n& CUICAGOAN H August, 1931 Price 50 cents SPUD MENTHOL-COOLED C I GAR ETTES 20 FOR 20c (U. S.1...SO FOR 30c (CANADA) J&I <UU*L THESE AND Th E I R IMPERTURBABLE ASSURANCE ^o natural for these charming, well-groomed people to have discovered Spud their welcome new freedom in old-fashioned tobacco enjoyment. Because, fastidious in all things, they found in Spud not only a lusty limitless cigarette enjoyment . . . but also their imperturbable assurance of being continually "mouth-happy." The Axton-Fisher Tobacco Company, Inc., Louisville, Kentucky. i? Ov 1' BE IN "THE MARKET" FOR AUGUST SALE VALUES Let us quote some "Golden Opportunities from our August Sale stocks FURS The new 1931 styles expressed in beau tiful furs. Persian lambs, ermines, youthful raccoons, at the new 1931 prices, quoted lower than in years. A practical investment! Sixth Floor FURNITURE It's a record August for furniture val ues . . . individual pieces and suites are priced on a new 1931 price basis. Inquire about our extended payment plan. Eighth Floor SHOES Every, member of the family will profit by buying their coming season shoe needs now when prices are so attrac tively low! Reductions on all shoes in all the shoe sections. r" '* Fifth Floor NOT TO MENTION The August Sales and Sellings in housefurnishings ... in apparel . . . in accessories. This is the opportune time to buy . . . when every purchase represents an investment! MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY August, 1931 3 warn ^STEPPING SISTERS— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Good, coarse fun about three ex -beef trust gals who carried spears in the same burlesque show twenty years earlier when a shank was a shank and breasts were buzzooms, and who hold a reunion after their two decades separation. Blanche Ring, Helen Raymond and Isabel Ran- dolph are the three old troupers. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +H1GH HAT— Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Edna Hibbard goes clean in a sprightly little summer diversion, although she is discovered in bed by the ris ing curtain and left there by the final one. James Spottswood and Richard Taber are on stage quite often and ably support Miss Hib bard. And it's all good, clean fun. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. +THE MODERN. VIRGIN.— Gar- rick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Roger Pryor, Margaret Sul- lavan and Herbert Rawlinson in a comedy about latter-day young people. Opening August 7. -fcSALT WATER— Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Taylor Holmes and Fiske O'Hara, both old favorites here, in a comedy by Frank Craven. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Opening August 22. c O N T E N T S MUSIC RAVINIA OPERA — Hollycourt 2000, Highland Park 2727. Every evening at 8:15. Concerts Thurs days and Sundays at 3 :00. Gate admission, $1.25. Four hundred free seats. Reserved seats, $3.50, $3.00, $2.50, $2.00, $1.50, $1.25. Special opera trains, C. &? N. W. Ry. and North Shore Line, to gate; round trip fare, $1.00. THE GRAMOPHONE SHOP— 18 East 48th St., New York City sends us along a bale of new rec ords. In case you haven't heard of this boutique, you may well re gard it as the gramophone center of America. The gentlemen in charge will probably guarantee to get any record anywhere in the world for you, even if they have to send an expedition into Africa for it. The following will give you a sample of what they stock: PATIENCE— Gilbert and Sullivan (H. M. V. Gramophone Co. Ltd.). Twenty records that give you al most every note and every Gilber- tian word (except the rather dull dialogue) of this immortal comic opera. The Bunthorne is George Baker, who sang MacHeath in The Beggar's Opera for many a Chicago audience. Other notables in the cast are Derek Oldham, Bertha Page 1 TAKING OFF, by Burnham C. Curtis 4 ENTERTAINMENT — A Critical Survey 11 EDITORIAL 13 CHICAGO ANA, Conducted by Donald Plant 17 THE CURE FOR PROHIBITION, by Col. Ira L. Reeves 18 HUMOR, by E. Simms Campbell 19 SO YOU'RE STAYING IN ILLINOIS, by Arthur Meeker, Jr. 20 BETWEEN CHUKKERS, by Paul Brown 21 CHICAGO IN POLO, by Peter Vischer 22 SUGAR AND RAKES AND EGGS, by A. George Miller 23 BLAZING THE TRAIL, by Edward Everett Altrock 24 RECOGNITION, by Gaba 25 HEAD WINDS AND CALMS, by D. E. Hobelman 26 CONTRACT BRIDGE, by Drs. Pratt and Sherman 27 PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, by Helen Young. 29 EUROPE IN THREE LETTERS, by Durand Smith 31 SAMUEL INSULL— A PORTRAIT, by Sandor 32 SEASCAPES, by Leon Lundmark 33 HOW MODERN ART CAME TO CHICAGO, by C. J. Bulliet 37 PICTURES ABOUT TOWN— A SECTION 45 AMERICAN PLAN, by Lucia Lewis 46 SPORT DIAL 47 SHALL WE JOIN THE LADIES? by Anne Armstrong 48 MIMES IN MIMEOGRAPH, by William C. Boyden 51 PICTURE PERSONALITY, by William R. Weaver 53 ANNUAL PIPE DREAM, by Robert Pollak 55 WHAT MAKES DANCE MODERN? by Mark Turbyfill 57 LIMBER IS AS LIMBER DOES, by Marcia Vaughn 59 RETURN OF THE STYLIST, by The Chicagoenne 60 YOUR HAT AND STICK, by Herbert Hunter chicagoan photographs by Henry C. Jordan THE CHICAGOAN — William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Clifford, General Manager — is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, 407 South Dearborn street, Chicago, 111. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Bldg., Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Francisco. Sub scription $5.00 annually; single copy 50c. Vol. XII, No. 1. August, 1931. Copyright 1931. Entered as second class matter March 25, 1927, at the Post Office at Chicago, 111., under the act of March 3, 1879. Lewis, who does all the persecuted spinsters of the Savoy bards, and Winifred Lawson. The production is, of course, under the supervision of Rupert D'Oyly Carte. The ar ticulation of the singers is some thing too beautiful. If American enunciation were as good as this, and incidentally, if there were any one around who could write lyrics like Mr. Gilbert, there would be fewer groans on the subject of opera in English. The complete album, duty added, is not too ex pensive. For Gilbert and Sullivan fans its purchase is almost an ob ligation. EIGHT POPULAR GERMAN SONGS— (Odeon). A neat bun dle of contemporary hits from op eretta and talkie bound in a Gramophone Shop album. The ar tist, God love him, is Richard Tauber, tenor who sings everything from Just a Gigolo to Schubert with divine perfection. Included in this octet is the gigolo song (notice, by the way, that Tauber doesn't drool over it), a pair of hits from Kalmann's Das Veilchen vom Montmartre and four from the German talkie, Die Grose Attra\~ tion. One of the latter four, and naturally the best one, is by Franz Lehar. The German texts come neatly printed on little blue papers and are, in some instances, in credibly sappy. One vows solemn ly that "no other lady is as pretty as you are, no other lady has as much charm, therefore I lie at your feet and ponder on your beauty." Look out, Gus Kahn! SCHON 1ST DIE WELT— Franz Lehar (Odeon). Six songs from a fairly recent operetta by an authen tic old master. Tauber sings two solos, a damsel named Gitta Alpar with a delicious light soprano sings two. They join in two duets. The waltz song, Schon ist die Welt, is one of the greatest Lehar has ever written, a simple soaring apostro phe to a world at present out of favor. The orchestra of the Met- ropole Theatre lends a sturdy back ground. Listen carefully to vocal line and orchestral counterpoint and you will discover why Lehar is a finer composer than so many of the phonies who are still heard in the sacred halls of grand opera. LE ROI PAUSOIE — Arthur Honeg- ger (Odeon). A selection from his new musical comedy conducted by the composer in the Paris studios of the Odeon company. Six faces. Mile. Gills and M. Dorville assist as principals. The music is witty and graceful but it would be too precious to appeal to American musical comedy audiences. A curi ous mixture of Massenet, jazz, a lit tle Louise, and not too much Honegger. Rumor says that the libretto is quite dirty. BACH ORGAN ML/SIC— (Odeon). A large gold album of organ music recorded from the playing of Louis Vierne on the organ at Notre Dame. Included are four chorales and the C minor Fantasia. Odd faces are filled in with compositions of the executant. Excellent inter pretation and a masterly technique, but these are not for you if you don't like the way the pipe organ sounds on a gramophone record. Either do I. CINEMA RESUME— Quality trend for the month was sharply up, with the mercury and without the market. Advices below are dependable for guidance in attendance upon the neighborhood cinema, if the eve ning's that way. YOUNG AS YOU FEEL — Will Rogers and Fifi Dorsay make Father Time ridiculous and cus tomers gay. [See it.] A SON OF INDIA— Ramon No- varro in much big talk of little moment. [Don't see it.] THE GREAT LOVER— Adolphe Menjou, with Gene Markey at the continuity, modernizes an old stage favorite favorably. [Attend.] THE MIRACLE WOMAN— Bar bara Stanwyck and Sam Hardy re make The Miracle Man, reversing the sexes and just lightly suggest ing Aimee Semple McPherson, with surprisingly good results. [If evangelists interest you.] THE PUBLIC ENEMY— An all- 4 The Chicagoan She came to STEVENS for her new Cloth Coat — She looks as though she'd been to PARIS/ For she is one of those wise women who realize that a costume is only as smart as its coat! And she wanted to achieve the fascinat ing new silhouette in all the perfection of Paris design and workmanship! She chose this Vionnet copy, richly furred with silver Blue Fox to accent the slim, trim, heirless waistline and the new, straight skirt! Black, Boxwood green, and Sable brown in Forstmann's new Cherkessa. Misses' sizes $185 And, being a person who appreciates values, she shopped during our famous AUGUST COAT SALE and the 20% discount on all new coats, $85 and up, made it only $148. You too, can find just the Coat you want at pricesthathaveheretoforebeen unknown in our COAT SECTION— THIRD FLOOR CHAS. A. STEVENS & BROS. 19-25 NORTH STATE STREET Store Open 9:30 to 6 August, 1931 5 Chicago story weaving our more dramatic gang history into a sting ing argument for bigger and better jails. [Better see it.] ARIZONA — Augustus Thomas' re vered classic incredibly maimed, mutilated and murdered. [By no means.] WOMEN LOVE ONCE— A dreary business about an artist and his long-suffering wife, Paul Lukas and Eleanor Boardman sharing the pain. [No.] CHANCES— Rose Hobart and the second-generation Fairbanks fight the war all over again. [Don't bother.] SMART MONEY— Edward (Little Caesar) Robinson achieves another brilliant characterization. [If you gamble.] THE SMILING LIEUTENANT— Maurice Chevalier and Claudette Colbert directed by Ernst Lubitsch in a score by Strauss and the best picture in recent months. [By all means.] THE BLACK CAMEL — Warner Oland solves another murder mys tery. [These are the best of these.] THREE WHO LOVED— Just a story of three who loved. [Forget it.] A FREE SOUL — Lionel Barrymore and Norma Shearer at their respec tive bests. [If you haven't seen it, do.] TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wabash 1088. There are the Dickens Room, the Italian Room, (the Nursery and the Black Cat Room at the top of the old Pull man Building overlooking the lake, Grant Park and the Art Institute, but overlooking nothing at all in perfectly prepared foods, comfort, atmosphere and service. Mr. Hieronymus is in charge. ST. HUBERT'S OLD ENGLISH GRILL— 316 Federal. Webster 0770. Really an old English inn with waiters in scarlet jackets. And here, too, all the noble dishes of Albion are served up impeccably in a most soothing Anglo-Saxon atmosphere. Yes, indeed, God save our gracious St. Hubert's! Mr. Dawell oversees. LAIGLON — 22 E. Ontario. Dela ware 1909. A French establish ment that is much attended these days and nights. In the kitchen everything is well seen to and the French and Creole dishes draw those who would dine well. There are private dining rooms, altogether a grand idea, and a pleasant band. M. Teddy Majerus takes care. MAILLARD'S— 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. In the Straus Building and a moderately snooty luncheon, tea and dinner place. Pleasant surroundings and pleas ant-looking people. There are four Rooms downstairs and the Tower Tea Room at the top of the build ing which is open only during the summer months. They'll check your dog, too. M. Moulin is maitre. PICCADILLY — 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 1975. Here, too, you have a fine view of the lake from the fourth floor of the Fine Arts Building. And you'll care for the murals in the several Rooms, the moderately priced menu and dining in the summer court under large umbrellas where it's always cool. EIGHTH IN A SEQUENCE OF GRATIS CHICAGOAN ESCUTCHEONS BY SANDOR. There is a men's grill, also. Mr. Chapin is in charge. LA LOUISIANE — 1341 S. Michi gan. Michigan 1837. The fine old art of Creole cooking, and French and Southern, too, is practiced here, and elaborately so under the careful eye of M. Gaston Alciatore of that old New Orleans family of restaurateurs. Local and visiting epicures are fortunate that M. Gaston, grandson of the original Antoine, decided to uphold the family tradition in Chicago. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. An old German inn with a menu equal to that of any dining place of any German metropolis where innumerable and astonishing Teutonic dishes are of fered, and have been for several decades. Papa Gallauer is there to attend you. GRAYLING'S— 410 N. Michigan. Whithall 7600. A moderately ex clusive luncheon, tea and dinner choice well patronized by nice peo ple. It is right at the bridge, in the Wrigley Annex, and while the feminine taste is catered to up front, there is a grill room for men in the rear. CHEZ LOUIS— 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. French and Ameri can catering to a notable clientele. M. Louis Steffen has brought with him his old Opera Club and Ciro's chefs and staff, so you know that everything is perfectly prepared and attended to. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. A Swedish par lor, with costumed Swedish wait resses and works of Scandinavian craftsmen, offering, besides their famous smorgasbord, any number of succulent Nordic and American dishes. The variety will really amaze you. Mrs. Palm is in charge. HARDING'S COLONIAL ROOM — 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Pooular, efficient and a nice variety of foodstuffs. Famous, and justly so, for its tempting kitchen work and service. SHEPARD TEA ROOM— 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. Tucked in between the Blackstone and Congress Hotels, in the arcade of the Arcade Building, is this neat tea room where the menu is ex tensive enough to please anyone, the food is extraordinarily good and the prices are very reasonable. /ULIEN'S — 1009 Rush. Delaware 0040. The frogs' legs and scal lops are unsurpassed and tre mendous portions of everything are served. Mama Julien smiles and oversees, and you'd better telephone for reservations. Morning — Noon — Nigh t DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Larg est of the class inns and well pat ronized by a gay, usually young crowd. Bill Donahue and his or chestra play. A la carte service. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Sat urday, $2.50. Peter Ferris is head- waiter. Table d'hote dinner in the Italian Room, $1.50. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 5300 block, Sheridan Road. Long- beach 6000. Paul Whiteman and his thirty piece orchestra playing nightly. Week nights, dinners, $2.00 and $2.50 plus a cover charge of $0.50; admission for after dinner guests, $1.25. Satur day nights, dinner, $2.50 plus a cover charge of $1.25; admission for after dinner guests, $2.00. BLACKSTONE HOTEL— 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. Long a touchstone of boulevard civiliza tion, the Blackstone continues its unquestionable prestige. Margraff directs the String Quintette and Otto Staack is maitre. CONGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Dinner in the Pompeiian Room, $1.50. The Balloon Room will reopen in the fall. PALMER HOUSE— State at Mon roe. Randolph 7500. In the Empire Room, dinners, $2.00. The Victorian Room and the Chi cago Room are closed for the summer. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Mich igan. Wabash 4400. Dinner and dancing in the Oak Room on the main floor every night except Sunday. Dinner, $1.50. No cover charge. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The splendid Shoreland cuisine and hospitality are a delight to southside diners-out. Dinner, $2.00. HOTEL LA SALLE— Lai Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Carl Moore and his band play on the Roof Garden. Dinners, $2.00 and no cover charge. After nine o'clock, cover charge, $1.00. HOTEL SHERMAN — Clark at Randolph. Franklin 2100. Bobby Meeker and his orchestra at Col lege Inn. Maurie Sherman and his band play for tea dances. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL— 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. A pleasant place with an ample menu and alert service. Con venient for the southside diners- out, especially. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. Gifford is in charge. HOTEL WINDERMERE— E. 56th St. at Hyde Park Blvd. Fairfax 6000. Fronting on Jackson Park and famous throughout the years as a delightful place to dine. Two dining rooms; no dancing. Din ners, $2.00 and $1.50. Blessman will greet you. A ^mi W^r BOOKS PERSONALS— Eleanor De Lamater takes ten assorted local items from a small town paper and juggles them into a cross between Jalna and a sort of non-malicious Main Street. A lively device and not a half bad story. [Yes: and be thankful to get it in August.] A FAREWELL TO INDIA— A new, and highly sophisticated, contribu tion to the twin arguments started by Gandhi and Katherine Mayo, put, by Edward Thompson, into the form of a novel. [And it con tains beauty and humor as well as the material of controversy.] BREAK-UP— Hagar Wilde discusses the speakeasy's contribution to the matrimonial troubles of youngish New Yorkers. [Tell me whether you think it is an improvement on Carl Van Vechten to have them sober a part of the time.] JOHN MISTLETOE — Christopher Money sets down the complica tions, literary and otherwise, of his first forty years, in his most fanci ful and leisurely Bowling Green manner. [If you are a Morley fan or have a taste for literary gos- A YANKEE IN PATAGONIA— Trader Horn is dead : long live Edward Chace. Robert and Kath arine Barrett, who first met him on his own sheep ranges in Patagonia, have here written down the story that they persuaded him to remem ber for them. [It sounds fairly safe to believe.] AUDACIOUS FOOL— Outdoor life among the idle rich along the lazy Mississippi coast, and a love affair that brings on a Central American revolution, as shaken by Taylor Bynum. [Here's vacation reading for you.] MEXICO — A Study in Two Ameri cas: A travel book, in which Stuart Chase strings his descrip tions and anecdotes upon a serious, and sympathetic, discussion of the Aztec revival. Line drawings by Rivera. [Yes: it will save you a lot of time and trouble.] SHADOWS ON THE ROCK— A souvenir of old Quebec which is also a first water Willa Cather. [Of course.] MRS. G ASK ELL AND HER FRIENDS — Biography of a Mary Roberts Rinehart who sold stories to Charles Dickens, by Elizabeth Haldane. Un-jazzed. [Well, I liked it.] 6 The Chicagoan (PacAarcl Jmproi/ententL- tnataic/e a new meaning to £uvurioui 'Transportations Never before has Packard offered new cars with so many or such im portant improvements. Outstanding among them all are the six unusual features illustrated below. Ride Control — Packard hydraulic shock absorbers are nowinstantlyadjust- able from the dash. Synchro -Mesh — All Packards now have the new four- speed, synchro- mesh transmission. Engine Flotation — The refined Packard Straight- Eight engine is now "floated" on rubber. Body Insulation— The new Packard bodies are fully in sulated against noise and temperature. Front End Stabi lizers — Onthelong- er Packards the front bumper in cludes a stabilizing device at each end. Interior Luxury— The new Packard bodies are more sturdily construct ed, more luxurious, than ever before. e near PACKARD EIGHTS INTIRErr neur in etrerqiAinq save mndamentat ' lineL and Jtraiqhteiaht motor principle From bumper to bumper, outside and inside, mechani cally and artistically, the Continental Series Packard cars are entirely new — completely redesigned. While the char acteristic beauty of Packard lines and eight-in-line prin ciple of motor design are retained, even these fundamental features show tremendous refinements. The new Packards are a truly great advance in luxurious transportation. Come in and examine the new Packards in detail. Take the wheel of your favori te model and drive anywhere you wish. Then ride as a passenger. Only then will you appre ciate that Packard engineers have done more than improve the beauty and performance of Packard cars, more than perfect new conveniences for the driver. You will find that true luxury and utmost riding comfort for passengers as well as driver were major considerations in the designing of these new and thoroughly modern cars. Bodies are lower and roomier, with lines refined and mod ernized. Wheelbases are longer and the tread is wider. The motor is far more powerful — quieter, smoother. All models are equipped with the exclusive new Packard Ride Control, the new Packard-built, four-speed synchro- mesh transmission and many other new features. If you buy any other car than a new Packard this summer it will be at the sacrifice of supreme riding comfort. No other cars have all the modern features which make the new Packards not only the easiest riding cars in the en tire world but also the easiest to operate. See these cars today. Why not own the only truly up-to-date car? PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY OF CHICAGO 2357 So. Michigan Ave. 3156 Sheridan Road 1735 E. Railroad Ave., Evanston 925 Linden Ave., Hubbard Woods August, 1931 7 For the benefit of late arrivals RIQ (alias Richard Atwatcr) takes a bow. Former univer sity instructor, book reviewer, playwright, author, columnist and scholar -ab out-town. THE C H I C A G DAILY NEWS PRESENTS RIQ'S RUMBLE SEAT crow's nest for that genial raconteur and keen observer — Richard Atw at er. Here's an unusual weekly program for Spectator Sportsmen who want their current events fresh, sprightly and different. Featured attractions include the foibles and fancies of the town; mots bon and bum; retorts courteous and otherwise: asides and stage whispers; the amusing incidents and smart gossip of our busy village. Spectator sportsmen who seek a review of the town's spice and verve view it most enjoyably from "Riq's Rumble Seat" every Wednesday in MIDWEEK with The Daily News . . . another reason why Jxk- y^maAtto- r\zac( THE DAILY NEWS CHICAGO'S HOME NEWSPAPER 8 The Chicagoan iocial §oleci§m§ (Daily News Photo) Asleep at the slips; a marine study featuring our Felice in the dawn of discovery that Jackson Park and Belmont Harbor are leagues apart — and that time, tide and Mackinac cruises wait for no woman. 5 For Felice and others (if others there be) who know not abaft from abeam or weather from lee, we suggest a daily reading of S. S. (Salty to you) Bell and his column on boats and boating in The Daily News. It's the only year-round daily review of the sport in Chicago. Zestful, interesting, authori tative. Wherever in Chicago men go down to the lake in yawls, sloops or white flannels, Salty' s column is ship's log and pilot. *JAnd for her further education in things of the mad and merry moment, Felice will find in the pages of The Daily News a It's Smart to Read notable company of excellent writers on sports, books, music, the drama and what interests you. Chicago's home newspaper August, 1931 9 Wjlfadison &"t^}msted LARGEST FURNITURE STORE IN CHICAGO AT THE RIGHT Splendid reproduction ofan old Saw Buck Table, solid maple, 2Qx6oinches, $28. Benches to match, each, $12. The Stools, each, $5.50. COLONIAL MIRRORS FROM $3.25 A PAIR TO $110.00 A PIECE FREE TAXI SERVICE from any p-Ant in the Loop to this Store. Or from any doivntoivr. R. R. Station. FREE AUTO PARKING In the Cjlass of Ct a s hi 0 n AT THE LEFT Normandy Settee covered in tan chintz, $29. 50. Normandy Arm Chair with chintz cushion, $9.75. Coffee Table of maple, 15x23x21 in. high, $5.75. Colonial Cricket, $1.95. OPEN EVERY SATURDAY AND MONDAY EVENING UNTIL 1 0 P. M. 10 The Chicagoan CHICAGOAN THIS is the correct time and place to say something appropriate, significant and important if possible, about the new format. Edi tors are supposed to say such things, on such occasions, and Gosh — we may as well tell you, for no one else will — how they dread it. We've seen them, in these extremities, stalk morosely about their offices for days, eyes dim, in that blank way presumed to indicate profound cogitation, collars open, tempers short and progressively shorter with the onrush of editorial deadline. They are not good company. Professionally interested, we've read what they've written when, as somehow magically happens, their abused typewriters have yielded up at long last the phrases their cudgelled brains have steadfastly declined to disgorge. It's been terrible stuff, invariably, tinselled verbiage masking a complete absence of thought, and we've decided to do our little utmost, here and now, to end the whole silly business by exposing it in all its pitiable absurdity. The custom began, as most journalistic customs did, in the reputedly good old days when a periodical appeared periodically (as differen- tiated from daily, weekly, monthly — even fortnightly) and repre- sented the personal toil of the editor during the period elapsed since appearance of the preceding issue. The toil of an editor in those days was toil indeed. He was, often as not, the one-man personnel of his publishing plant. Whatever was done he did (there are quite a number of things to be done for a publication besides writing) and it was no wonder that he felt like telling people about it when he had finished, particularly since he knew most or all of his readers personally and, by this means, spared himself a great deal of con versational exercise. Further, having done all of these things un aided, knowing them as integral parts of himself, products of his mental and manual labor, he had not only a proper right to say something about them but, in most cases, something to say about them as well. Note this last. The modern editor is different. That is, his job is. The editor per se is much the same, a little thinner of skin, a deal less versatile, a bit more sure of himself, with less reason to be, but still funda mentally a fellow fond of pretending to himself that people care about what he writes and care most when he writes about himself or his paper. He is the kind of person who, in such a circumstance as the present, believes that he can tell his reader something about the pub lication (which that reader is even then holding in his hands and can jolly well learn about for himself) that will be interesting, useful, worth the space it takes to tell it. That's his blind spot. We're not going to duplicate this hoary folly. We're not, for that matter, a modern editor. We often wonder whether we're an editor at all. We're especially skeptical about it just now, having twiddled our metaphorical thumbs while brisk young artisans have been quietly fabricating this amazing magazine upon which we abruptly find ourselves high and dry, and we'd rather be skeptical about just that than anything else we can think of at the given moment. The editor, in character, is our idea of a pretty dreadful thing. The Test of the Taft AT one point in the preparation of this number it seemed a good l idea to photograph, draw, or in some fashion reproduce for the decoration at top of the Entertainment Department, Mr. Lorado Taft's The Procession of Time. In our early enthusiasm for the idea, which may be acted upon later, we made our way to the Washington Park site of the work and to confounding discoveries. The Procession of Time, you recall, stands at the western extrem ity of the Midway, which is bounded on the right — as ignored by the figure of Time — by the stately halls of the University of Chi cago. History is heavy over the scene. Along this depressed expanse of greensward, and spilling grandly into Jackson Park toward the lake, the Columbian Exposition throve in '93. Not a great way west of here the original Washington Park race track glorified a gay generation. Mr. Taft's sculped pronouncement — that Time stands still, life passes — is perfectly placed. We were idle with reflections like these as the motor whisked us southward along the sheer boulevards that make Hyde Park neigh bor to the loop. We came to what was the Fine Arts Building and is, by the magic of Mr. Julius Rosenwald's benevolence, the finer Museum of Arts and Sciences. We entered the Midway from Jackson Park, we dawdled along its westbound traffic lane, and we came at last to The Procession of Time and to startling verification of its sculptor's theme. The basin at the foot of the great granite pile was filled with water. The water was filled with children, not the Nordics pre dominant in the tremendous design above, but the Africs repre sented therein by a single vague figure. Time, we observed, has stood still indeed, while life has passed apace, and if we have ever doubted the public appreciation of sculpture we never shall again — they've taken Mr. Taft not only at his word but with a vengeance. Alls Fair WITH heart more mellowed than burdened by these Wash ington Park experiences (oh, we drove about the place, noting the grand new artillery shed, marvelling at the picture that is the white-clad black man and woman at tennis in those immaculate grilled enclosures) we returned to Jackson Park, skirted the great arc of beach and noted with curiously apathetic interest that not all of the bathers here are Nordic either, and then swung into that incomparable drive to Town through what is to be the Century of Progress setting. This, as we told you some while back, is the longest unimpeded drive in any great city, a possible ten miles in a reasonably safe fraction over eleven minutes, leading past the Travel and Transpor tation Building and between Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium to Grant Park. This, we found to our immense bewilderment, is not what it used to be. The main thoroughfare has been blocked off at Twenty-third street, shunting motorists -into a winding drive that would look very pretty with a rose border. This devious road winds tediously, if luxuriously, toward the southwest corner of the stadium and then executes a hair pin curve negotiable at ten miles an hour to bring you back to where you'd have been had you kept straight on. The reason for this, it seems, is the erection of a Hall of Science which is to stand (with passage below, we devoutly hope) directly athwart the northbound drive. We don't doubt that it will be a notable structure, and essential no end, but just now it's a meaning less obstruction adding a fretful sixty seconds and a substantial hazard to the noblest stretch of motor road in these United States. A rather reverse advertisement, we'd say, for a Hall of Science. The Town in Summer THERE are, in spite of Mr. Meeker's implied denial on another page, less pleasant places than Chicago in which to pass a sum mer. Chicago in summer, or at any other season of the year, is pretty | largely what you make it, and this summer you could make it pretty ' large if you cared to. Most people did. While we would be among the very last to argue that staying at home is more to be desired than going away, what with the notori ously broadening influence of travel and all of those things weighing to the contrary, we can't quite suppress a chuckle born of the spec tacle of Chicagoans, many of them at home in midsummer for the first time in their nomad lives, enjoying the Town with all the fervor of a burgher from the provinces. It's been no less than splendid. The turnout for Arlington, particularly on Classic day, lacked nothing save the royal presence, and the junior Windsor could have but taken the same royal beating on Twenty Grand that everyone else did, nor taken it more royally. Attendance on polo at On- wentsia, to the piqued amazement of visitors who seemed to anticipate at least a bleachers for Indians, was not less but more distinguished, saying nothing at all of the sport. The Mackinac race, the annual horse shows, Ravinia for perfect evenings — if there were point in saying that the Town is self-sustaining it could be said with finality. Maybe there is. SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE CHICAGO JLl&hA. Dining in Town or Dancing in the Moonlight • Smart people wear scintillating beaded chiffons . . . plain chiffons . . . imported Faille Silks . . . Soft Laces . . . Flowery Chiffons. • Saks-Fifth Avenue presents a new and appealing collection of summery evening fashions . . . they suit the season, the occasion and the times. • Skirts not too long is the message from the leading Paris Coutouriers. 55.00 to 185.00 Q0o itten s an cl ^fflisses csashio cJeconcl c7~loor ns North Michigan at Chestnut 12 The Chicagoan CHICAGOANA An Rye and Ear to the Din and Whim of the Town YOU'VE been reading a lot about Col. George D. ("Greeter") Gaw, the un salaried official Greeter for the City of Chi cago. You've seen his pictures, too, greeting visiting members of nobility, airmen, well- knowns of other cities and countries, cinema stars and anyone else who ought to be officially welcomed. Col. Gaw was out of town for a few weeks when we called on him. And we couldn't find out who was going to greet him when he returned. But Col. Gaw is right-handed and he hasn't a middle name; the D. was just tucked in for fun. You know about his official uniform, too: blue jacket, white trousers, white shirt, blue tie, white shoes. His tailor is Emil Skogsberg 145 N. Clark Street. Mr. Skogsberg has been making the Colonel's clothes for years and likes his work. The Colonel just loves flowers, especially roses. His favorite color is white, which is just as well, because his official greeting car is a white Nash and the members of the official escort are mounted on white motorcycles. Col. Gaw doesn't like people who ask him silly questions, but he likes almost everybody else. Miss Brophy, his secretary, told us all this. He's very genial and merry and hearty and confident and democratic when he greets people, officially or unofficially, and he's always the same about it all. AND that's what we wanted to talk with i. him about. We wanted to suggest that, probably the most formal greeting is that of the stiff shirt world. It is made with great ceremony: a military click of the heels, a bow from the hips with waist-to-head stiffness and an angle depending on the executer's age and Conducted by Donald Plant build — forty-five degrees for forty-five years and so forth. When meeting counts and coun tesses Col. Gaw ought to use this form. He could perform it as he would the number twelve movement of his setting-up exer cises, only in formal garb, of course. The other extreme (the most informal greeting) requires less effort. Let us suppose a plati num blonde is standing on a cor ner ogling at him as he drives by in his snow-white car. First the brakes should be applied, then the index finger of the right hand raised and a few cordial words of greeting spoken, such as: "Hi, babe, going north?" To make an impression on in coming cinema queens, Rou manian queens or governors' wives Col. Gaw really ought to implant a kiss upon the hand of the visitor. This would give him, at the start, the appearance of old Kentucky breeding. It should not be done with celerity, but rather with ease, grace and painstaking movements, so that the kiss may sink in. The Cyrano Salute really comes first. It should be used when the guest has just stepped from her train and is still a few yards away and, anyway, probably isn't quite sure which of the welcoming party is Col. Gaw. The sweeping gesture made by doffing the hat and throwing out the "hat-arm" (though not, — be careful here, Colonel — of its socket) will at tract her attention. If the lady still fails to recognise the Greeter, he may always resort to smoothing his hair, as though that were why he had removed his hat in the first place. And of course this could easily go on for pages, but what we'd really like to know is: What will Col. Gaw's Christmas cards be this year? Hit and Fun Driver RECENTLY there was an automobile acci- i. dent, as there so often is, at a busy street intersection. A large, heavy sedan had bashed into a small, light coupe. The driver of the big car was obviously in the wrong, as several witnesses proved later. The little car was pretty badly smashed up, front pushed in, head lights shattered, fenders accordian- plaited. But at the wheel of the small car sat the driver, laughing heartily, and seemingly unhurt, except, possibly, for a few bruises. The nearby traffic officer, who had also witnessed the collision, came up to take names, license numbers and all that sort of thing. "My God, man," said the astonished cop approaching the battered coupe and driver, "Your sure you ain't hurt? What are you laughing at?" "Plenty," said the driver, "Plenty. That sap," and he pointed to the puffy-cheeked gen tleman in the large sedan, "is president of my accident insurance company." He Lost His Job WE have the following story from a recently returned traveler, and, while it may be hard to believe, it is amusing. A renowned pisciculturist, head of an even more renowned Continental aquarium, called in one of his lesser, but none the less able subordinates. "Dr. Schultz," he said, "I have an import ant mission for you to undertake. If success ful, it ought to make you famous." "I am ready, sir," replied the doctor. "Very well," continued his superior, "I want you to go in search of, and bring back, a specimen of the Blennius ocellaris, or butter fly-fish, preferably the Macropodus viridi' auratus. And no loitering, mind you. Good bye and good luck. "Thank you, sir," said the doctor. And he went off to pack. AFTER a long journey by sea the doctor /v landed at an out-of-the-way port. When he had made known his destination, a lake in the interior, he experienced great difficulty in securing guides and pack animals. With gold and promises, however, he completed prepara tions for the expedition. He set forth for the interior with his guides and beasts of burden. The third day out, or perhaps in, all of the former and all but one of the latter deserted him. That one, a llama of seeming intelligence, had taken a fancy to the doctor and had decided to stick it out. Its name was Andrew. Jungle life was cruel to the doctor and Andrew. Trouble and even battles with natives, reptiles and wild beasts were frequent. Fights with boas, cobras, basilisks, geckos, iguanas and seps to say nothing of an occa sional varanus, were most trying. The lives of the doctor and Andrew were constantly being sought, too, by chacmas, aard- wolves, capybaras, bahirousas, mandrills, jer boas, phalangers, vicugnas and sometimes lions, tigers and leopards. Though the last three usually turned up their noses at the pair. The doctor's provisions gave out in time and hunting was poor. Matches got wet, blankets were lost, his apparel was torn. And Andrew ate his sun helmet. A forest fire and the loss of much of his remaining equipment discouraged the doctor a bit. Then, at long last, he came to the lake where he hoped to find his quarry. THE first specimen he caught had to be used for food, for the doctor was very hungry. The second had to be prepared as a August, 1931 13 JES LIKE HIS FATHER, YOUNG WOODSON. TH' WHOLE FAMILY LOVES HORSES. broth for Andrew. But the third he deposited in a make-shift fish bowl which he had carved out of wood, and he and Andrew set out for home. The pair met with many gruesome adven tures on the journey back to the seacoast, the most terrible of which was the loss of the good and faithful Andrew and the near loss of the quarry in a treacherous waterfall. At the seaport there was a month's wait for the doctor's ship. It did arrive, though, and the doctor embarked for home. When he reached his aquarium he reported immediately to his superior, the famous pisciculturist, and proudly displayed his catch. The great man examined it carefully and then looked at the doctor. "Dr. Schultz," he said, "you are discharged. I said distinctly that I wanted a Blennius ocellaris, or butterfly-fish, preferably a Macropodus viridi'auratus, and you've brought me a Stromateus triacanthus, or but ter-fish! Why in hell didn't you write it down?" Qreater Chicago March MAYBE you haven't heard it, but prob ably you have — this Greater Chicago March that's being broadcast by several radio stations. It has been featured twice daily over WBBM, and practically every band of the better sort the world over plays it regularly. A Mr. Jacob Valentine Havener, a Chi cagoan, who has been composing songs and marches, especially marches, for years, pre pared the music. There are words, too, but it's the music that counts. Mr. Havener, by permission, dedicated the march to the Chicago World's Fair Centennial Celebration 1933, and the piece bids fair to become the official World's Fair march. The march is being played in most Euro pean countries. It was endorsed by King Albert of Belgium, and the Royal Belgian Guards Band plays it. The Munchen Mu nicipal Band and the Municipal Band of Mex ico City feature it, too. The United States Marine Corps Band and the United States Military Band play it. Orchestras and bands on the steamers of the Hamburg American Line offer the march from time to time and so do the Garde Republic Band, Paris, and the Grenadier Guards Band, London. Small town bands and large municipal bands, orchestras, Boy Scout bands, high school, prep school and military academy bands and radio station orchestras here and there around the world have been playing Mr. Hav ener's march for some time. And, if you haven't heard the march played yet, you may catch it the next time you tune in. You ought to hear it; it's good. Old Time Customs THEY were all sitting around a table in a night club talking about old times, and old places — Marigold Garden, The House that Jack Built, Edelweiss Gardens, Rienri's, Ike Bloom's, Royal Gardens, the old Green Mill and a dozen other night harbors of a decade or more ago. "But I'm a real ol' timer," said one of the party. "Why, I can even remember when you used to hide the bottles under the table." Why Not Speak Japanese? ONE of our reporters, while prowling around somewhere, came upon an Eng lish-Japanese grammer that has some pretty funny stuff in it. For instance, if you think our American barbers are dull, prosaic fellows, compare them with those of the Island Empire. Such a comparison makes our boys just so many real entertainers, that is, if we are to believe our reporter's Inglisch-Japonese word book. (The spelling, please note, is the author's, one F. Cliffenden.) This handy volume repeats verbatim a con versation between a Japanese hairdresser and his customer, in which the former starts off with a bang to make his victim razor- con scious. Says he: "The artist who undertakes to adorn, em bellish and otherwise the hair, must needs talent, imagination and genus." One would think that such a flow of words would floor the customer, but no, here is the discourteous reply: "Indeed — but, damn us, you have put me the brush into the mouth." A mere trifle, the barber reveals : "Ah, speaking when not expecting." Still the customer is not satisfied, and com plains : "I bleed, you shave me against my grain." Wrong again, for the barber has his own explanation : "Just a little pumple, sir, a bit of courting plaster and it will not be on view." THE preliminaries over, they get into the serious business of discussing the proper length of whiskers, and there is quite an argu ment over a millimeter of beard more or less. The customer wins the argument, but the barber, sly rogue that he is, cuts off the extra millimeter anyway. All this, duly recounted in both English and Japanese, is very interest ing, but perhaps a bit advanced for the reader just now, so we shall skip it and go to some thing easier. The barber is speaking: "I will cut the hair a little off the behind, but I would not dare touch the tuft of the farhead, nor about the ear." "Why not?" "Because, sir, you then have the farhead too low, and ears too long." "Jackass." There is an obvious reply to this, which we are sure must occur at once to any earnest student of Japanese, but the barber did not make it, or if he did, F. Cliffenden omitted it with a rather fine delicacy, alas, all too rare among many modern authors. Instead, the barber, with fine dignity, replies: "Please to look at the mirrow." 14 The Chicagoan Evidently the customer complies, for he says: "I see you indeed are a artist, worthy to shave and trim your temporaries." "Arigato gozaimasu," the barber replies. This means, "Thank you, very much," and, it you haven't acquired a — let us say — work ing knowledge of Japanese in this lesson, we are sure it is not the fault of our reporter, nor the fault of F. Cliffenden. '^Making Girls Better THE official organ of the Illinois Vigilance Association, Vigilence, reports, "The way of the transgressor is hard. Some time ago our Superintendent accompanied a woman of the streets to her room in order to see that she was taken to a friendly haven of rescue. The girl packed up all her belongings in a newspaper. " 'Mr. Yarrow,1 she said, 'This is all I have after ten years of sporting life' " And it might have been in that very news paper that the item appeared which stated that a full feminine costume for summer weighed only one and three-quarters pounds. What All the Shoo tin's For THUNDER and lightning don't always mean rain to Chicago's northshore suburb anites. When searching fingers of light illu minate the dark sky and low rumbles are heard, people run to their windows, but not to close them against a storm. They hurry to see the spectacle pulled off daily and nightly by the boys from Fort Sheridan. At twenty-four dollars a shot the anti-air craft defense practice holds the interest of a glorified Fourth of July for the average tax payer. For the northshore people who flock to their windows to see the grand show and the Chicagoans who gather in the highways near Fort Sheridan do not realize that they are witnessing what will be an outstanding fea ture of any future warfare. Just ask any army man, except possibly an infantryman. With airplanes so cheap that 672 of them can be bought for the price of half a battle ship, there can be little doubt in anyone's mind of the important part they will play in offensive warfare. And if you've ever thought about that you've probably wondered, too, just what is being done to develop a line of de fense for this country. The answer is anti aircraft defense, a system which endeavors to attack, from the ground, the planes of the enemy. AT Fort Sheridan during the summer t\ months, the National Guard, the R. O. T. C. and the Reserve Officers of the middle west are being trained for such protection. The defense has several phases, depending upon how high or low the enemy plane is fly ing and whether the defense is being made at night or in the daytime. Machine guns are used to attack low altitude flyers and three inch 50-calibre guns, capable of firing five miles or more, are used to attack high altitude flyers. The three inch gun with its nearly automatic fire control has roughly a five times greater efficiency in scoring hits on airplanes than the weapons used during the World War, as well as a greater mobility. Those -who have watched the practice shoot ing probably have wondered about the cigar- shaped canvas that seems to float in mid- air like a speck after the plane in flight. This is the "sleeve target" at which the practicing gun crew shoot. The sleeve is attached to the plane by a cable that extends 2,000 feet behind the plane and unreels in mid-air. To spot the sleeve, as in practice, or the air plane, as in war, great searchlights of tremen dous power are used. It is, however, practi cally impossible to pick up a target in one of these light beams by merely searching the heavens, therefore, a sound locator is provided for each searchlight crew. THE sound locator is an instrument that greatly increases the aural base line of the human ear and by means of this machine the direction of the airplane can be deter mined. The knowledge is instantly transmit ted electrically and the searchlight is thrown on the target. Tests have proved that by no amount of diving, banking, or other maneuver ing, can an airplane escape once it is in the beam of a searchlight controlled by a compe tent operator. Tracers (shells from machine guns that burst and illuminate the sky) help to spot fly ers at a low altitude. For day use there is an instrument that directs the firing by sight computations, just as the sound locator directs, by sound computations, the night firing. It is for training in the manipulation of such guns, machines and instruments that hun dreds of men come to Fort Sheridan every summer. The camp is well adapted for anti aircraft defense training because, where other centers are cramped for space, Fort Sheridan has eight miles of northshore lakefront prop erty available for flying and target practice. But the mystery of the entire countryside is: where did the officers in charge of the prac tice maneuvers get the three crack pilots who, without a chance for a D. S. medal, tow the sleeve target day and night? For it is still uncertain whether anti-aircraft defense is more dangerous to the flying pilot when he is aimed at directly by experienced gun crews or when the ground crews are composed of inexperi enced men, trying not to hit him. Hawthorne Meeting THOSE people who have been saying that Chicago, as a center of things turfic, will be coming into its own in another year or two now see a partial fulfilment of their prophecies. For another pair of innovations were chalked up for Chicago in a turf way when the Haw thorne track opened its summer meeting August 3. First, there is the electrical timer, a chrono meter that was brought all the way from Aus tralia to the west side course. It makes for accurate timing, something racing has always needed, and it compels the races to.be run at the distances called for in the conditions. The timer is attached (Continued on page 63) 'DON'T YOU TRULY THINK, MRS. TRAVERS, THAT VASSAR DID SOMETHING TO US?' August, 1931 15 COL. IRA L. REEVES Soldier, educator, engineer, author and lecturer, who has served at the front in three wars and has been president of ~Nprwich University and president and commanding officer of the post' Armistice A. E. F. University. Colonel Reeves is especially qualified to write on the subject of Prohibition, for, during 1926 and 1927 he served as Prohibition Administrator of J^ew Jersey under General Lincoln C. Andrews, then Assistant Secretary of the Treasury, in charge of Pro' hibition enforcement. His experiences during those two years were so revelatory and distasteful to him that he resigned and became secretary of the Crusaders, the national organization wor\ing for the repeal of the dry laws in favor of tern' perance. THE CURE FOR PROHIBITION A Forthright Discussion of the National Embarrassment By Col. Ira L. Reeves THE Prohibition controversy has reached that stage where the majority of people no longer think in terms of its merits or lack of merits, but in terms of how to get rid of it. Prohibition has opened the eyes of our citi zens to the danger of allowing a small but well- organized majority of fanatics to proceed un checked and unchallenged. American people have learned to their sorrow that such an or ganized minority can take advantage of a period of hysteria, brought on by war, by placing amendments into our Constitution which later are difficult, even impossible, to repeal. They have suddenly realized the fact that twelve states, although they may comprise less than six million people, can thwart the wishes of the remaining one hundred and twenty million. They have learned that not the least of the evil effects of a war is the opportunity it affords fanatical groups to take advantage of a splendid solidarity of the citizens, built up to support the government in its war effort, to put across legislation which, during saner times, would not receive serious consideration. THE leading Prohibitionists, comparatively few of whom were enlisted as combatants during the World War, deliberately and de signedly took advantage of the absence of sev eral million of our virile manhood, and of the commendable spirit of cooperation of those who remained at home, to put across the Eighteenth Amendment and the national pro hibition laws. These laws were born of bigotry, of a false idea as to their religious background, and never have and never will represent the views of a majority of the American people who are wise enough to ap preciate their dangerous potentialities. The Eighteenth Amendment makes a "scrap of paper" of the Declaration of Independence; it violates every idea of liberty entertained by our forefathers who founded this great gov ernment. Prohibition — the Eighteenth Amend ment — the modern American fetish, is but a page from the Mohammedan Koran. There is a remedy that will cure this na tional disease, which is now eating away at the vital organs of our government. But be fore attempting the prescription as to how starch may be put into limp back bones, and as to how to take the stiffening out of Prohibi tion spines, let us make a few assertions and challenge the paid professional racketeering reformers who are the pillars of the Prohibi tion structure to refute them. \ A /HO is really behind Prohibition? » " First, the paid professional rack eteering reformers. Without Prohibition they would be oufr of gainful employment. There are about thirty-three separate and distinct as sociations, leagues, organizations, and so on, that are sponsoring these fanatical laws, each one of them headed by salaried professional reformers with cumbersome staffs of salaried officials, organizers, sermon writers, and pub licity men and women, whose product is fed out to thousands of unsuspecting country preachers and small town newspapers for the purpose of keeping the gullible deceived. Second, comes that political organization so destructive of American ideals, located in Washington in a building in the very shadow of the National Capitol. That organization is the coordinator, or general staff, of the thirty-three reform organizations. That polit ico-religious group is the most powerful and most conscienceless lobby that has ever threat ened the foundations of a free government. It feeds out daily the most insidious and dan gerous doctrines, and holds within its bigoted grip the votes of many Congressmen and Sena tors — and one President — whose habits and personal beliefs are entirely out of accord with their official actions. This lobby is not only forcing the continuance of the Prohibition monster, but is fathering related doctrines which, if pursued unchecked, will drag our nation to the level of a Mohammedan.^ovince. This group, not satisfied with the irreparable damage done by Prohibition, would disarm the country through a supine pacificism; they would turn us over to the hatreds of Europe and involve us in their internationalism; they would turn our schools into jails to confine every person who would dare to disagree with any of their fanaticisms. IT is through this group of professional lobbyists and political preachers that the Eighteenth Amendment has been forced upon us, and that national prohibition laws have been passed which involve the American peo ple in a spy system never exceeded by the Russians under the czars or by the present Russia under the Soviets. This racketeering group of professional reformers has made of every man's back window and key hole the legitimate field of activity of an army of Fed eral mercenaries, snoopers, and snipers. They have caused the courts to be crowded; they have filled all Federal penitentiaries to over flowing; they are farming out the victims of their iniquitous law to the State jails and penal institutions. The casualties of Prohibition in the futile effort to enforce these unpopular and, by many, unrespected laws, and in battles for dis puted bootlegger territory, now have far ex ceeded the patriots killed in action in the many battles fought in the war in which we won our independence. The laws have bred crime and corruption to an extent never before known to any country in history. Never has crime been so adequately financed as under Prohibi tion. Never has crime — all kinds of crime — been so profitable as under Prohibition. It is estimated by those competent to make such es timates that nearly $3,000,000,000 annually go into the hands of bootleggers and their allies. At least one-half of this enormous fig ure is used in corrupting Federal, State, and local officials whose sworn duty it is to enforce the laws. Instead of the government getting a legitimate revenue of approximately $1,000,- 000,000 out of any sensible system of control of the manufacture and distribution of alco holic beverages, the criminals get it and use it in corrupting the government's own offices. This is a double-barrel shot-gun fired at our national institutions. But, as Grover Cleveland has so well said, "It is a condition and not a theory that con fronts us." What are we doing with this in tolerable condition? IT not only exists, but its existence is guar anteed by many of the very people who should be first to correct national evils which have a moral relation — the church people. Through a blindness that is incomprehensible many of these are aligned on the side of the criminal element which favors the continuance of these laws that make crime so profitable. The only way to account for this gullibility, or credulity, is to attribute it to pathological con ditions, and the only way to cure it is to look into the political pharmacopoeia for a remedy. The theory and practice of Prohibition is wholly a matter of politics and statutes. It has absolutely no relation to temperance. Any idea that it has should be dismissed from the mind forever. Prohibition is purely and sole ly a political issue. A comparatively few paid professional racketeering reformers are behind the whole structure. I do not deny that there are thousands of so-called "honest" drys, but they are not a part of this insidious inside or ganization. They are only the credulous dupes who are to be pitied, not condemmed. They know not what they do. Since the whole Prohibition racket is a mat ter of politics and laws, the remedy lies in politics and legislation. The laws are put on the statute books by legislators, national and state, acting under the dictates of the invisible government — that group of politico-religious lobbyists in Washington and the thirty-three Prohibition-sponsoring reform organizations under their domination. The remedy lies in electing legislators who will stand for the repeal, change or modifica tion of these laws, so that they will become American laws, laws which the majority of people will respect and obey. Few have any respect for the present laws, even among those members of Congress and of State Legislatures who, by their hypocritical votes and hypocritical speeches, have passed them. These speak and vote as the racketeering re formers dictate. They are rendered spineless through threats of a phantom army of votes that does not exist. They are scared by these threats until their political spines are like ropes of rubber. It is all a matter of votes and threats and votes. (Continued on page 71) 17 "LET'S GO NOW, WILFRED, BEFORE YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOURSELF!' a SO YOU'RE STAYING IN ILLINOIS" An Experienced Review of the Town in Summer IT is, now, no longer fashionable to be poor. The period immediately following the panic when elegant matrons sold their pearls (while their husbands were selling their polo ponies) and gallantly turned to washing dishes in a two-by-four flat has definitely passed. At least, the time has passed when selling your pearls was a gesture. It's now become the thing to economize in secret: privately to con sume patent breakfast foods by the ton, but also, at least once a month, to invite your en tire dinner list to a very smart rout, with champagne and caviar and a herd of wild waiters in attendance. But alas! although it's no longer modish to say so, people still haven't any money. And when you haven't any money you cannot go places and see things. In winter, you cannot take yachting trips to Nassau or skiing trips to the Adirondacks. In summer, you cannot en gage a deck suite on the lie de France or lease a villa with seven bathrooms at Biarritz. In short, you must, whether you like it or not, and perhaps for the very first time in your life, stay in Illinois. This is the tale of how I, a year ago, stayed in Illinois myself. Not, I hasten to add, on account of the stock crash (since I have no stocks to crash), but because I had a book to do. The only way to do it seemed to be to stay at home and work until it was finished. Which was exactly what I did, though it near ly finished me into the bargain. (I put this in to delight those members of my vast public who have apparently — I judge from the many charming billets-doux I have received from them in the last year or two — publicly prayed that I might be exiled for life to, shall we say, Emporia, Kansas.) WELL, Chicago in August is not Em poria, Kansas, but let me tell you, it is something very much like it. For the benefit of those credulous souls who always believe what they are told, I wish to state quite posi tively that Chicago is not, whatever you may have heard, the world's greatest summer re sort. It is not a summer resort at all. From the middle of June to the end of September it is a purgatory of dust, blowsiness, and gen eral desolation, beaten down upon by a sun which would be more at home in an African desert, and swept by a wind whose torrid breath appears to have been blown across a gigantic furnace of red-hot coals. Sometimes, gasping for air at my window, and striving to fix my wandering faculties (whose faculties would not wander at 102 in the shade?) on the complex emotional prob lems of my heroine, it would seem to me that this could not be the same city in which I had spent so many pleasantly contented win ters — that somehow I must have been trans ported to a sweltering Central European me tropolis. I could walk for miles in the streets without seeing a familiar face. The blistering boulevard was deserted except for a few dark- By Arthur Meeker, Jr. faced sweating men in shirt sleeves and braces, and a million scraps of blowing paper. Across the way, on the Oak Street Beach, scores of stout Lithuanian ladies in Lido pyjamas promenaded by a hot sapphire sea, whilst ten thousand children raised their starling voices in Polish, Yiddish, Sicilian, Hungarian, Bohemian, Bul garian and Bavarian shrieks of glee. It was strange and terri ble but at the same time rather fascinating. In the evenings — I was going to say the cool of the evenings, but they were not cool, only of a different degree of warmness — I would stroll down to the Michigan Ave nue Bridge and watch the skyscraper towers pick themselves out in a blaze of light again the sullen, dusky sky. Some of them pink, some of them amber, one of them with an absurd little Juliet cap of blue on its head. I used, in the be ginning, to walk in the most correct of costumes, just as if it were spring or autumn; but as the weeks went by my clothes became increasingly informal. First, I stopped carrying gloves. Then I left off my hat. And my waistcoat. And finally my patterned poplins de chez Sul\a with their snugly fitting whaleboned collars grew too much to bear, and I ex changed them for a shapeless white garment known to the trade erroneously, I should think — as a "polo shirt." NEIGHBORHOOD life seemed cosier than in the winter. Perhaps because all my friends were out of town, I found myself looking eagerly at the two little curly-haired girls next door, who played on the pavement every night after supper with their father. On the Fourth of July they had a marvelous dis play of fireworks, including a whole front yard planted with "starlight sparklers," spraying fountains of golden sparks, and all Cedar Street was at its windows enjoying the fun. One particularly sultry Saturday a young woman moved into the third floor front direct ly opposite our building, and electrified every one by superintending the disposition of her furniture clad in nothing more hampering than a pea-green one-piece swimming suit. That was the afternoon I discovered that the best way of keeping cool — more efficacious ARTHUR MEEKER, JR., AUTHOR OF American Beauty and Strange Capers, whiled away a REFLECTIVE HOUR IN HIS CABIN ON THE Paris WITH THESE NOTES ON A CHICAGO SUMMER. than cold baths or unlimited Tom Collinses or even an hour in an ice-chilled cinema was reading about mountain climbing. I pur chased a guidebook to Switzerland and, aided by a vividly feverish imagination, was soon in spirit revelling in the snowy fastnesses of Monte Rosa and the Matterhorn, of the Jungfrau and the Eiger and the Bernina group. A glacier a day kept prostration away. I here by recommend this method of conquering climate to all hardy adventurers who refuse to quail before detailed descriptions and very, very fine print. Perhaps they will find, as I did, an added enjoyment in the artless pas time of comparing the Chicago skyscrapers to a colony of Alpine giants. (And, after all, why not the Pic Palmolive or the Wrigley horn? And could not the scaling of them be ticketed as a "toilsome ascent for experts only. The view from the summit is one of the grand est in the Cook County Chain.") Later in the summer, growing more accus tomed to life in the tropics, I ventured farther afield, in an attempt to discover what charms, if any, our countryside possesses. I did not waste much time on (Continued on page 71) 19 STERN IS THE LOT OF THE SUBSTITUTE. THE INEVITABLE PHILOSOPHER TAKES HIS EASE. BETWEEN CHUKKERS Sketches by Paul Brown Mr. Brown, whose polo s\etches have been the sub' ject of many exhibits in this country and abroad, is a member of the Advisory Council of Polo and th* ranking artist in his field. Qui -&WK*- TOMORROW S TOMMY HITCHCOCK MALCONTENT. CONTENT. CHICAGO IN POLO Or, If You Incline Rather to the Assertive Case, Polo In Chicago By PETER VISCHER AS long as there are people who will choose L the ten best books of the year, or the ten worst movies, I suppose that I can state flatly (and with a shrug of the shoulders if you object) that the three greatest amateur sporting events in the United States are the International polo matches, the Maryland Hunt Cup race, and the yacht races for the Amer ica's Cup. The lure of International polo is obvious; there is no game in the world that combines the speed, the action, the conflict, the magnifi cence of setting that are a part of polo. The Maryland Hunt Cup race, held each Spring time of the year in the Worthington Valley outside of Baltimore, is an amazing competi tion in which the gentlemen riders of the na tion attack the toughest timber course in the world for glory and a piece of plate. The yacht races for the America's Cup, being a landlubber, I know nothing about; I under stand they may be seen through a spyglass (if the day isn't too foggy) and that you can find out who won by applying a mathematical formula to the times of the finishers, if any, making it all very exciting. These three great events are held in tradi tional locales, but I have no doubt that they will be running the Maryland Hunt Cup race at Chicago next year, and the yacht races in Lake Michigan the year after, now that Chi cago has accomplished the impossible and taken International polo from the East for the first time. I trust that these few words are not in tended to provide a critical study of the matches at Onwentsia last month, in which that spectacular team of North American youngsters called Old Aiken defeated the crack Santa Paula side from Argentina after vari ous vicissitudes. I shall only say in passing that Old Aiken won a truly fine victory in beating Santa Paula in two out of three games, particularly when it is appreciated that the Old Aiken team was disrupted in the midst of battle by the sudden illness of Stewart Igle- hart, a very important cog in the Old Aiken machine. I shall touch only lightly on the dra matic arrival in Chicago of that grand warrior, Jimmy Cooley, who was playing polo when the Old Aiken boys were born, and who took Iglehart's place in the final game just in time to shoot the deciding goal of the series. Far be it from me to attempt to straighten out the handsome tangle you already have in your mind: how Major Fredric Mc Laughlin's inspiration brought the International matches to Chicago, how Manuel Andrada speaks only Spanish and smiles with the sheen of a string of pearls when he throws his horse ~NQTE: Mr. Vischer, as you well \now if polo is among your pastimes or en' thusiasms, is the distinguished editor of Polo, the magazine of the game. His estimate of the matches played last month at Onwentsia, phrased in the de lightfully casual style which so faith' fully echoes the spirit of the sport, is recorded here as the final, authentic word on that notable engagement. in your lap, how the Old Aiken boys practice polo plays on a bridge table with lead soldiers, how Major C. Square Smith jumped into the breach, how the Santa Paula ponies had some thing like hay fever and the Argentines had to borrow mounts from their rivals, how they aren't ponies anyway but plenty horse, how Jimmy Mills can light into a ball, and Ebbie Gerry scrap, and Cocie Rathborne keep his head. I won't attempt to unravel any of these things, because, after all, they are past and gone, history; furthermore, I haven't got them any too straight myself. There is something more important to say and it concerns the future. I VENTURE that the International polo matches of 1931 will revolutionize the game in Chicago. In other words, International polo is less the climax to which local polo attains, as is generally supposed, than the foundation upon which local polo builds. The great amateur sports generally come to a community via the Society pages. This, I suppose, is a relic of the old days when the game was played by kings and princes and their courtiers and the Walter Winchells of the day reported only the doings of the select. I'm not making it up, either; just look up your Omar Khayyam or take that old Persian Shan- nama off the bookshelf there, third row on the left, the second from the end. Just so today, the Baltimore newspapers fail to carry the story of the Maryland Hunt Cup THE ARGENTINES BROUGHT ALONG THEIR STAFF OF GROOMS. CHICAGOAN THEY WERE GARBED IN THEIR NATIVE GAUCHO COSTUMES. race on their sports pages, but run it with Society, which, Heaven help us all, is pretty bad newspaperwork, now isn't it? In a lot of places, polo isn't a game played on a field 300 by 160, as the rules suggest, but a game played on a seven-column head and a page of rotogravure. In a lot of places, timber racing isn't a sport for rolling country at all, but for rolling presses. Yachting, not infrequently, is a sport for flannel trousers and wide verandahs, instead of dirty pants and poop decks. WHY International polo should suddenly put a stop to all this social fol-de-rol and give the game back to the boys is a little difficult to explain. All I know is that it does. Somehow or other, it brings that igniting spark. It encourages the roughneck in man, and makes women on the sidelines like it. It brings new polo players up out of the earth. It fills fields. It brings polo hopefuls from New Jersey, somehow, and from Texas, and suddenly you're surprised to find that someone with a horse has shown up from Montana. It did that at Meadow Brook, the heart of American polo, and Meadow Brook is sup posed (by those who don't really know polo) to be very Social indeed. Social, my eye! They play the game there, and anyone who will play the game with them is welcome to come and try it, and see how he likes it. Thus, they recently concluded four tourna ments at Meadow Brook, making the eight fields there look something like the Loop at 5 o'clock on a good warm Friday afternoon. Ten teams showed up to play for the West- bury Challenge Cup. Nine teams tried for the Meadow Brook Club Cups. Nineteen teams came out for the Hempstead Cups and fifteen more took a shot at the Wheatley Cups. I saw there many sons of the Social Regis ter, true, but they were playing the game with young lieutenants from the Army, with farm ers from down Long Island, with horse deal ers, with boys from Ohio and Pennsylvania and Texas and California, and ¦with one particularly successful outfit from New Jersey that could easily trace its ancestry to the oldest part of the world. It is not for me to say that Chicago takes its polo as a social rather than a sporting event. All I know is what I read in the papers, and I see that there has been some International polo at Onwentsia. And, boy, I know what that means. That means that within a few years from now you will be elbowing your way through polo mallets and knee guards and keeping an eye on the flanks of that horse that always kicks. And that will be such sport as you've never known. 21 SUGAR AND RAKES AND EGGS These are what photographs are made of. Sugar loaves in a row, arranged in as simple a design as a child might set up with his alphabet bloc\s. The arched prongs of a horscdrawn hay ra\e. Eggs, in and out of their boiling dipper. A. George Miller ta\es such items and, with a conception and method of photog' raphy entirely his own, produces by means of his in' spired, modern camera, such studies of objective design as these. 22 The Chicagoan BLAZING THE TRAIL A Tale of Life and Love When Chicagoland Was Young By Edward Everett Altrock "THE AVERAGE RAIN FALL IN TOLEDO IN 1807 WAS 1.31 INCHES." IN all the history of Chicago there is no more delightful a figure than Philo Jesse Entwhis- tle, the rollicking leather-tanner and tavern keeper who lived on Goose Island in the early '30s when it wasn't Goose Island at all, but Moose Island. But how the name of that celestial, tight little isle came to be changed is another story. There is much that we do not know con cerning the life of Philo Entwhistle. True, Dr. Sennf Kolpo has spent twenty-eight years searching through bureau drawers and under piles of things for missing pages of diaries written by Philo, and while he did find a couple, it was discovered later that they weren't written by Philo Entwhistle at all, but by a certain John Remson. Then, too, we must not let go of the fact that these missives were written when Philo was in delicate health and had several times seriously contemplated suicide. Anyway, that was what he said. We cannot thank Dr. Kolpo too much — if at all. THE average rain fall in Toledo in 1807 was 1.31 inches and it was in this year, on June 15, that Hasha Jean Entwhistle mar ried ("middle-aisled-it") Ann Hathaway, for on June 18 Philo Jesse Entwhistle was born to them. Little is known of the younger days of Philo Entwhistle. Probably he was brought up as were most of the normal boys of his day, except for the fact that he was kept in the cellar until he was fifteen. But that was just a whim of his father's. We know, too, that he arose from a poor farmer boy (out of whom he'd just been beating hell) when he saw the boy's father coming down the lane. Later he was sent to a neighborhood reform atory. Of his school days we know but little, though an occasional glimpse is caught in a few letters written by Philo to a Franklin Had dock, who was a sophomore at Miami College at the time. One letter reads, "There cer tainly are a bunch of punks here at the 'Acad emy,' among them Hershel Phlegg, Rodney Sinkle, Jules Verne, Philo Entwhistle, Earl Fandig and Jules Verne." Philo was a tall, handsome boy with a pe culiar lumbering gait whose necktie kept slip ping all the time. After he had finished his stretch (and subsequently dislocated a collar bone) at the Academy his father took him back in and taught him the leather-tanner's trade. The boy Philo was fading and giving place to the man. We do not know whether it was at eight o'clock or eight-thirty, on June 15, 1821, that Philo Entwhistle said to Rafe Frothingham, an old "Academy" chum, "To hell with this business of my father's. Leather be light, Dan. Let us off to the west." Nor do we know exactly what Frothingham said in reply, but you can bet your last collar it was plenty good. But shortly after the meet ing we find the two youths on the road west. And soon they came to the parting of the ways.' "Oh, you take the high road and I'll get my feet wet," Philo is known to have said to Frothingham at parting. IT was in the year 1832 when, a gay, careless, adventurous young blade from Toledo, Philo came to this then thriving young town of Shekaugo to weave a brilliant thread of levity and gayety into the sometimes too dull and somber fabric of the social life of the tiny settlement. To quote Philo's own journal in which he wrote the day by day by day hap penings: "I come to Shikaugo without my family by team; no roads, only Indian trails. Had to hire Indian to show me way around Shikaugo, but boy, oh, boy, after about two nights of it, did I learn? And did my mother give me hell? "June 15 — Camped out of doors and next day bought house of Jim Kinzie. Had swell house-warming and decided to have house- christening party next week. Will christen house Camp Rapidan. After all, it's more of a camp than a home, what with a bunch of dirty Indians hanging around all the time. Guess maybe I'll just call the shack Sauganash (Wild Onion) and let it go at that." Philo, however, got on well with the Indi ans. He soon came to be known as their "vellee good fliend" and rendered valuable service to Shekaugo by standing between the settlers and the Indians. But he didn't do that long, as you can well imagine. Still, because he took life so lightly and fre quently, and insisted on being gay when others pulled long faces and longer knives, he was better known for the catch-phrase of the day, invented by himself during an odd moment, "The only good Indian is a head Indian." For a time, of course, that made the other In dians, the sub-chiefs and district managers, pretty sore. But it was all patched up. So was Philo's scalp. THE delicious air of romance which sur rounds the history of Philo Entwhistle also engulfs the Sauganash Hotel. There Philo, with his good wife (an Emily Wein- scotten of Dayton, Ohio) and his large family of children lived, and there he conducted a merry house of entertainment and good cheer. The Sauganash was situated on Throes Street when Throes Street was called Harper Avenue and when Harper Avenue was called South West Water Street. In 1869 it was torn down to make way for the new Sauga nash which was torn down the next year to make way for the king, -who was visiting rela tives in these parts at the time. It was in the old Sauganash that Helena Modjeska sang under water in a one piece bathing suit for the first time. (She was later known as Annette Kellerman and was torn down to make way for the modern horse car which connected Chicago Avenue with Robey Street.) TALES of the old bar at the Sauganash have been told. From a diary of a Cap tain Fred Marberry, which was found in an inner pocket of a frayed old uniform covered with gray and glory in a cupboard when the old manse was finally razed, we have first hand (low, second hand high) information. Like wise one may also garner an excellent idea of the wit of Philo Entwhistle. The diary reads : "June 15 — Was standing to the bar when old Entwhistle come in. My God, he's fat, I thought. And so he is. And a jolly soul, too. They say. A waiter was just leaving the bar for the grill room with a tray of foaming steins. 'One o' my white collar workers,' said Entwhistle like a flash. My, how we all laughed! "June 15 — Well, today is Jubilee Track and Field Day sponsored by the Daily Tycoon over to the lakefront. Entwhistle ast me would I like to go with him. (Continued on page 72) August, 1931 23 "MY DEAR, THE MINUTE MR. DEVORE PUT ON HIS BATHING SUIT I REMEMBERED MEETING HIM IN WINNETKA" HEAD WINDS AND CALMS Chips from the Log of the Siren By D. E. Hobelman IT appears that the Siren established a new record this year in the Chicago to Mackinac Island race. Translating this dramatic state ment into more understandable terms, the Siren, which is a Q boat owned by the Karas brothers — Ole and Al — of Chicago, won the twenty-fourth annual race to Mackinac and in doing so was winning for the fourth straight time. Her corrected rime was 55 hours, 24 minutes and 24 seconds, and her actual sailing time was 60:45:04. Flying the burgee of the Chicago Yacht Club, the Siren took honors in the racing class, while Lynn Williams' Eliza' beth, fifth across the line, won in the cruising class. Her corrected time was 5 5 :45 :27. Just before the start of the race on Satur day, July 18th, there were a good many stiff necks in and about Belmont Harbor — not due to excess of zeal among high-hat yachtsmen asserting their dignity; but due to the usual desire on the part of everybody, from partic ipating mariners to visiting firemen, to set up in business as a practising weather prophet. These amateur seers in the meteorological group always predict what they most desire and since they are judged mostly by their favorable results (the other boners being for gotten), they get along pretty well. The weather experts on our yacht had re duced their findings to complete incoherence before we got well under way, so no one was greatly surprised when Sunday furnished a variety of adverse conditions. Old-timers aboard assured me that this year's weather was worse than usual; but I discovered long ago that veterans are always convinced that old times generally were the best ever and old times specifically were nothing to speak of. The Mackinac affair is a Big Event in yachting circles because the course traveled (about 331 miles theoretically and almost any thing you could guess in practise) is the long est fresh water course in the world. The usual point at which the first contenders get re ported to the eager kibitzers back home is Point Betsie on the eastern shore, somewhat above Point Big Sable (off which diabolic jut of land I have seen some fairly worried nights when dingies got carried away and bilges came up with disconcerting efficiency). And it is also around Betsie that one can expect some fancy work in the way of wind and weather, with the barometer going into atmospheric setting-up exercises. HEN we made Point Betsie it was suitably obscured in a haze, as if trying to atone for its lack of hospitality by concealing itself in shame. In the meantime we had encountered one of those protracted calms which bring to the surface all the bale ful bile stowed in the sturdy hearts of sea faring folk. If wind with navigating possibil ities could have been generated by discharge of windy profanity in futile protest against the unfairness of the elements, we could have J^OTE: Mr. Hobelman, columnist, bon vivant and seaman on occasion, in' troduces a new and welcome note in the salty business of reportorial yachting, perhaps because yachts are first in his various avocations and more li\ely be' cause he thin\s the rigors of fresh water sailing warrant more attention than they get. Yachting, he admits reluctantly, lends itself only with a lurch and miss' ing of stays in the lighter aspects of scrivening, for it is after all largely a matter of figures and finer calculations and not wisecracks and refinements of linguistic calisthenics. The cruise cost him seven unneeded pounds and untold sleep. been well on our way. Interspersed with the sudden lapses in fortuitous breezes and calms were rough spots that kept all hands busy. Possibly viewed in contemplative perspective this year's weather will have seemed to share the usual characteristics of other years; but at UNDERWOOD AND UNDERWOOD THE SIREN this time the sailing conditions seem to have been uncommon' fickle, winds showing even more than ordinary tendency to change and defy the expectant skippers and calms coming upon the yachts when least welcome and calculated to make things most undesirable. After rounding Betsie, that most facetious of landlubber ladies, about 200 miles of the course had been left behind. There was little time to reflect, for ominous clouds indicated that things were about to happen. We learned later that Bemisa II, the largest vessel in the race, belonging to E. F. Knight of Toledo, was among the first to do battle with adverse conditions of Betsie; but at the time our difficulties were adequate to warrant pay ing little attention to others. A skittish sea and a vicious rain made sailing hard. With the ship tilting waggishly and shipping enough water on the decks to keep us fairly well awash, the writer of these garbled memoirs fiddled about with things and wondered vaguely why the human race which is obvi ously not designed for life in the aquatic environment could not be satisfied to remain placidly at home. Manitou Passage, above Betsie, is no joke at best, and can be mildly tragic on occasion. Bagheera, owned by R. P. Benedict of the Jackson Park Yachting Club, was recipient of much congratulation by the skippers of her rivals, for she was the first of the cruising squadron to cross the finishing line at destina tion, though she was obliged to yield to smaller craft in the final reckoning of scores because of her handicap. She had sailed the rough course in 61 hours, 20 minutes and 15 seconds, and with consideration of her time allowance this gave her an official reading of 55:57:03. Incidentally, Bagheera was the only one of the twenty contenders under the colors of the Cruising Club of America. Another yacht which did spectacular things was the Velma, property of Hal Redmon, who was three times winner of the regattas in the Seawanhaka class. IT was the consensus on arrival that, as usual, fair samples of all typical Great Lakes weather conditions had been experienced during the cruise. The departure was at four bells on Saturday afternoon. Light head winds were the lot of the amateur mariners at the outset and it was the heyday for good guessers — each of whom hoped to anticipate events with enough certainty to overcome less lucky adversaries. Succeeding the light head winds were the usual progression of heavy seas and electrical storms, with blasts of wind that at times appeared to threaten to unmast some of the more unfortunate ships. As usual, the celebrations (both of victory and defeat) at the finish were enthusiastic and protracted. I have never been able to analyze which group celebrates the more fervently — the successful sailors (Continued on page 72) August, 1931 25 DR. PRATT, A MAN NAMED RUDOLPH AND DR. SHERMAN, OLD MASTERS OF THE PAD DED RING, WHO, ON THIS PAGE, HAND OUT THE REAL LOW-DOWN ON THE POPULAR NEW SPORT. CONTRACT BRIDGE IN A CAR LOAD The Prides of Anson j* Colts Tell All By Drs. Russell Pratt & Ransom Sherman IN writing this article on Contract, many phases have been dealt with, more particu larly those which would interest the advanced student, but strangely enough, those which will be plainly understood by the novice, or tyro as we have laughingly called them. Point by point have we taken up this more than interesting pastime, and as the words unravel, so will your game, if you watch yourself care fully. With a heigh and a ho, we begin our lesson. Entering the Bid: This may be done in any one of a number of different ways we guess, as many ways as there are people play ing, and or looking on. It is so easy to get away to a bad start, and they do say that "a good start is fifty per cent won" (from Ben Hur) and we imagine that's right. A pre emptive bid is the best way for the beginner to start. So, regardless of what you have in your hand, bid five hearts. This will start things. It will start things in a big way. If it doesn't, which it will, it will give somebody a chance to criticize, which after all is seventy- eight and a half per cent of Contract Bridge. Having made your bid, look wise and dare anybody to do better — there are always a lot of umpchays playing. So they will jump in, say with, four clubs. This is now your oppor tunity to second the bid (or double), which you do by laughing in rather a dirty way and saying, "Well I can't imagine who taught you to play contract." And what happens now, may we be so bold? Well, if your opponent has any red blood in him, he'll bang you in the nose, which is just what you've been wait ing for, as it gives you a swell chance to get rough with him. This is really your rare moment, as your way is now clear to make a wild swing at him, accidentally (on purpose) breaking that brutal statue of Achilles At The Race Track, which the same you've hated ever since it was won offen a punch board. Don't even apologize. Raise your previous bid to six diamonds and if no one cares to accept your defi . . . you'll get it at that. ONE of the charming novelties of Contract is that you never really have to play it at what you've bid!! Being like five hundred in that respect. After the lead has been made by the opponent, look over dummy, make up your mind what you can best make, and de clare that. You'll get away -with it if you'll just mention our names. If however, when dummy has been laid down, and you see that you can't make anything worth while, espe cially if you've been doubled, you are at lib erty to call a nolle prosy, which is Latin for i®\*® THEY WERE HANDED A ROTTEN DEAL. "no fair," meaning "I didn't get what I tho't I would." Then scoop all the cards from the table, meanwhile grabbing your opponents' cards, and mixing them up before they have a chance to do anything about it. This game can really be a lot of sport if you want to enter into the spirit of it. The Play: You will note even more as we go along that these points are clearly bro't out in language far removed from the class room. Even the dumbest amateur can understand everything. So we are now ready for the ac tual playing of the hand. If you are not sure you can make a grand slam proceed with the play "with reservations." This means that you may call for any lead from any hand you want it from. This is a bigger help than it first appears. Here is a play in point: you are playing at No Trump, say five or six; you have amassed some great tricks by dint of a little first class renegging, and you find that in order to get all the rest of the tricks you have to go over to dummy and you have no re-entry. Simply declare yourself as follows, "With reservations I call for lead from dummy. What do you want to lead, dummy?" Dummy answers practically nothing. So construing silence as assent, you gently but firmly reach in dummy's hand and lead the card you wish. This gives you game, rubber, grand slam, and first prize. Of course if you were vulnerable it's your own fault and we cannot advise on such matters. (See your dentist.) If one of the opponents should challenge the "with res ervations" clause, the next easiest way which is practiced by everyone of our acquaintance, is to simply spread your cards on the table, mix them up with dummy, reach for cards from opponents' hands, and say as noncha lantly as possible, "They're all aces" or "I guess these are all good." This is a great out for those who are stuck, and it's a boon for the beginner, as it stamps you as an old timer at the game. (Continued on page 73) 26 The Chicagoan PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE A Folio of Observations on the Smart Sector r^ ONSCIENCE-STRICKEN wives who >-? went away early in June with the chil dren to the sea shore can dry tears of com punction they may have been shedding about poor father, working so hard in hot old Chi cago. Father's been having a grand time, and it's only now, with the soporiferous month of August upon us, that he's finding time to join them, to rest up for the rush of fall business. These unattached husbands have been a posi tive boon to the week-end hostesses who've been putting on such a series of house parties out in Lake Forest through all those days of polo, racing and general polite carousing of this ter ribly social summer. All their hostesses ex pected of them was that they sing' for their supper or dance for their champagne (and what a lot of cork-popping there was at every one of those al fresco dinner and supper dances!). To the Easterners who were having their first taste of mid- Western country house en tertaining, it was all quite as they expected it would be, for haven't they been reading the novels of our Social-Register literati wherein Lake Forest, under various other names, is always the center of all smart sinning, and so cial intrigue? Harry Channon with Joan Ken nedy called it Lakeside; Margaret Ayer Barnes with her Pulitzer Prize winning Tears of Grace had half the actions in Lakewoods; Mary Borden Spears called the sophisticated little summer town by some other name, and only Marion Strobel Mitchell in her A Woman of Fashion actually came right out and called it Lake Forest, and then had her heroine do unspeakable things at a Garden party! (Marion did some rather interesting things herself out there last week when she won the Woman's Tennis Tournament at Onwentsia.) Only Dorothy Aldis, of all this particular group of Chicago writers, hasn't used Lake Forest for a setting — or was the hay stack of her Murder in a Hay Stac\ on a Lake Forest Farm? Arthur Meeker, Jr., says he hasn't the courage to develop a plot so close to home — he'd be bound to draw so many of his char acters to type — but in everything he writes we see a few of his Lake Forest friends trans planted to a chateau in France, or a castle near Salzburg, where they're even more aban doned than they would dare be at home. ON top of all the other pictures of "so phistication in the country" we've been getting straight from some of the sophisticates themselves, we'll be seeing Carlos Drake's ver sion of what goes on out there when Mrs. Fiske does his little society comedy in Papa Tracy Drake's Blackstone Theatre in the Fall. The comedy was still without a title when we last heard of it, but we had our little chuckle about the name of its locale — New Forest — just about the last variation, I should say, that can be twisted out of poor old battered Lake Forest! By Helen Young Carlos has been living in Paris for such a long time, we can't help wondering if the foibles of the Lake Forest scene won't be a little mixed up with those of the Fau bourg St. Germain or Ver sailles, but perhaps, like Mary Borden Spears and Harry Channon in their Lon don retrospection of their American youth, distance in miles and years, will lend a certain enchantment to his theme. ONE thing the Long Island visitor to our in land Newport must have no ticed about its luncheons, its dinners, its innumerable cock tail parties and the out of door dances, was the scarcity of the "bright young people" of Bohemia such as they know at home and always have at their parties. The largest arc of the John Hay Whitneys' circle in New York is made up mostly of that interesting young group of writers, musicians, artists and actors, and they are gen erally given credit for "mak ing the Whitneys' parties the gayest in Gotham." I re member when the young Whitneys were married, a year or more ago, they had in their bridal party such well known Bohemians as Robert Benchley, Donald Ogden Stewart, Fred and Adele Astaire, and at Saratoga this month half the guests at their house will be from what I think Benchley once called the "silly intelligentsia." Only at the Kellogg Fairbank house par ties at Lake Geneva is there anything like the same sort of gay mixture of groups — or at Mrs. John Alden Carpenter's in town — and sometimes, I believe, at the Walter S. Brewsters in Lake Forest. But our summer country scene is singularly unpainted by the bright color of the Town's gayer figures, and where we have one Lucretia Bori, one Mar- tinelli, one Lynn Fontanne and one Alfred Lunt out here, Long Island, especially around Great Neck, or "Goiter" as Ring Lardner calls it, swarms with them. (I'm not telling you a thing you don't know — but simply try ing to make my point, whatever it was.) I'M a little weary of writing about the polo games and all the excitement that went' with them, and I know you're bored to ennui MISS ROSE SALTONSTALL MOVIUS, THE YOUNG LADY FROM BOSTON WHO WILL BE THIS GENERATION'S MRS. POT TER PALMER, THE THIRD IN LINE OF SUCCESSION IN CHI CAGO'S WELL KNOWN SOCIAL DYNASTY. reading about them, but there's one little in cident of the last game that I must use "in conclusion," if only to show you how the wind of interest blows. Everyone had just fluttered breathlessly in to the polo field from the Arlington Classic, rushing across country from the track to make the polo game at five thirty. The gong had sounded and all eyes were on Old Aiken and Santa Paula -when suddenly there was a great craning of necks toward the young Cyrus McCormick's box. Neck-craning is the major business in society reporting, so I craned too, having just been "tipped off," as some of the boxholders had, that Fowler McCormick and his bride, Fifi Stillman McCormick, had come in with the Cy-Cys. There was a rush of photographers toward the box, a general stir of expectant curiosity, but nothing happened for there was no Fifi and no Fowler, in sight. Everyone's beginning to get a little fidgety about the almost (Continued on page 73) August, 1931 27 PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN Professor of German Literature at the University of Chicago, who has authored and edited many textboo\s and is now a member of the firm of Thomas Koc\well and Company, publishers. For years one of the most popular professors of undergraduates, he now wears similar laurels in the graduate school. PHIL ALLEN— CHICAGOAN He Remembered the Violets By James Weber Linn THE Allen family Bible records the birth, on August 23 rd, 1871, of Philip Schuy ler, at Lake Forest, Illinois. I offer this evi dence in contradiction of the view, widely held, that Phil Allen "never was born; 'spect he jus' growed." He growed fast. When he entered Williams College at seventeen he was six feet five or thereabouts. Now, at going on sixty, he stands only about six feet four. He has lost an inch, in forty-three years, bending over to look into books. He learned to read when he was three. Since he was twenty-one he has written more books, compiled more books, edited more books, and is at the moment publishing more books, than anybody else in Chicago. And that, dear reader, is where you bite. For books — we have the opinion of one Robert Louis Stevenson in substantiation of the point — are "a mighty bloodless substitute for life." Whereas Philip Schuyler Allen is life. Better fifty years of Allen than a cycle of Cathay. Companionship with him on a desert island would be more exciting than a term in the White House in a "period of depression." Bury him at the bottom of a pile of books a hundred feet high, and every book would sparkle with vitality HIS father's school for boys on the South Side, Allen Academy, was a landmark in the history of education in Chicago. There were other good schools in Chicago in the '80's, but they were dried beef. Allen Acad emy dripped with the gravy of culture. Phil grew up in the Greek tradition. Scholarship was for he-men; your blood ran redder with it; you got drunk on whiskey or poetry, which ever was the handier; you nourished your sober moments with beer and mathematics. It is in combination that whiskey and poetry, mathe matics and beer, are good for the soul; sepa rate, any of the four involve dissipation. At Williams Phil added a fifth element to the compound: football. He played intercol legiate football for ten years, all over the United States and Germany. Finally, decid ing to finish his work for the doctor's degree at Chicago, he applied to Dr. William Rainey Harper for a scholarship. "What can you do?" said Dr. Harper. "I can play center," replied Phil. "Just the man," said Dr. Harper, "that we need." So Phil left Shattuck Military School, where he was putting the fear of Allen into lads who feared otherwise neither God nor man, and came to Chicago, where he tore up the turf, swore at his opponents in medieval Latin, smoked a meditative cigarette on the field whenever time was taken out, and blazed a bloody trail to victory. His smile was gentle but his spirit free. Those were the days. Nights he absorbed beer and Old High Ger man till two a. m., read Hebrew for an hour by way of relaxation, and then, if there was nothing else to do, went to bed. But there was almost always something else to do — some problem of theology to be argued out, for instance, or some previously unsettled fight with a night-hawk cabman to be decided. A year later he became a Doctor of Philosophy and began to teach university students, which in a full-time, incidental, big way, he has con tinued to do ever since. WHAT to teach, he has never fully de cided. There used to be a marvelous drink called a pousse cafe. You never knew what was in it; it refracted all the colors of the rainbow; when you had swallowed it, you had a thousand doubts and only one certainty, that you had to have another. Phil's teaching was like that. The basis of it was German literature, but there were elements in it of all philosophies and. all experiences. Phil was at thirty as old as the world, and at sixty he remains as young as the questions of his pupils. I passed one day the door of his class room, in which were gathered a hundred and fifty boys and girls, intent as trout in a feeding- time. I watched and listened; but Phil was quoting a Latin lyric, which I could not un derstand, so I passed on. Later I asked a young Jew, intellectually ardent to the edge of violence, "What was Professor Allen lec turing on yesterday?" "Pacifism," he said. "No, that was the day before. Yesterday he was talking about peanuts." His office was lined with books, in various languages. His pupils hung about it. "Mr. Allen, I want a book." "Here's one." "It's in French." "Can't you read French?" "No sir." "Then you should. Taking a course in Ger man Literature and can't read French? Take the book along and learn how." Or a charming young lady, with an entire ly unwrinkled mind, would say, "Mr. Allen, I want to talk to you." "What about?" "This book you lent me." "Did you read it?" "Yes sir, and it scares me." "My fault, my dear young woman, my fault! I didn't realize, when I let you take it, that you could read." After a while Allen became the Chairman of the Department of German Language and Literature. Soon afterward he re-numbered his courses. "I see," said I, "that you have changed your courses." "Not at all," said he. "Same courses. I just changed the pre-requisites. The dean and I thought I had too many students." EVEN the family of a college professor must eat occasionally. So, immediately after his marriage, which took place before he began to play football in Chicago, Allen be- JAMES WEBER LINN gan editing textbooks, in series. Nobody knows how many series of textbooks he has compiled and edited. They include French Without a Teacher, German "Without a Teacher, and Spanish Without a Teacher; but all those he brought out in one year, nor did he regard that as a full year's work. For a while he was to the textbook what Alexander Dumas was to the novel, the head of a sort of academy. He furnished the ideas and the plan, a staff filled in, and then he gave the work the final Allen touch. He was God's gift to publishers. The head of a great firm in Boston said once, years ago, "Do you know what Harvard University is? It is the foundation of the fortune of Ginn and Com pany." Allen was, from the publisher's point of view, a sort of individual Harvard University. But now he is himself a. publisher, a member of the firm of Thomas Rockwell and Company. As such, dealing with a hundred authors, de vising and passing upon scores of books a year, he has become a man of sorrows and ac quainted with grief. Yet the authors love him Temperamental himself, he understands tem perament, which authors are filled with noth ing else but; especially young authors. Willing, as always, to work fourteen hours a day, he is equally willing, as always, to interrupt his work to talk with anybody for three hours about pacifism or peanuts. He talks as he played football, roughly, sensitively, casually, interminably, effectively. Not sixty years, not even the passage of the Volstead Act, have decreased his confidence in himself or his belief and trust in others. He has never failed to do whatever it occurred to him to do, or been ashamed of anything he has done. There is little in him reminiscent of Walter Savage Landor, but in talking with him I have often been reminded of the most famous of the Landor stories. That impulsive gentleman once threw his Italian chef out of a second story window into the garden, and then, lean ing to look after him, cried, "Good God! I forgot my violets!" August, 1931 29 EUROPE IN THREE LETTERS A Leisurely Inspection of the Not Wholly Darkened Continent By Durand Smith ROME, ITALY. TRAVEL in Italy holds for the eager vis itor a certain zest that other countries rarely offer. This extra exhilaration lends color and excitement to even the most casual contacts. At first it may not appear as an additional attraction. The bewildered traveller may even resent it, but eventually its sporting aspect will predominate and ever after it will give an unique flavor to his Italian days. It is a great game, a fascinating battle of wits, a test of one's moral courage, demanding alertness, patience and self control, this great Italian sport of short-changing. At first glance, the odds apparently favor the home side as in the old army game, and the hapless tourist may growl about dishonesty and swindling. Not at all. It is a recognized and integral part of the moral and sporting code of the Italian lower classes. "When in Rome," you know. Realizing that he will be "done" anyway if he doesn't play the game, and remembering that a "lira saved is a lira earned," the traveller soon admits that his chances are fifty-fifty. It is all quite simple. If the Italian succeeds in short-changing you (for by the nature of things, he believes himself entitled to success), he wins. If you catch him and get your due, you win. WITH the experience of several visits to Italy behind me, I reached Milan this summer eager for the fray and anticipating several joy ous ¦ encounters. I had not long to wait. When I bought my ticket to Como, I was forced to give a 100 lire note. The ticket-seller gave me my ticket and several 10 lire pieces, then turned quickly to the man who was shoving past me. I was not to be hurried, however, and I deliberately counted my change. As I expected, it was exactly 10 lire short. I remonstrated in my bad Italian. He protested fluently with many shrugs and ges ticulations. I was adamant. Finally, with an air of disdain, he shoved a 10 lire piece across the counter. "Grazie tante" from me; a sud den disarming smile and "buon viaggio" from him. Oh, these Italians accept defeat sport- ingly! When I bought my ticket to Venice, the ticket-seller wouldn't play. Disappointedly I pocketed my proper change and boarded the train without the taste of battle in my mouth. Venice, however, is a great sporting center and if you go to the Lido by the humble steam-boat, the opportunities are excellent. The Venetian system is to hesitate, to give change in driblets in the expectation that what is first offered will be quickly swept up by the hurrying traveller. Time and again I won contests by merely waiting and counting the mass of centesimi. The ticket-seller would then give the impression of having been un able at first to change so large an amount as 5 lire (about twenty-five cents) or of having been slightly confused. FOR two weeks my record was unmarred by a single defeat. Then I lunched at a hotel in San Marino. The change I received from a 100 lire note was four or five 10 lire pieces. Later in the day, in Rimini, I gave them for a ticket to Ancona. One was shoved back at me and I saw that although it was the same size, the same weight, apparently the same metal and had almost the same design as out by a 2 lire piece. Really, there's no place like Italy. I have the pleasantest memories of it now. Eviva il sport! PARIS, FRANCE. OF course, the event of the summer in Paris is the International Colonial Expo sition. With an attendance of four hundred thousand reported for the last Sunday in June, it is definitely a great success. Everyone is talking about it and everyone is going to it, and going often, even on Fridays when the entrance fee is quadrupled — twelve francs instead of three. A large part of the Bois de Vincennes has been used for the Exposition and there build ings, architecturally appropriate, have been erected to house the exhibits. Naturally, the French colonial pos sessions are particularly well repre sented, but so are several other na tions, especially Holland, Belgium and Italy. A week would scarcely be long enough for one really to study the Exposition carefully. The vast num ber of exhibits is bewildering, the ac cumulated data and statistics stagger ing. The French are delightfully- curious about everything. There are charts to show the number of taxis in the principal cities of Java, where they were made, and the nationality of their owners. Ingeniously illumi nated maps show the number of light houses in Tripoli. A part of a steamer in the Belgian Congo is re produced. Diamond cutters are ac tually seen at work. "n'est ce pas?" "oh, yeah. but i like baden-baden better." the 10 lire pieces, it was marked 2 lire and dated 1916. The ticket-seller thought me easy picking then and tried unsuccessfully to short change me. This was a new stunt. I had never seen such a coin before. "The old money," I was told later. Yet it was humiliating to be done out of 8 lire in such an unsporting way, and in a respectable albergo, off guard, as it were. I vowed revenge. Early the next morning at the station, in Ancona, I bought a ticket to Assisi. Included among the 10 lire pieces which I handed over was the token of my defeat. I waited breath lessly while the ticket-seller sleepily counted my money. Slowly he gave me the change I hoped for. I passed quickly through the gate. It was a magnificent and crushing victory. I, a despised Americano, fair game for all the tricks of the trade, had short-changed an Ital ian to the extent of 8 lire. The shame of a hundred defeats of my countrymen was wiped T! HE American building is a rep lica of Mount Vernon and in it are many relics of Washington and Lafayette. Our own colonial posses sions, Alaska, Hawaii, Porto Rico, the Philip pines and the Virgin Islands exhibit their products, and Chicago seizes the opportunity to advertise its approaching World's Fair. For the average visitor, however, the main interest lies in the amazing and superb variety of architecture. The masterpiece of the Expo sition is, without question, the replica of the Temple of Angkor in French Indo-China. That alone would have made the Exposition memorable. At night, illuminated by soft yel low lights, the Temple is a vision of enchant ment that belongs with the Arabian Nights or the Oz books. Another lovely sight is the lighting of three huge arches of water over Lake Daumesnil, which change from mauve to cerise and emerald and silver. Many other unique buildings characterize the Exposition — Madagascar and French East Africa are noteworthy — and when they are all illuminated to- (Continued on page 74) 30 The Chicagoan MR. SAMUEL INSULL A Portrait by Sandor SANDOR, WHOSE WORKS IN LIGHTER VEIN AND MEDIA ARE FAMILIAR to readers of The Chicagoan, recently completed this strik ing OIL OF THE DISTINGUISHED SPONSOR OF THE CHICAGO CIVIC OPERA FOR HIS HOME AT 1100 LAKE SHORE DRIVE. THE REEF MORNING. MARINE COAST LIFTING FOG SEASCAPES By LUNDMARK THE CAREER OF LEON LUNDMARK. WHOSE WORKS WERE LATELY CELE BRATED IN A ONE-MAN SHOW AT THE MIDLAND CLUB, IS IMPRESSIVE REFUTA TION OF THE TRADITION WHICH HOLDS THAT A CHICAGO ARTIST MUST PROVE HIS TALENTS IN PARIS, LONDON, OR AT VERY LEAST NEW YORK, IF HE WOULD GAIN RECOGNITION AT HOME. PRESERV ING A BLAND INDIFFERENCE TO THIS SHIBBOLETH, AND LEAVING CHICAGO ONLY TO SET UP HIS EASEL ON THE COLORFUL MAINE COAST OR THE ROCKY RIM OF LAKE SUPERIOR, THE ARTIST HAS WON IN A DELIBERATE DECADE TO A COM MANDING POSITION AMONG CONTEMPO RARY PAINTERS OF MARINE SUBJECTS. MARINE ELEMENTS HOW MODERN ART CAME TO TOWN The Armory Show and the Matisse Rebellion By C. J. Bulliet author of Apples and Madonnas. The Courtezan Olympia, Venus Castina. Robert Mantell's Romance and other works. ANEW era for art in Chicago dawned March 24, 1913, when the International Exhibition of Modern Art, otherwise known as "The Armory Show," opened at the Art Institute of Chicago. That was twenty years after the start of the World's Columbian Exposition, during the progress of which Chicago became for the first time "art conscious" — and so thorough was the 1893 inoculation that our present "oldest in habitants" still live under the spell then woven, unable be cause unwilling to throw it off. In light of developments in forty years, it is curious to glance back at that magic year, 1893. Henri Rousseau exhibited that spring in Paris in the salon of the Independants, and so did Toulouse-Lautrec. Van Gogh and Seurat were already dead. Gauguin's first canvases from Tahiti were being shown at Durand- Ruel's. Renoir had painted all the magnificent pictures of his famous "classic period" — to which the Renoirs in the Chicago Art Institute belong. Cezanne had just finished his Card Players, and had done all the great portraits of himself and Mme. Cezanne , and all the Bathers, except the largest one, on which he was then working. Yet, there was no intima tion of any of this in the Chicago fair of 1893. Even more — there was no intima tion that Edouard Manet (dead in 1883) or Claude Monet, or Pissarro, or Mary Cassatt, or Berthe Morisot or any of the "Impressionists," then well established in more liberal circles of appreciation of Paris and the whole con tinent of Europe, had blazed brilliant new trails in paint- will be remembered, was the Director of the Art Department of the French International Exposition of 1889. He was Minister of Arts in the Gambetta Cabinet, and is widely rec ognized as one of the highest authorities on French art — both of the past and the present." Depend on M. Proust, with that back- "The selection of exhibits from the various foreign countries in most cases," says the introduction to the official catalog of the Art Gallery of the Columbian Exposition, "was made by committees of artists, working under the jurisdiction of Art Commissioners appointed by the government of the country. In France, M. Antonin Proust was made the Art Commissioner — a most excellent appointment. M. Proust, it Portrait of Marguerite, by henri matisse. exhibited in the armory show. ART INSTITUTE OF CHICAGO, 1913. ground, to send over nothing that would savor in the faintest aroma of the "communism" that had been annoying the official art of France for thirty years and more — definitely since Manet and his fellow rebels had forced Napo leon III in 1863 to grant them their Salon des Refuses. In the hands of M. Proust, the "Salon of Bouguereau" would be safe in Chicago. SEARCHING the Columbian Exposition catalog with a powerful magnifying glass in hopes of discovering some slip-up in the direction of liberality of some one or other of the "commissioners" — M. Proust was above suspicion — I j I encountered, with a quick ened heart beat, the name of Childe Hassam. We gen erally rate Hassam these days as a rather advanced Ameri can Impressionist — he has even experimented, according to report, with Expressionist heresies. But examination of his en try, The Day of the Grand Prix Races, indicates Hassam was following at that time dutifully the lessons he had learned from his cataloged masters, Boulanger and Lefebvre, and consequently was no more dangerous then than Kenyon Cox, William M. Chase and the other Americans represented. Chicago firmly believed that its World's Fair gallery represented the last word in contemporary art achieve ment, and this belief persisted in all the smugness of abso lute conviction until the Armory Show of 1913 ap peared with its jangles of discord. Not quite universal wis the conviction. Somehow vaguely across the Atlantic drifted the fame of the Paris Impressionists. Mary Cassatt was largely responsible. Not only was she a devoted dis ciple of Degas and Manet, but she was the sister of A. J. Cassatt, Pennsylvania railroad magnate. Millionaire Amer icans visiting Paris gradually became interested in the Impressionists, buying a few of the despised new paintings along with their Corots and Barbizons. Among them were Mrs. Potter Palmer and Martin A. Ryerson, and to the early zeal of these two, the Art Institute of Chicago is indebted for one of the finest collections of French Impression ists in the world. So "modern" is one of Mr. Ryerson's Renoirs, Child in White, even in a museum that houses the Birch-Bartlett collec tion, that a lady visitor standing suffering 33 The Bathers, by william a. bouguereau. CZAR OF FRENCH "OFFICIAL" ART AT THE TIME OF THE 1893 WORLD'S FAIR. THE CHICAGO SHOW FAITHFULLY REFLECTED THE "SALON OF BOUGUEREAU," WHICH THE FRENCH "IMPRESSIONISTS" AND CEZANNE WERE FIGHTING. COURTESY VALENTINE GALLERY, NEW YORK. before it not long ago was overheard to remark : "If I had a child that looked like that I'd take her to a specialist." In this period, too, — but quite by accident so far as "history" is concerned — Charles Deering was making the remarkable collection of El Grecos that are now one of the chief treasures of the Art insti tute. Though Cezanne and some of the other artists appreciated him, El Greco was not yet the high god in the pantheon of Modernism. His deification was the result of Julius Meier-Graefe's re-discovery of him on his visit to Spain in 1905. Before the German critic made his famous pro nouncements in his Spanish Journey, Mr. Deering had already assembled most of his Grecos, "because he liked them." IN the early days of this century, Renoir and Cezanne — and even Van Gogh and Gauguin — were rated as Impressionists along with Monet and Pissarro, and it was not until the advent of Matisse and his Fauves that a cleavage began to be marked. Matisse came in as the century dawned, and by the time Cezanne was leady to die in 1906, Paris was distinctly aware that a new "Modernism" had dawned, with Cezanne as its god and Matisse as his prophet. As early as 1908, Alfred Stieglitz showed some of Matisse's drawings in New York at his little gallery that was to become famous as 291 — its Fifth avenue address. The fame of Matisse traveled vaguely from New York and Paris to Chicago — its most faithful and determined courier being Arthur Jerome Eddy, a lawyer, who, years before as a bank clerk invited the good-natured banter of his business associates by saving his spare dollars to buy a Manet portrait. Another courier was a periodical published here, The Fine Arts Journal, which had as correspondent Charles Louis Borgmeyer, in touch with art matters in Paris, thoroughly and enthusiastically a partizan of the Impressionists, but lukewarm, though fair, to the new rebels. "Now we come to a stage in art that is puzzling many a better man than I ever hope to be," wrote Borgmeyer to his magazine about the time of the advent of the Armory show in New York, before it came to Chicago. "I am at a loss just how to tackle the subject, for it surely will be a case of the blind leading the blind. ... I am afraid to write what has been said against these pictures by Matisse and his followers, for I understand the censorship is strict in Chicago where the Fine Arts Journal is published. String together every bad adjective you can think of and apply them and perhaps you can get some idea of what has been said against them. The consensus of opinion seems to be that they have emptied out of painting much meaningless matter and that possibly out of their violence and extravagance may arise the next really formative and constitutional movement, but as yet it is only a big idea that has no one big Mile. Pogany, by brancusi. exhibited IN THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION OF MODERN ART, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS "THE ARMORY SHOW," UNDER THE TITLE MlSS Pogany. later in the john quinn COLLECTION. PHOTO COURTESY ARTS CLUB OF CHICAGO. HK ti +- .. ¦'\i K M Les Poseuses, by George seurat. exhibited in the armory show, later IN THE JOHN QUINN COLLECTION AND NOW THE PROPERTY OF DR. BARNES. COURTESY BARNES FOUNDATION, enough to express it, certainly not Matisse." SO, when the International Exhibition of Modern Art moved eventually from the excited atmosphere of the Armory at Twenty- eighth street and Lexington avenue, New York, into the Art Institute of Chicago, this western metropolis was not wholly unprepared, and it knew the chief villain was a Frenchman named Henri Matisse — easily burlesqued into "Henry Hair-Matress." It was not so sure of Pablo Picasso, the Cubist — cataloged as "Paul Picasso" (and queerly enough in the first French Modern show by the Arts Club of Chicago he is still "Paul Picasso") . Borgmeyer knew better — and I plead indulgence for another quotation from this critic, whose papers to The Fine Arts Journal were later gathered together and published in December, 1913, in perhaps the handsomest art book that has come out of Chicago, The Master Impressionists. Borgmeyer repeats with approval the opin ion of John Singer Sargent that "neither Picasso's nor Picabia's pictures have any claim whatever to being works of art." But Picasso and Picabia, though both abundantly represented in the Armory show, were a bit slighted by the populace in favor of another Cubist, Marcel Duchamp, whose N.ude Figure Descending a Staircase, was singled out for so much ridicule and contempt that it be came practically the scape-goat of the show. Nobody cared about minding manners in front of this picture. Loud guffaws and vulgar ges tures of contempt were the order of the day every day. As Cubism goes, the honor was not unmer ited. For N.ude Descending a Stair (the shorter and better name since substituted for the catalog designation) is one of the most dynamically alive of all creations in this bizarre technique. Duchamp regretted its sale to a Pacific coast collector, and on his last visit to America a few years ago tried unsuccess fully to buy it back. Next in popularity with the jokesmiths was Picabia's The Dance at the Spring, which Arthur Jerome Eddy bought, and which is now one of the gems of the collection, along with the Manet portrait, still in possession of his widow in a frowning Chicago mansion. It may be observed that the late John Quinn, already making his famous collection, not only loaned several canvases to the show, but also bought rather heavily from it during its residence at the Armory in New York. 35 AMONG the American exhib- JT\ itors was Arthur B. Davies, one of the show's sponsors, who gave it its chief "local touch." For, though Davies "was born in New York state (Utica), he was and is generally claimed by Chi cago because of his education in the Art Institute school and be cause of a prolonged residence here. He is probably to be re garded as the first and most dis tinguished of Chicago's "Modern ists," though it has since developed that he was not nearly so "wild" as he was reputed at the time of the Armory show. He and Arthur Jerome Eddy shared the Chicago spotlight during the ex citing three weeks of the sojourn of the pictures at the Art Institute. For it was a period of excite ment — the liveliest in the history of Chicago art. The ridicule was more savage than playful, and there developed a rising tide of non-smiling anger. Chicago artists — men like Oliver Dennett Grover, Lorado Taft and Ralph Clarkson, who were prosper ing at their trade, sensed a genuine menace — just as Chase and Cox had in New York — just as Bougue- reau and Gerome had in Paris. For if this "new-fangled idiocy" should be received as art, what would hap pen to the commissions of "genu ine" painters and sculptors? By a mischievous irony, a "one- man show" of paintings by Pauline Palmer — a conservative of conser vatives, then and now — was hung in the Institute galleries simultane ously with the Armory show. Not only were the artists angered and annoyed, but art-interested laymen were as well. Who were these French upstarts (they gave them harsher names like morons, anarchists and degenerates) to dis pel the golden dreams of the 1893 World's Fair? THE newspapers joined in, full-tilt. Naturally, being Chicago newspapers, they sided with "the better element of the community" and they turned loose their ablest satirists. Daily ham mering in the press increased the excitement, until by April 16 it had mounted to frenzy and the community was ready for the final upshot. Students of the Art Institute school staged the climactic scenes. One of them, Oliver Rainville (wonder whatever became of the superior talents Oliver thought he possessed?) was dressed in bizarre costume to impersonate "Henry Hair-Matress" — "whose name," reports the cautious Examiner, "is said to bear a close resemblance to one of the prominent artists represented in the exhibition." Students had made copies of "the master pieces of Henri Matisse," reports the Tribune, Mrae. Cezanne en Bleu, by cezanne. a portrait of mme. cezanne OF THIS TYPE, THOUGH NOT THIS PARTICULAR PICTURE, WAS IN THE ARMORY SHOW. CEZANNE PAINTED A NUMBER OF PORTRAITS OF HIS WIFE MUCH IN THIS FASHION. COURTESY Parting of Christ and the Virgin, by el greco. this painting is in THE DEERING COLLECTION, WHICH WAS BEING ASSEMBLED WHEN EL GRECO SUDDENLY BECAME THE HIGH GOD IN THE PANTHEON OF "MODERNISM." ART INSTIT OF CHICAGO. "Luxury, The Goldfish and The Blue Lady, the latter painted red," and the Inter Ocean volunteers the opinion "it would have been difficult to distinguish them from the originals" — so easy it is, even for a child of 5, to match Matisse. "Promptly at 4 p. m." (on this last day of the show), reports the Tribune, "the students, dressed in motley garb, emerged from the front door of the Art Institute and led the prisoner" ("Henry Hair- Matress"), "white and terrified, to the south portico, where the trial was held. The prisoner, heavily manacled, was thrust forward at the point of a rusty bayonet, and the prosecutor general, Olin Tra vis" — (Travis; Travis — have we ever heard of him since?) — "scowled darkly and read the in dictment. " 'You are charged with artistic murder, pictorial arson, artistic rapine, total degeneracy of color, criminal misuse of line, general esthetic aberration, and contuma cious abuse of title,' he said. "The jury, composed of Foreman Robert McCourt" — (but where are the snows of yesteryear?) — "and eleven girls, took one look at the pictures and fainted." The Tribune discriminates — it withholds the names of the fair eleven. The Examiner supplies the deficiency: Misses Ella Buchanan, Grace Spaulding, Maud Barber, Olive Smith, Ella Winters, Sidsell Nelson, Margaret Walker, Ger trude Azmur, Anita Parkhurst, Minnie Vinissky and Frances Thorpe. "When they had been revived," continues the Tribune, "they found him guilty of 'everything in the first degree,' and sentence was pronounced. The executioner stepped forward, but the shivering Futurist, overcome by his own conscience, fell dead. "The body was then transported to the north wing of the building, the funeral sermon was preached by the chaplain, Ray Mammes, who took his text from the Second Boo\ of Anatomy, and the oration was made by Henry Kiefer, who wrote the mask." (Somehow, we seem to remem ber Matisse, but can't seem to grasp the fame of any of these young men and women — art stu dents — who consigned him to oblivion.) " 'We regret,' he said, sobbing cheerfully, 'that you have only one life to give for your principles. So let it be with all artistic traitors. You were a living example of death in life; you were ignorant and cor rupt, an insect that annoyed us, and it is best for you and best for us that you have died.' " It had been the intention of the students to proceed then to hang a stuffed "dummy" — a replica of the flesh-and-blood "Henry Hair-Mat ress," but police, who had been warily watch ing the proceedings, interfered, and the cere monies closed with the burning of the three "monster pieces." (Continued on page 64) 36 The Chicagoan SMART SUMMER RENDEZVOUS CHICAGOAK THE CLUB HOUSE AT ONWENTSIA, WHICH MADE A MAGNIFICENT BACKGROUND FOR THE RECENT INTERNATIONAL POLO MATCHES. THE POST AND PADDOCK CLUB HOUSE AT ARLINGTON PARK FROM THE VERANDAH OF WHICH THE MEMBERS OF THE CLUB VIEWED RACES OF THE SUCCESSFUL THIRTY DAYS MEETING. August, 19.31 37 AT THE CLASSIC "CLASSIC ->-> ATIONAL MRS. ROBERT MC CORMICK AND MRS. R. K. CALDWELL. MR. AND MRS. JOHN HAY WHITNEY. MR. BENJAMIN LESLIE BEHR AND HIS DAUGHTER, MISS EDITH, ON THE CLUB VERANDAH. SENATOR JAMES HAMILTON LEWIS, AN INTERESTED SPECTATOR OF THE ARLINGTON EVENTS. 38 The Chicagoan LEFT TO RIGHT, MRS. HOWARD LINN, MISSES CATHERINE AND ANNA PARKER, MRS. FREDERIC MC LAUGHLIN, MRS. C. AMORY AND MRS. MONTEFIORE STIEN AT ONWENTSIA. HORSE DEVOTEES TO THE RIGHT, FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, THE MISSES GERALDINE SWIFT, MARGUERITE WATSON AND NARCISSUS SWIFT AT THE ARLINGTON RACES. BELOW AND TO THE LEFT, MRS. STANLEY KEITH AND HER DAUGHTER, MISS BETTY, WATCH THE INTERNATIONAL CHALLENGE MATCH. TO THE RIGHT, MRS. ALBERT B. DEWEY, MRS. GRAHAM ALDIS AND MRS. CYRUS MC CORMICK AT ONWENTSIA FOR THE SANTA PAULA-OLD AIKEN MEETING. UNDERWOOD if UNDERWOOD INTERNATIONAL August, 1931 39 X; THE SANTA PAULA PLAYERS ALFREDO HARRINGTON, JUAN REYNAL, JOSE REYNAL AND MANUEL ANDRADA. li CHICAGOAN THE ARGENTIN IGLEHART DRIVING THE BALL ANDRADA, MILLS, JUAN AND JOSE REYNAL AND RATHBORNE IN CHARACTERISTIC ACTION. CONTRITION, AUTUMN BELLS AND FICHET FINISH IN THAT 0* EQUINE 1 The summer has been King H season at Washington Par\, he"1 all society in humble tow. He?e world, expert and dilletante, «"• Grand, administered scant mtrtt,, a oncgoal victory over Santa P tered now, save those which <& trious thoroughbreds that rei$ again at Lincoln F& TWENTY GRAND, KURT- SINGER UP, PARADES TO THE POST. Chicagoan \ S SCORE A GOAL. CHICAGOA!" UNDERWOOD «• UNDERWOOD THE OLD AIKEN PLAYERS ELBRIDGE GERRY, JAMES B. MILLS, STEWART IGLEHART AND JOSEPH C. RATHBORNE. ER IN A STEEPLECHASE FEATURING THE ARLINGTON MID-WEEK. CHICAGOAN MANUEL ANDRADA AND ELBRIDGE GERRY MIX IT UP IN A TENSE MOMENT OF THE FIRST DAY'S PLAY, WON BY OLD AIKEN. ROYALTY rse's own. Following a notable loved upon broad Arlington with the mighty Mate upset the racing h his stunning defeat of Twenty ?s before Old Ai\en was to score ula at near-by Onwentsia. Scat' filling in at Hawthorne, the illus- td over Arlington will assemble U on the twenty fifth. MATE, ROBERTSON UP, HELD BY OWNER A. C. BOSTWICK. CHICAGOAN August, 1931 41 DISTINGUISHED INTERIORS A BED ROOM OF CHARM AND DECORE IN THE ROBERT H. MORSE HOME AT 1242 LAKE SHORE DRIVE. KAUFMANN if FABRY THE DECORATIVE SCHEME OF THE BATH IN THE MORSE HOME IS SILVER AND ANTIQUE MIRRORS. THE DELIGHTFULLY ARRANGED LIVING ROOM OF THE ROBERT M. LEE HOME IN CEDAR STREET. 42 The Chicagoan MOTORS IN THE NEW MODES COUPE-ROADSTER, ONE OF THE SIX PACKARD EIGHT DE LUXE CARS ORDERED BY KING ALEXANDER OF JUGOSLAVIA FOR HIS PERSONAL USE. THE DISTINGUISHED FLEETWOOD ALL-WEATHER PHAETON ON THE TWELVE CYLINDER CADILLAC CHASSIS. THE FLEET LINES OF THE DUESENBERG TOWN CAR, WITH ITS MURPHY RICHLY DONE INTERIORS AND HANDSOME EXTERIORS MARK THE CORD BODY, DO NOT DETRACT FROM ITS DIGNIFIED APPEARANCE. CONVERTIBLE CABRIOLET AS A CAR OF DASH AND SPEED. August, 1931 43 Wheat and steel, hogs and cinema ac tresses, brush salesmen and bankers. Every day some forty-three hundred iron monsters haul them in and out of the city. North, south, east and west, the locomo tives snort with the wealth of a nation, the high hopes of holiday makers, the calculations of money-makers, in tow. One of them brings his eastern caravan into his LaSalle Street haven and rests for a moment of beauty, caught by the camera of Edward McGill. AMERICAN PLAN Notes Across a Continent By Lucia Lewis ROLLING THROUGH NEBRASKA. BEEN getting pretty peevish the last few weeks. So many people stupidly register ing stupid reactions. "But you just did that same thing last year — and the year before — don't you ever get tired going all those miles over the same terri tory? — so many trains — such heat — I'd be bored to tears " But now there are miles between me and them and this is pretty much fun, again sur rounded by smiling Westophiles. It would take an awfully smug punk to get bored by the West. Every time I go I decide to make my next trip a longer one. Of course there's always to be a next trip. Even Nebraska. These fields are probably as hot or hotter than the Loop, but in the dim coolness of the observation car icy glasses are tinkling and a fresh little breeze comes singing through the windows. In my present fed-up ness with all things of the city, even the faint acrid whiff of smoke out on the platform, mingling with the pleasant scents of hay and clover fields, is heaven compared to the gaso line fog that has been hanging about me on the city streets. TOWARD THE ROCKIES. WE woke up early this morning and peered out the compartment windows while the sky was a faint blush from the not quite risen sun. As the rays lengthened and the pink faded before a brilliant blue, far, far off towards the west a hazy ridge began to assert itself. No matter how often I see this ridge it makes my heart pump with the same quick thrill. It almost seems as if the train were rushing along a little more eagerly. The long gradual ascent towards higher altitudes is not perceptible except in the growing ex hilaration of the air, a cool tingling wind that was surely born in the mountains. THEM THAR HILLS. HAD my baptism of fire as usual in the short drive to Lookout Mountain, after luncheon . at the country club and nine holes of sporty golf when on every tee I caught a new angle of mountain loveliness with my eye and a sand trap with my ball. We started on the drive about mid-afternoon. As we rose over Denver the sun began to sink. We reached the top in a burst of real fire. Every peak all around shot rays of bronze, purple, clear gold and fairy lilac till I felt like shelter ing my eyes and soul from so much blinding glory. I'd rather be Buffalo Bill lying in the sun and stars on this mountain peak than any world figure moldering under the stones of Westminster Abbey. Almost envied him as we stood at his grave while the light faded and the stars came out so clear and near we could just about feel them on our shoulders. If you phone ahead now you can eat at one of the inns along the way. Up at our moun tain inn the aroma of thick broiling steak after a day in this amazing air almost made me howl like a hungry coyote. THE next day we shoved off for Colorado Springs. Things moved too fast to be chronicled and now it's just a delightful blur of shifting sensations. The Broadmoor sprawl ing in the lap of the most god-awful moun tains (and I mean that reverently) . . . watch ing a polo match with massive Cheyenne Mountain glowering over it . . . golfing, golf ing, golfing and never getting fagged . . . the winey air more intoxicating than a Martini . . . puffing up Pike's Peak in the silly little cog railway and giggling at a frozen-faced tourist, only to became frozen-faced ourselves as the terrible grandeur of the country burst upon us at the top . . . pouncing upon plates of fresh mountain trout . . . worshipping at the Seven Falls . . . one ride over the trails in the pine woods and the decision to stay on and on and let the rest of the trip go hang, only to be spurred on by the yards and yards of railroad tickets still in our bag. Now, of course, we're glad, but some day I'm going to allow more than a few days at the Broadmoor and more time for riding, and a week in Estes. And I'll go up to have a look at the Moffat tunnel and the untouristed country of northwest Colorado, and I'll do San Isabel forest and learn how to catch trout as well as devour them. One is never finished with the West. I never came out of Colorado by the D. R. and G. way and now I wonder why. This winding through canyons and that stop at the Royal Gorge with the thin thread of a bridge far above us, the sun setting and painting awesome shadows in the depths of the canyon, the thrill of climbing, climbing, into thin air to cross the backbone of the Rockies at ten thousand feet is something not to be talked about but to be done. OCEAN IN THE DESERT. COMING out of the Rockies we joined hands with Southern Pacific for the final trek and to do that un-missable crossing of Salt Lake. We're reeling across it now on that long narrow trail that permits us to look right down out of our window into swirls of authentic salt foam. Spirals of white foam rise to the surface, break into tiny whirlpools and coin spots, curlycues and stars like snow crystals, gulls swoop about the train and prac tically peer into our compartments, coppery red rock islands jut out of the water here and there, the air is brisk and salty, and altogether this is the most fantastic adventure in an over land journey that one could dream. BEDLAM IN THE DESERT. COULDN'T resist the temptation to get off and have a look at Reno though I felt pretty self-conscious sneaking out after a plati num blonde and a veiled brunette who brushed past the reporters at the station with a haughty "nothing to say." For want of something bet ter they fell upon us and looked both bewil dered and skeptical when we announced that our motive was impure curiosity. But since we didn't have fourteen-carat names they didn't bother to probe further. This is more fantastic than Salt Lake. Our curiosity wasn't keen enough to make us wait over for a peek at court proceedings but maybe some day I'll come back and stick it out for a bookful of notes. Somebody certainly could squeeze the real color out of this place and go that inane Vanderbilt book one better. Ye gods, what females! They're bored sick and haven't a single resource within themselves. It's a gold mine for the merchants who dash out here to prey upon the divorce-seekers with clothes, jewels; almost anything goes at record breaking prices. Saw one woman place an order for about three hundred dollars worth of perfumes and cosmetics just out of sheer boredom. She'll probably give them to her chambermaid when she goes back east. The rattle of slot machines resounds all day and the whir of roulette wheels all night. Hung around the drug stores and heard three ver sions of the Arno-chasing and half a dozen juicy scandals. Men are scarce and the women about town pounce upon taxi-drivers, hotel clerks, gigolos, anything to nail an escort. One wouldn't stoop to making moral noises and getting shocked but it is unamusing, to say the least. How refreshing San Francisco sounds! THAT GOLDEN GATE. JUST a week ago we boarded the ferry in the early morning fog and shoved towards Market Street just as the last veil lifted and old Frisco sparkled before our glad eyes. Been tearing ever since and haven't even started to look into all the joys in store. Almost cried into my Chicken Salad Victor at the old St. Francis, I was so happy to be here again. Spent several hours feasting eyes and lungs at Golden Gate Park and more time than that feasting the palate. That fresh Crab Louis at Solari's; those buttery sand-dabs at the Palace; an outdoor tea-room on the fringe of China town where the California salad is something to sing over — tender hearts of artichoke, slices of avocado, tiny fresh shrimp and flaked crab; motored down the Peninsula for a spicy Span ish dinner — a fig upon the epicures of Paris! We delved deep (Continued on page 77) 45 VI BASEBALL Chicago Cubs and Cincinnati, Wrigley Field, August 29, 30; Pittsburgh, Septem ber 6, 26, 27; St. Louis, September 7; Philadelphia, September 10, 11, 12; Boston, September 13, 14, 15, 16; Brooklyn, September 17, 18, 19; New York, September 20, 21, 22. Chicago White Sox and Washington, Comiskey Park, August 11, 12, 13, 14; Boston, August 15, 16, 17, 18; Philadelphia, August 19, 20, 21, 22; New York, August 23, 24, 25, 26; Cleveland, August 31, September 1, 2; Detroit, Septem ber 3, 4, 5, 6. GOLF Westmoreland Tarn O'Shanter, Westmoreland Country Club, August 1 1 . Medinah Camel Trail, Medinah Country Club, August 12. Gleneagles Gambol, Gleneagles Country Club, August 12. C. D. G. A. Team Matches, Flossmoor Country Club, August 13. Cook County Amateur Championship, Garfield Park, August 13-15. C. D. G. A. Amateur Championship, Knollwood Country Club, August 24-27. Women's Western Championship, Exmoor Country Club, August 24-28. National Amateur Championship, Beverly Country Club, August 31 -September 5. C. D. G. A. Pro- Amateur Tournament, Club Casa del Mar, September 14. Women's Western Seventy-two Hole Medal Play, Wanakaha Country Club, Buffalo, Ohio, September 14-16. National Women's Championship, Country Club, Buffalo, September 21-26. HORSE RACING Hawthorne, Hawthorne, Illinois; through August 22. Lincoln Fields, Crete, Illinois; thirty days, August 24-September 26. Hawthorne, twelve days, September 2 8 -October 10. Aurora, Aurora, Illinois; eighteen days, October 12-31. POLO Oak Brook Polo Club; games Tuesdays and Thursdays at 5:00 P. M.; Sundays at 3:30 P. M. Tournaments throughout August. Onwentsia Club; tournaments, August 29-September 12. REGATTAS Lipton Cup Race, R Class, Chicago Yacht Club; off Belmont Harbor, 2:00 P. M., August 13, 14, 15. Nutting Cup Race, S Class, Chicago Yacht Club; off Belmont Harbor, 2:15 P. M., August 13, 14, 15. Chicago Daily News Regatta, All Classes, under auspices C. Y. G; off Navy Pier, August 22. TENNIS National Doubles Championship, Longwood Cricket Club, Chestnut Hill, Penn sylvania, August 24. Chicago City Championship, Chicago Town and Tennis Club, September 14. 46 SHALL WE JOIN THE LADIES? A Preview of the Women 's Western Field SEVERAL summers have elapsed, water has run under the mill since last the Women's Western match play golf tournament, the pride of the gilded territory from the Alle- ghanies to the Pacific coast, has been held in the Chicago district, but on the 24th of this month back come the lady golfers to do battle at Exmoor Country Club on the Northshore. The objective of the 150 shooters (figures taken from advance calculations of the Western board of directors) will be the W. A. Alex ander trophy (slightly more than gallon capacity) which dates back to 1901 and is at present resting on the mantle piece of the Milburn Country Club of Kansas City, Mis souri, by the grace of Miriam Burns Horn Tyson. The business of predicting freely in advance in regard to the identity of the ultimate winner of the championship is always a dangerous proposition. You may start out blithely with a proposed champion and then find to your cha grin that on qualifying day she pushes her tee shots, chokes her fairway attempts, and three- putts nine greens. In order to circumnavigate this calamity it is best to pick about twenty CHICAGOAN JANE WEILLER OF VERNON RIDGE, THE NEW WOMEN'S CHICAGO DISTRICT CHAMPION. By Anne Armstrong shooters, speak with the voice of one who has authority, and then pray that one of the twenty comes through. As a matter of fact there are about fifteen of the expected entrants who have a chance of coming through to win the meet. The rest of the field will act as goats for the sheep to shame. This is at it should be, because, were there no goats, we'd have no way of identi fying the sheep. Miriam Burns Horn Tyson, who has won the championship successively as Miriam Burns, Mrs. Joe Horn and Mrs. George W. Tyson, thereby confusing everyone, will arrive at Exmoor in due time to defend her title. Miriam won the tournament for the first time in 1923 when it was played at Exmoor. She defeated Louise Fordyce of Youngstown, Ohio, at that time. The following year she ran up to the title. In 1925 she was semi-finalist and last season she defeated Dorothy Page, the professor's daughter from Madison, Wisconsin, in the final round of the tourney played at Hillcrest in Kansas City, Missouri. Miriam still is going strong, is quite as pretty as ever, and fully capable of creating sensations as she was when she first entered competition. Virginia Van Wie, who still signs herself from Beverly Country Club for old times sake, although she has not lived more than two weeks at a stretch in Chicago for the past three years, will be there. Virginia, who should be winning the tournament hands down, might be picked as the runner-up. She has a run-up complex which has kept her just this side of championships year in and year out. Twice she has reached the finals of the Na tional only to curl up under the glorious vision of light which constitutes Glenna Collett. She has a habit of qualifying low in the Western tournament, winning her early matches with splendid shooting, and then suddenly slumping to lose to some outsider. To date she has won the Chicago District Championship three times, the Western match play once, and she cleans up with nice regularity in the winter meets down south. If style, long tee shots, fine iron play, and delicate putting stroke meant as much as one might reasonably suppose, Vir ginia should spray Exmoor with defeated golf ers at will. But life isn't like that. FROM out California way three golfers of national fame will come. Mrs. Harry (Leona to you) Pressier, Mrs. Gregg Lifur, and Kathleen Wright. Mrs. Pressier plays with the precision of a machine, the product of years of training under her former husband who pro fesses golf in California, and she has won the tournament twice beside having run up to the National in 1929. Mrs. Pressier always is one of the most interesting features of the week. She arrives several days before the opening round, practices without changing her expres sion, retires away from the maddening crowd, qualifies comfortably, and then knocks off her opponents with deadly calm. CHICAGOAN JUNE BEEBE OF OLYMPIA FIELDS, RUNNER-UP IN THE RECENT TOURNAMENT AT CALUMET. Mrs. Gregg Lifur has the distinction of being the most nervous woman among the golfers. She runs hither and yon, speaking staccato, but when she gets on a golf course there is no one who plays more slowly than she unless it is Mrs. O. S. Hill of Kansas City, Missouri. Mrs. Lifur and Mrs. Hill were in the finals of the tournament two years ago at the Mayfield Country Club of Cleveland and they finished in the moonlight after playing 37 holes which required three times as many practice strokes as actual shots. Lining up putts is a surveyor's job for these two golfers and a match with either of them is liable to develop into an en durance contest. Immediately following that famous Cleveland match a meeting of the Western board was called and a time limit placed on all matches. That will put an end to that. However, the golf of Mrs. Lifur and Mrs. Hill should not be judged entirely by the time angle. Mrs. Hill in particular is a phenomenon. She took up golf only six years ago and her bull dog tenacity has put her among the best golfers of the country. In 1929 she won the Western and in (Continued on page 77) August, 1931 47 MIMES IN MIMEOGRAPH Actors and Actresses You Have Met By William C. Boyden A CTORS- Who simulate suavity by deliberately tapping a cigarette on a gold cigarette case. Who wear patent leather boots with cloth tops. Who recite Gunga Din or Boots when called upon in a night-club for impromptu entertainment. Who make curtain speeches about how glad they are to be back in Chicago. Who pick out a blonde in the front row and ogle her throughout the performance. Who believe that the sole requisites for the playing of high comedy are an English accent, pleated pants, a double breasted dinner jacket and a dash of Stacomb. Who suggest unbridled passion by panting like a two-miler. Who deem it terribly funny to kick another actor in the seat of the trousers. Who are convinced that character acting means to don a frowsy wig, let the hands shake in palsy and sit in front of a grate-fire lament ing the golden days of their youth. Who achieve comic results by waving their hands like windmills while they talk French at a thousand words a minute. Who enjoy playing characters whose en trances are heralded by such phrases as, "where is that handsome devil, Count Stanislaus, whom no woman seems to be able to resist." Who tell you all about the mean tricks the star plays to enhance his or her performance at the expense of other players in the cast. Who portray boyishness by throwing the legs over the arm of a chair and heaving a pillow at the ingenue. Who claim to think so much of their Art that they would not so degrade themselves as to work in Hollywood for $5000 per week. Who wear -white polo breeches and pith helmets in dramas about Britishers in the Tropics. Who feel that no seduction scene is prop erly costumed unless they swank about in a smart lounging robe. Who have their picture taken with a pipe and a dog. Who have been told that they have a Bar- rymore profile and, consequently, never look the audience in the face. Who fancy themselves in the uniform of a Hungarian Hussar. Who believe that restrained acting consists in complete lack of facial expression and gesture. Who interpret Russian drama by going about the stage looking as though they had lost their last friend. Who stagger on the stage in war plays with a gory rag about the dome and a lot of flour ¦on the uniform. Who think that Wall Street bankers al ways pound the table and smoke Corona - Coronas. Who sing waltz songs while holding a rose between the hands. Who panic the audience by putting a hand on the hip and mincing across the stage. Who play detectives by roaring like a bull and shaking a threatening finger at all the other characters in the show. Who receive evil tidings by crumpling the telegram in one hand and gazing fixedly into space as they let the paper fall unheeded to the floor. Who kiss heroines on the back of the neck. ACTRESSES *» Who slink wickedly about the stage accoutered with a dead-white make-up, car mine lips, a long cigarette holder, dangling ear rings, and as little gown as the police will permit. Who believe their voices are like Ethel Barrymore's. Who imagine that a forty-year-old gal can play a flapper of seventeen by letting the hair fall in curls over the shoulders. Who put over comic songs by looking cross eyed and being knock-kneed. Who weigh two hundred pounds and get laughs by falling on an actor built like Ernest Truex. Who weigh ninety pounds and make a liv ing by allowing three husky Italians to throw them around in adagio dances. Who sit on pianos and tearfully sing of life's frustrations. Who dress like frumps in Act 1 with hair plastered back, horn rimmed spectacles and severe tailored suit, only to emerge in Act 3 in a Paris frock, a ritzy coiffure and a face as beauteous as you please. Who cover a lissome body with brown make-up and make beach-combers out of nice young Englishmen. Who wear uniform and Sam Brown belt, leading, in a rousing March Song, forty pan- sies decked out as soldiers of the Foreign Legion. Who depict emotion by massaging their tummies. Who play wise-cracking old dowagers whose great wisdom instructs the ingenue and juve nile how to attain happiness. Who disport themselves like cheer-leaders in leading the chorus of college boys and cam pus coeds in one of those pep songs. Who are billed as specialty-dancers but coax applause by -wrapping one ankle around the neck and the other around the hips. Who borrow the whimsical manner of Beatrice Lillie. Evangeline Raleigh, with us last sea son for more than thirty weeks as the third and dancingest little girl in Three Little Girls, was a beauteous moth around the candle of Chicago's night life. She added a decorative and ingratiating note to Ben Bernie's Thursday nights at the College Inn, to Harry Puck's Saturday soirees at the Opera Club and to count- less other occasions when the elite of the Loop foregathered. Yet, unlike the moth of proverb, her gracile wings have never been singed. Next season she ivitt flutter with her colorful charm in one of the Messrs. Shubert's new ones, The Kiss- able Girl. And very appropriate, if one may say so. The photograph is by Ermates. Who start life as Miss Paducah and end in a Joseph Urban tableau dressed just like a nackt-kultist. Who play Ibsen heroines in Little Theatres. Who believe that the way to play a Belle of the Old South is to talk like a negress and simper like a high-school girl. Who appear as a street waif dolled up in a swell marcelle, ten bucks worth of silk stock ings and a Patou frock torn in a couple of places. Who give interviews after their divorces in which they opine that marriage is incompati ble with a stage career. Who coyly chide critics for roasts or luke warm notices. Who, after the show, order canard au sang, broiled live lobster, squab a la Lucullus on the theory that they never eat before a perform ance. Who in French farces undress behind a screen, tossing out each article of apparel as it is doffed. Who black up, strap in a couple of pillows and depict the faithful old Mammy who com forts the distraught heroine when the gallant Captain has been called to the colors. Who stroll along the Boul Mich with a Russian wolf-hound on a leash. Who fancy themselves in roles of mystery- women who have had affaires with every rotter on the Riviera. Who get paid for standing around while comics chuck them under the chin and play fully spank their cute little bottoms. Who entertain informally by walking up and down the aisles calling prominent custom ers by their first names. Who believe it the height of humor to kiss bald headed men in the audience, leaving a crimson cupid's-bow on the naked pate. AND actors and actresses who can k. act. 48 Gaba's delightful soap models seemed a good dean means of suggesting to their respective employers the eminent suit ability of casting Mons. Maur ice Chevalier and Frau Marlene Dietrich in Gounod's Faust. The idea came out of a discussion of personality, as narrated in the accompanying item, and represents quite a paring down of possibilities. It was agreed that Herr Ernst Lubitsch should direct the piece and that Mons. Adolphe Menjou as Mephistopheles tvouid restore a proper Franco-Prussian parity. Supplemental dialogue would be expertly administered by Mr. Gene Markey and Irving Berlin should be quite glad to interpolate a song hit or two gratis. The photograph is by Barnaba. PICTURE PERSONALITY What It Is and Where They Get It By William R. Weaver WE'D been discussing personality, Gaba and I, and getting nowhere at all. He had chosen to defend the position that per sonality — the kind of personality, that is, which attracts multitudes — is the direct result of intellectual force manifested in manner, at titude and expression. I had elected to prove that sound glands have a good deal more to do with it. You can see how an argument of that kind could go into extra innings. We had wrestled with the topic some fif teen minutes, exhausting our respective sup plies of polysyllables and erudite references, when I stealthily dragged the fat out of the abstract with an offside "but look at Jack Dempsey!" Gaba said he had looked at him, that he had even drawn pictures of him — to prove which he drew a perfectly screaming one on my desk pad, and that the Dempsey personality was, in sooth, the very thing I'd been talking about. Which sweet victory he promptly annulled with "and look at the damn thing now?" "I admit," I admitted, "that Jack is in trinsically phoney — just a gorilla born out of turn — but look at Gene Tunney! If intellect could hold the crowd, he'd be the most popu lar pugilist of all time — whereas John L. Sullivan is!" "And if intellect had anything to do with pugilism," Gaba resisted, "Einstein would be champion of the world." There was nothing to do but call that a draw. ' ' \/ OU'RE confusing the issue," Gaba * explained, "by bringing action, deeds, physical accomplishment into the picture." "I'm arguing the physical side," I argued. "All right then," Gaba yielded, "let's — and let's begin with the physical side of Mar lene Dietrich." "Well, what about her?" "Is she popular because she has the best legs and the worst voice in pictures? Or is it because she knows what to do with them?" "I suspect," I suspected, trying not to be coarse, "the legs." "Then why," Gaba trapped me, "is Garbo just as popular covered to the floor?" "You tell me," I suggested. "Because Garbo knows as much about wearing a dress as Dietrich knows about go ing without one, and if you know enough about doing any one thing you've got a mouse trap and a market for it." THIS gave me an opening to mention a lot of people most of us have forgotten about. I disinterred the prodigious popular ity of G. M. Anderson and William S. Hart, the sum total of whose intellectual gifts has never been set down as equalling genius. I resurrected dear old Theda Bara, who made the world safe for Dietrichs, Garbos and Fifi Dorsays without so much as wrinkling a practically horizontal brow. I cited the sad cases of Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton, im mensely patronized in primitive pantomime and deserted forthwith at the dawn of dialogue. "I suppose," Gaba pretended to suppose, "you want me to believe that Chevalier wouldn't get across in silent pictures." "You know he wouldn't," I said. "Cheva lier is your intellectual type, incidentally healthy. He has a kind of cunning, a knowl edge of how to hide a short vocal range of average quality beneath a bushel of eloquent mannerisms — .mugging to you — and he'd be as bad in silent pictures as he is on the radio. Ever hear him?" "I never listen." "You would if intellect were everything." "What's intellectual about radio?" "Or glandular either?" "Let's leave Rudy Vallee out of this." "Agreed." "\ /V /ELL," Gaba put down the pencil V V with which he had made a one- man show of my desk pad — I'm framing it, "I'm glad we can agree about something." "I think," for I've always believed in re turning to argue another day, "we agree pretty well about everything. We differ only as to degree. I'm quite willing to admit that Dempsey's physique couldn't have won him all that money if he hadn't known what to do with it." "And I may as well confess that, intellectu ally brilliant as she may be, Dietrich couldn't do what she does with her legs if they were Marie Dressier 's." "Bringing up," I brought up, "a point worth noting — Marie didn't do so badly with hers, in her day." "Nor is she doing at all badly with her in tellect, now that the legs have maturer responsibilities." "Age does make a difference." "I doubt that," said Gaba, who is twenty- one. "I don't," said I, who have been twenty- one for some time. "Intellect doesn't age," ventured Gaba, considerately, I thought. "Look at Edison." "It doesn't, eh — look at the moratorium. And if you're implying that legs don't stand the test of time, look at Ann Pennington's!" "I'm not, because I have. It's an old American custom." AT this point adjournment was taken for lunch and, when coffee was served, re sults of our discourse began to take tangible form, both in the suggestion that is grandly proffered herewith (left, above) and on a table cloth which, perchance, may hang even now in an inner sanctum of St. Hubert's. We were no time at all, once it had been decided that intellect plus glandular integrity is much to be preferred above either minus the other, in deciding that the Chevalier and Dietrich personalities represent the maximum attainments, to date, in their respective sexes. Quite clearly, then, a picture combining these personalities must be, in so far as the power to make it so may be said to lie with the players, the most engaging (i.e. interest ing, successful, profitable, "hot") picture that can be made. Then why not make it? Mindful of Chevalier's success in uniform, and with an eye for the sport it would af ford, Gaba suggested J^apoleon and Jose' phine. Chevalier might be a bit tall for the role, but Napoleon's stature has increased with the passing of years. The idea looked good, thus far, but as Gaba sketched the costumes its brilliance faded. Josephine, what ever else she may have done and been, wore the skirts of her generation. We decided that Josephine is for Garbo. IT was my turn to suggest and, beginning with the costume this time and working up ward and outward, I came to Antony and Cleopatra. Here was ideal exercise for the Dietrich personality — she might even sing an Egyptian sequel to Falling in Love Again, and not at all inappropriately — and here was, as they say in the motor car advertisements, ample leg room. Gaba sketched the Dietrich ensemble in a few enthusiastic strokes and I was all for telegraphing Hollywood at once, but when he put a Roman helmet on Cheva lier he became Stan Laurel to the life. Essex and Elizabeth suffered the fate of Tiapoleon and Josephine, and then Gaba be gan to take serious stock of the situation. We were running out of prospects, if we were to preserve a Will Hays cleanliness, and it wasn't a great while until Gaba's train would take him away again to his Manhattan studio and his imperishable Ivory Snow folk. Chevalier, he reflected, could sing. Dietrich was no so prano, to be sure, but picture producers have made sopranos, to order, before now. These considerations opened the door to opera, and out popped Gounod, with Faust in one hand and a practically unlimited range of possibili ties in the other. 51 BORI AS THE DUCHESS OF TOWERS IN PETER IBBETSON The ghost of George du Maurier, editor of Punch, pictorial satirist, father of Trilby and Peter Ibbetson, hovers unobtrusively about Ravinia these days. For Deems Taylor, with the aid of Constance Collier, has translated the tender idyll of Peter and the Duchess into terms appropriate to the lyric stage. Taylor's music-drama places definitely as the sensation of the current Ravinia season, Bori as the most exotic of Duchesses. The role belonged, in the second decade of the century, to La Collier, who played it in company with John and Lionel. The regal Elsie Ferguson contributed it to the silver screen with V/allace Reed in the name part. Production of the opera last season stimulated a revival with Jessie Royce Landis as the Duchess and the grandiose Dennis King as Peter. The Chicagoan JUST AN ANNUAL PIPE-DREAM Prospectus for a Non-Existent Opera Company Bv Robert Pollak THE Ravinia rumors of early summer seem to have died down. No doubt Mr. Eckstein's bluntness at the beginning of the season had something to do with their partial dissipation. Before he cleared the atmosphere you could hear almost anything if you listened hard enough: that this would be his last fling; that Northwestern University (fancy that, Hedda) was planning to make a deal with the management with a view to using the opera as an adjunct to the curriculum; that the gen eral standard of the repertoire would be drastically revamped; everything, in short, but that Ravinia would presentedly merge with the Federal Farm Board. To all such conjec ture Eckstein replied with good-humored stubborness. He asserted succinctly that things would go on much as they had in the past. He planned to present the usual roster of fine principals and at least three novelties. At this writing and to nobody's surprise he remains exactly faithful to his program and to his own notion of what Ravinia should be. And his box-office has suffered only precisely as Business in General has suffered. The hurly-burly of talk, nevertheless, goes on. It is piano to pianissimo, but it persists. If Moore's Sunday column is any criterion he is in receipt of considerable correspondence on the subject of summer opera. The tone of his epistles ranges from mildly critical to indig nant. Around the pavilion, itself, you can always find somebody who is willing, nay, anxious to tell you how Ravinia should be run. It classifies as an amusing and inexpensive pastime, one in which your correspondent will presently indulge. But, in the meantime, it is only fair to consider an important point. Eckstein manages Ravinia, in part, to amuse himself. He must envision it, now and then, as a magnificent toy, a gimcrack of epic proportions. He sees it specifically as a Grand Opera Company with the correct cap ital letters. It must be conceived in grand operatic scope and dimension. It must be a working brother to the friendly Metropolitan. He builds his productions around solid gold stars like Bori, Rethberg and Martinelli and his repertoire is dignified and conventional, akin to that of any other major operatic insti tution. As long as he foots the bill and seems to enjoy it, I don't see that he owes anyone an explanation, not even Mr. Moore's irate cor respondents. And if this attitude seems too dogmatic, too benevolently paternal, don't forget that Eckstein always has a formidable working majority satisfied with the price of seats, the type of performance and the choice of operas. This faction cannot be bothered with the nice distinctions of aesthetic argu ment. I doubt if it would understand them. It gives not a whoop for innovations in mise- en-scejie or startling changes in repertoire. Nor is it particularly interested, come to think of it, in the size of the annual deficit. THIS writer believes not only that Ravinia could be made to pay, but that, as a profit-making institution, it would attract the startled attention of the entire artistic world. Them is large words. And this prospective artistic Utopia would not spring into vital be ing over night. To develop it might require three or four seasons, but I believe it could be done in spite of the fact that musical institu tions all over the world depend on private or governmental subsidy for their existence. We are so blind to the actual qualitative differences in various operas that the public fails even to smile when II Trovatore, and Die Meistersinger come to production on succes sive nights. For The Bartered Bride and William Tell to be sung during the same week is no more consistent than if the Theatre Guild were carefully to mount Hamlet and Abie's Irish Rose during the same season for the benefit of its flabbergasted subscribers. The director of this make-believe company, then, would possess a mind swept clear of the accumulated rubbish of operatic tradition. The fact that an opera comes specified as Grand would entitle it to no particular sanc tity in his eyes. Consideration of its musical worth and its potentialities for modern stage direction and design would come first with him. He might, therefore, gradually build his repertoire on the fol io-wing plan: a repre- ' sentative group of those operas like The Bar' tered Bride, La Ron' dine, and Marouf that have won a specific and unique place in the Ra vinia repertoire by rea son of their candor and charm; a selection of German and Austrian operettas like Lehar 's Zarewitsch, Kallman's Duchess of Chicago or the time-honored Fie- dermaus; two or three Savoy operas every sea son, gems like lolanthe and The Yeoman of the Guard; an American masterpiece like Kern's Showboat whenever one could be found; and last, three or four full-length ballets, pos sibly a week of nothing else but. If this prospectus sounds quite mad to you, I can only submit my humble opinion. Lehar, Sullivan and Kern stand shoulder to shoulder with Puccini and R a b a u d . That they have not been can onized in the sacred purlieus of grand opera means nothing at all. When the next George Grove transcribes the record in the musical dictionary of the year 2000 he will probably have forgotten all about your Donizettis and Meyerbeers. The fact that a composer passed his artistic life inside a grand opera house may bar him at the gates of the musical heaven. In short, our mythical impresario must choose his operas for what they are worth and never be guided by their antecedent classification, a classification based on false logic and foolish prejudice. THIS phantom Ravinia company would sing every word in English. The pros pective repertoire would therefore need plenti ful doctoring. In order to avoid the textual monstrosities that resulted when operettas like Madame Pompadour and Grafin Mariza were produced in America the management would employ some gentleman all the year round to make intelligent English versions of the works in prospect. He would, I am sure, leave Sir William Gilbert alone, but he would have a free hand with everything else. For the job, I offer Robert Simon who reconstructed with thorough intelligence and poetic sympathy the dog-eared libretti of the late lamented Amer ican company. (Continued on page 78) JOHNSON, RAVINIA'S HANDSOMEST TENOR, AS DU MAURIER'S IMMORTAL CLAIRVOYANT, PETER IBBETSON. August, 1931 53 DANCE MODERNE RUTH PAGE, PREMIERE DANSEUSE AND BALLET MISTRESS, IN Barnum and Bailey. AGNES DE MILLE IN Ballet Class, BASED ON A STUDY OF DEGAS' DANCING GIRLS. 54 The Chicagoan WHAT MAKES DANCE MODERN? An Abrupt Question Is Calmly Answered By Mark Turbyfill THE Theatre Arts Monthly, a few sum mers ago, gratified its readers with an issue devoted entirely to the dance. Among the contributors were Mary Austin, author of The American Rhythm, Ruth St. Denis, called by another periodical, "the queen of the American dance world," and Andre Levinson, eminent European dance critic, author of The Dance of Today. There was an article by Isadora Duncan. Kenneth Macgowan wrote interestingly about zannies and hoofers. Then abruptly and editorially the magazine asked, "What makes dance modern? Who knows?" After such a symposium and such a ques tion, would anyone, supposing he knew, ven ture to tell what makes dance modern? Almost immediately we were egged on to tell in a few words, in another place, the dance's history, its background, its modern tendencies, and concerning the last, we essayed as follows : "The numerals known as Arabic seem as modern today as on the day of their inven tion. Some fragments of antique music sound today 'more modern' than the latest musical comedy hit, which sounds old fash ioned tomorrow. An ancient representation of the Emperor Trajan (who was never in Egypt, but who is, nevertheless, shown danc ing before Egyptian gods) is quite modern in appearance compared with a photograph, taken in 1914, of a stylish couple dancing the 'Aeroplane Waltz.' Forms, sounds, and move ments, which have striven to incarnate or symbolize anything conceived of as timeless or eternal, continue age after age to appear modern. "Dances concerned with the appearance movement itself creates, inevitably assume geometrical aspects. The Machine Age is largely concerned with movement itself. The velocity achieved with the forms of machines expresses an effort to get beyond time. There is an analogy between the intricacies of ma chines, and the acrobatic, athletic, and muscu lar difficulties encountered in some of the dance steps of today. The modern tendency in dancing is indicated in those dances which reflect the geometry and speed of machines in athletic feats of the human body, rather than in dances which are romantic and sentimental in conception, and merely popular. But how ever swiftly and far the dance may move, it cannot catch up with the machines. Dance rhythms, emotions, and ideas may attain great velocity, but human bodies, the instruments for expressing them, remain the same. Yet the dancer, in attempting to realize a per formance and a form, subjects himself to an intense and curious strife; he is forced into unusual mental and physical positions; each performance is something of an experiment — ¦ an adventure. Learned anthropologists say that even our human bodies are changing; and that a new type is rapidly springing up. No doubt the new and modern dancers will be found to belong to it." BUT revise the question and ask, c'Who makes dance modern?" Is it Mary Wig- man? It is Martha Graham? Michel Fokine, who made dance modern twenty-five years ago, whose particular brand of modernism was the dernier cri until about 1915 (though it lasted beyond that time) thinks very little of the contemporary expression of either of these dancers. How could the creator of Pavlowa's Swan, and the later Prince Igor and Scheherazade, modern in 1909 and 1910 in the painted worlds of Roerich and Bakst, behold those beauties menaced by Wigman's Witch Dance, and swallowed up by her Face of the Night in 1931 without a murmur or a protest? Who makes dance modern? Is it Nijinsky (in the sense of "before Fokine and Wigman were, I am") with his revolutionary Le Sacre du Printemps of 1913? Is it Diaghileff's later dancers and choregraphers — Massine, Balant- chine, Lifar? But are we looking in the right company? Is it dancers, after all, who make dance modern? Is it composers? Would dance be modern without Stravinsky, Prokofieff, Hon- egger, Ravel; and the tom-tom and other per cussive instruments as used by composer- accompanists? Perhaps. Eliminate significant painters and the modern dance is nine-tenths eliminated. If Bakst had never painted it is safe to say that thousands of dancers would never have danced. Hundreds of dancing girls might never have taken Russian names. The busi ness of textile mills and paint manufacturers might never have been so great. In a special number of La Revue Musicale, devoted to Les Ballet Russes of Serge de Diaghileff, Henry Prunieres, recalls a conver sation he once had with Bakst. "I was aston ished one day at the little originality of Fokine (a great technician, however) since he had left the Diaghileff company. Bakst said to me with a smile, 'Oh, you know, he was like all the others, he had no imagination. I had to show him scene by scene everything that he should do.' " Prunieres then goes on to say, "Serge de Diaghileff demanded from painters not only small models of scenery and costumes, but ideas of plastique realization." Other modern painters (not so exclusively of the theatre as Bakst) who have left on the dance the profound imprint of their imagina tive force are Picasso, Braque, Marie Lauren- cin, Chirico. We speak chiefly of the painters commissioned by Diaghileff, because Diaghileff and his collaborators have unquestionably wielded the chief dance influence which has been felt in the twentieth century. Related to this influence, however, is the inspiration which Isadora Duncan found in the Greek sculptures. Not to overlook the German schools of Mary Wigman and Rudolf von Laban, is it probable that they also have not been deeply influenced by Cubism and its German parallel, Expressionism? Rephrasing our theme question, we might ask, What makes American dance modern? And why not let Lydia Lopokova, the Russian dancer, answer? It is Mickey Mouse, Ameri ca's "greatest dancer." And what is Mickey Mouse (who dances in the comic strips and in the films) but the product of a painter's imagination? Not the fantasy of a Bakst, of course. But conceivably related to Picasso's spirit of play is cartoonist Walter Disney's satirically Terpsichorean Mouse. Local Resumes* RAVINIA offers the ballet one of its best opportunities to show itself effectively in De Falla's opera, La Vida Breve. It was with the ballet in La Vida Breve that Ruth Page first showed Ravinia audiences her caliber as a choregraphist. With each presentation this ballet has, during the past six seasons, con tinued to win the hearty approval of critics and public alike. The first dance is the scene of a gay party at a Spanish house, viewed through a tantaliz- ingly obscuring grille. The twanging of a guitar helps to point up the dance, which is performed entirely hy the girls of the corps de ballet, some of whom, owing to the fact that the ballet provides only one man,^ the premier danseur, are seen in the role of sefiors. They effect the impersonation with verve, but the day when the ballet can afford enough men and women dancers to take their proper parts will be a day of greater dignity for the art of the dance. In the corps de ballet, which is the most satisfactory we have seen assembled at Ravinia, are Virginia Nugent, Louise Shott, Barbara Warren, Cyrena Seymour, Mary Ann Stone, Lymette Corrigan, Marian Finholt, Fara Krasnapolsky. The official accompanist for the ballet rehearsals is Miss Marian Graham. The grille is raised on the final scene of La Vida Breve, and Ruth Page and Blake Scott, with their excellent dancing, bring the ballet to a brilliant climax. Friends of the dance will have a treat in the near future when Miss Page presents at Ravinia her new ballet Cendrillon. The French composer, Marcel Delannoy, was com missioned late last winter to begin the com position of this work for Miss Page. The music, in making Cinderella modern, has a charm of style which will be appreciated by adults who bring children to see this classic retold in terms of the dance. MR. JOHN MARTIN, dance critic for the Klew Yor\ Times, made a recent trip to Chicago by airplane so as to arrive in time for the ballet in a performance of "William Tell at Ravinia. He was seated at the Park about (Continued on page 64) August, 1931 ^ ¦«,% tl IPV; LEARN TO RELAX. STRETCH UP IN THIS POSITION, THEN FLOP FORWARD TO FLOOR, TRUNK FOLDED BACK ON HEELS, FACE AND HANDS TOUCHING MAT. THIS EXERCISE SHOULD BE REPEATED EIGHT TIMES. CORRECT CARRIAGE. FLAT DIA PHRAGM, HIPS IN, CHEST UP, CHIN LEVEL AND SHOULDERS RELAXED. CHEST AND CHIN LINES MUST BE FIRM. BEND FORWARD, HEAD BACK, TILL CHEST TOUCHES FLOOR. RELAX. RE TURN TO UPRIGHT POSITION BY PULLING ABDOMINAL MUSCLES AND RETURNING SLOWLY. THE UNLOVELY AND GRACE LESS SLOUCH EMPHASIZES ALL THE WRONG LINES AND INJURES THE BODY. COURTESY OF : TWISTS AND TURNS FOR RYHTHMIC GRACE 56 The Chicagoan LIMBER IS AS LIMBER DOES A Training Schedule for Slender Tines By Marcia Vaughn FOR about three years come Hallowe'en the coutourieres have been crawling towards the graceful Ideal. This year they have it, and it's up to you and you (and me) not to fail them. In the dear, dead days of the low waist line and hips unconfined one could actually conceal a thick waist, a puffy diaphragm, a matronly thigh under a fashionable dress. But then they went and turned slinky on us. Under the new fashion which swung in with the fall of 1929 bulges suddenly became con spicuous and the whole feminine world went into training. When they saw we were coop erating the designers yanked us in a bit harder last year by more sveltely molded lines and belts, belts everywhere. Now, they feel they have given us time enough to get into shape for the extremely fit ted mode of 1931. Waists are more sharply defined than ever and really fitted instead of just hauled in with a belt. Shoulders and buz- zums are decidedly accented, so woe be unto her who hasn't perfect posture. Hips must be slim as ever to get into this season's trig skirts. It's the perfect feminine form they're demand ing, no angles, no pencil, no bunches, just a lot of gentle curves and verra, verra lissome lines. Clothes are lovely on this perfect feminine form, but they're atrocious on anything that isn't. So there is no time like this pre-season month of August to whip oneself into shape for what promises to be a year of glorified figures. Maybe you need paring down all over, or maybe you have just one or two spots that need to be brought into line, but attack the problem promptly and you will have twice as much fun trying on fall clothes. THE first thing to realize, and painfully perhaps, is that there is no lazy way to attractive lines. And no freak way, either, that will lop off the pounds or put them on in three weeks while you gambol about amongst the calories as carefree as ever. The whole thing is a matter of discipline — discipline of mind, of muscles, of appetite. The mind comes first. If you smack the will power into shape and make yourself stick to schedule for just about five days the battle is half won. The first few days are the hardest and with each triumph over temptation things get easier, till you discover you are actually enjoying the new regime. Not that it need be a difficult regime, only a consistent one. With the mind disciplined, one takes a whack at the muscles and appetite. Both of these must be handled together or results sim ply will not be satisfactory. Dieting alone won't hit just the right spots and keep the flesh supple; exercise alone won't do the job if you eat enough to make up for all that the exercise takes off. Diets, of course, are legion, and far be it from me to enter that hotbed of contro versy by recommending any specific one. They should be adjusted to the individual, anyway, but there are some general rules that apply to everyone. Don't go in for freak affairs that give you one-sided nourishment — eschew the eighteen- day diet and others of its ilk. Eat smaller quantities of starchy foods and greater quanti ties of fruits and vegetables. Pass up fancy breads and rolls and gnaw grimly at rye crisps or Melba toast. Use enough butter for the necessary nourishment but don't crowd it on. Learn to say "no, thank you" and mean it to cocktails and highballs. For more specific de tails there are innumerable books on the sub ject and in any of the exercise courses or dance classes we're going to talk about in a minute your diet is watched as carefully as your knee bends. EXERCISE — aside from the kind you get in golf, tennis, riding and swimming (and sandwich as many of those into your regular schedule as you can) — may be taken at home but it probably won't be. So it's not a bad idea to take up some course where you must submit to a regular checkup and where your sense of pride and getting-your-money's-worth won't let you slip. There are plenty of spots about town where one may enroll for a course or take just one or two lessons to be shown the way in which one should go. And that way is rather important, because exercises leading toward the graceful feminine figure are not at all like the setting-up exercises that Schmeling of Paavo Nurmi might take. Both the exercises illustrated, from Helena Rubinstein's Art of Feminine Beauty, and those given in the famous Elizabeth Arden course are based on the principle of rhythmics. If you enroll for a course at either salon you are first shown how to relax and loosen the tight muscles. You stretch way, way up, are shown how to stretch that all important sec tion from the abdomen to the shoulders, and then you relax forward in a limp drop that makes every rigid little nerve and muscle give way to a flowing line of grace. Then posture and poise are tackled. It's amazing how much heaviness can be shaved off by correct posture alone. Here, too, femi nine posture isn't a matter of sticking up your chin and rearing up your shoulders like a soldier on parade. Practically the whole secret of graceful feminine posture lies in the way one carries oneself from the waist down and not from the waist up. Helena Rubinstein has devised a very sim ple little exercise which does marvels for the carriage. Do it whenever you can during the day and you will find the results rapidly be coming apparent. It does not require time or space and can be done in your regular street clothes whenever you have a moment to spare. Simply stand straight and then jerk yourself as far back as you can from the waist down, keeping the upper portion of the body straight. Then, with hands (Continued on page 64) s*^= August, 1931 57 AT THE EXTREME LEFT AN EVENING DRESS BY PATOU, IMPORTED FOR SAKS-FIFTH AVENUE, INTRODUCES MIRROR SATIN IN THE NEW PINKISH TONE AND BLACK. SOLEIL AND LUSTROUS FABRICS ARE IN HIGH FAVOR AGAIN. AGNES USES SOLEIL IN BLACK WITH A DEEP BLUE VELVET BOW. WHITE OSTRICH ON BLACK IS ANOTHER NEW NOTE. DESIGNS FROM GAGE BROTHERS. BROAD SHOULDERS AND FULL SLEEVES EMPHASIZE THE NEW LINE IN A SAKS- FIFTH AVENUE SUIT. SQUARE REVERS, ONE OF WHITE SATIN, ONE OF GREEN WOOL GIVE THE 1931 NOTE TO A BLACK SATIN JACKET AT BETTY WALES. 58 The Chicagoan HOME IS THE STYLIST With Forecast of Autumn Fashions By The Chicagoenne WELL, we all had a lot of fun scram bling about in the summer clearance sales, but now that the last printed chiffon has whooshed out the door it's time to quiet down and get at our fall studies. They prom ise to be interesting. Slowly the wave of new things is bearing down upon us, and when it bursts, full force, we should be all ready with advance knowledge so that we won't be swept away in the excitement. It won't do to fumble about among the new hats, for instance. To be attractive, the new mode demands a lot of assurance and swag ger, combined with graceful femininity. If that's a recipe you can concoct without a little advance study go ahead, but I doubt it. Generally, the 1931 effects are darn be coming. The new lines are moving upward. All the emphasis lies above the waistline, which is itself strongly emphasized. Dresses and coats are more suavely molded at the waist line than they -were last year, and all lines lead upward to build up the bust. Shoulders are widened by bigger sleeves, capes, dropped armholes, and I shouldn't be surprised if the winter saw us ballooning about in modernized versions of the Victorian puffed sleeve. In terest being strongly concentrated on the sleeve and above the waist tends to make the hips look slender and, all in all, it's decidedly flattering. Skirt lengths remain delightfully flexible. Street lengths are perhaps a wee bit longer than they were during the summer but one wears whatever is individually attractive and is happy and smart, too. COLORS — well, if here isn't that irrepres sible imp black popping up everywhere pretending to be brand new! No question about it, black is featured as one of the smart est of fall shades, and I think any other color is going to have a hard time displacing it. It's made new and refreshing by combining it with a new tone. Though black and white will always be good, a new pale beige with a de cided pinkish cast is lovely with black and is found in many trimmings and accessories. Woodsy autumn tones and green are also shown frequently and much, they say, will be made of wine colors. A few of these ideas are demonstrated in some of the new things that are already in town, and by the time you read this there will be many more designs to show you the drift of the current. Saks have something very new in the way of fabrics in the lustrous mirror satin which makes an evening dress by Patou. This satin is richer than any we have seen in several seasons, with a soft sheen almost vel vety in appearance, and it falls in the grandest soft folds you ever saw. The top, as you can see in the sketch, is also of satin but in a soft blush pink. The back is deeper than the front, but the front decolletage demands attention by fastening a flappy velvet rose at the base of the slightly off-center V. (Roses and cor sages are frequently shown pinned to the waistline in front in the good old Anna Held way.) Shoulders of evening dresses are still broad and generally are cut to cover the top of the arm slightly. Though short wraps will be worn, the smartest evening wraps will be quite long, or at least three-quarter length, and some of the full-length ermine wraps I saw at Shayne's and Milgrim's are altogether regal. Even these long wraps are fitted very supplely at the waist and sweep down in rich full folds — no flares. THE trig, wide-shoulder effect is illus trated in both the suit from Saks and the jacket from Betty Wales. The short coat of the Saks suit ties in front and the dress under neath repeats the tie. It looks as if we'll all have cravats or large revers on our street things. Sleeve emphasis on the suit is created by the elbow-length jacket sleeve banded in sumptuous fox and worn over the long tight sleeve of the dress. The dress is a trig affair with the bosom line accented by bias bands and the fitted raised effect over the belt, which is cleverly fastened with rows of metal gadgets. The smart Betty Wales jacket is belted and worn over a simple black satin dress. It, too, is black satin but achieves difference by doing its large square revers in contrasting effects, one in white satin and the other lined in green wool. That slim waisted, full-bosomed effect we have mentioned thirty times so far runs right down everything, even to fur coats. Look at the swanky street and sports coat evolved by Milgrim. The leather belt doesn't do the hauling in; it's right in the ™__ line of the fur itself and it's too swagger for words. The maple galapin has lines of stitching making the interesting horizontal bands and the coat folds way over so that the corner can flap back and show the attractive lining of Rodier fabric, widely striped in a soft red and beige. The same fabric is used for the scarf and oh the Agnes turban which combines the wool and fur of the coat. Both at Milgrim's and Shayne's great attention is devoted to black caracul for afternoon coats and coats for general wear. These are all fit — oh, well, you know, and hang full and straight with no perceptible flare, just a bit more fullness way down towards the bottom. All the coats are made a little longer, too, which makes it easier to wear vary ing lengths of dresses. Except for some of the sports things armholes on furs are very wide and full, sometimes almost dolman in effect, dashing and the sleeves are more than sleeves. They have intricately cut cuffs, as on the Shayne caracul illustrated, or they bell out gracefully, or switch into leg of mutton or pouch affairs. Collars are big, but not quite so huge as last year, on most of the coats I saw, and many of the smartest caraculs are self- trimmed. The silver fox catch, or whatever they call it, was good this year, though, so that you will see some heavenly foxes trimming royal coats. Shayne shows one black caracul with two silver fox skins meeting in a peak at the back of the collar where there is an incrus tation of caracul. Sable will be used on cloth coats and evening wraps. It's a good year, prices being what they are, to indulge that craving for sables. Lapin has given way to the more closely shaved galapin and to natural gray kidskin which makes an attractive little sports jacket at Milgrim's. BUT it's the hats, the hats, my children. Here is the most exciting news of 1931, and whether you look deucedly chic or slightly cock-eyed all depends on the way you wear your topper. At first glance they seem dif ficult, and they are a little hard to understand after our summer of dinky little caps perched way back on our skulls. But draw them down with an air, so; perch them way down over the right eye and show the whole sweep of your hair, frequently half your head, on the left, so. You'll quickly acquire the correct insouciance and be enchanted. Men are going to be enchanted, too, I feel, for this means the return of feminine head gear — flirtatious little effects, the come-hither eye, flattering plumes (Continued on page 76) FORMAL UNDER WIRED BRIM AND DROPPING COQ FEATHERS; FROM GAGE. August, 1931 59 YOUR HAT AND STICK King George 9s Oldest Boy, Dave, Still Dictates By Herbert Hunter THERE is a world-famed tailor who holds to such theories of the effects of dress upon the mind of the Average Individual that it is all his more practical friends can do to persuade him to leave off from his name cer tain letters and initials which would designate him as a doctor or miracle worker for the mentally and spiritually ill. Just as you and I know that the bright tie on the rainy day is cheerful defiance of all that Blue Monday means, so does our tailor friend hold to the principle that in a man's wardrobe are antidotes to relieve and even to control all con ditions and situations. Perhaps he goes it a bit strong. While I wouldn't be quoted to the lengths that he maintains, I really do believe, however, that there's sound stuff to hold to in that whole idea. The boutonniere (flower-in-buttonhole, if you know what I mean) lends a bit of dash to any ensemble, and it has its definite effect upon the wearer's spirits. He might conceive himself a bank president as his nostril catches a faint wafting from the lapel, or as an eye seeks out the spot of color that rests there. And, to be ruthless, frank, and practical, ask yourself the question af to who is the happier these days. Is it the bank president himself, or is it the guy who only feels like one? But the thought of "these days," as they have already been brought into the discussion, leads directly to considerations of clothing buying that really turns the so-called depres sion into a blessing, or, to be literal, into two blessings. First of all, to follow the line of mental effects that have already been brought up, the fact may be repeated that, whereas the Sunday-go-to-meeting suit worn on the week day is mental stimulus not to be compared with, we also find that the higher style of clothing that will be in the best of taste during the coming seasons gives us all the opportunity in the world to indulge joint and several needs for stimulation and a general bucking up. We will find that we are made to look like something approaching a million in good sound dollars and, ergo, we should at least feel solvent. Secondly, business conditions of the day have made this (broadly) a buyers' mar ket and manufacturers have had to meet the situation in either one of two ways: prices are reduced, or quality is brought up to meet already existing prices. In either case, your dollar will buy more today than ever before. So, you see, the best plan would be to take it and a bunch of its brothers right out of that safety deposit vault in that bank that you thought would go bust and start out to buy. And you'll find, as you probably know, the buying good. EX-MAYOR THOMPSON is probably the one man in all Chicago who will find active cause for disappointment in a consid eration of men's fashions for the coming year. Not so long ago Mr. Thompson fought a bitter campaign against the insidious (if nebulous) influence that George V, of the British Empire was exerting upon the city of Chicago. But that noteworthy statesman had not reckoned upon the years of activity that have characterized the life of George's oldest boy, Dave — Prince of Wales — who has been dress ing like nobody's business ever since he put on his first pair of long pants. Over and above heart throbs of patriotism, flag-waving, the expurgation of history books, and the zealus closing of houses of business on the Fourth of July, the sartorial efforts of Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick (that's Wales, again) have had their effects upon the hearts of Americans. Fall and Winter fashions will bear the distinctive stamp (if not actually the royal seal) of Eng land, and there's nothing left for us to do, in case we don't like it, but to repeat the days of '76, or, locally, once again to call out Big Bill Thompson. SERIOUSLY, though for years, English effects have typified the -work of merchant tailors to a certain extent, at least, it is only now that popular clothing has followed the mode. Again to the depression and to the absolute need for competitive style may we attribute your increased dollar value, for sordid economics are having their day, and are making a premium of style where prices are all so much alike. But with the more stylish effects is a modifica tion of tone and color in our clothing. Darker colors will dominate and variety and relief will be found in pattern and weave. One particular exception to consistency in this forecast, however, is illustrated by the handsome figure accompanying the article. He wears a Glen Urquhart, most smart and fash ionable of less conservative fabrics, fast be coming more conservative through its wide acceptance. The lines of the suit, though purposely exaggerated a bit to make detail more apparent to the lay, or naked eye, illustrate the English mode. Shoulders are noticeably straight, though not too "roped. " The waist is trim, the coat a bit longer. Trousers are shorter, with no break at the shoe, and they taper to the cuff — with nar rower bottoms and slightly wider knee. If the coat were opened, you would notice that the trouser waist is higher cut than usual, and you might, or might not, be aware of one or two pleats. Naturally, the waistcoat, then, is shorter and much more distinctly fitted than has been the manner of waistcoats. It is a dis tinctly formal garment of course, and in keeping with its type, or with the type of two button suit also illustrated, are the more som bre colors in which it -will appear — dark blues, dark grays and dark browns, the latter already showing wearer's preference over the former two. Try any one of the town's better shops for representative styles. You'll find the latest, and in full accord with all the fore going fact. Formality does not stop here, however. The hatter, the shirtmaker, the maker of shoes — all of them — have leagued together this year, it would seem, to afford you every opportunity to buy to the ensemble. Each part of the wardrobe lends its bit to the general air of dress-uppishness. The hat on our lad already mentioned is the derby — indispensable, inso much as the double breasted suit is concerned, and we prophesy a stiff hat year that you will have to look far back to equal. The Homburg will grow in favor, too, for it is a not so formal substitute for the derby, and it will be available this year in models that are lighter (in weight) and more youthful than has been true of Homburgs. The two button suit will take the Homburg nicely when a more formal effect is desired than the snap or flange brim hat allows. And, if you give the matter any thought, you will appreciate the fact that the hat must be carefully chosen for each and every ensemble. SHIRTS, and collars, follow the tend ency to the letter. While collar attached shirts will always be worn (this year will be a great year for Oxford cloth, mainly because of the perfection of a pre-shrinking process known as Sanforizing) more formal attire calls for the same in shirt ings. Colored neckband shirts to be worn with white collars are a good style note, while usually the same shirt may be bought with two collars to match, one with long points and one with short points. The demi-bosom shirt will be more popular than previously, and this, too, may be bought with two collars to match, though the white starch collar is taste- (Continued on page 64) 60 The Chicagoan "ONCE A CHAMPION }} Off-the-Record Notes on Two Who Quit Clean Bv Warren Brown CHAMPIONS are human beings, after all. I'm thinking now of Bobby Jones and Gene Tunney, and the thoughts are something of a consolation when one looks about at those who are carrying on in their stead. Tunney and Jones are retired from compe tition, the one to enjoy the wealth that came his way in the practice of his profession, the other to acquire the wealth that might have been his, long since, but for the thing called amateurism. It has always been a pet theory of mine that there is something more to the word "champion" than a sum of victories won or defeats administered. Jones and Tunney, private citizens, prove this, and I am not surprised. Events of the summer contrived to bring Jones and Tunney back to the fields they had deserted, though neither came on competition bent. A recital of some of the reactions of these two, who were never less than one hun dred per cent credit to the games they fol lowed, will, I hope, serve to clarify the fog that hangs so densely — no one seems to know why — over the after years of superlative sportsmen. JONES and Tunney came to Columbus, site of the Ryder Cup golf matches. Bobby was appearing chiefly as a member of the gallery, though he did double as an author. Gene came to participate in what was proba bly the worst golf tournament on record, the Johnny Walker Cup tournament, its field limited to newspapermen, an occasional actor, some football coaches, a governor — and Tunney. Gene played in a foursome with the gover nor and had, among other things, a twelve on one hole — and immediately there was regis tered the first 1931 upset in journalism, when one of all the reportorial field, in transmitting his account of the play, neglected to state that Gene's score on that particular hole was "two under the long count." Jones, while barred from the competition, for the very obvious reason that he, of all the company, could play golf, graciously consent ed to go around with three others "just for fun." It was terribly hot in Columbus, that day, and when the Jones foursome finally reached the ninth green, with one of the party having a score of two under even tens for the nine holes, it was Bobby who yielded, for the first time in his career, and started back for the clubhouse with a round uncompleted. AT Toledo, scene of the National Open, as . at Columbus, Jones appeared with regu larity in the gallery. He packed around with him a queer looking object that he said was a camera, and which probably was, though it could have been used as a percolator in a pinch. It was surprising how comparatively few of the thousands trooping after the golf ers in competition recognized Jones, the gal- leryite. Occasionally someone would, and there would be a mild rush for autographs. Bobby signed programs, envelopes, every thing but blank checks. In his immediate party were Frank Craven, the actor, "Tack" Ramsay, the president of the U. S. Golf Asso ciation, and Grantland Rice. This trio tried its utmost to stimulate the autographing busi ness for Bobby, on the long chance that it would get a rise out of him. But Bobby had the same command of his temper in what must have been a wearisome experience as he did at any time since he first broke through to win a golf title. Once when Bobby, trailing in the gallery that was attached to Gene Sarazen, approached a green, he noticed a wide circle that had been marked off as the dead-line for gallery approach. "I used to think," he said, "when I was playing, that galleries were permitted to come too close to the play. Now I can see that the galleries are kept too far away." This was the one time in something like two weeks of watching competition, that Bobby used that phase, "when I was playing." IT was not Jones' nature to go about stress ing the incompetence of those to whom he had left the title. On the contrary, he went out of his way, more often than not, to explain away golfing shortcomings on the field he had dominated so long. In all the years of his competition I have never known Jones to make an alibi for himself. I am sure it would have delighted several of his former rivals to have heard him making excuses for their mis haps, when the Open title was once more a scramble, and not just a tournament to dis cover who would finish second to Bobby Jones. There was, at Columbus, a dinner given in honor of the visiting British team. Jones, naturally, was to be one of the speakers, but when it came time for him to rise and go be fore the microphone (sure, the speeches were broadcast) there was Bobby, seated at a table out in the middle of the room, just like all the rest of the non-competitors. Nor was that a gesture. That was Jones, being himself, as he asked to be when he put competitive golf back into circulation. And those present, I am sure, appreciated it. TUNNEY was a guest of honor at this dinner, but happened to notice, soon af ter he had reached his seat, that there were quite a few of his acquaintances at a table out in the middle of the room, and that one chair was vacant. As soon as attention was direct ed elsewhere, Tunney quietly relinquished his place among the elect and that one chair out in the middle of the room was no longer vacant. You might imagine that this tendency of the two, to become part of the Great Multitude and remain that way, would serve to cause them to sink rather rapidly into what passes for oblivion. But that isn't true at all. Tun ney was introduced from the ring, at the Schmeling-Stribling fight, and drew a much more satisfying "hand" than was ever accord ed him when he entered the ring on business bent. Indeed, his reception was surpassed by that of only one other who was introduced that night, and that one was — Jones! Bobby had appeared after a bout in which the "two principals had cuffed each other about no little. The others, upon introduc tion, had climbed through the ropes to make their little speeches through the public address system in vogue. Not Jones. He stood at the edge of the ring, and with a slight inclination of his head towards the ring, spoke into the microphone : "I've seen enough from out here to con vince me that in there is no place for me." Still the champion! THE most recent public appearance of Tunney was in a ringside seat at the Walker-Sharkey bout in New York. He was one of several thousand who didn't see how Walker could win, but hoped that he would. As round after round went by, and Walker continued to give a little more than he re ceived, Tunney forgot the restraint that has come to be regarded as part of his makeup. The eleventh round came and with it the spectacle of Walker, thirty pounds out weighed, driving Sharkey to the ropes and pounding him fiercely until all the fight for that round, was taken out of the bigger man. I happened to think of Tunney and glanced back at where he had been sitting, calmly enough, with his friend, Bernard Gimbel. There was Gene, on his feet, shouting, like all the hundreds about him shouting, I sup pose, "Come on, Mickey!" Champions, then, are human beings. It may be an admission of weakness to ad mit that this conclusion is reached only after the subjects have retired from competition. All that this carping old critic ever asked from any of the objects of his attention was that they be "regular guys." It took some little time to find it out, about Tunney, but the discovery, if late, is none the less satisfying. 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Order a case of pure, sparkling Corinnis today. Urge every member of the family to drink it freely. It can mean so much to your health and hap piness. And costing but a few cents a bottle, it is within reach of even the most modest income. We deliver Corinnis direct to your door anywhere in Chicago or suburbs. HINCKLEY & SCHMITT 420 W. Ontario St. SUPerior 6543 (Also Sold at Your Neighborhood Store) Corinnis SPRING WATER 62 The Chicagoak ^/Ae HARTMANN on d d>treeti >> er How to Pack the "Bond Streeter" 1. First, lay both trousers in the tray — ends hanging over, as illustrated. 2. Hang coats on hangers and slip hang- A NEW, AMAZINGLY PRACTICAL, ers onto ™™ost- SMALLER-SIZED WARDROBE CASE Here's news for you travelers who insist on going lightly. It's a new, smart-looking case . . . about Pullman-case si2e . . . that hangs two suits up on hangers . . . then ingeniously flips them once over snugly, wrinkle-free, into a slender tray. Light, staunchly-built, easily managed . . . checkable. In several models and $"fl C\75 sizes, all modestly priced. The one illustrated is J--X HARTMANN»TRAVEL»SHOP 178 NORTH MICHIGAN AVENUE between RANDOLPH and LAKE 3. Drop tray cover and fold trouser legs smoothly over cover. Lastly fold the coats over edge of tray on top of trouser legs and replace tray. CHICAGOANA Hawthorne Meeting (Begin on page 13) to the barrier on the Bahr starting gate and begins operating the instant the horses are away. The official timer, waiting in the stand at the finish, pushes a but' ton and stops the clock when the first horse crosses the line. Previously all races were started back of the true starting point. A flag man signalled when the horses reached the true post and a timer snapped them at the finish. The timer naturally records .a slower time, because of the difference between a running start and a stand ing start. The other novelty is the mutuel board that shows the total amount of money bet to place and to show and the exact amount bet on each horse. Like the chronometer, this informa- tion has never before been given the public. The Hawthorne management has educated the public to the operation of mutuel betting by passing out pamphlets explaining the system, thus eliminating all guess work. A bettor can figure what his horse ought to pay, and there are no complaints when long shots run third and pay extremely low prices to show. These two instruments, the timer that times accurately and the board that takes the mystery out of the mutuels, are really great forward steps and the turf officials took no little pride in presenting them. Lake Taxis PEOPLE living in the southeast side of town seem suddenly to have become lake-minded. What with hot weather, full moons, and a desire to reach the heart of the city as coolly and expeditiously as pos- sible, the new high powered motor boat taxis running from the pier at Fiftysixth Street, opposite the Shore- land Hotel, have proved a boone to Hyde Park residents. Every morning boat loads of busi ness men leave the pier and reach the Wrigley building in twenty minutes. And then there is the Shoppers' Special that leaves at eleven o'clock. All day long pleasure parties with armsful of baskets and babies make the ride out into the lake a part of their holiday. The return of the shoppers and the business men in the evening is followed by moonlight rides. These, we hear, are pretty popular with young people. The taxi service opened a few weeks ago. It's a pleasant mode of transportation and the hourly sched ule is convenient. There'll probably be more of them. Qostumer MRS. MINNA MOSCHEROSH SCHMIDT has made a fortune as costumer to the Gold Coast, but she prefers to be known as a lawyer. After forty years of directing the ac tivities of her theatrical costuming shop on north Clark Street, Mrs. Schmidt decided that costuming was not really her field, and she began to study law in the evenings at DePauw Law School. When she was sixty- two she was graduated as a Bachelor of Law, and at sixty-four she re ceived the degree of Master of Law from the same school. She did all of it in the evening when her time was not occupied by the costuming business. As a young girl Mrs. Schmidt came to Chicago from Germany. First she was a governess, then she taught dancing, and finally she became a stage dancer. She was a friend of Loie Fuller, the dancer who was re cently known for her associations with Queen Marie of Roumania. Mrs. Schmidt did the same type of dancing as La Fuller. This was known as the Serpentine. It involved dancing in a gown with an enormous skirt, on which stereop- ticon views were shown. It was some thing like the butterfly arm-dancing done by aerialists in the circus today — the kind who hang by their teeth and wave their arms to make long, August, 1931 63 MODERN DANCE Some Personal C omments gauzy skirts look like butterfly wings. 7 he first motion picture shown pub licly was a view of a Serpentine dance, with Niagara Falls photo graphed on the same film. This pic ture was very successful, and Mrs. Schmidt appeared in a similar dance film made shortly after the first one was released, back in the late nineties. Mrs. Schmidt still does her dance, varying the pictures shown against her figure according to the occasion. The dance as originally done was considered very daring, because a photograph of a nude woman was shown against the dancer. Mrs. Schmidt credits much of her success in this dance to the use of topical pictures. A stereopticon view of McKinley's funeral procession was particularly well received in its day. CROM the stage, Mrs. Schmidt 1 went into the business of theatrical (Begin on page 57) on hips pivot forward raising the pelvis in a half circle till you're standing straight and, automatically in correct posture. This settling of the abdomi nal muscles and organs into proper position has an immediate effect of de creasing the apparent size of the hips and waist and, done regularly, will re duce them decidedly. The pivoting also strengthens the muscles and is al together a beneficial exercise. Then all you need do is to keep your head up, chin forward, shoulders relaxed and chest raised and you look pretty fine, I tell you. If you don't quite see how it's done, drop in for a min ute at the Rubinstein salon and they'll be glad to show? you without bother ing to get into a gym suit and with out charge. It only takes a minute, but it takes off years in.' appearance. THERE is a whole series of Arden exercises, all pointing towards poise and good carriage and fluid rhythm. Because you can feel them developing these qualities, these exer cises are really interesting and you can be mighty sure you won't be bored by them quickly. Specific exercises cor rect your specific trouble and the measurements actually show it is be ing rapidly corrected. It isn't a bad idea to acquire a set of the Arden records, which may be played on your victrola and make the home exercise period much more interesting and profitable. There's another, and a gay, road towards grace. Dance lessons help to shake off unwanted pounds and cer tainly lead towards better poised fig ures. If you go in for one of the courses at New Wayburn's you are limbered through a whole series of daily exercises before he even attempts to show you a single tap step, and that's a splendid idea. Just knowing the steps doesn't make a graceful dancer, and on this theory Wayburn bases his well-known limbering course. This certainly wakes up those slug gish muscles and teaches you to stretch and curve and bend like any little showgirl. It's really not hard either. I've seen any number of forty-ish mothers up there, limbering side by side with their daughters. Af ter this series of . lessons the tap or chorus dancing is much easier to learn and much more fun. For good meas ure toss in a few lessons in tango and rumba and you'll have a grand winter. costuming, in which she is assisted by her husband and her two sons. A third son died last year. From her shop she made the fortune which purchased her Evanston lake-front home. Most of the time she is too busy to live in it. She is still the active head of her business, besides devoting considerable time to fre quent lectures on the history of cos tume, doing some legal work, and teaching at the University of Chicago. Two years ago she decided to establish a department of costuming at the University, and twice a week she goes there to lecture to her class in historic and stage costuming. She has been known to startle the class with some of her stories regarding the origin of certain styles. Her account of the first bustle is one of the best of these stories, but it might not look well in cold print. THERE are other methods, and easy ones, which are especially fine for very heavy people, for re moving excessive fat in spots, only to induce wonderful relaxation, and for general well-being. These are the various bath and massage treatments which go very nicely hand in hand with correct diets and proper exercise. They do wonders by themselves, of course, but diet and exercise just help the good work along. The usual pro cedure, with slight variations, is a cabinet bath to induce perspiration, which is both a reducing measure and health measure, as it helps the body eliminate poisons. This is followed by a salt rubdown and shower and then by the particular type of mas sage in which the establishment special izes. The Silhouette Shop at Stevens, the Rubinstein body normalizing de partment, and Elizabeth Arden all give effective treatments of this type, either singly or in courses. After the massage at Rubinstein one is treated to a sunbath in a silvery room under invigorating lamps. At the Arden salon one may combine the treatment with a turn at the interesting me chanical bicycle or the pleasant con traption in which one sits while an electric belt does its bit to roll off fatty tissues. A new type of treat ment evolved by Elizabeth Arden is delightful for all fatigued people whose systems are clogged with acids and poisons as well as for those who want to reduce. The Ardena Bath employs a solution of paraffin and other substances which are used as a warm coat for the body. With this bath and electric therapy the Arden salon takes off pounds and pounds just where you want them removed and makes you feel lithe and happy and rested at the same time. Reference List Diet and Exercise Instructions — The Art of Feminine Beauty, by Helena Rubinstein — at all bookstores. Helena Rubinstein Salon — 670 N. Michigan — Single treatments or courses in exercise, posture, baths and massage. Elizabeth Arden— TO E. Walton Place— Ex- ercise, massage, the Ardena Bath, exercise and rhythmics records, exercise machines. Silhouette Shop — Charles A. Stevens — Baths and massage for reducing. Hed Wayburn — 606 S. Michigan Ave. — Classes or private lessons in limbering ex ercises, tap dancing, chorus dancing, stage and aesthetic dancing, tango, rumba, etc. Merriel Abbott — 116 S. Michigan Ave. — - Aesthetic and stage dancing. Hazel Sharp — 25 E. Jackson Blvd. — Social and tap dancing. (Begin on page 55) fifteen minutes before the dancing began. In his regular Sunday article on "The Dance," Mr. Martin wrote, in part, as follows: "Not the least of the many attrac tions of the Summer opera season at Ravinia Park is the ballet. Nightly, or nearly so, Ruth Page, the pre miere danseuse and ballet mistress; Blake Scott, and a corps of ten, per form their alloted measures in spirited style, and are accorded an equally spirited reception. Indeed, so cordial is the response to the choreographic interludes at Ravinia that one is likely to find considerably more of them here than are to be found in most other opera houses, including those of more formal mien. Though cuts in the operas are the rule ... it is never the ballets that are elided. Arias fall to the right and left at the snip of the shears, but the music for the dancers (Begin on page 60) ful and a bit unusual. The illustration of the shirt alone will give you some idea of the thought. In general, demi-bosom shirts will appear in neat horizontal stripes on cuff and bosom, while the body of the shirt will be in a darker tone of the stripe color. In the wearing of soft shirts, try for the effect that is illustrated in the torso drawing. The collar is some what higher than ordinarily, and the point should not exceed three inches. A collar pin should be essential. YOUR shoes will be in keeping, too, with the general effect of higher style. Lasts are more pointed and much neater and dressier. With double breasted suits it would be well tc wear shoes of a plainer finish, while less formal attire will take shoes that are more heavily perforated. Wing (Begin on page 33) It was amid these scenes that "The Cubist collec tion" left for "far-off Boston," and there were many who took savage de light in the foolery who fondly hoped "Henry Hair-Matress" and his influ ence were done. BUT there was a prophet who spake to the newspapermen from the rear platform of the train — young and valiant then, one of the organizers of the show and an exhibitor therein, Walter Pach — since grown grizzled and still thundering against the "old hats" in such books as Ananias. "Ten or twenty years from now some of these students will be eating crow," said Pach, "if they are as truthful as their instructor, Charles Francis Browne, who has been par taking of that dish ever since he derided the Impressionistic painters when he was a student in Paris." Whether the prophecy has been fulfilled we do not know — for we have been unable to find any of the chief participants in the ceremonies remains intact. ". . . In fitting her dances onto the limited space at her disposal. Miss Page has shown herself a capable choreographer. The designs of her dances are alive and entertaining, with no trace of stodginess or tradi tionalism. Her composition with group entitled 'Iberian Monotone,' which was seen in New York last season, revealed a striking talent for choreog raphy and theatrical effect, which in her solo work had previously not been nearly so marked. With the much more limited material of the opera ballets she continues to contrive highly satisfactory arrangements. "Her personal charm and anima tion invariably serve to raise the in terest on the stage by several notches on her entrance, and in Mr. Scott she has found a partner who has something of the same kind of vitality." tips, unless quite light and sharp, are for country wear only. As to colors, black probably will dominate this next season because of more sombre colors in suitings. It should always be worn with blues and darker grays. Tan shoes, of course, may be worn with brown and lighter gray. By this time you should have no ticed a point of particular significance about each of the drawings that in volve coats. Outside of the fact that they conform in shoulder and waist lines (that was mentioned, because it was a last opportunity to mention it, and to remind you, before closing, of what is to typify the new mode) you will see, if you will look just once more — go ahead, now — that each is graced by a pocket handkerchief. This touch, while it has always been in good taste and in favor, has come to be made even more of. It is the boutonniere of wearing apparel. to set watch over their cafeteria habits. But the unquiet ghost of "Henry Hair-Matress" haunts the sacred pre cincts of the Art institute. You en counter the wraith in the Birch- Bartlett room and elsewhere in the adjoining galleries and corridors. The police were wrong, as usual. They should have permitted the students to hang "Henry Hair-Matress" and then burn his body on the funeral pyre with the paintings. What a wonderful variation the witty Henry Kiefer could have pronounced on "Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!" There was a schism which the newspapers missed — a breaking away of "some of the students who felt otherwise," Beatrice S. Levy, Chicago progressive artist, confides in a mar ginal note to one of the clippings she lent me about this uprising, "and it was a successful meeting, but the public wasn't let in on that." This was the first assembly of a little band of disciples who were to put the principles of Matisse and his co-workers into practice in Chicago. AS LIMBER DOES Rhythmic Guide to Grace YOUR HAT AND STICK The Prince Is the Dictator ART COMES TO TOWN Matisse and the Armory Show 64 The Chicagoan HINT to deserted HUSBANDS! fei9§ /i- „. : ¦': 9 S M 1 I 1 * 1 1 1 a 8 i i 3. 8 I] si s 111] s 8 SI 1 1 ¦ ¦ » III l 11 w 1 iff s 1 II 1 II 1 1 11 s 1 SI 1 1 SfciGsC w s s 1 1 ¦ e ¦ i i SB 88 81 88 88 18 18 88 88 -v :: II |" SS 1 III SS 1 II I 81 1 81 1 88 S Si s 88 1 18 I .8 8.82 II: ¦i "'' lasts*. »:jjSS -i 1 L .-;• . ¦*. ,* . . .„s, . 4l£t4R3£Srig .... So she's left you flat in the big city and gone East (or North is it?) with the children? And you won't see her for three whole weeks, or perhaps four? All right then, what are you going to do? Mope around in your deserted apartment, wander from room to room, breakfast each day in silent glory in an empty dining room? Why not shut up the place, these few weeks, give the servants a complete vacation and move over to the Lake Shore Drive Hotel? You will like being here. All of our small apartments have handy kitchenettes with re frigeration. You can entertain at bridge or poker with perfect convenience. We also have A ttr active Tariffs single rooms and double, beautifully furnished. We'll take care of your laundry, your cleaning and pressing, your shoes and ash trays and telephone calls. You can breakfast with other summer bachelors, dine regally in our beauti ful Continental dining room. You'll be glad you came over! P. S. Perhaps, too, a taste of the luxurious service and surround ings you get here will give you something to talk to the Madam about when you dis cuss Winter plans with her. We hope so! ¦ w Lake Shore Drive Hotel 181 Lake Shore Drive, Chicago "W. W. Myers, Manager THE CHICAGOAN Theatre Ticket Service Kindly enter my order for theatre tickets as follows: (Play) (Second choice) (J^umber of seats) (Date).-. (K[ame) (Address) (Telephone) (Enclosed) $ Attend the Theatre Regularly, Comfortably, Smartly By arrangement with the theatres listed below, THE CHICAGOAN is pleased to assure its readers choice reservations at box office prices and with a minimum of inconvenience. Adelphi Great Northern Apollo Harris Blackstone Majestic Cort Playhouse Erlanger Princess Grand Selwyn Studebaker August, 1931 65 PL- ' CZ/inesi ClJxestclertticiL Here at the Belmont you are sure to find living more enjoyable — in a perfect setting overlooking Bel mont Harbor and Lincoln Park with golf, bathing, horseback riding and tennis at your door — you will marvel at our spacious Kitchenette suites, single or double rooms — furnished with the taste you love, and rated far below what you would expect. Here you may enjoy an unsur passed cuisine in a beautiful air- cooled dining room — perfect facilities for private affairs, roof garden. Chil dren's playground and other advan tages tend to make the Belmont the leading value in today's finer hotel accommodations. May we show you? TTL elmotii 0foiel 3156 Sheridan Road al Belmont Harbor .... Phone Bittersweet 2100 . . . . B. B. Wilson, Mgr. Pair of very fine old English Sheffield three light Candelabra. and Soup Tureen. Made Circa 1800. Candelabra $3 50.00 Pr. Soup Tureen $250.00 A VERY FINE COLLECTION OF OLD AND MODERN CHINA, CRYSTAL, SHEFFIELD, LAMPS AND FURNITURE TAT MAN 62 5 N. Michigan Ave. CHICAGO, ILL. 5 1 7 Davis Street EVANSTON, ILL. J^(rreenbrier ^•^ and Cottages ~White Sulphur Springs TYie st "Virginia America's Most Beautiful All -Year Resort L.R. JOHNSTON. General Monojw '~~"^^-^i*r' 66 The Chicagoa N Two Little Circus Girls, BY RENOIR. COURTESY ART INSTITUTE OF CHICAGO. HOME SUITE HOME Buried Alive — But Alive ! By Ruth G. Bergman \VV/rIAT the papers printed about » » the market was bad enough; what we said was unprintable. Our social system had collapsed, we an' nounced; business was dead; hope was dead. As for real estate, we buried it alive. Real estate is still buried; but the significant fact is that it is also alive. The man who sees it boring a hole through its own tomb and, mis' taking it for a ghost, runs away, will certainly have cause to regret his folly, though he will probably call it bad luck and be consumed with envy of the good fortune of the other man who stopped to succor it as it es caped from a living death and to resuscitate it with a big draft of spirits — of ammonia or something. Without indulging in prophecy, or attempting to write variations on a theme called Smiles, Happy Days, Bye-bye Bluebird, Loo\ing at the World Through Rose Colored Glasses, and There's a Rainbow Round My Shoulders Beyond the Blue Horizon, I still offer the slogan, Remember State and Madison. It seems unlikely that anybody today will offer a future gold mine for a cow and six White Leghorns, or whatever it was that 65,000 of the 60,000 then inhabitants of Chicago refused to trade for the unimproved site of the world's busiest corner. However, not all the real estate ac tivity of all time occurred before the market cracked up; and if you don't remember State and Madison, some body else will. WITH an ear to the ground one does not, it is true, feel the shock of those pleasant vibrations which indicate that caissons are being sunk or piles driven, but there is a gentle flutter caused by the move ment of hammers and wrenches and paint brush. Capital is not pouring into cohcrete mixers or firing steam shovels to any great extent, but own ers are finding it expedient and eco nomical to brighten the spots where their old buildings stand. Some limit their activities to painting and deco rating, repairing the ravages of time and modernizing; others are tacking on additions, and raising roofs enough to insert a few extra floors of offices or apartments. A few, who think they know all the ear marks of a psychological moment and have the courage of their perspi cacity — also the necessary credit — are buying and building. The greatest activity — and this, it must be admitted, is more cerebral than structural — seems to relate to houses and housing. The past three years have seen the erection of Chi cago's first and two of America's finest housing developments, the Mar shall Field Garden Homes on the north side, and the Michigan Boule vard Garden Apartments to the south. With the tax — and other — situations what they are, nobody has From the new and interestin3 Furs by Sally Aid^rim we present a Black Russian Caracul Coat witk its L,ei Collar of Silver Fox New York Miami Beach Detroit ^^»2J Cleveland 600 Michigan Boulevard, Sout h Chicago August, 1931 1 ^'>:iW'"' t; ''i^£s'£\f [&.'(£?££ £.sjv "" v-^ *"'"» -V' *¦•'!' %*' :.'- *? <*¦• is " y.X\'l Vr&x JM''?' ^ •['>'?. /*"?- £.-.;'••#;' A'^,;*-jVv ;.»#>/.-• 'v ""^i!^ ¦&"*'"::> V- '''v'.':5»!.V;V.v.v: CZ/ ca^o 5" Smartest ear~ILoop f\partment nnconnEiL In a fashionable location. Only ten min= utes to the loop and three blocks from Lincoln Park— The Park Dearborn offers the finest in hotel homes. Large, airy rooms, spacious closets, beautiful furnishings, mocL ern salon, shops and commissary in build= ing and complete hotel service all at moder= ate rentals, makes The Park Dearborn your ideal hotel. Beautiful roof garden free to guests. 85% of present occupancy under lease. iy2 ROOMS Living room, dinette and kitchen. Twin or double Inadors. Dressing room and bath. Rated very low from $85 to $110. 2V2 ROOMS Living room, Inador beds, bedroom — twin or double beds. Dinette and kitchen. Dressing room and bath. $125 to $175. 3V4 ROOMS Living room, Inador beds, bedroom (twin or double), dining room, kitchen, bath. Most exceptional values from $150 to $200. HOTEL ROOMS Twin or double beds. Large and airy. $65 to $80 ? Daily, Weekly, Monthly and Lease Rates t ^&/e advise your early inspection. Park Dearborn £/we/ve ofixty ^orth 3)earborn!P<3rkivai/at(joethe Telephone Whitehall 5620 yet followed in these colossal foot steps of the Marshall Field estate and Julius Rosenwald; but much talk of housing is in the air. Chicago has a good many wastes that stand in need of reclaiming; she has enough idle mechanics to do the job, and plenty of gangsters and potential gangsters, to say nothing of worthy citizens, who might be saved by good plumb ing and ventilation and enough — su pervised — space in which to develop normally. Housing is coming forward as a panacea for all the ills of society, from unemployment and infant mor tality to crime and poor diction; and strangely enough, it has disappointed few? of its proponents. Incidentally — but not accidentally — the Michigan Boulevard Garden Apartments have shown an average occupancy of more than ninety-six per cent since their completion two years ago. The building contains four hundred and twenty apartments and some two thousand contented customers, at least as contented as tenants can ever be expected to be and a great deal more so than most. HOUSING for the masses offers problems quite different from those presented by a house for the wife and children. But current in terest in both fields seems to indicate that Chicagoans are going back to the home. Perhaps, when the wolf threatens to howl at the door and the bears eat up all the sugar on the street, thoughts turn to a pleasant refuge, and the man who foregoes his trip to Europe wants to make sure that he has, at least, a good home in which to stay and play ping pong. At any rate, we now seem to see more roof trees being planted on the north shore than at any other time during the past two years. There are also a goodly number of bargains in sub urban real estate, which may be un fortunate for the present owners, though buyers find it hard to shed any tears over the situation. More and more, the private resi dence is becoming a cross between a bath house and a country club. There are still living rooms and din ing rooms, but these are often mere adjuncts to the series of salons in orchid, bois de rose, Lanvin green and peche Melba, that the owners, with studied negligence, call simply bath rooms. Europeans, who used to think of us as a nation of plumbers, are now surprised to find that we are less interested in the multiplicity of our fixtures than in the period. We don't smile at a Louis XIV shower or a Pompeian lavatory; so why not an Early American salle de bain with an iron bound bucket for a tub? As for the country club aspect, recall, if you can, a large, relatively new house without its game room. Provision for diversion, from putting greens to spe cial closets for bridge tables, are al most as common as English prints and etchings of Rothenburg. ONE thing that is lacking in local domestic architecture, though, is a consistent development of the mod ern spirit. There are touches of it here and there but nothing like the impressive parade of modernity in commercial buildings that marches up Michigan Avenue from 333 to the Palmolive pile. It appears that we are gradually learning to leave the strawberry pink Spanish to the Cali- fornians; but those of us who have faith in twentieth century American invention sigh a little over the New England farmhouses and the English cottages — however charming in them selves — that are still struggling to grow naturally out of our flat, straightforward prairies and our not too fitting bluffs and ravines. However, there is no telling what may happen. The lull in the real estate and building business has given all interested parties plenty of time to repent past mistakes and plan bet ter for the future. Something rather fine ought to come of this period of meditation and prayer. Just when the dull present is going to blossom into the roseate future nobody can tell me, but I intend to keep my eyes open for the thrilling moment right along. It's a long road, they say, that has no turning, and the driver who isn't prepared to swing his wheel around at any time is liable to plunge straight ahead into the ditch. THE NEW CARS A Matter of Motors By Clay Burgess THE automobile editor of the Casper, Wyoming, Tribune dis closes something that you may believe or not. The local Hupp dealer had loaned the auto editor his White Ghost Hupmobile (a snow white car used by dealers as demonstrators) to make tests on some nearby mountain roads. It was on a seldom-used trail that the snow white car proved too great an attraction for one lamb. This lamb spotted the car and dashed away from the herd after it. When the car was stopped, the little fellow nuz zled up to the machine, only to re ceive quite a disappointment in find ing a cold reception from the gigantic white ewe he had expected to en counter. FOR the past fifteen years the Con necticut State Police Department has been using Studebakers and has again demonstrated its preference by purchasing fifteen free wheeling Stu debakers for highway patrol duty. . . . The heat-insulating board on the 1931 Buick body by Fisher is made of sugar cane, producing a material that has high resistance to heat and cold. . . . At the Chrysler field ex perimental station at Phoenix, Ari zona, constant study is being made of the effect of dust and dirt upon the moving and rotating parts of motors, dirt so often being the monkey wrench in the machinery. . . . One small cup ful of water was all that an Oldsmo- bile (six) consumed recently while romping in rapid succession over four of the stiffest mountain grades in Southern California — Mount Wilson, Camp Baldy, Big Pines County Park and Lake Arrowhead. More than three miles of elevation — 17,622 feet, to be exact — were conquered in this 68 The Chicagoan CHICAGOAN THE NEW NASH STOCK SEDAN WITH ITS VEE-POINTED RADIATOR, THE MOST NOTABLE OF THE MANY NEW FEATURES OF THE SERIES. mountain climbing marathon. ... A Stinson - Detroiter eight - passenger monoplane, powered with a 425 horsepower Wasp motor, was the first airplane to make a non-stop flight between Santiago, Chile, and Lima, Peru. . . . The A.A.A. warns tourists that it will be at least a year before Mexico City and the United States are con nected by an adequate highway and in the meantime motorists should not under any condition attempt to trav erse the roads much farther south than Monterey. ... A stock Franklin re cently made six non-stop, round-trip runs to the tip of Pike's Peak, a dis tance of 150 miles, in the elapsed time of four hours and twenty-five minutes for a record that will prob ably stand for some time. . . . The free wheeling control lever on the new 95 Willys-Knight is conveniently located between the steering post and ;:he gear-shift lever, extending from the instrument board so that the posi tion of the driver's hand is a normal one. . . . Seven-passenger Reo-Royale sedans are the official cars of the American Commission at the Paris International Colonial and Overseas Exposition. ... A Nash convertible stock sedan won the famous Euro pean hill climbing classic of the Au tomobile Club of Athens, Greece, and hung up a brilliant record for speed and reliability by making the tor tuous, 12-kilometer ascent to Parnis Mountain in eleven minutes flat. Thirty-two motor cars were entered, representing every rank and power from the two-seater Fiat to the larg est Mercedes and Bugatti racing cars. ^^ORE than half of the passengers * * traveling daily over regular routes of Century Air Lines are over forty years of age, and regular pas sengers make up nearly a third of the Century traffic. . . . There were 6,367 visitors to the Studebaker plants at South Bend, Indiana, in 1930, repre senting every state in the Union and twelve foreign countries. . . . Three squadrons of Stutz cars, or flying circuses, as they are being called, took to the highways recently in various parts of the country, to demonstrate to the world at large what the new Stutz dual-valved motor is capable of under any kind of driving conditions. . . . Polished chromium plated spokes are now regular equipment in all wire-wheel models of the Graham line, except the low-priced Prosperity Six. ... A Reo-Royale (eight) Vic toria entered in the Concours d'Ele- gance at Rome won the gold medal first prize for cars in its class, com peting with practically every Euro pean and American car made. . . . Seymour A. Ayres, veteran automo bile mechanic, started to work on the first experimental Oldsmobile June 22, 1896, more than a year before the incorporation of the company. An unusual feature of this first gas buggy was a whip socket on the dash, no doubt the earliest forecast of the self-starter. . . . CONTRARY to the general be lief, reverse gear is in no way effected by free wheeling. For exam ple with the Dodge unit, when the transmission is in the free wheeling position and the driver wishes to back up, he can do so simply by de clutching and putting the transmis sion in reverse. In doing so he au tomatically releases the free wheeling unit, thus putting the transmission into conventional gear. ... If you see a flame-colored automobile float ing serenely down Michigan Avenue, apparently driverless, don't be alarmed. It's just the Plymouth "Flame" Car, in which every piece of glass is a mirror. The driver, who cannot be seen, but who can see, of course, is really surrounded by bona- fide mirrors without peep-holes or breaks. The illusion is created by a new invention of a famous European manufacturer. CHECKERED If white is good and black is bad, Then all my friends are gray or plaid. ELEANOR GRAHAM flit Chicago's Smartest Apartment Hotel A real hotel home for you and yours — where you will enjoy perfectly ap pointed — perfectly serviced 1 to 6- room spacious kitchenette suites — with all the finer things a real hotel should have. A location second to none — overlooking the lake and Lin coln Park — with bathing, riding, golf and all sports at your door. Just 12 minutes to the loop — yet in a beauti ful residential section. The luxury of our lounge and lobby, the conven- :•?¦ v ~~~" ¦*»"¦¦¦ - ..." - ¦ -;! fOPlP ¦ MHtU«(llir'1l lift IbS? Ktti !_, ¦» ¦^H^J| Sh^lS ience of our shops—the completeness of our service and our fine dining room will make the Park Lane your favorite hotel. Reasonable fall rates will make you doubly anxious to be our guest. It would delight us. Sheridan Road at Surf Street Bittersweet 3800 J. J8f ¦¦* August, 1931 69 | THE BOOKS OF JULY And a Journey to Portland Visit Harding's New Dining Room 68 W* Madison St. — Second Floor — Drop in for luncheon or dinner and enjoy the pleasant surround ings of Chicago's beautiful new dining room. Complete table service will prevail throughout the day and evening, featuring a variety of home cooked special dishes. Open from 10:30 A. M. to 9:00 P.M., including Sundays. You Will Like It! 407 South Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois GENTLEMEN : Kindly send my copy of THE CHICAGOAN to the address given below during the months of (Signature) - (T^ew address) ..- .-.. (Old address) By Susan Wilbur IT is a well known fact that in August the courts close and all the lawyers and judges go fishing. It is perhaps less well known, though equally a fact, that in July something very similar takes place among the literary judiciary. Not that we shut up shop. But, just naturally, no cases come in that put any great strain upon the critical faculties. To correct this statement, however, lest this particular July it might per chance be the outcome of pine woods and sea breezes, I decided to run up to Portland, and consult with Herbert G. Jones, who keeps a bookshop on Longfellow Square. And who, no longer ago than the early Heywood Broun era, was himself literary editing in New York. Mr. Jones turned out, however, to be in no mood for talking about July, although it was July. He wanted to talk about Chicago. It seems that just as Chicago literary editors go to New York nowadays, so New York literary editors used to come to Chi cago to see publishers. Apparently we had them in the plural then. And they got to their desks at seven- thirty in the morning. And, from then until late at night, never talked a word of anything but business. Then, from a nearby shelf he brought forth a volume whose general getup, albeit not red, was somehow vaguely suggestive of the Malahyde castle Boswell. The inside proved, however, to be our new Reilly and Lee atlas. And the price not fifty dollars, but three-fifty. Maps, pic tures, reading matter, everything, and all of it unbelievably up to date. As I looked, it occurred to me that if we went on doing things like this, maybe the New York literary editors would again start coming to our shores the ¦way they used to do. And after that Mr. Jones' assist ant, Mrs. Greely, wanted to tell me how impatient the east was for Mar garet Ayre Barnes' new book. And to ask whether in my opinion her sis ter, Janet Fairbank, had helped her much with Years of Grace. Or whether she had just written it natu rally — as Edith Wharton wrote The Age of Innocence. DO not mistake me as saying, how ever, that the month of July is by any means a literary blank this year. There are at least two books that -would show up, whatever month of the year they were published. Namely, Eleanor De Lamater's Per gonals, which works magic with, surely, the most unpromising series of items ever published in a small town paper. And Edward Thomp son's A Farewell to India, which re opens from a new angle the discus sion so inauspiciously started by Katherine Mayo. Miss De Lamater simply tears out a column of Local Notes from the Steefi'eton Weekly 7^.ews. The two hundredth anniversarv of the found ing of the town. The demolishing of the old schoolhouse. The fact that Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Britton and daughter Ellen 'will winter on Riggs Island. That Miss Rae Britton, "re cently of Paris," will pav them a Thanksgiving visit. A ball in fire men's hall. Somebody's new sedan. The death of a schoolteacher, and the receipt of a correspondence school diploma in dressmaking by Miss C. Willow. But what she weaves out of them is a sort of Jalna, Riggs Island furnishing the dynasty, plus the interrelated activities and des tinies of a small town whose Main Street is discussed for its human rather than for its satirical import. OCCASIONALLY, in memoirs, one gets a glimpse of what India has meant to those Englishmen who have given it the middle of their lives. Edward Thompson takes for his background not Bombay or Cal cutta, but, more significantly, a pro vincial city, and for his hero an edu cational missionary -who has spent most of his twenties, all his thirties, and three or four of his forties there. Who has wandered the jungles on his bike. Known a wise native or two, and accepted the protection of one of them. Got closer than most men to local superstition, but with out any attempt to write down or to codify, as a German educator might have done, things that are by nature miscellaneous and fugitive. And who along with taking a sincere interest in his pupils, has preserved his abil ity to laugh at the way their minds, and their English, work. The fair ness of Mr. Thompson's picture be ing here evidenced. For while he quotes a farewell speech in which the students laud their departing profes sor for his noble struggle, not only against odds but also against ends, he also quotes his hero's colleague as having attempted the Hindu plural of Hindu and produced instead a word not meaning Hindu at all but Rats. This fairness of humor being at least as significant as his fairness in sorting out each side's grievances. The actual subject, however, to which the good old days, and the heat, leopards, snakes, and ghosts of the improperly buried, contribute, is, the year 1930. Gandhi starting strikes in schools, students issuing ultimatums, which, owing to the English, are sometimes as comic as they were intended to be alarming, odd unpunished deeds of violence, and a network of misunderstanding putting British officialdom hopelessly out of contact. In other words, novel though A Farewell to India is, one feels that there is something broader under discussion than the in validing home of one schoolteacher who has loved India. IT would require a harder drinker than myself to say with authority that Hagar Wilde's Brea\-Up is an improvement upon Carl Van Vech- ten's Parties. That is, to say whether it is for better or for worse that Miss Wilde lets her story deal at times with life in its more lucid aspects. That though speak-easies contend with private ice cubes for the fore ground, there should be a certain background of at least one husband going to an office and exchanging wise-cracks with a stenographer, and coming home to marital quarrels in which alcohol plays a comparatively 70 The Chicagoan small part. Or that she should ad mit among her epidemic of break ups one that is proper tragedy. But it does seem to me that Miss Wilde scores one point on Mr. Van Vech- ten. Namely that she lets her New Yorkers hail, as the more virulent type usually does hail, from Ohio and Missouri, and, further, permits them to return to their home towns for an occasional visit. (-« HRISTOPHER MORLEY is a ^-' busy American upon whom the Oxford experiences precedent to a law degree have been so hybridized that, at forty or less, he has written an autobiography which would do justice to a man of eighty. Four hun dred pages with an air as leisurely as that of Charles Lamb, — who had nothing to do but walk over to the East India House for a few hours every day. Do not let the atmos phere deceive you, however. For John Mistletoe is packed with excite ments. Inside dope on the begin nings of the literary movement that we are just getting to the end of now. How Sherwood Anderson looked, in a literary way of speak ing, when B. W. Huebsch first took a chance on him. How the im ported sheets of Rupert Brooke were peddled from Macmillan, to Double- day, to John Lane, because older and wiser heads in business departments thought the price too high. How Robert Frost sold his farm and moved to England. How Elmer Davis wanted a tutoring job, and contrived to persuade a fond father that though not a Harvard man, a high churchman, or an athlete, he was something just as good. How Alfred A. Knopf in his early days as mail order expert with Doubleday was chiefly concerned, in hours and out, with launching Joseph Conrad. And so on. In other words though John Mistletoe begins with a descrip tion like Percy Lubbock's Earlham it ends with an index that reads like Who's Who. THE CURE FOR PROHIBITION A Dicussion of the Thing (Begin on page 17) If we now fully understand the disease and how we acquired it, let us learn a sure cure prescription. The remedy is abso lutely guaranteed to effect a sure, speedy and permanent cure, but the directions must be scrupulously fol lowed. If one really and sincerely wants a cure, here is the prescription: 1. Take a Moratorium from Your Political Affiliations and, from Today on, Vote and Work Only for Candidates for Office, from Constable to President, Who Stand for the Repeal of the Prohibition Laws and Who Will Pledge Themselves to Work and Vote for Such Repeal in Their Official Capacity. 2. Vow That, from Today on, You Will Not Contribute One Cent for Campaign Purposes, or Other Purposes, to Any Political Party That Does Not Frankly and Plainly State in Its Plat- form That It Stands for the Repeal of These Laws, and That Its Candidates Running on Such Platform Will Work and Vote for Repeal. 3. Beware of Wet-Drinking, Dry- Voting Candidates. 4. Take This Prescription Scrupulously at Every Election, Until Fully Cured. There is no other remedy! Pro hibition will not be removed from our statute books until this prescription is taken by a majority of our citizens. If this cure is not followed, the disease of prohibition-bred crime will con tinue to eat into the vitals of our nation; we will further lose respect for all laws; the criminals will get unnumbered millions of revenue and the governments — state and nation — will pile up deficits running into the billions. The Name is a Guarantee! Visit the showrooms ot the Robert W. Irwin Company at 608 S. Michigan Blvd., if you are interested in beautiful furniture or care to see one of the largest and most comprehensive displays of fine period adaptations, reproductions of antiques and custom built produc tions in the middle west. These factory wholesale showrooms are maintained for the benefit of dealers and their customers, and while in no sense a retail store, pur chases may be arranged through a legitimate retail outlet. 608 g>outI) JWtcfttgan J?ibb. STAYING IN ILLINOIS The Town in Summer (Begin on page 19) the North Shore for the simple reason that I was brought up on it and know, there fore, that it is neither charming nor the country. There is, of course, Ravinia. But that is not really country either. (Nor am I, thank fortune, a music critic.) WEST, and to some extent northwest and southwest of the city, there are miles and miles of what appear to be principally cabbages and Croats. (If they are Croats. At any rate, some odd and unintelligible variety of peasant.) Northward, if you have the patience to continue that far, you wi!l come upon a series of little lakes centering about the Fox River. I should say, if I were not afraid of involving The Chi cagoan in a libel suit, that I have been told these lakes are much patronized by our smarter gangsters and second-story men. I hope very much that I have not been misin formed. At any rate, nobody can possibly sue me for wishing to keep my illusions. North again, just over the Wiscon sin border, lies Lake Geneva, which is very pretty and exceedingly genteel. If you are fortunate enough — as I am — to count among your closest friends a family of fabulous hospi tality who own a magnificent and extraordinarily capacious house of the purest Victorian period on its shores, you will never be in doubt as to where to spend your week-ends. Or, indeed, many of your weeks. THERE is also the Galena coun try. I shall not say much con cerning Galena itself, because someone I know is going to write a novel about it one of these days. But you might as well be told that, seventy- five years ago, it was the lead-mining centre of the Middle West, that General Grant once lived there, and that it is an enchantingly run-down old town built on the side of a hill, with ram-shackle red-brick houses Distingu ished Enduring Direct Y Y Y A fastidious approach and an intimate address to the smart Chicago market are obtainable exclusively in the pages of THE CHICAGOAN. August, 1931 71 Room Rates Reduced Home of the famous swimming pool- EITON at 49* and Lexington NEW YORK Has all the comforts of a private club. Hie most enjoyable hotel atmosphere in New York, CHICAGO The Opportunity City of 1931 "The CHICAGOAN The Opportunity Magazine of 1931 whose gardens, grown at angles like those on the Butte Montmartre, spill goldenglow and hollyhocks and wav ing grasses across each other's fences in truly companionable fashion. It is, I imagine, a paradise for the antique collector or the local historian. And the country round Galena, reaching from there to the Mississippi, is bold and beautiful, wooded and hilly, fertile yet strangely austere, remind ing me strongly of parts of Burgundy I know and love, and lacking only legends and a ruined Abbey-church or two to be fully as romantic. I was going to write a book about Galena myself. Only just then, as luck would have it, the one I was working on came to a sudden and somewhat violent conclusion. Ill at ease in ray unlooked for idleness, I was persuaded to motor east to Sara toga, so that my career as a Middle- western explorer was cut short at its brilliant beginning. What else of interest there may be in Illinois I cannot tell, and very likely never shall be able to. This year I came over on the Paris. BLAZING THE TRAIL In Early Chicagoland (Begin on page 23) We went to gether for the fun of it. Ha, ha! When we got there a shot-putter was just about to put the shot when Philo spots him and yells, 'Hey, buddy, don't you know we got cannons now?' Well, that certainly aisled them. It turned out to be a pretty lousy sort of afternoon, though. The gauntlet-running event was pretty good, though, even if they didn't kill that next to the last bird that run. "June 15 — Your letter of even date received, filed. Now, your paper has got the facts all wrong. I did not want that Grandfather Cannister should get hisself scalped. I had nothing to gain, being left out and the will entirely. You see my uncle (Len's boy) was to get the estate and although circulation evidence pointed to me it is true I give you my word of honor I did not do away with that fine old Gentleman. "June 21 — We was all standing up to the bar and a sort of yegg from South Shekaugo come in. No body know how it all started, but a sudden Philo Entwhistle and this toughie was going to it. They fight hard for some time and then rested and as they went to it again Philo says to the blackguard, 'Well, buddy, how about a round on the house?' So they went up to the roof. "June 1? — I am answering your ad in the papers for an experienced opium seller. I have sold opium for nigh twelve years. You probably heard about me, but I append refer ences for fellows I have sold opium for within the last nine years: " 'Wop' Smorgasbank, Shanghie, China. " 'Dopey,' Oppenheim, Wetsu, China. " 'Cotton' Mather, Tsetse, China. "You just you get in touch with those fellows and they will assure you what an opium seller I am. "But, if you hired me then you would be doing me a favor. And what I want to do is you a favor. Therefore, I am not writing you to ask for a job as an opium seller, but instead to offer you, free, a collapsible pipe organ. This instrument . . ." AS the years rolled by, as years do, Philo Entwhistle assumed many more duties. His first venture into local politics was to organize Illinois for William McKinley who was then just a tad, and in recognition of that service he was made a vice-president of the Guarantee Trust. It is, how ever, as a public-spirited citizen that he is best remembered. Philo's father, old Hasha Entwhistle had, all his life, worked hard for his salt. He had always said, "You can't have your salt and earn it, too." And it was this homely maxim that Philo had inherited from his father, along with frugality and industry and love of the simple life. From his mother he had a sunny, joyous dis position and a generosity toward none and a generosity to all and not one cent for tribute. He played his part in public life, too. In his house, the new Sauganash, the election of 183 3 was held. He got the job, and the settlers voted at that time, too, to incorporate the Town of Chicago (as it was then being called). The Indians loved him for his fair ness to their race and they all voted for him several times. Later that week they voted him the handsomest man in his class and the most likely to succeed. The next Friday (June 1?) the Indians of the neighborhood got together again around a couple of kegs of whiskey and voted Philo a sixty-four acre tract of land at the mouth of the Calumet River, which he didn't know about for nearly forty years, Indians being very close- mouthed individuals, as you well know if you've ever had anything to do with them. When he received his letter of patent in 1874 he discovered it had been signed by Martin Van Buren. And was he mad? Ulysses S. Grant (later General Grant) being president at the time. Mrs. Entwhistle died, and late in life Philo married a Miss Martingale Mathesson of Batavia, Illinois. Twelve children were born to them before Philo died sometime later. His funeral was a Masonic one and lasted seven hours and ten minutes. HEAD WINDS AND CALMS The Siren's Cruise (Begin on page 25) whose victory warrants a heady fiesta, or the losers, who seem to down their sorrows in a social splurge — and in many cases succeed in drowning their disgust in sloshy depths. The Siren's crew and skipper were the recipients of a vast amount of attention from the other yachtsmen, for never before had a yacht piled up four victories in the annual Mackinac event. The Lake Michigan Yachting As- The Chicagoan sociation, which has sponsored races for many more years than even the oldest contemporary sailors can re call, deserves special credit for the fact that a life has never been lost in any of these events. Rigid rules as to inspection and well planned rules as to qualification account in a great measure for this record. D Y way of recapitulation, the first *-' to finish in the racing division was Dorello, belonging to O. L. Dwight, Milwaukee Yacht Club (cor rected time, 58:28:26); second was Siren; third was Princess, owned by Ed. Jedzrykowsky and Carl Kallgren, Jackson Park Yacht Club (corrected time, 57:57:16). Others in this class well known in these waters included E. A. Purtell's Vagabond, A. H. Newman's Illinois and Harold Flem- ming's Capsicum. In the cruising division, the first in was Bagheera, followed closely by Quic\ Silver (Colonel Albert E. Pierce of the Chicago Yacht Club), and Elizabeth. The corrected time of the Katin\a, whose performances have always conjured up a good deal of merited admiration, was 56:42. Several well-known local yachts were unable to participate due to failure to qualify in time, among them the Gaviota, which has been acquired lately by W. S. Ahern and R. J. Frankenstein, Jr., who were compelled at the last minute to recede from their original intention to sail with the fleet because they acquired the yacht so late in the season that it was impossible to get her commis sioned in time despite working day and night to do so. All in all, the 3 31-mile course con stitutes a hard grind (to transpose the usual metaphor into terms ¦ of the weary wheelsman), and despite the weary exhaustion of the crew there was still enough latent sense of humor percolating through the frozen veins of our crew at the end to ex plode a jittery laugh when the ex- steamboat quartermaster who sailed with us sighed and looked up at the canvas as he drawled with an ill sup pressed intonation of immoderate re lief, "Well, I guess it's time to take down them curtains." "Curtains?" queried the skipper superciliously. "Sails," corrected the ex-quarter master grudgingly. "Give me a good steam packet any day!" It was rank heresy but it passed without violence, there being no ade quate energy left, with which the in dignant skipper and crew could inflict the warranted chastisement. CONTRACT BRIDGE How It Is Played (Begin on page 26) Dealing: Many of our pupils have asked us to talk briefly sometime on dealing. We know plenty on this subject!! And if you wish it, you shall have it. There are many kinds and meth ods of dealing. Of course we have always said that anyone can play a good hand correctly, but who of us can deal a good hand correctly? And there's a poser for lots of you, we trow. We find no difficulty at all in dealing ourselves grand slams at will, and this is accomplished in a very sim ple manner, to wit, viz, and how: at odd moments of the game when the newest gossip is being hashed over, or the little stranger that is coming to Mrs. N 's house, calmly garner the cards and unaffectedly sort them, putting your hand in the proper spot. Make believe you are shuffling the cards, and make a false cut. Your deal is now a simple thing indeed; simply deal the cards, but instead of dealing himself in each hand, "re serve your deal, and when each of the three has his thirteen cards just give yourself the remaining thirteen and say, "I'll play these" (an old poker expression). Your opponents will think you have a "pat" hand, and in all probability will let you name your grand slam and play it. This sort of thing makes for a right happy and snappy contract game, and no end of fun can be had when you lay your cards down and say, "I guess these are all good." Of course if some prude in the game doesn't want you to "get away" with that, give her a filthy look and mutter under your breath. This will put her in her place and she'll probably go home crying, which is just about the way most Con tract games end up, and after all, that completes the evening, doesn't it? We have always said that it's not so much the cards you use, as the lan guage when you play Contract and if this little symposium has helped you we're happy — otherwise, what of it? PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE Observations on the Smart Sector (Begin on page 27) complete re tirement of the Fowler McCormicks since they came back to make Chicago their home. And some of their friends feel a little let down, too. Wouldn't you, if you'd been avidly accepting dinner or cock tail hour invitations to every party where the vivid Fifi and her young husband might have been asked, only to have the party die on you when the host announced that he'd "asked Fowler and Fifi but they wouldn't come out of the Dark Tower" (and the Drake Towers might just as well be called that if the prince and princess are going to lock themselves up in it). Tom Seyster's dinner at the Tavern, a couple of weeks ago, was almost spoiled when the McCor micks sent last minute regrets, al though they'd previously accepted. They knew the scribes gather at the Tavern, and when a morning paper's society column "supposed" they'd be at Tom's dinner, they wouldn't take a chance on a possible flashlight. As a matter of fact, their own friends are much more curious about them than the newspaper reporters. I've heard a dozen women say — women who have known Fowler all his life but haven't met his wife — "I must see this Fifi Stillman, and find out the secret of her charm." Any num ber of them have considered them selves snubbed already, though, for they've telephoned the Dark Tower, Goodbye, Summer SOON back to town and to classes ¦with other worlds to conquer . . . None will give greater returns in ac tual pleasure than Music. Secure for your household the permanent hap piness that lies within the immortal STEIN WA Y Conceded to be the finest of the -world's fine pianos. Yet in point of service and durability, Steinway costs the least. You may own one by our Easy Payment Plan. Lyon & Healy WABASH AVE. at JACKSON BLVD. And Six Neighborhood Stores OVER 1500 DOCTORS USE and Recommend "The Purest and Softest Spring Water in the World" CHIPPEWA Natural Spring Water Not a Mineral Water Phone your dealer or Chippewa Spring Water Co. 1318 S. 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I always remember what a lot of gaping there was — not any of your well-bred, surreptitious peeking either — when Fowler's father brought his bride, Ganna Walska, to the old Auditorium for the first time, and the same cat-killing curiosity that was evi dent all through the house when Mr. Edwin Krenn came for the first time as escort to Mrs. Rockefeller McCor mick, and every night thereafter for almost ten weeks of opera. If only Fowler will learn the diplomacy of his genial father (everyone likes Harold) he'll get through that "first appearance" without embarrassment. WOULD it interest you at all to know that: The Wolcott Blairs are taking over something be fore the 12th, their shooting box in Scotland — one they're sharing with a few of their Philadelphia friends — and that they've made the Joe Leiters (who took over the house they'd leased from the David Danglers) promise to give them back the Lake Forest house for the hunting season? . That Edith Cummings and Eleanor Holden go straight from the Dublin Horse Show to a miniature castle they've rented jointly with the James Gowens and Thomas Evans of Philadelphia, just a yodel's distance from the Alfred Grangers, Mrs. William Mitchell Blair and Mrs. Rus sell Lord, some thirty miles from Vienna? . . . That the Lester Arm our's new house in Lake Forest will have eleven bathrooms, and the John Drake, Juniors', only five? . . . That the Stuyvesant Peabodys' new quar ters on their Lamont Farm were de signed by Jack, himself, with all kinds of electric labor savers and collapsible kitchenette features in the kitchen so they won't need any servants when they're week-ending there, and instead of having a gardener to cut the "lawn" Jack got a "fleet" of sheep to keep it nibbled down? . . . That "Ginny" Carpenter changed her mind about going abroad to buy antiques for an American museum, and will be com ing back to Chicago for at least a part of the winter? . . . That "Libby" Chase has been getting restless again, and is beginning to twirl the atlas in the library in search of some savage country to explore next year? . . . That one of the most interesting en gagements of the summer will be an nounced before Labor Day? . . . That Potter Palmer, Jr., has promised his mother that he won't get married until he's graduated at Harvard next June? . . . That — but after all I've walter-winchelled enough, and I must save something for next month's Personal Intelligence. EUROPE IN THREE LETTERS An Inspection of that Continent (Begin on page 30) gether with the fountains and the colorful street lamps the effect is kaleidoscopic and magnificent. France has indeed done wonderfully; memories of Seville and Barcelona fade in comparison. THE Grande Semaine was fa vored with pleasant weather and Auteuil and Longchamps presented the usual stylish scenes. The week was further enlivened with a recital by Ganna Walska and several ap pearances of Frank Parker in a pro gram of acted songs in costume. This talented young man, who was seen in Chicago last Christmas, is devel oping a highly individual art. Ida Rubinstein and her ballet have been giving several performances at the Opera before very fashionable audiences. The night I attended I saw a Rimsky-Korsakov ballet, a new work called Amphion, with music by Honegger, and Ravel's Bolero. Ru binstein does the Bolero very vigor ously, of course, on a tremendous table in an inn, with much twirling and stamping of feet. The rest of the ballet eventually join in; knives are drawn and after some preliminary dueling are thrust into the table for Rubinstein to dance around. It works up to a great climax and brings down the house. Other entertainment has been a whole week of Offenbach's opera- bouffe, Les Brigands, at the Opera- Comique and the new shows at the Folies Bergere and the Casino de Paris. The former is composed of an endless variety of dancing, some of it very fine and spectacular, and a cer tain amount of humor. The Casino also has some lovely dancing but, what is more important, it has Josephine Baker. Since I last saw her, three or four years ago, she has developed remark ably. Then she was a very successful jazs dancer with a lively personality. Now she also sings charmingly and shows real histrionic ability in one or two sketches. Her voice is nothing unusual but her manner completely captivates her audience. PARIS, like every other place, gives evidence of the depression. Soldes, liquidations and for-rent signs are all too frequent along the Rue de la Paix and the Champs-Elysees. Voisin, the world-famous restaurant, is no more, and Ciro's has been waging an in tensive advertising campaign. Prices, however, do not seem to have de clined. One of my favorite restau rants, La Belle Aurore, in the Rue Gomboust, which surely serves the finest hors d'oeuvres in the world, has even increased its prices fifty per cent. The French love of independence and individual enterprise was graph ically demonstrated to me the other day. The taxi in which I was riding (they are more expensive now, you know) brushed a private limousine in the usual traffic jam in the Place de la Concorde. Mutual abuse was, of course, the result, as we progressed side by side, with the liveried chauf feur, as the injured party the more vociferous. The argument was con cluded, however, by my taxi-driver, who shot ahead as he issued, with a combined shrug and sneer, the final crushing insult: "Bah. Domestique!" LOHDOH ENGLAND has gone sweepstake wild. Tickets in the big sweeps have been frantically sought after, of fice and club pools have been numer ous and everyone seems to have had a gambler's interest in the Derby. The Derby was granted good weather and the usual picturesque crowd, including the royal family and the inevitable gypsies and the pearlie WHEN SIDEWALKS SIZZLE and appetites lag, let L'AIGLON re- store your zest for good living. Pink pyramids of icy shrimps, a frosty fresh crabmeat cocktail, with our rare watercress dressing. All seafood, fresh every day from the waters of New Eng- land and New Orleans. Delicate inland fish. Butter tender meats glis tening in aspic. Prime vegetables and zippy salads. All enhanced by the magic of our French chef and served in cooled breezy rooms. Cuisine Francaise Music, Six to One 22 East Ontario Delaware 1909 GOOD CHEER * GOOD FOOD For thirty years the Red Star has been a gathering place for those who appre ciate German hospitality and German food. And now, in 1931, it is still — grossartig! 3&eb g>tar Suit C. Gallauer, Proprietor 1528 N. Clark Street Delaware 0440-3942 74 The Chicagoan costers of the East End, thronged Epsom Downs. The favorite, Cam- eronian, was of course a popular win ner, but the bookmakers took a beat ing and thirty or more "welshed." The sun also shone for Ascot in marked contrast to the deluge of last year, when a bookmaker was killed by a lightning bolt. The King and Queen drove up the course from Windsor, heading a procession of seven open carriages with outriders in scarlet and gold. Ambassador Dawes was later seen in the royal box talking with them. Black toppers for men still out number grey and rarely have so many lovely dresses and chic hats been seen at Ascot. The al fresco luncheon parties — duck, pate- de-foie-gras, strawberries, champagne — add to the color and gaiety of the occasion and more than ever does Ascot resemble a combined style show and garden party rather than a race meeting. Its social brilliance is undimmed. p\ERBY DAY coincided with the *¦* King's sixty-sixth birthday, so the annual Trooping of the Colours on the Horse Guards Parade was postponed until the following Sat urday. This colorful spectacle is dear to the hearts of Londoners. The gorgeous uniforms against the green of St. James' Park is a stirring sight and the Mall was packed long before the King, on horseback and in mili tary dress, rode down from Bucking ham Palace to take the salute. The Aldershot Tattoo in mid-June has become in a few years' time a national event. Thousands come down in Hampshire each night by train and bus and car to witness the military manoeuvres in the vast am phitheatre. The British love a good show and Aldershot with its gun- firing, martial music and parade gives a patriotic thrill to every Briton. The opera at Covent Garden is much as usual, with few novelties. The old warhorses, such as Traviata and Rtgoletto, are trotted out with regularity. The German season, how ever, was particularly successful. At the Lyceum, a Russian opera com pany under the direction of Sir Thomas Beecham has been giving Covent Garden keen competition. Sad\o, Boris Godounov. Russian and Ludmilla and Prince Igor comprise the repertoire and have all been well- produced. I was fortunate in hear ing Chaliapin sing in Prince Igor, with Beecham conducting. The Po- lovtsian dances, arranged by Michel Fokine, were beautifully given. The staid British audience even shouted and it was, in every way, a memo rable evening. IN the theatre, there are several good * plays. Autumn Crocus is perhaps the finest thing on the London stage. It tells with rare delicacy and sim plicity the love-story of an English schoolmistress on holiday in the Tyrol. The characters at the inn are masterfully drawn and the whole play is dramatically well-constructed. Fay Compton acts with great charm and restraint and, together with Francis Lederer and Muriel Aked, has the support of an excellent cast. John Van Druten, author of the unforgettable Young Woodley, has two successes running. The action of London Wall takes place in a so licitor's office in the City. The vari ous types to be found there are skillfully and sympathetically pre sented. After All has more sub stance as a play and treats seriously the relations between children and parents, but it is rather episodic and lacking in unity. Lilian Braithwaite and Madeleine Carroll give splendid performances as mother and daughter. Lean Harvest by Ronald Jeans gives Leslie Banks a grateful role. It is a story of financial success and its results. The gripping "mad scene" is the high spot in intensity among the plays. Diana Wynyard, a new and lovely young actress, plays oppo site Leslie Banks with conspicuous success. The Barretts of Wimpole Street is achieving a run comparable to the New York run and Death 1a\es a Holiday has just opened. Musically, White Horse Inn leads the list. It has some nice tunes, gor geous costumes, and humor, and with a revolving stage is the most colorful show London has seen in many sea sons. Ever Green is Cochran's latest hit, a very pleasant musical play, with the most remarkable acrobatic dancing by Carlos and Chica that I, for one, ever hope to see. Land of Smiles, the new Franz; Lehar operetta, has a love song which will be heard on all sides for months to come. Richard Tauber, the great German singer, has the leading role and Lehar, himself, has just come to conduct some of the performances. THE trade depression has had its effect on the shops, which are al most empty. I was able to bargain in the continental manner in the finest shops in Berkeley Street. Tour ist agencies are having a hard time of it, for Americans are conspicuously absent. So far I have encountered only one small group. But London itself seems to be enjoying the season and its latest and smartest restaurant, the Malmaison, in Stratton Street just off Piccadilly, is always filled. The Dorchester is the newest luxurious hotel. It is in Park Lane, but architecturally it does not enhance the beauty of this famous thorough fare. The interior is rich and mag nificent, however, in green and gold and black. A yawning pit still marks the site of the old Cecil Hotel on the Embankment. I HE annual summer exhibition of 1 the Royal Academy at Burling ton House is less interesting than usual. The best work is in por traiture. Sir John Lavery exhibits fine studies of the Earl of Lonsdale, England's great sportsman, and the Prime Minister. G. Spencer Watson, Richard Jack, George Harcourt, F. Cadogan Cowper, Sir Arthur Cope and Sir William Orpen are well rep resented. Orpen also has some odd paintings in an entirely different and unconvential manner. Alfred J. Mun- nings exhibits several fine equestrian paintings and Dame Laura Knight a splendid bedroom study. Cathleen Mann, the American-born Marchion ess of Queensberry, exhibits three portraits. Genesis, Epstein's latest masterpiece or monstrosity, depending on the point of view, is being triumphantly exhibited throughout England before coming to rest in a private garden in Pall Mall. It will be good news for those who remember London before the war that Eros returns to Picca dilly Circus in the autumn. There is much talk of Russia and the five year plan, the inevitable Ger man "putsch," the possibility of debt reductions, and, of course, a general election. The recent so-called earth quake, which caused much excitement, was described by Sir Ernest Benn as "merely the rumblings of this infernal socialist government." V-OIHMOIVER, King, or Lord High Execu tioner — it makes no difference to us! If you're a Commoner, we'll try to make you feel like a King; if you're already a King, we'll try to make you feel like visiting us again. For instance, whether you engage our largest suite or smallest room, we'll undertake to serve your hot dishes piping hot. We have dumb waiters to whisk trays from our kitchen to your floor in jig time . . . special ovens on every floor . . . waiters not at all dumb to serve you right in your room . . . and all through our house a very sincere desire to in dulge your lowliest wish in royal fashion. Now may we serve you ? The ROOSEVELT Madison Avenue at 45th Street Edward Clinton Fogg — Managing Director u33$l> THE CREDIT LINE The staff of THE CHICAGOAN, careful to imply applause of which it just possibly may be over confident, appropriates this space to share it — and whatever else may come — with the following Chicago insti tutions mutually responsible for the produc- tion of this issue: The Atwell Printing and Binding Co. 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Another favored fabric is velvet, and if you don't feel like a fairy princess in a Gage design from Re- boux you just don't have a glimmer of romance in you. The crown of this is in narrow strips sewed to gether, the brim is faced in felt RUSSIAN CARACUL PROMISES TO BE THE CHAMPION FUR OF THE SEASON; JOHN T. SHAYNE. HE STYLIST Autumn Fashions (which, too, is again taken into the hearts of the designers). The brim rolls tight on the left side and creases downward over the right eye to swoop way down on that side of the head. Through the crease in front the quill of an ostrich plume is thrust, the ostrich sweeping around the side and cascading bewitchingly down the back of the neck. Daddy has his womanly ittle dirl again! But honestly it's not flimpsy. Just so love'y one would simply have to be ladylike and enjoy it. These Empress Eugenie and Wat- teau shepherdess hats are usually of the afternoon and dinner hat type, which seem to mark the return of a more formal era, but the street hats have received plenty of attention, too. Agnes does one in black soleil with a trim blue velvet bow. Another soleil, s1ightly E. E. (from now till the end of 1931 that means Empress Eugenie to me) with a swank roll of chiffon velvet draped about it. An- 76 The Chicagoan Ladies Hand Bags • Diana Court 540 N. Michigan Ave. • In addition to our complete line of ex quisite hand bags we maintain an expert Work Room devoted exclusively to the de signing and making of bags to order at prices quite in keeping with modern ideas of smart economy. • Bags recovered • Bags relined • Fine Frames repaired • Petit Points remounted • Monograms designed Arnold's are now presenting their new collection for fall. DIANA COURT SALON Distinctively designed For intimate audiences. Avail able for recitals, lectures, club programs and meetings. Now booking for next season. • Increase Robinson Director Telephone — Delaware 3745 Mezzanine 540 N. Michigan Avenue COUTHOUI For Tickets other Gage hat introduces the smart roll in a little tweed hat. So you see you don't have to have feathers, but do get yourself at least one with an ostrich or coq dash for your dressing up moments. The fabrics, as we have said, are to be chiefly velvets, felts (the lus trous kind), hatter's plush, and other rich-looking things. And, praise be, these hats must be so deftly fashioned and beautifully designed that no one will be able to copy your proud thirty dollar creation for a dollar eighty- eight! Items About the House For your vacation hostess, or look ing forward to autumnal brides, or just to add new sparks of interest to your own home, you will have a good time at these little shops. Tatman has some exquisite Water- ford candelabra, old Sheffield as well as modern reproductions, some hand some and practical wide-mouthed vases of quaint hobnail glass in white, green, deep ruby and delicate blush. For after dinner coffee look at his gay Majolica sets, some cups having knobby little covers to keep the coffee at its original steaming perfection. Interesting trays, too, all the way from antique silver to picturesque modern ones, and much besides that is well worth a browse. That famous Georg Jensen hand- wrought silver which Europeans and New Yorkers rave about is also at Hipp and Coburn, right here. The pieces are positively magnificent in their beauty and whether you indulge in one little spoon or a bowl that might be the pride of a museum you DEFTLY DESIGNED WITH THAT COME-HITHER APPEARANCE; FROM GAGE. have a perfect thing. Any piece is wonderful for a wedding gift, as ab solutely nothing is exactly duplicated, and I'd gladly commit larceny for a set of the flatware. Jensen pieces have been acquired by the Metropol itan Museum, by the Copenhagen Museum, by kings and queens, and all thoughtful people who want ob jects of permanent beauty. The Mandel Foreign Galleries are always idea-provoking. Saw the other day some charming reproductions of old Staffordshire figures, as well as those silly but sweet old dogs, at amazingly low prices; also some small Chinese figure prints all framed and ready to hang in colorful groups; a very distinctive collection. And one of the best groups of decanters, liqueur and cocktail sets in town. AMERICAN PLAN Notes Across a Continent (Begin on page 45) into Chinatown and came out with un-tourist treas ures. Past the fringe is where one gets the real thrills, and the Chinese are so delighted and amiable and hon est I'd like to draw and quarter every writer who has made of this a sinister spot. Exquisite wood-carvings, teak- wood furniture, brocades and jewels, prints and bowls and jades. I wish I had a Santa Claus sack to pile things into. And tomorrow we're going to Monterey. We'll do the seventeen mile drive again and play at Del Monte and at Pebble Beach, we'll see old missions and modern palaces and forget the rest of the world. Except that after a while we'll go through timber and mountains again to Co lumbia River, and that beyond lies Banff and — oh, 'well, my country, 'tis of thee Jor Anticipation Round the Pacific — Something to make plans about promptly is the next Malolo cruise of the Pacific, which shoves off for three months on Sep tember 19th. This is one of those pure romance affairs — places they write songs about — Japan, China, the South Sea Islands, Hawaii, Bali. It's a perfect year for the Orient, where one may spend an absolutely untrou bled period, forgetting Wall Street, depressions and German moratoriums. Recommended for anybody from honeymooners to high-blood-pressure sufferers. Prescription filled by the Matson Line or American Express. Round the Globe — One of the swankiest ships on earth, Canadian Pacific's new Empress of Britain, takes over the world cruise this year. The ship is magnificent for cruising pur poses, spacious as all get-out, so that you can live in luxury wherever you go. Fast, too — you cover the ocean voyages quickly and have more time for visiting all the fascinating spots on the itinerary. Hamburg-American also announces another Resolute world cruise. The Resolute is one of the most famous of cruising steamships and Hamburg- American is one of the most famous of cruising hosts. Another interesting trip organized by this line is the cruise on the Ham burg or Deutschland (one in Septem ber, one in October) to the Soviet Union. The trip includes seven days in Russia and from all reports seven days crammed with interesting experi ences, under the friendly chaperonage of both the steamship line and the Russian government — which really likes to have us for visitors, be the reports what they may. SHALL WE JOIN THE LADIES? A Preview of the Women's Western 1 1 (Begin on page 47) 1926, only a year after she had taken up the game, she was runner-up. Her style is no great shakes, but she has grooved her swing and worked through to a psychological attitude which refuses to admit defeat. And take Dorothy Page for in- The Night has a Thousand Eyes" THE CHICAGOAN gets along quite nicely with half as many — plus an equivalent equip' ment of ears. There are, for in' stance, the steel blue eyes of William C. Boyden, trained steadfastly upon the Drama and privvy to every intricacy of its modern pat' tern. • There are the learned ears of Rob' ert Pollak, keyed to the velvet tones — and woe to the over' tones — of distin guished Music. There are Donald Plant's alert eyes and ears for rare Chicagoana, Susan Wilbur's for smart books, Mark Tur' byfilTs schooled fac ulties pitched to the elusive rhythms of Dame Dance — the staff is long, the tempo swift, the whole vast range of literary and artistic talent a compact phalanx of soloists starring the re sounding symphony that is Chicago. If you read about Chicago — and the whole world does — you must read The Chicagoan August, 1931 77 HAMLEY KIT handy toilet case Also Hamley Kits for both soft and stiff collars f en/JJ Ip^thfiV with room for handhr- °J soi>za tearuer chiefs, cravats, and such. WHY pay good money for kits of flimsy or imitation leathers pasted on card board stiffening — or kits made of poorly tanned, artificially grained leathers? Compare a Hamley Kit with any toilet case regardless of price! This kit is made of the best unadulterated solid leather money can buy. Thousands in use, hundreds of letters of praise on file. No loops — no gadgets — no packing. Simply toss your favorite toilet articles into a Hamley Kit and know real travel com fort. 5 sizes; in cowhide and both russet and black pigskin — $6 to $15. At all good stores. If not conveniently available send for catalog. HAMLEY 6? CO. — Saddlemakers since 1883 — 570 Court Street, Pendleton, Oregon. Be sure the Kit you buy has the Hamley name and cowboy saddle mark on the bottom. HAMLEY^KIT :e a fine cowboy sadd j u i n e JjoLLcLfe-a±tL£ji_~ MADE LIKE A F I NJ COWBOY SADDLE OF GEN! Study the Dance with Vera Mirova Oriental - Plastic - Character 709 Auditorium Bldg. WEBster 3297 stance. Dorothy won the champion ship back in 1926, but that was before she had the advantage of a col lege education at Madison. Last year, handicapped by a degree, she got through to the finals only to lose to Miriam Burns Horn Tyson, who attended Northwestern University. Dorothy is one of our most learned golfers having been reared in the shadow of the University of Wis consin under the fond eye of Pro fessor Page. Her game corresponds to her build being long. Her tee shots reach to remarkable distances and her irons have a crispness and ac curacy which make her a fiendish op ponent for anyone. ON the other hand there will be other golfers in the tournament. Mrs. Charles Dennehy, who, as Vir ginia Wilson of Onwentsia, ran up to the title in 1928, will be shooting. Mrs. Dennehy still weighs in at 98 pounds, but her golf game is good enough for a 198 pounder. Mrs. H. Austin Pardue, Dorothy Klotz of In dian Hill before becoming a matron, is practicing up for a sortie against the field. Mrs. Pardue never has got beyond the semi-finals, but she has enough good shots to deserve better luck next time. During the past two years she has been prac tically out of competition due to the loud demands of two small Pardues, but the babies are now agreed to give their mother a week off for golf this month. Elaine Rosenthal Reinhardt, winner of the meet in 1915, 1918, and 1925, will be back in the lists again. Mrs. Lee W. Mida and Mrs. Melvin Jones of Butterfield and Lincolnshire re spectively will renew their old but friendly feud. Rena Nelson, Ex moor, former Junior Champion and without doubt the most promising young golfer to show her face about these parts since Virginia Van Wie appeared back in 1925, is another en trant worthy of mention. Jean Armstrong, Indian Hill, June Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices 1007 Rush Street Delivery Service, Delaware 2185 Read " Entertainment " The expert advices of critical observers vet eran in the service of an alert and knowing readership, assembled compactly and suc cinctly on pages 2 and 4 of this and every issue of The CHICAGOAN Beebe, present Western Open Cham pion and member of Olympia Fields, Jane Weiller of Vernon Ridge, and Virginia Ingram, of Sunset Ridge are three young Chicagoans who may do some pushing against the back of the old timers. Bernice Wall of Osh- kosh, runner-up to the title in 1927, will dress up Exmoor prettily. Ber nice wins the costume championship in all tournaments and occasionally runs off some fine golf. EXMOOR will be shined up, trimmed and opened for practice several days before the qualifying day. Advance reports are to the ef fect that the course is in excellent condition. Par, under the new ruling handed down with due ceremony by the United States Golf Association's women's committee is 79, and a hard par it is, readers. What with the new par and the new ball everyone is pre pared to hear much beefing on the part of the ladies. The U. S. G. A. is very obliging in handing out free excuses to golfers. On qualifying day thirty-six will be chosen for match play in the championship fight. In all probability seven or eight will run into a tie for the last place in the bracket, thereby necessitating a play-off and giving a break to the mosquitoes in the form of an early evening feeding at the expense of players and customers. Match play will start on Tuesday, Aug. 25, and continue through to Saturday, when the 36 hole final is to be played. In the latter part of the week the usual mixed foursomes which tax the eligible male golfers of the club will be run off and numer ous teas, dinners and dances have been arranged in an effort to keep the visiting golfers happy. No admission fee is to be charged the gallery at any time during the week. An outlay of a small sum paid into the North Shore electric line will land the interested close to the club, and a good time may be expected by all. ANNUAL PIPE-DREAM N on-Existent Opera (Begin on page 53) There are plenty of good singers who can make the language of Shakespeare and Thackeray sound beautiful. Opera in English has failed to date only because the texts have been so utterly inane. You can't wean an opera goer away from his comfortable ignorance of lyric German, French or Italian until you give him something reasonab'e to listen to. Mise-en-scene and direction would be delegated preferably to artists and stage directors who had never been inside of a grand opera house. The stage designer, perhaps Robert Jones or Simonson, could do as he liked. Similarly, the staff of directors, a German from the Metropole, a dis ciple of D'Oyly Carte from the Savoy, a choreographer like Massine, would be advised that they might write their own ticket just so they threw overboard every vestige of the ancient operatic stage tradition. There arise, of course, a million other details that cannot be included in this preliminary (and probably final) prospectus. The chorus must be able to dance and sing and it must be good to look at. Surely Frank St. Leger, Alexander Smallens and Isaac Van Grove would constitute a brilliant and appropriate corps of conductors. For principals a polyglot and unconventional crew, people like Lois Bennet, Maxwell, George Baker, Hedley, Hilda Burke, Edward John son, Derek Oldham, Tibbet (if we could afford it), Grace Moore, Gladys Baxter and Irene Dunne. They can all sing the President's English and sing it satisfactorily. What is more, they would be amenable to the exigencies of modern direction. For all its ambitious scope and un conventional operatic point of view I doubt if my mythic season would cost as much as the average ten weeks at Ravinia. It is impossible to think that the American institu tion of grand opera as conceived to day will last. It is still doing things much as they were done in Paris in the middle of the nineteenth century. In the meantime the American thea tre has given us producers like Hop kins, artists like Jones and play wrights like O'Neill and Connelly. Our symphony orchestras are the best and the most inquisitive in the world. Ii Ravinia wanted to change its tune it might very easily become the most successful musico- theatric laboratory in the world. Could you be tempted, Mr. Eckstein? PEARSON 190 E. Pearson St. » Chicago A cultured hotel-home, where women who live alone ... or fam ilies . . . will find all of the niceties in appointments that bespeak refinement. 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