4% CAGOAN September, 1931 Price 50 cents ., 7- /X I When the last game is over, nothing is so pleasing as sparkling White Rock — thirst quenching, refreshing and satisfying. Delicious with lemon juice. If you like ginger ale — you will prefer White Rock Ginger Ale, the only ginger ale made with White Rock. HIGHLIGHTS OF THE PARIS OPENINGS Materials: Woolens are nubbly in texture and light in weight. Smooth broadcloth stages a comeback. For evening, there is much flat crepe; satin is good; the new dull, thin velvet is exciting. Colors: Goupy sponsors brown for day. Black is made gay with accents of bright colors. Patou shows a new brown. Colonial green appears for day and evening. Lanvin shows purple and black. Orange. White satin is a classic. Outlines : By day, be broad shouldered to be in fashion. Deep collars and raglan sleeves taper to slim waists and straight skirts. By evening, be tall and slim. The newest silhouette is slender and molded with a low flare below the knees. Outstanding models from the Paris Openings and skillful copies are in the Fashion Bureau, Sixth Floor. MARSHALL FIELD & COMPANY September, 1931 3 STAGE -KSTEPPING SISTERS— Blackstone, 60 E. 7th St. Harrison 6609. Blanche Ring, Helen Raymond and Isabel Randolph as three former burlesque queens who hold a re union after a separation of twenty years. Curtain, 8:50 and 2:30. Evenings, $2.50; Saturday, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. *HIGH HAT — Adelphi, 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Edna Hib- bard goes clean and wholesome in a sprightly little comedy, aided by James Spottswood and Richard Taber. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. •KTHE MODERN VIRGIN —- Gar- rick, 64 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Roger Pryor, Margaret Sul- lavan and Herbert Rawlinson in Elmer Harris' comedy about a rich little girl who plays hard with club men. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Wednesday mati nee, $1.50; Saturday, $2.00. •KSALT WATER — Playhouse, 416 S. Michigan. Harrison 2300. Tay lor 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. THE GREEA[ PASTURES— Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harrison 6510. Marc Connelly's beautiful epic of the Old Testament told in the naive and imaginative manner of an old Negro and acted by an all- Nesrro cast. Curtain, 8:30 and 2:30. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.50. +UHEXPECTED HUSBAHDS — Adelphi. 11 N. Clark. Randolph 4466. Comedy bv Barry Connors. Curtain time and prices will be announced later. Scheduled to open September 20. c 0 N T E N T S 1 OFFSHORE, by Burnham C. Curtis 4 ENTERTAINMENT, A Critical Survey 13 EDITORIAL 15 CHICAGO AN A, Conducted by Donald Plant 18 FAME, by Nat Karson 19 "YOU'RE WRONG ABOUT THAT," by John C. Hoffman 20 THE PENS BEHIND THE PANS, by Irma Selz 21 COLUMNISTS LEFT, by Edward Everett Altrock 22 IDENTIFICATION, by E. Simms Campbell 23 "ON, CO-EDUCATION," by Richard Atwater 24 PROPOSITIONS I HAVE TAKEN UP, by Gail Borden 25 GAIL BORDEN — A PORTRAIT, by Sandor 26 THE WORKS OF OSKAR J. W. HANSEN 28 THE CHICAGO CAMERA CLUB SHOW 29 MICHIGAN AVENUE OUT OF FOCUS, by Gordon Coster 31 HOW MODERN ART CAME TO TOWN, by C. J. Bulliet 33 PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, by Helen Young 35 AUTUMN SPREADS ITS SPELL 36 POLO AT OAKBROOK 40 AN OCTETTE OF DEBUTANTES 42 HOME IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT 43 AN INSPECTION OF "PETER IBBETSON," by Robert Pollak 44 RANDOLPH STREET LIGHTS UP, by William C. Boyden 45 MARGARET SULLA VAN, by Henry C. Jordan 46 POETIC DIVERTISSEMENTS, by Mark Turbyfill 47 THREE DAYS ON THE LAKE, by Steve Healey 48 YOUR HAT AND STICK, by Herbert Hunter 49 "WE'LL MISS YOU, ROCK," by Warren Brown 51 THE GRANDE DAME RETURNS, by The Chicagoenne 53 TO ISLANDS OF ENCHANTMENT, by Lucia Lewis chicagoan photographs by Henry C. Jordan ART ARTHUR ACKERMAN & SOH— 408 S. Michigan. Wabash 1771. Rare Eighteenth Century English sporting prints and paintings. Modern etchings and engravings. ANDERSON GALLERIES — 5 36 S. Michigan. Harrison 1045. Exhi bitions of paintings by old and modern masters. BROWN-ROBERTSON CO. — 302 Palmer House Shops, Franklin 0790. Original etchings, aqua tints, color wood cuts, color repro ductions and educational art pub lications. M. KHOEDLER & CO.— 622 S. Michigan. Harrison 0994. Exhi bition of etchings, animals and wild game, by Major A. Radclyffe Dug- more, toward the end of the month. S. H. MORI — 638 S. Michigan. Har rison 1274. Exhibitions from the orient of rare historic objects of art; paintings, color prints, bro cades, lamps, bronzes, potteries, porcelains and jades. INCREASE ROBINSON 540 N. Michigan. Delaware 3745. Ex hibition of drawings, etchings and water colors by Elisabeth Colwell, Irma Selz and Franklin Van Court; September 1 5 to 29. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES — 414 S. Michigan. Harrison 3171. Seasonal exhibitions of fine prints and drawings. SOUTH SHORE ART SCHOOL— 1542 E. 57th St. Dorchester 4643. Exhibitions of the work of Clay Kelly art students, also much of Mr. Kelly's own work. GERRIT VANDERHOOGT — 410 S. Michigan. Harrison 293 5. Ex hibition of contemporary etchings. J. W. TOUNG GALLERIES— 424 S. Michigan. Harrison 6197. Ex hibition of American paintings, bronzes, etchings and early Amer ican prints. CINEMA RESUME — Dreiser Ltd. and Delmar Pfd. featured a sluggish movement indicating general apathy; profit- taking nil; technical position good. Quotations: BAD GIRL — James Dunn gives the Barrymores lessons in a sterling picturization of Vina Delmar's novel. [98.] AN AMERICAN TRAGEDY— Phil ips Holmes and Sylvia Sidney dis tinguish a Dreiser study better left between book covers. [89.] ONE RECKLESS HOUR— Dorothy Mackaill pays and pays and pays. [29.] THEIR MAD MOMENT— Dorothy Mackaill pays some more. [19.] LET'S PLAY KING— Mitzi Green in the best juvenile picture since Tom Sawyer. [87.] THE CHICAOOAN — William R. Weaver, Editor; E. S. Cl published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, 407 S. 111. New York Office, 1790 Broadway. Los Angeles Office, Pa Coast Office, Simpson-Reilly, Union Oil Bldg.. Los Angeles; Ru scription $5.00 annually; single copy 50c. Vol. XII, No. 2. 1931. Ent. nd clas 193 1, at the ¦ch 3, 1879. ifford. General Manager - - i )uth Dearborn street, Chicago cific States Life Bldg. Pacifi ss Bldg., San Francisco. Sub Septe Offic Chicago, 111. HUCKLEBERRY FINN — Jackie Coogan in the best juvenile picture since Let's Play King. [78.] UNCLEAN HANDS — Attorney Lionel Barrymore in the outstand ing one-man murder mystery of all time. [93.] MURDER AROUND THE CLOCK — Lilyan Tashman and William Boyd in a non-stop dash for the thriller championship of the screen. [64.] TRANSATLANTIC — Edmund Lowe as the good bad man in a sea-going Grand Hotel. [77.] THE PHANTOM OF PARIS— John Gilbert as the good bad man in a translated Cherie Behe. [66.] THE MAGNIFICENT LIE— Ruth Chatterton in a demonstration of sheer acting to an uncaring world. [95.] THE COMMON LAW -Constance Bennett in a demonstration of sheer drivel to a doting popu'acc. [05.] SECRETS OF A SECRETARY Claudette Colbert in an occupa tional romance. [65.] THE NIGHT NURSE — Barbara Stanwyck in a slightly lesser occu pational romance. [60.] TRAVELIHG HUSBAHDS — Evelyn Brent in a whole bedroom- ful of occupational romances. [55.] TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later MAILLARDS — 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Pleasant surround ings and people and a moderately snooty luncheon, tea and dinner place. They'll be glad to check your dog, too. M. Moulin is in charge. GRAYLING'S — 410 N. Michigan. Whitehall 7600. Catering to the feminine taste, hut there's a grill for men in the rear. Well patron ized by nice people. And right at the Bridge. L'AIGLON 22 E. Ontario. Dela ware 1909. French and Creole dishes prepared by a competent kitchen. There are private dining rooms and an altogether pleasant orchestra. M. Teddy Majerus over sees. 4 The Chicagoan Rena Hartman, Inc. Announces Chicago's Greatest Presentation of Fall and Winter Dresses, Gowns, Wraps, Coats, Suits, Ensembles and Millinery at lower prices than have been quoted in the past ten years. You are cordially invited to attend our first showing of the latest trend of fashion, beginning week of Monday, September 14, 1931. 333 Michigan Ave., North September, J93J. 5 HIS HONOR THE JUDGE NINTH IN A SEQUENCE OF GRATIS CHICAGOAN ESCUTCHEONS BY SANDOR. 40 E. OAK — 21st floor. Whitehall 6040. Roof dining, high in alti tude, but very reasonable in prices, and a delightful view of the lake and the beacons. The newest din ing room of importance in town and well worth your inspection. Miss L. Carter is in charge. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Delaware 3688. Swedish menu and unstinted hors d'oeuvres and an amazing variety of dishes. Works of Scandinavian craftsmen are also on view. Mrs. Palm is manager. HARDING'S COLOKIAL ROOM — 21 S. Wabash. State 0841. Fa mous for its old fashioned Ameri can dishes, including corned beef and cabbage, and for service, effi ciency and a variety of foodstuffs. ST. HUBERT'S OLD EHGLISH GRILL — 316 Federal. Webster 0770. Anglo-Saxon atmosphere, waiters in scarlet jackets and all of the noble foods of old England for those who would dine well. CHEZ LOUIS — 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. French and Ameri can catering. M. Louis Steffen has with him his old Opera Club and Ciro's staff and chefs. SHEPARD TEA ROOM — 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. A neat little tea room with good foods at reasonable prices, tucked in be tween the Blackstone and Congress Hotels, in the arcade of the Ar cade Building. TIP TOP INN— 206 S. Michigan. Wabash 1008. The Dickens, Ital ian, Nursery and Black Cat Rooms at the top of the old Pul'man Building, overlooking the lakefront, but overlooking nothing in the way of perfectly prepared foods, at mosphere and service. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Abounding with noble Teutonic foodstuffs and the ciuiet of an old German Inn. For three decades Papa Gallauer, who will attend you, has kept his estab lishment what it is today. LA LOUISIANA— 1341 S. Michi gan. Michigan 1837. The fine old art of Creole, French and Southern catering is practiced here under the watchful eye of Gaston of the Alciatore family of New Orleans restaurateurs. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE — 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. An astonishing selection of deli cacies from the deep; wonderfully prepared. JULIEH'S — 1009 Rush. Delaware 0040. Heaping portions of every thing and a broad board and Mama Julien's equally broad smile. Better telephone for reservations. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. A luncheon and dinner place well at tended by good people and some thing of a show place. It, too, is perhaps more feminine than mascu line. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Truly a blessing in a neighborhood where good restaurants are few and far between. A place you'll want to remember if you ever go over that way. KAU'S — 127 S. Wells. Dearborn 4028. Sound, hearty German dishes appealing to those who would be well-fed. The luncheon place of La Salle Street notables who are as meticulous about dining as thev are about investing. RICKETTS— 2727 N. Clark. Diver- sey 2322. The home of the straw berry waffle. And here, too, the late-at-nighters find just the right club sandwich or huge steak. HUYLER'S— 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Building. For luncheon, tea or dinner and no matter where you are, if you are around Town at all, you aren't too far from one of the three. MAISONETTE R U S S E— 2800 Sheridan Road. Lakeview 10554. Russian-European catering and a concert string trio during dinner hours. VASSAR HOUSE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Superior 6508. Here you may have luncheon, tea, dinner and even breakfast in a most modern setting. There's the lovely Diana Court, too. HEHRICIS — 71 W. Randolph. Dearborn 1800. Always a sub stantial menu and, as you know, when better coffee is made there'll still be no orchestral din at Henrici's. CASA DE ALEX— 58 E. Delaware. Superior 9697. That old Spanish atmosphere, service and catering. It is, all in all, rather unique and your out-of-town guests ought to enjoy dining there. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michi gan. Delaware 1 187. A very knowing place; for one thing, there's the cuisine, and for another, if that be necessary, the at mosphere. zJbforning — Noon — Nigh t BLACKSTONE HOTEL - 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The polite and formal Blackstone cater ing are traditional. Margraff directs the String Quintette and Otto Staack is maitre. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL— 53 49 Sheridan Road. Longbeach 6000. Paul Whiteman and his or chestra. Dinners, $2.00 and $2.50 plus $0.50 cover charge; after din ner guests, $1.25. Saturdays, din ner, $2.50 plus $1.25 cover charge; after dinner guests, $2.00. COHGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Dinner in the Pompciian Room, $1.50. The Balloon Room will reopen in the fall. PALMER HOUSE— State at Mon roe. Randolph 7 500. In the Em pire Room, dinners, $2.00. The Victorian Room and the Chicago Room are closed for the summer. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Bill Donahue and his orchestra. A la carte service. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Saturday, $2.50. Table d'hote dinner in the Italian Room, $1.50. STEVENS HOTEL 7 30 S. Michi gan. Wabash 4400. Dinner and dancing in the Oak Room on the main floor every night except Sunday. Dinner, $1.50. No cover charge. SHORELAHD HOTEL 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The splendid Shoreland cuisine and hospitality are a delight to south- side diners-out. Dinner, $2.00. HOTEL LA SALLE — La 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 Ran dolph. 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. Convenient for the southsidc diners-out, espc- cial'y- 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. Blcssman will greet vou. HOTEL BELMONT -3156 Sheri dan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A Paris trained chef whose master hand prepares delicious dinners which arc properly served by alert. quiet waiters in true Continental fashion. Eugene Bouillct is maitre. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL - 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. One of those knowing places where service and cuisine are impeccable. Dinner, $2.50: no dancing. Langsdorff is maitre. SENECA HOTEL— 200 E. Chestnut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menu in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the dinner may be. Table d'hote dinner, $1.50. On the Roof Garden, dining, Sky Golf and Kcno. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. One of the outstanding private smaller ballrooms of the Town and smaller private party rooms, too. The cuisine is exceptional. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.50; in the Coffee Shop, $1.00. 'Dusk Till Dazvn CASA GRANADA 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Closed for the summer, but on September 20 Guy Lombardo, old favorite here, and his orchestra will return. No cover charge. Billy Leather is head waiter. CLUB ALABAM 747 Rush. Dela ware 0808. Chinese and South ern menus and Dave Unell and his band and a clever revue. Cover charge, $1.00. BLACKHAWK- 139 N. Wabash. Dearborn 6262. Earl Burtnctt and his orchestra open September 29. Service is alert and Blackhawk cuisine has always been known as perfect. COLOSIMOS 2128 S. Wabash. Calumet 1127. Jimmy Meo and his orchestra play and there is a floor show ot a different sort. A la carte service. No cover charge at any time and dinner $1.50. MACKS CLUB — 12 E. Pearson. Whitehall 6667. Keith Bcecher and his Melody Makers and a new edi tion of the International Revue. Cover charge, $1.00. Harry Mc- Kelvey is host. TERRACE GARDENS — Morrison Hotel, 79 W. Madison. Franklin 9600. Clyde McCoy and his outfit play and there's the famous Mor rison kitchen to prepare your food. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. FROLICS- 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Closed for a brief period during which it has been entirely remodeled and redecorated. It is now open with a new floor show and Charlie Agnew and his band. GRAND TERRACE— 3955 South Parkway. Douglas 3600. Closed for a short time for complete re- decoration. Earl Hincs, at the piano, and his band will be there again on reopening. Ed Fox is in charge. BOOKS BROTHERS IN THE WEST— This broad, realistic, but at the same time legendary and poetic, epic of the west at its wildest has brought Robert Reynolds the Harper prize for 1931-32. [Better look into it.] WINDFALL— Did you ever wish someone would leave you a million dollars? [Read this book by Rob ert Andrews and thank your stars nobody ever did.] A WHITE BIRD FLYING- In this sequel, Bess Strccter Aldrich shows third generation Nebraska growing up. [If you got past the title of A Lantern in Her Hand, you can get past this one.] BEGINNERS LUCK— Emily Hahn follows Scductio ad Absurdum with a sophisticated novel about New Mexico. [Suggested as a substi tute for a summer holiday, but if not, read it anyway.] THE REDISCOVERY OF THE FRONTIER — Percy Holmes Boyn- ton fits a third lot of contemporary American literature into a pattern. [A series study, of course; but rec ommended to such as enjoy Bank of England puzzles.] MEDIEVAL LATIN LYRICS— A scholarly rhapsody by Philip Schuy ler Allen. [Answering the de mand for a sequel to his Roman esque Lyric. ] 6 The Chicagoan So studied has been the improve ment of this new Packard Eight povoerplant that the fan blades have been spaced to eliminate whir and to increase cooling efficiency V V V V OWER * * Cj reader * t^Jmooiner * i^/uieier uv ^l^e ^J\eL PACKARD CARS VL eur V ASK THE MAN WHO OWNS ONE V V V From the richest engineering ex perience in the automotive indus try, covering the design and manufacture of fine engines for land, air and water, Packard con tinues the straight-eight motor principle in all its new cars. In its combination of smoothness, simplicity, economy and power - for - weight, the straight - eight design has been proved supreme for motor car engines. The new Continental Series Packard Eight motor, now "floated" on rubber mountings, is even smoother and more quiet than ever — with over ten percent more power. We urge you to test this new engine for yourself. You will find it second to no other en gine in the world — regardless of number of cylinders. In keeping with Packard power advances, the new Packard cars have been refined and modernized throughout. Wheelbases are long er — tread is wider. Bodies are lower, roomier and completely insulated against sound and temperature. Transmission is Packard -built, four -speed syn chro-mesh. The new and exclu sive Packard Ride Control — which permits instant adjustment of shock absorbers from the dash, to meet varied conditions of road and load — adds riding comfort that never before existed in any car. We want you to try the more powerful, more comfortable, more distinguished Packard cars — for if you buy any other car this sum mer it will be at the sacrifice of supreme luxury and up-to-date ness in motoring that may as well be yours. Factory prices range from $2485 to $4550 PACKARD MOTOR CAR CO. of Chicago 2357 SO. MICHIGAN AVENUE 1735 E. RAILROAD AVE., EVANSTON 3156 SHERIDAN ROAD 925 LINDE.N AVE., HUBBARD WOODS September, 1931 THERED Shop: s The Chicagoan FOR LINES AN D WRIN KLES : Cleansing Cream, Orange Flower Skin Tonic, Special Mixture, Special Toning Oil, Eye Muscle Paste, Patter. Astrin gent Cream (or Astringent Lo tion if skin is oily). FOR A DOUBLE CHIN: Cleans ing ('ream, Tex ture Lotion, Sup pling Cream, Palter, Astrin gent cream (or Astringent Lo tion if skin is oily) ,Chin Strap. FOR A CREPY THROAT: Cleansing Cream, Orange Flower Skin Tonic, Spe cial Skin Cream, Patter, Circula tion Ointment, Astringent Cream (or Astrin gent Lotion if skin is oily). ou are eginning to skow age . C/Vo mirror can hide them... (Jour friends and dear ones can only pity. $ut JDorotlw Grau discovered Iww to extend facial uouth scientific treah yi its du "nients you can apply m 'our own boudoir \\J HAT a shock — the sudden realization that one's facial charm is fading! How fearfully one's self-confidence is shaken by the 3 telltale signs of premature aging. Years ago this situation won Dorothy Gray's sympathy. So she became a pioneer in the science of facial rejuvenation. She keenly re alized the shock which comes to women in the critical thirties, the dangerous forties . . . that inevitable appraisal in the mirror, revealing liny but deepening lines at eyes and mouth, then the first suggestion of a double chin, a crepy throat. Dorothy Gray was first to discover the 3 telltale places in a woman's face where age shows first. She was first to create complete and specific treatments to banish these threats to future happiness. .... it will be at these 3 telltale ulaces Now twenty expert chemists and consulting dermatologists add their contributions to her work. Once Dorothy Gray's scientific correctives were available only to the chosen few who could come to her salons. Now they arc offered to women everywhere, to be self-administered in the privacy and convenience; of one's own boudoir. A trifling part of the day devoted to your Dorothy Gray treatment soon prompts admir ing friends to say, "You look younger every time I see you!" Send now for the valuable booklet describ ing the Dorothy Gray home treatments. It is free. Read the contents carefully; study your face in the mirror. Then go to any fine shop and select the preparations designated for your treatment. DOROTHY ORAY 900 N. Michigan Avenue Chicago Dorothy Gray Salons are located in New York, Paris, Chicago, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Southamp ton, Long Island. © D. C, 19.51 September, 1931 9 "CUBE-IC and lots of it in H> 0 <B Capacity ELECTRIC Refrigerator Plenty of ice cubes . . . eighty-four of them . . . and plenty of cubic feet of space to take care of all kinds of foods, which keep There is no ideal in electric refrigeration that transcends the majesty of a Majestic. Truly it is the king of refrigerators, keeping tenants happy and landlords happier with its freedom from service worries, its economical operation and its thirty amazing features that have startled the refrigerator world. "Women Be Pleased" should be the slogan of refrigerator manufacturers, and"* Majestic consulted 10,000 women who told what they wanted in a refrigerator. Those interested in apartment installation should get in touch with THE HARRY ALTER CO. 340 North Dearborn Street CHICAGO, ILLINOIS MIGHT Y*" MONARCH OF T e f e p h o n Whitehall 8300 REFRIGERATOR THE ARCTIC 10 The Chicagoan X „iH-.'.kk. Blum's t Blunts -Vogue 630 Sovrilj MttljtgHtt Afretme present the new C/all <Osashi ions A superb collection of new importations (jowns, Ouits, i^oats, matching C^ostume Accessories and Trench JVxillmery, as well as smart Sportswear all with the inimitable charm and distinction that unvaryingly marks the apparel to be lound m this shop Also presented in the new Shop Blum's-'North" Michigan at YV alton Place September, 1931 11 LARGEST FURNITURE STORE INCHICAGO IN cooperation with the Studio of Good Housekeeping Magazine, this store has built and furnished for its September dis- play this delightful Colonial Bedroom. The cheerful correspondence corner by the window (right) contains a Tavern Table which has cleverly been converted into a Desk (37x23x27 in. high, $24); a solid maple Ladder-back Chair with a genuine rush seat ($19.75); and a solid maple Table (14 in. top, 26 in. high, $8.75). FREE TAXI SERVICE from any point in the Loop to this Store. Or from any doivntotvn R. R. Station. FREE AUTO PARKING From Good Housekeeping Magazine's Studio Rooms — Second Floor AN OTHER view of Good House- / \ keeping Studio's Colonial Bedroom is photographed at the left. Colorful, pat' terned chintz and an attractive Chair lend a liveable atmosphere to the sleep- ing section of the room. The graceful canopied Early American Bed is all maple (undraped, $98); the Smyth-made Boudoir Chair is covered to match the Bed (in a choice of chintzes or cretonnes with a ruffled base it is priced at $9.75). THIS STUDIO ROOMjrom the current Good Housekeeping Alaga-zine is displayed en the 2nd floor— JOHN M. SMYTH STORE OPEN 12 The Chicagoan CI4ICAGOAN The Civic Urge A TINGE of autumn warns that the melancholy days and John •*¦ ¦*- McCutcheon's Injun Summer lie just ahead. Already Dr. Boyden is briskly about his first-nighting. Professor Pollak is back from sylvan Charlevoix with ear whetted for Mr. Insult's strenuous season of song. Hounds are in full cry over the crisp hills of Millburn, and gridirons are being grmmed for the heroic uses of fleet scholars, while thoroughbreds yet course the swift oval that is Lincoln Fields. A splendid summer blends into a resplendent fall, and all omens are good, but peace cometh not to this page. Our trouble is that we don't know quite what we're expected to do next. Succinct Time has branded us "a new note of elegance, a magazine worthy of bigger and better Chicago," whereas we haven't the slightest notion of how one goes about the business of being elegant, and whereas we have felt that just being worthy of the present Chicago was all that anyone required of us. And The Tribune charges in so many words (nay, more) that we "fit the old town to a T." We are not worried by the Daily Thews' description of us as a "big city sight" — being a little uncertain as to what that may be precisely — and we extract moderate assurance from the Daily Times' unqualified "recommendation," but the Time-Tribune dis crepancy puzzles us. Should we — we dismember an infinitive to wonder — go grandiose, unctuous and gold-studded for Time or blunt, unctuous and hobnailed for The Tribune? And, wondering thus aloud, noting and eliminating the common denominator, we grope to the conclusion that our cue still is, as it's always been, to go Chicago, and if that means going civic so be it. A Civic Warning TF going civic means what we interpret it to mean, then our first ¦*- duty must be to issue a warning about something. Fortunately, we have a delightfully suitable something about which to issue it. Be patient with us if our first flight into this editorial realm appears a bit unsteady . . . we're just beginning. We feel it encumbent upon us, watchful and considerate as we are of our fellow citizens' welfare, to warn travelers, men, women and children alike, against the danger, death and destruction that beset on every side the unwary visitor to New York City. Dispatches from that wicked place tell the awful story of crime rampant, of law and order paralyzed, if not actually corrupted, to a degree unheard of since the bloody era of the mushroom mining camp and frontier saloon. Grieved as we are by this appalling spectacle of municipal incompetency, we are nevertheless duty bound to counsel against needless exposure of our citizens to this menace. It is very difficult, we realize, for Chicagoans to comprehend the terrible conditions prevailing in a city to which many have traveled often in the past and from which they have safely returned. Accustomed as they are to the expert marksmanship of straight- shooting local murderers, it will appear incredible that in New York mere bystanders, innocent men and women, even children, have been consumed in the withering flame of uncontrolled carnage. Used as we have become to using our streets for the purpose for which they were intended, the going to and coming from places to go to and come from, it is all but inconceivable that they should not do likewise when visiting New York City. Yet such is the sad state of affairs and the reason why we are compelled to issue this regrettable but tremendously important warning. We trust that the great metropolis on the Atlantic seaboard will not long permit this outrage to sully its civic escutcheon, to discolor the fine heritage of New Amsterdam and those sturdy settlers who made it what it was before graft reared its ugly head and made the temples of justice places of mockery and derision (and this kind of thing could go on indefinitely, but you get the idea) . A Civic Suggestion OUR second item, if we are to do a complete job of this going civic, probably should deal constructively with some strictly local problem or institution. We're a little low on problems, just now, but there's never a dearth of institutions. And so: Among the first to greet with gusto the suggestion that a duly con stituted Official Greeter be appointed to the duty of welcoming visiting notables, let us be the first to pronounce Mr. George D. Gaw a complete success and a perfect choice for the post. We have watched Greeter Gaw in action, have heard him whisper significant nothings into important ears, and we have seen him drive away with their owners in his snowy chariot with never a scowl for offending flashlight photographers. And let us be first, also, to mention a commendable decrease in the front page yardage of unfavorable publicity since Greeter Gaw's appointment. He may not have effected this decrease single-handedly, but his contribution must be set down on the credit side. Our single sorrow in connection with Greeter Gaw's appointment and activities emanates from the fact that Chicago was not the first city to establish the greeter institution. Out of this sorrow rises a suggestion that we proffer herewith as not less promiseful of profit and, in addition, original. We suggest that the administration name another jovial gentleman, who may as well be identically accoutered and equipped, to the post of Official Wellwisher (Senderoff or Fare- youweller for less euphonious titles). We could mention several adequate reasons for doing this, but we think the idea carries. A Civic Solution WE retract the statement made about being low on problems. There are the Cubs and the Sox, always ideal material for constructive editorializing. Very well, then: Another year of big league baseball draws toward a close with no flags flying over Chicago and no world series throngs streaming into town to buy board, lodging, mirth and merchandise from local dealers. Our statistical department informs us that the annual loss thus incurred equals just a few dollars less than a staggering amount. We believe it is high time that some public-spirited citizen took this matter in hand and we'd name the citizen if we thought he would. Our advice to this citizen would be to apply the civic idea forth with and fully, persuading Mr. Comiskey to donate the Sox and Mr. Wrigley the Cubs, which would then be merged to make a winning team that would play in a centrally located baseball park donated by someone else or the Lincoln Park board. Remnants of these teams would compose a second team, the teams would play interchangeably in whichever leagues were desirable at a given moment, and Chicago would be sure of one pennant a year and the retail trade derived therefrom. The single danger we see in the plan is that the enterprise might make money, which would do fatal violence to the unwritten rule against civic profits. We feel sure, however, that adequate safeguards against this danger could be improvised. Large Black Persian Croas-ovcr Collar A PRE -VIEW o/ //if NEW AUTUMN COATS Fashioned, alter V ioimet with new Cross -over Collars inier/jreiecl by Pearlie Powell in the loveliest of the season s lurs and fabrics { vans' aiecl from the French by our staff of expert ana experienced craftsmen ojjoved at almost unheard-of low prices lor Pearlie Powell coats With Cross-over Double Fox Collar $165 PEARJLIE P "IT-"* TIT TIT . II j ill /111 ^ 320 MICHIGAN AVENUE .V NORTH 14 The Chi Chicagoana An Eye and Ear to the Din and Whim of the Town RUFUS C. DAWES and his World's Fair committee are planning as a big surprise ~ of the century the perfect reproduc tion of the Maya Temple recently excavated at Cichen Itza by the staff of the Carnegie Institute. This Indian house of worship repre sents the oldest religious civilization in America. But the surprise will be on Mr. Dawes, for when it comes to temples Wilmette will probably surpass everything with the temple representing the newest religious civilization, not only of America, but of the world. Sightseers' curiosity had long been piqued by the presence of what seemed to be a new sewage plant for Wilmette. But the sewage plant began to take form and rapidly changed into the Baha'i Temple, Temple of Light, Swan of All Buildings. Landscaped with fountains, gardens and ponds, the Baha'i Temple, many think, will be considered more beautiful than the Taj Mahal. A New York architect has said, "It is the first new idea since the Thirteenth Century." Recently the doors of the temple were opened for the first time to all members of the Baha'i faith. The opening was in commemo ration of the eighty-first anniversary of the martyrdom of the Bab, a Persian youth who founded Babism in 1844 and who was made to face the firing squad in Tabriz in 1850 by order of the Persian Shah. It was Bab or Baha'u'- lla'h (Glory of God to you) and his son Abdu'l Baha (not the one of song and story) who spread the religion.^ The main tenets of the religion are the continuity of divine revelation, the spiritual oneness of humanity and the providential character of this age as the dawn of universal peace. Other principles are a need for an international court of arbitral justice; the harmony of science and religion; the betterment of morals; economic righteousness and justice; universal education; the equality of men and women; and a universal auxiliary language. Aside from all that, the temple is a magnificent edifice. It is nine- sided and there are nine doors for entrance and, opening radially from the central circular room, are nine smaller rooms comparable to chapels in a cathedral. Above the second gallery is a nineteen foot sidewall from which springs the dome. The weight of the structure and the dome is carried principally at nine points equally distant from the center. The nine pointed star, significant of the Spir itual Glory in the world today, appears in the formation of the windows and doors as well as in the ornamentation. There will be fountains and gardens lead ing to the temple. The fountains that water and give life to the gardens are symbolic of the great religious teachers who have given spiritual life to humanity. Conduct ed by Donald Plant But the whole Baha'i purpose is not only to build a house for worship but a mashriqu'l- Adhkar, that is a center place. So when the temple is completed plans for the following surrounding buildings will be made: an or phanage, hospital and dispensary, place for aged and incapacitated, dispensary for the poor, home for cripples, college for higher scientific education where the oneness of science and religion can be taught, a building devoted to the arts, painting, sculpture, litera ture and drama. It will be intersting to compare the Maya and the Baha'i Temples, representatives of the oldest and the newest of religious civilization in America. C'o rrespondence * I ''HERE is a gentleman in town whose wife, according to the federal government, was entitled to a refund of twelve cents for having paid too much income tax. From the federal people came a check for eleven cents. Some government clerk, of course, had made the mistake. The gentleman decided it would be fun to claim the one cent difference; that a check for one cent from the treasury department would look nice framed and hung over the fireplace. But the treasury department proved ornery. He exchanged ten or fifteen letters with the federal people pressing the validity of his claim, but their replies were evasive and indefinite. It finally turned out that nothing could be done about the matter. He'd need an act of Congress to get his check. And Congress was busy or something. breath Killers "C^OR years cardamom seeds have been the A standard alcohol -breath killer. They still are, for that matter. But people don't bother much about that sort of thing nowadays. At least several druggists have told us that carda mom seed sales have slumped considerably during the last two or three years. Some peo ple, however, still buy them as a dainty for their parrots. In case you don't know about it, cardamom is the fruit of several varieties of Chinese and East-Indian plants that belong to the ginger family, though the taste of the seed doesn't remind you of ginger. The seeds of the fruit are aromatic with a sort of spicy flavor. They are shaped much like olive pits, but smaller in size, usually a little less than half an inch in length. The seeds, inside the hull, are small and black or very dark brown, rather like Sen Sen in appearance. A few seeds chewed well will, absolutely, kill an alcohol-breath. And they don't leave any other fragrance in its place. (There's nothing like spearmint or violet to arouse the sniff of suspicion, you know.) After a few -minutes of chewing, when all traces of gin or whiskey have van ished, you can up and kiss your mother-in-law and she'll think you're such a dear boy. Cardamom seed sales have dwindled, our druggist said, not because people are drinking less (he sells more gin than ever), but because they aren't ashamed of their alcohol-breaths any more. Local Champion TDROBABLY you aren't aware of the fact A that we have here in town a champion pie- baker. Well, we have. And she has baked one million pies, every one made by her own hands. Wrth this record a new title-holder came to the fore a few days ago in the person of Mrs. Sudie Carnforth, champion pie-baker of the Pixley and Ehlers restaurant organization and claimant to the world title of champion hand made pie-baker. Mrs. Carnforth works in the Pixley and Ehlers restaurant at 20 S. Clark Street. On the day she baked her millionth pie, she was presented with a beautiful rolling pin, mounted with an engraved silver plate, as a reward for her and, also for use in kneading out the dough of the second million. The pin was made from the heart of a champion cherry-producing (cherry) tree from the Wis consin cherry region. Mr. Albert J. Pixley, himself, made the presentation. During the twelve years, eight months and twenty-one days that Mrs. Carnforth has worked, she has baked 260 pies a day. In her six day week, she has turned out 1,560 and, in fifty working weeks, 78,000 pies. She mixed the dough for each pie herself, using, in that time, 250 tons of flour and 230 tons of lard. Mr. Pixley 's estimate is that she has used about 450 tons of fresh cherries, since each cherry pie has approximately one and one-half pounds of fruit and 60% of her work was the making of cherry pies. She also has used large amounts of apples, peaches, mince-meat, pumpkin, apricots, berries and other pie ingredients. During all these years of pie-making Mrs. Carnforth has worn out 22 rolling pins, but the trophy with which she was recently pre sented ought to last longer, because she says she will keep it for "special" occasions. An average of 500 people a day stand out side her window and watch her at work with her rolling pin and dough, and in the period she has worked, more than 2,000,000 have gazed with varying emotions on her skill as she turned out pies which, she modestly admits, are superior to the kind "mother used to try to make." Tale vs. Chicago TAST year when it was announced that Yale ' would come west of the Alleghenies for September, 1931 15 "yeah, right across the court, an' she practically never pulls down the shade." the first time in its history and meet Chicago on Stagg Field on October 17, football fans, in this part of the country anyway, sensed a game that would be worth traveling miles to witness. Now, as game time gets closer, football fol lowers are becoming more worked up about it than they've been in years. The game is a "natural" if ever there were such a thing in the football world. Even sports writers are looking forward to being there in the press box. First of all, there is but one counter attrac tion in this area on the same day. That's the California-Northwestern game at Dyche Stadium. At South Bend, Notre Dame en tertains Drake; at Urbana, Illinois plays Brad ley; Ohio State plays at Michigan and Purdue and Wisconsin mix at Madison. Then, the fact that Yale is making its first appearance in the Middle West will give the came plenty of color. W^hen you consider the fact that, for years, for decades, thousands in this territory have been reading of Yale's football prowess (well, maybe not so much recently) and have never seen them play, you realize that here is an invitation that can't be refused. And, then, too, there is Amos Alonzo Stagg, the Grand Old Man of Intercollegiate Football in whose honor the game is being played. As you must know, this is the fortieth year of the Old Man's connection with the University of Chicago as Athletic Director and head football coach, and the game was arranged as the high light to commemorate an outstanding record. WV hen the game was first suggested to Yale authorities by the Yale Club of Chicago, the powers in New Haven readily agreed to honor Stagg, who, in the late 'Eighties, was quite a boy there. Dusting off some of the old record books, we found that the Old Man pitched Yale to five consecutive baseball championships, and that he was considered the best college pitcher of his day. And when the first All-American football team was selected in 1888 by Cas par Whitney, Stagg was unanimously placed at right end. Chicago hasn't been treat ed very kindly by the football gods in recent years. But this year it may be somewhat different. The Maroons have the best set of sophomore backs they have had since the days of "Timme, Thomas and Zorn" (and Cole and Rom- ney and Pyott) ; the line is fairly strong, too, and sprin kled with some veterans. But then, Yale has Captain Albie Booth. While there are other games on the schedule that Chicago would like to win, the Maroons seem to be gun ning for Yale. And nothing would give the squad more pleasure than to present the Old Man with a victory that day. Yale, however, is not going to lack support. There'll be Yale men from all parts of the country in the stands. Special trains are being run from the east, the south and the west. So in that respect Yale might as well be playing in its own backyard. These are just some of the reasons why the game ought to have as much color and excite ment as any played this year. And it ought to be a pretty dramatic setting when these teams from two great universities await the referee's whistle on October 17. Heads and Tails 'T>HERE is, we have been told, a simple way ¦*- to make a modest fortune over night. All you need, for a start is one quarter, a good pair of ears and a lot of experience. It seems that when you plop a quarter down on a hard surface, for example, a mahogany bar, and when you listen carefully to the sound it makes you can, eventually, distin guish, by the sound, whether it is heads-down or tails-down. W^hen a head is down the sound is in a higher key than when a tail is down. It takes some time, usually, and much slapping down of quarters to be able to note the variation in sound, but with practice you can eventually tell what's down and, of course, what's up. The rest ought to be simple. rJlfyths After.. Capon ' THIS comes straight from a distinguished veteran of the faculty of the University of Chicago. It was told to him by an old friend, one whose veracity is above reproach, so may be it isn't a myth after all. The old friend and several other people were touring into Chicago from the east, bound for a house party in Lake Forest. Somewhere near South Bend they were held up on the road. At a crossing just ahead of them a crack passenger train had run into an automobile and scattered most of it over the landscape. The train was standing by, pending first aid or whatever was deemed necessary. A man jumped off of a Pullman and ran over to the friend's automobile. He needed, he said, to get to Chicago in a hurry. He couldn't wait for the train crew to make up their minds about starting. Would they give him a lift? It was very urgent. The party packed him into the front seat and came on into the city as fast as they could tear. On Michigan Avenue around Twenty-sec ond Street the ride-hitcher asked to be dropped. The car was stopped and he got out. He was most profuse in his thanks and begged them to let him know at any time if he could be of the slightest service to them. His name, he said, was Al Capone. That's Chapter One. Ihe party went on to Lake Forest, wondering. That night the home of their host was looted by thieves. The stuff carried away was not particularly valuable from a monetary standpoint, hut the burglars got several heirlooms of sentimental value and the host and hostess were all broken up about it. The guests told their story and suggested that they try Capone to see if he could do anything about it. They telephoned him (Al had handed them a telephone number) , were (telephone) plugged right into the chief him self and told, by Al, that results couldn't be guaranteed, but everything possible would be done to help recover the heirlooms. The next morning Capone called back and told the guests that one of them should go to a certain south side restaurant, sit down at the third table on the right, fold his coat over the back of the chair next to him and hang his hat on the hook above him. A man would prob ably walk in and address him. The man did walk in, muttered a few commonplaces and laid a parcel on the table. Sure, the package contained the heirlooms. This Popularity BOOTLEGGERS are popular in Kansas and in Colorado, too. Not long ago in a small Kansas city a bootlegger was caught with a large load of his wares. He was arrested and taken into court. It seems, though, that he had had for his patrons the creme de la creme of the city. And this elite group to whom he'd been supplying whiskey for a long time decided not to let him down. Shortly before the case was called a petition was handed to the judge trying the man. The petition carried ninety-two names on it; sig natures of most of the biggest business and professional men in town. They requested the immediate release of their favorite boot legging gentleman. The case was called and the judge gave his decision : He signed the petition, too, and dis missed the case. And in a Colorado town a speakeasy pro prietor was arrested for operating his estab lishment. The man was a Greek and a fat, jovial little fellow. He told the judge that he was only following his doctor's orders. The doctor had told him that, if he wished to retain his health, it would be absolutely- necessary for him "to take it easy for a while." The judge laughed that one off, too. Steps in the Dark ^\7DU'VE probably been reading about the new book that the local columnists have been mentioning as "painless education in scientific mysteries," "a compendium of scien- 16 The Chicagoan tific 'Believe It or Not' facts," "a volume of current scientific works," "a romance of mod ern science," "data about queer experiments." If you have, you can't help but suppose that the book has something about science in it. The authors, Milton Mayer and John Howe, are both, in varying degrees, in the publicity business. To the publisher, Mr. Thomas Rockwell, they gave detailed instructions on how to avoid publicity. But that didn't keep the wine from fermenting. The newspapers know a good story, and they know how to get it. They got it. Neither of the authors, at the age of seven, or even eight, nine or ten, roamed the fields of Du Page county studying the birds and the beasts and the flowers and the trees. Neither ever invented anything to make life at home more comfortable. They discovered no new proof of the rotation of the earth, based upon the movement of endolymph in the semi-circu lar canals of the ear. As a matter of fact, neither of them ever took any science courses at the University of Chicago when they were in residence there. They have collaborated before, but the previous work they have turned out, has been Blackfriar plays. In Steps in the Dar\ Mr. Mayer and Mr. Howe have gathered information about the experiments, in laboratory and in study, of the men of today — Michelson, Compton, Cham- berlin, Sapir, Merriam, Manly — who are mak ing possible the advanced state of tomorrow's science. And, not being scientists themselves, they tell you, who are not scientists yourselves, of the steps in the dark, the careful experi ments which are the exciting preludes to great discoveries which soon make a lot of things a bit easier for everyone. Locker Room Racketeers /^\UT at a west-of-town country club a few ^^^ weeks ago, during one of those annual invitation field day events, a locker room racketeer collected. We have mentioned this racket before. It's the genteel one worked by quite a few of the golfing brotherhood. They wangle invitations to country club tournaments, get inebriated golfers in crap games in the locker rooms and take all their money from them. In the locker room of this club three of the boys were having a lot of luck tossing the dice. One of them did the rolling, his two confed erates helped him pick up his winnings. They were finally got wise to when fours came up on eight consecutive passes, and it was obvious to on-lookers that the dice were loaded. It was also obvious to one of their opponents who all of a sudden stood up and hung a beautiful shanty on the man who was doing the throwing. The man's confederates ran, but he was given a terrific beating, run to the club entrance by the nape-of-neck and slack-of -pants method and tossed into the road way. The duped gamesters took $ 1 ,000 out of his pockets and when losses were added, they figured that the two who got away had about $5,000 winnings in their possesion. And they couldn't locate the club member who had invited the three. Plenty of Horns CKEPTICS, when they see some of the shin- ing craniums and protruding waist lines, doubt the old saying that every man at heart is a boy. Concrete proof, however, is now offered at the adult toy shop at 740 N. Mich igan, the only store in the woild totally de voted to the sale of novelty horns. Here, men of every age and trade are lured by the same fascination that toys hold for children. They want some new plaything. Here they find the Barking Dog Horn, the Coo Coo Horn, the Musical Horns and many other novelties. Members of society who can afford to in dulge their whims are especially intrigued. To be really fashionable one must have the last word in automobile horns. That, at present, is "Bow-Wow." Any man whose horn greets the world with a nasty "coo-coo" is as hopelessly out of date as a woman who ventures forth in a last year's tricorn. For every six months marks the birth of a new variety of horn and leaders such as the Wrigleys, Drakes, Kuppenheimers, and Atwaters are faithful followers of the newest models. So are newspaper columnists. Special orders for horns can be filled. If a man knows his wife is sentimental over a certain song, he can order a horn which, by means of bell chimes, plays that tune. There are, however, two reasons why the future of the talking horn is doubtful. The first is that until now, in order to satisfy the maternal instinct, a woman had to attain motherhood. Now, for ten dollars, she can go out and buy a Cry Baby Horn that is so human and lifelike that it is guaranteed to fool even experts. The horn threatens to be a greater menace to increasing population than birth control. The second reason is many men buy a friendly horn, such as a musical horn playing "How dry I am," in order to attract attention from the pedestrians. After provok ing sympathetic smiles, it is not at all unusual for a quite friendly spirit to exist between the owner and the passer-by. This leads to "pick ups." Thus, when civic reformers grasp the psy chological importance of the modern horn, there may be an Anti-Horn League formed in Chicago. Until then, however, the horn is rapidly evolving. At present the practical type Is the vacuum air horn, placed on the hood or under or on the fenders and controlled by electricity by the horn button on the car. This type of horn can get great volume and is used by boot leggers, who are being chased, and by police men. At the loud wail of the horn everyone gets out of the way and the speeding car can race along a clear road. There are also special horns for airplanes and boats. The airplane horn is controlled by a lever and operated by air. It can be heard miles away and serves as a warning for those on the ground that an airplane is about to land. An airplane horn is also a signal for the passengers at the time of departure. In many cold climates passengers find shel ter while the plane is at port. When the horn is blown, it is a signal of coming departure and the passengers hurry to come back to the plane. Thus, in this horn-minded age, it is quite proper, politically speaking, to bury your hammer and get a horn. 'LIFE HAS TRAPPED ME, MRS. TRAVERS. September, 193 1 17 i 'Ooh! There's Colonel Gaw!' 18 The Chicagoan You're Wrong About That A Few Foolish Fallacies Are Brought to Eight B y J O II N C. H O F F M A N WHY do we believe, in sports: That Babe Ruth's autograph on a baseball is something that should be prized, whereas it doesn't mean anything, be cause the Bambino merely signs baseballs so that the newspapers won't accuse him of snobbery? That Knute Rockne's death was a national calamity, whereas the late Notre Dame coach could never have solved the economic situation and was only a football coach of exceptional talent, of which there are many? That Hack Wilson is not doing well for the Chicago Cubs this year because he is sore at Rogers Hornsby, the manager, whereas the rolly-polly ball player would give his cellar in Martinsburg, W. Va., if he could prevent that cut in the pay that is inevitable as the result of his bad season? That Connie Mack is a miracle man in base ball because his Athletics are about to win a third successive world's championship, whereas he is a good manager whose ball club finished last in the American league seven consecutive times? That anybody could ever make money play ing the horses, whereas nobody has ever done it and the horse track people see to it that they get theirs before anything goes out to the gamblers? That athletes live longer and are healthier than other people, whereas pathologists know and have proved that those who confine their exercise to getting on and off street cars remain longer to enjoy their earthly goods? That athletes of the old days were sturdier and more skillful, whereas a single glance at the records of modern track and field and base ball stars tells us that this is bunk? That Charles A. Comiskey, the owner of the Chicago White Sox, is too mercenary, whereas the figures are available to show that he has spent more money than ninety percent of the magnates in baseball and that the man would give his millions and his left arm for a cham pionship ball club? That Gene Tunney was a snob, whereas he was merely smart enough to lift himself from the human scum of the cauliflower industry once he got what he wanted and you can't hate a guy for that? That college football is supreme, whereas the average professional football team could whip the best school eleven in the land without get ting up a good sweat? i hat all sports writers are inebriates, whereas only ninety-five percent of them are? That all women athletes are muscle molls and homely, whereas not more than ninety-nine percent of them are impossible on a divan? That Mickey Walker, the toy bulldog, is willing to fight anybody in the racket, whereas you will never find him inside the ropes with one, Dave Shade, again, if Jack Kearns can help it? That all big league umpires are biased in their decisions, whereas there isn't an umpire in either major league who cares a whoop about who wins the world's championship? That John Picus Quinn, the Brooklyn pitcher, is anywhere from 50 to 100 years old, whereas John Picus is listed in the record books as being 46 and is actually 48? That Art (The Great) Shires is a garden variety of cuckoo, whereas Arthur did those things for publicity and is now proving that he can play ball as well as blacken managerial blinkers? That the spring training trip is just a merry- go-round for ball players, whereas it is actually the most trying part of their work what with sore muscles, weeks of drudgery, waiting and no pay? That all wrestlers are thick-necked, illiterate imbeciles, whereas I know no fewer than five who are not only reasonably human, but like wise intelligent to a surprising degree? That all radio announcers who broadcast baseball know nothing of the game and are hero worshippers, whereas there is one, Tris Speaker by name, who knows what he is talk ing about and any number of others who do not parade all over the field before the game? That Eddie Collins, as he says, would rather be an assistant under Connie Mack than man age any other club in either major league, whereas I would like to see Cocky go into frenzied ecstasies were somebody to offer him $3 5,000. to manage the worst club in baseball? That One Eye Connolly has only one eye, whereas he has another of glass, but doesn't wear it because it would make him look too prosperous? That, because some of Helen Wills Moody's drawings have appeared in the periodicals, she is an artist of exceptional talent, whereas the drawings are not so hot and you'd never see them except for Helen's forehand drive? That Bob Zuppke is a painter of the Michel angelo order, whereas there is a painting of Zuppke's hanging in a fraternity house at the University of Illinois that is leaving the art world cold? That Jack Dempsey could return to the ring and K. O. Maxie Schmelling, the world's cham pion, whereas it is quite probable that he will never make such an attempt and would, in deed, look very silly if he did? That Heinie Zimmer man was a bonehead because he chased Eddie Collins home with the winning run during a world's series game between the White Sox and New York Giants in 1917, whereas there was nothing else for him to do since nobody was covering the plate and there was no place to throw the ball? That all wrestling matches arc crooked, whereas there was one in New York not long ago that was thought to be on the level, but maybe I'm wrong? That Red Grange was at the peak of his ability when he ran circles around Michigan in 1924, whereas the so-called Phantom Flyer played the best football of his career last fall with the Bears? That tennis has become a he-man's game, whereas there is a contest in progress just out side the window where this is being written and I just heard one of the players exclaim, "Oh, pshaw!" when one of his drives struck the net? That women go daffy over big strong athletes, whereas they are bored by most of them and only the sillier femmes are greatly impressed by the deeds of heroism of our big, strong boys? September, 1931 19 THE PANS BEHIND THE PENS A Few Not Too Ridiculous Distortions B v I k m a S ]•: i. z to the left and down and around to the right and up: k.ythe- rine (young manhat tan) brush, novelist and short story writer; walter (to you, you dope) winch ell, col umnist and key-hole expert; corey (that's africa) ford, humorist and pipe-smoker; john (that's africa) riddell, book critic and sharp parodist; john (flap pers) held, jr., artist and writer; and peter (shot in the dark) arno, one-line gag-ar tist and entrepreneur. 20 The Chicagoan w//////;////m////////wmw/////////////////wm///w^^ STORIES WERE BEING TOLD that pulled hard at the long- limb of coincidence. Speaking of sto ries, this column's favorite is the one Mr. Zugsmith says Ted Weems tells. Late one cold winter evening- Ben Bernie, George Jessel, Gene Markey, Walter Winchell, O. O. Mclntyre, Ernest Byfield, Ted Weems, Ted Healy, Phil Baker, James Weber Einn, Ted Weems, Frank Bering, the Elevator Boy at the Congress, Ben Bernie, Mr. Kuhn, Captain Weems of the S. S. America and George Jessell, tired but brilliant, strode into Frank Case's Hotel Algonquin. They wanted room for the night. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but the S. R. O. sign is out," said Frank Case of the Hotel Algonquin, whose words are vouched for by this department's chief corre spondent. "Isn't there some place where we may sleep?" the party screwed up enough bravery to ask. "Well," replied Frank Case of the Hotel Algonquin, "You can sleep in the lobby on chairs or you can sleep with Baby." Members of the party scratched and shook their heads. They would spend the rest of the night in chairs in the lobby of Frank Case's Hotel Algonquin. * * * EARLY THE NEXT MORN ING, just as Ted Weems, Ted Lewis, Ted Healy, Ted Zugsmith, Ted Baker, Ted Einn, George Jessell, Ted Jessell, Ted Case, Ted Bernie, Walter Markey, Ted Weems, George Mclntyre, Captain Bering of the S. S. Byfield and the rest of the party were waking up, in their chairs in the lobby in the Hotel Algonquin, into the lobby walked Mrs. Fiske. "Well," said they in one breath. "Who are you?" "Oh, I'm Baby," replied the grand old dean of Chicago drama critics. "Yermat of told us," said Ted Weems. Altrock Surprised in Atlantic City Hall ATLANTIC CITY, N. J., Sept. 10. — Edward Everett Altrock, civil service employee of the At lantic City Board of Education, was certainly surprised this morn ing. He had been asleep some twelve hours and fifteen minutes on a bench in the Atlantic City hall. Upon awakening he was confronted by Peaches Browning-, whose first words were, "Oh, I'm Baby." Mr. Altrock was more than surprised. You bet. COLUMNISTS LEFT A Few Not Too Ridiculous Distortions By Edward Everett Altrock Gag Harry Hershfield, who is vaudevilling nowadaysand- nights, is getting roars and knocking- 'em in the middle and side aisles with this one. It was in a speakeasy the other yawning- and a lad was buying- beer for Lou (the Holtz show) Holtz. He was telling- Lou that he didn't have any place to stay that night. He had been out on a party the other 3:18 a. m. and hadn't been home since. Lou felt sorry for the Broad waster and asked him to come home with him and spend the night at Lou's moth er's. The playboy thanked him and went along. When the two pals got to Lou's hat hanging place, Lou's mother opened the door and Lou explained to her that he had brought home a friend (Broadwayese for one-who-will- not - knife -your - newest - flare-in- the-back-but-who-will-hand-her- th e- knife - and - point-something- out-to-you) to spend the rest of the night. "Ees dees turribul," said Lou's mother to Lou's pal. "Veil, you ken slip een dee bethdub or udder un dee devenpurt een dee leevink rum weet Bebey." The Broadwaylayer decided to sleep in the bathtub. Late the following yawning he awoke, dressed and walked into the living room. There, sitting on the davenport and putting on her shoes and sheers was Peggy ("Hearts and Flow ers") Joyce. "Well, well," said the Main Stem Twirler, "Who are you?" "Oh," said Peggy ("Dia monds") Joyce, "I'm Baby." A SHRED OF THE TIMES Gag GEORGE JESSELL who is vaudevilling- nowadaysand- nights, is getting roars and knocking 'em in the middle and two side aisles with this one. It was in a speakeasy the other yawning and a lad was buying beers for Ben (the Whole Show) Bernie. He was telling lien that he didn't have any place to stay that night. He had been out on a party the other 3:19 a. m. and hadn't been home since, lien felt sorry for the Mieliigan Avcnrouc and asked him to come home with him and spend the night at lien's aunt's. When the two pals got to lien's bowler-hanging- place, lien's aunt opened the door and lien explained to her that he had brought home a friend (Randolph Streetese for one- who-will-not - stab-your - newest - flame-in -the -back -but- who-will- give - her - the - knife - and - turn- you-around) to spend the rest of the night. "Oh, I'm so sorry," said Ben's aunt to lien's pal. "But you'll have to sleep in the bathtub or on the davenport in the living- room with baby." The Michigan Boulevardier decided to sleep in the bathtub. Late the following yawning he awoke, dressed himself and wandered into the living room. There, sitting on the davenport and putting on her shoes and sheers was Jean (Hearts and Flowers) Harlow. "Well, well," said the Dear- bornandbred lad, "Who are you?" "Oh," said Jean (Platinum Blonde) Harlow, "I'm Baby." "hi?GAgaWorld <9NP tT~& TTARBOR POINT DEPART- •" MENT. A Chicago gentle man who has traveled frequently and extensively in this part of Michigan one night was stranded at We quetonsi ng Town which is near Talk Roaring Brook. He knocked at the door of a small but lovely farm house owned by Mr. and Mrs. Alfred MacArtlmr and asked if he might have a bed for the night. Mr. and Mrs. Alfred MacArtlmr admitted the stranger and said that he could sleep on a chair in the library or sleep with Baby. The Chi cago gentleman decided to spend the night on a chair in the library with Margaret Ayer Barnes' new novel and Joseph T. Kyerson's new novel as a pillow. After a fairly comfortable night's sleep the Chicago gentle man was aroused the next Heyday Mr. Kahn's Dinner. Fine Young Americans. Fine Airplane Base. Fine Dinner. MANY INTELLECTUAL "highbrows" came to a dinner given at the President's request by Otto Kahn, who possesses more thinking power than the AVERAGE AMERICAN. High FINANCE can sneer at such dinners given to talk over the Dutch-British oil situation. Our system is such that scien tists prove that there is an elec tric current STRONG ENOUGH, CAPABLE ENOUGH to do away in three minutes with such AIRPLANE BASES. The world admires Mr. Otto Kahn for giving such a dinner. One afterdinner speaker, an able FINANCIAL HEAD of a great CORPORATION, after tell ing of the brave Lindberghs in far off Japan, told this story. A young "intellectual high brow" not long out of a great eastern college was travelling in the Orient. His own private yacht on which he was travelling was wrecked off an island. This island would be a natural AIR PLANE BASE for any country at war. The young man asked the inhabitants of this island if he might spend the night there until his yacht was repaired. They replied that he might. That they would welcome his stay. But they did not have much room. The young man would have to sleep on a mat on the piazza or with baby. The young man chose to sleep on the mat. For his plan for un employment was A FIFTY PER CENT INCREASE IN THE STATE INCOME TAX. The next morning, which was the most beautiful morning in every detail that the young man had ever seen, a young lady walked out onto the piazza. The world is so small that the young man was inclined to ask, impatiently: "Who are you?" "Oh, I'm Baby," said the young lady smiling into the rising sun in the sweet, unaffected way that young girls have. Mr. President. The United States of America ought to buy that ISLAND and use it as an AIRPLANE BASE. morning by footsteps sounding on beautiful Oriental rugs on the library floor. He awoke and saw Jitters. "Who are you?" the Chicago gentleman asked. "Oh, I'm Baby," said Jitters. September, 1931 21 'Y'KNOW ME I'M THE GUY YA TOLD NEVER TO COME BACK. 22 The Chicagoa N On, Coeducation! A Re-Opening Chorus Tune for Purple and Maroon DRUM a rumba rhythm! Croon a happy sax! For the siren Education with her frills around her facts Is calling all the young blood, the joyous Jills and Jacks, Back to the campus to study and relax! The professors, those immortals Are opening their portals And the college flags arise Gay Maroon and Purple 'gainst the blue mid- western skies. Walter Dill Scott Says his ""Welcome" mat is hot And the U. of C. escutcheons Are newly burnished by young rlutchins Ready for the annual returning parade Of youth and maid Eager for the learning For which their folks have paid. Oh, there's little vexation In coeducation On the opening day after summer's vacation! Swing wide, you gates! Ring, chimes with vim! Blare loud, O band, your football hymn! Rhapsody in Purple, one-step in Maroon, The cash-register joins in your ecstatic tune! Heads high in pride March in, you Wildcats, With the girls side by side In those Eugenie-styled hats — Wave the flag Out south, for Stagg, You lads and lasses, willing, we bet, to touch chins, And hail the cut-class-if-you-like plan of Hutchins! Like bees around honey, the boys will find instructive The maids in their new frocks fluttering and seductive : September, 1931 B y R i c h a r d At \y a t e r As eager, (but for classes and answering "Yes, Sirs!") From each incoming train, step the zealous Professors. Alma Mater, hail to thee! hail, O immemorial elms! O the pleasures Of the treasures Of leisure's tranquil realms! The Greeks had a myth for it. Tithonus loved the Dawn And smilingly she took him To a magic cloistered lawn. Aurora was immortal: The gentleman was not so; Thus she was ever young and warm While he grew gray and slow. Professor Tithonus, Now calmly you must teach The radiant Aurora, That most perennial peach! At that, my learned Doctor, I think perhaps you're glad — To be so near, each college year, The Dawn, is not so bad! Although it seems the spectacles Upon your pensive nose Are careful to avoid Dawn's hose, Demurely crossed in class front rows. So clink a rootbeer stein, for youth that is divine : "Gaudeamus igitur," coo: Then a little stop at the Olde Sweete Shoppe To sip a "chocolate goo". . . Rah! for our faculty ju-di-ci-al! May our Team be the best in the land: Cheer for our sweater's i-ni-ti-al — Now strike up "Betty Co-ed," you band! This side of Paradise, you'll find no Fields Elysian Where youth walks in beauty So innocently aphrodisian. Not that it's all so frivolous and sexy: Here comes the Coach, talking gate-receipts with Prexy: The faculty Palladium Arm-in-arm with the Stadium And there is a huddle Worth its weight in radium. And you should see the Ph.D.'s Exchanging a wheeze While their chuckling beards almost whistle in the breeze. It would warm you to witness Their hand-clasps hale That later will write on their student's themes, "Fail." In the autumn sun on the ivied walls There's a twinkle in the windows of the col lege halls For youth is returning on its stockings and its sox To wait and date under approbating clocks. Oh, oh, oh, oh, blushing Alma Mater, Wouldn't you like to take a walk With Mr. Walter Pater? For college rhymes with knowledge, As you have heard ere this, But there's more to education And there's wisdom in a kiss. Deans give no diplomas Nor credit-grades for petting, Yet what youth really yearns to learn There's oft a way of getting! O young romance, O prom and dance! O books, and even studies! O would it could go on like this With everybody buddies! That gentlemen could always play And never have to work : That friendly girls so sweet and young Around you'd always lurk! Ah happiness, were life Just endless college thrills With parents, at a distance, To pay one's endless bills! So drum a rumba rhythm : croon a happy sax : For the siren Education with her frills around her facts Is calling all the young blood, the joyous Jills and Jacks, Back to the campus to study and relax. Go Chicago, brasses! On Northwestern, strings! In Maroon come the princesses. In Purple come the kings. "Happy days are here again" truly can be sung In the bright college years when life and love are young! 23 Propositions I Have Taken Up Airy Acceptances and Rejections of Them By Gail Borden V 1 ^O preface this article, perhaps I should I mention that the worst proposition I "*" ever took up was Jenny. Her name was really JN4D, and she had an OX- 5 motor and a bunch of funny (to you) wires all over her. She served with a great deal of valor in the World War, and there is one of her kind at rest in the Smithsonian Institute. Faster ships with trimmer bodies and air-cooled motors have outmoded the poor dear, just as the faster propositions with trimmer bodies (sit still; I'm coming to them!) have outmoded the ^PPy girl of 1920. Ah, well, hew to the propositions. The first: The Business Proposition T WON'T forget her. I met her almost the day after I "soloed." I was just a punk of a kid then (save your interruptions 'til later), and I was standing beside my rented ship just enjoying the rumble of the motor. She came up to me and spoke. She was wearing horn rimmed glasses and there was a scuffed brief case in her hand, and she was slightly thick of body and unintersting of face. She said : "I wonder — could you take up a passenger. Unless it would cost too much. . . ." It wasn't hard to figure her. Scholarly, homely, trying in odd moments to figure out what fun really was. That sort always are the best sports. I told her my license wouldn't let me take up passengers for hire. (That was a lie. I didn't have a license.) I told her about the other pilots at the field, who would be safer. But I couldn't forget "If it won't cost too much ..." and I knew she would live on crackers and cheese for a month to pay for a few minutes' ride. And I knew what any of the field pilots would do with the money she gave them. So I told her I'd be glad to take her up, but that I couldn't charge her anything. She hesitated a bit, but we found a helmet she could wear, and she put her brief case and her black straw hat in my locker, and we went up. If it scared her, she didn't show it. And when we got down and got her things again and I said good-bye she looked quite happy, and I knew that the other girls at the Normal School would look up to her for a little while. The Handsome Proposition CHE is usually referred to by the bored, but amorous gentlemen of the press who are sent on Air Race assignments, as "ladybird." She has taken two or three hours' instruction and knows less than she did before she started. But she talks in great measure, labors not at all with things technical — and Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed as she. She spendeth her time in jesting with the plane owners and act ing as passenger-extraordinary. She powdereth her nose on all occasions, spendeth a fortune in haberdashery, and she is never loth to avoid a camera. She toils not, and because she is the lily of the field, when the time cometh for her first freedom, verily doth she "spin." For, as the Preacher might have said, "She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not on the rudder- bar." Avoid her, my son, as you would the plague, for either as passenger or student her end is bitter. The Big Proposition CHE was buxom. I owed something to her *^ brother, so I asked her to go flying, being sure she'd refuse; and she took me up and I took her up. She bulged — in fact, there was so much suet in her that it overflowed the cockpit and pressed against the rudder-wire on the side, and nearly wrecked us. I could hardly get the ship down safely, and as it was I bounced the tail-skid three or four times before the big proposition's weight bogged us down on the field. She told me I should have done a few tailspins, and I almost did — right on the ground. The Szveet Proposition I1TER mother had read the Bible and the Pollyanna books and the sermons of Henry Ward Beecher to her. She was so sweet that she had absolutely no allure, although she wasn't bad looking. 1 took her up with the hope that I could turn a nice girl into a good girl. We did loops and Immelmans and wing-overs until I was dizzy, and when we came down her lips were set in a straight line, and as soon as she could speak she began calling me every name she'd ever seen scribbled on the sidewalk or on a board fence. The family doesn't speak. The Sorry Proposition CHE was just "kurrazee to fuh-lie." And I was crazier to allow her. As soon as the wheels left the ground, she started yelling and grabbing at everything within reach. In the old days the gentler instructors would hit a student over the old bean with a fire extin guisher (that's one use of them) when they got in this condition. But what can you do now that the fair sex shows the same symp toms? Nothing, but pray that she won't jump out, and come to the ground as speedily as possible. The Sporting Proposition CHE is wealthy, healthy, and about par on ^ wisdom. She knows how to fly, herself, but gave up the hobby in favor of more social pursuits and now is the favorite air hitch-hiker of all those friends who have planes. She sits quietly and commands gently. Everything goes in the way of acrobatics. Her other boy-friends saw to it that she was well versed in the practice of jitter-control, with the appalling result that in order to make her stop shouting for "Six turns of a spin" or four con secutive loops, you cither have to fly on your back or run out of gas. She doesn't like inverted flight, but I think this is only because she is still feminine enough to dislike having her dress fold up around her neck. The Sour Proposition CHE was tough. She'd been everywhere and ^ done everything, and Frank Harris was nothing but a little sissy tied to his mother's apron strings as far as she and Life were concerned. When I came to get her to take her out to the flying field she had been drinking some thing she called absinthe, but which tasted like chlorophyll and gave you an immediate headache. I didn't stunt — but I made the plane buck, and roll a little, until it worked, and then T paid to have the plane washed, and it was money well spent. The Doubtful Proposition CHE doubted whether she would like to fly kJ . . . . She doubted the safety of a Fokker Tri -Motor .... She doubted everything con cerning the plane, and more than that concern ing its pilot. But while she was sitting in a passenger seat with one of her friends trying to figure out some more doubts, we got off the ground. When asked how she liked it, she hid her head and didn't reply. Her friend said that she had shut her eyes for the few minutes it took to go around the field, and that when we landed she wanted to know if we really had been up. She even doubted that, though the landing was rough enough to make Tony Fokker do a couple more books discussing the booboisie of the air. Doubts, in her case, did not vanish into thin air — and I doubt if they ever will, even when the whirr of props is as common a sound as was the squeaking of the first Model T sedan. The Right Proposition T TERE is the girl. She likes straight flying, high up — above the clouds, if possible, — and she is helpful, pleased, and quiet about it all. To her flying is fun with beauty, and not something to talk about. She holds my maps and doesn't lose them. She flatters by asking questions. And she's the best-looking thing that ever stepped in front oi a bunch of dirty mechanics. 24 The Chicagoan M R GAIL BORDEN A Portrait by Sandor THE DAIRY BUSINESS LOST A GOOD MILKMAN WHEN GAIL BORDEN CAST HIS LOT WITH JOURNALISM. THE LAFAYETTE ESCADRILLE LIKEWISE WAS DEPRIVED OF A POTENTIAL ACE BY THE CHANCE THAT THIS YOUNG AVIATOR WAS BORN FIVE YEARS TOO LATE. SO The Daily Times HAS THE YOUNGEST DRAMATIC CRITIC AND THE ONLY COLUMNIST WHO OWNS HIS OWN PLANE. W. C. B. September, 1931 THE PRIZE-WINNING "WINGS" 'ALBERT A. MICHELSON," A LIFE-SIZED BRONZE, IS SCULPTOR HANSEN'S MOST TREA S P) WORK. IT BEARS THE GRAVEN SIGNATURE OF THE LATE SCIENTIST, HIS DEAREST FR WHO SAID, "YOU HAVE MADE A PICTURE OF MY SOUL." SAINT FRANCIS ASSISl" MOTHER AND CHILD' 'THE HINSDALE VICTORY 26 The Chicag OA1 °ETAIL OF FIGURE 'LEIF ERIKSON MEMORIAL" AS IT WILL FACE NORTH OVER GRANT PARK SELECTIONS FROM THE WORKS OF OSKAR J. W. HANSEN "Essentially belonging to the small group of sculpturally creative minds of the world- Maillol Kolbe Epstein, Brancusi-he moves in harmony with the elements of infinity. So a stern critic described the stout-hearted Scandinavian whose "Wings" triumphed over five thousand entries in the Brooklyn Institute competition and whose "Leif En\son ¦Memorial" is to rise a sheer hundred feet above Grant Park as a permanent tribute to the sturdy Horseman first to sight the American continent. His works on these pages display his vast versatility in subject, technique and media. (Photographs are by Trow bridge; "Wings" by White.) tEMber, 1937 27 THE DEVELOPMENT OF PHOTOGRAPHY The Chicago Camera Club, for many years, has sponsored the advancement of photography as a fine art. T^ow, at the Art Institute, the Club is holding its Twenty-Eighth Annual Exhibit and its Third Chicago International Photo graphic Salon. At the upper left is a water study by Riso Stano of Los Angeles, entitled Rolling Wave. To its right is Sand Island Activities by Elaine H. Kern of Chicago, which won the Industrial Prize given by Mr. Joseph T. Ryerson. Immediately above is Cossack by Alvin C. Greiner of Astoria, J\[ew York, which won the Portrait Prize given by Mrs. Joseph Medill Patterson and Mr. Richard T. Crane, Jr. To its right is another interesting water study, Winter Fringe by Stanley Lazarus of Chicago. To the immediate right is Tudor Doorway by Helen Campbell of Rugby, England, which won the Architectural Prize given by Mr. Alden J. Browne. 28 The Chicagoan MICHIGAN BOULEVARD OUT OF FOCUS This remarkable photograph of Michigan Boulevard — by Gordon Coster — was made at nine- thirty on a clear evening from the fifteenth floor of the Carbide and Carbon building. It is a brief exposure made with lens far out of focus, clustered lights merging to prick out a pattern. The Art Institute is a black streak center to left, Buckingham Fountain a blur beyond, while Field Museum pries apart the north and south forks of the outer drive. September, 1931 29 Portrait of Carl 7\[. Werntz, BY Wil liam P. HENDERSON. PAINTED IN 1903, THIS IS ONE OF THE EARLIEST PORTRAITS DONE IN CHICAGO BY AN AVOWED ART RADICAL AND DISCIPLE OF MANET. A Study in Physiognomy, by Stanislas szukalski. a portrait sketch of rudolph WEISENBORN, LONG A LEADER IN CHICAGO'S LIBERAL ART MOVEMENT. Portrait of Clarence Darrow, by rudolph weisenborn. a charcoal sketch of the GREAT CRIMINAL LAWYER MADE AT THE TIME OF THE LOEB-LEOPOLD TRIAL. COURTESY OF THE ARTIST Two Girls, BY KATHERINE DUDLEY. PAINTING BY A TALENTED SOCIETY GIRL PUPIL OF THE POPULAR HENDERSON. COURTESY CHESTER JOHNSON GALLERIES 30 The Chicagoan How Modern Art Came to Town The War Years and the Advent of No-Jury Shows By C. J. Bullie author of Apples and Madonnas, The Courtezan Olympia, Venus Castina. Robert MantelVs Romance a.n.j other works. SCARCELY more than a year had elapsed j after the Armory Show when Europe was plunged into a war so terrific that its repercussions were felt as powerfully on this side the Atlantic as in the non-combatant countries on the edge of the maelstrom, expect ing momentarily to be sucked in. Between April 16, 1913, when the Armory Show ended at the Art Institute of Chicago in something little short of a riot, and the first days of August, 1914, when the Germans marched into Belgium, Chicago like New York considered with the nervous energy of an in termittent fever the wild new art — one rapidly developing faction seeking to assimilate it and another to destroy it utterly. In the midst of all the vocal and printed crackling and sputtering, the cannon began to roar in Europe, and the delirium of war began to eat into our psychology. In the general brooding, it is not strange that the "madness" of the new art became confused with the gen eral madness of war — so powerfully, in certain cases, that many of our older "critics" and conservative painters have not been able to separate them even to this day. War terms already were in use metaphor ically in the clash of art factions. Long before the Armory Show in New York and Chicago, Paris had been torn asunder by factional strife, and among the epithets hurled freely by the conservatives against the radicals was "Com munard." There was some little justification — Courbet, the first of the giants of "Modernism" had been a leader of the Commune that followed the downfall of Napoleon III, and participated in the street fighting. He was tried and ban ished, and died in exile. The conservative Meissonier was the leader of the Anti-Courbet faction in both art and politics, intimately in terwoven in France. Meissonier and his fol lowers didn't hesitate to apply the brand of "Communist" to Courbet's friends and dis ciples — to the aristocratic Manet, to the bank er's son Cezanne, to the stock broker Gauguin, to the poor mad Dutch evangelist Van Gogh, to the gentle Monet and the rest. The epithet was imported to America along with the Armory Show, and even before the outbreak of the war it was generally under stood by the "critics" and the artists fighting the new movement that it was a "communist" affair — "communards," "anarchists," "nihil ists." The terms are sinister enough in times of peace. With the development of the war madness, they lost, when applied to artists, much of their metaphorical connotation and became more and more literal. When the term "bolshevist" emanated out of Russia it was added to the list to designate the radical artists — Americans along with their instructors, the French — and then "reds" became a shorter word easier to fit into the newspaper head lines. During the year that intervened be tween the Armory Show and the out break of the World War, Arthur Jerome Eddy, the wealthy Chicago lawyer, who perhaps deserves a monument as "Founder of the Radical Art Move ment in Chicago," was writing his re markable book, and helping, moreover, to keep the excite ment of the Armory Show alive by buy ing every so often a "Modern" picture and displaying it to his friends — business men, lawyers and brokers — taking an almost childish de light in their protests that these things were silly, insane, degenerate and dan gerous. But that Mr. Eddy was not wholly the mountebank or practical joker his friends came to re gard him, is proved by his book, Cubists and Post-Impression' ism, which, rough and crude as it is at times, is still easily the most important work that has yet been written in America on "Mod ernism." When it is remembered that Cubists and Post- Impressionism was first published in March, 1914, the first anniversary of the advent of the Armory Show in Chicago, it is as tounding how ac curate was Mr. Eddy's close-up judgment of most of the "-isms" and the painters he dealt with, which we now see in long perspec tive. More severe La Paresse, by allan swisher. painting by one of the two ORGANIZERS OF CHICAGO'S SECOND "INDEPENDENT" LOCAL SHOWS. Easter Lilies, by ramon shiva. early painting by the Spanish COLOR GRINDER AFTER HIS "LIBERATION" BY THE ARMORY SHOW. September, 1931 31 and more searching criticism through a score of years by many scores of writers has altered little the fundamentals set down with apparent care lessness in "Cubists and Post- Impressionism. " Appearance of Mr. Eddy's book added fuel to the flames seething in Chicago — easily understood, since it reflects the excitement of the period in which it was written. One pas sage, indeed, is as marvelously prophetic as the utterances of the more holy seers of perhaps holier old times. Mr. Eddy lived to point with pride, in 1919, to this passage, printed in the March preceding that dread ful mid-summer of 1914: "The recent exhibition" — (that is to say, the Armory Show) — "was not an isolated movement. There are no isolated movements in life. The Inter national Exhibition was just as inevitable as the Progressive political convention of 1912 in Chicago. The world is filled with ferment — ferment of new ideas, ferment of originality and individuality, of assertion of in dependence. This is true in religion, science, politics as well as in art." It was this ferment that was to explode before the ink of Mr. Eddy's utterance was scarcely dry. Drawing from his stock of observations of the way his Chi cago friends were taking the new art, this lawyer connoisseur put sentences like these into his book: "To most men a new idea is a greater shock than a cold plunge in winter .... I would hate to be so old that a new picture or a new idea would frighten me. "It is characteristic for the little man to ridicule or resent everything he does not understand .... Just now the older men are violently opposed to the newer; there is no attempt at understanding and there is abundant ridicule instead of sympathy. This is inevitable and quite in accord with human nature, but it is a pity." And then comes another passage whose philosophy was so soon to be sternly tried — and in the trying, pitiful human nature was to be found so sadly wanting: "Because a man has a few books on social ism or anarchism in his library we do not assume he is a socialist, or an anarchist; on the contrary it is commonly assumed he is simply broadly and sanely interested in social and political theories .... The man who flies into a passion at pictures because they are not like the pictures he owns is on a par with the man who flies into a passion at books because they are not like the books he owns — the world is filled with such men, unreceptive, unrespon sive; many intelligent in their narrow way, but bigoted." Winter, by Raymond johnson. painting characteristic of the MYSTICAL STYLE OF THIS CHICAGO PIONEER OF MODERNISM. ; op ch-cao: The Plaza, BY EMIL ARMIN. PRIMITIVE PAINTING BY A CHICAGO MODERNIST FROM ROUMANIA. Too soon some of the most bigoted of these were to develop into dollar-a-year men. Too soon, also, the harried foes of the Armory art were to have in their hands a powerful weapon to fight the art radicals. As the war developed in Europe, the spirit of it gripped more and more grimly the citizens of the United States. It began to appear inevitable that we would be come ultimately involved, but on which side we might fight was uncertain. The merits of the claims of both Germany and the Allies were freely discussed, and in a city like Chi cago with an abundant population of all nationalities, the controversies sometimes grew bitter — and were remembered. Ultimately Washington decided in favor of London and Paris against Berlin, Chicago, like every other American community, entered feverishly into the spirit of the war, with one of the inevitable by-products — a hue-and-cry after "Pro-Germans" and "anarchists," hunt ing them out and informing on' them. A number of the Chicago artists who had thrilled to the Armory Show were of German or Mid-European descent. Most of them, like German-Amer icans in every walk of life, sided with their adopted country against the Fatherland, once the decision was made. But previously they had talked. Artists worthy of the name, moreover, are apt to be theorists and idealists in politics, and so, regardless of descent, there were in the Chicago colonies a free sprinkling of "pacifists." Among the many devices de veloped to crush the Germans was the "Division of Pictorial Publicity," with Charles Dana Gibson as national head. The late Oliver Dennett Grover was in charge in Chicago. But it must not be supposed that either Mr. Gibson or Mr. Grover, both above reproach, was per sonally responsible for abuses that developed he're, as in every other war activity. The "Division of Pictorial Publicity" invited artists to sub mit ideas for posters that would help in recruiting, in Liberty Loan drives, in campaigns to conserve sugar and meats, and in whatever else the war-makers devised. Committees charged with gathering and passing on ideas were in position to note if any of the "Pro-Germans" or the "Anarchists" tried to put any thing across subtley — also whether any of the artists, in cluding the "Pacifists," were too- sullen to submit ideas. At the meetings of these com mittees, artists and their political leanings at the moment and be fore we entered the war, were sometimes discussed. Usually the artist singled out as possibly "dangerous" felt effects, if at all, only through the "grapevine" route. But in one Chicago instance, a painter found himself in such a predicament that he appealed indignantly to war authorities in Washington, where he was exonerated. The injustice of this accusation, never fully made public, and of others conveyed by "grapevine," was felt profoundly and bitterly throughout the art colonies, and some of the bitterness against the "informers" persists even to this day. Another unfortunate incident transpired. A counterfeiting plot was discovered in Chicago — plates, press and finished bills were seized. The Government ultimately brought the guilty to book but not before many artists of liberal tendencies — (for were not they all "Pro- Germans," "Anarchists," "Pacifists"?) — found their names smirched by suspicion. "Pacifists" among the artists were taken into custody by military authorities — just as they were among religious sects and philosophic bodies. As the artists (Continued on page 70) 32 The Chicagoan Personal Intelligence Hunt and Steeplechase Engage the Smart World B y H e lex Y o u n g MISS LAURA THOMPSON, WHOSE ENGAGE- MENT TO DR. PAUL MAGNUSON HAS RECENTLY BEEN A N - NOUNCED. IT seems to be pretty well established by the nature lovers, the oil heater circulars and the department stores, that we're in for an early autumn. In Lake Forest they tell you the purple martins — the noisy things — took their last bath of the summer in full view of the astonished robins in Mme. Edward Ryerson's exquisite "Havenwood" gardens as early as August 1 5th and were off to Aiken and Florida without regard for the fashion sea sons. In Winnetka, the squirrels have gone completely nutty, frantically gathering the remnants of last Christmas' "fancy mixed" that they beg for outside kitchen windows and stow away immediately right in the middle of the gladioli and phlox beds. They must have heard that the hundreds of squirrel coats bought at the August fur sales will be worn to the September garden debut teas in the very gardens where foraging has been best! While all this haphazard and even far fetched prognosticating is causing a mild form of consternation among the debutantes — whose blossoming out will be figuratively if not literally frost-nipped in the bud if it's too cold to have their debut teas in the gar dens — the hunting crowd is simply ga-ga with delight at every prophecy of an £arly frost. For it isn't until the frost is actually on the "punkin" and the "punkins" have been gathered in by the obliging north country farmers, that the Onwentsia Hunt can actually do its most serious going out around Milburn. They've started riding to hounds across country already, for some of the crops are in, but it will be easily the end of the month be fore just the right alluring note creeps into the hunter's horn. Any Irish country gentleman will tell you that it takes a bit of the frost in the air to carry the music of the horn so that it'll sound anything like the command to "three heats, three leaps, three foot of a wall," his own defi nition of the steeplechase, and of one phase of the hunt as well. Besides, it is infinitely more comfortable for the huntsmen in their magnificent pink coats, and for the Dianas in their formal black broadcloth and stocks, to gallop over the hard ground, when it's cool and clear to say nothing at all of the comfort of the horses and the hounds. No Irishman, nor Englishman, takes his hunting more seriously than our sporting fashionables up North. They resent with heat and scorn the unsophisticated outsider's de scription of the hunt as "a lot of rich boys in red coats following a bunch of dogs on the scent of an aniseed bag." And they simply shrivel up when anybody speaks of some dis abled member of the hunt, who's all of a-sling with a broken collar bone or a smashed wrist, as having been "thrown from his horse." No one is ever thrown — the horse always falls with the rider, and, unhappily, mostly on him. And only an ignorant clod, who knew nothing of the sporting parlance of the hunt, ever referred to a pink coat as "red," a pack of hounds as "a bunch of dogs," nor the humiliat ing little matter of the aniseed bag. Heaven knows it's the only thing a closed-in civiliza tion like ours has given them to take the place of the fox, and if you ask me it's infinitely more humane (but that sentiment too, is not one to express in the hearing of sportsmen; it brands one as entirely lacking in tradition) . I doubt if any other sport in the world could rout our ease-loving, if otherwise hard working, aristocrats from their beds at the unearthly hour of six o'clock on a hazy fall morning. Ladies who have a scant tray in bed other mornings have been known to invade the cozy little club at Mil- burn after a morning of hunting, and, for getting or not caring about the diet, have announced in the middle of a hearty hunt breakfast that anyone who gets up so early and -works so hard deserves to be properly fed. Even Austin Niblack, the M. F. H., these ten years past, who can take most of the bows for making our most fashionable mid-western hunt the correct and sporting thing it has be come, is not one to arise at six to greet the dawn for anything less important. He can leave the best party in Lake Forest long be fore midnight, to be "fit" for the next morn ing's hunt, just as easily as he could spend a night in the stables with a sick horse, or in the kennels if a distemper scare came up among his beloved pack. I love the way he talks about those hounds, all of them descendants of the famous pack that Eugene Reynal of the Milbrook Hunt imported from England some years ago. They were harriers, originally, and are considerably smaller than the hounds the English use for fox hunting, but except for an occasional vicarious chase after a cotton tail that they can run to ground in a minute they never get a chance to hunt real racing hare. (It's illegal in this country, anyhow, isn't it?) It's only for the past few years that the hunting members of Onwentsia have had their own club house out in the country near Mil- burn, and ever since it came into being they've made it their headquarters not only for hunt breakfasts but for most of their summer, fall and early winter parties. There are only "ighty members and the Hunt Club, while really a club within a club, has come to be thought of as the most exclusive little smart set, within a smart set, in these parts. As a matter of real fact, anyone who belongs to Onwentsia can join at Milburn, provided only that they actually go into the hunting field, but up to now the membership has been kept pretty much among the kindred spirits who share almost the same social life. You've only to look over the list of members to see what I mean. Austin niblack, as master, should head the list with Mrs. Niblack as two of the most hard riding hunters; Ralph Hines, the recently elected president of the Hunt Club, is one of its most daring riders and finest hosts; both the Pirie boys, John and Robert, and their father, John T. Pirie, whose stables house some of the finest hunters in Lake Forest, are most active members, and Laurance H. Armour is one of the several members who wear the red band of courage for going right back into the hunt, with arm in sling, after his horse had thrown — Gracious no! I mean after his horse had fallen with him. Major and Mrs. Frederic McLaughlin hunt often, but not always three times a week; Mr. and Mrs. John Andrews King are rarely out of hunting clothes during the whole season; September, 1931 33 Wolcott Blair can take a fence with the best of them, as he will do regularly as soon as he and Mrs. Blair get back from Europe for the height of the hunting season. Robert Gardner is as expert in the hunting field as he is on the golf links; Prince Michael Cantacuzene, look ing like one of the dark Knights of his By zantium ancestry; the Samuel Walkers, a fine looking pair on their spirited hunters; Col. and Mrs. Robert R. McCormick, to whom horses and hunting are almost as the breath of life; Mr. and Mrs. Joseph T. Bowen, Jr., who ride all winter in Arizona and all summer in Lake Forest; Mr. Ben Leslie Behr, who owns hunt ers and steeplechasers that a good many of the eastern sportsmen covet — Burgoright, for instance. Mrs. Howard Linn is the most picturesque of the hunting ladies, always and there are Mrs. William H. Mitchell, the glass of fashion in her riding things; Libby Chase, who leads the field whether she's hunting her own horse, or one from any of her friends' stables; and so on down the list, including the whole Robert Thome family, and their two married daugh ters, Katherine Thorne Gillespie, and Mrs. George Corson Ellis, and Mr. Ellis; the Byron Harveys, Mrs. Edward A. Cudahy, Jr., Charles M. Hines, Mrs. James Minotto, the John P. Kelloggs, Mrs. Merrill Hubbard, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Bennett, the Albert Blake Dick, Juniors, William McCormick Blair, David Adler (whose lovely wife hunted right up to the time of her tragic death), William Clow, Jr., Tom Furness, Howell H. Howard (who comes up from Dayton to hunt often), the John F. Jelke, Juniors; the Noble Brandon Judahs, who hunt at Grasslands, too; Lloyd A. Laflin, Edward J. Lehmann, Paul Llewellyn, S. Sanford Otis, Mrs. Mason Phelps, David M. Pope, William A. P. Pullman, F. Stanley Rickords; Mrs. Clifford Rodman, the Donald M. Ryersons, Mrs. Kimball Salisbury; Mr. and Mrs. James Simpson, Jr., Charles N. Steele, of Waukegan; R. Douglas Stuart; Mrs. Wayne Chatfield-Taylor, Lucius Teter, John R. Thompson, Jr., Ezra J. Warner, Mrs. John Wentworth, Thomas E. Wilson, Laura Sprague, young Josephine Patterson (who learned how at Foxcroft), Col. A. E. Pierce and Charles F. Glore. One of the most amusing stories that canit out of the stock crash had to do with Charlie Glore's pink hunting coat. He and Wayne Chatfield-Taylor were closeted in their office watching the ticker ticking off point after point, that black Friday, when the phone rang. A calm and English voice announced that he was the representative of Such-and-Such, Limited, of London, who had been sent over to fit and deliver Mr. Charles Glore's new hunting coats that had been ordered by cable a few months before. With one eye on the ticker, Mr. Glore who was feeling too poor to pay for a taxi to the Blackstone for his fit ting said: "If you'll take those coats back, I'll give you the horse to go with them." Not nearly as large as the Onwentsia Hunt — but with equally as much enthusiasm and good horsemanship among its members — the Long Meadow Hunt, of which Col. Albert E. Pierce is master, has been functioning this past few years in Win- netka. They've only a little club house at the Indian Hill Riding Club, but Col. Pierce's pack, which he brings up from his own mar vellously panelled plantation in the heart of Virginia's hunting country every fall, and his horses, are famous the country over. The Colonel's three daughters, Suzana, Charlotte and Jane, all ride to hounds, and it was the proudest day of Jane's life when she was made one of the "whips" of the Long Meadow a few weeks ago. The Donald McPhersons are among the original members of this hunt, and their daughter Fanny — when she's home from Miss Hall's School — goes out with them often; the Ernest Ballards with their two daughters; Howard Fenton, Ogden West, Francis Pea- body Butler, Major Nordheimer, John Hart- nett, and the Curzon Hoffmans with their two daughters, Ethel and Kitty, are up and abroad at six-thirty for the morning hunts that began last month. The Hoffmans, who have had the Frank Blatchford's house in Winnetka for the summer, are from Baltimore, where they ride with the Harford and Green Spring Valley packs, and the whole family, riding out to gether and taking the jumps one after another, is as pretty a sight as you'll see on the hunting field. Col. Pierce has been master for the past few years, just as he is of the Culpepper Hunt in Virginia, but Mr. Colton Daughaday was the first master of Longmeadow. And just by the way — since we seem to be rambling on, about and through the inexhaustible subject of "fox hunting" — its kindred sport, steeplechasing, may have a little set-back next month. For the annual Hunt Race Meet, more colloquially referred to as "The Steeplechase," on the 24th of October, will have to be run without the famous "syndicate horse," Sea Soldier. He's been over in England since June, in training for the Grand National next March, and I'd like to bet that every one of his eight owners are booking reservations, already, to go over to see him race. The owners, who have pinned their hopes on him to win the English classic, are Mrs. R. R. McCormick, Ben L. Behr, Noble B. Judah, Wolcott Blair, E. A. Cudahy, Jr., Charles F. Glore, Donald M. Ryerson, Vaughan C. Spalding, and Robert J. Thorne. The Sea Soldier Syndicate is probably the only "stock venture" that hasn't kept its stock holders awake o'nights, even though the only dividends it pays is the interest in seeing the gallant steeplechaser win a race. 1 o go on to the more "personal" of this department's caption, and to give you something to guess about : I can promise that the engagement announcements of at least two more of last year's debutantes will be made this month. (The one I re ferred to last month as "impending" was that of Hortense Henry and Gordon Kelley, which has since been formally announced.) At that, September will have to go some to bring forth as many "surprise" announcements as August did. Carolyn Walker's engagement to W. Milton McCoy of Sheridan, Wyoming, and New York, and Laura Thompson's bethrothal to the distinguished surgeon, Dr. Paul Mag- nuson, were both out of a clear sky, and par ticularly romantic affairs. Carolyn's fiance, like Laura's, raises polo ponies, but where Dr. Magnuson has his polo farm close to home, at Dundee, 111., Mr. Mc Coy's is in the Bighorn Country, the famous Gallatin-McCoy ranch. I understand that Miss Walker, young and handsome sister of those two lovely sisters, Mrs. James A. Field, and Mrs. J. Paul Welling, met her fiance when she was out in Wyoming this summer visiting her aunts and uncles, the Malcolm Moncrieffs, and the Earl and Countess of Portsmouth, while Laura's romance began at Passavant, when she was the Doctor's patient in the early Spring. The Walker-McCoy wedding will take place in Chicago in December, after the talented Carolyn gives up her job as buyer and de signer for a famous New York fashion shop (she used to write for Harper's Bazaar) and Miss Thompson will be married on the twenty- sixth of September in that quaint little country church on the Barrington-Dundee Pike that was built in 1840. Her mother, Mrs. Leverett Thompson, has had the little church repaired and painted for the ceremony, and the old melodion has been put in order for the wed ding march. Among the things "few- people know" : (1) How terribly close Mrs. "Walter Wolf came to being drowned up at the fashionable Keego Club in Wisconsin a couple of weeks ago. The canoe she and her young son Hathaway Watson, Jr., were in tipped over, and neither she nor her son — both recuperating from re cent illnesses — was strong enough to swim. They clung to the canoe for some time until help came, and apparently they were none the worse for the terrifying experience, for they're back in their summer home in Winnetka, deep in the plans for Ghita Watson's and Walter McLallen's wedding out there on the 17th, (2) Whose portrait Louis Betts is painting as a surprise to his family. (3) Who wrote Washington Merry-go- round — though I'm sure Mrs. Joseph Leiter, Mrs. Ruth Hanna McCormick, Mr. Frank Lowden, and a good many other Chicagoans mentioned in the spirited book, to say nothing of the higher-ups, of Washington, would give a good deal to know. It's still the great after- dinner-guessing game, and in editorial offices every old time reporter can name at least one author. (4) Whether the Philip D. Armours mean to live the year 'round in Lake Forest in the new $400,000 house they're going to build out there. (5) That Mrs. Robert Caldwell designed and had made, in the Michigan Avenue Shop where she's become one of the star saleswomen, the lovely wedding gown Frances Richardson wore when she was married to Walter Craw ford last month. (6) That the Chauncey McCormick's younger son brought back with him from Europe among other things, a fine case of chicken-pox, and that both boys, after getting museum-and-cathedral feet, longed for their horses — comfortably stabled in Wheaton, to convey them on further sightseeing. (7) That all the debutantes of the year — some forty — have been summoned for the first rehearsal of the Service Club's play at Me- dinah Athletic Club on the 24th, and that fully two-thirds will respond. (8) That the new novel about Chicago that Arthur Meeker, Jr. is now working on ought to be more amusing than Strange Capers — which was certainly amusing, wasn't it? And that it will, also, be even more revealing. 34 The Chicagoan AUTUMN SPREADS ITS SPELL CHICAGOAN in midafternoon eager polo enthusiasts traverse this tranquil bridge intent upon the matches at oakbrook ^Jb Sfc_ $#>#* ¦" '•¦ .*A;< !il , ¦#¦* CHICAGOAN play over, winner, loser and onlooker alike find peace in the magic that is sunset over these broad acres September, 1931 35 MR. AND MRS. PAUL BUTLER, GRACIOUSLY CASUAL HOSTS TO OAKBROOK'S WEEK-END VISITORS. J. PARENTI, M. B. COOK, MRS. C. A. VINNEDGE, MRS. PARENTI, MRS. COOK AND DR. VINNEDGE PAUSE FOR AN INFORMAL PHOTOGRAPH BEFORE DEPARTING THE FIELD. . ' ;' .. MRS. JAMES A. HANNAH, MRS. M. L. STOCKTON, MRS. WALTER SHELDON, JANE ECKERT AND MRS. LESLIE DUNN. CAPT. C. B. COLE, LIEUT. D. REED, CAPT. C. E. DAVIS AND MAJ. C. C. SMITH OF THE FORT SHERIDAN TEAM VANQUISHED BY THE FLYING DUTCHMEN (OPPOSITE PAGE) . : 36 The Chicagoan FRANK BULGER, HERBERT J. LORBER, JOHN BOWERS, MRS. BOWERS, MRS. J. LARTHER, MRS. A. C. EVEN, MRS. H. MC CREA AND MRS. A. W. FISHER ARE INTERESTED SPECTATORS AT THE FORT SHERIDAN-FLYING DUTCHMEN MATCH PLAYED AUGUST 23. CAPT. M. L. STOCKTON, J. A. HANNAH, WILLIAM BLAIR AND J. B. BALDING, VIC TORS IN THE HARD RIDDEN MATCH. (ALL PHOTOGRAPHS "CHICAGOAN") . TEJE CALDWELL AND GEORGE A. BATES CHAT IN FORMALLY BETWEEN BRISKLY PLAYED CHUKKERS. September, 1931 37 SAK S - F I F T CHIC MlOlMC-tZS \Tcvshi & <2W, t(u In this Year of Grace . . . The Evening Gown Fur Bor dered is sponsored by Saks-Fifth Avenue, Chicago to oc £fr& t Saks-Fifth Avenue Fashioi Have Been Che American Wo Her Enviable F While exclusive fashio greatest value today '''• best of fashions. Cheap cheaply made — and ai believe the American believe her to have Q good taste, for fashion fabrics that are at once irasatoits €*,*;& l Costumes, Dresses, Coats, Sho ing the spirit of the New S«* The Tweed Top Jacket Suit. . . . Introduces the New Idea for Fall, 7937. Sponsored by Saks- Fifth Avenue, Chicago ZJTCVSWV f Oft s ** c North Michigc 38 The Chicagoan H AVE AG O N U E ons f Of? &cill 1931 <W, <>M€lll is for Fall Now on Display sen to Help the man Maintain ashion Prestige ns cost more — still the > to be had only in the things have always been e so today! We don't woman is cheap! We penchant for things in s beautifully made, for feminine and exquisite. es and Accessories . . Express ion . . at New Season Prices Saks-Fifth Avenue sponsors this smart Woolen Cos tume with short Cape. . . . Persian Lamb Trimmed oor This Lanvin Autumn Coat is well tailored and snugly buttoned. . . . Persian trimmed. Spon sored by Saks-Fifth Avenue, Chicago in at Chestnut September, 1931 39 AN OCTETTE OF DEBUTANTES MARGARET CHAPMAN, DAUGHTER OF THE JOHN ADAMS CHAPMANS, LAKE FOREST. KATHERINE MALLOY, DAUGHTER OF THE DAVID MALLOYS, LAKE FOREST. i' T:'l?V- ••h-^ JANE FORTUNTE, DAUGHTER OF THE JOHN L. FORTUNTES, ASTOR STREET. BARBARA GRAF, DAUGHTER OF THE ROBERT GRAFS, WOODLAWN AVENUE. 40 The Chicagoan DISTINGUISHING THE SEASON IMOGENE BUCKLIN, DAUGHTER OF THE VAIL BUCKLINS, ASTOR STREET. ELEANOR WHEELER, DAUGHTER OF THE SEYMOUR WHEELERS, LAKE FOREST. THEODORA SHAW, DAUGHTER OF MRS. HOWARD VAN DOREN SHAW, LAKE FOREST. PAUL STONE'RAY* PEGGY GLIDDEN, DAUGHTER OF THE HENRY CLIDDENS, HIGHLAND PARK. September, 1931 41 HOME IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT EMBROIDERED LUSTERLESS SATIN DRAPES OVER COARSE MESHED GLASS CURTAINS DYED A FADED GREEN FINISHES THE SUN ROOM WINDOWS IN THE WILMETTE RESIDENCE OF BURT J. DENMAN HANDWROUGHT RUGS AND STAIR RUNNER CONTRIBUTE TO THE GRACE OF THE DENMAN ENTRANCE HALL FINE LINENS ADORN THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY BEDROOM OF MRS. ERNEST R. GRAHAM IN HER BANKS STREET TOWN HOUSE 42 The Chicagoan The Return of Peter Ibbetson Second Thoughts on the Hit of the Summer B y Rober t Poll a k CHICAGO, a city that can rarely be depended upon to look eye to eye with New York, went for Peter Ibbetson in the same hearty manner as the wise men of the East. For six performances thousands swarmed into the park and tickets were as hard to get as ice water in London. Mimsey and Gogo stirred in their long literary doze as copies of Du Maurier marched up and down the North Shore. The resurrection occured appropriately along with the recreated Empress Eugenie and the tremendous boom in ostrich feathers. Peter and the Duchess rode triumphantly into Chicago on the wings of song. The popular reaction to the opera Peter Ibbetson is curious. The thousands that crowded into Mr. Eckstein's cultivated pre serves were completely spell-bound by the show, but the majority of them seemed to get little or nothing from the music. Rather were they almost oblivious to the canopy of sound that sheltered the immortal story. There were, to be sure, a few who stated pedantically that the score wasn't much and let it go at that. But one suspects that they had read their opinions in the New York papers and that they had been so caught up by the healthy sentimentality of Mimsey and Gogo and the Major that the music impinged upon their assorted consciousnesses only as something remote and unrealised. To my mind a shrewder and more complete estimate of this score is fairer to Deems Taylor. And yet their off-hand dogmatism is in the nature of a left-handed compliment to his abilities as a composer. He asserts that he toiled many hundreds of hours with his librettist, Con stance Collier, in an effort to give the English text the benefit of his wide experience as literateur, editor, essayist and correspondent. Every rhythm, every cadence is fitted to its proper phrase with a skill born of poetic sensi tiveness and with the practical expertness of a veteran word carpenter. Taylor has not been a musical critic for nothing. He knows that opera in English has registered many failures principally because the English librettos were so poor. With Edna Millay and the Hench man as a starter he proved that the wedding of American poetry and American music could yield distinguished results. In Ibbetson he has done it again, and even more so. /\t Ravinia the audience experiences a few minutes of strangeness and discomfort when the first act curtain goes up. The murmured pleasantries of Mrs. Deane and her guests, exchanged against the background of a lilting waltz tune, seem faintly grotesque. But this is our fault and not the fault of the opera. We cannot stand the sudden projec tion into the medium of a lyric language to which we are, unfortunately, unaccustomed. Five minutes later, with the brilliant entrance of the Duchess, the strangeness and discom fort are forgotten, and for eight scenes they are never remembered again. Nor is it the GAROLA GOYA, SENSATIONAL YOUNG SPANISH DANCER WHO IS SCHEDULED FOR HER FIRST CHICAGO RECITAL AT THE STUDE- BAKER THEATRE SUNDAY, OCTOBER 19. fault, specifically, of the Ravinia cast that we enjoy this unique and pleasant experience with our own language. With the exception of Johnson, there is not a singer in the long list of principals who seems particularly at home in the text. That the drama breathes so con vincingly, that no maudlin or incongruous moment intrudes, is due almost entirely to the careful and clever workmanship of Taylor and Constance Collier. Otherwise the Ravinia cast is superb. As the younger Ibbetson Johnson is superb. We can understand every word in his role and he realizes every ounce of the charm that is implicit in the character of the handsome, honorable and sore ly tried young man. Bori's Duchess of Towers would have stirred Du Maurier, that an cient cartoonist, to his gaiters. At the reunion in Paris she wanders from the formality of the married Lady ("Mr. Ib betson, I am not free") to the tender mood of old days in. Passy with an histrionic skill that makes hard old bankers weep. The advent of the bro ken Major Duquesnois, shep herded by a Sister of Charity, becomes, at the hands of Rothier, probably the most moving incident in the drama. And the temporary intrusion of his French is just cause for celebration. The truth about the score, to my mind, lies be tween two extremes. Given a first-class libretto, like this one, and a drama of dreams wait ing to be dropped again into the lap of a public that never quite forgets its Trilby or its Mimsey, almost any competent composer could have fashioned a score that would have served to heighten and enhance the effects of a tender and fantas tic tale. Taylor has done his job uncommonly well. That he has nothing new to say mu sically he would no doubt ad mit himself. That he is not yet a musical genius of the first rank cannot be denied by any one who knows his three B's. The score of Peter Ibbetson, viewed solely on its musical merits, is filled with the drear iest commonplaces, meaningless and puny themes that wander restlessly over trite syncopated basses, long and conventional Wagnerian sequences that be gin nowhere and get no place, as in the orchestral episode before the final scene. Taylor has largely eschewed the use of motives that earmark specific people or ideas. It might have been better had he gone the whole hog and been frankly Wagnerian. By offering musical figures upon which the gentle passions of his character could be attached he would have prevented the fabric of his score from raveling so frequently. Where he should be the most strong he is usually the most weak. I refer to the many scenes between Peter and the Duchess where the interest of the listener is held by the poignancy of the drama rather than (Continued on page 58) September, 1931 43 Randolph Street Lights Up With a Modern Virgin Battling for Her Dishonor By William C . B o y d e n DO you fancy gals of high school age who read D. H. Lawrence and Max well Bodenheim; who sneak away from Auntie to view such dramas as The Captive; who "in the summer when it's warm, just jump between the sheets with nothing on at all"; who talk about their bodies so full of wondrous shadows; who maul likely looking young men, the while begging the lads to put them out of their ignorance; who tell tweed-clad men that they (the men) smell so nice; who indiscriminately sass every one over thirty years old? Neither do I. Yet such precious precocities are among our more popular stage heroines of the current era. So perhaps it is appropriate that the theatrical season of 1931-1932 A. D. (Abysmal Depres sion) should open at the Garrick Theater on a sultry August night with A Modern Virgin. This particular minx is as free and untram- meled in her boudoir and in a man's hunting lodge as a dryad was wont to be in the forests of antiquity. In addition to indulging in the assorted behaviorisms above enumerated, she finds piquancy and relief from life's ennui by calling up strange men on the telephone and pretending to be any sort of mentionable or unmentionable female. It must be obvious to the meanest intelligence that such doings are likely to furnish complications enough for several dramas. Elmer Harris, also guilty of Young Sinners, has chosen the line of having several victims of the girl's waggery conspire to give her the scare of her life. Roguish fellows! While it must be admitted that Mr. Harris has contrived out of this banal premise some amusing situations along farce lines, I must blushingly confess that the thickly interlarded sex stuff is too sticky for my chaste taste. In fact, I am prepared to contribute annual dues up to five dollars to a Society for the Preven tion of Stage Immorality in Girls under Twenty. Perhaps I am suffering from one of those deep rooted tribal taboos about which Herr Doktor Freud preaches, but I like my ingenues pure. I did not even care for Strictly Dishonorable, the fountain head of all these sagas about concupiscent adolescents. And the many feeble imitations of that highly successful comedy confirm me in my prejudice. Be that as it may, these contemporary va riations on the Awakening-of-Spring motif have given the stage some very tasty lassies. Strictly Dishonorable brought into the light Muriel Kirkland, Margaret Perry and — Margaret Sullavan, the infant seductress of the show under discussion. Miss Sullavan learned her lesson well. No pickaninny ever pounced on a watermelon with more whole hearted enthusiasm than she displays in her fervid approaches to the character here assumed by the self assured Roger Pryor. Even if one disapproves of such goings-on, it must be admitted that the girl is sincere, if not partic ularly subtle, in her depiction of youthful eagerness. And in other respects the little lady shows promise of developing into an actress of considerable appeal, when she is cast in a part which allows her to demean herself like a sane human being. She is pretty (if you will not take my word for it, look on the opposite page) , trim of figure, brimming over with vitality, fetching in manner and lucid in speech. Such attributes will take her far — perhaps even as far as Hollywood. The worst one can say about Miss Sullavan is that she seems to overdo even the extravagances of this trying role. The direction may be at fault in this regard. There are apparently cash customers of female persuasion who regard Herbert Raw- linson as the sine qua non of masculine perfection. Such enthusiasm is reasonably un derstandable. The man is handsome in a flashy fashion, carries a well preserved figure and has more manner than a floor-walker. These qualities suited such a role as he essayed last season in City Haul, but as the conservative fiance in this play he is decidedly ham. Par ticularly when working against Roger Pryor, a thoroughly modern actor of easy restraint and deft technique. Pryor specializes in puzzled and harassed young men — and effectively. Proving that British girls take the bad with the good, Eva Leonard Boyne appears casually as a waiting maid — rather a come down from her nice part last season in The Apple Cart. But then we are all feeling the depression. A funny-faced little pomposity named Alfred Kappeler appears as a doctor whose bed-side manner is seriously jeopardized by the importunities of our demi-vierge. He fits smoothly into the picture. I guess that about covers the mimes on this Shubert pay roll, unless one sees fit to mention Nicholas Joy whose silly-ass roue merits a mild huzza. It may be coincidence or profound acumen that both this coming season and the season last past have been heralded by entertainment of a decidedly sexy nature. Remember Love Technique. If you do not, so much the better. Anyway, sex a la Margaret Sullavan is far preferable to sex a le Lou Tellegen. And A Modern Virgin is infinitely better than last year's curtain-raiser. tvIy deadline under the development of The Chicagoan into a big ger and better monthly did not permit of my viewing The Green Pastures as it is currently unfolded at the Illinois. But having seen this unique drama in New York, I crave the liberty of making a few discreet observations on the subject. If strikes, riots or acts of God have prevented the present advent of the play, I can at worst be no more than premature. The Green Pastures is worthy of anyone's seeing. Its basic idea, the visualized dream- Heaven of illiterate but fundamentalist negroes, is a stroke of genius in imagination. Novel conceptions in dramatic writing crop up fairly frequently, but rarely is the execu tion equal to the original fancy. In the pres ent instance the series of scenes from the Old Testament are presented with warm humor and affectionate understanding of the simple souls whose naive faith conjures up these strange, childish, yet delightful fantasies. God as a venerable preacher in a frock-coat, declaiming the Word with Chautauqua unc tion, may seem blasphemous to some. But there is no offense in The Green Pastures. The audiences seem to feel a sympathy with the unalloyed belief of the blacks, which makes the seeing of the play almost as much a matter of reverence as a viewing of The Passion Play. And the voicing of the Lord's worries over the sins of the world in such phrases as "Not so good," and "Bad business," are delicious in the mouth of that very fine actor, Richard Harrison. If there is any possible criticism of The Green Pastures on the debit side of the ledger, it is that the epieodic quality of the play pre vents a building towards climax. Although each of the familiar Biblical episodes is han dled with freshness and ingenuity, one finds one's interest waning a trifle at the closing scenes which tend to be a bit repetitious. It is to the everlasting credit of theatregoers as a class that this fine endeavor in imaginative cirama has met with the commercial success which has been its lot. For whatever my humble opinion may be worth, I exhort the readers of this column not to fail to see The Green Pastures. Taylor holmes, looking very juvenile to be the father of the hero (if one may so term him) of An American Trag edy, is in Salt Water at the Playhouse and in hot water for the whole evening. Since Bunker Bean of many years ago, Mr. Holmes has been doing amusing ineffectives with only slight variations from the original pattern. His raised eyebrows, quick fatuous smile, jerky move ments and broken speeches suit such roles. Here he is cast as a frustrated candy salesman on the Albany night-boat whose soul yearns to trod the quarter-deck of a three-master — a great big grown-up boy who wants to go to sea. Although the lines given him to say are almost completely devoid of wit, unless you liked the crack, "You may have been bred in Kentucky, but you are only a crumb around here." Yet the first-night audience rolled in their chairs every time he opened his mouth. Even the mother-in-law joke seems to take on some brightness through the medium of his delivery. I confess to be a very bad judge of domestic comedy. They all seem to me like Main Street written by a Hollywood gag-man. The in gredients vary but little — the harassed hus band, the nagging wife, the wise-cracking friend (this time a sister-in-law) , disaster star ing the family in the face and finally an ending with an Aladdin's Lamp twist. You can report these homely fables as dull and mediocre, only to have run for six (Continued on page 68) 44 The Chicagoan ::.¦¦¦¦ f ?§ C ^0- : ff' ^ / mm ^^^^^ Ik* ' ^. mm j-jf f&/ ¦ CHICAGOA> MARGARET SULLAVAN Only a couple of years ago this fetching little bundle of vitality left K[orfolk, Virginia, to embark on a stage career. 7<[orfolk must now be a duller place for the young ensigns and lieutenants of the U.S.W., but Broadway and Randolph Street are brighter for the navy's loss. Miss Sullavan is most agreeably visible in A Modern Virgin at the Garrick- September, 1931 45 Poetic Divertissements Wherein the Dancing Feet Are Free By Mark Turbyfill A TROPHY OF BATTLE Presented after defeat by the Ugliest General Tu to the Most Beautiful General Houang. A dancer's note of THE RIVALS, a Chinese ballet by Adolph Bolm and Henry Eichheim It is beautiful to be Ugliest; Delight is geometric, acute: A proud man of angles Situated on a slender stool. Ugliness surveys fierce Beauty striding, Encroaching on his gauche domain. He seethes and determines to remain. It is beautiful to be Ugliest, To see Beauty's ugliness challenging: He is a thousand grimaces, A. country of spears. The rivals hurl themselves into cacophony of battle-music — A whirlwind of whistles and gongs and bells. In pursuit, out of the corners of slanting eyes, Their boots are embroidered grins; Their knees lrl 'the air bent to a sharp direc tion; Their heads a struggle of feathers, pompons, and gems; Their spears thrust zig-zag And tangled with death. Beauty battles to be beautiful; But beautiful is Ugliness Surging on toward Beauty and nonchalant death. APOLLO ALONE APPROVES Severely now will we dance In these deserted stretches, 7\[o ground but the words beneath us. Swiftness and slowness — themselves — Come and move with us. With posture li^e a bronze pear, I anchor knees an& fold feet under. On urgent points you come running; You sway like a brittle flower, Swiftly to fall with little sharp knees Upon the oblique and tempered thighs. Angular and singular our attitude, But its beauty pleases us. Tour glazed surfaces shine. There is no objection and no applause As I exit with you upon my arm, Drawing your bright satin points after us Like a blade across this intangible ground. courtesy POETRY: A Magazine of Ver These dance poems have been selected from The Living Frieze, and A Marriage With Space by Mark Turbyfill. Permission to reprint granted by the publishers, Monroe Wheeler and Pascal Covici. A YOUNG DANCER Tall Pointed grasses Sway to the urge Of slanting wind. Swift blue-white light Edges down Each eager stem. Tomorrow at the fete When I shall weave Of my legs and throat A tapestry upon the air, I will remember Something of their wild Blue- white motion. SHAPES Let us deliberately sit into design With these elephant ears Stretched from the glazed pot Into green wax consciousness. Let us exert Our unused selves Into other static Sharpnesses. In what fleet gestures Have you found eternity? His amber painted torso A Persian dancer Has conceived into a leaf-line, The head inclined. SEEKING THE FEET In the twilight The ballet cries For the lost symmetry: The moving gems, The facets etched, The angles fleet. Brises, bright wings stretched; Entrechat six, Sharp as the sickle, Brief as intuition; Port de bras, dreams arising. O swift steps, Seeking the feet In which to flower, Where are the worshipers To glorify your names? SPANISH VARIATION Day has her in mind, Reflecting a reminiscent miracle, Breaking into festival, Flinging its mantilla of fire. Her castanets speak polyglot: Conversations of miniature cannons, fountains, and bees. Through flounces of flame like horizons at dawn, Her emphatic little heels Are retorts of eccentric Spanish comets Going the straightest way home. She draws nearer, Swaying, bending, undulating, As if to destroy — She is no tiger-lily with roots! But the smiles of her eyes and her lips make truce Flashing by: Day has her in mind Unfolding its mantilla of fire. DECOR FOR A BALLET Important pale asters And leering Hies painted peach-color Writhing to a futile destination, Vibrant, popping out in lewd insurrection From the black border That essays to hold them down. -A st!JEF ghost tree Rises out of a blue pond, Spreading abroad its asteroids of foliage. The sun-ball flares and fails On a distant line Like a disappointed toy balloon. Cat-tails of yellow splintered flame Prick up and press about A fluted pedestal Bearing a blossoming bowl. A queer gauche bird Perches on the rim And drinks a venomous brew Of which it faints and dies. A constellation of bereaved lemon leaves Flutters to earth in a funereal ballet Through the limpid mist Which descends upon this park °f papier- mache. SLOTH In the sun A date-palm sways And one brown girl Struts copiously. O davs! POETRY: A Magazine oj Verse PaSS thus Over me. 46 The Chicagoan Three Days on the Lake A Review of the Tipton and Nutting Cups Races By Steve H e a l e y THE most difficult allotment that can be tendered a scrivener by the editor of a cosmopolitan magazine of the type of The Chicagoan is to portray a yacht race, or series of races. Should he become too technical and throw his spinnakers, balloon gibs, Enterprise booms, mainsails and tillers with wild abandon throughout his narrative he would not only lose his Seawanhaka rating, but all the interest of the reader as well, unless the party scan ning the yarn happened to be a yachtsman steeped in nautical lore. On the other hand to please the more discriminating sportsman (the racing skipper) he must not become too prosaic and should, when at all possible, inject a little seagoing phraseology to soothe these hardy followers of the water. Having thus warned both sides of the situa tion I will douse my main, and with bare poles head through the maelstrom of the Sir Thomas Lipton and Sir John Nutting Cup series that are the high lights of the season's yachting schedule at the Chicago Yacht Club. The Lipton and Nutting Cups are a series of three races that are sailed each year for R and Eagle class sloops, and are emblematic of the club championship in both these divisions. The races are held over a different course each day and a series of points are awarded. Following the culmina tion of the series the boat with the largest num ber of points is awarded the trophy, and at tendant glory that goes with it. The Lipton races have been in existence since 1902 and a Chicago owned boat has had possession of the trophy each year since the inception of this event with the exception of two, when the St. Claire of Detroit and later the Meblah of Cleveland took it away from our shores. The Sir John Nutting Cup was put up for competition in 1904 and the Eagle class sloops yearly make an earnest bid for it as it pos sesses all the romance to them that the Lipton Cup does to the R boat skippers. The R and Eagle class sloops from a com petitive standpoint are in reality the nucleus of the large fleet that fly the colors of the Chicago Yacht Club as each Saturday during the long season they will be found racing over their club course with all the determination and seriousness that finally captures one who ex periments with this yachting game. This club racing while keenly contested somehow lacks the glamour and romance that either the Lipton or Nutting Cup is shrouded in, and the skip pers and crews yearly look forward to these historic races with more than the usual avidity. The Lipton Cup this year was won by Alert IV. owned by Charles Weiman and piloted to victory in all three races by Bill Farout well known Chicago sportsman and yacht addict. Assisting him in the business of winning the cup were Chuck Davis, Fred Spencer, and Allen Clark. The latter was here on a visit from Manhasset Bay, N. Y., where he has made quite a name for himself as a yachtsman. The story of Alert's victory is absolutely without color as she went out in front in all three races and was never headed to win by a large margin of time in each race. In a class of boats such as this division where in the past winners have reckoned their times in seconds it is unusual for a boat to take such a com manding lead in all three races to establish a record of sweeping the series, and in this un usual performance the kernel of the story really exists being summed up in two words — "The Boat." Never in the history of sailing at the Chicago Yacht Club has there been such a remarkable boat as this Alert IV. Supposedly a heavy weather boat she proved early in the season that regardless of the weather being heavy or light she was a winner. Designed down East she was sailed there with huge success for one year and then taken to the Pacific Coast where she astounded even those blase sailors. The Alert IV. is truly a thing of beauty and is equipped with every conceivable doo-dad that will enhance her chances of victory. A six ounce mainsail and an Enterprise boom are just two of the many little incidentals that make her different from her sisters in the R class fleet. Some idea of the pains that are taken with this speedy yacht may be garnered from the fact that previous to the Lipton Cup Series she was taken out of the water and had her keel and topsides scraped and revarnished no less than a dozen times so as to give her more speed. The lightest boat in the fleet, in her short career she has been dismasted no less than four times and the owner just grins and buys another one. Her outstanding list of triumphs stamps her as one of the best racing machines that has ever been in these waters and as long as the owner continues to lavish the care that he has on her, she should con tinue to hang more scalps on her belt in this yachting game. Calypso owned and sailed by Dr. Hollis E. Potter accounted for second place in the series with a total of 17 points and Bill Giaver and his Jonnie were third. Ariel, last year's win ner was a point behind Jonnie in the final standing with 12 points. Ariel, a light weather boat skipped by Ned Sheridan, just could not seem to get going, and while not disgraced she did not put up the competition that was expected of her. The Eagle Class fleet that competed for the Sir John Nutting cup consisted of Orn, Dr. George Davis's winning entry, Acquila, owned by George Getz, Jr., Falcon owned by Bob Haynie and Altair owned by Rear-Commodore Arthur Metz. Unlike the Lipton Cup series the Nutting cup was replete with thrills and the winner was never decided until the last few yards with seconds separating the two leading boats at the finish. The series ended in a tie with Acquila and Orn, and it was necessary to sail the fourth and deciding race on the Sunday following the last race in the series. Luck, good and bad was woven in and out of these races. Bad luck that had perched on the brawny shoulders of the genial Dr. Davis all through the season at last forsook him in this crucial race for the cup and in its stead we find good luck finally grac ing the deck of Orn to win for him the most coveted of all trophies the Nutting Cup. A split tack which in yachting circles can be much more deadly than a split infinitive in journalism was the decisive factor in Dr. Davis's splendid win over the last year's cham pion Acquila. A light and fluky wind that had hauled all over the compass greeted the two boats as they tore across the line with all sails set. Both Acquila and Orn sailed on even terms for the first two legs or four miles of the regular twelve mile triangular course. Arriving at the second buoy Dr. Davis decided to split tacks with Acquila whom he could not seem to leave behind. Proceeding in another direction than that of Acquila he was allowed to go on his way unmolested by Claire Udell who perhaps entertained the same ideas as the Doctor who figured that in going farther down the course he might pick up a better slant of wind. His guess was correct and while he sailed along with a nice wind Acquila (on her tack) ran into that bugaboo of all racing skippers a flat spot. Orn retained her advantage to the end and won by a margin of five minutes to win the race and the cup. There are many who per haps will criticise Claire Udelbs action in letting Orn get away from him in a race with so much at stake, but had Claire been right in his guess these same fellows would be acclaim ing him a hero. Countless cases of this sort arise from time to time in sports and the answer seems to be that it is fateful to make a bad guess in any line of sport. However, Udell is one of the best skippers in the game and while not wishing to detract from the splendid victory of Orn I know Dr. Davis well enough to say that it was largely a matter of difference between that elusive something called Luck, good and bad. But, while Luck, good and bad, is always entering into any sport, it is, after all, the sport that counts. And the thanks of local yachtsmen is due both Sir Thomas Lipton and Sir John Nutting, yachtsmen and sportsmen extraordinary, whose generosity in donating these trophies has done so much for the sport here. Adding incentive to racing skippers and increasing interest in the sport, these two cup series yearly draw the eyes of International yachtsmen toward Chicago. September, 1931 47 Your Hat and Stick Top Coats, Overcoats, Belts and Half-Belts B y H E R B E R T H U N T k R WE, as an editorial entity, would give our shirt at the present writing for one small whiff of a Michigan Ave nue breeze as it should be blowing when you read this page. We're getting something of a synthetic pleasure out of the contemplation of that day (frankly, the pleasure arises out of the thought of a breeze), but a glance out of the window, with a consequent return from fancy to fact, and a realization of the topic at hand causes us to push such thoughts away. If you've ever planned a summer vacation at a time when a look at the great out of doors reveals a nightmare of snow drifts, then you'll know what we mean, for the topic of the day is nothing if not over-coats for the next winter, and the day is hot — maybe hotter. In an offhand way we'd say that overcoat styles have been influenced, first, by the same general tendency toward a revival of formality that has characterized all clothing, and, second, by the depression we seem to remember having talked about in our last article. (Do you remember it? Have you heard about the depression?) We're almost beginning to think that rather than a demonstration of our growing dignity, these sombre colors under which we're crawling are more of a note of mourning. It's too bad that the darker shades symbol ize both. To look at a friend you really can't tell whether his favorite aunt has just died penniless, or whether he has merely inherited (that's the only way to get any- thing these days) a million or six dollars and has retreat ed to the auster ity of suitable clothing to re mind you that he disclaims the he Iter - skelter existence that you represent. Top coats af ford a bit of re lief from the dominantly darker note in overcoats. The camel's hair in the lighter shades are still predominant — and in tan. A silver gray may be featured this year, and it has already won wide enough recognition to make great strides toward overcoming the pop ularity of its tan predecessors. Yet, always in good taste is the darker camel's hair, in a shade that might be called a chocolate brown (though I won't swear to it). At any rate, while we suggest latitude, we urge you to stay away from camel's hair that looks reddish. Tweeds will take care of that shade only too well, and the color is far more adapted to them than to the soft finish of the camel cloth. Tweeds and Shetlands probably will provide the hulk of fabrics in topcoats for business and town use. Browns and grays will predom inate. Covert cloth, too, will always be good. We'd suggest that these coats be worn mostly in double breasted models — three buttons, of course — with straight, not too broad, shoulders, and a slightly tapered waist. The half belt or coats with no belt probably will continue to be most popular, the former even in the camel's hair mentioned above. In the covert, however — while it is handsome as a double breasted coat — there is opportunity to find the superlative in shapely coats in a gray, single breasted, fly front garment, with slightly peaked lapels. The Chesterfield should be the big attraction in overcoats. It's the formal trend again. The Chesterfield can be worn formally in the evening, too, and is, even though the dressier coat, slightly flared and with silk facings, is the correct choice. Inas much as it is, it serves, therefore, a double purpose, and one dollar does the work of two. The older man will choose the double breasted Chesterfield, while young 'uns undoubtedly will, and should, stick to the fly front coat. And just in case you, as a young 'un of twenty — or of fifty or sixty, for that matter (let's not be too proud) would like to buy a Chesterfield, yet feel that you need an over coat this year that will give good hard service rather than style — and can't afford both — here is an idea that will interest you. Take your top coat to your tailor or your department store or your shop and tell him or them that you've heard of an inter-lining that is on the market for about fifteen dollars — installed — and you want one in your topcoat so that it will give you really heavy overcoat service, for you want to buy one of those there Chesterfields that might be a mite spare in nippy weather. Believe it or not, we have illustrated same on this page right in front of your topcoat, which you may or may not recognize on account of it is hung on a new kind of hanger. Other overcoats will predominate in oxford grays and blues dark, of course. There will be dark browns, too, but their acceptance will be not so great as that of the navy blues and grays, and dark er hues shot with silver for a fleecier effect. Here, of course, you will find full belts and half belts, though the lat ter will prob ably have the edge. As a mat ter of fact, we'll let you in on a secret. Full belts are shown as much as they are, because it is much easier for your deal ^r to cut a full belt in half, if you so wish it, than it is for him to abrakadabra a half belt into a full one, espe cially with a buckle. So if you should happen to run into a galaxy of dangling belts when you gaze on your dealer's overcoat rack, don't let it scare you off. If you want the half belt, ask for it, and don't take too much of that old stuff about " — Well, now, this year every body will be wearing the full." 48 The Chicagoan We'll Be Missing You, Rock! What the Loss of the Great Coach Means B y W A R R E X B R O \V N ANOTHER football season is upon us, a /-\ season that, in many respects, gives ¦*- -*¦ promise of being one that lends itself to intensive study, not so much for what it has, but for him whom it has not — Knute Rockne. Rockne's loss is not strictly a loss to Notre Dame, the school with which he was so closely identified in all the years of his playing and coaching life. His is Football's loss, and his passing will be felt more, I think, away from Notre Dame, this year, at least, than it will on the campus where he drilled so many, and such splendid teams, and made the name Notre Dame synonymous with winning football. Perhaps some explanation is due on this sup position. Notre Dame's 1931 team will be made up of players who have had two years coaching by Rockne, of players who have had a year, and of players who have had at least a part of one spring practice — his last — under the coach who had no equal. Rockne's memory lingers with these boys. It is difficult for them, even now, to realize that he has gone. And it will be even more difficult, I think, for them to fail to respond to the urge to dedicate each game of this Fall, in turn, to his memory. They have then, either the groundwork, or, in the case of the veterans, the final polish of the Master. They will be going through plays which were devised by him, and taught by him. They will lack, of course, his inspirational presence, which is truly, a great lack. But they will have, on the other hand, his memory, and that, I am sure, will almost balance the emo tional scale, this year, at least. No one expects to witness Rockne's equal as a coach, in this generation. Nevertheless, there is something to be said for those who carry on for him and for Notre Dame, and I'm thinking now, primarily of Jesse Harper, who was Rockne's coach, and who is now athletic director, and of "Hunk" Anderson, who was Rockne's friend and as sociate in many a hard fought campaign. Harper's absence from the Notre Dame situation, during most of the years of Rockne's rise to greatness, may have contributed to a tendency on the part of the football public to discount his importance. And right there, the football public will be making a grave mistake. For the sake of argument, let us survey the great list of coaches throughout the country, who are advocates of the Notre Dame system. It is not missing the mark far, I am certain, to list as the most famous exponents of the Notre Dame system, past and present, Rockne him self, "Slip" Madigan of St. Mary's, Jimmy Phelan of Washington, Gus Dorais, of Detroit, and Charley Bachman, of Florida. Other coaches have graduated from Notre Dame, and have gained some renown, but these five, I maintain, are outstanding. And these five, mark you, are all products of Notre Dame in the time of Harper. Harper, then, is a force to be reckoned with, even though his platform is supposed to be one of maintaining a balance while Anderson and Jack Chevigny go through the actual mo tions of coaching the 1931 team. It is apart from Notre Dame that Rockne's loss will be felt, almost at once. There are, to begin with, that vast number of coaches throughout the country, who looked to him for guidance, and, in some cases, for their very existence. The instances on record of positions secured, and maintained for others, through the intervention of Rockne, are innumerable. These coaches, who were accustomed to rush to Rock with their problems and their troubles, and find some sort of ready response, will look in vain for a source of consolation, in the future. Rockne, in that sense, was a man apart, as football coaching is pretty much a case of every man for himself. Rockne, especially in his later years, was a sort of crusader for football, and liked nothing better than a controversy with publicity seek ers who were forever trying to reform and re shape the game's rules and regulations. He hated reformers. He was satisfied, years ago, that football was a good game, and as such, could well be left alone. Other coaches felt the same way, it is true, but it was Rockne who invariably stepped into action to say something, or do something about it. And Rockne's words and deeds were alike in that they were all worth while, and all purposeful. He commanded more of an audience than any other coach because of his gift of expression. True, his list of sensational successes scored through his football teams, helped him attain a position where his every word or deed was something worth noticing. He was not the only spellbinder among the country's coaches. Bob Zuppke, of Illinois, can hold an audience, and entertain it, Major Cavanaugh can tell stories, and "Doc" Spears can give imitations, and none walks out on any of these performances. But Rockne, somehow, combined a little of all these talents, and found some use for them, either for his own immediate needs, or for the good of the game with which he was identified. His writings were familiar in newspapers and magazines throughout the country. His voice, heard over the radio, or from the speak ers' table was a familiar one. His list of activities was a great one, and people generally knew who Rockne was, and what Rockne was doing, who might have to look in the back of the Football Guide to find out just who Zuppke was, and who might have to go to even more trouble to learn the identity of Cavanaugh or Spears. The country at large, then, will miss Rockne. His teams, using plays he had devised, came to be a byword in the country as the exempli fication of spectacular and successful football. They played terrific schedules, year after year, and they traveled far and they traveled wide. Already, there has been a move at Notre Dame to curb those "impossible" schedules. Next year, there will be but eight games played, where Rockne's teams essayed nine generally, and sometimes ten. The plays will remain, and while their ex ecution left packed stadia gasping, it has to be admitted that the plays were not nearly as mystifying as their execution was perfect. Rockne's team of 1930, in my judgment, his greatest, was scoring with plays that dated back to the days of Harper. To be sure, they had plenty of other stuff, fancy stuff, but the successful Notre Dame team, under Rockne, was the one in which every man did what was required of him in the execution of even the simplest formations. Rockne was a stickler for detail, and he was a master psychologist. He will be missed because of this last asset, and opposing coaches will no longer have to sit up at night worrying about what Rockne will do next. However, there isn't a coach from Harvard to Southern California, from Florida to Washington, who wouldn't willingly sit up all the rest of his football seasons' nights, if there were any way to bring him back. And that, I imagine, is about as definite an expression as any, that Rockne, the Master, will be missed. September, 1931 49 AT THE LEFT A DARK BROWN GEORGETTE WITH BRIGHT BLUE SASH AND STARCHED CHIFFON FLOWERS, ALSO IN BLUE; FROM MARSHALL FIELD. BLACK CORDED WOOLEN FABRIC, IMPORTED BY THE BLACKSTONE SHOP, WITH WHITE RUSSIAN ERMINE MAKE AN IDEAL SUIT FOR FALL. THE NEWEST STREET SUITS FROM MANDEL BROTHERS ARE TRIM AND NEAT, AND THE SKIRTS ARE QUITE SHORT. ONE EXAMPLE, THE ABOVE, IS MADE OF DIAGONAL WOOL AND TRIMMED WITH WHITE ERMINE. AN AFTERNOON DIN NER DRESS OF BLACK VELVET WITH RHINE STONES. THE SHALLOW, PERKY HAT OF BLACK VELVET IS TRIMMED WITH OSTRICH PLUMES; FROM THE BLACKSTONE SHOP. 50 The Chicagoan The Grande Dame Returns A Year of Grace in Fashion B y T h e C it i c a g o e n n e AYBE it's her last stand, what with Soviets and world-unrest and rum blings of the proletariat, but at any rate she is determined to make it a brave one. The Colonel's lady is out in such finery as our eyes have missed these many post-war years. It is the hey-day of the true elegante, this sea son of 1931, for it demands a royal carriage, willowy grace, feminine charm, and all those other qualities that poets sing about. How ever, the season has an added joy in the fact that sumptuous clothes are offered at anything but sumptuous prices — which makes it pretty much a year of joy as well as a year of grace. Things start elegantly right at the heart of the wardrobe. Lingerie has ceased being tricky or "cute" or dashing — it's just down-right lady like, and refreshing it is too. Snowy white is in high favor for just everything and remark ably smart and different looking after our years and years of pastels. In keeping with the ex treme femininity of the year things are exquis itely tucked and embroidered, and delicately frilled, with gobs of fine lace all over. Saks do a lovely ensemble of nightgown, chemise and panties of white chiffon, with wide insertions of Alencon about the neck and hems. The shirred chiffon falls in soft, smooth folds and is altogether too flattering for words. Incidentally, if your hips are not quite in line with the fall fashions you should try Saks' step-in girdle with strips of satin supporting a rubberized section — but such rubber! It is light as air, with a satiny finish, and fine ribbon details on the garter so that you don't feel at all as if you were going in for "reducing gar ments." Yet once you have wiggled your way into it, the girdle hugs you gently but surely and rolls off the ugly bulges. One of the most delight ful notes in a delightful season is the revival of taffeta petticoats, ruffles and all. You can't imagine how it sets one up to drift along in velvet or satin with that soft, gracious little rustle underneath. The new petticoats are beautifully fitted at the waist and hips, of course, and just burst into ruffles at the bottom. Taffeta is at its best under heavy folds of velvet and heavy folds of velvet are everywhere this year. Velvet has come back in hats and promises to be one of the leading fabrics for afternoon and evening gowns as well. Pearlie Powell has brought back a magnifi cent collection of velvet gowns for evening. If you don't feel like an empress or at least a young duchess in her simple dark green velvet with long sweeping lines almost touching the floor unbroken by trimming except for one classic brilliant pin, why — but you would. Velvets in black, green, or the glowing wine colors are chiefly represented here. Many of them are quite long to carry out the regal line, but frocks intended for dancing still remain ankle-length. Some of the coutourieres are eager to see a revival of the train, but I doubt if we'll drop that far into femininity. They tried in 1929 and were rebuffed, tried again in 1930 and had to give up, so that it looks as if we simply won't be altogether shackled. But, whenever a thing seems impossible (like wrenching us out of short skirts) , the Parisians whistle away till they do achieve their purpose. .T OR the extremely simple evening gowns of velvet or the new heavy mirror satins, fresh flower corsages are perfect decorations and very chic. Flowers are used more casually than of old, in loose clusters at the waist, strung along a shoulder strap or in a chain about the neck. They are worn in the hair again, too. The evening coiffure is nearly always decorated now, with flowers, with jeweled pins or feather ornaments. Field's French room shows some dazzling black and white effects for evening wear as well as the new autumn colors. Nothing ever displeases the supreme smartness of black and when it's done in a finely pleated net with a strong suggestion of the second Empire in its swirl towards the back and voluminous spreads at the ankles, it is certainly the answer to the picturesque maiden's prayer, I tell you. They also do an unusually appealing bit in white lace and satin, a confection for brides or want-to-be brides that's sure to melt any male heart. Evening slippers are still the simple pump or sandal dyed to match, but instead of dull fabrics, satin is used more extensively than for many seasons past. Elbow-length gloves will be seen as much as ever, but Field's show some new short evening gloves with jeweled bands on the cuffs that are pretty fetching. I he fitted waist and long flowing line is carried out in afternoon frocks which are quite long and "dressed-up" enough to be Sunday evening or cinema gowns at will. Pearlie Powell does one in black satin with white, whose long flowing sleeves are just the thing for graceful gestures at the tea table. She also combines black flat crepe with blue and black with bright French Colonial colors. The contrast idea is strong in Field's show ing, too, a light yoke and sleeves on a black or deep autumn colored dress and Field's have a smart little collection of sleeveless dresses with very short jackets in gay contrast colors. Sleeves are definitely important. They are of all lengths, and usually a puffed or wide-armed to give a broad shouldered effect, frequently fur-trimmed especially at the elbow. For after noon wear Field's and most of the leading shops advocate suede. I. Miller combines black suede interestingly with patent leather to make a stunning after noon pump and bag. One side of the slipper is in the suede and the other leather side swerves across the tip of the vamp in a graceful curve with the instep finished off in an effective lat tice-work decoration of suede and leather. The bag has a dashing line of the same lattice-work cutting off its suede from its leather half. Afternoons and evenings are rich and glow ing, sports and daytime dresses are brighter though well steeped in autumnal shades. Field's combine rich woodsy browns with rust or with green and use much Congo orange for dashes of color. The greens are as numerous as the shades of a forest but brilliant Irish green is one of the newest hues here. Very thin wools and roughish silks are popular and you will find some fascinating new Angoras at Powell's. There's a red Angora with casual short sleeves and huge buttons that should knock out at least one eye and a soft green tweed combined with chartreuse for the other eye. To wear without a coat in the first crisp days of fall Pearlie Powell has a handsome rough woolen dress in green trimmed with leopard and but tons everywhere. (Continued en page 70) A SWAGGER LEOPARD SPORT COAT WITH PATENT LEATHER BELT IDEALLY SUITED FOR WEAR DUR ING THE FOOTBALL SEASON; FROM REVILLON- FRERES. September, 1931 51 THINGS NEW AND OLD First Aid for Wedding Guests B y H i-: n r i k t 'i- a S c o t t UNUSUAL DESK SET OF WHITE AND GREEN JADE; FROM YAMA- NAKA. CLEVER NEW BEDSIDE LIGHT AND COMIC BOOKENDS; FROM TATMAN. STERLING SILVER LATTICE CAKE BASKET; FROM SPAULDING- GORHAM. LAMP OF ANTIQUE CHINESE CELA DON (15TH CENTURY); FROM YAMANAKA. GOLF CLUB SWIGGLE STICKS; LIGHTED READING GLASS; FROM TATMAN. 52 THE epidemic is on: first symp tom, a mild avalanche ol thick white envelopes. Second symp tom, a frantic buzzing in the brain. Third, a scurry through the shops characterized by the familiar haunted expression of the gift-hunter. The search for original ideas is on. But it should not be a difficult one this year. There are any number of items in the shops which won't be duplicated ad nausium and the prices — oh, la, the prices! It's about the best possible year for those gifts which look like a million dollars and yet don't commit a bear raid on your check book. If you are going in for the rare and lovely sort of gift you'll be amazed at the low cost of something old. Antiques which are sure not to be duplicated and which will always be treasured parts of the household are down to that old song in cost. AT YAMANAKA, for instance, you can find a collection of antique vases and bowls converted into lamp bases that would lend dis tinction to any type of interior. The fifteenth century celadon lamp illus trated is just one of an interesting group. The shade is the same trans lucent green of the celadon with traditional lotus flowers batiked on the fabric. Another fat lamp here is Chinese crackleware dating from 1400 and there is a magnificent eighth cen tury pottery lamp, all of them with harmonizing shades and exquisite little details like rose-quartz pulls and finials. They look — and are — muse um pieces, and yet several of them cost less than $200 all complete. Modern items at Yamanaka range from a few dollars to several hundred but all of them are quite exquisite. There are tiny jade cups for one thing. Eight or twelve make a gorge ous after-dinner coffee or before-din ner cocktail set and one alone is lovely for trinkets, pins or as an inkwell. There isn't anything more attractive than Oriental ware for desk fittings. One piece or a whole ensemble like that in the photograph makes a wel come gift. The inkwell here is of white jade on a green jade stand, shaped like an old incense burner. The jade pen rests on a little carved rooster holder. These Chinese carved animals are per fectly delightful in carnelian, jade, rose quartz, ivory, or in the less costly soapstone. A collection of them for purely decorative purposes is some thing splendid with which to plant beauty in the new home. Yamanaka has some new Peking glass bowls, among them several small ones on teakwood stands which are charming for unusual bonbon or nut dishes. And for the bride's gift to her attendants she would do well to look over the array of beautiful rose quartz, turquoise, jade and crystal necklaces. 1 HE something new or old, according to taste, is laid out in sumptuous variety at Tatman's. Among the very newest are the amus ing ash trays and book-ends, originals by Jean Falke, which should find a resting place in the smart modern apartment. There arc also clever little things like the set of Sheffield swigglc sticks, shaped like golf clubs which the bride might thoughtfully give to the groom or the groom to his attendants: a gay little bc'lboy carrying two suitcases with openings for two packages of cigarettes, ideal for the guest room: French lacquer cases holding three packages of cigarettes, a prcterence chest in miniature; gay old-fashioned enameled labels lor decanters; a green enameled box with a tiny golf ball knot which raises a tray of cigarettes; and a handsome set of tumblers in Crown Staffordshire porcelain in white bril liant with a colorful hunt, racing full tilt all over their surfaces. The famous Tatman collection of old things and fine reproductions of antiques should be surveyed by every prospective gift purchaser who wants to do something really handsome. There are absolutely magnificent Shef field candelabra with graceful twisted stems, and hundreds of other fine Sheffield pieces from exquisite little condiment sets to regal trays and bowls. For crystal-lovers, look at the charming old lamps and candelabra with their shimmering pendants and browse about in Tatman's Watcrford room with its fine specimens of com potes, bowls, plates and any number of unusual pieces. And for anyone at all is Tatman's practical new English reading glass, lighted by a little bulb in the handle so that you can consult your theatre program or opera score whenever you wish instead of after the act is over when you've forgotten what is was you wanted anyway. Decanters or a modern liqueur set are always wel come if they are really different. One can look to Von Lengerke and An- toine to produce something new and different just about every two weeks. I never saw such a place for novel drinking ideas. If your recipients are of the Crusading persuasion (and if they aren't why bother with them anyway?) VL6?A is your spot. We've told you before about those stunning Chicagoan highball glasses with a different skyscraper scene etched on each one, about the hand some beer glasses with their scenes from German breweries and about the bottoms-up cocktail glasses, but all of them are worth several repeats, and any of them are perfect wedding gifts. That milk can and tiny (not too tiny for a good drink, though) dippers of pewters make up a cocktail set that lends interest to the party too. To set up the household in thor oughly ship-shape fashion there is a new drinking set with its own tilt-top table, alcohol-proofed and decorated with a handsome ship riding the high seas. (Sorry about that pun, but it's really not bad for an unintentional one — ha!) The bottle, round and generous size, and the whole array of glasses — cocktail, old fashion, high ball — all are decorated with a ship design, and it will make a pretty proud bride and groom, yo-ho! yo-ho! SERVICE PLATE OF STERLING SIL VER TO BE HAD FROM SPAULDING- GORHAM. COCKTAIL SET AND LIQUOR SERV ICE; FROM VON LENGERKE AND ANTOINE. STERLING SILVER AFTER-DINNER COFFEE SET; FROM SPAULDING- GORHAM. JADE LAMPS, AND FLOWER BOWL WITH CARVED FLOWERS; FROM YAMANAKA. COMPLETE STERLING SILVER TEA SERVICE; FROM SPAULDING- GORHAM. The Chicagoan TO ISLANDS OF ENCHANTMENT Palms and Pirates, Bicycles and Poi By Lucia Lewis IT is a disease that may seize you at any un guarded moment. You see Pyle's Book of Pirates on a friend's table; you watch the neighbor's child struggling in a circle with his first bicycle; you catch a strain of limpid music that has something about Aloha in it. Any little thing like that, and the first thing you know a fierce nostalgia sweeps over you. A longing for lazy little islands seems to be buried somewhere in everyone's makeup, and it is a longing that is never completely satisfied. For one visit, or two, or more do not satisfy. One keeps remembering the way the brown backs of Hawaiian boys flashed in the sun as a parade of outriggers swept into the surf. The far-off tinkle of a bicycle bell and the gleam of a little red light coming towards one down a starlit Bermuda road. The fragrance of flowers tossed into one's path and the brilliance of smiles down the boulevards of Havana at carnival time. Josephine billowing in the sun at Martinique; Victoria pudgy over the square of Kingston. Islands doubly enchanting when a visit to them flashes through the drab grayness of a town winter. The town is not drab and blizzardy yet, of course, but it follows as January does December that there will be a new low in spirits by midwinter. There always is, unless one is foresighted enough to prepare for a brief respite of sun. Already the announcements come fluttering iii, cruises of all the West Indies by famous big ships, by freighters and fruiters with space for a few informal passengers, regular services from San Francisco and Los Angeles to Hawaii and brief pauses at the island by world circlers; weekly motorships and steamers from New York to Bermuda, air tours from Florida — the voyage to any of them is certainly easy and swift enough to fit into extremely crowded calendars. Even Hawaii, far off though it may seem, is speedily enough reached by boat trains and express liners to make a pleasurable vaca tion of as little as three weeks. The exciting winter season starts before Christmas and lasts through March. Regattas, native festivals, golf tournaments, swimming meets all add to the glories of a winter that should be all suf ficient unto itself. The Hawaiian trip is composed of water and song — with trimmings. Before one lands the tribe of native diving boys meet the ship like a school of brown fish. For a dime or a quarter one gets a dis play of diving skill that is hard to equal. It is said that more than ten thousand dollars a year are tossed into the ocean for the divers and I'd safely wager that they fish out at least nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety dol lars of it in their spectacular leaps. Farther down the beach one sees three or four outrig gers breasting the surf with magnificent sweeps of paddles, turning skillfully and shouting back on the crest of the wave in an informal race. It's a splendid resort for tender-feet as the native paddlers man the boats and the out rigger poles prevent the canoes from capsizing. One gets quite an authentic surfboard thrill, however, despite the lack of danger. When the canoes are rigged with sails which lift the craft high over the waves the sport is even more exciting. There is, of course, surfboarding and surf board paddling galore developed to a high art, and a great Hawaiian craze is surfboard polo. The players ride wooden horses in a definitely outlined field of water, with an inflated ball and good uprights ten yards apart, the game is fast and furious for players and spectators. And shell racing, yacht races, outboard races, all these and more keep the gently roll ing surf busy day and night. The beaches, from Wai- kiki to Kailua, are blessed spots of rest in the interims between the plunges into the warm sea. Even in fresh water Hawaiians and their guests swim, swim, swim. There's the nat ural water chute of Waipohee Falls down which enthusiastic bathers slip into a regular old swimming hole. But one doesn't have to be a fish to enjoy Hawaii. There's golf, with an enthusiastic welcome waiting at any one of a dozen clubs. There's magnificent motoring. There are steamer ride trips to the less fre quently visited islands in the group. There is fascinating delving into pagan history and weird tabus, moonlight native feasts, and an cient tribal dances as well as the latest dancing to steel guitars on (Continued on page 68) 53 Beauty FROM YOUR HEAD TO YOUR TOES . . . . THERE is joyous satisfaction — and real economy — in finding each perfect beauty aid you need, under one roof. This is the distinctive service which Helena Rubinstein offers every phase of your beauty through her Salon Complete. YOUR FACE is given treatments created just for you — treatments def initely designed to correct individ' ual imperfections. Even one of the special After - Summer Treatments will work wonders for your eyes, your contour, the whole tone and texture of your skin! YOUR HAIR will derive new life, new youth from Helena Rubin- tein's scientific scalp treatments. And you yourself will gain new grace and distinction from the personality coiffures for which the Salon is noted. YOUR BODY— Too fat in sports? Too thin? Just right? 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We can't push back the tide of fashion, so the only possible escape is to keep a few steps ahead of it by leaping to the hairdresser who has already heard the noise about new hats. He lies in wait to snicker- snack, to fuss, to curl the feminine head into beauty. Among the headmasters two of the leaders, Antoine of Paris and Semon, have already worked out new and fascinating styles which are being interpreted for individuals here by their representatives in Chicago. Delgard, with Semon at the Dorothy Gray salon, does really beautiful things with the new coiffure as does Pierre with Antoine at Saks Fifth Avenue. In their new hairdresses the top of the head remains sleek and flatly waved with action concentrated on the left side (which is largely exposed by the down- over-the-right-eyebrow effect) and in back. If you have good little flat ears the wave is drawn back off the left ear or just across the top of it and an ear-ring completes the attractive design. If your ears are better covered the wave is saftly pulled over them though the backward sweep starts higher up than it used to in order to avoid a long, out-of -proportion mop of hair under a tiny hat. Antoine is advocating a bit of a dip again on the forehead, or tiny little curls, to avoid the egg effect. There will be a profusion of curls and ringlets and puffs, but most of them will be well towards the back. Delgard has made an exhaustive study of the hairdresses in favor during the time of the Empress Eugenie and has modified them de lightfully to harmonize with the new hats af ter her period. She and her ladies all fluttered with curls over the ears and down the neck while the front of their hairdress was serene HUDNUT COMPACT. and smooth; this style in a modernized version is lovely with the little tilted afternoon hats or with decorations in the evening. Oh, yes, there will be a wave of decorative effects in the evening. Brilliant pins and combs slant ing across half the head to hold back a mass of curls. Several of the hairdressers even pre dict feather ornaments and a revival of the aigrette. For daytime wear the effect is more simple, of course, but similar in line. Antoine is bobbing hair in Paris though not extremely short or boyish at all. The cut ends arc grace fully curled at the back or swirled flatly across to the side. Long hair is crossed and pinned flatly too if it is not curled, as the little knot is pretty incongruous bobbing out under the high perched hat, while the roll is fairly stale by this time. All these effects require either naturally curly hair or a permanent, the permanent very soft and wide — just a whispering wave not a roaring one. Before you have your fall per manent it would be well to take stock of your hair condition as no matter how fine the wave it cannot be beautiful on dry or poor hair. The sun and water and climatic changes of sum mer have a strong tendency to dry and fade hair. Several weeks or a month before a per manent weekly oil treatments and daily mas sage with a tonic or pomade that restores the oil to the hair will revive the oil glands and counteract any possible drying effect of the permanent. Semon (at the Dorothy Gray salon) has a splendid shampoo treatment to remove dandruff and those fine little white scales so frequently present in extremely dry hair. This following a warm oil massage and followed by a brisk finishing lotion does more to restore the waning self-respect than any thing I have tried. Their new permanent wave machines are marvels too. Your hair isn't screwed up so tightly that every nerve in your body shrieks and the waving itself is quite cool and fast. I have also seen many heads of hair waved at Saks and even an hour after the wave the effect is so soft and lus trous that one would easily wager there was a head that had never rested under a perma nent waving machine. The finishing lotion after a shampoo is a requisite of good grooming which no fastidious beauty neglects. Nearly all the good salons in town administer it — if you don't see it, ask. Both Guerlain and Houbigant provide the salons with exquisite lotions in individual flavors. The lotion is poured on your still damp hair after a shampoo and rubbed thor oughly into the scalp. It tones up the hair cells and brings out the natural sheen of the hair while it softens its texture so that it is much more pliable and easy to set in waves. It is not a curling lotion, however, but a thin fluid with not a hint of stickiness in it. The hair dries faster after an application of finish ing lotion, and is very, very delicately per fumed for weeks after. 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Canal St. Roosevelt 2920 September, 1931 57 has always kept the best of company SINCE long before the days of "brown stone fronts" to the era of living in sky-houses, Chickering pianos have been found in homes of culture. . . . Sold ex clusively in Chicago at Lyon & Healy's. upward $ from 1095 Convenient Terms LYON & HEALY Wabash Ave. at Jackson Blvd. Distingu ished Enduring Direct Y Y / A fastidious approach and an intimate address to the smart Chicago market are obtainable exclusively in the pages of THE CHICAGOAN. THE RETURN OF PETER IBBETSON Second Thoughts 071 the Hit of the Summer {Begin on page 43) by inspired musical composition. On the other hand the score con tains many passages that arc forceful and logical. The off'Stage choruses, intoning gently or sturdily the meas ures of old French songs, reveal Tay lor's fine skill as a choral writer. These combined voices clothe the dream in shimmering vestments. That the tunes, garbed in the tasteful har monies of a skilful editor and ar ranger, stand out as the best themes in the score, is just a bit of unfor tunate irony. The meeting of Peter and Major Duquesnois belongs on the credit side of the musical ledger. The wistful andante of the Major's entrance rises slowly and tenderly in stirring amplification as, later, the Major recalls the beloved garden in Passy. The waltz that threads its way through the first act sticks in the head a long time. The sharply dissonant chords that punctuate the scene of the murder constitute excel lent theatre. The somber basso osti- nato prevailing throughout the scene in the Chaplain's room at Newgate serves as a firm support upon which to attach the conversation of minis- trant and condemned man. Its re semblance to the clanging bells of Montsalvat is not important for, thank God, Ibbetson is no Parsifal. 1 he best, then, that can be said about Taylor's score is that it is practically always adequate, never unpleasantly intrusive, and that it boasts occasional flights that are quite powerful. The worst has al ready been said by those who hint that they were so possessed by Du Maurier that they forgot all about violins and horns. Whatever else, it is certain that Taylor is the first American who ever looked inside a theatre before trying to write a grand opera. His box-offices remind us cogently that he has revealed himself as an American who can write a good show, a fellow who may turn out his yearly hits like any Jerome Kern or George Kaufman. And, con sidering the hazards in his particular field of endeavor, that's saying a mouthful. It is front page musical news, indeed, when an intelligent American invades the musty Metro politan and pushes the interminable William Tells and <Traviatas out of the limelight. One is tempted to speculate what a Deems Taylor might be if music were vitally important in America instead of so much aesthetic frosting. The operas of Verdi, another show man, by the way, were all tangled up with a nation's distaste for monarchy. Wagner, the colossal mountebank of Bayreuth, breathed fiery political propaganda through the nostrils of his dragons and heroes. Taylor sings, perforce, of unfaithful hench men and of Victorian England. Lit tle wonder that he finds no food for musical thought in Sinclair greasing palaces or yo-yos. The manifest dif ficulty of translating America into operatic semiquavers may force him into the embrace of Trilby. It would certainly be a logical sequitur and very tempting to a gentleman who has found merited glory in the pages of Peter Ibbetson. For one act Trilby would classify as an artist's model who sings off pitch, surely not a dif ficult assignment for many sopranos I know. At any rate the public would like its Du Maurier again. And Taylor is their man. An intel ligent, a man of wide literary and musical experience, he will no doubt ring the bell every time. He may be only a good craftsman, a musician with a strong sense of theatre, but these qualifications are enough. After all you can't have everything very often. Wax-Works THE bristling and bellicose Ignaz Friedman, last honcst-to-goodness pupil of Liszt, plays magnificently twelve Mazurkas of Chopin. Fried man knows they are dances but he is not afraid to use plenty of rubato or to take occasional liberties with dynamics. The reproduction is good, but piano records can still be im proved. That faint banjo twang per sists. An excellent set, nevertheless, and necessary for the Chopin col lector. (Columbia) For those who cannot afford the expensive Gilbert and Sullivan col lections here are gems from Pinafore on double disc. The Columbia Light Opera Company officiates very pleas antly. (Columbia) The Schuberts arc going to import Lehar's Land of Smiles this season. Maybe it's high time we get Lehar- conscious again. He's a bigger and better man since the Merry Widou;. Dajos Bela and his concert orchestra record the waltzes from the Count of Luxembourg. They are smooth and better than the Johann Strauss on the other side of the disc. (Co lumbia) Distinguished release of the month is RousseTs Le Festin de L ' Araignee, a ballet pantomime for orchestra based, no fooling, on an entomolog ical treatise by Henri Fabre. The Spider's Feast is familiar ballet music to those who frequent Orchestra Hall. Roussel's music hums and buzzes con vincingly and makes clever use of the modern French idiom. The orches tra is Walter Straram's. (Columbia) Stokowski gently announces the tall season with two mild recordings, an 18th century Dance of Haydn and the familiar Minuet of Haydn. Both are treated in chamber style and with clarity and distinction. He will prob ably turn his orchestra loo?e on us later. (Victor) The G Minor Sym phony of Mozart, almost everybody's favorite, has been made by the Chi cago Symphony and Frederick Stock. It hasn't come in for review yet un fortunately, but it should be a dis tinctive addition to the Victor cata logue. John McCormack, still stopping on the high ones, sings a couple about an Irish emigrant and the short cut to the roses. Tripe. (Victor) To complete the highbrow list Edith Lorand, an excellent violiniste, does the Falla-Kreislcr Spanish Dance. An unusual one to add to the violin literature which seems to get thinner and thinner every year. On the other side is something broad and doleful by Suk called Un Poco Triste. Worth it for the Falla. (Columbia) In the popular field The Revelers contribute Dancing in the Dar\ and the Yuba-Rumba-Tuba song with fancy vocal embellishments. The apotheosis of the barber shop. (Vic tor) Terence Casey, somebody's gift to a movie palace, does a series of Rustiques on the geciant pipe organ. 58 The Chicagoan u w w RARER Than The Rarest GEM So rare, indeed, that production is limited to only three hundred and fifty each year. But even more than quan tity, the Bauer is rare in its tonal beauty, in its masterful craftsmanship, in its superb capacity for inspiration. Here, indeed, is an instrument that blends all the piano skill of the ages. Don't deny yourself the pleasure of a Bauer any longer. Fifteen Hundred Seventy-Five Dollars WuRLlIZER 329 S. Wabash CI4ICAGOAN 407 South Dearborn street, Chicago, Illinois One year $5 Two years $8 Three years $10 Gentlemen: I enclose the indicated amount, for which please mail The Chicagoan each month to the address given below. (Signature) (Street address) (City) (State) September, 1931 It's very new! This little Howard 5 foot grand, in the fashionable ebony finish. With a piano in your home, you create a perfect atmosphere . . . especially when the piano is this little Howard, *" 'Baldwin' Built:1 This charming little instrument really en' hances the size of your room instead of robbing it of space. » The newest o< its kind . . s . . tonally beautiful . . de tive . . and priced at $685.°° Ravinia Opera Artist Pianos Baldwin offers the planus used by Ilori, Johnson, etc These instruments were new a few weeks ago and will be autographed by the artist by whom they were used. Imagine owning the instrument selected by your favorite opera star. A small deposit will hold the instrument of your choice for delivery at the close of the Ravinia opera season. The regular retail price of these Baldwin Baby Grands was 81, -ISO, now SI, 1+5. THE BALDWIN PIANO COMPANY 323 South Wabash Avenue BOOKS OF AUGUST The Harper Prize for 1931-32 B v Susan \V i i. is u k THE Harper prize is not the largest. Nor is it the most spec tacular in its ramifications. And it is not necessarily for a first novel. Nonetheless ever since it was first awarded, back in 1922, it has been developing a cachet all its own. Hard to believe now that this one prize should have given three such different authors as Anne Parrish, Glenway Wcscott, and Julian Green their wider American audience. This year, for the second time in its life, it goes to a first novel. Brothers in the West by Robert Rey nolds, is not exactly my favorite sort of novel, and it may not be yours. But you can't read it without feeling that Harpers have undoubtedly got something again. Outwardly it is a realistic excerpt from the events that befell gold-sifters, trappers, ranchers, and other wild westerners of approx imately civil war times. But in mood and in proportions it approaches Paul Bunyan. Two huge brothers, red bearded Charles and black-haired David, sprung from no assignable parents. Their adventures include everything elemental from tornadoes to cave-man love. And everything western from promiscuous shooting down to sod houses. Sensational tragedy. Boister ous comedy. While the theme itself takes on the quality of legend. Two brothers in love with the same woman. The one who doesn't get her loving her more than the one who does. But without rivalry. The threat ened rift being not this, but Karin's longing for a child. Ten, perhaps twenty years go by. You confidently expect that she will die having it. But Mr. Reynolds being himself the father of two children knows better. It is not the birth of a child but the anxieties caused by the adventurous- ness of age twelve or so that polish a mother off. But the loss of Karin only brings the brothers closer than the having of her had done. Inheriting money has generally speaking one very great drawback. You get the money in ex change for somebody. But suppose a man you never heard of left you a million. That is what happens to ten people in Robert Andrews's new novel Wind fall. Ten extremely assorted peo ple: they include a prostitute, a mur derer, a prize fighter and a man who had, just barely had, a million already. It is not a story with a moral, and yet there is something almost sociolog ical about the way those millions seem to suck the meaning out of things. Out of a struggling poet's struggle. Or the pretty deathbed scene where a father passes on, as the result of a lifetime, four thousand dollars, a shoe store, and his business prin ciples. And the trouble is that be tween the before — which in each case is a thousand and first afternoon — and the after, which is figured out with an unanswerable fidelity to the psychology of the character as orig inally laid down, you can't very well help believing what the author says. Incidentally, not only the point of departure but each succeeding episode is by way of being front page stuff. In other words, this is an a-number- onc newspaper man's story. As a lawyer's daughter, however, I wish Mr. Andrews had explained about the checks going out twenty-two days after the eccentric multimillionaire's death. Beginners Luck by Emily Hahn has its background in common with Starry Adventure by Mary Austin. The Sangre de Cristo mountains, atmosphere, Indians. And both books make it plain that there is something about New Mexico. Miss Austin's boy hero sees God, and Miss Hahn's sixteen-year-old one dashes each morning for Santa Fe in mortal dread of missing something. But there the likeness ends. What ever the adventure Miss Hahn may purvey it is certainly not starry. And far from being a permanent resident's book, hers is par excellence a trip per's. The human ingredients being two girls with courier jobs, a taxi driver who shares quarters with a youth whose distinguishing charac teristic is a reputation for the desire to paint, and a boy who has been put out of one school and for whom there now yawn, only two months off, the gates of another school which guar antees to "understand" him. Writh a background of those who for better or for worse really paint, or have tuberculosis, or money, or give other people tea. In other words Begin ners Luc\ is good scenery, good cynicism, good younger generation, and approximates perpetual motion. But don't ask me what connection it has with Sedactio ad Absurdum. N. B.: The dedication is to a local boy: Mitche'l Dawson. Tor some reason, back in 1928, I missed reading A Lantern in Her Hand, by Bess Streeter Aldrich. It may have been the title. In any case I have never heard the end of it. Now, however, being compelled to tell you whether A White Bird Flying is better, worse, or just as good, I have laid hold of a copy. This copy conies from the thirty-ninth large printing. I don't quite know what a large printing is: but I do know that a small one is anything this side five thousand. The new book, however, turns out to be none of the three. On the contrary, it is a sequel. It carries on the story of twelve-year-old Laura and the other survivors of Grandma Abbie Deal — whose first eighty years were the subject of the earlier volume. As observation these two books are undoubtedly as good pioneer Nebraska and third generation Ne braska as Rolvaag is pioneer Minne sota and third generation Minnesota. And they have the quality of being very small and human as well. In each, however, the theme as a theme rings a trifle old-fashioned: love versus ambition in a woman's heart: the possibility of fame being made to appear as concrete as a proposal of marriage. ./Are you susceptible to picture puzzles? It is said that the daughter of Llewellyn Jones once re- The Chicagoan The Robert W. Irwin Company is now affil iated with Cooper-Williams, Inc., of Boston. Additional showrooms are located at: 385 Madison Ave., Hew York; 495 Albany St., Boston; Michigan Theater Bldg,., Detroit; 2124 H- Prospect Ave., Milwaukee; and 23 Summer Ave., Grand Rapids. V Ideally located on Fifth Avenue at the entrance to Central Park, The Plaza and The Savoy- Plaza offer the highest standards of hos pitality. .. every thing to make eautiful Furniture These factory wholesale showrooms are main tained for the benefit of dealers and their cus tomers who are interested in fine furniture. On display is one of the largest and most com prehensive exhibitions of period adaptations, reproductions of historic antiques and custom- made productions in the middle west, and every one concerned in the furnishing of fine homes is invited to inspect this extensive array of groups and charming individual pieces. While in no sense a retail store, purchases may be arranged through legitimate retail outlets. 608 £>outl) jWtcfngau pibb. Pair of very rare old English Sheffield Wine Coolers in Gadroon and Oak Leaf Design. Made Circa 1800. Price $300.00 Pr. A VERY FINE COLLECTION OF OLD AND MODERN CHINA, CRYSTAL, SHEFFIELD, LAMPS AND FURNITURE TATMAN 625 N. Michigan Ave. CHICAGO, ILL. 517 Davis Street EVANSTON, ILL. September, 1931 61 R resenting The A/ew Foster Shoe // for the Autumn of 1931 yALEXIS // From the V ictorian Era comes the inspiration for a new and distinctive type of shoe — The ALEXIS — an orisinal and exclusive foster Production. The name of the new shoe is that of a favorite pump of the late Dowager Queen Alexandra (then The Princess of V/ales)and the younger ladies of Queen Victoria's Court. In distinctive smartness the7 ALEXIS 'is comparable to the Colonial, an earlier foster Origination. The new Foster ALEXIS is produced in Black or Brown Calf- Black, Brown, Cjrrey or Green Suede and Patent Leather. The price is tpl2.50 EE. Fc oster SC Company 115 NfortK WatasK Avenue Evanstorv Oak Park, 7°5o So. Shore Drivc/ 519 Divcrscy Parkway 407 South Dearborn street Chicago, Illinois GENTLEMEN: Kindly send my copy of THE CHICAGOAN to the address given below during the months of (Signature) (J\[ew address) _. (Old address) ceived so intricate a one for her birth day that he — not she — was compelled to consult an oculist. If so, you wiil find an undoubted fascination in The Rediscovery of the Frontier by Percy Holmes Boynton. This book is con cerned with works of fiction, biog raphy, and criticism that we have all read : Willa Cather, Rolvaag, Hamlin Garland, Van Wyck Brooks, and so on, and it is irresistible the way Pro fessor Boynton makes them all fit together. Mr. Boynton being further more one of those professors who have learned that a neat epigram now and again goes far toward keeping classes awake. Another University of Chicago pro fessor who has learned to produce insomnia is Philip Schuyler Allen of the German literature department. Though unless you have already seen his Romanesque Lyric it may take you a chapter or two to get going on his new "Medieval Latin Lyrics. Which is in some respects as recondite a book as I have seen. That paragraph for instance, on first century German lyrics which, as he mildly puts it, the ear of man has not heard. But what with an occasional rather daring wise crack, an undulation of prose which keeps you afloat something as Sir Thomas Browne does, and an occa sional verse translation by Howard Mumford Jones, you could undoubt edly spend a late August or early September day worse than by brows ing with him in early German and Latin minnesong, Caroligian lyrics, and the ditties of wandering goliards. Little by little, through the rumble of Capital's dis satisfaction with the way affairs have been going since Diaz, we are begin ning to hear other things about Mex ico. Things that we might never have heard if the wheels had con tinued to run smoothly for North American investors in oil and silver, and if Mexico City and its hinterland had continued to be the safest place in the world for tourists. Things, that is, that might never have hap pened. Lindbergh might to be sure have discovered Aztec ruins. And some nice firm dictator might even have seen their possibilities and had them all excavated by now, a la Mussolini. What has actually hap pened, since the foreignistic lid was removed, is, however, infinitely more spectacular. The Aztec race unbot- tling itself so to speak. And not, apparently, having gone flat in the four centuries since Montezuma. So far, of course, these matters have reached Chicago only as inklings. That is, one of those ravishing new Mexican juveniles is by a Chicago author — even if the name Zhenya Gay would not quite find her in the telephone book. Mary Dickerson Donahey never mentions her un- Diogenes-like barrel nowadays: it is always Yucatan. While some of his colleagues were spending their time worse, writing books about gold coasts and slums, Robert Redfield anthro- pologized the free Aztec village of Tepozlan. And so on. Oh ado ws on the Roc\, by Willa Cather, is whatever you choose to call it. A book which captures the air and the color of old Quebec. A slice of French history beginning with the year 1697. An archaeological piece which so recon structs a bygone era as to give the very bustle of life to it. Free, how ever, from those theatrical happenings commonly thought proper to historical fiction. Strange, but the death of Frontenac gains rather than loses in drama by being kept life size. And whatever else it may be it is also an essay in living. An apothe cary — with touches of modern wis dom like the doctor in R.v R. — and his little daughter, hold the center of the stage. Although they feel a certain melan choly when Paris departs with the last boats in October, they nonetheless manage a fairly Parisian life unaided, what with the plush sofa the count had let them bring, the six dozen wood pigeons put up in lard for the winter, and lettuces kept growing in their basement. In other words, you can see how this father and daughter would contrive some sort of leisure and luxury even in the machine age. But Cecile's well-being extends be yond wood-pigeons and clean sheets to the friends and the festivals of a beautiful and to her unphilosophized religion, and the pleasant reverbera tions that come from a settled habit of doing good deeds. Cecile and her father being however a sort of shel tered valley among lives which are lived in a more rugged and more ex posed fashion, Frontenac and the old bishop, on the one hand, and those trappers and voyageurs to whom an Indian dog cooked in a dirty pot could sometimes taste sweet. Do we ever read Cranford in Chicago? Personally I can't remember ever having seen a copy farther west than Boston. How ever, my real reasons for recommend ing Elizabeth Haldane's book about Mrs. Gas\ell and Her Friends still hold whether you know Cranford or not. You will want it as a footnote to Strachey. The chapters on Flor ence Nightingale and Charlotte Bronte give not only a new slant but actual new material in the form of hitherto unprinted letters. And you will want it — or not want it, as the case may be — as a Vic torian proof of Mary Roberts Rine- hart's formula as set forth last Janu ary in My Life. Namely: be pretty, marry young, keep house violently, have a large family, and plenty of social obligations, urge your husband and children to interrupt you as often as possible, and before you know it you will be a successful woman novelist. To be sure, Mrs. Gaskell lived in an era when a husband had the right to pocket his wife's literary checks if he saw them first. That she must in later life have got around this disability is shown however by the fact that she died putting in order a country house which she had bought to surprise him. Let us pass over Daphne du Maurier's age, and the fact that she is descended from Gerald du Maurier the actor and from Peter Ibbetson. It would be too bad to let things of this sort keep you from reading The Loving Spirit. Which may or may not be like Emily Bronte, in spite of Rebecca West and the chapter mottoes. But which is at least one of the most unusual ver tical novels I have ever read. And if you are still thinking of the author's age, you will be no less surprised by the texture than by the pattern. The sea moods may be proper to youth, but Miss du Maurier does equally well the rigors of a Vic torian boarding house in London, and when her tale brings her down to the war years, her quite literal prob ing of the psychology of loss, in terms of small everyday matters, goes ex tremely deep. 62 The Chicagoan America's Most Beautiful AII~Year Resort I "e (rreenbrier A and Cottages "White Sulphur Springs "West 'Virgin! a L.R. 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Winn Executive Director C. Bruce Head General Manager September, 1931 63 JACQUES qYATHEAVE/v^ fl Bl iter CLll ££tt lg)@ ZSZNNOUNCING .... T7z<2 Opening of OUR NEW MEZZANINE SHOP Created with an idea toward keep' ing in tune with the times for modes of characteristic Jacques style and quality at moderate prices. New Fall Fashions now awaiting your selection at two special prices *35 «»d $55 Modes custom-tailored or ready to put on 545 Michigan Avenue, North PIERCE ARROW OFFERS THE CLUB BERLINE FOR FIVE PASSENGERS, IN A CLOSE-COUPLED BODY, BUT WITH AMPLE ROOM FRONT AND REAR. THE NEW CARS What They're Doing in Motordom B v Clay P> u r cess CHICAGO The Opportunity City of 1931 The CHICAGOAN The Opportunity Magazine of 1931 JUST in case you shouldn't recog nize the white Nash sedan that is the Official Guest car, Col. Gaw's chariot, its license number is 1-400-000 .... Packard has just completed six cars for King Alexander I of Yugoslavia. (One was pictured in our August issue.) They will be shipped shortly to Belgrade where they will take their place with four teen other Packards in the royal garage .... Peter De Paolo, who will be remembered as one of the most spectacular race drivers of the mod ern school, has rejoined De Soto's sales staff. Body colors introduced in Stude- baker's "Carnival of Color" style show were varied and interesting. For example, bodies of Limousine Blue or Danube Blue, Seal Brown, Totem Beige, Granite Gray, Absinthe Green, Royal Mulberry provide a choice of Maroon, Cedar or Studio Gray belt mouldings, Silver, Gold or Vermillion Striping and wheels of Bronze, Gray or Cardinal .... Two University of Michigan engineering professors after riding in the new Plymouth (floating power) Four de clared emphatically that the car was an eight, because of its riding ease, lack of vibration and body rimble. They had to be shown before they were convinced. Oix American auto mobiles out of a total of 348 cars entered won first prizes at the Con- cours d' Elegance en Automobile held recently near the Cascade in the Bois de Boulogne. Three of these prize winners were Cord front drives, one an Auburn, one a Cadillac and an other a Buick. The motor review was restricted to women drivers .... Dodge Brothers announce the addi tion of three new De Luxe models to their line of six and eight cylinder passenger cars — a five-passenger coupe on the new Dodge eight chassis and two roadsters, available on the Six and Eight chassis .... Nash's new synchro-shilt-satety free wheeling con- THE TOWN SEDAN IS A NOTABLE EXPRESSION OF HUPMOBILE ARTISTRY. TRIM AND RAKISH, THIS EIGHT IS, ALSO, DIGNIFIED AND LUXURIOUS. 64 The Chicagoan WE particularly welcome outsiders who desire to entertain here. Name the Bel mont as the rendezvous for your next luncheon, tea or bridge party and we'll make you feel as if you owned the hotel. All kinds of attractive lounges and private rooms. And as for weddings, banquets and large functions the Bel mont staff endow them with a Continental air unmatched elsewhere in Chicago. REGULAR TABLE D'HOTE DINNER INCLUDING SUNDAYS $1.50 HOTEL B. B. WILSON, Resident Manager Single and double rooms with bath. Suites of 2 to 4 rooms, with or without kitchenette SHERIDAN ROAD AT BELMONT HARBOR Bittersweet 21 00 15 MINUTES FROM THE LOOP A whispered word to certain Chicago Families WITH the Winter .Season rapidly ap proaching, what, may we ask, are your plans ? We offer a suggestion : This year, instead of burdening yourself with the care and cost of house or apartment — come to The Lake Shore Drive and spend the inclement months in effortless luxury in this most exclusive, most pleasantly located hotel. The Lake Shore Drive has always enjoyed, especially in Winter, the patronage of Chi cago's best families. Our beautifully fur nished apartments, unequalled in the city, have, in many cases, been newly decorated and refinished. A limited number of arrange ments of from two to four rooms or more are now available, either with or without pri vate dining facilities. Our service and cuisine are rigidly maintained at the highest continen tal standards to suit an exacting clientele, yet our tariffs are in tune with the times. You will like the atmosphere, convenience and accessibility of The Lake Shore Drive. May we show you several suites ? In addition to dinner ala carte, we are featur ing a Pre-theatre Dinner $2.00, and a Special Luncheon $1.25. Lake Shore Drive Hotel 181 Lake Shore Drive, Chicago William A. P>n;scm:R, Manager Late Manager, Ritz-Carlton, Boston Ritz-Carlton, Nczv York s EPTEMBER, 193] 65 Come to Lamp Headquarters for a wide selec tion of the Fall styles. Here are many new and interesting designs, in the modern trend, that will harmonize with any interior for years of useful ness • . . priced down to present levels, notwith standing their fine Quality and deft handiwork. E COMMONWEALTH EDISON C* LECTRIC SHOPO 72 ^^est Adams Street, and Branches H Read Why They Dance By BEN BERNIE The Old Maestro' s own sage anal ysis of the Terpsichorean urge, writ ten in his gayest microphone manner and keenly scored as a Gershzvin rhythm, in the October issue of The CHICAGOAN 95 THE LINES OF LINCOLN S THREE-WINDOW TOWN SEDAN, WITH A WIL- LOUGHBY BODY, IMMEDIATELY SUGGEST SWIFT, EASY POWER. sists of an over-rolling or one-way clutch mechanism which transmits power while being rotated in one direction, but rolls free when its direction is reversed. Ruggedly built, exhaustive tests have proved that the drive's rugged strength is more than equal to the greatest driving strains that can be placed upon it. To speed up delivery of the Daily 0\lahoman and City Times the Okla homa Publishing Company has just taken delivery of sixteen Dodge trucks. In addition to distributing newspapers the trucks will also carry U. S. mail and distribute films throughout the state for large motion picture companies .... One of those venerable old-time cars which remind you that this automobile in dustry is no longer young recently rolled up to the Chevrolet head quarters in Detroit. Mr. and Mrs. T. J. Finerty of San Antonio got out of their 1916 Chevrolet "Royal Mail" roadster, purchased by them in that year and in their continuous service since that time. The engine bears the serial number 11,823, while a few weeks ago the eight millionth product or the company came off the assembly lines .... A new convertible sedan designed by Le Baron has been an nounced as an addition to the Chrys ler Imperial Eight line of motor cars. This model includes six wire or six demountable wood wheels with two spare wheels mounted in front fender wells, trunk rack, bumpers and top boot. Cord recently shipped one of its front drive Phaeton Sedans to the Honorable Rafael L. Truyillo, President of the Dominican Republic. The car was finished with body, fenders and chassis in cat's eye gray: raised portions and fender edges in wood-smoke green; with striping in the same color and wire wheels in the same gray .... To every person in jured 75,000 persons are carried safely on common carrier bus lines and more than 1,500,000 children are depen dent upon school buses in the United States .... "Old Scout" the curved dash Oldsmobile which won the first transcontinental automobile race in 1905, is now en route retracing its trail in the famous race twenty-six years ago. It is being driven by Dwight B. Huss, the same man who drove it to victory then. It has but one cylinder, hand throttle and spark lever, "coffee-grinder" starting handle at the side and a curved dash . . . . Hupp officials and engineers have decided that American motorists buy new cars incorporating new changes in design or appearance only when such innovations appeal to one or more of their physical senses. THE DE VAUX SEDAN WITH ITS FAMOUS SIX CYLINDER HALL MOTOR AND SMART BODY BUILT TO "CUSTOM TYPE" STANDARDS. The Chicagoan HOME SUITE HOME Field Houses and Town Houses B y R u t h G. B v. r c, m a n MAYBE it was mid-summer mad ness; probably it was business acumen; at any rate, the build ing industry recently began to show signs — slight but definite — of regain ing some of its old popularity. July made a better showing than June in the way of building operations; when last heard from August was coming along strong and prospects for Sep tember were good. Since work usually falls off during the dog days such a reversal of form is a doubly signifi cant omen. Nor is this vaunted in crease the product of my imagination or synthetic optimism but a matter of statistics. And while I know that figures can lie as well as George Washington still these have come from so many and such reliable sources that they have become con vincing by sheer repetition. In the Chicago area the suburbs came to the aid of their country with a pronounced acceleration in residen tial building. Berwyn and Cicero lead the big parade with increases of 505 per cent over last year. Evanston plunged to the extent of a 315 per cent gain and Glen Ellyn came across with 126 per cent more building than was shown in a corresponding period in 1930. And as you have probably observed in your travels, many other adjacent communities have again be gun to sprout Georgian country houses, Swiss chalets, French villas and Sears Roebuck bungalows. For these and other reasons busi ness diagnosticians are still brave enough to state the belief that the crisis is passed and that the patient should recover rapidly. E. M. Craig, secretary and manager of the Build ing Construction Employers Associa tion, gives as evidence to support this opinion a number of impressive proj ects for which contracts have been awarded. The trifling sum of eleven million dollars is the amount of the general contract for the new Field Building. This should not be con fused with the field house at the Uni versity of Chicago or the four little field houses being erected by the South Park Commissioners. The first men tioned Field is capitalized (I am referring now to punctuation) and is familiarly associated with the prefix "Marshall." It will be a tower of office space at La Salle, Adams and Clark Streets. 1 he field house ad joining Stagg Field is rapidly becom ing one of the major adornments of University Avenue which for years has displayed a number of excellent examples of campus gothic. The building, which is scheduled for completion before the first of Janu ary, will contain lockers, showers, supply rooms, offices, an eight-lap track and a basketball floor, not to mention an optimistic allowance of space for spectators. The architects are Holabird and Root, associated with Emery B. Jackson. The other four field houses men tioned above will be located in Mar quette, Foster and the James R. Mann park and at Eighty-third Street and Kimbark Avenue. In building them the South Park Commissioners are contributing more than a million dol lars to the causes of social welfare and unemployment relief. The Hum boldt Station of the Commonwealth Edison Company and the Glenview race track and buildings add approx imately a million dollars each to swell the total amount of building contracts recently awarded. A variety of other buildings for which bids have been taken do their considerable bit. Of course the twenty-one million dollar post office tends to make everything else seem insignificant, but if the total of all our million dollar contracts looks like only a drop in the bucket, why our bucket is just too large and we had better get a smaller one. t1 ROM the investor's point of view real estate still has its charms. Those who have stopped wringing their hands long enough to make a few sober calculations with paper and pencil have found out that they might have done far worse if they had put their money in stocks instead of realty. The typical stock investor, according to one authority, has lost two-thirds of his investment, the typical real estate investor has re tained two-thirds. If this isn't a good time to build, then most experts are wrong and had better retire from the business of prognostication. Construction costs are ten to twenty per cent less than they were a year ago and money rates also are lower. As long as work is slack the most efficient labor is avail able and the builder is assured punc tual delivery of materials. The architect, also, has more time than formerly to study his problem. Better workmanship for less money is a bargain that certainly is not likely to come more than once in a lifetime. Frank S. Swan offers to effect fur ther economies in residential building with a house which can be built in twenty-one working days. The trick is performed by assembling the house rather than building it. Pre-cast stone for the exterior walls and steel roof trusses are delivered to the job and in six and a half hours they can be set. The partition studs are steel and all interior trim is metal. The fact that these accessories are fabricated away from the job means a saving in time and the difference in cost be tween factory labor and field labor. Government statistics show that in the average house sixty per cent of the cost is apportioned to labor and forty per cent to materials. The Swan method cuts the labor cost to twenty- five per cent. Since this leaves a very big surplus for materials it is not surprising to find that the resi dence is a very substantial specimen, fireproof and tornado proof and capable of putting up a strong resist- ence against heat and cold. The latest edition of this house has recently been introduced in Wheaton. In the fall, apparently, a married man's fancy turns, not lightly, to thoughts of a warm fireside. At present these hearths are not local ized in towering co-operatives and apartment hotels as of yore. 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You Will Like It! ?JPST WON PER.PU I. FOOP~3 ON MADISON ST. Couthoui For Tickets * y y Offices in All Leading Hotels and in the Smart Clubs (Begin on page 44) months to packed houses. The answer must be that even in these ribald times there are thousands with a nostalgia for the manifestations of respectability and willing to make but slight demands on the purveyors of sweetness and light. As for Salt Water, it is not so good as Tour Uncle Dudley, but still better than many enterprises which have paid rent for month after month at the Playhouse and the Cort The aters. Its setting on Long Island Sound among the ferry-boat descend ants of hardy old sea captains is more novel than the usual locale of "A Midwestern City"; its complications are mildly risible; its interpretation is worthy of the material, and in the case of Taylor Holmes rather more than worthy. So we may confidently expect that the extra matinee on Thanksgiving Day will still be giving the producer just cause to be grateful for his blessings. The supporting cast contains a job- lot of fifty-dollars-a-week actors and Fiske O'Hara, who does not sing Mother Machree even once. But he works hard at being a big lovable personality and in a measure succeeds. His overhead, Patricia Quinn, essays one of those acidulous girls who crack wise with most of the author's best lines. She is no Jean Blondell, but does well enough. Now that the Playhouse has a do mestic comedy, we need an operetta in the Great Northern. Then we can fairly say that the season is on. A4y accommodating friends in the Shubert office picked the wrong boy from The Chicagoan to review Pearly Gates, which opened the Apollo a week prior to the advent of Green Pastures. Doctor Pollak should have received the paste-boards to pass judgment on a whole evening of negro spirituals, He could have given you some real appraisal of the singing. All I can say is that it sounded grand and that the gal who warbled Swing Low, Sweet Chariot might give Ethel Waters considerable competition in popular entertainment. The drama in this enterprise is negligible — some incidents of racial characterization in a camp meeting scene and a conventionalized concep tion of the Gates to Heaven with souls battling a red-clad devil, embracing a skeletonized figure of Death and being cast into a fiery pit off-stage left or finding welcome in the company of a hundred white-robed and golden- crowned songsters. All of which affords background for the singing, but gives the poor dramatic critic very little in which to sink his fangs. Pearly Gates makes an interesting musical supplement to Green Pas tures. And let no gagster crack that "these are dark days in the theater." [listing on page 4] TO ISLANDS OF ENCHANTMENT Palms and Pirates, Bicycles and Poi (Begin on page 53) hotel terraces. There are smoking volcanoes and cliffs and caves and coral and marine gardens. Old Scrooge himself would hold a hand or two in this environ ment. K-ossanne blooms as well if you try the islands in the other direction. Bermuda shines in the sun, just two days off the port of New York, in a place like no other place on earth. Some day that demon Progress may ruin Bermuda, but so far the co'onial government has wisely bottled him off. Air that has never been mixed with a single atom of gasoline fume, quiet that has never been disturbed by the shriek of an automobile horn or the sputter of an engine, beaches as pink as a young rose with a bar on the terrace in stead of a hot dog stand! That's the Bermuda manner. Bermuda lends herself perfectly to the utterly lazy vacation but if you must have action you can, and easily. The climate is exhilarating not enervating. They are not tropical isles as the weather is temperate all year round, a pleas ant annual average of seventy de grees with no season ever hotter than 75 or 80. Even this eighty in sum mer is a pleasant, balmy eighty that permits one to indulge pleasantly in any sport. Personally, I loathe ex treme heat, but in Bermuda at their hottest seasons, July, August and September, I felt frisky every mo ment of the day. The golf in fall is heavenly. Sev eral of the hotels have very fine courses. The Belmont Manor has a superb eighteen hole course and in vites guests of hotels in Hamilton to play on it as its own guests. It's a delightful hotel as well as a golf cen ter. Looming high over the bay lc n within easy cycling or carriage dis tance of Hamilton and gives one the advantage of both country and town. At night it is a place of breath-taking beauty with music floating from the ballroom above to blend with the popping of champagne corks on the starlit terrace below. It's easy, too, to dash to one's room after the dance, change to a bathing suit and sprint down the terrace for a brief swim in the warm waters of the sound. Night swimming in Bermuda is a thing of beauty with phosphorescent glows at every sweep of the arm and a luminous ripple surrounding every bather. The Frascati also has its own nine-hole course, beautifully laid out so that no fairways cross each other. Several of the smoothly rolling fair ways run along the ocean and others cross hills, every aspect one of dis tributing beauty. Over at St. George "s the magnificent hotel of the same name, boasts its own sporty course with the ninth green ending at the hotel within a few feet of the swim ming pool. Ten minutes after your game you can be changed and plung ing into the brisk salt pool for freshening. Two of the most famous courses in the world are at Mid-Ocean Club and Riddell's Bay Club within a short drive of most of the leading hotels. These two have been the scenes of many famous tournaments and are alone worth the trip to Bermuda. The fees are extremely low, too, com pared to our rates and visitors are accepted by the day, week, or month. To play at Mid-Ocean, particularly, 68 The Chicagoan Room Rates Reduced AN ACHIEVEMENT OF ELEGANCE Truly the most distinctive hotel offering of the day. Interestingly different. Refreshingly new. Furnished with an individual elegance which completes true home environment. Service of the finest. All conve niences. Roof garden — children's playroom, terrace and shops. An apartment hotel offering an extra measure of happiness and pride. Conveniently located hut 9 minutes to the loop. Unfurnished suites for those who desire. A gratify ingly low rate — standard to all — offering greater value than may be found elsewhere. Preview of completely furnished floor open now— occupancy October 1st. PHIL C. 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You can ride out in a .glass-bottomed boat to see the wonders of the marine gar dens or hire craft for a taste of deep- sea fishing. And you'll languish after that sea-food, caught every morning lor the hotels, months after you leave the place. You'll languish, too, after that clear gold Sauterne which you have at mealtimes, and the glow that fol lows a Bacardi cocktail or Martini bciore dinner, after the frosty Tom Collins at the nineteenth hole and the sparkle of champagne at midnight. And by all means cycle. Every Bermudian does and every one who wants to get the full flavor of this life should take it up. At first, of course, you will twirl and twirl and l?nd in a humiliating tangle of flying pedals and arms and legs. But a scratch here and there is all you get and in a few more trys you begin to feel the old power and away you fly in a gay madness that is gloriously youthful — and youthifying. It takes just a few days to develop bicycle legs and wind enough to sustain you over mile after mile of swooping down hill and pushing up, exploring little side roads and dashing to the beach, to town, almost anywhere you want to go. Even after the sun goes down you will find yourselves ped dling in breathless formation over dark hill and dale following an elu sive cycle light ahead of you and praying that you won't break a neck till you land triumphant at the sea shore to build a fire, take a dip. Read "Enterta in merit" The expert advices of critical observers veteran in the service of an alert and know ing readership, assembled compactly and succinctly on pages 4 and 6 of this and every issue of THE CHICAGOAN September, 1931 69 Yamanaka & Company 846 N. 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The furriers are wasting less time on the cheap furs and devoting all their talents to masterly manipulation of the fine varieties, because these .ire so unusually low in price it hardly pays to bother with the inferior skins. So we will have little lapin this year and not so many close-shaved furs that were made to look like cloth. Not that the furs are bulky again. They are more closely-molded and gracefully fitting than ever before with fascinating new details in fluffs and elbow flares and the like. Among the recognized masters, Revillon-Freres consider Russian car acul the leader for daytime and aft;r- noon coats. The things they do with this supple rich fur are gorgeous. All their coats this year are even more definitely molded at the waist and quite straight in line except for a barely perceptible increased fullness close to the hem, starting well below the knee. There are next to no flares. A FEATURE of the Revillon-Freres coats this year is the prevalence of buttons. They are not clasped about the waist and held — never a comfortable idea at best and frequently ungraceful — but are snug ly buttoned up so that you can march along feeling trim and set all the time. Coats wrap way, way over, too, also adding to comfort when the blizzards blow. Several of the cara cul coats here have a puffed, shirred effect between the wrist and elbow and it's caracul, caracul everywhere. Collars on the afternoon and evening coats are quite large, one in Russian caracul so tailored that it sets high on the shoulders like a ruff, forming a perfectly devastating frame for the face. On the sports coats collars are a bit less bulky and button snugly about the throat. You must, espe cially, see one here with an "enve lope" collar, neatly buttoned at the neck with the skins alternately ar ranged to look just like the flap of an envelope. Very unusual. A DIFFERENT SORT OF CARACUL COAT TO WEAR WHEN THE COLD SETS IN. IT IS TRIMMED WITH A WOLF COLLAR; FROM REVILLON- FRERES. HOW MODERN ART CAME TO TOWN An Historical Series (Begin on page 31) were peculiarly picturesque, they got more than their share of publicity — and so it de veloped darkly in the public mind that the Armory Show had this heinous sin to answer for. 1 HE situation, how ever, was not without humorous high lights. The authorities in one instance hit upon a plan to discover what they wanted to know about one of these young artists. The plan wasn't very original, but it has been known to work. They introduced into his sleeping quarters a strikingly hand some young -woman, and when he turned in for the night he found her there in careless negligee and ap parently asleep. "Snap out of it, Sweetheart," was his greeting, instantly suspicious. "I happen to know anatomy, being an artist, and I know the difference be tween a pretty eyelid relaxed in sleep and one tensely drawn for the pur pose of faking." The authorities never did discover what they wanted to know. Another comic incident occurred after the war, but while the country was still hysterical in the matter of the "reds," and while the police were still semi-military agents, and while radical artists were still "bolshevists" in the terror-tied minds of "old hats." (Parenthetically, the great "Mod ern" Russian sculptors and painters are not "bolshevists" at all, but are exiles under the soviet regime, work ing out their brilliant ideas in Paris, Berlin and New York.) One morning, long after the Armistice, about 3 o'clock, a squad of twelve Chicago policemen Autumn clothes for the college girl — the matron, and the debutante. Smart, distinctive hats to go with them from $10. KATHARINE WALKER SMITH 704 Church Street ELvanston 2 70 E. 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Weisenborn was showing them for a friend of his, and many of Chicago's wealthy were visiting the studio in the daylight and early evening hours and buying. In addition to these heathenish, suspicious hangings, there was a char- coal drawing on an easel in a corner that Weisenborn had just made of Clarence Darrow. The Loeb-Leopold trial was on, and Darrow, a question- able character among orthodox police already for having in times past de fended Debs and Heywood, was attorney for the young criminals, and in the early stages of the trial had said, in his outspoken way, some rather nasty things about juries. The police lieutenant took all this in, including Weisenborn in his bare feet. "West-side radical?" he abruptly questioned. "No," answered Weisenborn, "I never lived on the West side." "Yes, you are — shut up!" com manded the officer. He asked about the batiks. Weisen born told him they were art, and the lieutenant again commanded him to "shut up" — with the added remark he could draw better pictures himself than those things. Then, he espied a yellow poster which read in big bold black letters: "NO-JURY MEANS FREEDOM." This was proof positive — the poster, Darrow's portrait, "West-side rad ical." "Come along — get in the' wagon!" "If you can read that much," said Weisenborn, a bit insolently, "may be you can read the finer print." The lieutenant drew closer. There he learned the "No-Jury" show, what ever it might be, was to be held at Marshall Field's. "Is Marshall Field's a red hang out?", Weisenborn asked the square head. The lieutenant, after a bit more "investigating," but in a softer tone of voice, eventually marched out into the night alone, except for his twelve policemen. In this war-time atmosphere, which began to gather murkily even in America at the out set of European hostilities and per sisted until A. Mitchell Palmer and his "red menace" ceased to function, radical art had little chance to flour ish. It seemed that the inspiration of the Armory Show might be doomed to peter out into nothingness. So touchy became public sentiment that the radicals in Chicago, as in New York, refrained from general exhibitions that might stir strife. In New York, Stieglitz "carried on" mildly, exhibiting new things by Picasso, Braque and Picabia, among others, at "291." Before the gloom became too thick, however, Chicago in August, 1915, was treated to its first local "inde pendent" show, patterned in a small way after the Armory show, and pre lude of the exhibitions to come after the war by the No-Jury Society of Chicago. It was on August 2, a year almost to the day after the first declaration of hostilities abroad, that this show, the "First Annual Exhibition of Inde pendent Artists," opened in the four skylight studios of the Chicago Acad emy of Fine Arts, then located at 81 East Madison street, and then, as now, directed by Carl N. Werntz. The director's brother-in-law, Carl M. Newman, managed the exhibition. Invitations to participate were broadcast the country over: "You are invited to exhibit in this open manner without consideration of name or social prestige. No artists are in any way associated with this exhibition except as exhibitors. There will be no jury of selection. Each exhibitor may hang as many pieces as he de sires and is merely required to share the exhibit expense by paying twenty- five cents for each square foot of wa!l space desired. He may select his own space and hang his own pictures in the order in which checks for space are received .... The publicity given such an exhibition will be similar to that of the International Exhibition of Modern Art in New York and Chicago and the plan fol lows that of the Exhibition des Artists Independents of Paris .... The ex hibition is in no way antagonistic to other exhibitions. It has the sanc tion of Director Carpenter of the Art Institute of Chicago .... The Academy has no art propaganda to exploit, it intends in no way to influ ence taste, sales, nor appreciation. It merely offers the walls of its studios." 1 he response was general, but though a goodly percen tage of the 180 pictures received and hung came from New York, Brook lyn, Boston, Philadelphia and other eastern cities, the big preponderance was from Chicago and the Mid-West. The catalog foreword read: "This Exhibition is conducted in a manner somewhat new to America, but com mon abroad. The exhibitors are not required to submit their productions to a jury of selection, but may hang what they wish to send. This free dom has done much for Art in Europe and it is hoped that it may have a similar result in America." The newspapers pricked up their ears. Though battles and rumors of battles had first call on space, the Chicago Herald devoted front page headlines to record: "Polyocular Art Succeeds Cubist — New Color School Paints Things as Many-Eyed Man Might See Them — Mere Mortals Ignored." The very clever Robert J. Casey wrote the "story" — though then he was not signing his stuff. "Polyocular art," wrote Casey, "is the novelty of the first independent artists' exhibition ever held in Chi cago, which was opened to the public yesterday in the studios of the Chi cago Academy of Fine Arts at 81 East Madison street." There was only one "polyocular" picture, Mr. Werntz now frankly ex plains, and it was inserted in the show for "publicity purposes" and spotted by the eagle-eyed Casey, w'^o proceeded to invent the term "poly ocular." "Polyocularism," defines Casey in his article is "representing pictures as 'seen by the soul of the mob' " and "shows a picture as it might appear to a man with many eyes. Polyocular art differs from Cubism and Futurism, although the general effect may ap pear the same to the layman." The other newspapers fell for the "Polyocular" picture, too, and there was a bit of furore. In more normal times, "Polyocularism" might have AND NOW THAT YOU'VE RETURNED from the bearsteaks of the Northwest, the beefsteaks of the Southwest, and the domestic fish of the lakes region thoughts of the sweet amenities and the sauces of French cuisine must excite you. Lamh chops Maison d'Or, Chateau briand, mussels or shrimps with mari- niere sauce, ome lette au fromage, chicken with meu- niere sauce, filet mignon with bear- naise sauce, deep sea trout with mar- guery sauce. Though you realize that you've returned to town, when you've dined at L'AIGLON you'll realize that you've returned to civil ization. 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WEBster 3297 Cafe Kantonese Excellent Chinese Food Lunch and Supper Reasonable Prices 1007 Rush Street Delivery Service, Delaware 2185 c. Honing 108 N. State St. 220 Stewart Bldg. grown and developed to a very per sistent "ism," but after August 28, when the show closed, it was forgot ten in the din of the war. Also, the "First Annual Exhibi tion" was both first and last — by the following summer the war was ap proaching too near our shores to permit much interest in anything except the re-election of Wilson to "keep us out of war," and Mr. Werntz and Mr. Newman per manently abandoned their plan. i WO years after this first show, however, two young pro gressive artists of Chicago, Carl Kahler and Allan Swisher, organized a similar exhibition, which they staged in the Ohio building. Kahler was the first Chicago "Constructivist," and his angular abstractions were the feature of the show. Swisher painted along more naturalistic lines, and he since has become a prominent figure in the American art colony in Paris. But this "independent" show de veloped no more vitality than did Werntz's, and it was not until the start of the activities in the autumn of 1918 of the Arts Club that Chi cago began to experience thrills similar to those excited by the Armory Show. Aside from the "Polyocular" pic ture, the "First Annual Exhibition of Independent Artists" was not particu larly exciting. Few of the names of the exhibitors are familiar after the lapse of sixteen years, and those few are now classed as "conservative." Among them still associated with Chicago art activities are C. H. Cooke, leading the right wing of No- Jury and also prominent in the affairs of Palette 6? Chisel; Charles E. Mul- lin, who exhibits regularly in the Art institute and wins prizes; Joseph Pierre Nuyttens, maker now, as then, of portraits of Presidents of the United States — his "Wilson" was in the Werntz show; Paul A. Plaschke, painter of Indiana landscapes for the Hoosier salon and earner of a living as cartoonist on Louisville newspapers, and Mr. Werntz himself, inveterate globe-trotter and pencil sketcher of everything interesting he sees. Werntz's sponsorship of the show was a logical outcome of progressive ideas that had long been working in his mind and that must rank him one of the original Chicago "pioneers" along with Arthur Jerome Eddy. He started his academy in 1902, along traditional lines, but even then with an open mind. For, being in need of a new instructor in painting, he engaged in 1905 a youth named William P. Henderson, just back in America from Spain and full of en thusiasm for Velasquez (then a "lib eral" fashion) but also for Goya and, more significant, for Goya's French disciple, Edouard Manet. This young "professor," who hap pened to have an engaging person ality along with his progressive outlook, became an important factor in liberalizing art instruction. During his years at the Academy, many of Chicago's enthusiastic society girls became his pupils, and still, in their maturity, swear by him and by his opinions. One of these, Katherine Dudley, has won no little renown as a painter, both in Chicago and in her recently adopted Paris. In those early days, too, Werntz engaged as in structor B. J. Olson Nordfeldt, whose particular exploit, in a general public way, was the stirring of critical resent ment against a portrait he did of his friend Raymond Jonson, by painting green shadows in the face. Chicago had not yet (this was about 1904 or '0?) seen much "Impressionism," but it knew by the process of reflected indignation from other art capitals that green shadows never were on a human face except perhaps in the morgue. But, it was not until 1910 that Carl Werntz realized fully that the grand old days of the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 were past. That year he visited Rome and saw the remains of the international art exhibition of 1909. Here were the bizarre pictures of the enthusiastic young Futurists. Werntz saw and blinked his eyes. Crazy and fantastic as these things were, he caught the idea — and he has been catching ideas ever since. Among his exploits late in the war decade was the bringing of Albert Bloch, associate of the Expressionists Kokoschka and Franz Marc, into the art life of Chicago. Bloch didn't re main long at the Academy as an instructor, but went on to that weird center of "Modernism" in America — Lawrence, Kansas. But while he was here, he left a powerful impress on Chicago. Oo, the "indepen dent show" grew logically out of the brain of Carl Werntz. But, besides being an advanced thinker and doer in art, Werntz is a good business man, and so in his invitation to ex hibit he was careful to tell the artists his plan had "the sanction of Director Carpenter of the Art Institute of Chicago." When he engaged Bloch as an in structor, he had also on his staff Oliver Dennett Grover, the acknowl edged leader of Chicago conservatives. Henderson was offset by Ralph Clark- son, also of the good old 1893 Chi cago Fair school of painters. Even now, Rudolph Weisenborn, instructor at the Academy, has as foil Frederic M. Grant. Raymond Jonson, whose portrait Nordfeldt painted with green shadows in the face, was himself an artist, and he figured prominently in the activities, such as they were, of the Chicago progressives during the war years. A little later, as an allay of Rudolph Weisenborn, who appeared ir. the Chicago scene just a bit late to take in the Armory Show, he be came an important factor in the establishing of No-Jury. Then Jon son went west, as Henderson also had done, and his subsequent career be longs to New Mexico. Jonson had another friend, Bland- ing Sloan, who, during the 'war, did cartoons for radical papers and maga zines, getting himself "in Dutch," and causing military eyes to glance sus piciously at his associates. One pic ture of his, the hanging of a soldier, which he did for The Masses, is still talked about, down on 57th street. About the time Weisenborn came to town, Ramon Shiva also put in his appearance — an intelligent young Spanish chemist who made his living grinding and mixing colors for the painters, and who was — and is — one of the most expert users in America of those same colors. 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