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P. ^ I flV/fl w jilt by Hacker Boat Co. Ml. Clemens. Mich. _.. ¦¦¦¦¦*¦ : TUECUICAGOAN Are You Moving Outdoors for the Summer Months? w ETHER YOUR NEXT BIG MOVE IS OUT TO THE PORCH OR OFF TO THE SEASIDE, DON'T MAKE IT WITHOUT CONSULTING OUR SUMMER FURNITURE SECTION ABOUT RECENT DEVELOPMENTS IN THE GRAND OLD ART OF LOAFING. EIGHTH FLOOR, SOUTH, STATE STREET. Marshall Field & Company 2 TUECMICAGOAN THEATRE <iMusical +FIHE AND DANDT— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Joe Cook in a show that just fits him, so you know how funny he is. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3. 85; Saturday, $4.40. Mati nees, $2.50. Reviewed in this issue. *MEET MT SISTER— Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. A different sort of musical show that every' body ought to welcome, with Bettina Hall and some nice tunes. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. To be reviewed later. T)rama Mr HE NINTH GUEST— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Mystery melo drama. It all happens in a pent house and a lot of people are killed in some sort of order. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. ¦KSTEPPING SISTERS— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Blanche Ring, Grace Huff and Helen Raymond as three onetime burlesque queens who hold a reunion after a separation of two dec ades. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +THATS GRATITUDE— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Frank Crav en's agreeable comedy about a house guest who stays overlong, with Thomas W. Ross and George Barbier. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00 and $2.00. * APRON STRINGS— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Comedy about the hardships of a young wife whose husband's life is managed by posthumous letters of his doting mother. Curtain, 8:30 and- 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Mati nees, $2.00. MOH, PROMISE ME— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Rowdy and funny and all about how to win your breach-of-promise suit. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. HE — Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harrison 6510. Tom Powers, Violet Kemble Cooper, Pedro de Cordoba and Claude Rains in a comedy adapted by Chester Erskin from the French of Alfred Savoir. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Mati nees, $2.00. To be reviewed later. -KTHE RAP— Studebaker, 418 S. Michi gan. Harrison 2792. Mystery melo drama that has done fairly well on Broadway, so they say. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. To be reviewed later. "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS— At the Barrier, by ]ames Quigley Cover design Current Entertainment page 2 Sport Dial 3 Going Somewhere7 4 Editorial 7 The College Rabbits, by James Weber Linn y Manner of Men, by Arthur L. Lipp- mann 11 Modern Heraldry, by Sandor 12 Chicagoana. conducted by Donald Plant 13 Make Mine Wings, by Lucia Lewis 18 Distinguished Chicagoans, by /. H. E. Clar\ 20 Awake in the Deep, by Milton S. Mayer 21 Synonympulsiveness, by Stooge 21 When "Whoopee" Was a War Cry, by Wallace Rice Fireworks, by Charlotte Reynolds Merchandise Mart, by Henry C. Jor dan The Stage, by William C Boyden Cinema, by William R. Weaver Music, by Karleton Hac\ett Books, by Susan Wilbur Shops About Town, by The Chicago* enne Dance, by Mar\ Turbyf.ll 24 25 26 28 30 32 34 THE CHICAGOAN'S Theatre Ticket Service Stars opposite theatres listed above indicate plays to which tickets may be purchased in ad' vance at box office prices by readers of The Chicagoan. A convenient form for use in filing application is provided on page 33. CINEMA (Later reviews on page 26) The; Millionaire: George Arliss does a great deal of great acting in very little play. [See it.] Ladies' Man: William Powell explains the gigolo philosophy, perhaps as well as it can be explained. [If you care.] The Prodigal: Lawrence Tibbetts in per fect voice and a better picture than there's reason to suspect. [Yes.] Iron Man: Lew Ayres fights it out along the familiar lines, to an unfamiliar fin ish. [Possibly.] Indiscreet: Gloria Swanson's swan song, if that's all right with you. [Don't.] Shipmates: Robert Montgomery's in the navy now. [Never mind.] Gun* Smoke: The shootin'est picture of all time. [No.] Tarnished Lady: Talullah Bankhead's first and worth it. [Go.] Kick In: The play, with Clara Bow and without the usual Bow-isms. [If you like crook farce.] TRADER Horn : Harry Carey and others in an animal picture. [Go to Field Mu seum instead.] The Front Page: A remarkably honest transcription of an honestly remarkable play. [Sec it.] By Rocket to the Moon: A German sound picture less sound than German. [Don't sec it.] Little Caesar: The best gang picture. [If gangsters thrill you.] City Streets: The second best gang pic ture. [If gangsters thrill you twice.] Three Girls Lost: A Chicago comedy drama unkindly dealt with by Chicago's comedy drama censor board. [No.] Born to Love: Constance Bennett in love, war and the usual consequences. [I wouldn't.] Doctors' Wives: Warner Baxter in be half of the American Medical Associa tion for its wife's sake. [Not unless there's a doctor in the family.] Honor Among Lovers: Claudette Colbert and Frcdric March in the 21 7th syn thetic Paid in Full and not bad. [If you've never seen Paid in Full.] RIVER TAXI CHRIS CRAFT WATER TRAHSlT, IN.C. — Nine boats running on five min utes schedule, Union Station, North western Station, Merchandise Mart, Wrigley Dock and intermediate stops on request. Individual fare, $0.25; Com mutation tickets may be purchased. [continued on page four] The Chicagoan — Martin J. Quiglf.y, Publisher and Editor; W. R. Weav ,„^. ^... .... -.- .,. >i , - , ¦- --. ....aver, Manaoing Kditor; published fortnightly by the Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office: Hotel Roosevelt. Pacific Coast Office: Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $3.00 annually; single copy 15c. Vol. XI, No. 6 — June 6, 1931. Copyright 1931. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1027, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TMECMICACOAN 3 £? m BASEBALL Chicago Cubs and Brooklyn, Wrigley Field, June 2, 3, 4, 5: New York, June 6, 7, 8, 9; Philadelphia, June 10, 11, 12, 13; Boston, June 14, 15, 16, 17; Cincinnati, July 4; St. Louis, July 5, 6, 7; New York, July 14, 15, 16, 17; Brooklyn, July 18, 19, 20, 21; Boston, July 22, 23, 24, 25; Philadelphia, July 26, 27, 28, 29. Chicago White Sox and Philadelphia, Comiskey Park, June 19, 20, 21, 22; New York, June 23, 24, 25; Washington, June 26, 27, 28, 29; Boston, June 30, July 1, 2: Cleveland, July 8, 9, 11, 12: St. Louis, August 6, 8, 9. GOLF British Open Championship, Carnoustie Golf Club, Scotland, June 1-6. District Qualifying Round, National Open, Medinah Country Club, June 8. British Women's Championship, Royal Portmarnock Golf Club, Ireland, June 8-13. C. D. G. A. Handicap Event, Elmhurst Country Club, June 10. Western Open Championship, Dayton, Ohio, June 17-20. Invitation Tournament, Sunset Ridge Country Club, June 17. Women's Western Open Championship, Midlothian Country Club, June 22-26. Intercollegiate Tournament, Olympia Field Country Club, June 22-27. Hulabaloo, Bob O'Link Country Club, June 23-24. Tee-Putt Day, Medinah Country Club, June 24. Ryder Cup Matches, Scioto Country Club, Columbus, Ohio, June 26-27. HORSE RACING Washington Park, Washington Park Jockey Club, Homewood, Illinois, thirty days, through June 27. The American Derby, Washington Park, June 20. Arlington Park, Arlington Park Jockey Club, Arlington Heights, Illinois, thirty days, June 29-August 1. HORSE SHOWS South Shore Country Club, June 9-13. Onwentsia Country Club, June 19-20. Wheaton, Illinois, June 28. REGATTAS Outboard Race, Ottawa Outboard Club, Ottawa, Illinois, June 7. Intercollegiate Association Regatta, Hudson River, Poughkeepsie, New York, June 17. Eastern Intercollegiate Outboard Regatta, Skaneateles Lake, New York, June 19-20. Van Buren gap to Saugatuck, Jackson Park Yacht Club, all classes, July 11. Twenty-fourth Annual Chicago Yacht Club Mackinac Cup Race, Cruising division and Racing division, July 18. TENNIS All England Championship, Wimbledon, June 22-July 4. State Open Tournament, Greenbrier Golf and Tennis Club, White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia, July 20. National Collegiate Meet, at Stagg Field, June 5-6. Twenty-seventh Annual Stagg Track and Field Interscholastic, Stagg Field, June 12-13. 4 THE CHICAGOAN TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. White- Hall 7600. Moderately expensive but certainly exclusive as such things go. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan, Wa bash 1088. For decades one of the Town's ablest exponents of American cookery. CIRO'S— 18 W. Walton. Delaware 2592. Smart and nobly victualled dining room in the Parisian manner. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. For lunch eon, tea and dinner, and even breakfast. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL —316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! PICCADILLY— 410 S. Michigan. Harri son 1975. Excellent foodstuffs and that often mentioned view of the lake. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Dela ware 2638. Swedish menu and what smorgasbord. Well worth your inspec tion. MALLLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. A popular luncheon choice well served and extremely well attended. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 2322. The home of the strawberry waffle and the late club sandwich. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. French catering and handsomely served. There are private dining rooms. HEHRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dear born 1800. For sixty-three years its fame for choice foods has been main tained. MAISOHETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Superior Rus sian-European cuisine and a string trio. JULIEKS— 1009 Rush. Delaware 4341. Tremendous portions and frog legs and scallops are a specialty. Better 'phone first. GARRICK— 68 W. Randolph. Dearborn 5908. You may dine and dance during luncheon, dinner and after the theatre. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michi gan. Whitehall 7600. Something of a show place and more to feminine than masculine taste. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela- are 3942. Known these many years for wonderful Teutonic victuals and Continental quiet. HARDIHG'S COLOHIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Well prepared foods; efficient and popular. i NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1761. Catering that makes you feel at home in the world of cake and conversation. HUTLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Bldg. No matter where you are you are always near one. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Su perior 9697. Servicing, cuisine and at mosphere are Spanish throughout. YANKEE DOODLE INN— 1771 E. 55th. Fairfax 1776. Early American prices, foodstuffs and atmosphere and the Uni versity crowd. ^Morning — Noon — Nigh t HOTEL LA SALLE — La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Husk O'Hare and his band, old timers and old favorites here, play in the Blue Fountain Room for a lot of very nice young people. Dinner, $1.50. Supper, $1.00. No cover charge. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Largest of the class inns and well patronized by a [listings begin on page two] gay, usually young crowd. Verne Buck and his orchestra play. A la carte serv ice. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Satur day, $2.50. Peter Ferris is hcadwaiter. Table d'hote dinner in the Italian Room, $2.00. STEVEHS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous establish ment and very lively. Harry Kelley and his orchestra and entertainers in the main dining room; dinner, $2.00; no cover charge. A trio plays in the Colchester Grill; dinner, $1.50. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michi gan. Harrison 4300. Long a touch stone of boulevard civilization, the Blackstone continues its unquestionable prestige. Margraff directs the String Quintette and Otto Staack is maitre. COHGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Con gress. Harrison 3800. Art Kahn 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. Telephone Ray Barrett for reservations. PALMER HOUSE— State at Monroe. Ran dolph 7500. The Palmer House orches tra plays in the Empire Room; dinner, $2.50 and Mutschler in attendance. In the Victorian Room, dinner, $2.00; Gart- mann in charge. Chicago Room, dinner, $1.50 and Horrmann is there. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5349 Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Paul Whiteman and his outfit play in the Ma rine Dining Room. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, formal, $2.00. Dinners, $2.00 and $2.50. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Bobby Meeker and his orchestra at College Inn. Maurie Sher man and his band play for tea dances. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Su perior 2380. The service and the a la carte menu in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the dinner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. HOTELS WINDERMERE— E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Front ing on Jackson Park and famous through out the years as a delightful place to dine. Two dining rooms; no dancing. Dinners, $2.00 and $1.50. Blessman will greet you. 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. KHICKERBOCKER HOTEL — 161 E. Walton. Superior 4264. One of the outstanding private ballrooms of the Town and smaller private party rooms, too. The cuisine is exceptional. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.50; in the Coffee Shop, $1.00. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The splen did Shoreland cuisine and hospitality are a delight to southside diners-out. Din ner, $2.00. BELMOHT HOTEL — 3156 Sheridan Road. Bittersweet 2100. Quiet and al together competent for the diner-out on the mid-north side. A notable kitchen. No dancing. Dinner $2.00. 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. Langsdorff 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. cDusk Till Dawn CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Art Kassel and his orchestra play grand music and there's a floor show. No cover charge. Billy Leather is head waiter. DELLS — Dempster Road, Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1717. George Olsen and his famous orchestra and several well- known entertainers from the stage. Sam Hare is host. FROLICS— IS E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kaley and his band and a new floor production that is as good as any thing in town. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, $1.50. MACK'S CLUB— 12 E. Pearson. White hall 6667. Keith Beecher and his Melody Makers and a new edition of the Inter' national Revue. Cover charge, $1.00. Harry McKclvey is host. TERRACE GARDENS— Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 8600. Charlie Agncw 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 ALABAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 3 260. Chinese and Southern menu and Dave Unell and his band and a clever revue. Cover charge, $1.00. EL HAREM -165 N. Michigan. Dear born 4388. The newest thing in night clubs. Turkish cuisine and oriental at mosphere. Entertainment and Clarence Jones and his band. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. Clarence Moore and his orchestra are there to play for you and for the floor show. And there is a popu lar after-theatre menu. No cover charge. COLOSLMO'S— 2126 S. Wabash. Calu met 1127. Jimmy Meo and his orchestra play and there is a floor show of a dif ferent sort. A la carte service. No cover charge at any time and dinner $1.50. 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; Saturdays, $1.00. TUE CHICAGOAN 5 \ O ^ ^ o yScR^MINAT'NG co^ N> K ^ <? THE PACKARD STANDARD EIGHT UJJWt The freedom of a fully open car or the comfort of a completely enclosed one is the outstanding feature of the Convertible Sedan for five pas sengers. A folding center arm rest is an extra- comfort feature of the rear seat, and two hassocks instead of a foot } 3793 DELIVERED AS SHOWN rest are supplied, the floor being recessed im mediately back of the front seat to provide ad ditional leg room. In this design the yacht-like grace so typical of Packard open cars is skill fully blended with the smart dis tinction of Packard enclosed cars. ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE 6 TI4E CHICAGOAN Social loleci§m§ Figures by Finkel — Straws by Bishop Two on . . . two out . . . two behind ... a home run coming up and our Elise (center in something smart from Field's) inquiring how many touchdowns make a chukker. It looks like the unassisted put out of a beautiful friendship . . . Can it be that Elise hasn't heard how smart and Junior-Leaguey "Ladies' Day" is this season . . . and that our swagger spectator sportswomen consider a persistent perusal of the sports pages of The Daily News a necessary item in the daily social training schedule? Right, bright and breezy, these columns furnish fan fare for box and bleacher, bonnet and derby alike ... A modern herald to the jousts of turf, diamond, ring and field . . . And for her general conversational batting i , ^,0 . t, i c. It*s Smart to Read average there s U orien on Books, btinson on THE DAILY NEWS Music, Lewis on the Stage and many others. Chicago's home newspaper The W. G. Hoax MAYBE we're wrong again. It has been our impression that matters of considerable importance were keeping City Hall busy overtime. We have believed this impression to be shared by the general and not so general public, in' eluding the overlords of The Chicago Tribune, whose repor- torial columns have been more active than most in fostering the idea. Yet we read, in that newspaper's confession of the Good Time Charlie Dawson hoax, that "Mayor Cermak found it necessary also to disappear yesterday. He was be sieged by inquiries as to what he was going to do with the money, and he retired to his summer home on Lake Cath erine near Antioch. When tracked down by a reporter he abruptly refused to discuss how he intended to dispose of the $5,000, and said he was going out in the middle of the lake and sit in a rowboat to escape people who wanted to see him about the matter." Maybe, as we say, we're wrong again. Maybe it's quite the smart thing to play practical jokes on an executive elected to the very practical job of taking jokers out of the civic machinery. Maybe the Mayor likes it, although we can't persuade ourselves to credit that, and maybe the sue cessful execution of an advertising stunt that was old when William Randolph Hearst was a cub is more to be desired than disposition of the tax tangle, the personnel problems of a new administration and the routine business of the Town. But we doubt all of these premises. We think we're more right than wrong in our belief that, if The Tribune feels as kittenish as it seems to, as flush with ready money, as eager to do good in a big way, and as careless of what' ever reader confidence and journalistic prestige it may enjoy, a better thing would be to bring down from the attic those Cheer Checks that tied the Town in bowknots back in 1921 and let the fireworks blase. It would be more ex pensive, but it would not be a personal affront to His Honor and it would not interfere with his attention to affairs of office. Brown's "rxockne" IN blanket reply to all who have written us about our paragraph on the passing of Mr. Knute Rockne, and to any who have not, we mention Mr. Warren Brown's mas' terful Roc\ne as a book worth reading, shelving, re-reading each year at the Fall, and treasuring permanently as the final word on the greatest football coach of all time. Mr. Brown, frequently mentioned on this page as the best living sports writer, has accomplished that rare thing, a sportsmanlike measure of a sportsman. His book, like his daily column and his semi'occasional news stories, is brisk of utterance, compact of content, lithe of phrase and free of sentiment as the fleetest of that swift gentry among whom this modern Boswell to many Johnsons spends his life. Ours is not the vocabulary to review Mr. Brown's Roc\ne; ours merely to urge that you get it, read it, and keep it as a souvenir of the brightest chapter in gridiron history, a chap ter preserved evergreen for posterity by this author's treatment. A Hoover Victory PRESIDENT HOOVER has dispensed with the services of a radio announcer for his personal addresses. The less radio active Coolidge would have been cartooned, punned and kidded for doing as much, on an economy basis. The more eloquent Wilson, whose record might read quite differently had he reigned in the microphone age, would have been applauded. Mr. Hoover's action has stirred no comment. The Hoover personality is not inducive to jest. This may be the explanation of all the silence. Or it may be simply that no one cares. If this be the case, let us say that we do. We regard the President's action as a step in the right direction, a precedent to be followed, as a con' structive effort, one of the most positive recently noted, and perhaps a harbinger of more as soundly conceived and sue cinctly executed. If it results in doing away with all the radio announcers for all time we may very possibly discover that a good deal of the economic mystery has been cleared up at a single stroke, and won't that be dandy. Chicago Censorship THE matter of censorship is again to the fore. A play has been revised for local exhibition and has left these parts abruptly. Three motion-pictures that misrepresent the city no less maliciously continue on local screens minus cer' tain speeches eliminated in defense of whatever it is that eliminations are supposed to defend. Thuswise doth a fond protectorate prevent Chicagoans from learning precisely what stage and screen are telling the rest of the world about Chicago and Chicagoans, hence from doing or saying what' ever might be done or said by way of correcting erroneous impressions given. The case of censorship per se, in common with witch' burning and similar historic foolishness, does not interest us. But the case of Chicago censorship does. Chicago censor' ship, as exemplified in the instances mentioned, seeks to raise a wall around the city and declare that because all seems sweet and clean and pure within, then all must seem so from without. In the name of defense it deprives the populace of precisely the knowledge required for defense. Continued indefinitely, the logic involved would lead, if logic could be continued indefinitely and if this particular kind of logic could lead anywhere, to a snug little popula' tion readily if not comfortably accommodated in the nice new Old Fort Dearborn on the lakefront. TWE CHICAGOAN SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO We Moderns Wear Sheer Frocks For Summer Functions Torrid Days mean Sheer Frocks See our collection of gossamer printed crepes and chiffons Ideal for Country Club — Garden Parties — Resort as well as Informal Dining 45.00 to 125.00 QJaks = CJ xjin U-ivenue CJasluo SECOND FLOOR North Michigan at Chestnut ns THE CHICAGOAN 9 THE COLLEGE RABBITS Who Will Emerge From Their Holes in June THIS is the season when the young rabbits of our colleges emerge from their holes, sentimentally called "Almae Matres," to forage over the earth and grow up into the leaders of that rabbit world we call the United States of America. They sit up on their hind legs and sniff the air timidly but delightedly. It is full of the smell of future provisions, and they are eager to get at the business of nibbling. They know a lot (for rabbits) but of one thing they are still ignorant. Up to now their food has been brought to them. Hereafter they must range for it. They do not allow for the diffi culty of this ranging, with traps behind every bush, owls and foxes abroad in abundance, and hunters shooting for the pot. What are these young rab bits like? What are their chances of escape into useful maturity? In reflective capacity, power to con' sider abstract ideas, they are of course far above the average rabbit. Of every thousand who finish the grammar schools, seven hundred will have slight' ly better than our average American I. Q., and of this seven hundred, five hundred will go on to high school. Of this five hundred, half will be able to average 80, assuming the "passing mark" to be 75. Of this half two'fifths, or about one hundred of the original thousand, will be smart enough and industrious enough to grad' uate from some college. The average college graduate, therefore, is in re flective capacity among the upper tenth of those who are smart enough to finish grammar school. These fig' ures allow for the comparatively few of equal capacity who drop out of grammar school, high school, and col lege for financial reasons. Among these few, there will be even a very few who are in. reflective capacity equal to the best of our college gradu ates. OUR young college rabbits, there fore, are in reflective capacity the pick of our youth. What have the colleges done for them? Given them protection while their reflective capaci ties mature. Kept them safe in a hole, brought them their food, while they By JAMES WEBER LINN grew up a bit. For the average col lege student, that is all the college can do. A few students get information, a few get training, of actual practical value to them when they emerge from their holes, blinking. But only a few. Most of them have merely had pro tection from the traps, the foxes, and the hunters, while the years passed by in which they learned to think for themselves. Valuable as that protection is, most of the young rabbits find it wearisome. Most of them are very glad to be al' lowed to leave their holes. You think of a "job" as monotonous; but it is not nearly so monotonous as college. Fully half of the "courses" an undergrade ate "takes" bore him. In some cases the work is so presented that it would bore almost anybody. In many cases the subject is of a nature that cannot possibly stimulate him. It produces no reflexes. If I had to listen every day to a talk on biology, and read about Mendel's Law for six or seven hours a week, I should pass out. But many a young person whose attitude is iden' tical with mine has to do that, and pre tend to himself that the procedure is somehow educational. And many a different sort of young person has to listen to my discussions of English poetry, and read a hundred poems a week, who would rather be mowing a lawn or tending a furnace. And fur ther: in ALL cases, except in the strict' ly professional schools, prospect of profit is too remote to irradiate the effort. No doubt the alumnus of a college has a wider range of interests at forty than he would have had if he had gone to college and studied political science and geology. But it is a rare bird who at eighteen can get much relief from weariness by estimat' ing his prospects at forty. If a rabbit happens to prefer cabbage, he finds 10 THE CHICAGOAN "Now, now, no barging into Mrs. Donk's bedroom, Mr. Smedd: three or four years of pre-digested spinach, however nutritious, rather bor ing. To be sure, I repeat, the four years of protection which college gives him are to him worth the monotony and the expense. They afford the young man and woman an opportunity to dis cover self. The able young man who "goes to work," as the slang has it, at sixteen or eighteen, is probably quite as likely to make money, or to put him self in a place of power, as is the able young man who goes to work at twenty-one or two, after he has emerged from the college hole. But he is not so likely to be interested in general ideas, to have fun with his mind as he grows older, to think in terms of culture and art rather than in terms of the job only. The able young man who goes to work at sixteen or eighteen becomes almost exclusively a competitor. The young man, able or not quite so able, who has a chance to mature in a dormitory or a fratern ity-house, in libraries and laboratories and class-rooms, who has a chance to establish contacts of no possible inv portance to him in a business way, becomes as a rule something more of a philosopher, of a looker-on, of a speculator in the dream-market. And thus he finds, on the average, a some what richer life. TO be sure, he is, on the other hand, by these four years of pro tection somewhat less well -adapted to the role of competitor. There is little doubt in my mind that if you wish to become the head of a department- store, or the owner of a great business, or the president of a railroad, you should go to work for it at fourteen. (I except your father's store, or busi ness, though not his railroad.) The years from fourteen to twenty-one are great years in which to learn how to fight, and to take orders. Until the last two years, I should have said the same of wrestling, which is conducted on the same lines as business is; but Sonnenberg of Dartmouth, George of Michigan, and McMillen of Illinois have given evidence that in wrestling my theory is defective. Nevertheless, college does not de velop competitors. In his protected four years, the college man gets ink lings of other points of view than his own, other sides of arguments than those he has always taken, other in terests than his. And these inklings make him less perfectly a competitor. The college man is less sure of his own Tightness, less sure even that the chief end of man is to glorify power and enjoy it forever. He is more likely to ask "Why?" Whereas your well- trained competitor asks only one ques tion, "How?" To be sure, in the twentieth century college sports have done something to make the college man completely competitive. Few- Yale undergraduates, and no Yale alumni ask "Why should we beat Harvard at football?" but only "How can wc beat Harvard at football?" and that tendency to shift the query has undoubtedly been helpful in develop ing American efficiency. But even a Yale man is more likely to consider the other fellow's point of view than he would be if he had "gone to work" at eighteen. Here then we have our scores of thousands of young rabbits, less stand ardized, but at the same time less ex clusively and ably competitive by in stinct and training, as a result of their four protected years. On this protec tion has been spent approximately $4,000 apiece, contributed in varying percentages by their parents and themselves, and by society in general. (I calculate that personally I have contributed to the protection of such young men and women at the Univer sity of Illinois about five hundred dol lars in the last thirty years; however, as I long ago established a reserve by betting with them on football games, I do not mind.) Will the young rabbits turn out to be worth the investment? I THERE can be no doubt they will, in twenty per cent of their cases as individuals. The upper fifth of our college graduates, men and women both, upper in ability and ambition, are the cream of our American civili' nation, the cream of our culture, the cream of our society, the cream of our hope of progress. In economic prospects, they stand above any other equally large group in the world; in sheer in' telligence, the vague thing called by some "brainpower," they are quite equal to any similar group of the same size in Germany or England, and prob' THE CHICAGOAN n ably little inferior to any similar French group; in "character," that is to say adaptability to the demands of current social ethics, they are at least on a level with you and me, however well we may regard ourselves as honor able men and women. I do truly be lieve that if this country is to be saved from stolidity, or by revolution, the leaders who will so save it will come from the ranks of the "upper" fifth of our college graduates of the last twentyfive and the next twenty-five years. Many of them who will emerge from their holes in June you would find "odd," some of them socially al most unbearable; here and there are a few with charm as well as power; but except in the field of money-mak ing, they are the best America has to offer the world in the way of youth. Even among the girls, with few excep tions, the day of the "uneducated," be she factory-girl or debuntante, is over, so far as promise of leadership is con cerned. But what of the other four-fifths? Broadly, and not very genially speak ing, they are cannon-fodder. I was among that four-fifths myself, in my day; so it would be ungracious to my own achievements not to admit that there are among that four-fifths ex ceptions to the rule. A few who are in time capable of leadership do not mature even by twenty-one, and with the advantage of the four years of pro tection. But most of the four-fifths are not now anything but Mr. So-and- So, or Miss So-and-So, and never will be anything else. They will get jobs and hold them, make a little money, buy a few cars, play a little golf and a little bridge, travel about a little, read a few books, occasionally gape over a "magazine article" like this, vote occasionally, protest occasionally that the newspapers print too much news of crime, marry (in about 80 per cent of all cases) and divorce (in about 12 per cent) and beget a child or two, to be sent to college in turn. Their personal advantage and disadvantage in having "gone to college" I have already attempted to set forth. The social advantage of their having gone is nil. They return to tax-payers and "donors" nothing on their investments. What they will be, so far as leader ship is concerned, they would have been, exactly, had they never gone to college at all. It is however at least permissible to hope they had a good time. For the college of their attend ance, large or small, will expect them, as the years go on, to contribute freely ("in however small sums") to the Alumni Funds. Nor has the study of eugenics ad vanced so far that it is safe to prophesy that their children may not be in many cases among the potential leaders and servants of the still distant future, when American rabbits will be, let us hope, even larger, even whiter, less vexed by owls and foxes, than now. MANNER OF MEN The Man Who Made Good Is a Savant and Seer. No foolhardihood Ever checked his career. Disciple of Truth, He now seeks to impress Irresponsible Youth With his rules for Success. The Man on the Way To the Top is too keen, To "Do It Today" — If you know what I mean. He's sane and he's sound, He's a wall motto fan — ("Both feet on the ground") What a terrible man! The Man Who Has Failed (Quite the best of the three) Unresistingly sailed Life's tempestuous sea. Three cheers for this guy Whom the fates trimmed at dice, The only one I Dare to offer advice! —ARTHUR L. LIPPMANN. "But yoh cain't marry Mistuh Marlberry, Miss Mable. Do'thy Dix said yoh oughtn't to." 12 THE CHICAGOAN MODERN HERALDRY Ye Oldc Heralds, saytJi the goodc Sandor, were dull fcllowcs (and that's about enough of that "e" stuff e) barren of courage, imagi nation, most of all humour. His point is that Heraldry might still be doing a flourishing business had the noble Kings-of-Arms fretted less about nobility and more about likenesses. In proof of which he submits these cheery modern escutcheons — nor vouch safes succor to the luckless wight who mistakcth their import — and lets the crests fall where they may. THE CHICAGOAN 13 CHICAGOANA And Now —Washington Park THE Spring meeting of thirty days racing at the Washington Park Jockey Club course at Homewood is now under way. The American Derby, to be run Saturday, June 20, is, of course, the big even of the Homewood season. It ought to be a grand race. All of the Kentucky Derby horses have been entered. Mate is sure to run, that's the word now anyway, and probably Twenty Grand. The whole thirty days will be inter esting for track followers. Peter B. Kyne will be racing horses from his string. Al Jolson will send on a couple of his best. The Whitney family, naturally, will be represented. Joe Leiter has added to his stable and some of his prides will run; and Judge Hay will have his Scotland's Glory there. But to go back to the American Derby: in fact, to go back to the first American Derby — it was run in 1884. Modesty won and collected $10,700. This year the winner will receive about $55,000. And only forty-seven years have elapsed. WITH the running of the first American Derby at old Wash ington Park course Chicago became the outstanding horse racing city in the world. The purse was almost thrice the size of the Kentucky Derby prize and larger, too, than the English Derby stakes at Epsom Downs which was first run a century earlier with Lord Derby the founder. For nearly two decades Chicago and Illinois were without horse racing. (The last American Derby had been run in 1904. Highball, with Fuller up, took the money.) In 1920 the Illinois Jockey Club was organized to bring back racing to the state. The members, a fine group of reputable business men, finally won the battle against political organizations, club women and, well — a bunch of dopes. The new Washington Park course opened in 1926 with the eighteenth running and the American Derby was revived with a purse of $100,000, the world's highest stake. And this sea son the Washington Park Jockey Club, under its president, Col. M. J. Winn, will present the same grand American Conducted By DONALD PLANT Derby that was offered in 1884 when Lieut. General Philip H. ("Little Phil") Sheridan was president. Jly-By-Night THERE have never been any set rules, it seems, dictating to kings the mode of travel they must use in leaving their kingdoms for the last time. It's probably because they have usu ally been in pretty much of a hurry at the time of departure, what with republican demonstrations, anti-monar chal riotings and all sorts of revolutions booming around their palaces Some kings used to flounce out of their countries in terrible huffs; some left on horseback; some didn't ever leave, but that was only when the masked boys with the axes (and grooved strokes) and the guillotines had got hold of them before they had half a chance. Ex- King Alphonso (or maybe he ought to be called Sefior Bourbon in this republican country) of Spain, however, when he made his recent break for it, had a modern form of transportation at hand. He used an American made automobile on his hasty exit from his country that was no longer his. Alphonso has always been an ardent motorist and had kept a stable of from thirty to forty of the world's finest cars. Mercedes, Renaults, Rolls Royees, Bugattis, Minervas, Cadillacs, Pack- ards, Lincolns, Duesenbergs, Cords and other makes filled his garages. In fact, after his abdication, had he felt that he ought to have remained in Spain, he might have made quite a success as a used car dealer. Anyway, Sefior Bour bon selected from the numerous cars at his disposal (or maybe some of them weren't, you know, — empty gas tanks and so forth) a 265 h.p. Duesenberg and at a speed of well over 100 miles an hour, made the trip from Madrid to Cartagena where he boarded the Spanish gunboat for France. T)og Story SEVERAL town cars with chauffeurs for each were parked in front of a northside apartment hotel awaiting their owners or whoever happened to be using them that day. One of the chauffeurs alighted from the driver's seat, opened a rear door and plucked out a small and partial' larly offensive-looking Pekingese dog. He set it on the grass and walked along holding the leash and pretending not to ,|fe with the pop-eyed;' elaborately ruffed Oriental., at all. None of his waiting comgarlgs paid any attention, other than an occasional glance of sympathy, to the acting master-of- hounds. They, too, had to perform similar duties at times. Then a Yellow cab driver pulled up and unloaded his passengers. After receiving his fare he threw his engine into gear and started to draw away. "Hey, Sylvester," the cabby shouted as he drew abreast of the dog-walking chauffeur, "you dropped your fur piece." The Stymie Question EVERY once in awhile the old argu ment of golf that probably nettled St. Andrew, too, bobs up. One fac tion wants to abolish the stymie; the other side wants it left in the game. Reoccurrences of the question aren't localized, either. Wherever golf is played the stymie point pops up. The Western Golf Association is now going about the matter in a sane way. A straw vote on the question is being taken among the whole W. G. A. membership^ In a letter mailed to 14 THE CHICAGOAN thousands of golfers in the middle west a review of the facts of both sides of the question is presented and a yes or no answer is asked. After the votes have come in and have been counted the W. G. A. will have a pretty good idea of the feeling held by golfers in general on the matter and of how their own members stand anyway. And the votes returned by the mem bers will probably be determined by the degree of proficiency in the use of his niblick that each voter possesses. Visitor Meeting MEETING incoming friends at sta tions isn't quite so much fun as having departure parties. In fact it is apt to be rather a problem, especially when the arrivals are friends whom you haven't seen for years. Usually it takes a day or two of their compan ionship before you can be your natural, old self with them. At the station about all you can ever find to say are the customary greetings and remarks about their fine appearance, wonderful coats of tan or of tweed and that you suppose Junior is growing fast and is about ready for the reformatory. Last week an incoming Californian couple were met, when they detrained from the Chief by a lot of people. They hadn't been in Chicago for a year or more. There were the usual greet ings and silences, and then a late mem ber of the greeting committee dashed up waving a long strip of paper. "Hello, folks," he said. "May I present you with the key to the city?" He handed them the long strip of paper. Upon examination they found it to be a wide margin torn from a map of Chicago bearing a key to the city's buildings, parks, hotels, churches and other local points of interest. New Greens THE eighteen hole golf course in Jackson Park (an old course, by the way) we understand, will have the new greens ready for play this sum mer. The South Park Board has had twelve greens raised and sown with creeping bent grass seed. The raised greens will make the course par, 69, much harder to equal, and will cer tainly make the play there more inter esting. It will also abolish a unique golfing term "country-clubbing," that was born on the Jackson Park course. To "country-club" is to pitch to the green instead of run up the approach shot. It is used only when a golfer is seen pitching on public park courses, and it is a reasonable term, too. On a country club course the player usually has to pitch to most of the greens due to traps, rolls and raised greens. And private club greens hold the pitch. On a public park course, at least on Jackson Park, it isn't neces sary to pitch, because of few surround ing traps and perfectly flat greens. Really, it is almost imperative to run up the approach shot, because the greens will not hold the pitch. Now, all that will be changed, at least on twelve greens the park golfers can "country club." Scotch E read not long ago that sev eral hundred thousand gallons of whiskey had been transferred from a Leith (now incorporated in the city of Edinburgh) firm to a Dundee firm. It was said that in order to avoid a panic in Scotland the transaction was kept secret until it could be announced that not a drop had been spilled. Sartorial Advice A TALK with a neighborhood tailor — one of the cleaning, pressing and sponging tailors — enlightened us about pressing. Machine pressing, he said, is far and away superior to hand pressing, if it is carefully done. The steam, rising from the machine pressing board permeates the clothing so that the cloth takes the press well. Nor is there any friction. The upper board of the machine is brought straight down to cover the lower board without any rubbing. Pressing done by hand is harder on the cloth, because the iron must be moved forward and back over the materials. There is, of course, friction and a constant smoothing of the cloth which produces a sort of shine, what with the weight of the iron and the motion. In hand pressing, too, the lack of rising steam doesn't help matters any. The tailor told us another secret, of "Well, I think Louise is a fine, zvholesome girl." "Now, don't get nasty. Louise is a friend of mine: 15 "Mr. Dubarry! Mr. Dubarry! Are you trying to ruin this picture, Mr. Dubarry? THE CHICAGOAN his own at least, if not of his trade. When trouser cuffs arc dusty, muddy or spotted, inside or outside, he brushes them thoroughly not with the usual type of clothes brush or whisk broom, but with an ordinary tooth brush. The short, stiff bristles of a toothbrush and the close grip one can get on it rid the cuffs of dust quicker and with less trouble than a larger brush. // Floats IF one might look upon an ex-Chi- cagoan at his bath, if one looked at any Chicagoans at their baths, one would discover him briskly lathering himself with a broken head or arm or a bit of a torso. Don't go; it's only soap after all. Pieces of sculpture that didn't turn out the way they were visualized. People have been whittling at soap in whimsical moments and children have a habit of toying with the family bar now and then, but about the first to make a real art of soap sculpture was Lester Gaba who came this way from Hannibal, Missouri, drew things for The Chicagoan, flitted on to the east and is at the precocious age of twenty-one internationally noted for his ivory (with a capital I) miniatures. Napoleon, Queen Louise, Queen Vic toria and many fashionables have been done in soap. Some of the figurines are six or seven years old now and have acquired a fine golden tone like real old ivory. Museum experts say that soap should be infinitely more lasting than wax. For awhile the figures were shown only at art exhibits but the soap people have suddenly realized the value of the medium and keep Gaba busy on an idyllic series of incidents in soap which are photographed and used in what leaders are calling the most unique ad vertising campaign of the year. Two lovers — 99 and 44/100% pure — are shown canoeing, conversing, curtsey ing. The details are exquisitely fine, with even the ruffles of the snowy beloved pierced in a dainty lace de sign. The artist calls them Ivory and Luke (Lukewarm water you know) but collectors are more serious about it. They think that Proctor and Gamble have something there and predict that museums will fight for the pieces just as children at their baths now fight for Gaba's carved animal cakes. The manufacturers now send special huge blocks of soap to Gaba so that he can carve lavishly. The shavings should keep him in a lather for years. Jame IT was some time ago when the Hunter Brothers set a new endur ance record by flying for, oh, a great many hours. At the time everybody was excited about them, but after their stage appearances interest lagged. Few know what happened to them and it probably doesn't matter at all. A few minutes : after they had smashed the old record Clyde Elliott sent up a contract with the Hunter sister. It was dropped to the endur ance plane with the food supply and was soon returned signed by the brothers. For years Clyde Elliott had distrib uted and sold motion pictures in Chi cago and Illinois. That was before the producers had established their own exchanges here. He was an intimate of Fox, the Warner Brothers, Sam Katz, Carl Laemmle and other cinema bigwigs and knew the industry thor oughly. When the Hunter Brothers finally landed, pretty sick of it all but happy and moneyed, Elliott put them on at the Palace. The boys were just a couple of miners who stumbled, stam- mered and stuttered about the stage and the act was a flop. They played several neighborhood theatres, and flopped. Then Elliott took them to Hollywood where they appeared for a week at Sid Grauman's Chinese the atre. They flopped there, too. Soon after their arrival in Holly wood they were given a luncheon by Douglas Fairbanks. Doug, an old friend of Elliott's, entertained the brothers out of courtesy to their man' ager and to make the endurance flyers feel more at home in Hollywood town. It was a grand luncheon with fine food stuffs, imported beers and wines and a lot of pleasant guests who tried to make the boys feel as though they were of the profession. It took place in the Fairbanks cottage on the lot that 16 THE CHICAGOAN he used as dressing quarters. That afternoon Earl Hunter was writing a letter back home to tell the folks all about things, For half an hour he scratched away, then he yelled in to Clyde Elliott for information. "Say, Clyde," he said, "what was the name of that guy that give us the swell feed today?" Tolice Net OUR very own police department has its very own methods of crime detection and solution. Bureaucratic always, but what police department is not? and sometimes successful in the apprehension of criminals (you know you have read about some crooks being caught), their manner of going about the hunt for those who make long noses at the law seems pretty complex to the layman. Recently a Chicagoan had his spare ..wheel and tire stolen from his parked car. That'8 not news, of course. But he wrote a warm letter to Acting Com missioner of Police Alcock demanding that something be done about the theft. And that is a novel way of getting action, we thought. He received the following letter and report: Mr. J. I. Blank, 20 North Wacker Drive, Chicago, 111. Dear Sir: Attached hereto please find re port submitted by our Captain Garrick in connection with your complaint of recent date. Very truly yours, (signed) John H. Alcock, Acting Commissioner. And the report: 37th District. May 13th, 1931. From : Captain Commanding 37th District. To: Acting Commissioner of Police. Subject: 340 Oakdale Avenue — spare auto wheel and tire stolen. Referring to the attached com munication of Joseph I. Blank, 20 North Wacker Drive, relative to report made by him of the theft of a spare wheel and tire stolen from his automobile while parked at the above location, I respectfully report that attached was the first report made of this theft and same has been made a record of under Station Com plaint No. 355418. Miscellane ous Felony Report No. 1938 has been prepared and forwarded. The investigation of this theft has been assigned to Ptlmn. F. A. West and R. Boedecker of this command and they in turn have reported that to date they have found no one who they suspicion of having taken the aforesaid tire and wheel. They further report that they will watch all messages transmitted to this dis trict relative to the apprehension of thieves who specialize in this type of larceny and will inter view them in an effort to learn whether or not they committed the theft as well as to watch for persons in the vicinity of the theft who may have been respon' sible for the loss of the complain ant. The complainant will be notified at such time as an appre hension is made. (signed) L. J. Garrick, Captain Commanding 37th District. This Week's Centennial A CENTURY and six years ago Captain Joe Naper, a veteran of Indian skirmishes throughout the valley of the Ohio, rode into what is now the Chicago district with the dreams of an empire builder in his head and title to a Federal land grant in his knapsack. The land grant was situated twenty-six miles southwest of Lake Michigan, and when the ambitious captain arrived there it was only to find his pastures tenanted by redskins, you know, In dians. They made odd but unmistakable signs to indicate that Captain Naper, and not themselves, was guilty of tres pass. Captain Naper rode away. That was in 1825, and six years later, reenforced by comrades out for a good time, the captain returned. This time he flashed his bit of paper in his left hand and some sort of blunderbuss in his right. The legal term for this pre cedure, we have been advised, is pre emption. It, at least, was something the Indians understood. They piled their sundry belongings onto the backs of their squaws and departed. The captain and his men stayed on in Naperville. So much is history. Currently, and some two years in advance of our own Oh, Emily, do you think you ought to talk about s-e-x before the waiter'" THE CHICAGOAN 17 centennial celebration, Naperville is marking by street dances and ball games, parades and speech-making, its one-hundredth birthday. OBVIOUSLY, a settlement which acknowledges one hundred birth days, is not without its historic land marks. Carnival is even now running high in the chiefest of these — appropri ately named in commemoration of the ancient captain's effective method of taking possession of a Federal land grant — the Pre-Emption House. The structure was reared three years later (1834) and stands today in much its original form, which means it had four teen sleeping chambers for the tran sient, a reception room, a dining room after the family plan, and a drinking room, or bar. The latter shows the effects of greatest use, since, in these days of official aridity, coupled with the keen competition that has arisen in the commerce of renting bed chambers to the public, the tap room has flourished like a Mellin's Food baby, while the sleeping rooms have fallen into cob webby disuse. The fifth generation, personified in an amiable overlord of the name of Leo Hiltenbrand, is now reigning, and main tains the gloriously liberal tradition of his forebear whose dedicatory speech, on the completion of the structure, was — "The house will treat." THE place is rich in anecdote. There is the large double room occupied by an aspiring politician while stump ing the state in the political campaign of 1859. He made Naperville his stop over while traveling from Galena to Chicago to address the voters who would help to make him President. It is still there on the register — the unmis takable signature of Abraham Lincoln, assigned to Room No. 2. Other names famous in the com merce, the politics and the society of seventy-five years ago, but of little in terest to our impatient generation, are inked on the yellowish pages of the inn's register, about which much local romance is woven. There are also the tales of violence enacted under that peaceful roof in a bygone day. There was one Jack Heath, who knifed to death at the bar a man who had applied to him a vulgar epithet that did an injustice to Mother Heath. The wielder of the knife, legend says, was arrested, tried and acquitted. A man was a gentleman, in matters of that kind then, and it was justifiable homicide to destroy the impugner of a Die Privatsekretaerin (The Private Secretary) at the Punch and Judy mit Rcnate Mueller, H carman Thiemig, Felix Bressart, Ludwig Stoessel und Gertrud I Voile, ist Wunderbahr, a sort of German Behind the Office Doors and as a farce Grossartig. gentleman's mother, the jury decided. REAL prosperity came to Naperville and to the Pre-Emption House with the completion of the Plank Road (now Ogden Avenue) into Chicago. It bore the traffic of the wheat growers in ever increasing volume. Then the Northwestern railroad wanted to send its tracks through Na perville into the great flowering West. It would mean the end of the toll col lections; the end of the busy traffic on the Plank Road, the village fathers opined. They fought the railroad bit terly, and effectively. The line went to the north of Naperville, and towns sprang up over night along its route. The Plank Road was doomed, despite its protectors. The wheat went to Chi cago over the quicker, cheaper rails. "Naperville was dead. The Plank Road a thing of the past," the old rec ord concludes. But such historical errors are over looked today. Naperville, one hundred years old, is proud of its years. Its hospitable tav erns are filled with the consoling talk that is a criticism of the Northwestern's commuting service. Rankly inferior, they say, to that afforded Naperville by the Burlington. Perhaps the fathers, after all, were not greatly in error in keeping the Northwestern out of Na perville, they tell each other. They might even then have foreseen the day when Naperville would ride to its offices in Chicago with irritabilities at the mercy of "suburban service." "What has Wheaton, with its North western," they say, "to compare with that thirty-minute 5:22 on the Bur lington?" 18 THE CHICAGOAN MAKE MINE WINGS A Few Plane Impressions By LUCIA LEWIS BR-R-RING— Yessir, two to St. Louis — leave at 8:45, arrive 11:45, that's right — round trip to St. Paul? $35.00 — Br-r-ring — yes, space for one on the Spokane plane — Br-r-ring — party of eight to Green Bay? O. K. — Br-r-ring — hey, Bill, save three on the ship to Cleveland — Br-r-ring — Not the Front Page; just a quiet afternoon at the Air Passenger Bureau. It's always a big surprise to anyone not in daily touch with the aviation world. What? this infant industry with such a thriving ticket office and busy schedules? so many people going so calmly about their business in the air, instead of on the ground? Well, the truth is that it isn't an infant industry any more. It has al ready reached the stage where veteran pilots look back with a sigh for the good old days when flying meant barrel rolls and falling leaf stunts, when a guy could start down in a steep bank if he felt in the mood for a good bank, without worrying about fluttery pas sengers in the rear. Now pilotry in the transport lines is never daredeviltry but a matter of long experience, steady nerves and good judgment, the confi dence that comes from thorough knowl edge and years of flying in all sorts of planes under all sorts of conditions, a drilling in safety, comfort, safety, comfort, without end. Which is per haps too bad for romance but simply swell for the public that is adopting the air way as part of everyday life. THE past year has purged the in dustry of hundreds of cats and dogs. Many of the pioneer companies have merged -to form great, sound or ganizations, all of them are cooperat ing to provide efficient service at rea sonable rates and to continue research and experiment for increasing improve ment. Well-equipped airports dot the outskirts of the city, buses and luxuri ous cars thread their way swiftly through the boulevards to the flying fields where ships ascend and descend in continuous flocks. It is reported authoritatively that more transport planes arrive at and leave from Chi cago every day than from any other city in the country. If you want num bers it's about eighty-one a day, and between two and three hundred pas sengers, and that gives you old civic boosters a chance to add "the air cen tre of the country" to the famous old war-cry of the "rail centre of the country." Of course, if you have flown any where the past few years you know that it's an extremely pleasant experi ence, that chairs are cushioned and comfortable and that you can stroll up and down to stretch your legs or peer interestedly in upon the pilot tinker ing with his instruments. That the steward or hostess watches over you solicitously, provides magazines and postcards and paper, gives you cotton for your ears and gum for your jaws. That he has folders which give you a map and descriptions of the spots you are going over. That you don't get that dizzy feeling even though you gaze down from a thousand feet or more, because there are no lines of perspec tive connecting the eye with the ground. That commercial transport planes are gloriously cool in summer and as cozy as a steam-heated room in winter. That they're always dazzling clean. You can step into a plane slick and well-pressed here and arrive in Winni peg without a wrinkle or a smudge on the whitest of gloves. That the stew- art is a co-pilot who can hop to in emergencies, that these pilots are the most rigidly trained in the world and have flown millions of miles with pas' sengers, mail, and express, through bliz- Z a r d s, through fog, through storm and hail. BUT unless you just hopped off a week or so ago there are even newer features and greater re finements. Be cause this busi ness is a fast- moving one it counts that day lost which does not produce some new idea to make flying happier than ever. On the long trip, for instance, regular meals are served, while the shorter hops are bright ened by coffee or tea and cookies. Smoking has been forbidden on all planes but the new fleet of one hundred Stinson tri -motors being built for the Cen tury Air Line in- THE CHICAGOAN 19 eludes individual reading lights and smoking equipment at each chair. Northwest Air ways, which has services to the Twin Cities, to Duluth and Win nipeg, to North Dakota and other points in the West, introduced an entertaining feature which is rapidly being adopted by other firms. A radio receiving set is carried with a loud'speaker a t one end of the ship as well as individual ear phones for each passenger. When the plane is on the ground the loudspeaker is used, and in the air each passen ger clamps on his earphones, con trols the volume by the individual rheostat at his side and listens in peace to the music and merry making of the world below. The individual ear' phones are a great advantage. If you are only too glad to get away from Amos and Andy you toss your head piece aside and take up a book without dis turbing your rapt companions. This receiving apparatus, of course, does not interfere with the low-wave set of the pilot through which he receives direct ing messages and weather reports con stantly from the ground stations. Between cities located on water fronts amphibions are becoming more and more popular as they can usually take off and land right in the heart of the business district. On the Trans- American Airlines either land planes or amphibions may be boarded between Detroit and Cleveland, and Sikorsky Amphibions are used between the Twin Cities and Duluth on the North west line. For cross-country dashes one may go in almost any style one pleases. Some people prefer to break the air trip with overnight runs on trains and this may be done on a network of plane and train schedules clicking regularly all the way from New York to Los Angeles. ACROSS the original transcontinen tal all-air route through Chicago, which was established by the Post- office Department for air mail in 1920, National Air Transport now speeds passengers as well as mail, without any resort to ground transportation. This line, with its associated Boeing Air Transport and others in the United Air Lines, blazes a trail of comfortable passenger flying by day and by night to complete the trip from the Atlantic to the Pacific in thirty-one hours, from the Pacific to the Alantic in twenty- eight. That, boys, is what is known as making time. Over the entire N. A. T. route the airway is equipped with lights for night flying, with radio signals and weather reports, and with radio tele phone communication between plane and ground stations and between planes and planes. You have none of the expenses of other cross-country travel — meals are served with N. A. T. compliments and they're good too. (Did you know, by the way, that ex cept in very severe storms these huge planes glide along on air cushions so smoothly that you couldn't possibly spill a drop of coffee or soup unless you had the jitters?) Well, here's your network of air lines. N. A. T. covers, the continent. The Detroit, Cleveland, St. Louis ter ritory is done up brown by Trans- american, American Airways and Century, with the last two branching down into all important points of the south and southwest. Northwest cov ers the northern and northwest coun try, N. A. T. and Boeing do both the south and far northwest. Alaskan Airways pierces Alaska, Northwest stretches into Canada. There are hundreds of destinations scheduled all over the country, business centres, re sorts and country places. The complete coverage of the regu lar lines was shown in a recent emer gency shipment of advertising plates and mats which were to be used simul' taneously by publications in every cor' ner of the United States. When Camels announced their $50,000 con' test, over five thousand pounds of plates were rushed to Chicago in twelve planes. Here they were di' vided into loads on the lines named above and promptly distributed to every county and hamlet that boasted a newspaper. The advertisements ap peared the following day. [TURN TO PA.GE 3?] 20 THE CHICAGOAN LEON MANDEL II: Leading spirit of "State Street Night" of Jubilee fame and Cornell graduate who began work as stock- boy and clerk in Mandel Brothers, and now, as general manager, carries on the work of his father and grandfather. A keen student of Elizabethan and pre-Elisabethan litera ture, he writes equally well on Robert Her- rick or business administration; he collects rare editions and still finds time in the midst of civic affairs to enjoy all sports — and to keep his golf score in the early eighties. MAJ. GEN. MILTON J. FOREMAN: Our best known military man and a law yer who, although in his late sixties, has made no change in his daily routine of work. Captain, 1st Illinois Cavalry in the Spanish-American war; colonel, 1st Cavalry, I. N. G. and later of the 122nd Field Artil lery, A. E. F.; brigadier general, 33rd Divi sion and then major general, commanding the 33rd; D. S. C, D. S. M. and decora tions by France and Belgium have been his rewards. DISTINGUISHED CHICAGOANS A Sequence of Portraits By J. H. E. CLARK MRS. WILLIAM J. CHALMERS: One of the Town's perfect and most beloved hostesses who has entertained visiting roy alty and celebrities of international fame. In her magnificent Lake Shore Drive apart ment memories and mementos of these for mal and informal affairs still remain. Her philanthropic endeavors are well known and her greatest interest in life is her good work in the Home for Crippled Children. JEAN TOOMER: Poet, short story writer, critic, novelist, lecturer, psychologist, philosopher and one time all-around ath lete, dancer, and business man who has been active in Chicago since 1926, lectur ing and writing, and, as he phrases it, building a world. During his residence here he has given more than five hundred lec tures and written six books. ROBERT M. LEE: City editor of The Chicago Tribune who, at present, has laid aside his blue pencil and green eye- shade for a well-earned vacation in Europe. The Tribime's music festival of last sum mer, a great success if attendance means anything, was Bob Lee's idea, and the re cent Chicago Jubilee was another Lee brain child. Such inventions as these make him one of the best examples of the modern city editor whose duty, it seems, is not only to give his readers news, but also to give them, well music festivals and jubilees. TWE CHICAGOAN 21 AWAKE IN THE DEEP The Sad Saga of the Good Ship "Rotarian" Bv MILTON S. MAYER ONE rotten day in October, 1930, the S. S. Rotarian sank. The hull of the S. S. Rotarian was laid in the great shipyards and thur' inger foundry at Kiel in the month of October, 743 B. C, about the time of the Norman conquest. When next heard from, on a government postcard, it was in the service of Benevenuto Lifschults, that notorious old buffoon, mystificateur, Schlegelian philosopher, Junior Leaguer and brigand, and was plying the Spanish Main as a galleon (=three U. S. quarts). This was in 1644, the year in which Fanny Brice starred at Covent Garden as Ophelia in Hamlet, a sensational musical revue by Sir Francis Bacon.* Fifty years later to the day, which makes it May 12, 1923, the S. S. Rota- rian was seen hauling spirituous liquors, under a thin veneer of darkness and garbage, into New York harbor from just outside the 12'mile limit. Let us describe the Rotarian as of this date: It was a full-rigged, or ragged, nar- whale. Its missen mast was three sheets in the wind, and its motor was miz?en. As the TAerrimac, or the "Monitor," as it was better known in local club circles, it won the Civil War for the South, and some months later, coinci dent with the fall of the Kremlin, the Rotarian made a lecture tour, on which it crossed the Alleghenies on a three' legged cow, swam the English channel on a tandem bicycle, and would have won third place in the Olympics at Athens in 1898 if the judges hadn't been fixed. These adventures are re' counted in the S. S. Rotarian s auto' biography, in which the boat appears as "Richard Halliburton." MY first personal contact with the S. S. Rotarian was made in 1926, when, while crossing the Clark street bridge with a policeman on each arm on my way to the old County gaol, I saw this noble old frigate, its roman tic history long since forgotten, now advertising itself as the home of Chi cago's best 50c lunch, moored in the City's river to one of the City's hitch' ing posts. I called the attention of my companions to this outrage, but they hustled me right along. •Those in the know attribute it to Sir Francis Galton. By MILTON S. MAYER The scuttling of so storied a sea rover inspired a good deal of plain and fancy speculation among the newspaper people and other casuals as to the iden' tity of the knave or fool who boarded the ship and pulled out a bung beneath the water line. About 11 A. M. in the morning an officer of the law hap pened to be cantering down Wacker Drive headed for the corner of Ran' dolph street and Michigan avenue, where a shooting was scheduled. As he scanned the quiet horizon from the top floor of his horse he saw the float' ing luncheon palace give an epileptic lurch to windward. He took in the situation at a glance: That an expb' sion had dealt the Rotarian its coup de grace was unlikely; its machinery had been removed many years back and the smoke that had ever since been wafting itself out of the battered old stovepipe stack had denoted nothing more than a mess of fodder being boiled down for the special 50c lunch. The Rotarian was sinking. A gen' eral alarm brought several public of' ficials and creditors to the scene and they joined the crowd of dilletantes that stood by respectfully while the S. S. Rotarian shuddered miserably into the cold mud twenty feet below, with the wash of the river just nibbling at its port, or bilge, side. SYNONYMPULS1VENESS There was a time when, in a spat, A thug would plug his rival's hat With dumdums from his trusty gat. And later, if beneath the sod A hoodlum would consign to God An enemy, he'd use his rod. Then, for awhile the very wick' Ed gunman helped himself through thick And thin, his sole support his stic\. While not so very long ago A tough would never have to toe The mark if he had his big blow. But now he does the job completer Than a butcher, and much neater, With his ever ready heater. — STOOGE. ALL winter the S. S. Rotarian lay i half on its side, like a man who is too sick to lie flat on his back. All hands had evidently escaped with the rats, leaving only a cargo of rusty spaghetti and moss'bedight French bread to sink to an oil'and'watery grave. As I had only recently murdered an entertaining magazine writer, a U. S. Senator, and Chic Sale, and had dis' posed of their bodies in the hold of the S. S. Rotarian, I thought I would in' spect the wreck to see how they were getting on. I was greeted at the Clark street bridge by virtuosi of the art of sitting, old hands at watching the mills of the gods grinding slowly. They as' sured me that the Rotarian was keel ing over imperceptibly but surely in its unconsecrated resting-place. Sure enough, the water was now lapping at the old Kentucky gunn'les. The Rota* rian would soon lie on its side on the bottom of the Chicago River, a moral lesson in the mutability of human affairs. I entered the hulk by a concealed door in the crow's nest and found the skipper in the stern (or "bow" as it ia sometimes called) sitting on a pile of banana peels playing onchanded pinochle with unused luncheon checks. He looked as though he had just left the Black Hole of Calcutta on a fur lough after spending six months in the front line. I shuddered a little as he watered the green stuff in his glass and stared at me with a drunken eye. He had been sleeping below when the boat sank and had never found out what had happened. He reeled toward me, and I got out of there quick. But helas! as Sarah Bernhardt once said. The mortal remains of the S. S. Rotarian, all that is left of that epic of the sea, are not to be allowed to rot in the front yard of our fair city. I see by the public prints that the new ad' ministration has ordered this mute shambles to shamble out of the Chicago River, and to shake a leg about it. More than that, the administration is lending a couple of stomach pumps, tugboats, and winches, or wenches, or whatever they need, to expedite the restoration of the S. S. Rotarian so that it can shuffle out into Lake Michigan and drop dead. Well, it isn't my lake. 22 THE CHICAGOAN WHEN "WHOOPEE" WAS A WAR CRY Moody Reflections on a Gaudy Era AMONG a number of things that f\ William T. Stead did to Chi cago and its people after he had looked the town over during the World's Columbian Exposition and for half a year afterward, was the publication in his book, If Christ Came to Chicago, of a number of odious comparisons be tween the taxes Miss Carrie Watson was pay ing on her iniquitously used property and the taxes paid on theirs by several of our best citi' Zens. She had, for ex ample, $4,000 worth of personal property, which was more than several millionaires seemed to be able to swear to — just as much as Charles T. Yerkes and four times as much as a leading banker and newspaper proprie tor. Another very wealthy newspaper owner's piano was only worth $100, while Carrie had two worth $150 apiece. Her four horses, at $125 each, were the most valuable in town except for the two Yerkes had appraised at $150 each. And when it came to car riages, the richest man in Chicago had only one poor little one at $30, while the lady had two at $350 each. Naturally, being interested in what these articles and their readers are in terested in, Stead sought for the causes of the vice he was viewing and to that end interviewed first those who he thought knew most about them, the several leading landladies. Here, again, as easily chief, Carrie Watson came into the pages of the book; "she is at the head of her shameful profession," notes the writer, in "her brown stone house in Clark Street." She thought that "girls do not take to the life from love of vice, neither do they remain in it from any taste of (sic) debauch ery. It is an easy way of making a living, and once they are started in it either by force, fraud or ilMuck there is no way of getting back. They have to go through it to the bitter end. They bury the memories of the past By WALLACE RICE by drinking the waters of that tempo rary Lethe, which men call strong drink, and quiet their consciences by the thought that after all they are not worse than the highly respectable men who visit them and they are able by suffering these things to help relations who would otherwise often be in very great straits. Carrie Watson for in stance says that almost every girl in her house has three to four persons de pending on her who share with her the wages of sin." " /^ARRIE WATSON is a smart V-X woman," says Stead, "said to be liberal in her gifts to the only churches in her neighborhood, one a Catholic just across the way and the other a Jewish synagogue which local rumor asserts is run rent free owing to Carrie's pious munificence. This is probably a slander but its circulation is significant as proving that Carrie Wat son can be all things to all men." I'm not at all clear about where the slander lies; in fact fail to see any, whether for the giver or the recipients. Nor do I see any reason for that later crack at the munificent one. Insurance for a little less roasting hereafter, if that's what one believes in, has had eminent exemplars in the past and is not un known in the present, and any Ameri can can furnish instances of notabilities who have never had anything but praise- -for their bounteousness. "She is emphatically a smart woman," observes the author, "and cynical as might be expected. Prosti' tution is to her the natural result of poverty on the part of the woman and of passion on the part of the man. She regards the question from the economic standpoint. Morals no more enter into her business than they do into the busi' ness of bulls and bears on the Stock Exchange." Mr. Stead had a consti' tutional capacity for ardently disliking a great many features of our civiliza tion. And he then goes into an exposi' tion of the greater value any woman may acquire who is, as Thomas Hardy s poem says, "ruined." "Few people realize," writes Chicago's busy visitor, "that a young and pretty woman can make more money for a short time by what may be called a discriminate sale of her person than the ablest woman in America can make at the same age in any profession." The account tapers off into dismal prophecy, in the nature of a threat of hell on earth, after the manner of the moralist. It would have been more interesting, if less edifying, to have found out just what does happen, in the way of mar' riage and the like. I recall hearing of a band of young women in this oldest of professions, who learned in their homes in Providence, Rhode Island, of a charmed spot in the far West where there were any number of men with ranching property, and not a woman within miles. These female Argonauts set forth, earning their way across the continent, found their information sub' stantiated, captured themselves a man apiece, golden fleece and all, and several years after I heard that every one of the pilgrims from Providence was duly rehabilitated, married, and happy. Mr. Stead preserves for this genera tion an otherwise forgotten notability in the half world forty-odd years ago: Lame Jimmy, the fiddler at Carrie's. It appears that one of the liveliest whoopees of that cheerful period was a benefit ball given for Jimmy in a spacious dancing and music hall. "Lame Jimmy's benefit," comments Stead, "is THE CHICAGOAN 23 one of the saturnalian nights of the Levee when all the professional forces of debauchery are let loose to disport themselves with the assistance of the police." The latest one before the book was written was punctuated by the killing of "one of the best known police officers in Chicago," a careless thing to have happen on a night when, as one of my well informed friends remarked years ago, there wasn't any body left at home, even for an emer gency case. There comes a time when joy should not be unconfined. FIREWORKS Spring Night's Witchery Beyond the city's foggy fringe The westering sun rides on To tinge With florid hues some distant dawn; And at his glimmering farewell The witching night awakes, And shakes The star-dust from her webby gown, To wrap the city in her magic spell. It is the hour for witchery; A stillness settles down Upon the murky town, And like a mystic jinn, The night begins to spin Her tabby threads of silver sorcery. 'Gainst the horizon's eastern rim, As if by her capricious whim, There suddenly appears a vanguard of vermilion fire That marches through the blazing skies, Then dims and dies Upon a smoking pyre. The night laughs with exultant thunder That rends the drifting clouds asunder, The while from under Her vapoury veil she loosens the gems from her hair And hangs them in the air — Emerald and sapphire and simmering aquamarine Topaz and ruby and lapis lazuli — • Luminous jewels of dazzling sheen, Studding the heavens with wonder. She threads her magic spindle — with a hissing sigh Thin tapers shoot up high into the sky, Booming rockets burst into bouquets of spangled flowers That scatter like broken rainbows to the lake below; Fallow yellow, garnet red, and goblin green, Plumy purple, ochreous orange, and indigo — ¦ Airy mosaics of splendour out of the night's design. Flashing fountains play and leap and blow Tinseled showers To the wind, and galaxies of shooting stars Twinkle and shine One vivid moment at Jupiter and Mars; Mighty mastodons of ancient fame Race along the water's edge in floods of flame, An opal cataract glitters and falls, Pin- wheels whirl in crimson balls; And like quick summer-lightning, tow ers J ¦x- Rise up from the sand in a radiant row. With a final flare The night points a finger of ivory, And instantly a lofty parapet Peals with the rolling thunder of the sea, And streaks of scarlet jet In a fiery stream From its ramparts a-gleam; While the night Answers back unfurling a banner of heavenly hue She's woven of roses and snow and cerulean blue, And she waves it aloft in delight. Then, The city is veiled in silence again For the night's spell of magic is spun — And her weaving and witchery — done. Spring Pageantry Hear the drum (Ta-tum-ti-tum) As they come With their gallant retinue. Watch them strut (Ta-rut-ti-tut) As they go Down the bannered avenue. Listen to the bugles blow, See the flags sway To and fro, Hear the trumpets gayly play. (Ta-rut-ti-tum-di-ay!) Black horses prancing in a row, Grey cannon rolling by; And lamps of Mars As bright as stars, Reluming the evening sky. Watch them marching through the haze While the band with fervour plays, Boy- scouts, and sailors, and soldiers With rifles on their shoulders. See the banners in review, Salute the red, the white, and blue, Cheer the Salvation Army Maids In their capes and bonnets tied at their throats, And give a huzza for the negro bri gades, And another again For the stirring notes Of the bag-piping men. Throw paper in streams At the flowery floats That pass like phantoms out of dreams — Midget engine and fire-wagons Spouting flames like angry dragons, Bicycles with giant wheels, Quaint stage-coaches and automobiles, Indians in paint and feathers, Pioneers in furs and leathers, Pig-tailed men from China Town, Pagodas with towers, And cabins of log — Streaming down The twilight hours Through the city fog. Oh, hear that drum (Ta-tum-ti-tum) Oh, see them come, — Join in the bright frivolity! (Ta-rum-ti-rum-ti-tum) Oh, be glad and gay (Ti-tum-di-ay), Oh, join in the play Of the Springtime Jubilee! (Ta-rum-ti'dum'di'ay. ) —CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS. 24 THE CHICAGOAN 1 * * * i t I ¦ ¦• • |.fl; [;»#-) W ¦ * " ™ All the World Within Four Walls Flush to a river backward turned, the Merchandise Mart gleams gala welcome upon caravans come from the far places of Industry and Commerce. Here en sconced, the modern miracles of hand and loom cluster in friendly camaraderie, a focal point in the vast tapestry of a Town eyed by all the peoples of all the world. Within these four walls, the knotted trails of Trade. Without, the harnessed elements toiling mere Man to and from desk or bench. While 'round and about, the clamor of a throbbing me tropolis restive for new glories. A pho tograph in the Continental manner by Henry C Jordan. THE CHICAGOAN 25 THE STAGE Joe Cook in "Joe Cook" with Joe Cook /"^NF course it really is called Fine V-y and Dandy, this pippin of a revue at the Erlanger. But it might well be designated by the name of its star, so completely does Mr. Cook dominate the proceedings. There are other things one might mention en passant — an excellent score by Kay Swift; some high-class chorus dancing (touched on by Dr. Turbyfill in an other column) ; neat solo work by one Eleanor Powell (also see Dance Col umn) ; an amusing book by Don (dear old Yale) Stewart; elaborate scenery. But let us get on to Joe Cook. What does he do? Only these. He (1) sings; (2) yodels; (3) ventrilo quises; (4) clogs; (5) hoofs; (6) does card tricks; (7) plays the ukulele; (8) plays the saxophone; (9) gags; (10) juggles; (11) walks on stilts; (12) does acrobatics; (13) performs feats of strength; (14) tells stories; (15) spins a top; (16) plays golf with a shovel; (17) rides a one wheel bicycle; (18) manipulates dozens of Rube Goldberg inventions; (19) wears absurd cos tumes; (20) wears ditto hats; (21) changes same with lightning rapidity; (22) burlesques all manner of topical frailties; and (23) is his own modest, ingratiating, honest self. Unlike the lad of the proverb, Joe Cook is Jack-of-all-trades and master of most. This astounding facility in all branches of showmanship enables him to be more unexpected than any one or any dozen comics on the stage today. To me that is perhaps his most fascinating quality. You never know where he will bob up, or what he will be doing when he does bob up. As he sits at a desk in the disguise of a busi ness executive, some one says, "You're a big man now." Joe rises about nine feet in the air and strides off — on stilts. Earlier in the same scene a funny rub ber-faced man enters the office, silently sits down and munches a sandwich. Before you can wink the erstwhile im maculate Mr. Cook is standing by the man's side in an apron with a cup of coffee in hand. So all evening — one riotous incongruity after another, a rapid fire of bizarre surprises. These stunts of quick-change, legerdemain and mechanical devices sound silly when written down, but are spontane- By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN ously joyous to behold in this mad grotesquerie. In some ways Joe Cook reminds one of Ed Wynn, Bert Lahr, or the Marx Brothers, but he has more quips, querks and wanton wiles at his command than all of them put to gether. He is perhaps not as fantas tic as Wynn, nor as crazy as Lahr, nor as satirical as the Messrs. Marx, but he has some of all of their stuff and much that none of them could even venture. Fresh impressions are likely to lead to superlatives, but to me Joe Cook is king of his kind. This is a long paragraph about one actor. But not long enough to cover all the exploits of this unique fellow. It is appropriate that the best comic should have the best stooge. His name is Dave Chasen, as nutty a bird as ever ran wild about a stage. He works in short spasms, creating bits of riotous lunacy in keeping with and building up his boss. That he suggests the less restrained moments of Harpo Marx does not detract from his efficiency as a foil. Several other members of the cast would merit mention, were they not working in such an illustrious shadow. At a moment when the town is loud with discussion of the naughty stage, it might be timely to remark that Fine and Dandy is as clean as the teeth in a Pepsodent ad. Uncle Bill hereby broadcasts to our young readers (if any) that now is the chance to shake the old man down for a couple of mati nee tickets. 'Ben and Grisha Present HEN two such attractive birds as Ben Bernie and Gregory Ratoff have spent a winter making themselves popular in the Loop, there seems no sound reason why they should not capitalize on their good-will by sponsoring a bit of drama. They have. It is called Oh, Promise Me, and may be seen at the Apollo. But not at cut- rates, so help me. The old Maestro says to his radio audience, "It's a liv ing." It may be, for there are a good many belly-laughs sprinkled through this unruly and uncouth piece of dramaturgy. And not a little well de served tail-paddling of the tab-minded public by use of a satrical slap-stick. You could hardly term it "clean fun," this paraphrasing of the Daddy Browning theme with special attention to the more sordid phases of law prac tice and to the part played by the tab loids in such unsavory imbroglios. The first act, in which a rich old satyr is framed with all possible innuendo and much inexcusable vulgarity, is tawdry stuff. Its few guffaws hardly compen sate for the pruriency of the characters and the gutter level of the dialogue. But as the evening wears on, things improve. After the cigarette, we return for a court-room scene of much gusty hilar ity. Written with shrewd observation of detail and considerable verisimili tude, this burlesque of a breach of promise trial — a branch of jurispru dence, by the way, which should in this enlightened day be as obsolete as witch- burning — is likely to eradicate the bad taste of the earlier scenes and send you home chuckling, perhaps even chortling. That is, if you are one of our better chortlers. The stiff-shirt trade will doubtless be content with just a roguish smile. THE conventional acting technique for present day farce seems to de mand that the cast conduct themselves like two basket-ball teams in action, or perhaps as a group of unfortunates cursed with the itch. One can almost picture the director yelling, "speed, speed, speed." Whether or not he so exhorted, he got that result. No one is still a moment, except the twelve "soups" in the jury box. Even they get a bit restless. Better types could hardly have been selected for the scurvy participants in the shake-down. Most of the actors were on the pay-roll in New York, and the newcomers are a credit to the perspicacity of the Old Maestro and Herr Ratoff. Seven major parts are extremely well taken, while two "bits" stand out. Harlan Briggs, of Front Page and Wise Child memory, con tributes another gem to his gallery of famous asses. He is the most boobish of the blackmailers, and as a witness would make even Judge Landis laugh. His wife, a lady with a voyeur THE CHICAGOAN School's Over (or the Girl Graduate — That Means Gifts from Fred< eric's Loads of the smartest people rely on Frederic's to supply their year- ' round gift needs. They know that no one is quite as fussy as the girl graduate — nor quite as appreciative, especially when the gift comes in a Frederic's box, the hall mark of good taste. For after all, jewelry is the only real graduation gift. We suggest: A 'set' — Necklace, Bracelets and Earrings to Match! White — Fashion's Favorite! Rose Quartz — so youthful! Frederic's Pearls Clips — Pearl-beaded Bags • Frederic's 'Talked-about' Bags for Every Day Use $2.75 and $5.00 complex, is adequately neurotic as played by Eleanor Hicks. The double- crosser of the outfit is another of those ladies we blame on the Greeks. Sid ney Shields makes her as acid as a quince and as tough as a side of shoe- leather. In nice contrast is the tabloid- innocence of Eleanor Bedford, the more or less guileless "lure" of the gang. She looks about fifteen years old and very nice in her undies. Mat thew Crowley and Frank Sylvester, the learned counsel for plaintiff and defendant, are both highly amusing in parts which might make attorneys squirm if a sense of humor is wanting. The "sucker" — a lustful old lecher — has the right actor in Edward H. Rob ins. His leers are sinister enough to startle the inmates of a harem. Char lotte Learn appears briefly as an out raged neighbor who resents being the cynosure of prying field-glasses. She is effectively explosive in some very emotional pyrotechnics. As the weath er-man who testifies that it never did rain on the fatal evening when the se ducer claims he took off his coat only because it was wet, Clarence Bellair affords another example of neat work in a small part. I hope you like it. So does Ben Bernie. CINEMA The Gang's All Here By WILLIAM R. WEAVER IF the Jubilee has made you proud of your city, if you rejoice in the knowledge that Chicago has been first among American metropolises to do a concrete something about reviving a depressed population, set aside an eve ning for the purpose of viewing The Secret Six and The Finger Points. They will make you want to write to your congressman, or telegraph Will Hays, or call out the militia and lead a mass attack on Cicero. At very least they will make you want Chicago to do another concrete something, some thing about stemming the screen tide of civic slander. Neither picture names Chicago, but both advertise it to the world beyond reach of Jubilee or World Fair as the deadliest spot on this or any planet. I have said that you should see these pictures. You should. You should know what the screen is telling the world about your city, indirectly about you as one of its citizens. They say that you are a spineless bystander per mitting pillage, plunder, political degradation and human destruction with only such protest as six unnamed men voluntarily set up in defense. They are saying that your elections are framed, that your judges take, that your juries are bought in your jury rooms and that your journalists are paid by gangsters for glorifying them. The Finger Points (in which Richard Barthelmess and associates waste some superb acting) pretends to expose the Lingle affair. The Secret Six (in which Wallace Beery achieves his greatest characterisation) parades your half-dozen sturdy defenders as masked men hiding behind locked doors and dependent upon spies. The pictures combine to produce a more convincing misrepresentation of Chicago than all of the newspaper headlines ever written. I have said that you should see these pictures if the Jubilee has made you proud of your city. I add that, if the Jubilee did not have that effect, it will have when these pictures have been seen. I turned from the foully libeled Chicago of the screen profoundly grateful for the actual Chicago of to day and tonight. I hope the far flung world will do likewise, but I doubt it. JOHN BARRYMORE'S Trilby, which is called Svengali, adds nothing to the great actor's stature. It is as g(x>d a Trilby as any that has gone before, and perhaps a slightly better Svengali, but the gifted John ought to be getting some important acting done before the fleet years shunt him into supporting roles. It is incon ceivable that a Barrymore should not realize that the screen is less tolerant of age than the footlights, but stranger things have happened. It's time for Papa John to go to work. A measurably lesser mime, Lowell Sherman, is worthy of Mr. Barrymore's consideration. Mr. Sherman is all but forgotten as the other member of the Arbuckle party. He has accomplished this erasure of an indelible incident by the simple means of acting his head off at every opportunity. His current one is called Bachelor Apartments and it's the Lowell Sherman kind of picture, deftly done and rich in wisecrack and trick situation. If you're debating be tween Svengali and this, choose this. THE CHICAGOAN And if Mr. Sherman's urbane and adult kind of romance is not your choice, Ramon Novarro's youthful manner in the same sort of thing must be. Mr. Novarro's Daybrea\ is a quite different sort of occupation for him and quite pleasantly snared by Helen Chandler. It's Continental, intelligent, interesting and not improbable. Don't avoid it. STANLEY TRACY and Sidney Fox are principals of Six Cylinder Love, Edward Everett Horton and Willie Collier contributing important ballast, El Brendel a brief but stimu lating comic sequence. The picture's as good as the play, which seemed to be good enough to keep playhouses filled in the year of its nativity. If you liked one you'll like the other, and if you didn't see the play the picture will do very nicely. Young Sinners, much talked about by the young if not the sinners, is bet ter than most attempts to portray and explain the wild young of this wild young civilization. Dorothy Jordan and Hardie Albright are the young sinners mainly concerned and Thomas Meighan is the upright gentleman who snaps them out of it, meanwhile deal ing out a sharp spanking to parents who don't do right by their little ones yet expect them to do right by each other. If you are young, or that kind of a parent, you may like it very much. Dude Ranch is no more nor less than Jack Oakie's vehicle of the moment and of course that's recommendation enough. It's funny, in the Oakie tradition, until a melodramatic finish which is no less funny because more absurd. If you like Jack you'll see it of course, and if you don't like Jack I'm afraid you're wasting your time reading this column. (Recent pictures previously re newed are summarized on page 2.) DECISION I might be doing something worse Than pencilling this lousy verse : I might be gunning for my boss; I might be betting on a hoss; I might be drunk; I might be harried With a plan for getting married. I'll stick to verses and be bored — And permanently bachelored. — DALE FISHER. 27 T JLhe joy of the game, the pleasure of the company, the sparkle of White Rock and the distinctive taste of White Rock Ginger Ale — these make the unbeatable foursome. The leading mineral water TUEO-IICAGOAN TO PARENTS of Young Americans George has the young urge to take things apart to see what makes them go ... with an ambition to make a lawnmower that runs by clockwork Joan is a walking ques tion-mark . . . What day is tomorrow? Where does the wind go? And leg ion things that send Granny into retreat TVTOW is the time to have * these lovable youngsters in your home begin their musical education. Their minds are alert, impression able. They like to be able to play like the grown-ups. Buy one of the handsome new Lyon & Healy grands — an ideal piano for your home. Lyon & Healy Grand 595 Small down payment. The balance in convenient monthly sums Wabash at Jackson MUSIC The May Festival By KARLETON HACKETT PINCH-HITTING for Mr. Pollak, now inviting his soul to the great open spaces, would say that life, mu sically speaking, has some high lights. This is the May Festival season and twice in the past two weeks we have had May and December in juxtaposi tion, Lily Pons and Ignace Paderew- ski, with December very distinctly getting the better of it. Youth will be served, or so they say, but it would be pretty tough to put Mme. Pons, or anybody else, up against the Olympian right on his native heath. Lily Pons, as everybody knows — or ought to — is the reigning sensation; the new star of the Metropolitan firmanent and as such duly acclaimed by the critical powers that be down east. She opened the Festival at Ann Arbor and at Evanston, and in each case sold out the house. Well, what has the box office to do with artistic values? More, perhaps, than you would think — no money, no art. Art, with a capital A, may be for the illuminati, the chosen few, but the intelligentsia when it comes to spend ing its money is very canny, always calculating to get its full money's worth, which is likely the reason why it has money to spend. As always the cognoscenti were out in full num bers, prepared to scoff, conditions be ing favorable, but not intending to be caught behind the times in the latest subject for dinner table discussion. Lily Pons is charming and a lovely singer. The true coloratura with light pure tone and great facility on the extreme upper notes. It is the coloratura that the public loves. The singer with the instrumental beauty of tone to whom one listens for the sheer beauty of it without bothering over the incidentals of dramatic power, emotional intensity and all the rest. So they crowded the halls to hear with their own ears whether Mme. Pons was to be the next in the long line of popular favorites on whom they would lavish fame and money without measure. At Evanston it was the first time in some years that they had had a sell out. This concert marked the assumption of command by Frederick Stock, now the musical director of the Festival. He proved his power most convinc ingly by a remarkable performance of Honegger's King David, with which the Festival was opened. When it was announced there was a shaking of wise heads, since the per formance of such a work by the old Festival chorus seemed quite impossi ble. Mr. Stock, however, is also a canny person and after a few rehears als things began to happen. Those who found themselves swamped by this music discreetly and quietly faded from the picture while others, learn ing that something was really doing, took their places. Consequently it was a new and fully competent body of singers and in Mr. Stock's firm grip they gave a fine account of themselves. Striking music with fascinating high lights for chorus and orchestra; a genuine contribution. Never, alas, to reach the generality because it con tains nothing for the soloists to sing. They had capable singers, Mmes. Veerland and Reynolds, with Dan Gridley and Paul Leyssac as the Nar rator. They did what they could, but the music gave them no chance. The public goes to hear the singers sing while chorus and orchestra form the background. Alas and alack. Why had every seat been sold? Because Lily Pons was to sing Caro 7\[ome. She sang the same aria at Evanston that she had at Ann Arbor (and, incidentally wore the same gown — a pleasing contraption of virgin white which was most becoming), she came and charmed, but failed to thrill. Slender, graceful, svelte, well under thirty and with a lovely voice, but not as yet in her full vocal maturity, and it may be not quite at home on the concert stage. She will have to grow a bit before gaining the strength to hold the now vacant coloratura crown with unbreakable grip — and she looks fragile. IGNACE PADEREWSKI came the I second night; the field marshall. The entire assembly arose when he appeared and again after he had played his concerto. A tribute re served for him alone. THE CHICAGOAN He is the man of our generation, the greatest personality of our day who has sought to express himself through music. The man of the royal quality who dominates because of his inherent power. The Romania was poetry through music and the Finale the superb sweep of the virtuoso. Astonishing fingers which the records say belong to a man of seventy. But as you listened to him age ceased to have aught to do with it, for you heard the very spirit of music. Mr. Stock gave him a marvellous accom paniment. It was an event. Since we have made the world, tem porarily, safe for democracy one feels a slight embarrassment over qualify ing epithets. Under the old regime "kingly, princely and lordly" con veyed distinct meaning. But now that we have done away with all the outworn trappings there seems to be a lack of descriptive precision in the synomyns. "Presidential," hardly, "senatorial," most distinctly not, and "congressmanly" not much better. What to do, what to do! The public, however, felt no em barrassment, they being well content just to listen without bothering over epithets. And who worries over a critic's troubles? NOBLE CAIN gave another con cert at Orchestra Hall with his A Cappella choir. He is a remarkable conductor with a special instinct for making singers sing without accom paniment, and so he has added a thing much needed for our musical equip ment. Some of the loveliest music ever written came from the pens of those who composed for a cappella choirs. But it is a most difficult art and until Noble Cain appeared nobody had ever been able to make a go of it in Chi cago. Now he has a true a cappella choir and one produced in a surpris ingly short space of time; barely a year and a half. His work is not yet done and in the nature of things could not have been in this short space of time. The choir needs mellowing and solidifying. Also the program making must come in for earnest thought. He has, however, the material and the skill to mold it into shape. And in this particular form of art nothing save the very top notch is of worth. So let us hope. Good Taste Dictates The Howard Queen Anne (Baby Grand Piano) as a gift for the bride or graduate The Queen Anne design has charm and grace in every line and is possibly the most popular of period models. Available in walnut or mahogany with bench to match, it is decorative as well as being fine musically. Howard Baby Grand Queen Anne Design built by Baldwin $785 Your Own Budget Plan Call Wabash 6900 for more detailed information THE BALDWIN PIANO COMPANY 323 South Wabash Avenue CI4ICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street THE CHICAGOAN 407 So. Dearborn Street Chicago, Illinois Sirs: I enclose three dollars for which please send me THE CHICAGOAN at the address given below. (Signature) (Address) 30 THE CHICAGOAN SPORTS ATTIRE Gentlemen with a to wn- and-country turn of mind will be especially interested in Jerrems' conception of correct, custom tai lored sports attire. Four- piece suits, equally at home in an office or on a fairway, may be had for as little as $65 . . . custom tailored of English tweeds in the Jerrems' manner. Our New Schedule Of Lower Prices: $55 $ 65 $ 75 and up to $ 100 Chicago London New York Los Angeles BOOKS About By SUSAN NEWS arrives of Harriet Monroe's gift to the University of Chicago of the poetry office's twenty years accumulation of autographed firsts, manuscripts, and poetic correspondence. Wherehy a congeries which might have yielded an auction that would have gone down in history, becomes a collection rivalling the Harris at Brown University. Which reminds me that Miss Mon roe is herself the exception to the prin ciple that I was about to lay down. Namely that while our male American poets seem to stay poets, our woman poets have the disconcerting habit of turning novelist. Elinor Wylie, Eliza beth Madox Roberts, Evelyn Scott. Even Edna St. Vincent Millay nearly did. If you go far enough back in the files of Horace Liveright's prospectuses, you will find that she once showed every sign of writing a novel to be called Hardigut. She had even decided what she was going to say in it. She was going to show what life would be like if we made the same sort of secret about eating that, theoretically, we make about sex. Of all these woman poets, however, there is perhaps none who made so pretty a transition from verse to prose as Marion Strobel did last year, Satur day Afternoon not only had the prog ress of poetry as its theme. It even permitted us to see the difficulties a poet, accustomed to short lengths, has when confronted with a given number of pages. You couldn't have called it padding either: it was all so diverting. With A Woman of Fashion, how ever, she quite definitely spurns her chrysalis stage. There are wisps of poetry floating in the air, so to speak, but her theme catches them all up along with her elaborately studied background of Lake Forest, studio- town, and the Michigan Avenue dress shops, and pulls them all along with it. This theme being no less than the sort of love that used to happen to people such as Tristan and Isolde, back in the Middle Ages, as the result of drinking things. Her heroine, a young Lake Forest widow of ice-like beauty, con cerned chiefly with enhancing her looks by her clothes, and her hero, a war veteran and architect, are simply gal vanic to each other. It is daring to plant such a romance as this in the Poets WILBUR midst of what is possibly the most con' temporary newel of the season: stock market crash, depression, and all. But the daring of A Woman of Fashion does not end there. There is an almost medical frankness. 'That Spanish Trouble IN The Martial Spirit: A Study of Our War with Spain, you v/ill scarcely turn a page without having met the adjective curious, or, failing that, the adjective peculiar. And long before the bibliography it becomes amply evident that the war itself was both curious and peculiar. The credit for starting it would appear, at this distance of time, to be divided between Pulitzer and the young William Ran dolph Hearst, with their need for exciting events to chronicle, and Theo' dore Roosevelt, assistant secretary of the navy, with his equally clamorous need of fame. Though once started it became useful to the administration for taking people's minds off the 1898 de pression. Furthermore it was a war where almost nobody on the American side got killed, though up into a few hundreds died of heat prostration — ¦ N. B. the one casualty at Manila Bay — or of tropical diseases so mild that they needn't have died of them. While the Spanish losses, though heavier, totalled about equal to those of an 1898 steam ship disaster off the Newfoundland Banks. It is rarely possible to be satirical alx>ut a war. The extent of the tragedy usually prevents its being a laughing matter. But, given a war small enough for the purpose, the parallels in all war soon become evident. General Pershing's garden hose and floor polish spring to mind as you read of supplies for Tampa scattered all over Florida uninventoried. And planes whose wings dropped off, when you hear of Spanish warships with wooden decks. This is, in other words, a book whose interest will not be confined to students of the nineties. 'Paul Point THE fact remains that two out of the twenty chapters that constitute Paul Poiret's autobiography are devoted to America. And if what he says is even less complimentary than the ex- TI4E CHICAGOAN 31 pected remarks of visiting Britishers, there are at least three good reasons. First, owing to some defect in the copy right law, M. Poiret wandered into a rather bad hat shop in New York to find most of its perpetrations marked with his own name and Paris. Second, owing to his taste for vintages he was unable to acquire an appetite for boot leg, even as administered aboard pri vate yachts. And third, having lec tured all over America at a thousand a throw, he was destined to see his agent swallow the proceeds and then perish in an airplane accident. But there is a fourth possible, and even more potent, reason. M Poiret is by nature a conqueror. From begin nings as small as Napoleon's he stormed first Doucet, then Worth. From design ing tailor-mades with short sleeves and a slight train, he came to designing whole stages of the Ballet Russe. Next, with all Paris at his feet he dictated new fabrics, bright colors, short skirts, pa jamas, experimented in perfumes and textiles, and, as reigning monarch, in stituted at his palace in the Avenue d'Antin such fetes as Paris had not known since Napoleon attempted to re-enact the Bourbons. Foreign con quest followed. A triumphal tour of Russia with models who were forbid den to accept chocolates from grand dukes. A siege of London, conducted, to the extreme discomfiture of the premier, from the stronghold of Mar- got Asquith. By schedule, America should have been the next to fall at his feet. Theoretically of course it did. But nonetheless M. Poiret knew that, like Napoleon, he had in effect met his Russia. He could tell by the questions the ladies asked after his lectures. To Read or Not to Read A Woman of Fashion: Wherein a modern man and woman exhibit mediaeval ten dencies against a background of Lake Forest and of Chicago studios and dress shops, and Marion Strobel is realistic as well as poetical. (Yes: but it may come as a shock after Saturday Afternoon.) The Martial Spirit: Walter Millis makes a study of our war with Spain as fought by Theodore Roosevelt, Joseph Pulitzer, and William Randolph Hearst. (As war literature this is a new departure; don't miss it.) King of Fashion: Paul Poiret, now in a state of abdication, gives the world the high spots of his reign. (Ask your dressmaker.) Father: An unlikely love affair enter tainingly discussed in terms of its incon gruities. (Recommended for hammock days.) The Magnet: Maxim Gorky puts volume two to his monumental novel dealing with the roots of the Russian Revolution. (If you have read Bystander.) REEN1MIER A Country Estate of more than 7000 acres at 2000-ft. elevation in the glorious Alleghanies. 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The one before that has linens, kitchen trifles, and a host of bibelots. Prices being what they are, you'll snatch off a few little treasures for yourself if you're shrewd.) Austrian Werbund: This little cor ner of Diana Court represents the leading modern artists of Central Eu rope, those who were in the vanguard with all this modern business some ten years ago and who are still forging ahead with newer and better ideas. Exquisite glassware, textiles for color ful hangings; a graceful coffee set in silver that has an unusual mellow glow and charming ivory handles; rich pol ished brass dishes that would be mag nificent with the warm tones of fruit; cases in rich opaque tones and an ex quisite slender bud vase in a melting blend of soft blues; bookends in inter esting modern designs, one employing a fascinating theme of gears and wheels; marvellous bowls of enamel on copper in an indescribable autumn leaf color; softly hued pottery vases and bowls; and brilliantly colored boxes, bottles, bowls, pictures, in that rare Austrian enamel on metal. Burley. A rich array of service plates, salad plates, after dinner coffees from the famous English works and in other less costly designs. Canny brides will ask Burley to keep a record of the pieces she has acquired and send her friends in to complete her dinner serv ices. Bright informal services for country places and charming Majolica breakfast tray sets in gay colors and amusing shapes. Chintz Shop: Everything imaginable to make dressing rooms and clothes closets miracles of color and daintiness. Orders are taken for complete closet equipment or you may indulge in just a tiny gift but a gracious one by send ing stacks of linen and lingerie pads in gay chintz or delicate organdie, linen and lace, with special little pockets for sachet. Sturdy boxes for shoes, hats, linen, everything, made of heavy com position board with special dustproof edges and bound in stunning designs of book linen. Quaint mirrors painted with prim little bouquets of flowers, much newer for Colonial bedrooms than the boresome silhouettes and flower prints. John A. Colby: Aside from every thing under the sun in furniture and decorating service for fond parents, aunts and uncles to donate, there are grand occasional pieces that would make enthusiastically welcomed gifts. 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Exquisite Waterford, and one Waterford bowl that should be price less but isn't these days. To tone down the too new and shining look of a young home there is nothing lovelier than old silver with its rich soft lustre TUECUIOAGOAN 33 that only years can bring and the graci ous designs that breathe tradition. Magnificent silver candelabra, a find in a seventeenth century tea service, Georgian bowls and trays, lovely things in Sheffield plate, and several pairs of the old silver wine coolers which make such strikingly beautiful vases now. A great collection of antique boxes and some brilliantly enameled new ones from Russia. The exquisite tiny silver cases in which our grandmothers tucked a sponge, wet with cologne for the ever imminent swoon, have a fine silver filigree screen inside — just the thing for loose powder compacts and a choice gift from the bride to her maid of honor. Tiny snuff boxes for rouge or lip paste. 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DANCE Fine and Dandy By MAPvK TUKBYFILL WHEN that enfant terrible, the Machine Age, first stretched its wiry frame and wiggled its metallic toes, like a steely Buddha it marched tc the four directions simultaneously. The unrelenting rhythm of its harsh steps wound up the whole world. Caught in that rhythm composers, painters — and at last dancers — have been trying to show the crowd that they look like a procession of mechani cal toys. The Mechanical Ballet in Joe Cook's show at the Erlanger is "Fine and Dandy." Right in pace, it takes place in the Machine Room of the Fordyce Drop Forge and Tool Factory. All the valves, pistons, carbureters, and ball bearings get together and give a joint recital. Such a fine and dandy collec tion of loose nuts, bolts, and screws was never seen on the premises of any other going concern. Chicago's own Merriel Abbott Spe cialty Dancers are another special rea son for seeing Fine and Dandy. 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PICK UP with a bowl of tender mus sels, sizzling Shrimps L'Aiglon, or frosty fresh oysters. SURRENDER to a butter tender filet mignon draped in mush rooms, crisp puffs of souf fle potatoes, a zippy Sperry Salade. DISCOVER that the knowing epicure dines, in Chicago, at L'AIGLON. Cuisine Francaise Music, Six to Two 22 East Ontario Delaware 1909 Powell, return to their toes, this time in the serene and traditional manner, in a graceful Waltz Ballet. Miss Eleanor Powell stands out as the dance star of the show. Her tap dancing, of the first magnitude, stops it. in fact. Her six or eight pirouettes, which she accompanies with a little song of her sole, have a great deal of sparkle. She has a sense of line and composition, a sureness of rhythm that are rare among feminine tappers. With such strength Miss Powell rivals some of the better known male hoofers, and adds to it a delicacy that is quite as important in good dancing. MAKE MINE WINGS (begin on page 18] BUT maybe you are one of those people who likes to crawl far into the north woods, on out-of-the-way lakes, or maybe some emergency or sudden thirst makes you impatient of regular schedules. You — and if it's a party, the cost becomes amazingly low after it's split into six or eight passen' gers — can charter any size plane al most any hour of the day or night. The Curtiss airport at Glenview is main- tained solely for charter planes, as an air school and display center for planes, and as a haven for privately owned planes. Planes are frequently char tered for weekends during the summer and for special trips anywhere from a short sprint to Milwaukee to a tour to San Francisco. Here, and at Sky Harbor, are the hangars for the planes owned by pio neers who use their own machines as they use a car. Many of them have a pilot but more of them are learning to fly their own. At the Curtiss stu dent's field — separated from the regu lar field — some forty-five or fifty stu dents are busy mastering air technic. It is quite a young college in its way, with its own restaurant and dormi tories for out-of-town students. Courses for private pilots, commercial and transport pilots are given here and at the downtown Aeronautical University complete training courses teach every branch of the aviation industry — man agement, traffic work, financing, tech nical research — all the divisions of a growing business for those who may Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices 1007 Rush Street DELIVERY SERVICE, DELAWARE 2185 CHICAGO'S SMARTEST NEAR-LOOP APARTMENT HOTEL Only ten minutes to the loo£> ana three blocks Irom Lincoln Park— I he Park Dearborn offers the finest in hotel homes. Large, airy rooms, spacious closets, beautiiul Aurnishings, mod ern salon, shofss ana com missary in building and com plete hotel service all at moderate rentals makes the Park Dearborn your ideal hotel. Beautiiul root garden iree to guests. 85 % 01 pres ent occupancy under lease. i}/?, Rooms Living room, dinette ana kitchen. I win or double Inadors. Dressing room and bath. $85 to $110. 2r/l Rooms Living room, Inador beds, bedroom — twin or double beds. Dinette and kitchen. Dressing1 room and bath. $ia5 to $i"5- 372 Rooms Living room, Inador beds, bedroom (twin or double). dining room, kitchen, bath. $150 to $(200. riotel Rooms Iwin or double beds. Large and airy. 4)65 to $80 • Daily, Weekly, Monthly and Le;>.se Rates • We ad vise your early inspection. ParkBearbobn c&ie/ve cfixty 92ortk SkaiiornShrkim/ct^xtha Telephone W Whitehall 5620 36 THE CHICAGOAN C/lcdels • 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 HUtter sweet 5800 never fly a plane themselves but who plan to make them, sell them, or man age them. Surprisingly, or maybe it isn't sur prising, there is always a gcxxl sprinkling of women in the pilot classes. Tevis Gibson of Highland Park, Mary Belden and Mildred Roe- bling of Evanston and Gretchen Miner of Barrington are busy at the Curtiss field now learning to fly their own. Jack Vilas, one of the famous early pilots who was the first to fly across Lake Michigan in the pioneer days started his daring young daughter into the air in her teens. When Aerial Vilas was fifteen she made her first solo hop and has since completed her training at the Curtiss schml. Now she flies her own plane everywhere. THIRTY-FIVE hangars harbor the luxurious private planes of cor porations and individuals. The Daily News Bellanca and John Patten's cus tom-built Travel-Air as well as his Am phibian use this as a base. Wayne King has his ship here, William K. Wrigley uses his huge plane with his own pilot. Besides the private planes there is a group of Curtiss- Wright ships used for sightseeing flights by fledglings and others who just want to get into the air even if they aren't going anywhere. Short hops are amusingly priced at a cent a pound, so you have to weigh an awful lot to make it an expensive diversion. For a little higher rate you get a beautiful trip over the North Shore and the city, and if there's any thing more glamorous than a float over the countryside at sunset or over the twinkling night lights of the city, I'll eat every word I've written. And there have been many words without any about the new models you might buy for yourself without any more strain on the purse than the strain of a new car. The Autogiro, for instance, which is the amateur's joy, rising straight into the air and descending anywhere, coasting and floating at low speed so that you couldn't possibly break a rib even if you ran out of gas a thousand feet up. The Curtiss- Wright Junior, an attrac tive little two-seater which costs less than fifteen hundred dollars and is that easy to control. This too needs just a patch of land and take-off -space; almost any country estate with a siz able free plot takes it on nicely. But these are other stories; I am ordered to earth while there is still a column of space on which to land. Head Housekeeper has a remarkable memory! And a most remarkable file of records. Records of all the little pet likes and dislikes ex pressed by our guests. Suppose, for instance, you happen to tell your spouse at dinner that you just love sky-blue pink lampshades. With all due respects to Hubby, he probably won't write feverishly on His cuff: "Wife likes sky- blue pink lampshades." Whereas, if we should happen to overhear you, we un doubtedly would do just that. And the next time you visited us, Madam, there'd be nothing but sky-blue pink lamp shades in your room — even if our housekeeping department had to make them especially for you. 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