents almost without a gap, the work of goldsmiths from the first mil- lenium nearly up to 1 500. And if you aren't especially interested in its eccle siastical value you might be in its antiquity. Silver Foxy AND then there is another fur coat l story about the Loop hotel mani curist whose avocation was gold- digging. An old party was in town for a convention and a week on-the-loose and had taken quite a fancy to the gel. He was dough-heavy and a good spender, but the young lady felt she hadn't had her share. One evening THE CHICAGOAN 23 shortly before his visit was to end, she began talking fur coats and how advan tageous it was to purchase them at the time, what with so many sales in progress, warm weather and so on. Or even a fur scarf would be nice. "And you can imagine," she told a friend later, 'my disgust when I found out he was president of some sort of Anti-Steel Trap League." V/k IN QUOTES Ashton Stevens: No mother who sees Up Pops the Devil at the Selwyn will want to raise her son to be a writer. Charles Collins: No fond moth er, after seeing Up Pops the Devil, will want to raise her boy to be a writer. Rudy Vallee: You should have seen the dignified fashion in which I rebuked the person who threw it. Calvin Coolidge : One of our most beneficial institutions is the town meeting. "Bugs" Baer: The eighteenth amendment might be repealed if we could find the blamed thing. Jane Addams: Under post-war conditions young people revolting against Victorian prudery, against in nuendoes and distrust of natural im pulses, have made a cult of frankness. Stephen Decatur: Our Country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong. Rebecca West: Her glowing color was one of her chief beauties— that and her stature, which would have been sturdy if she had not been as near god dess size as would have enabled her to hold her own on a pedestal in any art gallery, make her definitely superb. \m G. K. Chesterton: The Spirit of the Age is not a Spirit; it is not really spiritual, for by definition it is not immortal. 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Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 Corinnis SPRING WATER (ALSO SOLD AT YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD STORE) 24 THE CHICAGOAN TOPCOflTED By TERREMS English Topcoats, as well as those which are fash ioned by Jerrems in this country, are notably aligned with the require ments of men and young men of metropolitan taste. The prices, for either town or country models, are pleasantly persuasive. 65 and more Chicago London New York Los Angeles THE STAGE Too Many Parties and Too Many Pals By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN UP POPS THE DEVIL, now at the Selwyn, tells us that it is a fright- ful thing for a man to have a regular job in the day time and try to write at night. Particularly so if, as in the case of Steve, the handsome hero of the play, the literary frustrate is fool- ish enough to let the word out to his friends that he has liquor in the house. This cosmic theme gives me a grand chance to wallow in exhibitionism. Steve and I differ chiefly in two points. He wanted to write the great Ameri can novel, whereas my meager talents are content to wrestle with play re views. Moreover, my lawyer tells me that it is against the law to keep liquor in the house, so I never do it. My friends drink buttermilk or coca cola according to their taste, while Steve's Greenwich Village cronies look upon the gin in its native bathroom purity. Steve has a very appealing idea. He decides he should spend all his time on the novel and let his wife earn their keep. After Act I of Up Pops the Devil I enthusiastically suggested to my better half the advisability of such a procedure in the Boyden menage. We had the matter under advisement until the end of Act II, when Steve discovers that the position of a kept man is not without its drawbacks. At the final curtain we had abandoned the idea, and I still sit at my desk on La Salle Street. The growing conjugal pains of Steve and Anne are not without their mo ments of reality. Several jolly little domestic squabbles make the husbands and wives in the audience look at each other knowingly. But in the main the young couple are sentimentalized crea tures of the theatre, whose heartaches never seem quite authentic. In this era when every other boy you meet has a first act or a third chapter in his vest pocket, the burning urge to write loses its appeal as a subject for soul conflict. Up Pops the Devil has something in common with Torch Song. In both plays the incidental characters and humor are superior in entertainment to the main story. The miscellaneous gang of souses, gagsters and goofs who wander in and out of Steve and Anne's apartment are full of bright quips and sallies. At times the dia logue reminds one of Philip Barry's humorous whimsies, but the lines here have more cutting edge. Roger Pryor and Sally Bates work earnestly to imbue Steve and Anne with the stuff of life. Mr. Pryor brings poise and charm to the bone-headed Steve. He is the type of young actor who might be supposed to bring out the maternal in women. The bread- winning wife is played by Miss Bates with sincere feeling and patrician manner. Both performances are worthy of better material. Walter Glass is just right as a funny boy to whom every drink means a dozen gags. As a society gigolo who marries sixteen million dollars Bryan Donlevy is amusing, if a little incredible. Up Pops the Devil is faithful to its Greenwich Village environment — sur face clever, brightly amusing, but without much substance. Inside Job * * T^HERE'S something brewing 1 here tonight." So speaketh one of the four sur vivors of the cast of The Ninth Guest after two and a half acts have wit nessed the summary deaths of four other paid up members of the Actors' Equity Association. As one home- brewer to another, I submit that four out of eight possible casualties tends to show that the plot is beginning to thicken. But I have already told too much. To find out how many of the fortunately surviving quartette remain for a curtain call you must invest three dollars at the box-office window of the Adelphi Theatre, situated on Clark Street between Washington and Madi son. Pent-houses have had an evil repu tation even before Walter Winchell referred to them as "Repent-houses." Conventionally there is no way out except the front door, unless one wishes to make a parachute jump off the bal cony. Unconventionally the front door of this particular house-on-the-roof has been diabolically charged with enough TME CHICAGOAN 25 electricity to electrocute all the negroes put to death in Cook County in any given year. To add to the embarrass ment of the eight assembled guests, a radio with an unobstructed aerial an nounces that they will all be dead by morning. What a night! With Monte Christo precision well cut tuxedos and smoothly draped evening gowns bite the dust. The cleaning and pressing bills must be very onerous for these nice mimes who make their suave en trances "dressed to kill." While you may be against killing as a general prin ciple, you are likely to admit that most of the casualties meet their just deserts. And, anyway, it is pleasant to realize that one actor may plug another with a forty-five on the stage and then go out after the show for a bowl of chili con carne with the dastard whose fic tional life he has just snuffed out. Such sagas do not require a troup of Barrymores and Cornells to inter pret them to an audience of discrimi nating mystery lovers. In fact a man ager would be a boob to pay over two hundred a week for a woman who can squeeze her breast while declaiming, "Oh, how horrible," or a man able to hold a revolver firmly while he barks out, "In one minute I shoot." The cast of The 7<[inth Guest is equal to every requirement of the situation with espe cial mention for Howard St. John and Eleanor Hayden. Personally I am nuts about this sort of thing. Tail Spin AFTER a couple of unsuccessful t\ attempts to get off the ground in the good ships, Rebound and Lazzaro, the Goodman made a brilliant flight with one act of Elmer Rice's The Adding Machine. Then they went into a tail-spin. But those first four scenes — weird fantasy on the Beggar on Horsehac\ order, centering around Mr. Zero, a character epitomizing the commonplace — are performed with startling effectiveness. Four superb bits of impressionism — Margaret Love droning the cheap movie dreams of the mop-and-dishpan slave, and whining of her husband's futility over his sleep ing body; Harry Mervis and Katherine Krug, chained to desks and outward hatreds, while they spew from the sub conscious in Strange Interlude fashion the frustration of their drab desires; the O'Neil touch again in the masks who drool the ghastly bromides of cWryon can go/ -to places you've dreamed of. To the Far West— even to Cali fornia where dreams come true. 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Midnight shows and dancing in splendid cab arets with honest prices. Musical comedies and jazzoperas/sidewalk cafes and exhilarating hours. Berlin, Hamburg, Cologne, Munich. No visa fee, no landing charges. Write for ^-v Illustrated Booklet No. 62. (JJjy German Tourist Infor- . . mation Office, 665 Fifth Fireworks in Berlin Ave., New York, N. y. "Going to Europe" means going to GERMANY every day conversation; and finally Harry Menus' finely sustained prison scene, a monologue of mordant power. I wish it had stopped there. The second part lets the evening down. Mr. Zero, after being hung for murder, ad ventures through various conceptions of the Hereafter. The satire leaves the social field to jibe clumsily at re ligion. His ghost wanders in purga tory, the Elysian fields and heaven, arguing at length with other shades about sin, evolution and reincarnation. With the shift in point of view the sharp sting of the humor diffuses into Shavian windiness. The actors strug gle valiantly to keep up the inspira tion of the earlier scenes, and the ef fective stage settings continue to in trigue one's lagging interest, but the demise of the lamented Zero sounds the death-knell of the play. I feel like a phonograph when I say again that Harry Mervis is a fine actor. The present occasion is his field-day. Of the eight scenes, all but the first are largely on his competent shoulders. He never staggers under the heavy load. An inspired makeup completely changes his youthful appearance into a cowed, baldish, middle-aged worm. Even his voice is different. Toi the piteous frustrations and timid sexual divagations of the average man he brings humor, subtlety and depth. Two other parts stand out. Margaret Love monologues the entire first scene as the complaining Mrs. Zero. To hold an audience for ten minutes while speaking in an irritable monotone is art. One does not easily visualise Katherine Krug as a sex starved spin ster, but she gives the character a per formance of rare and delicate feeling. I think her first act scene tops anything she has done heretofore, even the Sea Gull. My suggestion is to attend The Adding Machine twice and stay each time until ten o'clock. Half a Year After THE theatrical business is punk. Most S. R. O. signs are gather ing dust in the cellar. Which makes it appropriate to investigate why after a run of over six months Three. Little Girls is playing to capacity and sold out for weeks in advance. A flock of academic reasons present themselves — good notices, reasonably priced seats, established clientele for operetta at the Great Northern, well known names with box-office draw. But many shows have these advantages and quickly find their way to the warehouse. The answer is that people like Three Little Girls (and each of them and their sweethearts), attend, come back for another view and tell their friends. Since September there have been several changes in the cast, the most important of which is the substituting Miss Nancy McCord for Bettina Hall. Nothing is lost thereby, except the sen timental interest of seeing and hear' ing two sisters in perfect artistic rap port. Miss McCord has beauty of a warm Celtic quality, a gracious per sonality and a voice of rich lyric smoothness in completely harmonious blend with Natalie Hall's gorgeous soprano. You do not often hear such singing in operetta as these girls and Charles Hedley give this luxuriant score. George Dobbs who used to love the Second Little Girl has given over to Chester Herman, a personable young man dancing nimbly and demeaning himself with verve and dash. He gets more humor out of the part than his predecessor. Of those who have been at work from the commencement of the run, the firm of Raleigh, RatofF and Puck (well and favorably known in the night-life of the town) continues with their respective specialties. Sir Harry Puck, sure and knowing in comedy method, is adding to his ef fectiveness by his lure for the flappers. Grisha RatofF still dampers the hand kerchiefs when he locomotors about the stage in benign senility. As for Evangeline Raleigh, she is more fas cinating and stylish than ever in her blonde loveliness. Ashton Stevens said in September that this play would go out when straw hats come in. Critics are not always wrong. Wk CINEMA Laugh, Charlie, Laugh By WILLIAM R. WEAVER I DO not know whether Mr. Charles Spencer Chaplin's nonesuch sense of humor is of the two-way variety, but if it is I am quite sure that his downy pillow smothers many a full throated chuckle as he lays him down to sleep after one of these big days with the worshipful Astors, the respectful Shaws and the admiring multitudes. He has ample reason for laughing THE CHICAGOAN 27 aloud, but that wouldn't be seemly. His City Lights and surrounding cir cumstances are enough to warm the cockles (whatever they may be) of even the weatherbeaten Chaplin heart. Mr. Chaplin's best private laugh, I suspect, has root in the amazing yet wholly normal reaction of a public avowedly sold down the river on talk ing pictures . . . only Chaplin's all but magic timing sense could have fixed the precisely correct instant to unveil a silent production. Out of this chuckle must rise a whole array of lesser ones, the one at the expense of those learned greybeards who told him he couldn't get away with it, the generous smile with which he must contemplate the discomfiture of the friendlier few who counselled him to retire while he was yet monarch in his province, and the possibly sympathetic grin he must pro duce when reflecting upon the sharp decline of Lloyd, Keaton and other former competitors A. D. (after dia logue) . The girl in City Lights is, in the post-Purviance Chaplin tradition, new. She is Virginia Cherrill, of this town and the South Side, and she's pretty and charming and, I suppose, destined now to be starred in motion pictures and to make triumphal returns to the home precinct at intervals and all of that. She's talented enough to draw quite a crowd to the station. Yes, Charlie has much to amuse him. But so have those who bow him about Europe and so have those who pay their tribute via the box office of the United Artists theatre, Chicago. These have City Lights to amuse them, and City Lights is the most amusing picture since Charlie's last one, whatever that was. If classic is one of your favorite words, you are safe in using it here. To tell what City Lights is about is criminal of course. To describe a Chaplin comedy is to rob a reader ot an experience all too rare in the fullest life. But I feel it no less than a duty to mention, especially in case I've bruised your conception of the king clown by picturing him as laughing up his sleeve, that the boxer who trades miss for miss and laugh for laugh with him in the funniest sequence ever filmed is one and the same Hank Mann who stood toe to toe with Charlie in the very early, days and fought him rung by rung up the ladder of fame to the point where Charlie broke free and ran away from the field. 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So that the busy society and ex ecutive woman may avail her self of the opportunity, hours are 8:30 A. M. to 6 P. M. Telephone Randolph 1500 CHAS. A. STEVENS & BROS. lesser virtue can explain his sharing his greatest comic achievement (try, after you've seen City Lights, to decide whether Chaplin or Mann is best in the sequence referred to) equally and completely with his earliest and worthiest foe. I HAD quite coldbloodedly decided not to see Beau Ideal or East Lynne for you, the former because I feared another Herbert Brennon production might prove to be my last and the lat ter because Fm sure another East Lynne, even Ann Harding's, would be. But I weakened on Beau Ideal, chiefly because Adelaide Hall was singing blues on the so-called supporting bill, and so am in a position to tell you that Beau Ideal is not as bad as I sus pected it would be, but worse. Again Mr. Brennon marches his Legionaires up and down the sand dunes, like the king's horses, going nowhere, like the story, and never getting there. A lot of good players are taken along, Irene Rich and Loretta Young for two who might better have stayed at home and played ping pong, and a story that some director might have made inter esting is riddled with piffling dialogue and murdered with machine gun fire. (Miss Hall, by the way, was worth while.) I'm going to stick to my first decision as to East Lynne. The East Lynnes I've seen, man and boy, stage and screen, by that title and others, would last, if layed end to end, from now until I'd cried myself to death. I'm sure Miss Harding's weeping of the principal role must be by far the grandest weeping it's had, and if you can bear it I'm sure you'll come out of McVickers delight fully sodden. I prescribe, as a perfect antidote, the two-blocks walk to the United Artists and City Lights. CLISSA LANDI and Charles Far- *~ rell have five-sixths of a great picture in Body and Soul (leave when the Colonel starts on his one-man court martial). Miss Landi is a per sonable and competent newcomer, al though I can't see why they group her with Garbo and Dietrich, and Farrell is no less the sweet and clean young man than always. The story's good, too, to the point mentioned. I sup pose five-sixths of a great picture is enough to expect of something mis- titled Body and Soul . . . not that • With 65% of our original guests still with us, and a steadily growing clientele, we know we are offering the utmost in hotel home satisfaction. • Beautifully furnished 1 to 6 room suites— ideal location— 12 minutes to the loop — excellent restaurant and food shop In building — exacting service and everything you would wish in your own home. Yes, even very moderate rentals. Why not pay us a visit now? • Ownership Management Direction of FREDERIC C. SKILLMAN Sheridan Road at Surf Street ''Bittersweet 3800 THE CHICAGOAN something good might not have come from even that. Fighting Caravans is the first thing in the Covered Wagon tradition that has made me feel rugged and out-of- doors and eager to try my hand at In jun-fighting since that sturdy pioneer of pioneer pictures. This one, perhaps in part because Ernest Torrence and Tully Marshall are in this much as they were in that, really makes it seem that all the caravanning and covered wa- gonning and winning of the West was not only worth while but a downright entertaining business at worst. There may or may not be as many wagons, in this one, but the number never did matter. The spirit is there, and the story neither falls short like The Big Trail nor stretches out like Cimarron. As usual, the pair who carry the love interest, Gary Cooper and Lily Damita, are more or less forgotten an hour after the picture is over; both are all they should be. Chicago gets not one but two breaks, both of the wrong kind, in Dance Fools Dance. The St. Valen tine's Day massacre is a prominent incident, second only in plot impor tance to the subsequent and directly resultant slaying of a newspaper re porter about to enter a subway (I won der if the author was trying to tell us who shot Lingle). Perhaps because these incidents are not yet explained in dull fact, this fictional version of them seems peculiarly authentic. At any rate, Dance Fools Dance is going along nicely and getting a pretty good grip on the old credulity when the little girl reporter, whose brother did the shoot ing and who happens to be Joan Craw ford, solves all the riddles by so fas cinating the big shot back of it all that he walks blandly into a sudden death that would have shamed Zuta. The time to leave this one is when Joan gets a job in the gangster's night club and tells him she's a gal from St. Louis (or maybe it's Kansas City). I HE really bad news of the fort- ' night is Millie. I mean the gen uinely bad news, not merely the major disappointment. Here's the best alto gether worthless motion picture it's been my unhappy lot to intrude upon in convenient memory, and I've too much time invested in it now to spend more in digging up a precedent. If the President has run out of problems to appoint commissions to look into, I'd like to suggest that he loose a flock of 29 aramuiri trie. . . the fascinating new hand-knitted fabric that is a highlight of the Spring season ... Our collection includes models in shades of green or brown . . . Hats and bags to match. Wholesale Department, 15 West 47th Street © NEW YORK - 16 Easi 53rd St. • PHILADELPHIA - 260 South 17th St. CHICAGO-132 East Delaware Place • PALM BEACH 30 THE CHICAGOAN 608 SLMichigan Bl. THE factory wholesale show rooms of the Robert W. Irwin Co. at 608 S. 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Michigan Bl. idle congressmen upon the producers who spend tons of their money employ ing excellent players and production staffs to make us spend eons of your time and mine — if placed end to end of course — following a narrative that turns out to be just a tale (as differ entiated from a story if my differential hasn't been sprung by the sheer idiocy of it all). Mille's hasn't a point. I'm resentful enough of the time spent on this one to break an old established rule against telling what it's all about. Millie, superbly played for no reason by Helen Twelvetrees, is a nice kid who marries a wealthy boy who isn't any good. They have a baby before she catches him with a blonde. She gets the divorce but he (or his mother; he evaporates on being discovered) keeps the baby. Millie gets a good job and works up. She falls for a news paper reporter, who isn't any good either. Then she falls for a good guy with money. Then she falls for a vague sequence of other guys (it's the kind of thing that makes "guys" a good English word) and so on until the good guy with money (see above) takes her daughter, now sixteen, to one of those swell hunting lodges. She shoots the good guy with money; there's a trial; the daughter tells the jury all about it; Millie goes away with her daughter in her mother-in-law's swell car and the no-good reporter says he guesses Millie's going home. The difference between the above paragraph and the picture is that the picture takes longer to tell the same thing better. I beg your pardon for stringing it out. My reason, aside from pique, is that Miss Twelvetrees and several other competent players can't tell you how sorry they are about it all and someone ought to. IF the President does appoint that commission, I suggest that it turn, when it has learned the dull truth about Millie, to the sad case of Jack Oakie. Jack's bad break is June Moon, a swell picture for almost anyone else, and perhaps a swell picture for Jack if they had let him play the piano and given his job to almost anyone else. The lines in June Moon are good, as you know, and there's plenty of com edy and enough dramatic counter weight (despite censorial deletions), but it casts Jack as an oaf. Jack's forte is goof, not oaf, the distinction being the thing that gets between you and the laughs all through the picture. For our closing stanza we have My Past, in which Bebe Daniels and Lewis Stone are among those who have af' fairs before the former marries Ben Lyon (this is in the picture only, of course), and Don't Bet On Women, in which Edmund Lowe does so with Roland Young on the other end of the wager. Both of these are worth your while, the latter somewhat more so than the former because it's funnier. Neither is tremendous; both are sub stantial as to plot and intelligent as to execution and performance. Wk To See or Not to See city lichts: Charles Chaplin's grandest comedy. [Don't miss it.] beau ideal: Herbert Brennon at his matchless worst. [Don't see it.] body and soul: Elissa Landi and Charles Farrell in a swell war picture that crashes about ten minutes before the finish. [See the first hour of it.] fighting caravans: Gary Cooper and a lot of other hardy pioneers in the best thing of its kind since The Covered Wagon. [Go.] dance fools dance : Joan Crawford solves the St. Valentine's Day Massacre and Lingle mysteries single-handed. [If you can bear it.] millie : A little of Madame X, a little more of East Lynne, and far too much of Millie. [True Story hour is better.] june moon: Jack Oakie and a good show foully murdered. [Don't look.] my past: It's Bebe Daniels' and Lewis Stone's and Ben Lyon's and not bad as pasts go. [Might as well.] don't bet on women: Edmund Lowe, Roland Young and suitable company in a lot of good dialogue worth listening to. [Hear it.] the new moon: Lawrence Tibbett and Grace Moore in a swell and tuneful pic ture. [See and hear it.] reaching for the moon: Doug Fairbanks does the reaching, and misses. [You miss it, too.] the right of way: Conrad Nagel gets a good part in something Queen Victoria might have liked. [You wouldn't.] many 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.] stolen heaven: Nancy Carroll in a good idea that gets lost early. [Forget it.] the truth about youth: Untrue, not to say uninteresting. [No.] cimarron: An epic, a classic, and so on and on and on. [Go.] the devil to pay: Pure Lonsdale. [Don t miss it.] the doorway to hell: Lew Ayres as a kind of Capone. [If you care.] the royal family: Fredric March does a swell burlesque in a grand comedy. [By all means.] TI4E CHICAGOAN 31 BOOKS Life Is Like That By SUSAN WILBUR IET me begin by explaining that I L, am not of a scientific turn of mind. One more required science and I might never have stepped up to re ceive someone else's diploma. Imagine me then propping up on my lap table the two volumes of The Science of Life prepared for a long bout. And having contemplated that picture, contemplate this: my subse quent joyful realisation that here were 1500 pages of scientific facts that I had known all along. Pavlov's discov ery that dogs see the world only as black and white, Morton Prince, table tipping, behavorism, identical twins, Mendel's law, the dinosaur, the eohip- pus, evolution in general, uranium degeneration as a measure of geo logical time, cancer as cellular anarchy, man versus insects. Consoling to think that having once lost the battle to the brontosaurus they are not likely to win it over us. But what Julian Huxley and the Messrs. Wells do with all these odd fragments of information and misin formation that are in the air, the Sun day supplements, and the believe-it-or- not columns, is a little like those sifted specimens of theirs which reassemble into organisms. For having stated their individual facts with a nice didacticism, accompanied now and again by proof, they organise them book by book into a continuous story. Not confining themselves to the provisional statement dear to the scientist, they even give us the long view on matters of opinion ranging all the way from the Stopes trial to prohibition, and from tea and coffee to the chances of the future life communicating with us via ouija board. In other words, this is a popular isation, but it is not what is known as a mere popularisation. (fentle Libertine AT this time of year — the parent l"\ education conference meets at the Palmer House on the last Saturday in March— the maternal instinct be comes extremely noticeable in Chicago. Keep your ears open and you will hear in one trip down town more true stories than you would get by a year's subscription to the magasine of that A MfLGRJM Coat of Moby Blue Chohsaleen trimmed in Greenland Blue Fox admirably expresses that style personality evidenced in the original creations of The MlLGRIM Coats provide for a selection both in style and price,, from distinct examples of the season s mode. ILGVl NEW YORK DETROIT MIAMJ BEACH ^J* CLEVELAND 600 MICHIGAN BOULEVARD • SOUTH THE CHICAGOAN MUSIC Remains the Fashion All along the Ave- nue, eager eyes were rewarded with visions of grand dames in elegant plumes and saucy basque . . . step ping gingerly inside the great portals whence came sweet strains of Easter music * name. Here are two for a starter. One woman wished to give her boy a cor rect attitude to the stockyards and to meat in general. She succeeded so well that, when his uncle died, the boy expected chops, uncle chops. Another was anxious to put over certain other facts in plenty of time. All the same, her audience remarked, I should think it would be something you wouldn't talk about. This second story is a propos of The Gentle Libertine, by Colette. It used to be that you couldn't read Col ette in English. Colette used in fact to be a sufficient reason for learning French. Now the Colettes are blos soming on every bough. And English does this to them: they sound like things you wouldn't be saying. zArt Dealings THIS fortnight's new Chicago novelist is Adeline Atwater, nee Lobdell. The Marriage of Don Quixote: a title which, as someone re marked, takes some living up to. And as inside information about art gal leries it does have its high spots. The hero gets his early preparation for art dealing by mowing down an art deal er's lawn. Next the principles are laid down: one good customer pays ex penses, two pay a dividend, three and you retire, but if your one good cus tomer dies you leave Kansas City for New York. Finally the hero gets mixed up in a windmill — I have been told that the reason why so many peo ple know about the windmills in Don Quixote is that they occur during the first fifty pages. He divorces as well as marries her in the course of a Paris buying trip. It would, however, take the wit of a John Erskine to make the book as snappy as it sounds. New Athertome AS long as Gertrude Atherton writes l of Greece and Carthage she sounds pretty up to date. But when, in The Sophisicates, she sets out, for the first time in several years, to be technically modern she succeeds about as, well, John Erskine succeeded a few months ago. That is, although she dresses her sophisticates in tags of Freudianism, and even permits their presiding genius to be the principal in a murder mystery where her husband is the corpse, these sophisticates are tempermentally of the Henry James era. To Read or Not to Read THE SCIENCE OF life: The Wells boys [H. G. and G. P.] and Julian S. Huxley do a popularisation of quite a few -ologies. [If you like Wells.] thf. savage MESSIAH: The touching Gaudier-Brzeska story done by H. S. Ede. For the select few and possibly a few more. [It may appeal to you.] THE MARRIAGE OF DON QUIXOTE: Adeline Atwater may be an expert on modern art, but not on the art of novel writing. A first novel. [And very firsty at that.] THE GENTLE libertine: A girl's experi' ences in love from fourteen to twenty- four done in Colette's best manner. [Try it.] the sophisticates: Mystery story in sheep's clothing and Gertrude Atherton's first book in some time. [Oh, yes.] a tea-shop in limehouse: Thomas Burke's stories with an O. Henry twist, but essaying a few more murders to a dozen. [And here are we, Burken- heart-ed.] murder in a haystack: Dorothy Aldis grows up and does an excellent society novel that goes mildly murderous. [Yes.] a jew in love: Boston's ban would have been more fitting if the grounds had been, not moral, but literary. [Well, you re member what James Weber Linn thought of Hecht, don't you?] naked on roller skates: Maxwell Boden- heim tells a story in latter-day thieves' Latin with events to correspond. [Oh, no.] grand hotel: Too good box office to make a good novel. By Vicki Baum. [Not an ointment.] Lincoln the man: Edgar Lee Masters after Lincoln. All that you'd have thought Rupert Hughes' Washington was from the way the D.A.R. gels talked about it. [If you are loyal to Illinoisians.] reader i married him: American Paris and the lamp of Aladdin. Good enter tainment by Anne Green, and not a bad argument as to ancient and modern love philtres. [Yes.] the making of a lady: The social about- face of a Southern city in 1917, studied in true Mercury style. By li'l ol' hotsy-gal Sara Haardt. [Yes, yes, Mrs. Mencken.] this OUR exile: Anastigmat lens photo graph of a family tragedy, 1931 model. By David Burnham. [Uh-huh.] education of a princess: The Grand Duchess Marie on the old Russia. [If you like memoirs.] theatre street: Tamara Karsavina on the old Russia. [If you like reminis cences.] making bolsheviks: Samuel N. Harper, of the University of Chicago, on the new Russia. [Not a lullaby.] YEHUDA: The first really human footnotes to all those argumentative books about the Zionist experiment in Palestine. Meyer Levin has done a good job.^ [Yes.] murder for love: A sob-sister's view seven female malefactors. lone Quinby wrote it. [Hardly.] manga reva: Robert Lee Eskridge blossoms as an author. He used to be an artist. He still is. [You might look at the pictures.] TI4E CHICAGOAN 33 MUSIC A Different Couple By ROBERT POLLAK ON Sunday afternoon, March 1, Guy Maier and Lee Pattison, best-known and best loved piano team, said goodbye to joint recitals and Chicago audiences in one of their typical programs. It is too bad. We have learned to look upon them as in separables, like O'Connor and Gold berg, Amos and Andy, and ham and eggs. But they both have other fish to fry and, for the time being, an nounce the dissolution of a duo. The farewell was cheerful and punctuated with the usual informalities. The be ginning of the program was delayed until Herman Devries opened his mail and expatiated on the Young plan in that enormous whisper of his. Then Maier's Stein way broke down (Adv.) and the boys had to begin over. But when the repair man had finished they plunged into a typical program, includ ing the Moy Mell of Bax, Casellas Puppazetti and the trick double Etude of Chopin transcribed by Maier. Their vaudeville by-play was about as usual. Pattison's eyebrows worked furiously and Maier grimaced and gesticulated with gusto. But since, with these disturbances, went their un cannily marvellous ensemble, their light facility and keen musicianship it oc- cured to me that it will be fiendishly difficult to replace them. Perhaps Gavin Williamson and Phil Manuel of Lake Park avenue are next in line. As Maier and Pattison departed Gitta Gradova emerged into the light again, after a year's retirement due to illness, to appear with the Symphony as soloist in the Fourth (and newest) Rachmaninoff Concerto for piano. The work reveals the dour old Russian in his characteristic idiom. He writes, as usual with the greatest fluency and sympathy for the piano, and, although he still turns his back stubbornly to contemporary music, the concerto is always pleasant and sometimes pro found. 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Of its four performances I heard only that of The Flying Dutch man, an evening of mingled pleasure and pain. Pleasure because it was fas cinating to listen to the young Wagner going through his copy-book exer cises, preparing with clumsy hands the marvellous ingredients of later master pieces. In the Dutchman he is still tinkering with the oom-pah base of the Italians and the Meyerbeer-stained flights of mawkish melody. Yet the opera speaks with the voice of magis tral youth. Its dramatic soarings are bold and its libretto is superbly knit. My pain came chiefly from the coarse .and complacent conducting of Max von Schillings, now as always more famed as one of the ex-politicians of the Berlin State Opera than as a chef d'orchestre. Schillings was hard put to it to disguise his boredom. His strings were swallowed up by the obvious and blatant counterpoint of the brass. He paid little heed to the phrasing or rubato of his singing principals, and his manner at the desk was invariably graceless and distracted. Of these principals the best was Margarethe Baumer, a Senta with a lush and pow erful voice. Max Roth, as the Dutch man, was one of those gentlemen who start a passage a quarter-tone below pitch and then fight the orchestra for thirty-six bars. But it never seemed to bother Schillings. ON Sunday, March 8, a brave little band of Arctic explorers battled its way down to the Studebaker to hear John Goss and his male quartet of London Singers. It was well worth the trouble. The American musical world shamefully neglects the English masters of the sixteenth and seven teenth century. It was a thoroughly delightful experience to hear the part- songs and madrigals of Cornysshe, Byrd and the mighty Purcell. To these the Londoners added English and Scotch folk-song settings and a smattering of chanteys from a half dozen navies. Goss, the leader, a handsome gentleman with a serviceable baritone, is an expert at dialect, and round, canon and chantey were pro jected by him and his foursome with the flavour of soil and sea. If the London Singers come back, don't miss them. Next door Harold Van Home, a virtuoso of the broadcasting studios, gave his annual Chicago recital. He played a conventional program of Schubert, Beethoven, Chopin and as' sorted bon-bons with considerable energy and some poetry. He is a bit careless and slap-dash, but I suppose one gets that way after years of reg- ular service before the chilly maw of the microphone. At Orchestra Hall I heard the Mischakoff String Quartet in one movement of a Haydn Quartet. Ap pearing under the auspices of the Chicago Chamber Music Society Mischa and his men (Saidenberg, Evans and Polesny) seemed eminently qualified to step into the shoes of the wandering Gordons. Mischakoff is a fine musician, apparently slated for a long and brilliant history with the Symphony. Saidenberg, given confi' dence by his new post and fortified by several successful solo appearances with Mr. Stock, is obviously taking the cello more seriously than ever before. He will doubtless become an indispens- able integer in local chamber and orchestral music. ADVANCING toward the Bertha k. Ottoman empire, Rudolph Gans in piano recital on March 22. A re turn of Angna Enters, diseuse, on April 5, and a session of song from that prince of darkness, Roland Hayes on the seventh. One week from today Iturbi, the colorful Spaniard, will play Liszt and Beethoven with the orches tra. The season is getting thin but it's still tooting along. NOMINALLY SPEAKING Spaulding-Gorham, Black, Starr & Frost Would be tossed For a loss if Batten, Barton, Durstine & Osborn and Fisher, Boyden, Bell, Boyd 6? Marshall Felt the urge To merge. — STOOGE. TO OFFICE SEEKERS Civic virtue Will never hurtue. — DAVID H. KENISTON. TWt CHICAGOAN 35 BEAUTY Gentlemen Prefer - - ? 1 1 ? By MAPvCIA VAUGHN IT happened after she had been read- * ing a lot of Michael Arlen and de cided to go decadent. So she splashed mascara into her lashes, covered her face with waxy powder, laid a thick crimson film across her lips. Positively pulsing with chic, she rushed to meet him. He gazed at her and gasped: "My Lord! Go wash your face!" She switched into wholesomeness tor his successor. Deep brown powder over ruddy cheeks gave her a strange purplish cast, rich healthy paste was spread on her mouth. When his friends saw him with her they thought he'd gone native. So that ended. In the third era she hid her hair under tight caps and looked like a badly frightened egg. Now, in the fourth, she sprouts ringlets, pulled out from under her hat and dangling like a spaniel's ears, straggling down her neck like an unemployed's haircut. And the poor bewildered male won ders what in the devil is she driving at? Since she is driving at him, ninety per cent of the time, the situation, you see, becomes doubly confusing. Some weeks ago, therefore, we decided to do something to clarify things. Maybe, said the beauty editor, a few affable men could be cajoled into telling us what they really did and did not like in the modern feminine appearance. Ha! could they be cajoled? Like hun gry wolves our hitherto inarticulate halves pounced upon this curious wo man. From east and west the answers flew in, and when the smoke of battle lifted, faint moans were heard coming from a mass of some five score ques tionnaires. That, my children, was Marcia Vaughn, counting, tabulating, summarizing, boiling down the free and lengthy thoughts of a hundred men. She ended by drawing no con clusion from it all except that the old Adams seem to band solidly together in demanding a fairly impossible she. 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A few of the milder expressions were: "both terrible," "looks like a frozen dishrag," "awful," "no words can express my hostility," "rotten, rotten," "not so hot." Even the smattering few who liked it qualified in each instance with "on the perfect type" or "if she looks like Greta." Since Gretas are few and far between you better be careful, gals. Those hours under the permanent waving machine seem to be justified by the overwhelming vote of three-fourths of the lads for curly hair, a lot of them specifying "just a faint wave." The other quarter was divided between the "either, depending on type" faction and the straight-haired group. That proportion seems about right, too, as most women do look better with a slight wave, and just a small group can wear it straight attractively and dis tinctively. Is there a baldhead in the house? If she will drop around some day I'll give her a letter of introduction to the dope who wrote in response to all the hair questions: "I do not like hair." What has happened to the blonde market? Exactly twice the number who voted enthusiastic "yes-es" on the blonde question said "no." Most of the votes were for brunettes, quite a few dragged in redheads. Others shouted for near blondes, light browns, trying to get both Lorelei and Dorothy qualities in one frail person, I suppose. Apparently it isn't such a determining factor anyway, as quite a sizable group claimed no bias. The cryptic group bobbed up again with "depending on where and when," "not the kind you mean," "or what have you," and the like. Those are the answers that try a summariser's soul, I tell you. MAYBE you can dig an answer to that age-old "What in the world does he see in herV out of the following list of preferences. What in a woman s appearance, queried we, seems the most important thing to you (complexion, feet, hair, figure, dress, etc.)? In the order of their importance all these features were singled out: 1. complexion, 2. figure (a few gasps of enthusiasm were added here quite frequently), 3. the tout en- THE CHICAGOAN semble, perfect grooming, 4. hair, 5. dress, chic, originality, 6. trim feet and ankles, 7. good features and profile, 8. bearing, 9. hands and nails, 10. mouth and teeth, 11. eyes, 12. appro priate dress for each occasion, 13. per sonality. Goody, goody, even the "in' telligent face" got a vote — one, count it. Another solitary vote was a good, strong, red, line under the "etc." in our question. Would that be a count for IT, maybe? Well, since the feminine form looms so important, let's take that. Or would you like to take it and let me go home to the kiddies? We asked them if they liked their girls slender or well-rounded and one acute gentleman promptly re plied, "There is no essential contradic tion in the two terms." I discovered that when I found that just about half the questionees went for the slender contingent, but specified in nearly every instance "not bony," "not an gular," "not boyish formed." Almost as many voted for the well-rounded frequently being downright specific and saying "plump," but these, too, qualified their vote by declaring they didn't crave obesity. A small group stuck to the middle ground. All in all, it looks as if Everyman wants them about the same — not fat, not thin, just perfect thassall. But the answers do prove that man likes his curves, and wise were the coutourieres when they banished the boyish form and decreed the return of the feminine. Look at these if you doubt: "I like them well-rounded, yet not so well-rounded as to be fat, but just a curve here and a curve there, and with hips. I like hips. Womanly, don't you think?" — "plenty of curves for me" — "nicely upholstered" — "slen der in the legs but well-rounded where women should be well-rounded. I do not like the so-called boyish, straight, willowy type" — "slender but shapely" — "slender, but no bones in evidence" — "slender, but some curves" — "slen der, but not angular" and so on and on. But I warn you — even the "plump" voters do not love a fat lady. GLUTTON for punishment, I went on to consideration of makeup problems. Again the ideals" of 1931 fashion authorities are upheld by the men. They played naturals overwhelmingly. They don't like exotic makeup, bright lipstick, made-up eyes, thinly plucked eyebrows. To a man they shouted nay. 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 parry — every- thing to make your party in dividual, outstand ing, original — unique from very start to successful conclusion. Whatever the occasion — let us show you how Shore- land can give your party brilliant novelty never an ticipated before. HOTEL SHORELAND 55th Street at the Lake Telephone Plaza 1000 TI4E CHICAGOAN 37 Yet they really didn't mean "na tural" when they said that. They de clared for "a natural appearance that is the result of skillful artifice," "for very subtly shadowed eyes," for "har monious lipstick that doesn't come off on shirt fronts," for "pruned eyebrows if they are too shaggy or look like Groucho Marx," for "well-manicured pink nails, not too sharp." In a word, they want subtle artistry and no freak ish, conspicuous effects. Not bad, their observations, and how they seem to notice things! The brief-lived fad for highly col ored nails and polishes in weird colors to complete costumes is luckily pass ing. Luckily for the men — they seem to suffer so. When asked what deep crimson, violet, green and such col ored nails did to them they spluttered: "What do ice cream and pickles do to you" — "paleese!" — "G-r-r-r" — "pretty sickening" — "give me the jit ters" — and "Ooh! First they make me utter low, hoarse, growling noises. Then I foam at the mouth and fall to the floor in a fit!" SINCE this was a pretty represen tative group of Chicagoans and New Yorkers, ranging in age from twenty-eight to maybe forty-eight, a wide awake, alert, group, we decided to get one sweeping decision on the question of types and took the plunge with: "Would you rather have your women smart and sophisticated in ap pearance or sweet and pretty! But they fooled us here too. While about half declared emphatically for the smart and sophisticated and only about one-eighth for the sweet and pretty, the exacting three-eighths demanded that their ideal be all four — smart, sophisticated, sweet, pretty. They like them sweet and pretty at home and smart and sophisticated abroad, the first at the breakfast table and the second at a cocktail party. And how would they like a sock in the jaw? The whole thing ended in a free- for-all when they began answering the What is your pet peeve query: These are the most frequent sources of an noyance: poor grooming and untidi ness, with violent emphasis on untidy shoes; shiny noses; too much makeup; superfluous decoration and overdress ing; hands uncared for; "goofy hair- dresses"; "shapeless, jellyfish legs"; flat boyish forms, masculine effects; "stock ing seams running cockeyed"; colored [turn to page 40] Three Luxurious Apartments I I I Juach 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. 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JUST WONDERFUL FOOD ? 38 TI4ECUICAG0AN | smart shop directory g iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii^ sports • afternoon • evening ORRINGTON HOTEL * ^______ EVANSTON _____^_^ Prances R- 1660 East 55th STREET AT HYDE PARK BOULEVARD t* <y ^ !& HALE ¦ ¦ FOI fS GRACIOUS DICNITY FOR THE MATRON AND THE CHARM OF YOUTH FOR THE YOUNGER SET KATHERINE WALKER SMITH— "The Blouse Is the Thing' 270 E. Deerpath, Lake Forest 704 Church St., Evanston Ellen Jrench Town and Country Clothes that appeal to the discriminating Miss or Matron Spring Showing Now 5206 Sheridan Road c He nfii^ FURS 108 N. State St. 220 Stewart Bldg. of distinction Suite 201 Pittsfield Building SHOPS ABOUT TOWN Notes That Cheer By THE CHICAGOENNE STOP me if you've heard this one, but honestly it is a lovely spring. This is written after a day of splashing and being splashed, of wading through treacherous puddles and bumping down streets that are solid ridges of almost impassable snow. Still it was a lovely day. Once inside the shops life be comes rosy once more, rosier than ever because the clothes this year are more cheering than ever. For your first dose of brightness you might stop in at the Debutante Salon on Saks1 third floor. You'll probably come out grinning and all perked up for the day. You'll be perked up be cause you will have acquired a par ticularly chic and beautifully made cos tume. And you'll be grinning because the price is almost ridiculously low. In the street things look for a stun ning black suit with contrasting print blouse and knee-length coat shaped to button slimly about the waist with a faintly military air; for a delightful blue suit with short coat and capelike collar banded in blue fox; at the coach man coat after Chanel with dashing strips of white caracul applied to the collar and cuffs; the gorgeous new soft tweed coats with taffeta lining; the coats with large squarish collars of flat furs which button up in terribly in triguing fashion, after Vionnet. The dresses are just as delightful — a soft lemon chiffon evening frock, its tiny separate cape turning into little sleeves and banded by a strip of open work of the same yellow chiffon; a cool blue and white printed crepe with flat flowers of the same fabric banding the little sleeves; heavenly laces, fascinating blends of browns and whites, browns and a flattering greige, that flat new opaline green of Patou's, and blacks. SPRING, and this spring especially is the time for blouses. A blouse may be just a limp bit of relieving color under a suit or it may be a wonderfully becoming and dashing part of your cos tume. It all depends on the way it's done. The moral being that your blouses should be just as precisely fit ted and even more carefully fashioned than any other piece of apparel. Kath- erine Walker Smith at her charming Evanston and Lake Forest Shops raises blouse design to a fine art. They fit exquisitely, of course, and are delicate with new handwork — lattice work, stitched medallions, clever bows, and interesting collar effects on crepe de chine, fine fine hand fagoting on voile and rows and rows of tucking on hand kerchief linen, eyelet embroidery with contrasting bands and bows, tailored satins and soft graceful satins for after- noon wear. Most of them have ties or belts and short peplums in this year's feeling to make them easier to wear than the severe tuck-in and the sleeve details are pretty thrilling. ANOTHER North Shore shop that l attracts the fashion-wise is the Reid-Calkins establishment in the Or- rington. Miss Calkins' collections are assembled with a sure touch and you can be certain of that elusive thing we call High Fashion here. Aside from the stock she has, individual costumes are made to order in your own colors and modifications of models that you like or in original designs. In the imports there's a new Goupy suit in that deep blue, basket-weave effect with a lot of new notes — collarless neckline, wide blue fox cuffs, three quarter sleeve. Blue fox (a favored fur this season) also finishes the collar of a Punjab red coat, belted and fitted at the waist and sporting interesting sleeves which flare upwards towards the elbow. And the four-piece Town and Country cos tumes are a joy to behold and wear. In one for instance the long topcoat and skirt are of the same material, a new red tweed, the blouse is soft grey wool and the jacket is a nubby tweed in grey and red with red buttons. This simply makes endless combinations for town wear, for the country, for the traveler. WITH greys and blues and greens predominating in the spring color chart the costume jewelry people promptly bob up with just the perfect things to complete the blend. Crusader chains are grand for that blue and white suit, that black and opaline dress, that grey and blue fox ensemble. They are fashioned into interesting necklaces and bracelets, finished in the dull tone of Swedish silver, look mas sive and clanky, and are light as a TME CHICAGOAN 39 And in the Next Issue Why Palm Beach? a searching inquiry by Mrs. John Borden Spring a sparkling cover by Clayton Rawson The River That Runs Backwards first of a notable folio of photographs by Paul L, Rittenhouse Bookstalls April 3 Fish to Take Home OU can now buy 18 kinds of Fresh Fish . . . Alive and Broiled Lobsters . . . Jumbo Crabs . . . Stand ard, Select, Count Oysters . . . Blue Points and Rockaways . . . Jumbo Frog Legs . . . Crab Meat . . . Shad Roe . . . Clams . . . Shrimps . . . Scallops. Cleaned and prepared ready to cook. GENUINE DEEP SEA TURTLE SOUP, FULTON MARKET CLAM CHOWDER IRELAND'S RETAIL FISH STORE 630 North Clark St. Phone Delaware 0019 Xext Door to Restaurant You can have your fish, oysters or lobsters cooked ready to serve at home. Delivery if desired Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices 1007 Rush Street DELIVERY SERVICE, DELAWARE 2185 feather. You'll find them at Stevens. WE ended our tour on a real note of cheer — some new highball glasses by Von Lengerke and Antoine. And when we said new we meant new. Each glass in the set of six has a dif ferent city scene etched into the side of the glass and a dashing black band encircling the top. The scenes fit per fectly into penthouse and apartment parties — skyscrapers rearing into the clouds on one, an airplane swooping be tween two buildings on another, a little dirigible bobbing about some more sky scrapers, a ship moving down the river. The glasses are beautiful as well as in teresting and they are called, we add with a smirk, the Chicagoan set. The Outer Man Easter Tidiness MANY a man has invented a busi ness conference to keep him out of a frock coat or discovered a very pressing date with his bankers as an excellent excuse to dodge striped trous ers but there's not a man in existence who can avoid donning everything from spats to ascot for the one great dress event of the year — Easter Sunday. Granted that most of us much pre fer a lumber-jack shirt and corduroy trousers to anything that borders on a stiff collar and buttoned waistcoat we really have stifled our "he-man" tendencies and adapted ourselves to civilized apparel quite well. The ma jority of us, though, still shy at climb ing into something which starts at the base with patent leather oxfords and is topped off with a wing collar. However, it being an old Spanish custom to allow the women to have their way it's just as well to please the wife by being correctly dressed for the Easter event; and it's no more expen sive to get the exact clothes for the occasion as it is to spend money on apparel that's not appropriate. Regardless of how familiar or unfa miliar you may be with clothes for formal day wear you naturally are cognizant of the main essentials. Striped trousers, frock coat and top hat — you say. Right! And few of us are quite sure as to just what comes next to complete the effect. Just for your own information we'll whisper what's what. ESTABLISHED 1653 Chicago's First Tailor For seventy-eight years we have designed and built clothes for gentlemen of affairs. During those years we have developed the art of being distinctive and indi vidual, yet eliminating any thought of conspicuous- ness, in the moulding of gentlemen's clothes. THE EDWARD ELY COMPANY Carl Highfield, President 104 South Michigan Ave. New Dance Floor Just Installed Better Than Ever for Dinners - Dances - Weddings Chicago's outstanding private Ballroom — capacity 1000 people. A brilliant room of uniaue 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. Tour inquiry or inspection is invited. Telephone Superior 4364. J. I. McDONELL, Manager Hotel Knickerbocker 163 East Walton Place OPPOSITE THE DRAKE Adjoining Palniolive Building ROCOCO HOUSE 161 E. Ohio St. Smorgasbord Special Sunday Dinner 1 o'clock 9 Dinner Every Day 5—9:30 Thursday Special Squab Dinner Tel. Delaware 3688 40 TI4E CHICAGOAN YOUR coat should be a black or dark oxford cutaway frock. You'll be pleased at the trim appearance such a coat will give for its body tracing and rather straight lapels tend to empha size slenderness. We'll hope that Easter Sunday will be warm enough this year so that you can do without an overcoat but should we get the rest of our winter this spring we suggest a single-breasted or double-breasted black coat. Trousers are gray and black striped — and offer you your only chance at variation. There are several different styles of stripings from which to choose and your selection will depend upon your taste for wide or narrow effects The waistcoat used to be definitely black — of a fabric to match the coat. Now, however, custom recognizes either pale gray or light tan and a few well-dressed gentlemen have even gone so far as to wear a white waist coat thus affording a bit of contrast. The double-breasted style carries just a bit more swank than does the single- breasted model though both are correct. Of course, you've been wearing tails this winter and with it you've worn a silk hat. This is your hat, then for Easter. As for the shirt— any white shirt with either plaited or plain front will do. The cuff's must be starched and you have your choice of either a wing or double collar. Most men prefer the wing. YOUR scarf is really a scarf when you wear formal day clothes, for the ascot is the accepted form of neck wear. Silver and black either in a figure or a stripe is correct and just in case you wonder how it should be tied we suggest the throw-over manner and not the older v-shaped knot. A single pearl scarf-pin is necessary in this case to hold the ascot in place and the rest of your jewelry should be of either gold or platinum . . . and similar enough to harmonize with the pin. If you do not care for the ascot you may wear a bow tie or even a four- in-hand and be perfectly correct but the effect will be much less formal. As for the remainder of the acces sories — your gloves may be light gray or white, your hose must be black silk and your shoes may either be black patent leather with kid or cloth tops or they may be patent leather oxfords worn with either white or pearl gray spats. (Should you have to wear that overcoat we talked about you'd better also slip on a knitted or woven silk muffler — either white or black and white) . Well — there you are — -follow this prescription to the letter and you'll be perfectly dressed for this Easter busi ness which even better men than you have succumbed to. And really — after all you'll probably have a decided swagger and a springiness of step that may surprise you for being correctly dressed and well-groomed gives a man an optimistic outlook on life that even 15 months of business worries can't shake. Doctors orders then — and fol low the dose carefully as administered by friend wife. It's a sure cure and guaranteed to produce one smartly dressed gentleman for Easter morning — H. I. M. [begin on page 35] nails; plucked eyebrows; falling for ward, teetering effect of too high heels; dresses with tails and dangles; bathing suits and beach robes; galoshes (and how should we keep tidy shoes with out them?). Well — I hope this means something to you. As for me, I'm reduced to the state of our poor Mr. Plant who, by the time he reached the tenth ques tion, babbled: "No, I do not like exotic makeup — my happiest Christ mas was spent on a fruit farm near Sacramento. All the children were home from school and we were all to gether again, except Fred, my second boy who was in America on ore busi ness. And what a time we had!" TOWN TALK [begin on page 15] brate, and Howard asked permission to adumbrate about columnists. "Definition of a columnist," com manded Pro. Hatfield. "Columnists," decided that great ad mirer of the industry, "are pickers-up of unconsidered trifles." "No," said Prof. Hatfield, tapping O'Brien firmly on the cuff three times. ">(ot pickers-up. Snappers-up of un considered trifles!" Gobble gobble gobble. On the Treatment of Poets AN old contributor, Rose B., in- L forms us with apparent regret that her daughter has had two short poems published in a poetry magazine, and asks, "Could you possibly see her some time to look at her work and ad vise her as to the advantage of scrub bing floors? I know this is asking much of you but you have always been more than kind and I know so few Literati." Your daughter's poetry, said Riq hastily, is doubtless excellent and in any case we know of no cure, save the chance of outgrowing it in time, for the affection of poetry-writing. Read ing the works of other young poets has been known to hasten the cure. Some think Psychoanalysis of benefit, but we do not recommend this treat ment. It is merely likely to result in the poet writing poems to the psycho analyst. Vagrancy Cure (Mex.) THE vagrancy-charge method of dealing with million-a-week citi zens reminds our Ex-Mexican friend, Professor Boder, of the way that coun try used to proceed in such cases. There was, it appears, no legal trial: you merely appeared before an official (such as Dr. Boder), paid a fine of $100 or went to jail for fourteen days. When the fourteen days were up, a regiment of one hundred policemen surrounded the jail, the doors were opened, and the warden announced: "Manuel, alias Tomaso Amilcar, alias Pedro Filipo, alias Julio Fernandez del Moriar, is now at liberty." Manuel, etc., would then march out of the jail, be arrested for vagrancy, go back to jail for fourteen days, and so on until the next change of govern ment. Unless, of course, Manuel were sent in the first place to a penal island, two miles from the Mexican shore in seas infested by man-eating sharks. In this case Manuel was at liberty, at the end of his fortnight to swim to his native country. 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