June 20, 1931 Price 15 Cert £\n ^Active Sports Qostume from Martha Weathered Exclusive Styles ^Distinctive ^Weaves TI4ECUICAG0AN l an old *b hop "a ne ir Address Bluttfs-Vociue 630 South Michigan Auenue utnmer y^yoilechon New Clothes of high distinction — Blum s -Vogue original designs and trench importations. Also complete ready-to-wear collections lor active and spectator oportswear and new not weather lasnions lor roof garden dining, smart clubs and summer opera. Free Parking Privileges Provided z TI4E CHICAGOAN THEATKE zJkfusica/ -?FINE AND DAHDT— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Joe Cook, and you know how funny he is, in a musical comedy that's made for him. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.85; Satur day, $4.40. Matinees, $2.50. *MEET MT SISTER — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. A very nice show with nice tunes, nice comedy and nice dancing. Bettina Hal! is in it. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. 'Drama •?STEPPING SISTERS— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Three one-time burlesque queens hold a reunion after two decades' separation. Blanche Ring, Grace Huff and Helen Raymond head the cast. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. ?APRON STRINGS— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Comedy about the troubles of a young wife whose husband's life is run by posthumous let ters of his fond mother. Jefferson De An- gelis heads the cast. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. ?THE RAP— Studebaker, 418 S. Michigan. Harrison 2790. Mystery melodrama showing up the judge-thug tie-up based on recent crime surveys. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Reviewed in this issue. CINEMA (Later reviews on page 24) The Secret Six: A gaudy guess as to the whys and wherefores of the local situa tion. [Forget it.] The Finger Points: A gaudy guess as to who shot Lingle and why. [Your own guess is as good.] Svengali: Trilby retitled for John Barry- more. [If you care for more of it all.] Bachelor Apartments: Lowell Sherman's current lesson in the gentlemanly art of being no gentleman. [Scan it.] Daybreak: Ramon Novarro shows Lowell Sherman how it's done on the Continent. [Look.] "THE CHICAGOAN" PRESENTS- Administration Building, by Clayton Rawson Cover design Current Entertainment Page 2 Sport Dial 3 The Music and the Lights 4 Editorial 7 Turf and Nonsense, by Milton S. Mayer 9 La Salle Street, by Henry C Jordan 10 Chicagoana, Conducted by Donald Plant 11 Donovan's Kid, by Sandor 15 Wood Carvings, by Tud Kempf 16 Cassocks in All Keys, by Robert Polla\ 17 Rice and Juniper, by Charlotte Reynolds 18 When "Whoopee" Was a War Cry, by Wallace Rice 19 Smoke From the Camp Fire., by Lucia Lewis 20 The Stage, by William C. Boyden 23 Cinema, by William R. Weaver 24 Music, by Robert Polla\ 26 Books, by Susan Wilbur 28 Beauty, by Marcia Vaughn 31 Shops About Town, by The Chi- cagoenne 32 Dance, by Mar\ Turbyfill 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 32. Six Cylinder Love: Spencer Tracy and Sidney Fox instruct in home economics under Volstead. [Perhaps.] Young Sinners: Dorothy Jordan, Hardie Albright and Thomas Meighan absolve the children and pan the parents. [De pending on your generation.] Dude Ranch: Jack Oakie enacts an actor. [See all Oakie pictures.) The Millionaire: George Arliss makes much of almost nothing at all. [Go, of course.] Ladies' Man: William Powell as just a gigolo. [Possibly.] The Prodigal: Lawrence Tibbett's voice surrounded by large portions of dear old Dixie. [Listen.] Iron Man: Lew Ayres in the best recent fight picture. [Pretty warm for it.] Indiscreet: Aye, Gloria, very. [No.] The Tarnished Lady: Meet Talulla Bank- head. [Yes.] Shipmates: Robert Montgomery goes to sea. [You needn't.] Gun Smoke: East meets West and they shoot it out along those lines until no one's left but the camera man. [Let 'em.] Kick In: One of Clara Bow's all right pictures. [Attend.] The Front Page: Donald Plant has seen it five times. [See it once, anyway.] Little Caesar: The gangster picture that gives the citizen a break. [If you can stand only one gangplay, this is it.] Honor Among Lovers: Claudette Golbert and Fredric March are always good. [Sit in.] EXHIBITION Hotel Knickerbocker -Woodblocks by Emilc J. Grumicaux, lithographs by I. Tver Rose, Silbcrmann's exhibition of Old Dutch, English and French masters. Open from 10 a. m. until 10 p. m. RIVER TAXI CHRIS CRAFT WATER TRANSIT, INC.— 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. TABLES L u nch eon — 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. [continued on page four] The Chicagoan — Martin Quigley, Puhlisiier and Editor; W. R. Weaver, Managing Editor; published fortnightly by the Chicagoan Publish ing Co., 407 South Dearborn St., Chicago, 111. New York Office: 1790 Broadway. U>s Angeles Office: Pacific States Life Bldg., Pacific Coast Office: Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Building, Los Angeles; Russ Building, San Francisco. Subscription $3.(10 annually; single copy l.Sc. Vol. XI, No. 7 — June 20, 1931. Copyright 1931. Entered as second class matter March 2?, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. TWE CHICAGOAN 3 £r m BASEBALL Chicago Cubs and Boston, Wrigley Field, 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 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. C. D. G. A. Junior Medal event, Calumet Country Club, June 29. C. D. G. A. Handicap event, Mission Hills, Country Club, June 30. Fourth Annual North Shore Open, Sunset Valley Country Club, July 6. Women's Western Junior Championship, La Grange Country Club, July 7-10. 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. Arlington Classic, Arlington Park, July 18. HORSE SHOWS Onwentsia Country Club, June 19-20. POLO Leona Farms; games Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays; tournaments, July 14-23. Oak Brook Polo Club; games every Sunday throughout the summer. REGATTAS Intercollegiate Association Regatta, Hudson River, Poughkeepsie, New York, June 17. Eastern Intercollegiate Outboard Regatta, Skaneate'.es 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. All England Championship, Wimbledon, June 22-July 4. State Open Tournament, Greenbrier Golf and Tennis Club, White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia, July 20. Western Championship, River Forest Tennis Club, June 15. North Shore Closed Championship, Evanston, July 27. Illinois State Championship, Chicago Town and Tennis Club, July 6. 4 THE CHICAGOAN CHEZ LOUIS— 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. M. Louis Steffen's new restaurant and his old Opera Club and Ciro's chefs and staff. Luncheon, $1.00; dinner, $2.00; supper, a la carte. CAFE LOUISIANE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. The fine art of Creole cooking is here practiced under the eye of M. Gaston Alciatore. One ought to tele phone first. L'AIGLON— 22 E. Ontario. Delaware 1909. French catering and handsomely served. There are private dining rooms. HENRICI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dear born 1800. For sixty-three years its fame for choice foods has been main tained. MAISONETTE RUSSE— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Superior Rus sian-European cuisine and a string trio. JULIEH'S— 1009 Rush. Delaware 0040. 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. Superior 1184. Something of a show place and more to feminine than masculine taste. 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 3688. Swedish menu and what smorgasbord. Well worth your inspec tion. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harri son 1060. A popular luncheon choice well served and extremely well attended. RICKETTS— 2727 N. Clark. Diversey 2322. The home of the strawberry waffle and the late club sandwich. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Dela ware 3942. Known these many years for wonderful Teutonic victuals and Continental quiet. HARDING'S COLOKIAL ROOM— 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Well prepared foods; efficient and popular. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michigan. Delaware 1187. Catering that makes you feel at home in the world of cake and conversation. HUYLER'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. TAHKEE DOODLE INN— 1 171 E. 55th. Fairfax 1776. Early American prices, foodstuffs and atmosphere and the Uni versity crowd. iMorning — 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 gay, usually young crowd. Verne Buck and his orchestra play. A la carte serv ice. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Satur day, $2. 5"G;, Peter Ferris is headwaiter. [listings begin on page two] Table d'hote dinner in the Italian Room, $2.00. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michigan. Wabash 4400. A tremendous establish ment and very lively. Harry Kcllcy 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. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Con gress. Harrison 3800. Art Kahn and his orchestra play in the Pompciian 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; Cart- mann in charge. Chicago Room, dinner, $1.50 and Horrmann is there. 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. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL — 163 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. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 block, Sheridan Road. Longbcach 6000. Paul Whiteman and his thirty piece orchestra play in the Marine Dining Room. No cover charge for dinner guests; after dinner guests, $1.00 week nights, $1.50 Saturdays; for dinner guests Saturdays, $1.00. Dinners, $2.00 and $2.50; Saturdays, $2.50. HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Bobby Meeker and his orchestra at College Inn. Mauric 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. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive Plaza 1000. The splen did Shorcland 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 cusine 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. Dusk Till Dawn VILLA VENICE— Milwaukee Ave. at Des Plaincs River. Wheeling 8. Crooning gondoliers, gondolas, fine foods, a swell - revue and a good orchestra. Cover charge, after ten, $2.00. Dinners, $3.50 and $4.00. M. Bouche in charge. LINCOLN TAVERN— Dempster Road at Morton Grove. Morton Grove 1919. Lively entertainment with Earl Burtnett and his band providing the music. Din' ncrs $2.00, $2.50 and $3.00. No cover charge. 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 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charles Kalcy 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. CLUB AMBASSADEUR— 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. Clarence Moore and his orchestra arc there to play for you and for the floor show. And there is a popu lar after-theatre menu. No cover charge. COLOSIMO'S— 2128 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. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Abe Lyman and his orchestra play grand music and there's a floor show. No cover charge. Billy Leather is head waiter. CLUB ALAHAM— 747 Rush. Delaware 0808. 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. 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 McKclvcy is host. TERRACE GARDENS— Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 9600. Charlie Agnew and his outfit play and there's the famous Morrison kitchen to prepare your food. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. 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. TME CHICAGOAN 5 A WOMAN used to have three . choices: she could spend the summer days indoors, she could ven ture forth beneath parasols, veils and a mask ot lace cream, or she could go right out and have some fun — at the price ol a painlul sunburn and a badly coarsened skin. But that s all a thing of the past! X or now there is a pleas ant, comfortable way to enjoy summer sunlight without burning. .Dorothy Gray has perfected a creamy, delicately scented liquid called iJunburn Cream, which prevents sun burn by absorbing the burning part ol tne ultra-violet ray. Y ou simply apply ounburn Cream to all exposed parts ol I93I, I). G. DOROTHY GRAY 900 N. Michigan Avenue • Chicago Telephone WHItehall 5421 Pans New York Los Angeles San Francisco YVashington Atlantic City your skin, and then go out and enjoy ill. The sun won t burn you, and yoursel 1't feel ol the 1J1 you won t leel conscious burn Cream. — it is not sticky nor will it spoil the clothes it touches. Unlike a garment or a thick cream, ounburn Cream does not shut oil all the sun; rather it filters out the burn while letting the beneficial sunlight reach your skin. It is ideal lor children . — while our spies lnlorm us that the smart blue and white .Dorothy Gray bottle (bow removed) is frequently seen in scornfully masculine locker rooms. You 11 find /Sunburn Cream at the Dorothy Cray Oalon and at lead ing shops everywhere. $2.00. 6 TME CHICAGOAN fwmpany a 70/1 The 2 in 1 combination is a charming solution to the t mall- space problem of modern apartments and summer homes. This is, plain to see, a Double Purpose Room, but it is spared in every case the discomfort of quick change furniture. The Living Room is complete even to a fireplace and the Dining Room alone has a capacity of eight! The decorative scheme treats each section as a unit and yet the one complements the other to the beauty of the whole. This Room, on our Second Floor, is one of the Rooms designed by the Studio of Good Housekeeping Magazine and reproduced as a special monthly feature exclusive in Chicago at the John M. Smyth Store. Small Sofa, $159; Chintz Chairs, each $47; Cricket, $1.95; Beechwood Draw-top Table, $88; Welsh Dresser, $110; Armchairs, rush seats, each $30; Side Chairs, rush seats, each $24. FREE at this Store. An attend ant will take it and return it to you when you leave. TA*/ QsJtR FREE from any point in the Loop, any Loop 1j Station or the Northwestern R. R. Station. OPEN EVERY MONDAY AND SATURDAY EVENING UNTIL 10 P. M, CI4ICAG0AN With the Dessert I 'HE Town is gaining ground, unmistakably. Ambassa- * dor Charles G. Dawes has assured us that the Century ol Progress Exposition will be celebrated on schedule and prepaid. Mr. Alphonse Capone has surrendered, technical ly at least, and appears to have decided that a season in Leavenworth is not without allurements at a time when ex- tensive payrolls are not numbered among the boasted evidences of affluence. There is a healthy ring to Acting Commissioner Alcock's succinct announcement of a local "Scotland Yard" to function in the British manner, or as nearly so as may be possible without the aid of British jour- nalistic ethics, and substantial publicity value is not the least virtue of construction begun on the bridge linking Lake Shore and Lief Eriksen Drives. Something like this was being agreed to by a somewhat select company, the matter of the Town's reputation having come to the conversational foreground as it inevitably must when notables from otherwheres are present, as a smart party neared its well bred Blackstone finale. An especially zealous defender of the cause, expanding under impeccable culinary attention, was warming grandly to his theme when the dessert course, set down by servitors stern in the tradi tion of their forebears, turned out to be nothing less con founding than ice cream adroitly formed into all but sibling likenesses of the bombs so convincingly denied all evening. Someone mentioned Ripley and the conversation leaped lightly to Russia, where it dwelt determinedly until adieus. Table Ahoy IN not wholly unrelated vein, it may be remarked that if a city, like an army, marches on its stomach, then Mr. John Drury 's new book, Dining In Chicago, rates a resolu tion of approval by the Chicago Association of Commerce. The current Drury work is to epicures, resident or transient, what his Chicago In Seven Days was, and in revised form still is, to the eye-hungry sojourner in these parts and the native intent on knowing his habitat. And it is, quite aside from its civic, service and social merits, a literary composi tion of no mean calibre. Mr. Drury, like how many other young men schooled in Mr. Henry Justin Smith's rigorous local room of The Chi cago Daily K[ews, knows his nouns, his pronouns and his adjectives, not to say verbs, and cherishes a wholesome re gard for superlatives. His Baedeker of the Town's distinc tive tables is commended to your attention as perhaps the most reliable guide back to the serenity that seemed so casual before Wall Street developed dyspepsia. We've eaten our way through the first seventeen pages and we haven't sold America short since week before last. Lafayette, Are You There? FAR, far be it from us to fare forth in defense of any one so eminently capable of looking after herself as Miss Texas Guinan. We gave the little girl a great big hand during her memorable holiday in our provincial midst and we'd do it again. She's tonic to Big Towns, not in variably easy to take but definitely stimulative. That's why we can't suppress a curiosity as to the motive prompting La Belle France, festive hostess in times past to front page Americans ranging, left to right over a broad arc, from Peggy Hopkins Joyce to Jack Johnson, in saying nay to Miss Guinan while Mr. William Randolph Hearst's stinging re ply to a similar negative still echoes up and down the Champs Elysees. It can't be disdain for American dollars, of which Miss Guinan doubtlessly would have attracted a substantial num ber, and we can't bring ourselves to credit the absurd rep resentations made about protecting local talent ... see Maurice Chevalier in The Smiling Lieutenant. It must be a publicity stunt, the old story of the new administration sweeping clean, and if this be the case we are sorry. Pros pects of Paris, not the Argonne, made embarkation gay for a handsome proportion of the two million lads who squared matters with LaFayette in '17. Tex, herself, couldn't enlist a corporal's guard this week-end. She'd try, though. Not in Mournful Numbers ALAS, poor Lindy. No, we didn't know him well. . For that matter, he isn't dead. That is, there has been no fatal crash, no nine-column obituary, no cross-coun try endurance mourning and no funeral. But these are mere details. Air-minded as we are, and only Gail Borden is more so, we can't help feeling sorry for an apparently quite nice young fellow whose business in life it is to exemplify the self-evident and statistically demonstrable safety of air transportation by taking to the air, and bringing the wife, every time a falling plane happens to snuff out a life of news importance. It's hardly an enviable responsibility, a job that makes it practically impossible to set a golf date for the day after tomorrow, and consider what it must do to the Missus' household routine . . . yes, and look ahead to the time when it will begin to cut in on Junior's schooling. Edward Windsor's a gentleman of leisure comparatively. But each to his liking, of course. If Mr. Lindbergh didn't want to let himself in for this sort of thing, he shouldn't have been so smart about flying off there alone to Le Bourget. And if Mrs. Lindbergh hadn't wanted to be dragged unceremoniously off to far places just as the Dahlias were getting ready to bloom and the new maid had skipped with the Fuller Brush man, she should have had Fawther find her a sound, serviceable Congressman and made sure of her ground. No, we haven't any advice to give the Lindberghs. They knew what they were doing. But we do think a bit of ad vice, which anyone else could give as well as we, might not be wasted on the aviation interests at large. This would be to the effect that it isn't notoriously good judgment to put all one's eggs in one basket and Lindy has carried rather more than a reasonable share. If something did go wrong on one of these trips — mind you now, we say if — all the king's horses and all the king's men might discover that their experience with the fabled Humpty Dumpty was mere sig nal practice. TUECW SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO Our Summer Sandal . . . The light, cool feeling of its cut-out vamp . . like a child's bare foot sandal . . the graceful look of its Grecian lines . . cut low on the foot . . and the importance of its colour variation . . make this our favorite Summer Sandal . . for day or evening. The Leonides ..in flowered yellow crepe, or in white, black and white, beige or yellow Poinciana Cloth . 15.50 SECOND FLOOR "North Michigan at Chestnut" 9 TURF AND NONSENSE The Decline and Fall of the Horse By MILTON S. MAYER TWE CHICAGOAN I AM glad to see Mrs. Payne Whit ney's horse, named Twenty Grand, doing so well by the ashes of its fathers and the temples of its gods and, inci dentally, by Mrs. Payne Whitney. I take this stand not because I am a turf lover but because Mrs. Whitney is a rich lady and I like to see the rich get richer and the poor get poorer — if not actually children. And there is nothing perverse about this tenet. True, it comes from the typewriter of a poor man, and the poor, who constitute the lower element in the social fabric, are always suspected of being maliciously envious of the rich. Not so in this case; I have been watching the rich since the stock market crash, and they have their troubles, God knows. Why begrudge them their banks, their chew ing gum foundries, and their soap fac tories? Why should we who have nothing begrudge them their deficits? Mrs. Payne Whitney is especially rich and I understand that her holdings in one thing and another would knock your eye out. If this is the case — and it is unless Mrs. Whitney speculated heavily in wildcat stocks like U. S. Steel— the $50,000 that Twenty Grand won in the Kentucky Derby a few weeks back means no more to Mrs. Whitney than a quarter does to you, or a nickel to me, and there is no good reason for grousing when an honest woman wins a quarter, or a nickel, on a horse race. It might be noted, while we are on the subject, that Mrs. Whitney is an aristocrat, removed probably fifteen or twenty generations from those early Whitneys who worked with their hands and drank their pint of sour beer for lunch and consequently "Twenty Grand" does not mean "twenty thou sand" but twenty something else. "Grand" may mean "thousand" to you, but, like "thousand," it means nothing to an aristocrat. Twenty Grand will be ladled into one of Mrs. Whitney's private horse cars any day now and railroaded in the direction of the uncivilized Middle West, with a view to running and win ning the American Derby at Washing ton Park late this month and the Arlington Classic at Arlington Park in July. He is already being smoked up as the "all-time" wonder horse by the $2 -window turf fans, who are rabid in much the same way as the devotees of other sports. THE sports follower is a great one for idolizing. Just as the eye of the old prize-fight fan lights up with a holy light and his breath comes in gasps when the name of John L. Sullivan is mentioned, so the baseball fan at the name of Ty Cobb, the football fan at the name of "Red" Grange, and the golf fan at the name of Bobby Jones. "All-time" horses are not so easy to find, mostly because horse racing is not a highly predictable business, as the pari-mutuel investor finds out. Ken tucky Derbies for instance, are never "thrown," as world's series and world championship prise fights have been known to be. The horses, like the French, consti tute a funny race; they are wilful and can not be approached by the promot ers, and they have, unlike, say, the prize-fighter, minds of their own. We have with us the case of St. James sire of the great Jamestown. St. James was the fastest horse that ever lived, but he could never be bullied into prov ing it in a stake race and his winnings were negligible. Blue Larkspur, the greatest 2-year-old of 1928, disappoint ed all turfdom in the Kentucky Derby of 1929, and Gallant Fox, the leading money-winner of all time, was beaten by Jim Dandy, a 100-1 shot, in the important Travers Stake at Saratoga last year. IT is my own opinion, and I am wel come to it, that the horse is con scious and resentful of the fact that it has stumbled and fallen on evil days. The horse, as such and in its pristine state, is an A-l beast and has been rid den hither and yon, and hither again, by the leaders of every race and every aeon — it appears in literature as far back as William ("Billy the Kid") Shakespeare and Gen. William Tecum- seh ("Willie Doody") Sherman. Far ther back than that, I venture. But as an accessory of the modern pari-mutuel machine at the race tracks the horse exists no longer as one of God's proud est creatures but by permission of the copyright owners. I am not here, friends, to eulogize the horse. (What am I here for, any way?) But I do belong to that select school of thought which cherishes the opinion that most of the turf lovers in this country are speculators primarily, and while they would rather get a horse race than a ticker tape for their money the principle of the thing is to speculate and accumulate. I do not believe that it is an exaggeration to say that ninety per cent of the people who attended the race tracks would not know a stark naked horse from Adam. Well, maybe they would know it from Adam, but you understand what I mean. I have heard no end of losers sing the same dirge: "A lot of mules line up about a mile and a half away on the other side of the grandstand, somebody yells They're off,' and be fore you can say Swiss Ramily Robin son the confounded race is over. What kind of a racket is that, hey? I ask you?" I'll tell you what kind of a racket it is. It's the kind of a racket you can take your wife — anybody's wife — and the kiddies to and fill your sooty system with an afternoon's worth of sunshine, fresh air, and good clean fun. And if the sporting element has reduced the glorious pastime of horse racing to the vulgar level of the stock market, the fact remains that someone wins some thing on a horse race some time, while on the stock market — but you already know what kind of a racket that is. 10 TI4£ CHICAGOAN LaSALLE STREET SUNSET Ceres somberly surveys LaSalle street as slanting rays of yet another day in the pit are caught by Henry C. Jordan, who stoutly denies intentional significance, laying a last fond glow athwart the sturdy ramparts of a grateful Board of Trade. TME CHICAGOAN CHICAGOANA Arlington Park, Bandit -Shooting and Other Things BY this time you have probably seen the programme book for the third meeting of the Arlington Park Jockey Club at Arlington Park, which will begin June 29 and continue for thirty days through August 1. The meeting will be characterized by a purse distribution of between $725,000 and $750,000. The important feature of this book is the date schedule for the stakes it presents and just in case you haven't seen it here are the Arlington features in the order in which they will be run. Monday, June 29 — Inaugural handi cap, 3 year olds and up, 7 furlongs, $5,000 added, gross value about $10,- 000; Wednesday, July 1— Hyde Park, 2 year old colts and geldings, five fur longs and a half, $10,000 added, gross value about $15,000; Saturday, July 4 — Stars and Stripes handicap, 3 year olds and up, mile and a furlong, $20,- 000 added, gross value about $^30,000; Wednesday, July 8 — Lassie, 2 year old fillies, five furlongs and a half, $10,000 added, gross value about $17,000; Sat urday, July 11 — Oaks, 3 year old fillies, one mile and a furlong, $15,000 added, gross value about $22,000; Wednesday, July 15 — North Shore steeplechase handicap, 4 year olds and up, $5,000 added, gross value about $8,000; Saturday, July 18— Classic, 3 year olds, mile and a quarter, $70,000 added, gross value about $95,000; Wednesday, July 22 — Matron handi cap, mares 3 years old and up, $10,000 added, gross value about $15,000; Saturday, July 25 — Arlington Cup, 3 year olds and up weight for age, $20,- 000 added, gross value about $30,000; Wednesday, July 29 — Lake Forest steeplechase handicap, 4 year olds and up, two miles and a half, $5,000 added, gross value about $8,000; Sat urday, August 1 — Arlington handicap, 3 year olds and up, mile and a quar ter, $25,000 added, gross value about $40,000; also, Post and Paddock stakes, 2 year olds of all kinds, six furlongs, $25,000 added, gross value about $45,000. Now add them up. fixer IT was at a party at a Riverside home and everyone was having a grand time when a friend of the host's Conducted By DONALD PLANT called during the early part of the evening. He had just received a ticket, he said, for parking without lights. He knew the host was well- known to all of the town officials and he wanted him to call someone and get it all fixed up so that he wouldn't Another escutcheon of Sandor's Modern Heraldry series. have to appear in court. The host was feeling swell at the time and said sure, he'd get it fixed right away. He hung up and immediately called the Chief of Police. "Hello, Chief," he said. "How are you? This is Burke talking. We're having a swell party at my house. Wish you could come over. Say, Chief, I gotta friend ..." "Oh, yeah?" replied the Chief. "What Burke is this talking?" "J. H. Burke," said the fixer. "Yeah," said the Chief. "J. H. Burke, huh? That's fine. We've got a warrant for you for not having a municipal auto license. .Glad to know you're at home. I'll send someone right over to serve it." And he did. Qarden Activities ASK a house and garden enthusiast . how his crops are coming along and he'll tell you all about them — how tall the onions are, where he planted the asparagus this year and what swell Dahlias his wife is mothering. The other day we asked a seasoned horticulturist about his vegetable cul tivating operations. He told us. Then he concluded his paean in praise of practically everything in the vegetable kingdom (including broccoli) with, we thought, a truism that summed up the whole gardening situation, at least as far as we are concerned. "The amateur gardener," he said, "need never be at a loss for something to do in his garden plot. On one of these milder, brighter days that presage the coming-to-life of his planted wards it is a good plan to take a three- pronged fork and lightly stir the gardener." Two Day Events AS if things were not already diffi- l cult enough for some of the "easy money" boys, the word is going around that boards of directors of the various golf clubs of the town and country-side are planning to take extra precautions this year to give a wider and more equitable distribution to the prizes and trophies hung up for the several events at their special tournaments. For years practically every private golf club in the metropolitan area has had at least one big two-day tourna ment during which hundreds, and in some cases thousands of dollars worth of prizes were distributed. Many clubs have two, and a few three events of this sort during the season. In these invitation tournaments the finest sets of clubs money can buy, sil verware, cups, wrist watches, grand father clocks, furniture, luggage, leather goods and hundreds of other items are lavished on individuals and foursomes turning in the lowest scores, gross and net. Over a period of years the impres sion has become general among the or dinary run of golfers whose entry fees make these events possible that a com paratively small group of players are getting most of the prizes. They troop from club to club, taking in as many events as they can during a season, and in— \riably turning in winning cards. This year a few of the clubs intend to make only their own members eligi ble for the most costly prizes. Others have worked out different solutions to 12 TUE CHICAGOAN the problem. Anyway, this year, the drifting low-handicap golfers will not find prize winning so easy as it has been in the past. Another annoying problem of these two-day events has, however, not been solved. Almost no field day party is complete without the locker room dice game. Here again a few individuals seem always to appear, regardless of where the event is held, and win heavily and consistently. But about this the general opinion is that if you shoot craps with strangers, it's just too bad, that's all. Local Bookmen HERE'S something you never (at least we never) knew till now. And then, as the saying goes, perhaps you knew it all the time. The only book publishing company in the middle west, of any importance anyway, is here in Chicago — the Thomas S. Rockwell publishing house. For several years they have been pub lishing books for children; books that are sold at book stores. Recently they branched out into the adult field. Most of their new offer ings are in the non-fiction class, but straight fiction will come later. The first novel to be published by them will appear in late September. It is La\e- front, by Ruth Russel, which will be, just what you might think it would be, a story with Chicago's Lakcfront as its locale. Printed Page AN editorial make-up man on u b newspaper told us about an amus ing experience he had had. He hangs out in the composing room of his paper, and has for years. Of course he reads the type in its slug form as readily as he reads the printed impressions of it. He can read either the type or the im pression backward, forward, rightside up, up side down and probably several other ways. And he abhors people who read his paper over his shoulder when he is train riding. The other morning on the train a man sitting next to him was doing that. Our make-up man was absorbed in the article he was reading, but final ly became aware of his neighbor's craned neck. He calmly turned his pa per upside down and continued read ing the article he had started, much to the consternation of the shoulder- reader beside him. Toutisms THE other day The Daily T^ews carried a revelatory story about the machinations of a gang of profes sional touts and tipsters who have been coining money at Washington Park 0 .. "But are our tastes just alike, Douglas f with their trick systems and "sure thing" propositions. The denouement of the current race track rackets lias brought us the story of "Dirty Shirt" Ellis who had a tip ping system of his own a year or two ago. It worked in a grand fashion for some time, but eventually, of course, his customers got wise to it. "Dirty Shirt" had several office buildings lined up. He'd work ten or twelve offices in each building. He had built up for himself a pretty good reputation as a picker and had de veloped quite a clientele. His proposi tion was: a cut on the winnings of a customer when the tips he gave him got in the money. With the number of buildings he worked and the num ber of customers he had, he made a tidy sum each racing day. And here's why. He gave each customer a different horse and usually managed to give out every horse in every race; at least he gave out all the horses that had any kind of a chance. With every possible money-horse covered by a customer somebody was always bound to win on "Dirty Shirt's" tip and was pretty happy about it. "Dirty Shirt" was re warded and that customer's confidence in the Ellis system of picking them was increased. Eventually it would all come out. Ellis' customers in the same office would get together and compare tips and discover the system of different tips for each of them. Then "Dirty Shirt" would move on to other build ings and drum up a new clientele. foreign Newspapers THERE are published in Chicago, aside from the six English-printed dailies some of which you probably read, sixty-three newspapers, most of which are printed in foreign type. The colored papers, the Whip, the Defend er and the World are, of course, print ed in English. There are seven Jewish newspapers: the Chronicle, the Daily Press the Daily Forward, the Record, the Daily Freiheit and the Israelite. Then there are the Abendpost, the Sonntagpost, the Chicagoer Tageblatt, the Deutsch- Ameri\anische Buerger- Zeitung, The Heimatbote, Illinois Staats Herold and Katholisches Woch- cnblatt (German to you). After all those classifications you'll have to sort out the rest yourself. They are: Alliance Daily 6? Weekly Zgoda, Gree\ Daily T^ews, Chinese Daily J^eivs, Hungarian Daily J^epszava, TUE CHICAGOAN 13 Italian Daily K[ews, Lithuanian Daily News, Polish Daily News, Narod Bo hemian Daily, Rovnost Ludu Slova\ Daily K[ews, Slova\ Daily T^ews, Bo hemian Daily Denni Hlasatel, Daily Spravedlnost, Daily Svornost, the Ameri\ai Magyar J^epszava, Dans\ Tidende, Den Dans\e Pioneer, Hvrat- s\a Crotian Weekly, Hrvats\i Glasni\, Croatian Herald, Dzienni\ Zjednoc- zenia, Dzienni\ Zwiaz\owy Zgoda, Gazeta Pols\a, The Gree\ Star, Gree\ Gospel Trumpet, II Nuovo Mondo Italian Daily, Irish Republic Newspa per, Vita 7-luova, Tribuna Italiana, Lithuanian Weekly Sandara, Margutis Lithuanian Monthly, Naujienos, Ott- hon Hungarian, N0vi Svijet Croatian Weekly, Pols\ie Biuro Zagraniczne, S v e n s\a Ameri\anaren, Standaret Svens\a, Svens\a Tribunen Nyheter, Slova\ Parish News, Russian Review, Russian Monthly Moscow Magazine, "Prosveta' Slovene Daily, SaloniJ{i Gree\ J^ews, Scandia Norwegian Dan ish 'Weekly and the S\andinaven- Wee\ly. Maybe there are a few we've missed, but you can't possibly care about any more. ^.Add Listings SUCH a list of names as that above may drive you mad, but think of the effect it must have upon the lino type operator. Yet here is another list of names, one, however, that might be really helpful to somebody. For some time we have felt that bootleggers must be running low on true Scottish names for new labels for their products called Scotch. Here with we submit a few authentic Scot- ish names which anyone may use with out the asking: Kirkcudbright, Auch- mithie, Fettercairn, Loch Doon, Car noustie, Kilmarnock, Culloden Moor, Dunfermline, Tibbie Shiels, Old Mel- drum (there's really a dandy name for a brand of Scotch), Dalbeattie, Strath- peffer, Drummore, Auchmull, Arbro ath, Falkirk, Kinlochleven, Kincardine, Kirkmichael, Dornoch, Ballachulish, Monzie, Linlithgow, Dumfries, Eccle- fechan, Ben Chonzie, Ballindalloch, Blairgowrie, Kirriemuir, Achnashell- ach, Achnashen, Crossmichael, Kil- donan, Airdrie and Glengarnoek. May be you'll be buying some soon. Shops About Town A YOUNG woman entered a South- ¦ side butcher shop with two Dober- man Pinschers on leash. Both dogs 'Pipe dozen, sister. That's a hell of a u-ay to talk before a refined mare.' large, even for their breed, each weigh ing probably fifty or sixty pounds. They had been, obviously, very well trained (and Pinschers have naturally nice manners) and stood quietly at at tention without sniffing, and they were in a butcher shop, too, remember. The weight of their mistress, though it really doesn't matter, was little more than the combined weights of the Pinschers. But this isn't going to be a riddle. The young woman, when her turn came to be waited on, gave her order to the butcher. It was: "One half pound of sliced summer sausage, one half pound of cold boiled ham, six pounds of hamburger and eight cans of Kennel Ration." AND recently another shopper, a , gentleman seeking a shave, hair cut and scalp treatment, was sitting in a barber shop awaiting his turn. It was the day before Memorial Day and the shop was crowded. The gentleman's turn came, at least he thought that, but another man, a friend of the barber's got in the chair. The gentleman said nothing, and continued his wait. The same thing happened again. The gen tleman arose and walked to the door. "Sorry, I can't wait any longer," he said to the head barber. "I'm going down to the new Old Fort Dearborn and maybe I can get a scalp treatment there. They used to be specialists in that line some time ago." And that's the first gag about the new Old Fort Dearborn that we've heard. Sports Equipment OUR eastern informer tells us of two new German sporting inven tions that ought to be amusing. One is the "swing ball." It's fiendishly wearing on the participants, he says, and a workout with one, is equal to an hour of squash, two rounds of fast box ing, three fencing bouts and a couple of games of handball all tossed in the same hat. It is sort of a small medicine ball swung between two rubber ropes of great elasticity with handles at each end for the players to grasp. There's quite a trick to it, too. Each player 14 THE CHICAGOAN "Well, Congressman Donahue certainly double-crossed us this time." tries to touch his opponent with the ball, rather in the manner that a child throws his rubber ball, with a rubber band attached to it, at a playmate. There is much lunging, as in epee de combat fencing, and much grunting, groaning, leaping and dodging. It of fers strenuous exercise. The other German idea of a lot of fun (and this probably is) is, "jump ing balloons." These are two small bal loons, filled with helium or some other lighter-than-air gas, that are attached to a belt which straps around the jump- ing-balloonist under his arms. There is just enough gas in the balloons to lift a person off the ground. One can jump several times higher than an in tercollegiate highjumper with ease, and walking across country is a pleasure. It is said, too, that with these balloons it is fairly easy to go over small houses, and when gliding off hills the balloonist drops much slower than he would if he were in a parachute. It sounds swell; maybe you'll be seeing them in newsreels soon, or in actuality. Shots About Town SOME time ago you read an item in these pages about Frank Albers, the slender, blonde young man with the engaging smile and courtly man ners who, for several years, has been conducting diners to their tables at L'Aiglon on the Northside. Frank is a German war veteran and went through the full five years of active service without a scratch. He was champion rifle marksman in the German army, as well as title-holder in Marathon running. He has been, too, quite a bicycle racer. A few years ago another German while dining at L'Aiglon was display ing his medals and telling about his prowess at running various distances. Frank told him he'd be glad to take him on. After his evening's work, with just two hour's sleep, Frank met his countryman in Lincoln Park at dawn and sprinted away from him with ease. Another time a well-known French bicycle racer was a guest at L'Aiglon and he compared notes with Frank. They decided to show their speed. Again at dawn they started from Lin coln Park on bicycles, escorted by a squadron of automobiles carrying friends of both riders and a crowd of L'Aiglon guests who stayed to cheer for Frank. On his way back from Evanston, the selected turn of the race, Frank passed his French opponent, who was still northward-bound, at the Edgewater Beach Hotel. In our previous write-up of these events we said, "We wait expectantly for the next reel. THE next reel was run off a short time ago. You must remember having read of it in the papers. There was a stick-full about it on most of the front pages. We refer to the quartet of hold-up men who pulled the raid on L'Aiglon. The robbers appeared at midnight one Saturday when the place had near ly four hundred guests and the cash register was well-filled. There were four of them in the car that drew up in front of the place. Three gunmen got out and one poked his gun into the ribs of the colored doorman, shoving that frightened fellow ahead of the trio into the restaurant. When they reached the hat check girl they turned the revolver on her and the doorman kept right on going, up the broad flight of stairs to the nxff. There he got be hind a chimney, but did have courage enough to yell for the police. A cab driver in the street below heard his de mand for succor and drove off to give the alarm. The hat check girl, when asked by the gunmen where the money was, nodded mutely toward the room where the cash desk st<x>d and retired quickly to the corner where she cowered till the shooting that was to come was over. The proprietor's brother, Alphonse, was looking into the dining room with his back to the robbers. They poked a gun into his ribs. He thought it was some guest playing a joke and laughing ly raised his arms. A sharp "Keep 'em down" warned him that it was no joke and he kept them down. The intrud ers didn't want anyone in the dining room to get excited and do a lot of screaming, so they kept Alphonse cov- THE CHICAGOAN 15 Jackie Cooper of Skippy and Richard Di.v of Cimarron get together and do some thing different and notable about the gangster theme in Donovan's Kid at the State- Lake. ered and warned everyone to remain perfectly quiet. Everyone did just that. Then the bandits approached the cash register and told the cashier to stick 'em up. FRANK, in the kitchen all this time and unaware of what was taking place in the dining room, was soon warned by one of the waiters who had watched the proceedings from a far corner and had sneaked into the kitchen. He tiptoed downstairs to his studio in the basement and returned with a rifle he uses at times for target prac tice. Peering through a small crack in the door he motioned to the cashier to jump aside. She jumped and as the hold-up man whirled Frank fired and winged him. The man raced into the hall and another member of the trio dashed out of a small dining room and shot it out with Frank. Frank killed him and then discovered he had run out of bullets. He sped down to the basement for more. By the time he had returned the wounded man had gone back to the cash register in a last des perate attempt to get the money. He heard Frank coming and shot at the same instant Frank did. Frank didn't miss and another bandit bit the carpet. The third who was still covering Al phonse and the main dining room gave it up as a lost cause and ran for the waiting car. Taking a final pot-shot at the doorman who was still bawling from the roof the last two raced away. Not a guest moved or screamed. Only one woman fainted. The guests in the private rooms downstairs and Teddy, the owner, in his rooms upstairs, heard the shooting through the loud speaker connections which carry the orchestra's music to all rooms from the main din ing room. Teddy and many of the private room guests called the police. About thirty alarms went in and every squad car on the near Northside ap peared on the scene ten minutes after Frank had killed the pair. HALF an hour after it was all ovei Teddy went into the kitchen and found the colored dishwashers still ly ing flat on the kitchen floor, faces buried in their hands and moaning. One had crawled under the electric dishwasher into a space that was so small that the machine had to be lifted before he could be pulled out. Frank spent the next twelve hours chasing about with the police, looking over suspects and attending the core ner's inquest. At six Sunday evening he was back at his post suavely con ducting guests to their tables and wav ing aside words of praise with a blush. "Oh, it was nothing," he said. "Any one could have done it." When he isn't hunting, fishing, rac ing, cycling or on duty Frank works in his studio in L'Aiglon's basement de veloping the photographs which he is constantly taking with his several cost ly cameras. His photographic studies have been published in a number of photography magazines and he is al ways receiving honorable mentions and prizes in contests. One of his best known pictures, a locomotive puffing into La Salle Street Station, won first prize in a nation-wide camera contest three years ago. And he is still the headwaiter without equal, but the stint from six to two leaves him yearning for more worlds to conquer. HEWN FROM SCRAP The carvings, Mermaid at left and Bride above, arc by Tiui Kempf zvith pocket-knife from scraps of lumber come upon in your backyard or another. Nature's grain supplies inspiration, a blade flashes about its business, and in no time at all an other distinctive zvall piece is on its zvay to this or that smart library or den. THE CHICAGOAN 17 CASSOCKS IN ALL KEYS How Palestrina Came to Wabash Avenue TO choral enthusiasts in New York and Chicago the story of Father Finn has become almost a legend : how, in 1904, St. Mary's, Paulist Church, asked plain Mr. Finn to come here from Washington and build them a choir; how presently, after ordination, Father Finn set about to transcend their orig inal aims by so restoring the art of the boy choir that his kids from Chicago were soon in demand for concerts all over North America and in many Euro pean countries. Fifteen years ago, while on tour with the chorus at Helena, Montana, Father Finn's regular accompanist fell ill. The Father inquired directly for a volunteer pianist from the ranks, and one of the older baritones pushed out a slim, fair-haired quiristcr named Eu gene Francis O'Malley. Fourteen years old, a cassocked boy soprano, Eugene O'Malley stepped into the breach and, for all practical purposes, made his debut. He was then a student at De Paul High School, and he was grinding away at the piano at the same time, working five and six hours a day at the keyboard. Like Schumann he wanted more than anything else to be a virtuoso, and, again like Schumann, he ruined his own chances by a disastrous experi ment. For O'Malley was a boy with a very small hand. He couldn't stretch an octave to save his life. And, as he was too impatient to let his paws grow, he used to walk along the street, a devotee to technique, with a thumb in his mouth, while with his other hand he stretched and yanked at the extend ed little finger. To bystanders he must have come perilously close to one of the older gestures of derision. But they were actually witnessing a tragedy in little, for the future Father O'Malley permanently damaged the joints of both little fingers. One day his piano teacher came out bluntly and told him that he was never going to be another Paderewski. And Father Finn must have sensed the young man's disap pointment, for he put O'Malley to work on the pipe-organ immediately, suggested, in fact, that he become a choir-master. And as the technical exigencies of the church (and movie) instrument were not too great for those By ROBERT POLLAK Father O'Malley doubled joints O'Malley, at the age of seventeen, became an organist-choir master, and shortly afterward assistant to Father Finn. THEN begins what might be described as O'Malley 's Eastern period. In 1918, at the direction of the Paulist superiors Father Finn went to New York to organize a choir and the younger musician went with him. Much like a Notre Dame freshman coach, O'Malley drilled and redrilled the raw recruits in the rehearsal room at St. Paul the Apostle, or coached the callow young soloists before their debuts. Later in the year he struck off a bit for himself to organize at St. Gregory's the Gregorian Choristers. Everybody was very friendly to the slim young conductor struggling for the first time with the complex scores of Palestrina. One parishioner helped by presenting a summer school-camp up near Peekskill, and there was even a moderately grand concert in the ball room of the Waldorf. From the way he tells about it now, musical New York was an exciting place for the Paulist director. He went about starry-eyed to mild studio teas, met the more famous stars of opera and concert at close range, and, from the vantage of a seat high in Carnegie Hall, ah sorbed great gobs of symphonic litera ture. It was a touch of high life that must have meant much to him in his teens. But in a year or so O'Malley made his great decision and to all intents and purposes said goodbye to all that. He calmly announced to his colleagues at 59th and Columbus Avenue that he was going to become a priest. And one day he packed up and left, to enter St. Paul's in Washington as a devout seminarian. IT wasn't long, though, before the muse gave him a seductive, side ways glance and he was immediately off in pursuit. One afternoon on the baseball field he heard a young semi narian shout jubilantly as somebody singled into left field. He swears that he recognized in that one spontaneous yell the peculiar quality out of which good boy counter-tenors are fashioned. A few weeks later he had forty semi narians rehearsing like fury. Around the cheer-leader he built an excellent counter-tenor section. Here and there he picked up voices and modelled them with exquisite care. And not many months later he had his gang doing four part arrangements of Lassus and Palestrina much to the as tonishment of the Superiors. The seminary choir, now a local musical in stitution, was asked all over Washing ton to sing; and the enthusiastic forty, relieved of part of their studies, must have heaped quiet blessings on the head of O'Malley. The labors at St. Gregory's and at the Seminary evidently reverberated strongly in the Catholic world. In 1925, out of a clear sky, the Paulists told O'Malley that if he cared to he might go to Europe to study music where and with whom he pleased. He looks back on the bombshell of that pronunciamento with considerable emo tion. The Paulist Fathers promised him nothing and he had only a vague notion as to what had prompted their offer. Upon his musical education they put not the slightest stricture and they spared no expense to maintain him properly in his wanderings. He says quietly today that he owes everything to the generosity of the Paulists. HIS grand tour took him all over Europe. As the last private pu pil of the aged Dom Mocquerau of Solesmes, he sat at the feet of the world's greatest authority on Gregorian 18 THE CHICAGOAN chant. At Oxford he studied hard with Sir Richard Terry, a musical ex plorer who has brought to light, almost single-handed, the glorious ecclesiastical music of Tudor England, the sacred compositions of masters like Byrd, Tav- erner and Gibbons. He met and talked with Bonnet, probably the finest living organist. With Casimiri in Rome he studied the treas ures of Palestrina and Vittoria. As the grandeur of Church polyphony reached him in its native haunts he re solved to strive for that level of inter pretation which now characterizes the work of the musical colony at St. Mary's. No sensuality may intrude in the performance of these works. They must be heard freed from earth and spiritually ecstatic. He knew well, however, that such an ideal would de generate into nothing but a series of resounding adjectives unless he discov ered for himself the technique of the boy voice. So he bounced around the Continent, listening over and over again to every great boy's choir in the world. And when he had finished a theory of his own began to emerge; namely, that the English and Continental methods of training could be combined to the greater glory of each. The English quiristers were a little too hootish, the Continentals a little too brusque. The boy voice, in its upper registers, must not sound like a "baby baritone" but retain its natural purity throughout the entire compass. It must, he says, have solidity and roundness of tone, flexibil ity in diction. He recognizes the ex istence of no break in the boy's voice and sings his young gentlemen through from soprano to tenor or baritone, plac ing, the voice where it belongs when the, right time comes around. THE old stone church on Wabash Avenue, home of the Paulist Choir, is backed up against a grimy skyscraper. It lies in the Ninth Street neighborhood of quick-and-dirtys, local film agencies and elaborate filling sta tions. Down in the basement rehearsal room a hundred and one boy sopranos have carved their initials on the old pews. Here Father O'Malley has toiled away since that memorable time four years ago when he was ordained in Rome and ordered by cable the same day to proceed to St. Mary's and take charge. He is not pleased with the ju venile wood-carvings and insists that the old music in the library cupboards be treated with clean and gentle hands. He is a bit of the martinet, I'm afraid, although there isn't a cassock in the choir that wouldn't come to him with minor troubles or for small loans. For one thing the choir boys of St. Mary's know that they are burdened with a large responsibility and they are rather proud of it. Even the smallest of them can talk glibly of Byrd and Lotti. They know full well that certain offences bring instant expulsion. They must always wear rubbers when it rains and button up their coat collars on stormy days. And they must never, never yell. That is the unpardonable sin. They have a lot of fun, though, even if they have to whistle when first-so prano Callahan knocks one out of the lot. The boys have their own school - camp at White Lake, Michigan, with a golf links and an athletic field that would have contented the heart of the late "Rock." They take a fiendish compensatory delight in striking out Father O'Malley. When they go on tour they ride in private cars with no mamas along to make them wash be hind the ears. The older boys take care of the little ones and I'm told that there's little, if any, unpleasant wrang ling. It seems that once long ago Father Finn took along a couple of rather officious elderly lady helpers, and the memory of O'Malley is long. . . . Father O'Malley seems to sit serene ly, as if he had arrived at the job of his life and was supremely content with it. He is at the engagingly self-confi dent age of twenty-nine, a slim young man with a mop of wavy chestnut hair, a noble bulging brow, fine white hands and large eyes that are alternately deep green and blue. He plays golf in the low eighties, reads musical literature in Spanish, French, Italian and English and devours current biography in huge chunks. Go see him and hear his choir at the Palace this summer. Yes, I said at the Palace. RICE AND JUNIPER Here comes the bride.' Sings the violin From a palmy corner of the candled nxim, While 'twixt the guests smiling ushers glide, Followed by the groom, The best man at his side. Forth come the maids In pastel shades; Then the lacy bride in all her virgin charm On her fathers arm; Blushing like a rose To her man she goes, And the marriage rites begin. "I now pronounce you — td-ta — man and wedded wife"- - Tum-ta-ta — Played with feeling and with life — Filled full of happy promise — ta-ta — Triumphant sounds the other grand old march. In the window's bay Beneath a fest<x)ned arch The couple stand for sincere congratu lations From friends and teary-eycd relations; The wives in tears because they're wed, The maids because they're not, 'tis said. Waitresses are serving chicken a la king And heart-shaped ices; The bride keeps glancing at her wed ding ring What time she slices The bridal cake upon the broad buffet; But the pantry bar Is, as it has been, the most popular. The bride stands on a chair and throws her white bouquet; There is a maddening scramble in which her man and she Run hurriedly away Through wild June showers Of rice and flowers. Then wilder grows the din, The guests more staggery and gay Until the booming midnight ends the perfect wedding day. ?S[(;te. Nowadays begin. As of married life, should be Pronounced with the g Soft, as in gin Ta-ra-hic-ra, boom-de-ay! — CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS. TI4ECNICAG0AN '9 WHEN "WHOOPEE" WAS A WAR CRY Moody Reflections on a Gaudy Era A WELL and favorably known busi- k. ness man has welcomed the publi cation of these articles because they show that things were worse in those days than they are now, a criticism I welcome, coming as it does at a time when altogether too many, forgetful of the manner in which they availed themselves of the right of the young to make occasional condemned fools of themselves, are trying to prove that the current crop of youngsters are worse in every respect than they were when these aging and now untempted re spectabilities flitted across the scene. Welcoming the statement, William T. Stead's book, If Christ Came to Chi cago, published in February, 1894, can be adduced in proof of it, as follows: The episode refers to one "Madame Hastings," who was then keeper of a house "between Harrison and Polk and between Clark and Dearborn Streets." She is evidently, then, not the "Mrs. C. Hastings" set down in his later roster of infamy as having a house of ill fame at 2034 South Dearborn Street, nor yet the Alice Hastings at 165 East Twenty- First Street recorded in The Sporting and Club House Directory of 1889 as keeping "a strictly first class house." This last person had been prospering at her trade in St. Louis and Omaha be fore she attained the haven of her hopes in Chicago, whereas the one in the Stead narrative had been in Toron to, British Columbia, Denver, Portland, Oregon, and San Francisco previously, and by no stretch of imagination could be called the keeper of anything that was first class. MADAME MARY HASTINGS, we are informed, "is famous in Chicago courts as having been the de fendant in the case which led to the practical ruling that the police could not arrest anyone they pleased on a warrant made out against these mythi cal personages, Richard Roe or John Doe." Having had her establishment raided on such a warrant and a convic tion found against her, she appealed the case, and as a matter of common sense and elementary law obtained a reversal of the judgment in the lower court — and there never was a court By WALLACE RICE lower than the police court of that by gone day. She had further, still in the interests of justice, gone to Mayor Harrison (the elder) after the police had taken occa sion to enter her house while she had been locked up with all her inmates and, having so entered feloniously, had maliciously broken and made useless everything they could find in the place. As a result a sergeant and three patrol men had been dismissed from the force in disgrace and a wholesome respect for both the Hastings and the law incul cated in bosoms unresponsive to other forms of suasion. She appears, from the account from which I am quoting, to have had what the youth of the present calls "personality," as when it says "She has had a wide and varied experi ence with the police wherever she has wandered. In San Francisco she was in prison for six months for conduct too scandalous even for Calif ornians." And a pause seems necessary for won derment at what in red Hades that could be! "On the whole she has the greatest terror of the police of the Do minion. 'When the English say you're to git, you've just got to git and that's all there is to it,' she said mournfully, 'you can't do anything with them; with our police it's different.' Of which there is no doubt." The Hastings joint, it appears sta tioned its inmates in spells of fifteen minutes each at its front windows to tap on them as men passed in the street. Houses of this sort used to line Pacific Avenue, commonly called "Biler," south of Van Buren; it is now South La Salle. Later, a similar aggregate of depravity stretched north along Dear born Street from Archer Avenue and was called "Bedbug Row," for lack of a worse name. Whatever the prevail ing viciousness and political pull, this was frowned upon even then by the authorities. There were four policemen, in two watches, walking the beat. They took the liberty of the house to come in for food and whiskey whenever they need ed nourishment, solid or liquid, and the protection was cheap at the cost of such entertainment. But new patrolmen were assigned and one of them, a new broom sweeping clean, caught one of the Hasting girls at it and secured a warrant. It took nine policemen to serve it, guarding all the exits, and so taking them unaware that there was no time nor chance to get down the trap doors ready for such an emergency and take refuge in the friendly saloon next door. MARY HASTINGS and the five inmates were allowed to dress for the street, which included thrusting a roll of $300 into the landlady's stock ing, and cigarettes and small flasks of whiskey into the stockings of the others. The patrol wagon was in front, and the usual crowd of city yaps. But the women preferred to run to the sta tion, herded by the officers of the law. Let Mr. Stead tell the rest of the story : "When they arrived at the police station they were taken downstairs and locked up together in one of the iron barred cells. The police found a bot tle of wine in a French girl's stocking and drank its contents to the immense indignation of its owner, who gave him in her own vocabulary 'blue blazes.' He only looked and laughed. 'Here's to your health, Frenchie!' said the policeman as he drank the last drop. Madame in the meantime had dis patched a trusty messenger for a bond man and as soon as he arrived she was bailed out. The girls in the cells amused themselves with shouting and singing and cursing and drinking, while Maggie and another tested their agility by climbing like monkeys up the iron bars of their grated door. "It was more like a picnic than an imprisonment. They had drink and cigarettes and company. They were as noisy and more lively and profane than if they had been at home. In about an hour Madame bailed them all out, putting up $10 a head for their punc tual appearance at the police court on Monday morning. Then the hah0 dozen, more drunk than when they were pulled, sallied out in triumph and resumed business as usual in the old premises as if nothing had happened." Whoopee — what? Surely it is managed better than that today. 20 THE CHICAGOAN SMOKE FROM THE CAMP FIRE Tenderfoot Kanches By LUCIA LEWIS AS the letter fell on my desk I dis tinctly heard the clatter of hoofs. When I picked it up, wood smoke curled faintly in the air, and the hushed trill of a mountain spring sounded in the room. That's the way envelopes act when they come from Bozeman, from Billings, from Missoula, from Sheridan, or DuBois. This one happened to be from Mis soula, a crafty letter calculated to destroy whatever joy I might have found in a sunny stroll on Michigan Boulevard. What's a sunny day on asphalt when an invitation to an honest-to-God ranch is crackling in one's pocket? This year of all years the city heart pumps desperately at the thought of weeks in authentic wilderness. The simplest way to get authentic wilderness is by way of an authentic ranch. None of your sissy resorts or dressy hotels, but the comfortable aus terity of a mountain home where one lolls, rides, camps, dines, in practically the same outfit and an evening dress is just a big joke. The west is dotted with just such ranches now but it is so huge that even several hundred of them scattered through Wyoming, Montana, the Da- "Honest, mister, these have ridden the Western Plains: kotas, and other states, are lost in miles and miles of forests and mountains. Each one reigns supreme in its own kingdom and the rest of the world might have quietly dropped off into the universe for all its guests know or care. Menacing worries are tossed into the trout streams where they belong; one spends the day with nimble mountain horses instead of Wall Street bears; peace, peace, peace drops with every pine needle that is shaken in one's path. THAT beguiling letter for instance oozes with lure right from the legend on its letterhead — "Located one hundred miles south of Glacier Na tional Park in the Swan River Valley between the Flathead and Mission Ranges of the Rockies at an Altitude of Four Thousand Feet." The owner goes on mildly: "It seems to compensate one for a great many city advantages to be able to ride for miles through virgin forests without encountering people, to have access to a multitude of beautiful lakes entirely devoid of summer homes, to see wild game almost constantly, even on one's own property. The hunting and fishing are marvellous; as you know, there is no actual hunting per mitted in the summer, except with the camera but that type is mighty fine. Ex traordinary hunts, too, take place about the fire in the main lodge as all the old timers here are great yarn spinners so that you may, if you wish, have all your adventures without physical ef fort. As for fishing, I can always com mand an excellent brand, either in fact or fiction." Compensate for city advantages in deed! You can tie your city advan tages in a bundle for the Salvation Army after that paragraph. This particular ranch, eighty miles from the railroad station in Missoula, was christened the Gordon Ranch through just one of those incidents that make the west such a great yarn-spin ning country. It was the summer home of a prominent Chicago physician and has just recently been opened to a few guests each summer by his son. But it was the Gordon Ranch long before that. THE CHICAGOAN 21 IN the old days, the site of the ranch was a very famous Indian camp ground from which the Flathead In dians were accustomed to send out their spring and fall hunting parties. In 1889 a white man, Ben Holland, took up the land as a homestead. He and his two partners, Joe Wabelli and Charley Courtney, led a very pleasant life trap ping and hunting and carrying on a small trade with the Indians. One spring after a hard winter, they organ ized a bit of a bender. Old Charley Courtney has fervently remarked since that nothing serious was intended but somehow Ben Holland began shoot ing things up with his six shooter, seri ously wounding Joe and seriously frightening Charley. Charley made a forced ride to the railroad where he telegraphed Dr. Gordon at Helena, one of the few sur geons in the state. The doctor imme diately caught up his saddle horse and arrived at the ranch in two days, chang ing mounts at the ranches which he passed. The bullet was removed and Joe recovered. Holland was greatly in debted to the doctor and signed over the entire property to Gordon. He used it as a shooting lodge for years, after his death two Butte physicians acquired the place, in 1923 it was sold to Doctor Koessler of Chicago. Doctor Gordon acquired a magnifi cent piece of property. On the ranch proper is one of the finest stands of Western yellow pine to be found any where in the state. The buildings, all of which are made of native logs, are set among the big trees. The Mission and Flathead ranges of the Rockies, which form the wall of Swan Valley, are high and rugged, penetrated only by the Forest Service horse trails. No timber has been cut for a radius of forty miles. The entire country is criss crossed by fine trout streams and dotted with delightful mountain lakes. It is really Glacier Park without tourists, without automobiles and without noise. Gordon Ranch has accommodations for only fifteen guests so it is wise to make reservations well in advance. The sleeping cabins are all equipped with bathrooms and electric lights. The main ranch house has the dining room and eating porch with its view of the snow capped Mission peaks, the library, and accommodations for a few more guests. It is a thoroughly restful place with unusually fine horses, well-stocked riv ers and lakes, canoes, camp trips for those who want them or just splendid What charming people!" lounging for those who want to sit under a pine and muse. FOR families there isn't any finer vacation than the ranch summer. All the ranches welcome youngsters and many of them have special governesses and tutors in charge though you really don't need anyone to watch them. Turn them loose and they have the time of their lives. For very young children, if you don't take your own nurse, In dian girls make excellent caretakers and very inexpensive ones. At the famous Rising Sun Ranches (which also have offices in Chicago) there are spe cial ponies and a special log fort and stockade where the boys of the family may play at pioneer life, whooping massacres and Indian fights. One of the earliest of the dude ranches was the noted Eaton Ranch at Sheridan, Wyoming, which has waxed to amazing popularity and is the special joy of the Rinehart family and other notables. This is a larger ranch with entertainments, an annual roundup, and a very gay summer altogether, though it retains the essential simplicity of ranch customs. Another large and busy ranch is Jim Gratiot's Diamond G in DuBois. This ranch conducts a special seven weeks' pack trip for boys and young men up through the mountains, circling Jackson Hole, and into Yellow stone. There is an opportunity to get your adolescent son off your mind and give him something to talk about all winter. Some of the Arizona ranches, high in the mountains, are delightful in summer. Many of these are real cow ranches, not the dude brand at all, and guests during the summer may have a look at regular rodeos, range branding, horse breaking, and be a part of honest western life. The fishing is splendid and there is no closed season on hunt ing mountain lion, bear, rabbit, coyote, or fox. Six thousand feet up in the Camp Wood Mountains the yellow pine is as luxuriant as in the northern country, the air as brisk and cool. If you drop in at one of the western railroad offices which are now display ing camp equipment, pictures of the fish that have been caught and the lakes where you can catch more, a rancher or two to drawl a few yarns at you, it won't be a question of to ranch or not to ranch — simply what ranch. 22 THE CHICAGOAN For Sale Fine Residence ^? Located immediately North of Lincoln Park in district restricted to residences Inquiries: McMenemy & Martin Inc. Real Estate 410 N. Michigan Blvd. Whitehall 6880 THE CHICAGOAN 23 THE STAGE God Drinks a Manhattan and Smokes a Murad VIEWED as a stage character, the Almighty has stepped out consid erably since the days of The Servant in the House and The Passing of the Third Floor Bac\. He used to be an impec cable gentleman with measured stride, mellow baritone voice and expression of rapt spirituality. Now He is currently portrayed behind the footlights as (1) a negro preacher of Chautauqua mien and (2) a sensitive young man of quick tongue and pleasantly human habits. Putting grease-paint on the Deity is a far more ticklish business in He, the last Guild show of the season at the Illinois, than in Green Pastures. At the latter play those of easily shockable sensibilities can smugly reflect that "de Lord," so perfectly acted by Mr. Rich ard Harrison, is not really their God at all, but simply the figment of lowly Ethiopian imagination. There is no such palliative in Mon sieur Savoir's He. The Divinity played by the useful Tom Powers is presumed to be actually present among sophisti cated people. Moreover, this Jehovah is no more conventionally impressive than you or I would be, if one of us were suddenly clothed with omnipotence and told to manage this chaotic universe. Yet, there was no general rush for the exits on the part of the assorted Catho lics, Episcopalians and Baptists who made up the first-night audience. For which we can thank Mr. Powers, who is sincerely reverent in his approach to the role. In spite of his cocktails, cigarettes and witticisms one feels Him as an exalted spirit among the free thinkers whose congress He has joined to protest against his own elimination from the scheme of things. There are few actors who could walk among the pitfalls of prejudice with such a sure step. Realizing that actors are largely a matter of personal taste, like cigar ettes and shaving creams, I still feel impelled to voice a suspicion that Pow ers is perhaps our best actor. The wide range of his work in Strange Interlude, The Apple Cart and this play, his sure and delicate touch, his complete hon esty in characterization seems to put him ahead of Lunt, Howard and the screen-posturing Barrymore. The play, as such, is satirical, amus ing and provocative. Mr. God, as He By WILLIAM C. BOYDEN is ironically termed, interests himself in a tentative, quizzical fashion in the lives of the varigated types marooned by an avalanche in a Swiss hotel. Strange for God to be puzzled, yet this one is. He even doubts his own divinity when He believes He has failed to save the soul of a declassee Princess whose life is a monotonous procession of lovers. Violet Kemble Cooper struck me as a bit heavy in this part. I like her better when she has greater chance for the light touch of brittle sophistication. Another thread of drama centers in the elevator boy who leads the kitchen help in a revo lution. This mild loony with a Napo leonic complex is gorgeously acted by Claude Rains. This climax is a smash. Upon the entrance of a doctor from a neighboring asylum you sink back and say, "Of course, I knew it all the time." Whereupon Mr. Powers walks out of the scene through the audience — as tricky a twist as one could ask. The balance of the cast know their business. Edward Rigby gives a fine performance of a choleric old navy man, who argues that He is probably Krishnamurti. The worried hosteler gets competent treatment at the hands of Cecil Yapp, while the former sheik, Pedro de Cordoba, brings a matured skill to the most adamant of the un believers. He is as long of merit as it is short of title. It is likely to find a place in any list of The Ten Best Plays of the Year. Nary a Tiller Girl IF you are tired of sleek flanks flash ing in unison, men's choruses lead by virile baritones and finalettos wherein the Princess (soprano) renounces the Prince (tenor), step over to the Grand and catch Meet My Sister. This is musical comedy in the proper sense of the word — simply an amusing story about characters who periodically burst into song. You will find fewer chorus girls employed here than are living at the Y. M. C. A. In fact, there is none. This is perhaps regrettable in view of the prevalent unemployment in the trade, but let us confess that for once it is. rather a relief not to have to watch a couple of dozen lassies all kick ing at once and at the same angle of elevation. The story starts out like an expur gated version of Fielding's Joseph An drews, Mrs. Boobin being a delectable young Countess, and Joseph her librar ian. Out of this situation Harry Wag- staff Gribble, who adapted the book from the German, has concocted some agreeably sentimental moments and a number of spicy literary jokes on this order, "Look, you have put Madame Pompadour between The Three Muske teers." Naughty! Naughty! This frag ile scene might not carry but for the easy charm of its two leading players, Bettina Hall, who left Three Little Girls flat for her present chore, and Walter Slezak, a plump and pleasing young German crooner, new to these shores. Mr. Slezak will doubtless be in Hollywood next season, in traditional rivalry with the Gallic Monsieur Che valier. These two continental lads are not unlike in technique. The second half of the evening is another variation of the She Stoops to Conquer motif. The Countess takes employment in a shoe-store in the char acter of her own supposititious sister. Some of the tried-and-true stuff of Broadway then enters the picture in the persons and antics of Olive Olsen and Harry Welsh, cast as the shop-keeper and his assistant. Miss Olsen can be easily recalled from Follow Thru. Her methods vary not a jot nor a tittle since she excited the Loop with the rendi tion of I Want to Be Bad. This song has been rewritten for her present use under the title of I Gotta Have My Moments. Her fellow clown, Herr Welsh, is one of the better of the latter- day Weberfieldians. He chews up the English language with proper Teutonic mastication. In their horse-play amid the sentimental delicacies of the main theme these two are aided and abetted by David Hutcheson, a lank Britisher of considerable ability in keeping a monocle in his eye and other forms of silly-assery. In fact, for a play laid in France the cast presents a strange in ternational hodge-podge. The five major characters are respectively played by a German, an American, an Englishman, a Swede and a Jew. The show is stopped twice. Once by 24 THE CHICAGOAN ¦*¦ ¦ ¦ Were 9s Enchantment In The Air ,nd A Wonderful "Bill of Fare" at Harding's Colonial Room 21 SO. WABASH *A Tlace To T>ine That Is "Delightfully different ?JUST WON DBR.PUL FOOD 1 IS M 5*5 /^£><i>g>^£>^>£>^g>^e>^*>^ u ¦ Miss Olsen's above mentioned song and again by Mr. Slezak's polygot delivery of a ditty entitled My Ideal. In Eng lish, French and German this new tenor softly gargles the light and amusing love-song. His gestures are easy, casual and flowing — a relief from the hand-on- chest - and - arm - extended posturing of the average Broadway song-bird. It is a good number, different and ingratiat ing. Miss Hall's acting has developed since the mild exactments of Three Lit tle Girls, and her voice is more than equal to the graceful score. Moreover, she is lovely to gaze upon. Her resem blance to the beautiful wife of a popu lar hotel owner is at times startling. A clever device is employed in hav ing the action framed by prologue and epilogue laid in a divorce court, and the story introduced as evidence taken in the cause. Needless to say, the com plaint is dismissed for want of equity. If our circuit judges could listen to the pleasant marital sins of such charming persons as Miss Hall and Mr. Slezak instead of to the harsh bickerings usu ally laid before them, there would be fewer nervous breakdowns among the worthy jurists. Cjoose- Flesh Stuff A SHOT — a scream — and another lawyer bit the dust! All before the curtain in the Studebaker has been up thirty seconds on The Rap, mystery bait for summer theatre trade. The locale is an office, apparently as deserted as an indoor midget golf course. To be sure, a newspaper boy is near at hand, a Winchellish lad as full of gags as Gail Borden. With all the gentle men of the press sitting around me, I had no heart to suspect that a column ist could do murder. Enter Paul Har vey, for the forty-fourth time cast as a detective. Paul is a big boy and shakes a mean fist in inquisition. He spends the remainder of the evening telling cowed suspects to "come clean." No one does, or there would be no play. The author of this opus has been reading the New York papers, espe cially about those dirty judges who are linked with the Underworld. The vic tim is a former District Attorney and friend of a judge who we are told, has previously been done to death. "They knew too much." Lots of time-tried hokum is present — the ingenue found nearly strangled in a filing cabinet, the shrouded figure, the shot in the dark, the disappearance of the body — and, so help me, the PAPERS. Graft raises its ugly head as motive, and suspicion hangs like a dark cloud of fate over one and all. There are only eight charac ters, the three mentioned, a couple of cops, a superintendent of the building, a cleaner, and a comic coon elevator man. They seem a harmless crew, but who can tell? You may guess part of the answer, but I will wager not all. There is a way to act this sort of thing. The eight actors employed for the dirty work know what is wanted and deliver. Mr. Harvey is a swell dick. Helen Tenney and Jack Marvin, portraying the murdered man's secre tary and the reporter are deserving of a restrained bravo. Yes — if you are a mystery addict The Rap is no Subway Express, but it serves. As a Crime Clubber in good standing, I go for these shudder dramas. CINEMA Up Pops OK Dabil Stage By WILLIAM R. WEAVER GONE, I fear me, are the old free days when a critic bored by the stage might vary his punishment by re sort to the simpering cinema while a celluloid observer tempered his over- sweetened philosophy with a helping of the sterner stuff dished out across foot lights. The two are rapidly becoming one, just which one it's a bit early to declare. Probably Mr. Boyden and I shall flip coins for the decision, loser to take all. The Subway Express, you see, had barely chugged out of Mr. Boyden's Erlanger when it clanged into my Pal ace. Up Pops the Devil popped from Mr. Boyden's Selwyn to my Oriental in less time than it takes to say I-miss- Ashton-Stevens'-column-terribly - don't- you and the Torch Song that blacked out of his Blackstone so quietly a while back is a blue streak at my Chicago, where they call it Laughing Sinners, as this is written. Whatever shall we do if Grand Hotel comes to the United Artists before it's been to the Illinois-" The practice of picturizing plays is by no means new, of course, but the manner of picturizing them is. Begin ning with What Price Glory, the film people have been gathering confidence, abandoning subterfuge and concession, until now there is little or no change in THE CHICAGOAN 25 the original dialogue and that little for the better. Up Pops the Devil, for in stance, lacks in the Oriental nothing it had in the Selwyn save a speech or two deleted by the local censori and the limitations of the three-walled stage. The Subway Express is altered not at all and Torch Song was always a movie at heart. For that matter, with picture rights at the fancy figures they bring, what play isn't? But what you want to know, pre sumably, is whether the seventy-five minutes it takes to see each of these pictures are worth the seventy-five cents it costs to see them. With or without computing the relative costs of stage and screen diversion per person per minute per play and perhaps, they are, in the aggregate if not individually. Up Pops the Devil, filmed with the ablest cast seen in these parts of late years, is worth considerably more than the next three pictures you're at all likely to en counter. The Subway Express, on the other hand, is worth about thirty cents on the hoof . . . oddly, the cinematic devices that made it a stage novelty spoil it for the screen. The market value of Laughing Sinners, nee Torch Song, is substantial out of all propor tion to the presence therein of Joan Crawford, who never dreamed of be ing the actress she is as Bunny. THE tropics were represented dur ing the fortnight by Tabu and by Never the Twain Shall Meet, the lat ter making what must be at least its annual appearance. The former is en acted without dialogue and practically without subtitles by a largely native cast. It is in many respects the best of these things that has come to light, cer tainly far better than the creaking con traptions contrived by white actors stained brown for the occasion and wallowing all over the place. If tropics allure you, choose Tabu. The ganster theme, worn thin and be ginning to lose its grip, is treated again in The Good Bad Girl, wherein Mae Clarke, Marie Prevost and James Hall contribute substance to an improbable tale about a gangster's girl who goes straight. Another overworked vein, the McLaglen-Lowe sez - you - sez - me thing, peters out with Women of All Nations, the last of these things so far as I'm concerned. The office-secretary plot, third place favorite of recent months, really gets a run for your money in The Business Girl. Loretta Young and [turn to page 27] 'fountain of health " in your own home UP from the depths of Mother Earth comes a pure, sparkling water rich in the minerals that build sturdy, robust health. 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HINCKLEY & SGHMITT 420 W. Ontario St. Superior 6543 (Also sold at your neighborhood store) Corinnis SPRING WATER 26 THE CHICAGOAN 1 HejIS, a "good time was had by all" with a little red canoe and a passable tenor voice. . . . NOrr, no summer evening is complete without a Ukulele, a Banjo, Guitar or Portable Radio from America's Great Music House. . . . Lyon & Healy Wabash Ave. at Jackson Blvd. 4646 Sheridan Rd. 870 East 63rd St. 4047 Milwaukee Ave. 4710 Lincoln Ave. Oak Park: 123 Marion St. Evanston: 615 Davis St. MUSIC The Ravinia Novelty Section By ROBERT POLLAK UNDAUNTED by the signs of the times, courageous as ever, Louis Eckstein, the friendly master of Ravinia, has prepared a season as ambitious in its scope as any he has ever undertaken before. For opera-goers who require the salt of novelty with the regular bill of fare he is going to offer Rossini's Wil liam Tell (yes, the one with the vaude ville overture), Deems Taylor's Peter Ibbetson and a three act comic opera, La Basoche of Messager. The first venture is the only one I have advance doubts about and only because they used to do the overture on the xylo phone at the Keith Theatre in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Du Maurier's story of the lady who "dreamed true" caused such a flurry of comment at the Metro politan last winter that I suspect the Ravinia public is already pretty curious about it. Judging from its score and from the burden of critical opinion from the East it is an honest work lit up with some fine writing and invari ably sensational to look at. La Basoche should be one of the typical Eckstein surprises. Messager, a skilful fellow, is at his best when he is least preten tious, when he tries to be the Lehar of Paris. Do you remember, by any chance, the succulent score of Monsieur Beaucaire with those song hits Honor and Love and Red Rose? It packed them in at the Illinois back about 1921. I imagine that La Basoche will furnish some tunes for whistling. The Messager novelty, written in 1890, has enjoyed international suc cess. The indefatigable D'Oyly Carte, impresario at the immortal Savoy, mounted it in London in 1891 at the old Royal English Opera House. The English version was prepared by Sir Augustus Harris and David Bispham, in his first season on the opera stage, sang one of the principal roles. Louis Hasselmans is responsible for the Ra vinia premiere. And in order that the patrons be not annoyed by the long stretches of recitative in the original score, Messager has compressed it for Ravinia purposes. It's only a wild guess but Fd not be surprised if La Basoche turned out to be another Marouf. For the first week the Ravinia Com pany offers a generous slice of the rep ertoire: June 20, William Tell; June 21, La Traviata, and, consecutively fol lowing, Madame Butterfly, Manon, Louise, Aida, Marouf and Manon Lescaut. THE engaging nuttiness of Joe Cook's Fine and Dandy has been already considered by Mr. Boyden in the dramatic section. And Mr. Turby- fill has mentioned the Ballet of the Machines. The score is a more than ordinary concoction by Kay Swift and Paul James who arc really a young Mr. and Mrs. Warburg of the banking Warburgs. The lady in the case has contributed notably to several Garrick Gaieties and in her spare moments dashes off a serious suite or sonata. The music of the Ballet is certainly not as phony as the usual musical comedy attempts to be highbrow. And the song hit, from which the show takes its name, is so irritatingly good that you can't get away from it. In the immortal words of Walter Winchell, "What's become of Valencia, thank God?" THE appointment of Herbert With- erspoon as musical director of the Civic Opera, to share responsibility with Herbert Johnson, should come as good news to the Wacker Drive fans who like their Wagner and plenty of it. Oldtimers will tell you that, when Withcrspoon sang at the Metro politan from 1908 to 1916, he was one of the mainstays of the Wagnerian wing and an unforgettable Gurnemanz in Parsifal. He'll be behind the scenes this time, though. WHILE Mr. Hackett stepped to bat for me at the Evanston Fes tival I saw a G)rn Dance at Tesuque. a festival of music and mime, at least one, perhaps two, thousand years old. Tesuque lies nine miles north of Santa Fe in the flats of the upper Rio Grande. It is a prosperous pueblo, surrounded by rich wheat land, the property of the community. The governors of the tribe sat before adobe walls on a shady side of the plaza in a booth where the plaster image of the Virgin was covered with spring flowers. In the center of the plaza, under a baking sun, dancers and chorus propitiated the Rain God. The THE CHICAGOAN Tesuque choir is small, only twelve braves with one of the elders as leader and a stalwart drummer to pound out the trick sequences of beats. The music was characteristic, sung from the stom ach, homophonic, juicy with minor thirds. Under the sun fifty members of the tribe danced from ten till twelve and again from two until five. And among them were small girls and old men. Four hours of intricate ballet formations and beautiful studied ges tures done to the ancient hop-shuffle. It was a far cry from Evanston. CINEMA [begin on pace 24] Ricardo Cortes act well over their re spective heads to achieve in it a genu inely satisfying performance. ^^OU'VE heard, of course, of Lois * Wilson's acting in Seed. It's all that you've heard it called and perhaps a bit more. It would have to be to eclipse the sound portrayals contributed by Genevieve Tobin and John Boles. The picture is more honest than most, more ambitious than anything since Cimarron and more successful than its subject matter — pertaining to the per petration of literature by a particularly stupid kind of writer — could lead an impartial jury to expect. I'd advise seeing it. The remaining title on my list is Strangers May Kiss, which I trailed to a neighborhood screen after detouring its downtown stand. So much talk about it led me to suspect I'd missed something. I hadn't, and neither will you. To Read or Not to Read Back to Montparnasse: Glimpses of Broadway in Bohemia: Sisley Huddleston exhibits French, British, German, Italian, and Chicago celebrities against a Paris background. (Proofreading of index faulty at times; but a lovely index in spite of it.) Son of Woman: The Story of D. H. Law rence: John Middleton Murry, who knew Lawrence, writes a resume of his works in lieu of biography. (With a result as shocking as the works themselves used to seem.) Modern Architecture: Frank Lloyd Wright's Princeton lectures made into a book by the university press. (Yes: you already know his opinions about 1933.) Mysteries to Read: Murder in Room 700, by Mary Hastings Bradley; The Murder of a Midget, by Martin Joseph Freeman; The Man with the Scarred Hand, by Henry Kitchell Webster; Murder in a Haystack, by Dorothy Aldis. (The four of them made in Chicago.) RARER Than the Rarest GEM So rare, indeed, that production is limited to only three hundred and fifty each year. But even more than quan tity, the Bauer is rare in its tonal beauty, in its masterful craftsmanship, in its superb capacity for inspiration. Here, indeed, is an instrument that blends all the piano skill of the ages. Don't deny yourself the pleasure of a Bauer any longer. Fifteen Hundred Seventy-Five Dollars 329 S. Wabash 28 THE CHICAGOAN This Summer: Week Ends In Town Are OUT 1 he most business-like desks in the city hold calendars that are red-penciled with important week ends, vacations and holidays. Jerrems pre sents the sort of fine imported fabrics that gentlemen require for summer occasions. And Jerrems' custom tailoring assures those matchless materials the respectful attention which they demand. SPECIAL A suit of imported Shetland, with an extra pair of English Cricket Flannel trousers to match, is now priced at $85. Chicago London New York Los Angeles BOOKS Greater Chicago Writers By SUSAN WILBUR FASHIONS in clothes may be horn in Paris. But fashions in literature, or if not the fashions themselves, at least their creators, are much more likely to be born in Chicago. Let us say greater Chicago, in order to include Ernest Hemingway. And Archibald MacLeish. In short, we hereby nomi nate Sisley Huddleston's Bac\ to Mont- parnasse as the Chicago book of the fortnight. For example, I have been a long time without news of Daphne Carr. And in the intervals between such major landmarks as his magnifi cent Italian number of This Quarter, or his translation of the memoirs of Ki\i, or his issuance of a manifesto as large as a map and entitled Direction, I don't always know what Samuel Putnam is doing. Here is the latest news of both of them. Also of Margaret Anderson, Gertrude Beasley, Emanuel Carnevali, who used to be Harriet Monroe's asso ciate, and Charles Ashleigh who, it seems, has now settled down. J. P. McEvoy sits pensive on a Montparnasse terrace, absorbing material for his Show Girl in Europe. And John Dewey drops in at the Sorbonne for an honor ary degree. Lloyd George, however, turns out to be not the Chicago but the British one. Yes, all the English and European celebrities turn up on Montparnasse too. The point is that it seems to be the Chicagoans who really buckle down and set literary fashions from there. With, of course, a little help from James Joyce and Ford Madox Ford. zAbout Lawrence 1HAVE been trying for several days now to find someone old enough to have read Sons and Lovers and The Rainbow when they first came out. The point being o> discover the exact degree of shock registered at that time. To see whether it was really more shocking then for Lawrence to announce all of a sudden that sex, singular, was a factor in the relations between the sexes, plural, and write novels centering in that factor. Or whether it is more shocking now for John Middleton Murry to take the sexual dissatisfac tions of all Lawrence's characters from the beginning, and with biographi cal intent pin them one by one to C/loz&o • With 65% of our original guests still with us, and a steadily growing clientele, we know we are offering the utmost in hotel home satisfaction. • Beautifully furnished 1 to 6 room suites—ideal location — 12 minutes to the loop — excellent restaurant and food shop in building- exacting service and everything you would wish in your own home. Yes, even very moderate rentals. Why not pay us a visit now? • Ownership Management Direction of FREDERIC C. SKILLMAN Sheridan Road at Surf Street 'Bittersweet $8oo L TI4E CHICAGOAN 29 D. H. Lawrence himself. Son of Woman is a convenient book. It dis cusses so thoroughly, and with quotes so well chosen, all Lawrence's prose and poetry from The White Peacoc\ to Lady Chatterley's Lover, that it might almost save you the trouble of reading Lawrence himself. That is, if you regard reading Lawrence as a trouble. But at the same time you don't wonder that Mrs. D. H. Lawrence has been expressing herself in the news papers. Tourists' "Books BOATS go faster now than they used to, and third class gets re- spectabler every year. However, unless you are by profession a European nov elist, like Arthur Meeker, or have a schoolteacher's holiday, there is still only one practicable way to get to Europe. And it is really as good a way as any. According of course to what you go for. If you go for the food, well, Paris cooking may look good on a plate, with its garnish of sorrel and truffles, but this is as nothing com pared to the way it looks on a page, with a garnish of adjectives and ad verbs. Pigs in Clover, by Frances Noyes Hart, costs, as the booksellers say, less than a theatre ticket. The price includes a long gray green car, mushroom color inside, enough essence to carry you over five of the most de sired motor routes in all France, twelve- dollar lunches complete with vintage wines, famous brandies, and, as above, a liberal garnish of descriptive termi nology. Meet the Spaniards by Henry Albert Phillips, does for Spain some thing that is supposed to be undoable. Namely, peoples the sights with abo rigines who are willing to fraternize. These aborigines include the now ex- king, and a few members of his family. The folk customs observed include the national lottery, Spain's device for cre ating millionaires. Chicagoans' ^Cysteries IT may be all right to set up as a non- reader of mystery stories. But this is one of the seasons when you can't get away with it. That is, you can't very well not read at least the four Chicago ones. On technical points, Murder in Room 700 would undoubt edly bring Mary Hastings Bradley next year's Pulitzer prize for a mystery. If there were one. For not only does the Happy days are here again Dli MliYER • The sun is oufi Depressions of the past sea son, months of raininess are over! Frocks ere gay . . gayer than ever . . bright blues and reds, sparkling greens, brilliant yellows . . and happy faces must go with them. • Take away that pasty look of too many days of indoors. Wipe away those tired lines and bring back the sparkle to your eyes. Your cheeks are asking for that glowing color which your new frocks demand. • Elizabeth Arden's Anti-Brown Spot Ointment will stimulate your circulation, a patting of Ardena Skin Tonic gives the pleasant tingle you have missed, not to mention the special creams for those individual wants. • It is time to rejuvenate. You will feel it in the air. Some of it will reflect in your face. 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Particularly good results are obtained in the summer months. You can purchase our course one month at a time only! SILHOUETTE SHOP, 6th Floor For the convenience of busy society and executive women. Silhouette Shop hours are from 8 :30 a. m. to 6 :00 p. m. Call Randolph 1500 for appointment CHAS. A. STEVENS & BROS. 19-25 N. State St. question of guilt unroll layer by layer like an onion — or perhaps I should say a wild onion — but the heroine herself goes through a similar process. No I'm not forgetting that Pulitzer put in a clause about uplifting the American home. Martin Joseph Freeman, on the other hand, has already won a prize, his publisher's, for The Murder of a Mid get. Here an extremely ingenious ques tion of motive is involved: who could possibly have needed to murder anything so small and innocent as a circus midget asleep in a doll carriage? Henry Kit- chell Webster's new one is as usual set apart by what you might call its slightly educational aspect. The background being a formerly prosperous colony of eccentrics, whose pottery has suddenly become of interest to collectors — and others. Title: The Man with the Scarred Hand. The fourth, Murder in a Haystac\, by Dorothy Aldis, as we have previously remarked, comes within an inch of being a real novel. ^Architectural Rendering READERS of Frank Lloyd Wright's remarks an issue or two ago about the 1933 Exposition, will be glad to learn of the entrapment just practiced upon him by Princeton University. Mr. Wright, it seems, was invited to give six lectures for the architecture de partment. These the university press seized upon and made into a book. Some books tell you what not to do, but neglect to say how to go on from there. This one tells you what to do, but not exactly what to do. The reason being that, although Mr. Wright is clear about our not imitating the Greek and Roman cornice, he is equally clear about our not imitating him. Modern Architecture is, in other words, an awakening sort of book. It enunciates simplicity as a principle. It also grasps the implication of modern materials. The "brush work" of the ancient archi tect in stone was, Mr. Wright says, shadow. Steel and glass make possible a brushwork of light. He then goes on to point out, however, that the sky scraper as such is not a utility, but a tyranny — of the dome of St. Peter's. QUERY How can moderns expect their children to be ethereal when they bring them up on codliver oil and cereal? — c. \v. p. TME CHICAGOAN Couthoui For Aisle Seats Stands in All Leading Motels and Clubs r Most for Your Money at The Hub CHICAGOAN Hopsak x Weaves * *40 X Golf Suits V /^ lined with our super- }£ constructed Celanese lining >£ Coat * Vest 'y I rousers Knickers THE^HUB Henry C Lytton & Sons State and Jackson, Chicago Evanston Gary Otk Park *>T. H. TWtCNICAGOAN 31 BEAUTY Tricks and Gadgets By MAKCIA VAUGHN EVERYONE who has dashed hel ter-skelter into the broiling sum mer sun has discovered that those much-praised rays may destroy as well as build. Both our bodies and our skins need certain qualities of sunlight but our skins can do nicely without the strong destructive rays, as most athlete's complexions prove. It's a real trick, you see, to know where A ends and B begins. Margaret Brainard has turned the trick neatly in evolving her Cosray lamp (which you mustn't confuse with the medical ultra-violet lamps pleeze). The Cosray lamp is a simple little thing. You can handle it easily at home and ought to use it regularly to keep your complexion in the pink of condition. With this the infra-red, or non-tanning rays of the sun, only, are turned on to the skin during a com plexion treatment. After a thorough cleansing the nourishing cream is ap plied and then you bask in the sooth ing warmth of the little lamp. You can feel the pleasant stimulus of the rays immediately; down they go into every inactive little cell and quicken it to new life. The cream dissolves more thoroughly than it possibly could any other way, penetrates to where it does the most good, and after just a few minutes you pop up with new zest and sparkle and a completely revived face. It's fun and it's good for you, and Saks-Fifth Avenue will show you how it works. Really so many things have been coming my way that are fun to use, it's harder and harder to wrench myself from dressing table to typewriter. Pa\- \old came over my horizon just a week ago and has found a permanent home in the refrigerator. This ingenious gadget is a spoonlike chromium bulb mounted on a handle in any color you choose, to harmonise with your bou' doir — orchid, jade, black, blue and the like. Inside the bulb is a refrigerant which freezes when placed in contact with the coils of a mechanical refrigerator. Whenever you are dressing and when you cleanse your face at night you duck into the kitchen and instead of chopping out ice cubes you simply seize the Pakkold and take it to your , 33 WEST JACKSON BLVD. These miners don't wear red shirts . . . Although Mr. Desherow's men have for- J~\. saken the "red shirts of the heavy-booted miner of '49," they do a great job of travel- mining. They can make any trip West pay big. For they have the equipment. Four Great Routes for transcontinental travel. . . One that's direct to San Francisco, one straight to Los Angeles, one that sneaks up from the south, one that sweeps down from the north. Combine two, go one route and return another, and presto! You double the enjoyment of your trip . . . you really see the whole Pacific Coast! Southern Pacific 4 GREAT ROUTES FOR TRANSCONTINENTAL TRAVEL 27110 SUNSET LIMITED • OVERLAND LIMITED [turn to page 3 5] GOLDEN STATE LIMITED • THE CASCADE 32 THE CHICAGOAN l smart shop directory i sports • afternoon • evening ORRINGTON HOTEL _^______ EVANSTON __^__^_^ R A N C E S R- 1660 East 55th STREET AT HYDE PARK BOULEVARD cJt 0* cv- HALE FOI pS CRACIOUS DIGNITY FOR THE MATRON AND THE CHARM OF YOUTH FOR THE YOUNCER SET c He 1 FURS 108 N. State St. 220 Stewart Bldg. y HILHOUSE & Co. \ Sat&CapjWafeers; LONDON. Exclusive Agents / * Randolph oW Wabash ?.. CHICAGO ^ FINE CLOTHES for MEN md BOYS f THE CHICAGOAN, Theater Ticket Service 407 So. Dearborn Street Kindly enter my order for theater tickets as follows: (Play) (Second Choice) (Number of seats) (Date) (Name) (Address) (Tel. No.) (Enclosed) $ SHOPS ABOUT TOWN By THE CHICAGOENNE MY, my, how frisky a little sun shine makes us! The swarms in the sports shops made the gathering of this trifling column quite a heroic task, I tell you. Apparently the first day of fine weather was all the excuse our townswomen needed to dash themselves against flocks of tennis dresses, golf dresses, country club dresses, bathing suits, yachting pants. If you want to be active but attrac tive just amble in to Peck and Peck's and look at their dashing new Cord- knit suits. This is a roughish knit fabric, something like heavy mesh only with more body, cool but not sleazy; altogether good-looking, and something that should hold up mar- velously through burning suns and sudden showers. Peck and Peck make it into smart skirts and jackets, casual bags, perky little brimmed hats and berets, in lot of colors. A white Cordknit skirt with jacket of blue or coral or any of the other bright colors in which they appear is a fashionable combination this season. The sweaters, as usual, are delights to the eye here. This year jackets and sweaters generally are shorter and much more youthful in appearance. The new Aintree jacket introduced by Peck and Peck is a colorful blend of narrow horizontal stripes. The one I saw in yellow, white and brown is lovely either buttoned all the way up tight around the neck or left open to form a V neck. Another clipper jacket in brilliant red is set off by the new metal disks; and their Mariner shirt is a lot of fun. This is a pull over with short sleeves, exactly like the French fisherman's sweater. The knit is very, very fine like a thin wool crepe and the stripes may be blue and white, brown and white, red and white and the like. Tucked into a pair of floppy fisherman's trousers with a little rolled cap of the same fabric as the shirt it makes an en trancing boating costume. The trousers fit snugly at the hip, with two rows of white buttons down the side and flare from the knee down like regula tion sailor pants, verra graceful. FOR northern lakes and the sea shore most of the light beach pajamas are darned uncomfortable. Compatvg A Display that will Delight the Lover of Fine Furniture On exhibition at the factory wholesale showrooms of the Robert W. Irwin Co. at 608 S. Michigan Blvd. throughout the year is a large and comprehensive col lection of truly fine furniture. These showrooms are maintained for the benefit of dealers and their clients, and offer a pleasant way to leisurely examine furni ture of superior design and craftsman ship. Wholesale practices prevail, but pur chases may be arranged through a recog' nized furniture dealer. You are invited to visit this display. REPRODUCTIONS This showing of period adaptations and reproductions of authentic antiques, to gether with groups covering a more moderate price range, will appeal to anyone who appreciates good designing and rare craftsmanship. ROBERT W. IRWIN CO. Designers and Manufacturers of Fine Furniture for Fifty Years 608 ft. iHtcfjtpn PL THE CHICAGOAN 33 Von Lengerke and Antoine solve the chilly problem perfectly with one of the most attractive jersey pajamas I have seen. They are quite light and cool but firmly knit so they won't lose shape and the lines are gorgeous. The gracefully cut and very full trousers are topped by a little bolero, and a long wide sash in three colors adds a swagger youthful touch. With this they show a floppy huge hat with whorls of the same three colors all about the brim and a band to adjust the crown to any headsize. You must acquire several pairs of their bright printed linen overalls. Terribly flattering to the form and perfect for the beach, for gardening, or lolling anywhere. V. L. 5? A. have the Schiaparelli trousers for yachting, too. These have an extended flap which buttons way over at the side and makes them fit any hipline trimly and gracefully. With these and with any skirt and almost any sleeveless sports dress you can wear their inter esting nautical jacket in dark blue, double breasted with metal buttons. In a corduroy jersey it's lightweight but warm enough to be comfortable in wind and spray. Their new bathing suits are charm ing though exceedingly swimmable. One set of peacock blue woolen tunic is accompanied by pleated shorts of dark blue moire; a black silk knit suit has a yoke of peacock blue and a blue belt on the black shorts; and a gay blue and white suit sporting a white anchor on its chest has a novel belt. The ideal steamer coat is here in exclusive Harris tweed, very trig, very English, very gorgeously tailored. In a heathery tone, with a tri-color silk scarf, leather buttons, swell pockets, you can be the smartest thing on deck 01 on land in any weather. They make skirts of the same tweed to match your coat if you wish. SAKS are outdoing themselves (and that's something) in clothes for both active and spectator sports. Two- piece things are everywhere; in a soft shirting silk with tuck-in blouse and mannish collar, in pleated and belted mesh suits in bright colors, in a bril liant Roman stripe outfit. Heavy silky pique makes stunning sleeveless tennis dresses and though Saks retain the classic simplicity of white tennis dresses they add novel touches which make them utterly dis tinctive. One has a buttoned-on collar like a cowboy's kerchief and brown TZ 3— J- -jjn~ — , ri ilaJL-Xmit, A Around the World ON THE "QUEEN OF CRUISING STEAMSHIPS" RESOLUT Including. BALEARIC ISLES ATHENS PALESTINE CAIRO DJIBOUTI INDIA fg Ideal Sailing Date, Jan. 6th Eastward from New York. So you enjoy Christmas Holi days at home and have the best of weather around the world . . . 143 days of it. 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Cuisine Francaise Music, Six to Two 22 East Ontario Delaware 1909 leather tabs on the white belt. Aiv other has a twisted belt of many strands of cord in red, white and blue, a third has a printed scarf and sash in coppery tones with little white fig' urcs madly dashing after tennis balls all over the surface. They show several golf things but my perpetual love is their suit of heavy washable crepe in white or sand. This in two pieces is belted and may be buttoned high or left opened at the neck. The jacket is pleated in back to allow full freedom of the swing and the sleeves, too, are in two pieces. For full-length you simply button the lower part on to the short sleeves. It sounds complicated but is de lightfully simple, smart and practical. For cooler days they arc showing a lot of white jersey skirts with brown or blue jumpers. The brown jumper had gay little tabs down the front and on the shoulders and a twisted brown and white belt. Another new idea is an ensemble of silk skirt and wool sleeveless sweater, the sweater diagonally striped in green, brown, and orange, and the skirt repeating the green and brown in a band around the hem. DANCE Ballet Technique By MAKK TUKBYFILL ANY style can be made to appear re- i fined and chaste if confronted with a clamourous and inevitable par ody. Only yesterday tap dancing was a hardy weed growing apace. Today it takes on something of the frailty of a hot-house graft. Satire and parody are definitely on the trail of tap. Guffaws from the hoofs of parodists cause the "serious" tappers to fall immediately into that class of invalids known as "aesthetic dancers/" In time the tap pers will have their Fannies Brice, and their Jimmies Watts. At the present critical hour classic tappers, hoofers, cloggers, and even xylophonists must duck the pertinent wit, say of a Will Mahoney. His steps are directed with the nicest imaginable degree of delib' crate chaos and disorder, a calculated obedience to the law of falling bodies. His methods in madness do for the prim art of tap dancing, with its "sachets," "flappays," "slaps,11 and "breaks," all that a "Sisinsky," a "Roll- off and Rollover," and a nose and ten TWE CHICAGOAN 35 Dine Outdoors at HOTEL Shoreland . real summer treat . . . fascinating, delightful. Dine under a canopy of stars . . . with Lake Michigan in the offing. Cool . . . gay ... a setting unique and different, and an ex traordinary Shoreland menu. En chanting music. Smart hotel accommodations. Single rooms, suites or complete housekeeping apartments. Every room an airy, beautiful outside room with furnishings and appoint ments in exquisite good taste . . . service of the highest order. Surroundings that provide golf, tennis, bathing,, boating, horseback riding practically at your door. Literature with full information sent on request. HOTEL SHORELAND 55th St. at the Lake CHICAGO Only 10 minutes to city-center via new Outer Drive or I.C.R.R. Electric Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices I007 Rush Street DELIVERY SERVICE, DELAWARE 2185 CHICAGO The Opportunity City of 1931 h CHICAGOAN The Opportunity Magazine of 1931 fingers do for barefoot dancing and the classic ballet. Volodia Vestoff, "Val,11 as they an nounce him at the College Inn, is a dancer who has mastered ballet tech nique as well as the technique of jazz and eccentric forms. Attired in a smart, conventional "smoking,11 even to hard patent leather shoes, he performs beau tifully some of the ballet's most exact ing, and thrilling steps. The dancing profession is not likely to confront him with a direction in which he will not be able to turn: he spins double turns in the air, to right or left, with equal ease and grace. Even in a dinner jacket he manages to be a lighter ballet dancer than some who wear the classic black sur coat, white tights, and the softest of ballet slippers. The College Inn orchestra, of course, gives his ele vation a boost. The Chicago Civic Opera Ballet School, under the direction of Laurent Novikoff, former partner of the late Pavlowa, has given its first recital at the Civic Theatre. The school presented the work of both junior and senior students. The program included two one act ballets, The Queen of Hearts with music by Franz Schubert, and A Midsummer Wight's Dream by Felix Mendelssohn. The latter was especially charming with many talented and fancifully costumed children. The role of Puc\ was delight fully danced and spoken by one small Dolores Casper. Contrasting with these ballets were twelve shorter dances of considerable variety. The individual dances of the Misses Ismonde Schrager, Marguerite Furk, and Muriel Grodemange were well performed, a credit to themselves, and to the Civic Opera Ballet School. vn BEAUTY [begin on page 31] dressing table. There you have the equipment for a refreshing ice finish such as you get in a facial treatment at the salon, to stimulate the circula tion, close the pores and generally tighten the sagging lines. The bulb with its frozen refrigerant inside is rubbed over the face and neck just as ice is used, with none of the messiness and no chill trickle down your arm and down the back of your neck. It's a splendid rejuvenator after a hot day, lasts forever, and is laughably inexpen sive at Field's, Mandel's, Wright and Lawrence in the Pittsfield Building, cago s ey ines\ cJxesiaenlial QioiA Six or more weary hours in the grimy dust .. .trie hustle and hustle of the dizzy looji ...yet just fifteen minutes away. .. a large, or if you prefer, a small spacious suite or kitchenette awaits your coming. Charming" |)eo[jle for your companions ... a dining room of famed cuisine ... c(uiet, elegantly efficient service ... a home with the atmos phere of a fine country cluh furnished with a sophisticated taste you love. Over looking Lincoln Park's new chain jjionshij) golf course and the beautiful breeze-swe|:>t Lake and Belmont Harbor. Just the {>lace you've longed for— richly smart— yet with single room and kitchenette rates surprising ly reasonable. That's the Belmont... where Chicago's fastidious folks live! Wbere you ought to live ! Attendez — madam and monsieur — may we show you about I 1XIMCNT Sheridan Rd. at Belmont Harbor 1 bone Bittersweet 0. 1 OO B. B. Wilson, Mgr. 36 TUECUICAGOAN CHICAGO'S SMARTEST NEAR-LOOP APARTMENT HOTEL Only ten minutes to the loop and tbree blocks from Lincoln Park — I he Park Dearborn offers tbe finest in hotel homes. Large, airy rooms, spacious closets, beautiful furnishings, mod ern salon, snops and com missary in building and com plete hotel service all at moderate rentals makes tbe Park Dearborn your ideal hotel. Beautiful roof garden free to guests. 85 % of pres ent occupancy under iease. 1/2 Rooms Living room, dinette and kitchen, f win or do.ible Inadors. Dressing* room and bath. $85 to $110. 2V2 Rooms Living room. Inador beds, bedroom — twin or double beds. Dinette and kitchen. Dressing room and bath. $125 to $I?o. 3/2 Rooms Living room, Inador beds, bedroom (twin or double) dining room, kitchen, bath. $150 to $aoo. Hotel Rooms 1 w i n or double beds. Large and airv. $65 to ^80 •Daily. Weekly, Monthly and Lei'.se Hates • \\ e ad vise your early inspection. Zhelve dixtz/cJ2ortk$)earbor/2$hrkmyat&>ed2e Telephone W Whitehall 5620 and probably other shops about the city. One of the most popular powders of the past year has been Primrose House's successful Beige Chiffon. Now the Chiffon appears in a new tone to blend with the lighter frocks of spring and summer and with the great areas of white that appear everywhere on our clothes. This is a bit lighter than the beige with a faint rosy cast that is lovely with outdoor complexions. The box is new too and very handsome in an ivory-like composition and smart clasp in front. Another process that ha^ always been a rather messy chore is the appli cation of liquid deodorants. The manufacturers warn you not to rub the liquid on but if you pat it in with absorbent cotton it's bound to trickle. The thing is splendidly solved by the applicator in the new Instant Odorono bottle. This, by the way, is a new product as well as a new applicator. Instant Odorono is delightfully efficaci ous in checking prespiration for from one to three days and may be used any time as it is mild but immediately effective and dries instantly. The applicator is a real joy. A stem is strongly embedded in the bakelite cap and reaches down to the very bot tom of the bottle so that every drop is used up. At the bottom of the stem there is a sponge just large enough so that when it is drawn through the neck of the bottle the excess liquid is squeezed off. No trickling, no spilling — it's grand. an enviable reputation A charming, distinctive hotel — pat ronized by worthwhile people. Ever- present, yet unobtrusive service, with management of the highest order. A famous Dining Room— with mod erate priced menus — table d'hote or a la carte. The highest type of hotel- home— yet rates unusually attractive. 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