fk CHICAGO AN December, 1931 Price 50 Cents i Wh HATEVER the occasion White Rock is always a welcome addition. Its sparkle and bubbling vigor make good times a certainty. Guarantee the success of your party with White Rock . . . For ginger ale — you can best please your guests with White Rock Ginger Ale — the only ginger ale made with White Rock. TO HOUNDS: ARE YOU A BRIDGE HOUND? BACKGAMMON HOUND? PUZZLE HOUND? PING PONG HOUND? THEN HUNT FOR YOUR GAME ON OUR FOURTH FLO ^\ O CHRISTMAS SEASON N OW MARSHALL FIELD THE STORE OF THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT CX V V ' IVl I /\ IN / December, 1931 3 STAGE (Curtains 8:30 and 2:30 p. m.; matinees Wednesdays and Saturdays, unless otherwise indicated.) zJkCusical CRAZY ^UILT— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Phil Baker Fanny Brice and Ted Healy in Billy Rose's revue. Evenings, $3.00; Saturday, $3.85. Saturday matinee, $2.00 GIRL CRAZY— Garrick, 64 W. Washington. Central 8240. Benny Rubin and Gershwin's tunes in a nice, clean musical comedy. Eve nings, $3.00; Saturday, $3.50. Matinees, $2 00 MARCHING BY— Great Northern, 26 W. Jackson. Central 8240. Natalie Hall and Guy Robertson in an operetta about love and war on the AustrcRussian front. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.50. THREE'S A CROWD— Erlanger, 127 N. Clark. State 2460. Libby Holman, Clifton Webb and Fred Allen in the revue you've been waiting for. Evenings, $3.00; Saturday, $3.8?. Matinees, $2.50. Opening December 22. THE WONDER BAR— Apollo, 74 W. Randolph. Central 8240. Al Jolson in an elaborate importation from Germany; with some grand tunes. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2. 50. Opening December 25. Drama THE GREETS PASTURES— Illinois, 65 E. Jackson. Harrison 6510. Marc Connelly's fine epic of the Old Testament told in the naive manner of an old Negro. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.50. THIS WEAKER SEX— Cort, 132 N. Dearborn. Central 0019. Spring Byington and Eugene Powers in a fair sort of domestic comedy. Eve nings, $2.50. Matinees, $2.00. PAYMENT DEFERRED — Harris, 170 N. Dearborn. Central 8240. Charles Laughton gives a remark able performance as the murderer in an authentic sort of murder play. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. GRATED HOTEL — Grand Opera House, 119 N. Clark. Central 8240. What goes on in a Berlin hotel while people are killing, steal ing, seducing and cheating. Eugenie Leontovich heads a fine cast. Eve nings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. BROKEH DISHES— Adelphi, UN. Clark. Randolph 4466. A do mestic comedy and that's all we know about it. Evenings, $3.00. Matinees, $2.00. Opening Decem ber 25. CINEMA THE CHAMP — Wallace Beery and Jackie Cooper contribute their best performances, respectively, to the best ail-American movie of the sea son. (See it.) AMBASSADOR BILL— With Will Rogers Manchuria bound it ill be comes a stay-at-home to deal un charitably with his works. (Miss it.) PLATINUM BLONDE— The Cin derella Man superlatively acted by c 0 N T E N T S Pagi 1 4 17 19 23 26 27 29 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 48 49 50 51 55 58 60 62 64 66 68 70 72 74 76 78 80 HOLIDAYS, by Burnham C. Curtis CURRENT ENTERTAINMENT EDITORIAL COMMENT CHICAGOANA, conducted by Donald Plant PILGRIMAGE, by Grace Long McClean PHOTOGRAMS, by A. George Miller NOTEWORTHY CHICAGO ANS OF 1931, by Joseph P. Pollard THAT WAS NEW YEAR'S, by Paul T. Gilbert ETCHINGS, by Paul Brown ETCHINGS, by E. L. Bloomster THE COCKTAIL TYRANNY, by Durand Smith POST OFFICES, by William Mark Young THE SITUATION IN THE ORIENT, by Edward Everett Altrock ALBUM CHICAGOANS, by Jane Spear King THE INTERVIEW RACKET, by Milton S. Mayer FANNY BRICE TOMORROW AND TOMORROW, by William C. Boyden ZITA JOHANN MEMOIRS OF A VISITING FOREIGNER, by Samuel Putnam A MEMORIAL IN CONCRETE ACTIVE IN A SMART SEASON WEDDING OF DISTINCTION TOWN APARTMENTS INTERFRATERNITY INTERIORS AMERICAN MOTORS HOW MODERN ART CAME TO TOWN, by C. J. Bulliet PERSONAL INTELLIGENCE, by Helen Young H. H. MAX HERZOG'S FLOWERS THE OPERA CARRIES ON, by Robert Pollak IVA PACETTI ANOTHER HIGHBROW CHRISTMAS? by Susan Wilbur MACHINERY AND THE DANCE, by Mark Turbyfill HOLLYWOOD HEAVEN, by William R. Weaver TO THE LADIES, by The Chicagoenne BARKS AND GROWLS, by B. M. Cummings OLD WINE IN NEW BOTTLES, by Lucia Lewis AN ALL-FEMININE SELECTION, by Marcia Vaughn KEEP THE HOME HRES BURNING, by Janet Spitzer GIFTS FOR THE MEN, by F. Hesh Chicagoan photographs by Henry C. Jordan THKr^ICAGSA1J--ry,L^LAM R' Weaver • Edit°*-' E- S- CL.PPOKD, General Manager _ is published monthly by The Chicagoan Publishing Company, Martin QuYgley President 407 W nr^^ "r'- AChiC,ag°V^'- ¥¦ ?¦ K,TE" ^ JrWng^nager Ne» ^Y Office! 1790 Broadway Los Angeles Office, Pacific States Life Bldg. Pacific Coast Office, Simpson- My'* end'* Bui'd'ng, Los Angeles; Russ Bldg., San Francisco. Subscription $5.00 annually; rut ™ PJ °A X0l-,nXIL??0- 5- tDe^mb^. 1931. Copyright, 1931. Entered as second class matter August 19, 1931, at the Post Office at Chicago, Illinois, under the act of March 3, 1879. Robert Williams and Loretta Young over Jean Harlow's head. (Don't let the title keep you away ) THE CISCO KID— Warner Baxter rides a good character to death. (Forget it.) THE SIN OF MADELOH CLAL7- DET — Helen Hayes spreads her art before the multitude and Lo, it thinneth not. (By all means.) SIDE SHOW — Charles Butterworth continues comic in the midst of an otherwise unredeemed production. (If you like him.) SOB SISTER— Without doubt the sorriest of the newspaper series. (No.) CORSAIR— Chester Morris and a lot of other good actors in a lot of romantic balderdash about a no ble bootlegger. (Don't bother.) POSSESSED — Clark Gable and Joan Crawford do the sort of thing you expect of them better than it has ever been done before. (Bet ter see it.) SUICIDE FLEET— Bill Boyd and the U. S. Navy in a picturization of The Ghost Ship that doesn't quite come off. (If you 'were in the navy.) FANNY FOLEY HERSELF— Edna May Oliver in one of the year's notably few outstanding perform ances . ( Attend . ) CUBAN LOVE SONG— Lawrence Tibbett and Lupe Velez couldn't make a really bad picture if they tried, but they try pretty hard. (Probably.) ARE THESE OUR CHILDREN?— Eric Linden, Rochelle Hudson and several other youngsters turn in the best adolescent drama of this or any year. (Certainly.) FLYING HIGH — George White's first and, if there be justice, last screen production. (Under no cir- cumstances.) RICH MEN'S FOLLY— George Bancroft in a realistic imitation of Jim Londos throwing Dombey and Son in straight falls. (Never.) HEARTBREAK— Charles Farrell and Madge Evans in a not espe cially different war incident. (Prob ably not.) THE YELLOW TICKET— Lionel Barrymore, Elissa Landi and Laur ence Olivier in a better six-bit en tertainment than you can buy for three-fifty anywhere in Town. (Go.) A DAHGEROUS AFFAIR — Jack Holt and Ralph Graves in a haunt- ed-house comedy without a girl to fight for. (For a change.) THE AGE FOR LOVE— Billie Dove ventures beyond her depth. (If looking at her is enough.) ONCE A LADY — Ruth Chatterton turns in another sound professional performance, the accent Russian this time against English setting. (Of course.) ART ACKERMAN GALLERIES — 408 S. Michigan. Original water color drawings by Thomas Rowlandson from the collections of Desmond Coke and Col. Humphry Sibthorp. Old English aquatints in color. AHDERSOH GALLERIES — 536 S. Michigan. Exhibition of paintings of the American Desert by Harry B. Wagoner. BROWH-ROBERTSOH CO. — 302 Palmer House Shops. Exhibition of color wood cuts by Walter J. Philips. GALLERY OF MODERN LIFE— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Exhibition of American folk art. /IRO KAWAGUCHI— 849 N. Michigan. Exclusive Japanese prints and many excellent exam ples of oriental fine arts. M. KHOEDLER &• CO.— 622 S. Michigan. French landscapes of the 19th and 20th centuries. Spon sored by the Junior League for the benefit of the Joint Emergency Re lief Fund. Till December 19. Ad mission 50c. INDIAN TRADING POST— 619 N. Michigan Avenue (Italian Court). Exhibition of Pueblo In dian Paintings by Oqwa Pi and of B^ack Pottery by Marie Martinez, Ramona, and Susanna. Exhibition open 9 A. M. to 6 P. M. The Chicagoan ^ o n if n | Gifts of such decided individuality as to mahe the Mil grim Accessory Salon Chicago s favored shopping -place. And the prices — they have never been so low. Ashes of Roses satin nightgown with »quare all-noon lace back colors, Blue, Black, Amber and Nile. $19.50 $25.00 Featuring for the Holiday Season a Satin Tea Gown. Available in all colors. $37.50 White brocade sandals piped with silver or gold kid-skin. Dyeable. $10.00 (Store hours 'ti? Christmas 8:30-6.00 £. m.) 600 MICHIGAN BOULEVARD SOUTH December, 1931 THE TWELFTH ESCUTCHEON OF THE SERIES BY SANDOR IS HEREWITH OFFERED TO THE HEAD MAN OF COLLEGE INN. S. H. MORI — 638 S. Michigan. Arts of the orient. Rare, unique objects of Japanese, Chinese and Korean arts. M. O'BRIEN & SON — 673 N. Michigan. Mrs. Ivan B. Boyd showing gifts from the Far East; paintings of Mexico by Alson Clark; crayon portraits by J. E. Bierly; lithographs by Byron B. Boyd. INCREASE ROBINSON— Diana Court, 540 N. Michigan. Annual exhibition of the Chicago Society of Artists. Till December 1?. ALBERT ROULLIER GALLERIES — 414 S. Michigan. Harrison 3171. Seasonal exhibitions of fine prints and drawings. Miscellaneous lith ographs by miscellaneous artists. TATMAN, INC.— 62? N. Mich igan. English china; modern and antique crystal service; lamps and furniture. 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. TAMANAKA & CO.— 846 N. Michigan. Chinese and Japanese art objects; oriental paintings of all kinds. WALDEH-PALMOLIVE GAL LERY— 15 1 E. Walton. Exhibi tion of paintings and drawings by Edgar Britton. TABLES Luncheon — Dinner — Later MAILLARD'S — 308 S. Michigan. Harrison 1060. Admirable lunch eon choice and one of the town's institutions. NINE HUNDRED— 900 N. Michi gan. Delaware 1181. A resource ful kitchen, perfect service and altogether a notable dining place GASTOH'S LOUIS1AHE— 1341 S. Michigan. Michigan 1837. Where dining is still an art and where culinary art is even more. ST. HUBERTS OLD ENGLISH GRILL — 316 Federal. Webster 0770. God save our gracious St. Hubert's! MME. GALLI'S— 18 E. Illinois. Delaware 2681. Here one finds stage and opera celebrities and ex cellent Italian cuisine. GRAYLING'S — 410 N. Michigan. Whitehall 7600. Patronised by very nice people who expect and receive the fine catering. RED STAR INN— 1528 N. Clark. Delaware 3942. Astonishingly good victuals prepared and served in the customary German manner. HARDIHG'S COLONIAL ROOM — 21 S. Wabash. Famous for its old fashioned American cuisine and variety of menu. L'AIGLON — 22 E. Ontario. Dela ware 1909. Handsomely furnished, competent kitchen, private dining rooms and a good place to go. ALLEGRETTI'S — 228 S. Michigan, 1 1 E. Adams, Pittsfield Bldg. Three convenient eating places, especially for luncheon and tea. MAISON CHAPELL— 1142 S. Michigan. Webster 4240. Where those who are connoisseurs of ex cellent French cuisine assemble for the pleasure of an evening. PICCOLO'S— 183 W. Madison. Dearborn 5531. Unique French and Italian restaurant where pop ular prices prevail. HENRrCI'S— 71 W. Randolph. Dear born 1800. When better coffee is made Henrici's will still be 'with out dinner music. ROCOCO HOUSE— 161 E. Ohio. Deleware 3688. Swedish menu and you'll leave well-fed and thor oughly contented. CHEZ LOUIS — 120 E. Pearson. Delaware 0860. French and American catering and private din ing rooms. M. Louis Steffen has his old kitchen staff with him. HTDE PARK CLUB— 53 rd at Lake Park. On the roof of the Hyde Park-Kenwood National Bank Bldg. Luncheon and dinner; a perfectly equipped club for dances, recep tions and private parties. EITEL'S — Northwestern Station. Few good restaurants in the neighbor hood, but there's Eitel's anyway. LE PETIT GOURMET— 615 N. Michigan. Superior 1184. Some thing of a show place always well attended by the better people. HURLER'S — 20 S. Michigan, 310 N. Michigan, Palmolive Bldg. You're always near one or another no mat ter where you happen to be. JIM IRELAND'S OYSTER HOUSE — 632 N. Clark. Delaware 2020. A fine selection of sea foods always ¦wonderfully prepared. SHEPARD TEA ROOM — 616 S. Michigan. Webster 3163. Good foods at reasonable prices; in the arcade of the Arcade Building. RICKETT'S— 2727 N. Clark. Diver- sey 2322. The home of the famous strawberry waffle whether it be early or late. zJxComing — Noon — Nigh t HOTEL SHERMAN— Clark at Ran dolph. Franklin 2100. At College Inn: Ben Bernie and his orchestra. Grand music and good fun. Every Thursday is Theatrical Night. Maurie Sherman plays for tea dances. EDGEWATER BEACH HOTEL — 5300 Block, Sheridan Road. Long- beach 6000. Paul Whiteman and his orchestra. Dinners, $1.75, $2.00 and $2.50; no cover charge. After dinner guests, $1.00. Saturdays, cover charge, $1.00; after dinner guests, $2.00; dancing till 2:30 a. m. COHGRESS HOTEL— Michigan at Congress. Harrison 3800. Paul Specht and his band play in the Balloon Room. There's a floor show, too. Weekly cover charge, $1.00; Saturday, $2.50. A la carte service. NEW BISMARCK HOTEL— 171 W. Randolph. Central 0123. Art Kassel and his orchestra play for dinner and supper dancing from 7:00 p. m. to 1:00 a. m.; later on Saturday. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. HOTEL LA SALLE — La Salle at Madison. Franklin 0700. Joe Rudolph and his boys play in the Blue Fountain Room. Dinner, $1.50; supper, $1.00. No cover charge. DRAKE HOTEL— Lake Shore Drive at Michigan. Superior 2200. Tweet Hogan and his band are in the main dining room. A la carte serv ice. Weekly cover charge, $1.25; Saturday, $2.50. Table d'hote din ner in the Italian Room, $1.50. STEVENS HOTEL— 730 S. Michi gan. Wabash 4400. George Dev- ron and his band play in the main dining room. Dinner, $1.50. No cover charge. BLACKSTONE HOTEL — 656 S. Michigan. Harrison 4300. The traditionally fine Blackstone food and service. Margraff directs the String Quintette. Otto Staach is maitre. PEARSOH HOTEL— 190 E. Pear son. Superior 8200. Here you will find all the niceties in menu and appointments that bespeak re finement. LAKE SHORE DRIVE HOTEL— 181 Lake Shore Drive. Superior 8500. Rendezvous of the town notables and equally notable for cuisine and service. Luncheon. $1.00. Dinner, $2.00. Langsdorff is maitre. HOTEL BELMONT— 3156 Sheri dan Road. Bittersweet 2100. A Paris trained chef who prepares delicious dinners which are prop erly served by alert, quiet waiters. PALMER HOUSE— State at Mon roe. Randolph 7500. In the Vic torian Room, Dinner, $1.50. In the Chicago Room, $1.00. In the Empire Room, $2.00. KNICKERBOCKER HOTEL— 163 E. Walton. Superior 4264. One of the outstanding ballrooms of the Town and smaller private party rooms, too. The cuisine is excep tional. In the main dining room, dinner, $1.50: in the Coffee Shop, $1.00. EAST END PARK — Hyde Park Blvd. at 53rd St. Fairfax 6100. A popular dining place on the south- side. Table d'hote dinner, $1.00. SENECA HOTEL — 200 E. Chest nut. Superior 2380. The service and the a la carte menus in the Cafe are hard to match, no matter how meticulous the diner may be. Table de'hote dinner, $1.50. SHORELAND HOTEL — 5454 South Shore Drive. Plaza 1000. The splendid Shoreland cuisine and hospitality are a delight to south- side diners-out. Dinner, $2.00. CHICAGO BEACH HOTEL — 1660 Hyde Park Blvd. Hyde Park 4000. A pleasant place with an ample menu and alert service. Convenient for the southside diners-out, espe cially. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. Gifford is in charge. 'Dusk Till Dawn CAFE WINTER GARDEN — 519 Diversey Parkway. Diversey 6039. Irving Aaronson and his Command ers play and the same old Dempster Road Dells spirit prevails. BLACKHAWK.— 139 N. Wabash Dearborn 6262. Herbie Kay and his orchestra play. Service is alert and Blackhawk cuisine has always been known as perfect. MACK'S CLUB — 12 E. Pearson. Whitehall 6667. Keith Beecher 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 band play and there's the famous Mor rison kitchen to prepare your food. Dinners, $1.50 and $2.00. No cover charge. PLANET MARS — 188 W. Ran dolph. Randolph 7778. Texas Guinan and her Gang; a good or chestra, a bunch of Hawaiians, knife throwers, specialty dancers, stooges, gag-men, torch-singers and a beautiful chorus. CLUB AMBASSADEUR — 226 E. Ontario. Delaware 0930. A clever floor show; Al Handler and his VANITY FAIR — Broadway at Grace. Buckingham 3254. Floor show, four every evening, and Leo Wolf and his orchestra. No cover charge. SHOWBOAT — 205 N.Clark. Dear- horn 6153. Cass Simpson and his colored band play. The place has been redecorated. CLUB ALABAM — 747 Rush. Dela ware 0808. Chinese and Southern menus and Anton Lada and his Louisiana Boys from the Ziegfeld Follies. CASA GRANADA— 6800 Cottage Grove. Dorchester 0074. Harley Parham and his Harlem Knights play. No cover charge. Al Quod- bach oversees. FROLICS — 18 E. 22nd St. Victory 7011. Charlie Agnew and his band and the usual good floor show. The club has been remodeled and re decorated and looks pretty nice. BLUE GROTTO — Van Buren and Wabash. Webster 4122. Good floor show and Corey Lynn and his orchestra. No cover charge. Victor Muzii leads the way. PARAMOUNT CLUB— 16 E. Huron. Delaware 0426. The Town's coziest club. Jack White heads the floor show and The Four Horsemen play. No cover charge. THE RUBAIYAT — 657 St. Clair. Delaware 8862. Eddie South and his international orchestra, direct from a three-year tour, are drawing the crowds to one of the Town's newest clubs. GRAND TERRACE — 3955 South Parkway. Douglas 3600. Earl Hines, at the piano, and his band are back again. Ed Fox is in charge. 6 The Chicagoan IT COSTS PACKARD OWNERS LESS THAN W PER MILE FOR "INSURED SERVICE" AVAILABLE to every new Packard #\ owner, this "Insured Service" is of especial interest to those who contem plate the purchase of a Packard Eight. You know exactly what your mainte nance costs will be — less than It per mile. Such a plan of "insurance" is made possible only by the fact that every Packard Eight is fully tested and proven, mechanically. This thorough inspection, adjustment, and lubrication, which assure a Packard the same systematic care and attention a locomotive receives at each division point, is aptly styled "Roundhouse Serv ice" by many Packard owners. In addition to complete lubrication, thirty mechanical check-ups are provided for in the Packard Inspection Schedule. Many of these are at points the average driver seldom thinks about, even though his safety may depend upon them. Wheel alignment, lighting and braking systems, steering assembly, all body and shackle bolts — these are regularly checked, and tightened or adjusted when necessary. Other points regularly inspected and kept in first-class operating condition are valve tappets, spark plugs, distributor points, battery, carburetor, motor chain, fan belt, radiator, radiator solution (in winter), clutch, starter, generator, horn, door latches and hinges. Valves are ground, when required — even a new cylinder block is supplied, if it should be necessary. And a complete road test is made every 1000 miles. This exhaustive, periodical inspection and complete lubrication (including, of course, all grease and oil required), is offered to every new Packard Eight owner for less than It per mile. If you are not driving a Packard, you will find the availability of "Roundhouse Service" an important reason why you should. It is but one of the many Packard oper ating economies which verify the state ment, "You are paying for a Packard, why not own one? PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY of Chicago 2357 SOUTH MICHIGAN AVENUE 1735 E. Railroad Ave.. Evanston 925 Linden Ave., Hubbard Woods 3156 Sheridan Road H M N W H W N N December, 1931 7 RONEY PLAZA hotel AND CABANA SUN CLUB OPEN FROM THANKSGIVING DAY Innovations this year at the Roney Plaza include reduced room rates . . . lower a la carte prices . . . club breakfasts, in your room if you like, at sixty cents to a dollar without charge for room service . . . and the delightful Cabana Club Luncheon at a dollar fifty under the sun at the sea-side pool. Virtually a resort community in itself, the Roney Plaza offers you so many extra pleasures without extra costs! For instance, bathing in the surf or in the pool with a locker at the Cabana Sun Club . . . cabinets for health-giving sun baths . . . dancing under the palms in the hotel gardens . . . the gayety of the wide sunny promenades. Life at the Roney Plaza, America's finest ocean-front hotel, is a continuous round of entertain ment. Come down early and relax. N. B. T. RONEY, President MIAMI BEACH. FLORIDA 8 The Chicagoan THE PICK OF THE WORLD'S FINEST Graceful Alert and Alluring BRUNO KLODO Kxpressive of all that is truly "worth while" are THE KANESBURG GERMAN SHEPHERDS Distinctive in temperament. Unsurpassed in the show ring. Inseparable companions of the household. Guardians of home and country. The Kanesburg Shepherds have been bred to be. To the right ADA V. C. WESSERKRONE, THE FAMOUS DAUGHTER OF THE KINGLY KLODO VON BOXBERG— INTER NATIONAL GRAND CHAMPION. EXHIBITED FOR THE FIRST TIME ON NOVEMBER 21, 1931. AFTER HAVING A LIT TER OF NINE BEAUTI FUL PUPPIES, SHE WAS AWARDED TWO CUPS FOR THE BEST SHEP HERD IN THE SHOW AT THE FIRST REGIMENT ARMORY. To the left BRUNO VON VALUASPARK, SUCCES SOR TO THE THRONE. R. GRAND CHAMPION OF HOLLAND, PERSON IFICATION OF INNO CENCE, LOVELINESS AND ALERTNE SS, TAKES PRIDE IN WATCHING HIS FIF TEEN PUPPIES ON THE SPECIALLY CON STRUCTED P L AY- GROUND OF KANES BURG KENNELS, KNOWING THAT THEY WILL MAKE HISTORY IN THE SHOW RING AND BE THE PRIDE OF ANY HOUSEHOLD. PUPPIES FOR YOU... Appropriate, appreciative and most expressive Christmas gifts at a price txithin your reach. No greater kennel on the continent for the TRAINING or BOARDING of your valuable dogs than KANESBURG KENNELS Phone: Newcastle 1785 WM. SCHAFFER Supervising Director 7418 Higgins Road, Chicago, 111. December, 1931 Social Solecis Year's end. Budget's close. Red ink. And Mildred confessing- to the bread and butter half that she's been wearing all the wrong clothes and paying the wrong prices for them. ^f Let's put Mildred wise. Let's tell her that Chicago's smart and thrifty dressers follow the advertising in The Daily News. Let's tell her that Chicago's leading shops and stores list here their choicest offerings at their choicest prices. And let's tell her that the ends of good taste and economy meet when she buys by and abides by its pages. C[And for her further It's Smart to Read education on things to do, read and see, there's O'Brien on Books, Lewis on the Stage, Stinson TTJT T7 T^ A T T V TVT P" AA7 S on Music, Culbertson on Bridge — Verily ..... Chicago's home newspaper The Chicagoan December, 1931 11 ct l^ V^Q^UXlXQ, There is one gift that no woman has ever refused: Beauty. It is not a gift of a day, nor of a season. Beauty is forever cherished. -* There is one woman whose name is known the world over. 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Elizabeth Arden's Preparations are on sale at the smart shops everywhere ELIZABETH ARDEN 70 EAST WALTON PLACE, CHICAGO NEW YORK - LONDON • PARIS • BERLIN HOMK • MADRID © Elizabeth Arden. 1931 12 The Chicagoan TIMELY SUGGESTIONS FOR the discriminating shopper Louis XV arnvchair with solid walnut hand - carved frame: ported fab- $44-50 Louis XVI open arm chair with hand'carved walnut frame; covered with hand - made needle- point.... $39-50 Marble-topped two-drawer commode with marquetry A-jq Cf\ inlay and bronze mounts ^*JZs«!j\J 18th century French bookcase with inlay of satin- ^ g* ^ /"^f"\ wood and rose-wood. Bronze grill-work doors ^ J J»VJv/ Ashtray with real jade handle and etched bronze bowl lined with Chinese A/* f> ff enamel JpZ»*7J Green velvet playing-card case with inset jade plaque: set with mount of green jade, cornelian, rose or amethyst quartze or (b A fl ^ ,apis $4- 1~> Faithful replica of an authentic Queen Anne canterbury execut ed in solid tb 1 C f\f\ walnut vpJj»UU Queen Anne solid walnut canter bury Walnut footstool; covered in genu ine hand made needlepoint.. $9*75 $1-95 Set of six 18th century Dun can Phyffe chairs in solid Eaachhoga.ny: $21.00 December, 1931 13 I SI t the Beautiful PITTSFIELD BUILDING Selected shops of the most excl usive type where real quality and value are assured CHICAGO'S LEADING SHOP AND PROFESSIONAL BUILDING ttWffMm WABASH AND WASHINGTON STREETS • OPPOSITE MARSHALL FIELD* S • 14 The Chicagoan SHOPS IN THE PITTSFIELD BUILDING SWEET MEMORIES? And how dear to our hearts is Allegretti's . . . the accept ed matter of good taste for half a century. Today, whenever discrimi nating folk foregather for pleasurable divertissement, Allegretti's still reigns su preme as the matchless choice of connoisseurs. The Allegretti Store in the Pittsfield Building is managed by Miss Wallo — an expert at selecting and packing candy gift boxes. CHOCOLATES THE DECK 228 S. MICHIGAN AVE. r=] THE GROTTO 1 1 E. ADAMS ST. CAPPY'S BEAUTY SALON We specialize in fac ials, hair dyeing, tint ing, and all lines of beauty culture. Dr. Mary M. Gregerson Chiropodist Room 207 - Pittsfield Building 55 E. Washington St. Telephone: Central 2022 Costume Jewelry Diamonds — Watches Gifts and Purses Do your Christmas Shopping here and be assured of the latest creations at the lowest prices BARNETTS 39 North Wabash Ave. Main Floor — Pittsfield Bldg. Treasure Island A Shop with Gleaming Silverware Smart, Unusual Jewelry with Semiprecious Stones Wrought Entirely by Hand for Those Who Appreciate the Genuine in Artistic Creation Such Is the Shop of JOHN P. PETTERSON Pittsfield Bldg. Suite 423 Gift Suggestion MONOGRAM KEY CHAIN #3.50 Master Craftsman Member Society of Arts & Crafts Consistently Particular with your Flower Orders LOOP FLOWER SHOP Cor. Washington and Wabash Randolph 2788 VISIT to our studio will attract the attention of the value conscious discriminat ing buyer. Holiday gift suggestions awaiting your approval. JHLolland <& 55 E. WASHINGTON ST. Suite 439 Randolph 3935-3936 WJDL rier HIcirairclFed^eF Mr Carter will be permanently located in the Pi ttsfield bui Iding with all of his former operators of the Blackstone Hotel — Leona Burton Delores DeHaven Suite 711 Pittsfield Building 55 E. Washington St. Dearborn 65O0 Cards and Games Office Supplies BOOKS NEW YORK Fountain Pens Gifts for All Occasions Stationery Periodicals BRENTANO'S Booksellers to the World 63 East Washington St., Pittsfield Building Chicago PHONE RANDOLPH 4S80 CHICAGO CLEVELAND PHILADELPHIA WASHINGTON PITTSBURGH PARIS December, 1931 1? Stydison <s"t^talded Lowest Furniture Prices in 14 Years ABOVE: 1 8-Inch Globe with a splendidly designed base of solid mahogany. In- <t» f~ r* teresting and colorful, 38 inches high. OO 12 -Inch Globe with same base is priced $28 LEFT: Dis- tinctive 6-Inch Table Globe with solid walnut base. t 2 inches high * $375 1 8-Inch Globe with same base $ 5 5 OPEN EVERY NIGHT UNTILCHRISTMAS 16 The Chicagoan CI4ICAGOAN Greeti ngs T~\ECEMBER — the ninth inning, the fourth quarter, the last lap -i-^ and the final round — a month in which to attend to those unfin ished odds and ends of the business of living, to round out the record and strike a trial balance, which of course there isn't time to do nor reserve strength for the doing nor, such is 1931, the will if the flesh were capable. All oldfashioned notions, buried with the war dead and unmourned these gay years, yet healthy, well grounded notions withal, and just possibly notions worthy of another try while we still remember them. We can think of a good many people, not to mention institutions, that could do very well with a closing of the books for inventory. It's harder to think of one that couldn't. And it doesn't seem too improbable that a good sober check-up between now and Christmas, fpllowed by a week of studious reflection and climaxed by a resound ing oldfashioned bust on New Year's Eve, might be just about the tonic required to start the long hailed revival off with a bang on the first-:— 'well, maybe the second — day of January. '.. It !s; just an idea, of course, but a simple little idea that you can try without much effort — and you and you and you — and which has the not at all oldfashioned virtue of being inexpensive and unrecom- mended by Wall Street, Congress, the Wickersham Commission or The Chicago Tribune. You don't even have to be a Chicagoan subscriber to take part, and you can't win a prize for writing the best letter about it all, but we think it is safe to promise that, if you follow the instructions closely, you can't for the life of you avoid having a Merry Christmas. The Theatre MR. BOYDEN informs us that the first-nighting is beginning to wear him down, that play follows play with a dispatch out of all proportion to the merit of the product and the population of the community. He anticipates a new high for the number of plays exhibited in Chicago this season and a new low for the average run. He is disinclined to give the depression full credit for this condition, but thinks it is an important factor. This, then, seems to be a good time to air a few views on the matter which we couldn't get anyone to listen to while the cut-rate was still the mark of a bad show. < We have always wondered what would happen if the bosses of the theatres, an advised term, were to replace the surly fellows who defy you to buy tickets with young ladies of Balaban and Katz train ing who would try to help you. And we have wondered if it's some kind of rule that the man who takes your ticket must look like Fainting Phil Scott and wrest your tickets from you with precisely that degree of savage scorn. We've never been able to figure out why the ticket wicket could not be big enough to permit a view of the bandit behind it, nor why his brother brigands beyond the cut throat at the door shouldn't accept their checking fee at least as politely as the cinema check-room staff rejects it. We have the possibly unsophisticated impression that it is possible to employ an orchestra competent to render more than two standard overtures, that it is not only possible but altogether desirable to hire a staff of good looking girl ushers who are, nevertheless, capable of learning the whereabouts of the various seats and pointing them out to holders of proper credentials, and that there must be somewhere in this big city a printer clever enough to get out a program which reveals rather than conceals the names of playwright, cast, costume designers and other data pertinent to the play in prospect, perform ance or retrospect as the case may be. We've a good many other ideas about it all, quite a number of them pertaining to the practicability of putting information instead of critical quotations into the newspaper advertisements, and of reg ulating curb traffic in such a way as to make it possible to get to and from the theatre the same evening, but most or all of the ideas we have are borrowed from the movie houses and can be acquired first hand — that is, second hand — to better advantage. We're inno cent enough to believe that a little attention to these details, most of which represent a net saving in operation cost, would pay out rather handsomely in the extension of runs and the maintenance of admission prices in keeping with the ancient dignity of the stage. State Street OUR publication date prevents our being the first to acclaim Mr. Nicholas Remisoff's festive sentinels of State street. We might have done rather handsomely by them in photographic reproduction, but we prefer to do our bit for the shops people by making it neces sary for even the carriage trade to come downtown to see them. We trust, without much hope, that our daily contemporaries will be as thoughtful. What we started out to say, though, is that the Remisoff exhibition, whatever civic name it may bear as it finds its way into the archives, establishes a new artistic high water mark for exercises in kind. That it will be the butt of wisecrack and pun in the mouths of the brittle minority goes without saying, just as that it -will stimulate holiday buying does not. The new standard will be established, nevertheless, and it doesn't take more than a half dozen well chosen Remisoffs to lift a Chicago to whatever aesthetic estate it may be capable of. Ballyh oo IF the English had need of a defense against the traditional libel upon their sense of humor, a certain kind of American publisher has been supplying a full measure during recent months. For cer tainly the British reader, with that directness of interpretation often mistaken for stolidity, cannot perceive as else than a reflection of humorous appreciation in the States the incredible Ballyhoo and its parasitical imitators, Tici^le-Me-Too and Hooey, to name but two. He would err, quite logically but just as surely, for they are not, as any regular reader of any one of them -will affirm, anything of the sort. They are signs of the times, footnotes to an economic condition, but they are not American humor, even in the rough. The astonishing success of Ballyhoo, in itself adequate explanation of the filthy pamphlets cast in its image, analyzes readily. It is the production of Mr. Norman Anthony, who edited Life at its peak and Judge in one of its better phases, and Mr. Anthony has simply slackened the belly-laugh line to cheers of a belt-tightened world. If he occasionally exceeds the limits of good taste, so have conditions exceeded the limits of emotional tolerance, necessitating just such a means of adjustment by fallacious relief as are found in his pages. Your British reader would understand this, perhaps write a letter about it to the Times, urging that something of the sort be accom plished in the colonies, if not at home. Of course he would insert a provision that publication be suspended with return of good times and abatement of the emergency, a step we profoundly hope Mr. Anthony has in contemplation. Ballyhoo would have been pretty dreadful in 1929. Motors THE motors are coming. We've been conferring with the auto mobile editor, inspecting new models, assembling information, preparing photographs for the January number, and the prospects for 1932 are pretty grand. The show, the latter part of the month, is an event for your calendar. No business has borne the bad market more profitably not in the dollar sense, of course — than the automobile industry. The new models have attained developments which might well have been strung out over a normal decade. Gears have been taught to mind their own business, motors have been made to keep their troubles to them selves, seats are drawing room furnishings and interiors of the larger models cry only for parlor grands to complete the illusion. But not even the automobile business, enterprising as it has been and sound in its analysis of market needs, has escaped the mark of the depression. A new car placed on sale is called the Rockne. It will not be among those photographed for our next issue Tragic Tale A Mirror Tells 3 Fatal Places where age shows First J here is no mistaking the warning signs which forecast premature aging. G>egin now to forestall them with the simple scientific treatments created hit iDorothu Gray YOU can decide today how young you'll look ten years from now ... if you're in your thirties. Or if you've already reached the forties, you can erase years, as others have. These seeming miracles are due to the remarkable advancements in scientific facial care. In this prog ress, Dorothy Gray has long been acknowledged a pioneer. Today, lhanks to a permanent staff of twenty research chemists and con sulting dermatologists, her prepa rations and treatments have reached unequalled perfection. As you know, Dorothy Gray was first to point out the 3 tell tale places where age begins to show on a woman's face. Likewise, she was first to create specific correctives in assembled treatments. That was years ago. Today, in your own home, you can give yourself the identical treatments formerly confined to her salons. A few minutes of attention daily . . . your mirror will be first to congratulate you then your friends. Don't let a double chin de tract from your profile. Stay the hand of Time, ever anxious to etch wrinkles around your eyes and mouth. Halt the ciepy lexture of advancing years. There are specific Dorothy Gray treatments for each facial difficulty — proved correctives, unique in their effect. Besides the three basic treatments, there are other specialized preparations— likewise a new-day offering of make-up cosmetics, equally scien tific. To join the countless thou sands of grateful women who owe so much to Dorothy Gray, write today for her booklet (free). Let it and your mirror point out your necessi ties. Then buy the specific Dorothy Gray preparations at any fine shop. DOROTHY 900 N. Michigan Avenue G R A.Y Chicago Dorothy Gray Salons are located in New York, Paris, Chicago, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Southampton, Long Island. FOR LINES AND WRINKLES: Cleansing Cream, Orange Flower Skin Tonic, Special Mixture, Special Toning Oil, Eye Muscle Paste, Patter, Astringent Cream (or Astringent Lo tion if skin is oily) . © D. C, 1931 FOR A DOUBLE CHIN: Cleansing Cream, Texture Lotion, Suppling Cream, Patter, Astringent Cream (or Astringent Lotion if skin is oily), Chin Strap. FOR A CREPY THROAT: Cleansing Cream, Orange Flower Skin Tonic, Special Skin Cream, Patter, Circula tion Ointment, Astringent Cream (or Astringent Lotion if skin is oily). 18 The Chicagoan Chicagoana An Eye and Ear to the Din and Whim of the Tozvn Conducted by Donald Plant THERE have been impressive increases in Middle West ern U. S. Air Mail, passen ger and express traffic during the last few years. One of the most unique airlines is the Transamer- ican Airlines Corporation's 55- minute, downtown Detroit-down town Cleveland amphibian service. This was the world's first inland amphibian line. It was established in April, 1929, and is the largest and oldest of its type today. The airliners are in operation every day between April 1 and November 8. They make twelve flights daily and six on Sundays and have never had to cancel more than two flights on any one day because of weather conditions. The average time per flight be tween downtown Detroit and downtown Cleveland is 55.5 min utes. The Transamerican Airlines Corporation has been so encour aged by the success of its amphib ian service that it ultimately plans to operate amphibians out of its downtown Detroit terminal to downtown marine bases in Chicago and Milwaukee. 'Donnelley Does It WE always approve of things that relate to the improved intellectual and artistic welfare of Chicago, so it seems to us that readers might be interested in knowing of an exhibition of book binding which is now taking place at The Lakeside Press Galleries at 350 East Twenty-Second Street. This exhibition comprises books bound both by machine and by hand, and includes sets of books such as the Encyclopaedia Britan- nica. Perhaps you never knew till now that the Encyclopaedia Britannica, as distributed in America and in England also, is printed here in town at The Lakeside Press. Sheets for books, gathered and with all inserts in position, are shipped from Chicago to Lon don and there put into covers for the English sale. The binding for these books is done in England because of the duty on bound books. Here are a few facts connected with the mak ing of the Encyclopaedia Britannica that seem rather interesting. The text, exclusive of the index, contains about 33,000,000 words. The type weighed 250 tons, the value of the metal used in mak ing the type was $50,000 and to store this type 10,000 square feet were required. The equiv- CHICAGOAN OF THE MONTH HENRY JUSTIN SMITH, FOR HIS Chicago, a Portrait A BAS RELIEF CUT DIRECTLY IN PLASTER BY OSKAR J. W. HANSEN. alent of 1 1 ,000 pages was set before makeup began and over 20,000 pages had been set before a single page was plated. The editors and the proofroom exchanged 3,000 packages of proofs. It required more than 102 carloads of paper to print the 23,000,000 press impres sions. The total number of insert leaves placed between text pages was 30,750,000 and 450,- 000 leaves were inserted in a single day. And maybe these figures don't mean a thing to you and you're tired of it all, but the skins of more than 20,000 goats were needed for the leather bindings of the books. THE last time Rudy Vallee was in Chi cago he was entertained at lunch, as a prominent member of Sigma Alpha Epsilon, by the University of Chicago chapter of that fraternity. In honor of the distinguished guest all sorts of preparations ¦were made. All the boys put on their last clean shirts; an extra waiter was hired; the cook was instructed to do herself proud; and the mothers' club sent flowers to decorate the luncheon table. As a final touch of grandeur, one of the brothers borrowed a Rolls-Royce limousine and sent it to the theatre for Rudy. He arrived in the December, 1931 19 "CLARENCE A BROWNIE !" Rolls and a pair of noticeably dirty yellow gloves, and was welcomed to the heart of S. A. E. After lunch Vallee was asked to say a few words to the brothers. He began by thank ing them for their invitation and by telling them how much he had enjoyed himself. This was his first trip to the middle west, he said, and he found things very different from things in the east. At schools like Harvard and Yale and Princeton everything was done very formally, he said, and it was a great pleasure to be in the middle west at the Uni versity of Chicago where everything was done casually and you just came in and sat down at the table any old way and began to eat. The brothers were all very polite, but a trifle cool and distant after that, perhaps even a bit hurt. They sent Brother Vallee on back to the theatre and then returned the bor rowed Rolls, fired the extra waiter and gave the flowers to a hospital. Ticket Stubs EVERY commuter knows how the punched red, blue, green, yellow commutation ticket squares that fall from the conductor's punch catch and stick on his clothes. We've always thought that, every time the conductor reaches us and punches our ticket and at least a dozen colored squares fall onto us, he had been saving them especially for us. If you aren't in the habit of watching for them they are apt to hang around all day and you look like something left over from New Year's Eve. You can ride trains for years and collect a lot of colored punches and still remain docile about it all, but sometime you'll get pretty mad and want to do something. Well, pick them off as you usually do, but instead of let ting them drift to the floor take a decided of fensive. Pick them off, yes, but as soon as the conductor's back is turned snap the two, three or four squares you have plucked from your person onto him. They may drop off by the time he has reached the next coach, but you'll have the feeling that you've got even anyway. Commuter THE old gentleman was a typical commuter. He was seated, with his morning paper unfolded scanning the front page news, on a Loop-bound Illinois Central suburban train. At the last station stop before Twelfth Street the saddest-looking young man in the world entered the coach and took a seat next to the old gentleman. The latter, evidently a kind- hearted man and probably a bit of a busy body, noting the melancholy appearance of his seat-mate, turned to him and asked him what the trouble was. The sad soul opened a small package he had in his hands and revealed two goldfish — dead . "You see," he explained mournfully, "My wife has been away for a week or so and she'll be home today or tomorrow. And when she left she cautioned me to take good care of the goldfish. She is very fond of goldfish. I guess I must have neglected them some, be cause they died. Well, I'm taking them in town to some place where they sell goldfish. I want to get these matched, so she'll never know. Only I should have done it before, because I'm afraid she'll get home today." z-Advertisemen t AND while we're on trains: A young - woman was reading aloud to her com panion a car card advertisement. " 'Blended with cream,' " she read, " 'Thomas J. Webb Coffee doubles the enjoy ment of your favorite beverage.' The hell it does. I've tried it with gin and it made me sick." (food Morning AVERY busy gentleman who is easily ruf fled telephoned his lawyer. That gentle man's firm was one of those with ever so many partners, and each partner's name was a part of the firm name. The solicitors' switchboard girl took the call and said in a pleasant voice, "Good morning. This is Howard, Crosby, Sedgwick, Murge- troid, Gowdy, Appleton and Howard." Or something like that. Anyway, it took several seconds to get it all out. "Good morning, good morning, good morn ing, good morning, good morning, good morn ing," replied the very busy gentleman some what testily, "Is Mr. Crosby there?" zJlfyrt — of Myrt and Marge ONE morning a young woman walked into the offices of the William Wrigley, Jr., Company in the Wrigley Building and asked to see Mr. Wrigley. Under her arm she car ried a roll of manuscript containing the first few episodes of a radio act that she had just written. Mr. Wrigley wasn't surprised at the idea of someone wanting to sell him a radio act. Other people had tried to interest him in radio acts before. In fact the Wrigley sig nature had been ardently sought by every alert radio salesman in the country. But the world's biggest advertiser of chewing gum hadn't signed. He was still looking. So he encouraged the young woman to open up her roll of manuscript and let him hear how an episode or two -would sound. She did. The act opened backstage in a Broadway theatre where a musical show was in re hearsal. Above the racket of stage carpen ters at work and the babel of many voices, an old trouper was putting a chorus through practice paces. The thing was colorful with the jargon of the boards and as it went along the characters came sparkling into life — hard-working, jolly; gay at times, at times full of pathos. They were captivating. Mr. Wrigley bought the act, put it on the air, 20 The Chicagoan and immediately the young woman found herself not only writing a radio serial, but playing the leading part in it as well. "Myrt and Marge" is the name of the act, and the young woman is Myrtle Vail. When she was a girl down in Joliet, she got so strong a desire for stage life that she ran away from school, came to Chicago and got herself a job in a musical show. That was the beginning of a theatrical career which has taken her trouping all over the country, playing in stock, in musical comedy and in vaudeville. It's her own experience, a typical experience of hundreds of theatri cal performers, that she's writing about. Siveet Breeze DURING a warm spell last month a certain loop jeweler, whose office hap pened to be beneath that of a broker, was faced with the task of re-investing a few thousands released by selling some bonds about which he had lately heard disquieting news. He talked over several stocks with his broker-friend on the floor above, the latter promising to let him know when he thought it advisable to buy, and what. Several days later the jeweler returned to his desk to find a slip bearing the name of the broker's firm, and the advice, "Buy 100 XYZ." The jeweler 'phoned the firm at once and his friend, being out of the office at the time, gave the order to a junior clerk. Two days later the broker-friend 'phoned to suggest buying some ABC common. The jeweler was busy at the time, said he'd think it over, and let the broker know. Not until a week later did they both dis cover that the slip bearing the broker's name and "Buy 100 XYZ," had never been in tended for the jeweler, but had blown out of the broker's window and floated down into the jeweler's immediately below. A stenographer, finding it on the floor, had placed it upon the latter's desk. Meanwhile XYZ had gained four points and ABC sunk six. (fames IN Germany they play a game which they call Chicago. It's played at the bars, with the play ers all sitting on the high bar chairs. Three dies (that's right — if there were two they would be dice) are used. Each player casts three times, but can reserve one or two of the cubes. A 6 counts 60, an ace counts 100. Other throws count their face value. The high est count possible is 180 (three 6's), no matter what else is tossed. The player having low score buys drinks for the crowd, and everyone can order anything he wants; that's a rule of the game. No one knows why the game is called Chicago, and probably no one here has heard of it before. There's another game that's played in local speakeasies. It's a silly sort of game, but it's been known to alleviate the spirit of boredom that sometimes oppresses the party after small talk has run its course. You have to have some Mexican jumping beans to play it. A circle about six inches in diameter is drawn on the table cloth with a pencil, lipstick or burned match. Place therein as many Mexican jumping beans as there are members of your party. The beans may be marked with numerals so that their owners will know their entries. Then you just sit around and keep your eye on your bean. When a bean jumps outside the circle its owner may go home. The last bean left loses for its owner, who has to pay the check. The beans jump best when warm so it's wise to pick a -well-heated place. t-Add Rackets SEVERAL Chicagoans and an Eastern guest were discussing rackets, when the latter related this experience: Desiring to reduce, she had sought a large beauty salon in her home city (and not rep resented, by the way, here in town), accom panied by her dog. Bepps, a Boston terrier, was allowed to follow her into the private room where she was weighed and where she changed from street clothes to a jersey and bloomers. During the latter process she saw Bepps wander over to the scales and climb upon it, sending the indicator to "10." Soon she was led to an ivory-and-gold gym, where mild exercise ensued, and after that to the masseuse and special bath. At last she returned to her private room to dress and reweigh. The attendant, in a highly sat isfied manner, pointed to her amazing loss of four whole pounds. But just as she left the scales, her terrier again leaped upon it. And to her greater amazement, she saw that Bepps — who had rested quietly during the hour — showed a loss of nearly the same four pounds! Communism ONE of those nice old ladies had been read ing about communism and how hungry and ill-looking communists often were — for the Cause. One day on the street she saw a fairly well clothed young man who, she thought, looked like a communist. His face was hollow and drawn and pinched and he had great circles under his eyes. He looked hungry, too. The nice old lady was certain he was a communist. She approached him. "Are you a communist?" she said. "No, m'am," the wan man replied. "I ve been sick." (fhamp AND it might have been the same nice old - lady who, while waiting for a street car, saw two small boys in front of a hot dog stand. The smaller of the two purchased five hot dogs and ate them in fairly rapid succession. The nice old lady was astonished. Her ma ternal instincts came to the fore immediately and she hurried over to the boys. "Little boy," she said to the larger of the two. "Aren't you afraid your little brother will get very, very sick eating so many of those hot dogs?" "Naw. He won't get sick," replied the boy. "Why, at home we call him 'Hot Dog Bennie.' " TELEGRAM, MR. MCNAMEE PROGRAM COMING IN FINE, WHAT ROUND IS THIS?' " ¥- ¦ December, 1931 21 LU;MM-%-' ¦". -^:- . . :: : .:";: •'¦-:::¦'¦¦• ':;: " CHAPEL AT BETHLEHEM. LAKE OF TIBERIAS, OR SEA OF GALILEE. STEEL ENGRAVINGS REPRODUCED IN ILLUSTRA TION OP "pilgrimage" ARE FROM THE VOLUME. Syria. The Holy Land, Asia Minor, published IN 1837 BY FISHER, SON, U> COMPANY, LONDON. NOW IN POSSESSION OF LOYOLA UNIVERSITY. Pilgrimage This Year of Grace in Galilee By Grace Long McLean .NOTE: Grace McLean's letters from the Holy Land picture an old and unchanged shrine side by side with one strikingly new and changed. Selected from her forthcoming book *At Home in India," they offer a piquant contrast to the rare old steel engrav ings made by English artists on a pilgrimage in 1 S 1 7 r ° b TOMORROW we get into Cairo so I can send off this letter from there. We left Calcutta sweltering in the heat and had an uneventful journey to Bombay. Hot, of course, but we are used to that. I felt rather depressed when I realized that I was leaving my house and my animals for seven long months. The three cats and Rippy, the dog, will stay in the house, or, rather, live out in the compound most of the time, and they have a full time servant to wait on them. Ira, the blind cat, we thought it best to have put away and so we had him injected, poor little chap, and he is buried in the animal cemetery under the palm trees. The evening we left, the servants solemnly assembled and presented us with bouquets of flowers and promises of good behaviour, and we left Howrah station with garlands of flow ers from the office Babus round our necks. We were quite glad to get on the boat after a couple of very hectic days in Bombay. Many people said it would be terribly hot going up the Persian Gulf at this time of the year (April) but the trip has been beautifully cool. We motored from Damascus to Jerusalem, staying one night at Haifa. We found it very cheap to go by car here, cheaper than the railway and one can see so much more of the country that way. After leaving Damascus we passed through the village of Kuneitra, leaving Mt. Hermon on our right, and then began the long descent to the Sea of Galilee. It is lovelv rolling country, fertile valleys surrounded by stony hills. We passed over the River Jordan shortly before leaving Syria and coming to the Palestine border. The River is not very wide at this point, nor very deep, with herds of sleek black and white cattle standing knee deep in the water. 1 he descent to the Sea of Galileo is very steep since Damascus is about 3,000 feet above sea level and the Sea of Galilee about 800 feet below sea level. So rapid is the descent that we could feel the difference in the air pressure in the throbbing and beating in our ears. On the north shore of the Lake we saw the ruins of Capernaum, with Roman columns similar to those of Baal bek, only on a smaller scale. Excavations have been made there and it is thought that some of the ruins are those of the synagogue in which Jesus preached the sermon on the Bread of Life. Here, too, at Magdala was the home of Mary Magdalene, just a handful of little houses now. It had been misty up to this time but then the sun came through and turned the water to a deep lovely blue. We made our lunch beside the ancient Sea of Galilee with its de lightfully clear, clean water, with little fishing boats riding on it, looking just the same as it did when Jesus Christ used to accompany the fishermen on their excursions. At the southern end of the Lake we came to the old walled town of Tiberias, swarming with guides, and what nuisances they are. Leaving Tiberias we ascended again very abruptly, the road doubling on itself with hair pin turns as we climbed the mountain slopes. It seems to me that the ascent is more steep for the short distance than on the mountain road from Siliguri to Darjeeling, through the Himalayas. Below us we could see the fertile valleys with the different colored squares of cultivation, the deep red of the freshly turned earth, the green of the young grain, the deep yellow of ripe grain and the dark green of the olive groves on the mountain slopes. We passed through several villages, one of which now called Kafr Kenne is the ancient Cana of Galilee where Christ turned the water into wine at the marriage feast. At Nazareth, built on the side of one of the hills, a lanky and rather dirty youth in a Damascus cap acted as a guide. He took us first to the Church of the Annunciation which is built over Mary's Grotto. There was a very ancient church there before the present one was built with some of the original pillars still standing. You go down to the altar in the Grotto on steep steps, with the present church built over it, as in nearly all the sacred ENTRANCE TO THE HOLY SEPULCHRE, JERUSALEM. December, 1931 21 places. These churches, naturally, are all Greek Orthodox or Roman Catholic, since they were all built before the Protestant Reformation. The Church of St. Joseph is built on the site of the carpenter's shop which is associated with the childhood of Christ. We looked down into a deep, dungeon-like place built of stone with seats of stone against the walls, which they say is the shop where Joseph plied his trade. It is not certain whether all of these places said to be associated with the life of Christ are really authentic but they are interesting because they may be, and also be cause there is no doubt that somewhere in the immediate neighborhood the boyhood of Jesus was passed and he was many times in these actual places. CjOING from the old syna gogue to the Well of Mary we passed through the bazaars which have been left as they have been for hundreds of years. The streets are very narrow with many arches across them over which the houses are built. It makes the streets very dark, of course, but fascinating. They are all paved with cobble stones with a footpath on each side and the centre of the street is so narrow it will only admit donkey traffic. Down the centre of this narrow street runs a drain which serves for water drainage and refuse. Not too sanitary, but picturesque, and one can't have everything. A Greek Orthodox Church is built over the Well of Mary. It is supposed to be the well that Mary always used and Jesus drank from, and there is still plenty of good water there. It runs to an outside well or "Fountain of Mary" as it is called. From it the neighbor ing people still obtain their water and we saw a number of little girls with their water pitch ers on their heads, just getting the evening supply. From Nazareth to Haifa the road winds and turns up and down the hills where we passed a number of the new Jewish settlements. As we neared Haifa we could see Mt. Carmel, along the base of which we drove, and on our right the Plain of Acre, with its memories of Richard Coeur de Lion and the old Crusaders. Haifa is a modern looking town which has come into prominence since the war as a port. There is a fine new harbour built by the Gov ernment and many new and fine looking houses. The gardens are gay with scarlet and pink double geraniums, with phlox, marigolds, poppies, all sorts of flowers and flowering shrubs. A large German colony has settled here as there used to be an old German Templars settlement close by. They even have a German beer garden! Leaving on Sunday for Jerusalem, we went back over the same road as far as Nazareth because we -were told the coast road is too bad. Soon we were in the midst of some of the most important of the new Jewish Colonization Settlements. Bal- fouria is quite a flourishing looking colony, and Afuleh is an important centre as it is on the railway and so afford facilities for the ship ment of their products. It was here that the British gained a decisive victory over the Turks in 1918. In Biblical times it was the Field of Armageddon; battles were fought on it in the Crusades and Napoleon fought the Turks here. Today it is all peaceful enough, unless the Arabs decide to have a go at the Jews. I don't think they are likely to attack these large colonies, but isolated colonies are very nervous of their Arab neighbors. We saw some of the small settlements with Arab farms all around them, and Arabs are not too nice to have for neighbors when they have a grievance. One of their grievances is that so much has been done for the Jews by the wealthy mem bers of their community. They live in quite nice little bungalows and have up-to-date machinery for their farm work while the Arab has to get on with the same things that his forefathers have used for generations. It is difficult to predict whether this project will succeed or not. Some think it will be a failure since the Arabs outnumber the Jews and are beginning to realize the power of the boycott. Others think the indomitable energy of the Jews and their faithfulness to this idea all through the centuries will triumph. All this is historical country. We passed Dothan where Joseph came seeking his brethren and on the top of a hill we saw the ruins of Samaria in which stood the ivory palace of Ahab. After quite a long run through fertile valleys and their surrounding barren stony hills we reached the town of Nablus. Just outside Nablus is Jacob's Well. This is one of the few sites which are really authentic It un doubtedly was here that Jesus conversed with the woman of Samaria and drank the water she gave him. From the top of Mt. Scopus as we approached Jerusalem we got a splendid view of the Holy City. There is so much to see in Jerusalem that it is hard to know where to begin. The city abounds with churches of every conceivable denomination, monasteries, convents, schools and institutions without end. The poor unfortunate visitor needs a very long purse as he is expected to give to all of them and they are certainly not at all backward about asking. In the streets one meets monks and nuns of all the different orders, Armenian, Greek, Roman Catholic, Syrian, Coptic and Chaldean priests, Jewish rabbis and Mohammedan priests, to say noth ing of the members of all the various Protes tant organizations. The old part of the city, within the walls, remains practically untouched. We were stay ing just outside the old city, near the Jaffa Gate. When one enters through one of the gates one immediately finds oneself in a differ ent world. The narrow dark streets, lined with shops, rambling (Turn to page 82) CHURCH OF THE HOLY SEPULCHRE, JERUSALEM. 24 The Chicagoan PLAIN OF THE JORDAN, LOOKING TOWARD THE DEAD SEA. | .V ¦¦¦ :¦¦ ¦"¦¦: -I' s.v dSt MOUNT CARMEL, LOOKING TOWARD THE SEA. PHOTOGRAMS These pictures — photograms — were made by photographer A. George Miller entirely with' out the aid of camera or lens. In the picture above two graduates, one upright and one in verted, and a stirring rod were used as sub jects. They were placed on a photographic plate in a dar\ room and a light was flashed from the upper right-hand corner, resulting in what appears to be a legitimate photograph with the shadows of the graduates splashing across the picture. Then, with proper devel opment and printing the picture, one of excel lent quality, was produced. In the photogram to the right the objects — \eys, coins, flas\ and cigarettes — are easily recognizable. Noteworthy Chicagoans of 1931 A Distinguished Nomad 9s Third Annual Review of the Town By Joseph P. Pollard THE beer baron who, defending his fail ure to pay an income tax, argued long and earnestly that he was entitled to deduct the expense of bribing the government officers. I0i The adventurous South Sider who went West in an Austin, with trailer attached, and who set up a filling station to sell the gas of an independent company in the midst of the Standard Oil fields at Casper, Wyoming. \0\ The wife who sued her husband for assault for an attempted kiss, and the judge who awarded her damages on the ground that "modern codes forbid compulsion of any kind, despite the hysterical reaction by some lady novelists in favor of the 'he-man' or 'cave-man,' as he is variously called." 10% The policeman who saw a funeral headed for Indiana Harbor, who remembered there was no cemetery in Indiana Harbor, who tore after the procession, opened the hearse door, and found a great deal of liquor. 10% The newspaper reader who became alarmed at the report of a probable Indian uprising until his daughter informed him that the item was carried as an "Eighty Years Ago" feature. 10% The man who complied with the second and third parts of a court order to pay his wife alimony, to enter her house, and to thrash her, before it was discovered that the order should have read to pay alimony but not to enter her house or to thrash her. 10% The reporter attending the lawsuit involv ing the ownership of a dog, who observed that the dog yowled and barked so that witnesses could not be heard, and who promptly solved the problem by feeding the dog gumdrops. \0% The lady who became suspicious when her husband "got to acting independent like," (stayed out nights, cut her allowance), and who discovered upon investigation that he had divorced her two years before. 10% The liquor offender who was unable to get into the courtroom when his case was called, because of the large crowd of spectators await ing a murder trial there, and whose bond was promptly forfeited by the judge. 10% The professional wedding attender who crashed into homes as well as churches, and whose loud cheers at last brought him to the attention of the judge who was the father of this particular bride. 10% The grocer who decided to announce that he had fallen heir to a million dollars, but who retracted his story when served with papers in four different breach of promise suits. 10% The shoe-store robber who, when inter rupted by a lady customer, took time out to sell her a pair of perfect fitting shoes and receive cash payment to add to the loot he had already taken from the proprietor. \0% The gossip who said "Mrs. X has produced two at a birth. Each father will have its own child." 10% The lawyer who willed $50,000 to a client who had lost that sum on account of advice which the lawyer had given him. 10% The proprietor of a West Side beer flat who admitted he had filed application for the job of prohibition agent to get even with the rival who had taken his beer trade away. 10% The judge who was called upon to settle a certain stockyards disturbance, and who said "The hides of two of the stolen steers were brought into court and exhibited to the jury. In this there was no error. It was evidence tending strongly to prove the animals were dead." w% The scribbler who was so harassed by cred itors that he decided to turn on the gas and end it all, but whose life was saved by the appearance of the man who had come to col lect the gas bill. 10% The lady who never owned a pet during her life but who bequeathed a million dollars so that stray dogs could ride in taxicabs and enjoy sun-ray treatments. 10% The hold-up victim who became so disgusted with the bandit's technique in failing to find the large bills in his vest pocket that he took the bandit's pistol, had him arrested, and sought to press a charge of "mismanagement of funds." 10% The federal officers who seized a large still, who donned working clothes and kept the still going to entrap unapprehended members of the gang, and who were promptly captured by a new detachment of raiding officers. 10% The jury who awarded damages to a man who had escaped unharmed in an automobile accident, but who jumped through the bed room window in his sleep while dreaming of the crash the following night. 10% The Negro missionary who went out to Africa twenty years ago, who got word of "starving Chicagoans" during the present American depression, and who raised $3.88 among his Zulu parishioners to aid them. 10% The university professor whose chance re mark that the gigolo profession might some day be recognized in America resulted in the receipt of a letter from a middle-aged gentle man who "wanted to take the course" in the new gigolo department. w% The jeweler who successfully sued a recent bride to recover the unpaid balance on the -wedding ring. 10% The witness in a will contest who explained the difference between the testatrix's ordinary signature and her signature on the disputed will: "She signed it on top of a man's straw hat." 10*. The husband who sued his wife for divorce, accusing her, among other things, of painting black stripes on the trousers of his new grey suit. The youth who, when arrested for drunken driving, explained he had just had a Turkish bath which made him so weak he couldn't drive straight, and the alcohol which the officer smelled was an alcohol rub he had at the bath. \0% The suburban householder who summoned four fire trucks to extinguish the blaze which turned out to be a red glow reflected on the garage windows by the tail light of his car. 10% The disorderly one whose penalty was changed from a small fine to a jail sentence when he told the judge he thought he should go free because he had cast four votes for the judge at the last election. 10% The lady who sued a department store for $50,000 because a male employee opened the door of a closet in which she was trying on a dress. December, 1931 27 / I", | 1:;?!: "ll!i|p",« r»r-|| J Jfl 1 HI 1 L «. -.. HI . - llillllili f "A glorious Aida, Benedict, and we've still time to catch the midnight show at Mc Viewer's.'' 28 The Chicagoan That Was New Year's An Authentic Account of the Accounting Dated January ly 1907 By Paul T. Gilbert WHAT a kick the reformers must have got out of Chicago's New Year's Eve revels a quarter of a century ago! The show was all out in the open then. It hadn't been driven under the table by Vol stead. To have witnessed it through a re former's eyes must have been something of a privilege, for reformers have a certain advan tage over most of us, who are never able, somehow, to obtain the correct perspective. The reformer, who views the scene dispassion ately and with scientific aloofness, analyses it more clearly and misses nothing. Every revolt ing detail of the saturnalia is etched indelibly upon his memory, and he has something to gloat over on long winter evenings. As Chicago prepared to say good-bye to 1906 and to give the new year bacchic wel come, the reformers, too, were planning to get in on the fun. Some valid excuse, of course, was necessary if one of the better element were to mingle with the ribald throng. But Chicago, even at that time, had a "lid." True, it never stayed on very tight, but it was the crusaders' raison d'etre. The Chicago Law and Order league, of which that perennial up- lifter, Arthur Burrage Farwell, was the head, had succeeded in having a 1 o'clock closing ordinance passed. And Chief Collins had agreed to back it up. Chicago was to have a "sane" New Year's. Here, then, was a chance to see the lid in operation; to get evidence against the violators; to note the chagrin of the roisterers when the bars were closed and they were deprived of their holiday cheer. That alone would be worth seeing, for there is perhaps a little of the sadist in the average reformer. Then there was the opportunity of witnessing a shameful orgy, of seeing women, corybantic from much wine, dancing on the table . . . Lucy Page Gaston, arch foe of the cigarette, did not propose to be left out of the picture. Disquieting rumors had drifted in from the East to the effect that Martin's, a New York lobsteria, had given permission to its lady customers to smoke. They might go as far as they liked, it was said. This was setting a dangerous precedent. Chicago women, now that the gates had been let down, might elect to emulate their New York sisters. Inhibitions are notoriously relaxed on New Year's Eve, and anyway, Miss Gaston would investigate for herself, descend into the gilded cafes and see what she would see. Meanwhile, Chicago had settled down systematically to the business of celebration. An army of extra waiters had been recruited by the hotels and restaurants and the bars had been stocked with champagne. From Colosimo's to the College Inn tables had been reserved weeks in advance. The festive evergreen and crepe paper decorations were in place. The lobby of the Aiiditorium Annex had been fenced off and transformed, by means of paper lanterns, into a Japanese tea garden. Admission to the swankier places, such as the Pompeian Room, Rector's, the Vic toria's Dutch Room, the Wellington, the Stratford, the States and the College Inn was by card. In the bar rooms, the Tom and Jerry bowl was overflowing and the lunch counters were heaped high with baked hams, turkeys, fried oysters and moulded salads. As the old year drew to a close, street vendors were doing a brisk trade in bazoos, ticklers, cow-bells and tin horns. By 8 o'clock the downtown streets began to show signs of festivity. In basement res taurants and in red-lighted wine rooms the honest working girl met her boy friend, and after the preliminary sloe gin fizzes, started out to see the fun. The first thing for a girl to do, of course, was to equip herself with a tin horn and a tickler. As she lurched and plunged through solid phalanxes of brawlers, she could tickle a fellow with a duster or toot a horn in his ear. You could get away with things like that on New Year's Eve. Sometimes the fellow got tough about it — if he had one of those mean, ingrowing jags — and your boy friend would be called on to paste him one. But what was a mere street brawl on a night like this? There wasn't any chance of crashing the gate at Rector's or the other places where the dress suit trade was gathering, but you could link arms with the rest of the bunch, drag a chain of cowbells over the cobble stones, or go snake-dancing in and out of the hotel lobbies and saloons. Your pompadour was awry now, and the rat showed through; you had spilled sloe gin over your white lawn waist, and you certainly felt woozy. The men were grinning at you. That last drink had had a sort of funny effect on you. You saw double and you kept feeling with your feet for the sidewalk. The faces drifting past and dis solving in a whirl were phantoms. They came sweeping up in waves like something out of a dream. The noise had blended into a dull roar. You began to be a little sick at the stomach. . . • The theaters that night played to capacity, and between acts the ad jacent bars were lined six deep. Bartenders were gruff if you ordered a mixed drink. Your drinks came sliding over to you through the wine dregs. In the better cafes many of the tables were still vacant, for it was still only the shank of the evening. But eleven o'clock brings the theater crowds, and the orchestras have begun to warm up. Wine flows circum spectly at first, then with more abandon. One hour left of the old year; two hours before curfew rings. There is a good deal of speculation as to how the closing law will work out. The thing resolves itself to this: To hell with the Law and Order league. To hell with the reformers. The manager will find some way of getting around them. Some body says that the doors will be locked, but that one can order all the drinks he wants in advance. That will show them. So long as December, 1931 29 they are ordered and paid for before 1 o'clock, nobody can touch you. Let them try . . . The waiters are bringing in wine pails packed with ice. Green bottles are lifted out reverently and wrapped in napkins. It is something of a ceremony to open wine. The popping of champagne corks can be heard above the music of the orchestra. The dropping of the government time ball, decorated with red lights, from its mast atop the Masonic Temple was the signal for the noise to start. A crowd of fifty thousand people in the loop went mad. The swelling symphony of bells and factory whistles was augmented by the din of horns and bazoos. Boys cut loose with their college yells. Chief Collins had restricted the noise- making to five minutes, for this was to be a "sane" New Year's. He might as well have tried to curb a tornado. The snake dances grew wilder and wilder. Flying wedges swept the blue-coats off their feet. State street became a human tide flow ing in opposite directions, with maelstroms at the cross streets. One was blinded by gusts of confetti. Women old enough to know bet ter brandished feather dusters, shrieking hys terically as they thrust them under the noses of strangers. Men smiled unrebuked at every pretty face. The masher law was forgotten. Here and there some bacchanal could be seen trying tipsily to walk the cable slot. The sane New Year's -was a fiasco. In Peacock alley a bellboy clutched a board to which was attached a huge gong. He glanced at his watch and pulled the wire to mark the advent of the new year. But not more than three strokes were heard. "In the center of the Pompeian room," to quote a contemporary press, "a comely young woman attired in a decollete blue gown, sounded the tocsin with a shrill cheer as she climbed from her chair to the table. Waving her champagne glass in a circle, she called for three cheers for the new year, as the wine sprayed everyone within ten feet. The call met with an instant response. In every sec tion of the room men and women mounted tables and cut loose with yells and shrieks. "Still the girl in blue led the turmoil. She toasted first one then another of the men around her, and even noticed with a smile a man who was drinking a mere highball. "Playing The Star-Spangled Banner, a little German band in fancy costumes, headed by Father Time with scythe and hour-glass, marched in. The Pompeian orchestra played Rings on Her Fingers, Bells on Her Toes and the girl in blue awakened to action. A dance on the table followed, replete with excitement for those around her." A dance on the table! Something corybantic about that. Long- stemmed glasses jingling, a green bottle bounc ing off. A shapely leg exposed to the knee. A group of maudlin faces and glazed eyes. Multiply this scene by one thousand for a picture of the celebration. One o'clock found the cafes locked, but with champagne flowing like water inside. The guests had stocked up for the rest of the night. There was visiting from table to table. New and endearing friendships were cemented over a glass of wine. If your supply ran low, you had only to call on an obliging neighbor. Dainty feet were hoisted to the tables, crush ing out the candelabra. The waiters were be ginning to feel dizzy, too. In one French restaurant a pretty girl -was seen to disappear from time to time behind the swinging doors, returning more and more disheveled. At Rector's the noise was "like the rolling mills." "At one loop hotel," a newspaper reported "persons in all stages of intoxication danced to the music of the orchestra. A well-dressed woman and a man in a silk hat staggered from the lobby and teetered across the sidewalk until they lost their balance and fell against a cab horse. They remained clinging to the blanket of the surprised animal until friends rescued them. "Men took occasion between drinks to kiss their partners or their friends' partners. One girl called across the room, 'Come kiss me, Jim.' Jim made his way unsteadily among the chairs and tables, careening like a ship at sea. Finally he landed in the girl's lap, and a cheer went up as a vinous kiss was bestowed. "At another table, one woman sang hys terically: 'This is the night we all get tight; nobody cares if we fall downstairs.' That about expressed it. Into such scenes descended the investigators, passing themselves off as reporters. They saw the revelers drinking defiance to the closing law. At Tom Chamale's, a mob of two thou sand were pounding the tables with tin horns, demanding more wine, when the raiding squad herded them out to the sidewalk, singing, shouting and quarreling. Into the smoke-filled rooms stalked Lucy Page Gaston, accompanied by a gray-bonneted deaconess from the Midnight mission. A curious contrast they made to the gay crowds. The gaunt, uncompromising spectre of the anti-cigarette crusader filled many of the mer rymakers with awe, and wine glasses half raised to lips were placed surrepitiously back on the tables. The reformers were conducted down the red-carpeted stairway of Rector's while the revelry was at its height. But while they saw plenty of drinking, they felt vastly relieved on finding not even a suspicion of cigarette smoking among the women. At the College Inn they looked on at the mad scene from behind a palm. "What's that bubbling fluid they're drinking from those long flat glasses?" Miss Gaston innocently wanted to know. "I think that's champagne," their more worldly-wise escort informed them. "How much does it cost?" "Four dollars a quart is the cheapest." Miss Gaston shook her head reproachfully. "Just think what that would do for our poor boys and girls," she said. She was convinced, how ever, that the Chicagoenne, despite her capacity for New Year's Eve wines, was not a cigarette fiend. "For," she added, as she left for home with a sense of duty fulfilled, "there's no hope for a woman who smokes cigarettes in pub- "SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG. EVERYBODY IN THESE TWO ROWS STEP OUT, PLEASE, AND WE'LL START OVER AGAIN." 30 The Chicagoan HIS MAJESTY, KING HORSE By Paul Brown These etchings by the master of equine subjects, from the O'Brien Gallery, are The Birch Covert, above, Into the Plow and Where Away at right, The Chaser below. ,?tAx>-, ' \<iHa ...>, /*'¦/¦ «#*r DRY POINT CONTRASTS By E. L. Bloomster An especial fondness for metropoli' tan subject matter is responsible for these and related wor\s reveal' ing innate characteristics of world centers. Above, Chicago River, left, Tribunal de Commerce and Conciergie, Paris. The Cocktail Tyranny Iconoclastic Comments from a Weary Diner-Out By Durand Smith DNNER parties are beginning to tell on me. I suppose, as one approaches thirty, an attitude of calm resignation, if possible of tranquil acceptance, is becoming. Instead I find myself increasingly captious and critical. Good manners are incompatible with an irritable temperament. Although late to the dinner party, I am not late enough. My host has only just put in a breathless appearance. Invariably, his dress, be it informal, dinner-jacket or tails, differs from mine. ("Why it doesn't make a bit of difference, old man. All we want is you!"). Conversation sparkles with platitudes; more guests arrive, then cocktails, almost never side cars or Alexanders, and I begin to give way. Bitterness wells up in me as the tardiness of my fellow-guests heightens my hunger. I brood when I discover who my dinner part ners are. If the menu displeases me I sulk, or I am extravagantly and childishly enthusi astic if there is lemon in the consomme or chocolate ice cream for dessert. I demand a large glass of cold milk from my already harassed and probably indignant hostess. By the time coffee is served, which I never touch, I am in an ugly mood — a thoroughly impos sible guest. M.UCH of my resentment of contemporary dinner parties is due to that peculiarly American in stitution, the cocktail. Like many others, such as bull markets, foot ball games and charity performances, cocktails have been overdone. Once they were a pleasant preliminary to a dinner party, a brief social grace. Now they seem to be as necessary as a fresh vegetable, as inevitable as a meat course. They fail ut terly to prepare the palate for food, as do French aperitifs, and often they take up twice as much time as any other dinner course. The modern host, eager to please (the ma jority), has usually mixed more than enough. ("Here's your dividend, Bob. We can't waste anything this year!") Or inter minable waits occur for "just one more round." Hungry guests snatch at caviar sandwiches (half the caviar is always spilled), olives and bacon tid-bits. The problem then confronts them of disposing of the pits and appetizer toothpicks. (Please somebody invent a prac tical and suitable olive-pit receptacle) . If the party is a large one, such as a club dinner- dance, with waiters wriggling through the mill ing guests, several glasses are bound to be broken. Cocktails are a definite and deliberately artificial stimulant to congeniality. Nine out of ten people will admit that they drink them for the effect. In a supposedly intelligent and cultured society, their almost invariable appear ance is a sign of decadence, a reflection upon the host and hostess as well as on their guests. The former tacitly admit their inability to put people at their ease, to sufficiently entertain them otherwise. And the inference is that the guests are so socially barren and intellec tually feeble that alcohol must be used to stir them up and make them bearable company. As we all know, the stirring up process is sometimes entirely too successful. I AM not a dry. I voted for modification last spring. Nor will I soon forget the superb sparkling Burgundy at a party a year ago. And a carefully planned, properly balanced dinner with sherry, white and red wine, champagne, port and liqueurs is to me the ultimate in epicurean delight. (Admittedly I have never experienced such a feast in this country). But I do whole heartedly resent the absurd social convention that cocktails must be served. I see no need of serving them. When I give a dinner party I don't care to stimulate my friends with alcohol; I like them as they are. And what right have they to take cocktails for granted, to consider me odd and inhospitable if I choose not to serve them? How would they feel if I went to their homes and made it clear that I was expecting broccoli? The host who declines to serve cocktails, who is confident that he and his guests can enjoy themselves without cocktails, has my boundless admiration. Emerson made a few remarks that seem apt: "What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. . . . Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist." For those who really feel the lack of such stimulants at a dinner party, I have pity, but no sympathy, for the cocktail is a habit, not a necessity. It has been given a false importance, a deplorable emphasis. It has become a stupid tyrannical custom. And so, children, your mean old uncle has had his say. Run along now and mix him a side-car. JUST THE SAME, COMMANDER, IT LL BE PRETTY GRAND TO GET BACK TO CIVILIZATION AGAIN." December, 1931 33 Chicago's first post office was located at South Water Street and "The For\s." John S. C. Hogan, the secoyid postmaster (Jonathan Tv7. Bailey was the first) erected the small log building in 1831. The original picture from which William tAar\ Young has etched the above is owned by the Chicago Historical Society. And now, at Harrison and Canal Streets the new post office planned by Graham, Anderson, Probst & 'White is in the making. 34 The Situation in the Orient Christmas in Far Off Manchuria and the Devil With It THE Gobi Desert is a barren region in Mongolia and East Turkestan. As a matter of fact, you can go between Gu-Chen and Yangi-Kul, some three hundred miles apart, in about forty days and forty nights, providing you keep your head. It was when we were nearing Chungbadzin, some three years out of New Bedford, that little Makki, the almond-eyed daughter of our Manchurian guide, Randolph, said in her high, piping voice, "Mewy Twismas, Mr. Altrock." "Can it," replied old Schultz, our scientist, rather sharply. "You can say 'Christmas' just as well as I or the next man can." And the child received a slap on her corsage, but it didn't hurt much, as she told the Desk Sergeant later. This little incident, however, illustrates pretty well what Christmas means in troubled Manchuria. In fact, Christmas doesn't mean a damned thing in troubled Manchuria, be cause they just don't have Christmas there. See? "There, there, little Makki," I said to the child. "Don't cry. Dr. Schultz didn't mean to be cross. Dr. Schultz was thinking about some thing else." "Dr. Schultz is a rat," replied little Makki. "Little Makki," I volunteered after awhile, "Did I ever tell you about my Grandfather Everett's Christmas tree plantation near Omaha?" "Yes," said little Makki, ending the conver sation for the time being. Although they don't celebrate Christmas in far off Manchuria in the same manner that we do here in the United States, they do have a sort of a Christ mas, except it's about two months later. The position of the moon has a lot to do with it. It is a day of feasting, or maybe it's fasting. Anyway, the Manchurians call it Mah- Hsuehden which means Good K[ews in English. LITTLE MAKKI SAID IN HER HIGH, PIP ING VOICE, "MEWY TWISMAS." By Edward Everett Altrock But if you were to call a Manchurian a "Son of a Triple, Purple Mah-Hsuehden" he'd more likely than not pull a razor on you, which just goes to show that it isn't always safe to play around with the Manchurian language. But let us see what Mah-Hsuehden is like in far off Manchuria in the modest but conv fortable household of a typical Manchurian family of the upper middle class (or Muil^sue) . First, all the children are home from school and college and the whole family is together again for the first time in a good many months, except Anson, the oldest boy, who is in Amer ica on some rice business for his uncle. Anson joined his uncle's rice firm shortly after he left the university and has been doing very well indeed. Everyone thought Anson wouldn't quite make a go of it in the business world. He had been rather an irresponsible sort in college, always writing poetry and walking through fields. But he has certainly come out of it in great shape. And you can't imagine how it has pleased his father. Only last week Anson wrote that he was very happy in America and was taking such an interest in business. He said he had just started a book called The Rice of Silas Lapham that ought to be pretty good and help him iron out neat a few little things that had been troubling him for some time. The typical Manchurian family of which we write never has any snow at Christmas (or Mah-Hsuehden) time and they're not going to have any this year. Instead, they're going to have something better. They are going to have Aunt Bernice, who has come all the way from Sacramento. Last year Uncle Franz visited them. Poor Uncle Franz. He passed away only a few months ago and the family hasn't yet got over the dreadful feeling that they should have allowed him to light more of the candles on the tree. Well, anyway, they're all set for just happiest kind of Christmas (or Mah-Hsuehden) ever. I shall never forget my happiest Christmas. It was the year Uncle Len sprained his ankle so badly and we had to make a stretcher of rough branches and carry him twenty-two miles over hill and dale in a terrific snow storm to the doctor's to have it taped up. Father never believed in having any tape around the house. (He used to call me a "veritable book-worm.") We certainly were all very thankful that it hadn't happened on Christmas day, but on the day after instead. And then there was that lovely Christmas I spent in Rock Island, Illinois. That was all because I took the wrong train. You see, I was supposed to go to Greencastle, Indiana, with the family to spend the happy holiday season with some very, very old family friends, the Eggestleys. Well, everything started out fine and dandy. We had a little celebration out at the plant where I was working, and then what do you suppose happened? I woke up on the wrong train. But it was grand. There was another Christmas that I shall never forget. No, not if I live to be a dozen. That was the Christmas when the cow shed burned down. Right to the ground. Clean as a whistle. (For the first time in nine years, Cousin Elmo used to say.) What excitement there was! What hustle and bustle and hulla- bloo! It was bleak and cold without. The fire raged throughout the night and far into the next day. Nobody did anything about it. In fact we were all over at Farmer Jocelin's for the day and never knew that the old cow shed had "gone" until the next Friday when Deacon Whittlesley happened to be passing the house. Father called to him from the front stoop where he was doing some mending. "Right-O!" said the Deacon. "But Charlie, where is your chicken coop?" "Yes," replied my father. "That's just what the postman said." Immediately I rushed to my dormer bed room which was just across the hall from father's and dragged the old musket out of the closet. Oh, yes, and one Christmas the whole fam ily paid a visit to our cousins in Newport. Or was it Evansville? Sometimes I think my memory is going back on me. It seems to get worse and worse every day. Only the other evening I was trying for the life of me to think of the name of my teacher back in eighth grade and, by George, I couldn't remember it. Now that I think of it, I believe it was Mrs. Shadboldt, except Mrs. Shadboldt never used to eat her lunch with the other eighth grade teachers. Perhaps it was Miss Herkimer. But really, it's quite a problem to say which was my happiest Christmas. I just guess all of them were. And all this time little Makki was sailing along on the S. S. Mah-Hsuehden bound for America and her Uncle Franz's and Aunt Bernice's orange farm near Sacramento for just the happiest Christmas ever. And I probably made a big mistake in picking out such a hell of a place as Manchuria to write a Christmas story about. THAT WAS THE CHRISTMAS WHEN THE COW SHED BURNED DOWN. December, 1931 35 Alburn Chicagoans A SERIES B y J a nl Spear King Note: By accentuation of essentials of character, the artist has striven to capture something of the essence of those ancients whose fertile ideals have been shown in the heart of our Prairie Metropolis. Philip Dani-6rth Armour surged with the gold rush to California in 1848. Then he went por\ packing to Milwaukee. And after the Civil War he lived on Prairie Avenue and made a million dollars in pigs. He was probably one of the most dynamic powers ever to stir the good old wheat mar\et. Daniel Hudson Burnham was chief of construction for the Exposition in 1893. His brain has lifted many of our firmest structures, including the Masonic Temple and the Field Museum. Dreamer, builder, he evolved the Chicago Plan Commission. And his son heads the architectural com mittee for the 1933 affair. William Frederick Poole, ll.d., T^estor of American librarians, and librarian of the 7<[ewberry Library from its establishment in 188.7, ivas an important flicker in the city's embryonic intellect. He came from Salem and lived in Evanston. He helped found the Chicago Literary Club, and wielded a vigorous pen for the edification of library literature and the exposition and correction of historical error. Gustavus Franklin Swift, butcher and cattle trader, was a Cape Cod Yankee with a great heart. He came here with his busi ness partner, ]. A. Hathaway, in 1875. He founded Swift & Company, the famous "all but the squeal" methods of utilization, and an annual business of more than $160,- 000,000. Father of this "Hog butcher of the world. City of the big shoulders.'' Marshall Field was a slight man with a generative soul. Once he sold dry goods in a Pittsfield, Massachusetts, store. Later on he bequeathed eight million to found the Field Museum, and gave land to the Uni versity of Chicago. He is one of those most acutely responsible, through commercial, financial, and industrial enterprises, for Chicago's prosperity and importance. Philip F. W. Peck came when ours was a frontier post sprawled in swampy prairie. On a piece of property land worth eighty dollars he built the first frame house at South V^ater and La Salle Streets. And there was hatched the town's initial church and Sunday school. Ferdinand W., scion of the famous pioneer, was a 'World's Fair chief . 36 The Chicagoan The Interview Racket An American Institution Goes into Its Decline By Milton S. Mayer IF the depression has done nothing else for the citizens of this commonwealth, it has at least brought about the decline of the interview racket; and having done this it has not been entirely futile. I advert to the depression here not because this is the festive season of the year and there fore an excellent time to spoil people's fun, but because most of us feel that we have had very little fun this last year and that this is a very phooey festive season indeed. Be of better cheer, comrades. True it is, the glories of hard times, if I may throw that phrase into the teeth of the optimists, are a little slow coming to the surface. But in this trough of darkness I find a pearl which may have been overlooked by those better occupied than I. The insincere interview, so well known in the vernacular as blarney, or hot air, has gone into its decline. The day of the "statement for publication," "friends of the radio audience," "to my constituency" sort of abomination is passing. Bad cess to it. It has been an evil yoke, particularly in the recently departed post-war years of cheap success, and in lifting it from their shoulders the ignorant masses of educated people have taken a long stride towards freedom. The rise of the canned interview, and its brazen handmaiden, the endorsement, is not hard to understand. When the ranks of the quietly successful were flooded all at once with loud parvenus, those ranks were denuded of the privacy, the dignity, and the right to reticence that had always been the prerogative of the eminent. The old guard found first its homes and its clubs besieged with pushers and climbers, and then its industrial, banking, and professional security undermined by those pushers and climbers who, to be sure, con ducted themselves like charlatans, scrambling for public notice and using borderline business methods, but who none the less were definitely competitors, and successful competitors, and had to be met on their own low plane. That was the social revolution, in this country, of the war. The parvenus were available for interviews of all sorts at all times and in all connections. They employed publicity men, professional "smok ers up," they gave little parties for the news paper boys, the stage people, and the poli ticians, and their names became the public synonyms for success. In every large city, but most notably in New York, Philadelphia, Chi cago and Los Angeles (Hollywood) , there was a list of easy marks, a group of "good things" — sociable celebrities who could always be counted on for a drink, an interview, a speech before the Lions club luncheon, service on any sort of committee, or the crowning of a Miss Milwaukee Avenue. Many of the overnight success boys were mournfully taken in by the promoters of dis honest enterprises. Here is the way that was worked: A foreigner of suddenly acquired position and fortune has an "in" to the divorced grande dame of the city's society. An old friend of this foreigner, or an old friend of an old friend of his, is a promoter of fake charity events. There is a certain amount of congenial dickering between the foreigner and the promoter, the drinks being on the latter, and with or without her actual consent the grande dame's name is used in the solicitation of funds. Not only do the wives of the parvenus, more lustful even than their hus bands for public notice, subscribe liberally to the enterprise, but they simperingly offer the use of their names, visioning themselves on the same list of patronesses as the grande dame. Then comes the blow-up. The "racket bureau" of the state's attorney's office exposes the fake charity. The willing wives of the parvenus are aghast at the deleterious publicity thev re ceive. They find that the grande dame's name had never actually been listed as a patroness of the enterprise, and their secret shame is complete. Loudly they deny having ient their names to the racket, but they do not go so far as to prosecute the promoter. 1 T has happened a thou sand times here in Chicago. If a promoter was interested in remaining in town he actually obtained, through some such device as that just mentioned, one "good name" with which to corral a selected list of moneyed climbers. And one "good name," in the scuf fle for public notice that preceded the depres sion, was not hard to get. If the promoter simply wanted to put over one job and then duck, or if he was brazen enough, he simply used the "good name" without approaching its owner and, once he had rounded up his quota of parvenus and their willing wives who were eager to get in alongside the "good name," the "good name" was dropped, its owner never enlightened. The most recent instance in Chicago of a promotion stunt smacking of this last pro cedure was the use of the name of Col. R. R. McCormick by the Anti-Vivisection Society. The use of his name was unknown to Mr. McCormick, but it presumably attracted to the anti-vivisection fold the usual swarm of those to whom "McCormick," in Chicago, means "sterling." The deception was brought to Mr. McCormick's attention by Dr. Morris Fish- bein, editor of the pro-vivisection Journal of the American Medical Association, and Mr. McCormick turned the guns of his powerful newspaper on the sad but wiser anti-vivisec- tionists. But I digress in the direction of the endorse ment racket, which, while it is an offshoot of the interview racket, is grown to the propor tions of a major industry itself. While success flourished everywhere in the halcyon era of 1914-1929 (in the light of present conditions we can dis regard the piffling slump of 1921), while in dustrial giants, social leaders, and old families sprang from nowhere overnight, every success ful man was willing to talk. I say "every," and I use the word advisedly. At first, as has been suggested, the members of the old guard shuddered a little, pulled the strings a little tighter on their closed circles, and flat- footedly refused to descend into the melee. But as pushing, publicity-hungry competitors began threatening their security they were obliged to adopt the policy of self-exploitation, to bring themselves closer to their despised public, to unveil monuments, to kiss babies, to pose for pictures, and — helas! — to give inter views. The daily press is an elegant institution. I have the best of reasons for offending no one connected with any department of it. But the daily press is responsible for reducing the inter view to the unsavory level it had reached by 1929. The movie star in the station between trains who wished she could kiss every one of the lovely folks in your wonderful city, the condemned man who ate heartily and hadn't given up hope of a reprieve from the governor, the street cleaner who inherited a million dollars but was going to go on street cleaning, million dollars or no million dollars. And everyone else. No one refused anyone an interview. No one could afford to. If you refused to be interviewed "pressure" was brought to bear on you, and if you still refused then you were exposed as "unwilling to give the public the facts." The magazines jumped in with their success interviews, political interviews, busi ness interviews, and feature interviews. Thou sands of writers, including the best and the worst, interviewed the nation dry. But never quite dry. And then the radio. As the radio audience was regarded as lower intellectually than the newspaper and magazine readers the interview racket was curtailed on the radio. But for that small percentage of the radio audience that decided it had its craw full of jazz music there was always an interview of one kind or another. Finally, and finally was in 1929, everyone had been interviewed. Everyone had been interviewed twice or three times on every subject. The field had been covered. No one was left alive and uninter- viewed. Then came that calamitous October. Where success had flourished everywhere, failure flourished even wider; where industrial giants had appeared overnight, industrial giants toppled in fifteen minutes; where social lead ers and old families had sprung from nowhere, to worse than nowhere they returned. Today no one is successful, no one is happy, no one knows anything. No one talks. No one has anything to say. No one wants to listen. "I have all the worries I can take care of with this railroad," was the way Mr. Henry A. Scandrett, president of the Chicago, Mil waukee, St. Paul and Pacific Railroad, declined December, 1931 37 "AND WHICH INVITATION WILL YOU ACCEPT FOR THE WEEK-END, SIR?" "UMM THE MAUVE AND SILVER ONE, I BELIEVE." to be interviewed a few days ago. And this imortelle from the assistant (nameless here and forever) to Gen. Robert E. Wood, president of Sears Roebuck & Company: "General Wood thinks this is a good time to keep quiet." 1 O be sure, the interview has not yet disappeared from the panorama of our troublous lives. There are those (let me suggest the presidents of defunct banks and the presidents of non-dividend-paying corpora tions) who, in the personal interests of life and limb, are in no position to refuse inter views. And there are those calloused old interviewees who will sound off with phono graph-like cadence out of sheer habituation. The third class of person still interviewable includes the movie star between trains, the prize fighter just before the big fight, and the inventor who needs only another fifty thousand dollars to perfect his Mars rocket. And this brings us to the canny observation that there are two kinds of interviews: (1) the interview solicited, and (2) the interview proffered. Movie stars, politicians safely in office, prize fighters, etc., proffer interviews. Most of them hire press agents, who differ from their em ployers in that they are literate and clever, to foist interviews of one sort or another on the newspapers and magazines. They will go far to get into the papers. They will pay. They will pawn their souls. They will make fools of themselves. Mr. Jack Kearns, once Jack Dempsey's manager, in proffering a 2,000- word interview with himself to every paper in the United States, wrote of Prize Fighter Jack Sharkey (scheduled opponent of Mr. Kearns' Mickey Walker) : "Wnen I have a fighter fighting, I mean a real fighter, I speak what I believe and let the chips fall where they may. Many opine I have labelled that big Polack a quitter just to get his goat and draw the customers to the box office. Nothing could be further from the truth." But if the movie star, etc., is asked for an interview from the use of which someone is going to extract a monetary profit, he is a changed and reticent man. Said Mae Murray, "I always get five hun dred or a thousand dollars for that sort of thing." Said the advertising man, "Miss Mur ray, we pay not one cent." "Very well," replied Miss Murray immediately, "if that's the way you feel about it, I'll do it for nothing." Ted Healy said, "Al Jolson gets $7,000 an hour on the radio. Why should I do it for nothing?" And Walter Hampden's manager said, "As a second Booth, Mr. Hampden feels that he is too high in the realm of acting to have to do such a thing as that." One of Ethel Barrymore's Chicago man agers, in announcing that the empress of the American stage would not donate the story of her success on a commercially sponsored radio program, said : "Ethel needs money badly. She won't do anything she isn't paid for." 1 he widespread belief that the little people are harder to get to than big people is not correct, let be it be said, but it is so nice and cynical and inspiring that I proceed to relate a couple of hand- selected incidents in defense of it. An advertising agency was soliciting inter views to be used in connection -with, but not in endorsement of, a commercial article over a nation-wide radio broadcast. The solicitor wanted to interview Sheriff William D. Meyering. Sheriff Meyering said he -would grant the interview if the solicitor -would come back for it in a few days. Mr. Meyering failed to keep his appointment. Another was made through the sheriff's secretary. The solicitor returned, waited for half an hour. An unidentified man approached him and said, "Are you the fellow who wanted that inter view? Well, we've decided not to give it to you." By "we," it was learned, the unidenti fied man referred to Mr. Meyering. Asked why "we" had decided not to grant the inter view, the unidentified man said, "If we give you an interview, there'll be a lot of guys bothering us all the time." Benny Fields, a vaudeville actor, gave the same reason for refusing to grant an interview, but Mr. D. F. Kelly, president of The Fair, president of the S. S. Kresge company, presi dent of the Catholic Charities, and a director of eleven corporations, listened to the solicitor for thirty seconds, motioned him into a chair, and dictated an interview. Dr. Herman N. Bundesen, the health com missioner who makes commercial radio broad casts for the Horlicks Malted Milk company, was asked for an interview. The young man wrote him a two-page letter, to which Dr. Bundesen said he would have a reply within twenty-four hours. During the next two weeks the young man telephoned Dr. Bundesen thirty-eight times and was unable to talk to Dr. Bundesen. The young man left a message and his telephone number -with Dr. Bundesen's secretary on each of the thirty-eight occasions, but he received no reply from Dr. Bundesen. After having spent a total of four hours and forty minutes waiting in Dr. Bundesen's outer office, while Dr. Bundesen was in his inner office, the young man was told that Dr. Bun desen did not think he could grant the interview. The same interviewer telephoned University 1900 in Evanston and asked for the president's office. Dr. Walter Dill Scott, the president of Northwestern University, answered the tele phone. The interviewer spoke for forty-five seconds. Dr. Scott said, "I'll write the inter view this afternoon and mail it to you. What is your address, please?" The following morn ing the interview arrived by mail. The same interviewer sat in Mr. John T. McCutcheon's office, interviewing Mr. Mc- Cutcheon. The telephone rang three times and Mr. McCutcheon, having no secretary, an swered it. "Forgive me," said Mr. Mc Cutcheon to the interviewer, "for taking up your time while I answer the telephone." The venerable — and (Turn to page 84) 38 The Chicagoan CHICAOpAN FANNY BRICE Having just decided to lay a ten spot on the nose of Spar\ Plug, running in the fifth race at Jefferson Par\, Miss Brice is smiling at the thought of that new evening gown she will buy with the winnings. For the horse is at twenty to one. It is just an avocation with Fanny. By way of vocation she draws down a small stipend each wee\ from the Messrs. Shubert by ma\ing the audiences at Crazy Quilt laugh one minute and cry the next. Tomorrow and Tomorrow Creeps on This Petty Pace from Play to Play CAN you take it? This phrase seems the watch-word of the times. Thea trical producers are stoutly affirming that they can, and will, take it. They keep on bringing plays to Town in hopes that you will visit your safe deposit box, withdraw therefrom one of those nice yellow gold pieces and carry the bullion right over to a box office. During the past thirty days since last I tried to review a dozen plays in a hundred dozen words there has again been every sort of en tertainment in the loop except an Uncle Tom's Cabin Troupe and a burlesque show at the Goodman. Of all our yesternights Tomorrow and Tomorrow (Blackstone) comes the nearest to importance. That Phillip Barry has borrowed unblushingly from Strange Interlude must be obvious to the meanest intelligence. Perhaps Professor Baker's ex-pupils have reciprocal rights to plots. Anyway, who can object un less it be the Medical Association deprecating this insistent showing of young doctors as stallions in strange pastures? To a less viru lent degree this opus has precipitated the same critical conflict as raged over Hotel Universe. Stevens and Lewis were pro; Collins and Borden con. To me a middle ground seems the soundest position. I still find Mr. Barry's Freudian profundities pretentious and empty; his overly bright conversation like a whole • meal of appetizers. Yet moments of the play come over with compelling beauty and grip ping tenseness. Particularly the reticent and delicate love scene between Zita Johann and Glen Anders. If the mannered Mr. Anders appeals to you as the fruitful medico, the case is perfect. For comment on the lovely Miss Johann, look beneath her picture. JN o one can quibble over the merits of The \/inegar Tree (Selwyn) as high comedy. It is a rich bit of fooling, a hilarious maze of cross-purposed loves, a piquant character study of a delightfully fatuous lady. A resume of the plot -would read somewhat like this; A loves B, B loves C, C loves A and B. But the crux of the matter is the attempt of a Malapropish dame of forty plus to warm over a twenty year old love. To the accompaniment of a thousand laughs the lady only succeeds in thawing her own hus band, a crusty old grouch, and not the dash ing artist fellow. Mary Boland essays the leading role. The part could be, and has been, (see Ashton Stevens' comments on Billie Burke's California performance), more subtly played. Miss Boland billows through the eve ning with a gusty technique perilously close to farce. Her method must be infectious, for even H. Reeves-Smith plays the crotchety hus band with unwonted broadness. But Frederick Worlock conducts himself with rare discretion for a man loved by all the women in the cast. Naughtier and not so witty is Tonight or Ujzver (Adelphi), a Boccaccio-like frivole about an opera singer whose starved libido By W I L L I A M C . B O Y D E N revenges itself on her high notes. In the in terest of artistic fulfillment she advances boldly towards a stalwart young American, hesitates, is met by the ultimatum contained in the title, and — the gigolo turns out to be a great impresario. Simple, yet spritely and blushful. Fritzi Scheff is rather remarkable, considering, but her support should be better for a full realization of the comedy's possi bilities. X he Chicagoan is not a soap-box in Washington Park, and the Lord knows I am no reformer. But I find myself impelled to hurl a few bolts of wrath at things as they are — in Earl Carroll's Vanities (Er- langer) . Where, oh where, is the taste of the American people, that they will sit through such unmitigated lubricity as Carroll peddles out? If the mirthless leers at impotency, homo sexuality, lesbianism and concupiscence had a flicker of wit, one might understand. But compared to the librettists employed by Car roll, a group of corset salesmen in a Pullman smoker seems like so many Lonsdales. George Wintz is a smart showman. While others -were in conference about bringing a showboat into the River, he imports Captain Billy Bryant's troupe and houses them in the Studebaker. Captain Billy is not so dumb, either. Guessing that a literal rendition of Ten flights in a Bar Room would probably not carry for an entire evening, he interlards a number of artless but amusing specialities, in cluding a swell curtain speech by himself. The evening is well worth your dollar. Although The Weaker Sex opened at the Cort only a week before we went to press, this may well be an obituary notice. For the so-called comedy is as inept a piece of dramaturgy as ever made a patient audience squirm in their seats. 1 wo battles are raging nightly at the Great Northern, where March ing By is unfolding its glamorous tale of brave soldier boys and beauteous damsels, and pour ing out its rich flood of lush melody. First there is the Battle of Lemberg between the Austrians and Russians, with the chorus boys chasing themselves on and off the stage in alarums and excursions truly Shakespearean. Then the more important struggle for the virtue of Natalie Hall, with Guy Robertson and Leonard Ceeley hurling high notes and middle registers at each other in reckless abandon. This show has everything I like; Leonard Ceeley, darkly handsome and threatening, shaking the rafters with his march song All's Fair in Love and War; debonair Guy Robert son and stately Natalie Hall mingling their blondness and their gorgeous voices in passion ate love duets; Solly Ward masticating the English language into excruciatingly comic forms; diminutive Ethel Norris chirping her comic jingles and playfully naughty gags; all the martial pomp and splendor with which the Shuberts so effectively endowr their romantic song-fests. Of all forms of theatrical enter tainment the operetta has the largest Chicago following. Marching By will make new friends for its kind and keep old ones. There is acting at the Harris such as you have not seen in many a day; acting that gets deep down into your innards and shakes your soul with its horrible reality; acting so good that, in living the brooding tragedy, you for get the art of it; acting that makes you realize how superficial is the thing which currently passes for acting. I refer to Charles Laughton's portrayal of the murderer in Payment De ferred. I have an idea what this play would be without Laughton, without his almost unbear able picture of the mean, whining, pathetic, malific bank clerk who kills for money and buries his victim in the garden. It might fall to dullness by the triviality of much of the episode. With Laughton the evening is a dark, fascinating mood. The horror holds your interest as in a vise. You shudder that a soul can be so putrid. If you are like me, you love it. I wish I had space to say of Cicely Oates more than that she is worthy to play opposite Mr. Laughton. Three revivals round out the roster. The Admirable Crichton stayed two weeks at the Erlanger -with the impressive Walter Hampden, the delicious Fay Bainter, the rotund Sidney Greenstreet and Effie Shannon, romantically remembered by our fathers. You have, of course, seen your local dramatic club present this experiment of Barrie's in social criticism. Today, when Rus sian Grand Dukes are acting as doormen at night-clubs, the idea of a butler bossing his master on a desert island is not very startling. However, there is still charm in the play, which charm Fay Bainter made the more charming by her presence. Proving again that there is an audience for the clean things of life, Blossom Time has done remarkable business at the Grand. Herr Rom berg's paraphrasing of Schubert's music finds dulcet outlet through the larynxes of John Charles Gilbert, Kathryn Reece and Joseph Wilkins. The latter is the best von Schober in my recollection. I imagine there will always be companies singing The Student Prince and Blossom Time. There should be. I hardly supposed I could once more sit through nine acts of Strange Interlude (Great Northern). But I did. The answer must be that O'Neill's characters are so perfectly de fined that they do not require depiction by $500 a week Broadway actors. Two of these unknowns, James Shelburne as Sam and Car roll Ashburn as Charley, were good enough for any company. Addendum — Grand Hotel arrived too late for review in this issue. They were crazy about it in New York. 40 The Chicagoan ZITA JOHANN By her glowing performances, last year, in Uncle Vanya and now in Tomorrow and Tomorrow, this young actress tempts one to prophesy of greatness. The roles are widely divergent, although having in common the element of struggle away from frustration. Miss Johann s rich personality suits this high form of dramatic conflict. Particularly so in Tomorrow and Tomorrow, where her Eve Redman achieves at least partial fulfillment. Memoirs of a Visiting Foreigner Our Intrepid Explorer Sights New York and Rediscovers Paris By Samuel P u t n a m NOW that I am back once more in the alarming (after those cursed elevateds) but soothing quiet of my own Parisian- suburban house and garden, where the utter stillness is only broken by the matins bell from the convent across the way (and one soon learns to sleep through that) or, very occasion ally, by the drum and voice of the medieval town-crier, it seems somehow the natural thing to fall into a reminiscent mood — the mood, say, of a Nansen or a Perry back from the Arctic regions, or a Livingstone Apres tout, when it comes to discovering, I no longer cherish quite the same respect for either Lief or Chris. And speaking of hardships ! It is great sport retailing them to the Missus, over a really well done brochet farci bonne femme. Not that my friend, John Drury, is alto gether in the wrong. It may even be that one does eat in Chicago. The boys did not treat me so badly at the Tavern Club. But where, in Chicago, will you encounter a really well done brochet farci bonne femme? Wnere, now, I ask you — with tears in my voice. But as the editor of The Chicagoan is, I discov ered, fond of observing, this may go on and on and on. I, OF COURSE, only say these things by way of keeping the home folks properly annoyed. For I believe it to be a sound principle, though an heretical one, that for success in either literature or advertising (I will leave it to the reader to determine under which head the present communication comes), one must keep one's audience prop erly irritated. The trouble with Chicago Ah, yes, that was it all the time: "the trouble with Chicago" — is that it is not irritated often enough, and the indigenes are too irritated at being irritated. But as I was saying — or about to say — seeing that I am expected to wear a mental beard and monocle and be the parfait European, this is my way of sporting them; inasmuch as nothing displays to better advan tage one's sophistication, not to speak of one's cosmopolitanism, than the treating of food as the weightiest subject in the world — which it frequently is in Chicago; my bicarbonate de soude was working overtime there. As you may have deduced, food interests me. I am, as a matter, pf fact, the only lean gourmet in exist ence. My The ~bAista\es of Brillat-Savarin is to appear shortly, and lengthily. (By the way, I note that Ambrose Bierce objects to "lengthy"; one might as well say "breadthy"; which impresses me as being a widthy asser tion.) Mais retournons a nos moutons. I could write a book about Chicago; I always write well on negative subjects; but I shan't. I was, I am afraid, too kind to the old home town; or rather, I spoke not wisely but out of turn. I am not a Dr. Cook; I was actually in Chi- 7\[OT£: The distinguished editor of The New Review has ac cepted the portfolio of Chi cagoan representative abroad and begins herewith a sequence of reports on topics, events and tendencies deemed pertinent to the purposes of these pages. cago; and I spoke the truth when I reported that I had discovered signs of life there; but, the point is, my speaking was in all probabil ity premature. One grassblade does not make a summer; and it is best, on the whole, not to disturb the unconsciousness of the prenatal. When Chicago wakes up and discovers that it has a great modern painter, a modern mas ter living in its midst — I have been doing the galleries hotfootedly since my return. I have seen the Salon d'Automne, the Sur-Indepen- dants, the Vrais Independants or what have you. I have looked in on Picabia at the Galerie Bernheim, which is by far the most exciting thing in town at the moment. And I can say that nowhere have I encountered any work of the proportions exhibited by Ramon Shiva in his canvases. As I say, Chicago will discover Shiva: but by the time it does, he will be in Abyssinia, whither he is planning to flee. In the meanwhile, don't be etourdi by the local ballyhoo. And above all, don't let the good clubladies tell you what is art. They know all right; they know what -was art ten years ago. But never, never would they dis cover it up a North Dearborn Street alley. If they do happen to pick up a local artist, it is not a volcano like Shiva — jamais dans la vie! — it is some little boy or gal whom they can handle, who possibly has pretty, pretty com mercial possibilities; and as a result, the said artist remains very, very local. Chicago, in its painting history, has produced one painter and one only of the slightest importance out side Chicago. That is Shiva. In the meanwhile (No. 2), Paris is soon to have the chance of discovering Shiva. He is to have a show here the coming winter, as one of a series of exhibitions under the auspices of The J\[ew Review. Yes, I do feel strongly on the subject of Shiva. When I was in Chicago this last time (and it may be the last), I was urged by a number of my friends to remain there. "We need you," they flatteringly remarked. "If you would stay, we might be able to start some thing." Start something — in Chicago?! Chi cago, as I had opportunity to learn prior to my original exodus, is inclined to have a hatred for anyone's starting anything. That someone must — want to get somewhere. It is a sign of energy, of vitality, of life in a contented cemetery. Laugh him down; ignore him; pick him to pieces. Well, I am starting something now — in Chicago — from Paris. Let's see how far I'll get. And then, too, there is Frank Lloyd Wright But in any event, Chicago — and not merely Chicago; I will make it America — gave me one experience, one thrill. And in New York, that weird and exceedingly damp little island, I discovered a poet But I forget: I dis covered him from Paris. A good discoverer should always carry a pair of long-range binoc ulars. Here, then, in my tran quil little box of a study, looking out over my garden where the roses are still in bloom, and where the only noise is provided by my some what raucous wall-decorations, I earnestly en deavor to psyche my expatriate self. Is expatriation a disease? How account for that joyous lift as I sail outward past the G. of L., that g. d. G. of L.? Or how explain the bot- tom-dropping-out-of-your-stomach sensation, a sensation that is almost one of terror, every time that I pass the same mendacious lady coming in? Or why that unaffected feeling I had, every instant I was in America, of walk ing the streets of a foreign land? It must all mean something? What does it mean? This is not a paper on etiology; the under lying causes go too deep; I can do no more than give a few of the symptoms here. But in the case of Chicago and Shiva, one of the roots suddenly came out as with a forceps. Of one thing I am sure, it is not the eighteenth amendment that keeps me out of America or out of Chicago, although I naturally should like my son to grow up fairly sober. It is, partly, I suspect superficially, the noise, the blare, the radio blare — radios, radios every where — in taxis (tell the chauffeur to shut that damned thing off!), in every flivver that passes you on the pike Dieu merci, we have stone walls in France! It is a civilization of blare — blaring noises, blaring lights (cf., e. g., Broadway and the Boulevard des Italiens) — a civilization of the nursery, of noisy, obstrep erous children. A jazz civilization — a hundred per cent jazzier than when I had seen it last, two years before. If you can't work, drink; and keep the radio going, so you can't talk, can't think. Jazz and the skyscraper are, I admit, impressive art- forms, even if transient and a bit overdone; but who in the hell can live with an art-form? Above all : no place to sit down, not a cafe in sight. And no chalets de necessite — but here I pause. "Come, come now," admonishes my Presid ing Destiny, "was it really as bad as all that?" "Well, that was a good dinner the boys gave me at the Tavern Club." And I fall to on the brochet farci bonne femme. 42 The Chicagoan A MEMORIAL IN CONCRETE ICAGOAN THE CUDAHY MEMORIAL LIBRARY, A GIFT Or MR. EDWARD A. CUDAHY, DEDICATED TO HIS WIFE, ELIZABETH M. CUDAHY, WAS ERECTED IN 1930 AT LOYOLA UNIVERSITY. THE DESIGN OF THE EDIFICE IS MODERN IN EVERY SENSE, YET DOES NOT DENY THE CLASSIC BEAUTY OF THE PAST. ITS STRUCTURAL FORM IS A MONOLITHIC REINFORCED CONCRETE MASS WITH BOTH INTERIOR AND EXTERIOR OF THE BUILDING FACED WITH STONE. TRUTH AND HONESTY WITH THEIR LOGICAL EXPRESSION WAS THE AIM OF THE DESIGNER, A. N. REBORI, OF REBORI 6? WENTWORTH. December, 1931 43 ACTIVE IN A SMART SEASON MRS. WILLIAM E. CLOW, JR. MRS. HOWARD LINN. MRS. JOHN E. DERN. MRS. WILLIAM MITCHELL. PAUL STONE-RAYMOR, LTD., PHOTOGRAPHS 44 The Chicagoan A WEDDING OF DISTINCTION THE WEDDING OF MISS ELSA ARMOUR, DAUGHTER OF MR. AND MRS. A. WATSON ARMOUR, TO MR. W. IRVING OSBORNE, JR., AT ST. CHRYSOS- TOM'S WAS AN OUTSTANDING EVENT OF EARLY DECEMBER. MISS MARIANNA DUNN OF WASHINGTON, D. C, THE BRIDE S COUSIN, WAS MAID OF HONOR, MR. FRANK OSBORNE SERVING HIS BROTHER AS BEST MAN. December, 1931 45 SAKS-FIFTt Mi What a I of G High hat? Absolutely . • wouldn't be cherished man-about-town. But i Whether it's a 4.95 < links at 100.00 . . . rt kerchiefs at 1.00 i suspenders at 65. it's right . . . no tf* how little Gift Shop ••• Michigan « CHIC 1 — Stunning pigskin calf bill fold, 5.50. 2 — Tan calf traveling case with chromium fittings, 25.00. 3 — Bottle set in tan calf case; chromium bottle tops, 6.50. 4 — Bill fold of tan calf with gold corners, 4.95; others up to 15.00. 5 — Man's jewel case of tan calf, 6.50. 6 — Collar box of tan calf, 5.95. 7 — Another good-looking collar box at 7.50. 8 — A beautifully made traveling case with chromium fiittings, 75.00. 9 — Black enamel cigarette case, new design, 4.95. 10 — Black enamel cocktail shaker with medallion of horse's head under crystal, 15.00. 46 The Chicagoan ¦\ AVENUE in! (election ifts! . not a thing here that by the most fastidious lot high priced. «•»«.«•¦• :igarette case or cuff fiported initial hand- sach or a pair of 00 ... if it's Saks itter how much or you pay. Street Floor it Chestnut AGO 11 — Cigarette case of black enamel with metal polo player, 7.50. 12 — Cigarette box of black enamel with medallion of horses's head under crystal, 18.50. 13 — Black enamel flask, short pint size, 12.50; half pint, 7.50; full pint, 15.00. 14 — Black enamel ash tray, 5.50. 15 — Gold and crystal tie pin, 35.00. 16— Gold and crystal cuff links, 100.00. 17 — Gold and crystal tie clip, 28.50. 18— Gold and crystal bill clip, 25.00. 19— Gold knife, 15.00. December, 1931 47 A SMART TOWN APARTMENT A FRENCH DINING ROOM IN GRAY-GREEN AND GOLD, BY CARLIN COMFORTS. :: ¦ ¦¦ -¦¦¦:¦ „ ¦: MARBLEIZED WALLS AND GOLD LEAF CEILING DISTINGUISH THE ENTRANCE HALL. 48 The Chicagoan INTERFR ATERNITY INTERIORS THE LOUNGE ON THE THIRD FLOOR OF THE NEW INTER- FRATERNITY CLUB BUILDING IS REPRESENTATIVE OF THE MODERN BUT QUIET DECORATIVE SCHEME THAT PREVAILS THROUGHOUT THE CLUBROOMS. THE ENTIRE INTERIOR OF THE CLUB WAS ESPECIALLY DESIGNED TO CONTAIN EVERY POSSIBLE COMFORT AND LUXURY. THE COLOR SCHEME OF THE CARD ROOM ON THE FIFTH FLOOR IS RICH IN TONE AND DIGNIFIED. THE LADIES' DINING ROOM ON THE THIRD FLOOR OF THE SIX STORY CLUBHOUSE. CATERING IS DONE BY THE NEARBY PALMER HOUSE KITCHEN. THE CHICAGOAN PHOTOGRAPHS December, 1931 49 TWO NEW AMERICAN MODELS THE PACKARD INDIVIDUAL CUSTOM CONVERTIBLE VICTORIA, BODY BY DIETRICH, IS AN OUTSTANDING EXAMPLE OF THE GROWING SUPERI ORITY OF AMERICAN MOTOR MAKERS AND BODY BUILDERS OVER THOSE OF EUROPE. **¦ V :*~- SLANTED WINDSHIELD, WIDE DOOR FLARES AND NICELY MOLDED CONTOURS THAT BLEND WITH THE NEW TREND TOWARD STREAMLINING OF THIS DV-32 STUTZ FOUR- PASSENGER VICTORIA, BODY BY ROLLSTON, ARE CHARACTERISTIC OF ALL OF THE NEW STUTZ MODELS. 50 The Chicagoan Hi Portrait of C. J. Bulliet by salcia bahnc COURTESY OP THE ARTIST How Modern Art Came to Town V. A Bit of Autobiography By C. J. Bulliet author op Apples and Madonnas, The Courtezan Olympia. Venus Castina, Robert Mantell's Romance and other works THIS installment will be chiefly autobiographical. First, it would be false modesty to pass over the powerful influence the art magazine section of the Chicago Evening Post under my direction has had in liberalizing art thought in Chicago. Second, the savage battle waged against me is typical of all fights the in trenched art conservatives have put up in all centers of the world since the rebellion started in Paris in 1863 — even the great Zola lost his newspaper job for championing the cause of Manet. The Chicago Evening Post Magazine of the Art World, as it was clumsily called (named and its woefully inartistic heading drawn before my arrival in Chicago to take charge) was successor to an ultra-conservative art page in the Post, of which Miss Lena May McCauley had been editor for about thirty years. The page had so prospered financially that expansion into a tabloid section seemed advisable to the business office, and I was brought to Chicago to direct the new enterprise from Louisville, where I was news editor of the Louisville Herald, just sold by John C. Shaffer, owner of the Post. I had also worked for Mr. Shaffer on his Indianapolis paper, the Star, for six or seven years as dramatic editor, and became "art critic" there when the John Herron Art Institute was founded. The exploit I most vividly remember in the latter capacity was lavish praise of a winter landscape by Gardner Symons — now hanging in the Art Institute of Chicago, where it confronts me on every visit like a fearful Freudian crime of a remote past I try to forget. A year or so of John Herron "criticism" in Indianapolis, a course in ancient cathedrals at Indiana University preparatory to a summer abroad, that summer abroad visiting everything I had time for on Baedeker's recommendation, seven years of touring the United States and Canada as press agent for Robert Mantell, spending every pos sible Sunday in an art museum, and an hour's glimpse of the Armory show when it hung in the Armory in New York before coming to Chicago — that was my "background." So it was with some trepida tion, I came to Chicago in August, 1924, five weeks before the tabloid was to be launched. Strolling through the Art Institute galleries, I stumbled onto the Birch-Bartlett collection, then hanging as a temporary exhibition, saw Andre Lhote's Women of Avignon, the first painting I had ever seen in which Cubism was being welded to Academism, and I thought in my innocent way Women of Avignon (which I admired, incidentally, more then than now) would be some thing worth writing about. And so, when the Chicago Evening Post Magazine of the Art World made its debut, Oct. 7, 1924, "Cubism in Lhote Here on Display" was my leading story, with a reproduction of Women of Avignon. As a small boy in my home village of Corydon, Indiana, I used to go out with other boys on Sunday afternoons to hunt nests of bumble bees and yellow jackets. But never did I arouse anything like the angry buzz-buzz, sting-sting that greeted my poor little Lhote story — reading it over now, it's pretty tame. Letters literally poured in, most of them condemnatory, telling me how I had insulted all decent art and everybody connected with the Art Institute — (my bewildered brain couldn't quite grasp this, since Women of Avignon was hanging there) — from President Hutchinson down. The letters of laudation puzzled me still more. It seemed, according to these writers, I had done a daring, heroic thing. All I had intentionally done was pause in the gallery housing temporarily the Birch-Bartlett collection, onto which I had stumbled by chance, see a picture I liked and write about it. It was something I didn't understand — all this turmoil — but I knew a fight was on. The next week, my leading article was about Redon's Mystere, on view at Chester Johnson's gallery — also a picture I admired more then than now. (On my first visit to this gallery two or three weeks back, Mr. Johnson had shown me a Monet landscape, and asked me if I "understood these things.") Another deluge of letters, praising and insulting, followed — many of them anonymous. (One anonymous writer wrote a filthy letter every -week for two years — perhaps a record.) December, 1931 51 Duchess of Alba by Goya PATRON, MODEL AND MISTRESS OF GOYA. A RETELLING OF THEIR LOVE TALE, A HUNDRED YEARS OLD, WAS A NEWSPAPER SCANDAL IN CHICAGO IN 1924. After the Bath by renoir MODERNISTIC NUDE BITTERLY RESENTED BY "OLD HATS" OF CHICAGO LESS THAN A DECADE BACK. 52 By this time, I was beginning to get my bearings. Inquiring discreetly around, I found out what the Arts Club, now six years old, had been going through, and what had been happening to No-Jury, now in the third year of its existence. I found out that the 1893-World's-Fair clique of painters and sculptors, severely jolted by the Arts Club's activities, was sitting on a tottering throne, and that the Birch-Bartlett collection — (Bartlett was a rich man and had powerful, rich friends who were becoming formidable at the Art Institute and elsewhere in art circles, even murmuring about the inane statues around town and the bad portraits, hanging in the Institute and elsewhere, of Chicago celebrities) — the Birch- Bartlett collection was a formidable battering ram beating against that tottering throne. I learned also that the newspapers of Chicago were definitely on the side of the 1893-World's-Fair school, including the art page, hitherto, of the Post. The Post was a bit more liberal than the rest. It had on its staff Samuel Putnam, one of the organizers of No- Jury and its chief literary friend in Chicago, who also was aware of what the Arts Club was about. Sam, occasionally, could get a story past the city desk. Big-hearted, generous Post, even the conservatives would say, giving the poor, misguided lost souls a break. To counter balance Putnam, the Post also had the brilliant feature writer, Paul Gilbert, who, with a few humorous cracks, could undo any damage Sam possibly could do. The official art page itself was safe under Miss McCauley's editorship. The Post then (as now) was the only Chicago newspaper that showed any intelligence in the matter of art. Each of the two Hearst papers, however, had had a brief interval of illumination. In the early years of the war, the youthful Count Albrecht Montgelas of the German nobility, func tioned brilliantly as the progressive art critic of the Evening American. He knew what the Armory show meant, and he knew what the great painters and sculptors in France (then his enemy country) were aiming at — knew and told it so well that his French admirers in Chicago outdid in praise his admirers among the Germans. However, when we entered the war, the young count, spats and cane and all, was interned as an "enemy alien," "somewhere in Tennessee," and Chicago knew him no more. Count Albrecht, back in his native land, became a passenger on the Graf Zeppelin on its tour of the world and of America a couple of years ago. Also, for a time, the Herald-Examiner was a bright spot in news- paperdom as it touched the world of art. Mrs. Blanche C. Matthias, wealthy, socially high, and of fine taste in the arts, thoroughly in sympathy with what the Arts Club was doing and No- Jury was trying to do, was critic there for about a year in the early twenties. But Mrs. Matthias was frail in health and had to give up the job. The Tribune had Mrs. Inez Cunningham, but she was only a "pinch-hitter" for Miss Eleanor Jewett, the regular incumbent. On one occasion, Miss Jewett was summoned hastily from a California vacation to undo the "damage" Mrs. Cunningham had done in a sarcastic review of an Art Institute show. So, Mrs. Cunningham's chances were as rare as possible — rare as they were effective. On the remaining newspapers, all was night, including the Hearst papers, that had wandered again into the Cimmerian darkness, not to emerge. This and more I gathered slowly. So far, I had had no "policy" — except to print the news as it de veloped. But now, I became determined to smash "taboos," and to this day that is what the art section of the Post has been doing industriously. And what of John C. Shaffer in those early days — owner of the "bolshevik" magazine that was going counter to the policy of his former page? The answer is, he was a dead game sport. He abhorred and still abhors "Modern" art. He collects old masters and contemporary naturalistic portraits of Indians. He likes the pictures Eleanor Jewett likes, and, early in the history of the art magazine, he bought a painting she praised in verse and filed the poem with the bill of sale. (But then, Mrs. R. R. McCormick, wife of the Colonel McCormick who owns The Tribune, has bought some things I like, including a magnificent Gauguin.) Mr. Shaffer's friends and business associates, millionaires with whom he sat on boards, were almost exclusively "conservatives" — I doubt if he numbers among his intimates a single one of the art liberals among the wealthy who became staunch friends of the maga zine. Though he shared in the bombardment of hostile letters, he The Chicagoan turned them over to me, through his secretary, without comment. I knew Mr. Shaffer to be a good fighter from former association with his papers. For example, he was Theodore Roosevelt's first and staunchest newspaper ally in the Bull Moose movement. But I didn't know how far he would let me go in the matter of a kind of art with which he had no sympathy. 1 had to find out. Christmas was approaching. Week after week the bombardment had become more savage. I had written a story about Goya, setting forth some of his personal rascalities. That proved me depraved. I had printed some "Modernistic" nudes. I was a menace to public morals. I had reproduced not only the Lhote, but several other pictures from the Birch-Bartlett collection, including Seurat's Grand Jatte — then de rided, now treasured by the Art Institute, which since has been made owner of the collection through gift of Mr. Bartlett as a memorial to his wife, the former Helen Birch, who helped him assemble it. The institute has steadily refused a half million dollars for Grand Jatte. Mr. Shaffer, collector of old masters, patron of the opera, was also handsome in his support of a fashionable Methodist church in Evanston. Christmas was coming on. I gathered together all the "Modern" religious pictures I could find, including Nolde's powerful Holy T^light and Gauguin's Yellow Christ. On Monday night, December 22, 1924, I "made up" the art magazine in the composing room, and then went upstairs to my desk, cleaned it out, tore up all personal correspondence I didn't want to leave behind, and went to my hotel and went to sleep. I was positive that, when I got down to the office at noon next day, I would find a note telling me my services were no longer wanted. I was not awakened by any frantic telephone call. I ate breakfast with a copy of the first edition of the Post before me, the tabloid exactly as I had made it up. Then, leisurely to the office. Sure enough. There was a yellow envelope in my mail. It was from Mr. Shaffer's secretary — brief. Mr. Shaffer wanted to see me. I went immediately to his office. The tabloid was before him. He shook hands, as he most always did with an employe he summoned, and thanked me — for a little item I had printed, at his request, for a friend of his two weeks before! It was the first time he had got around to it! Not a word about my Christmas number, though I know he must have gulped hard when he opened it and saw Holy 7\[ight and Yellow Christ on the same page. Then I knew the magazine was "set," and experimented no more with "the boss." However — once, going through a No-Jury show at Marshall Field's, Mr. Shaffer turned to Harrison Becker, manager of the galleries, who was accompanying him, and said: "Becker, let's get out of this and look at some pictures." "But," said Becker, as they walked toward another gallery where English portraits were on display, "your art director says these are pictures." "I often wonder," mused Mr. Shaffer, "where I get some of the people who work for me." Again — Carroll Shaffer, who succeeded his father as owner of the Post, encountered me one Tuesday morning with a copy of the newly-printed magazine in his hand. One the front page was a Chagall illustration for La Fontaine's Fables. The encounter was incidental, and Carroll Shaffer said off-hand: "By the way, I wish you wouldn't print crazy things like this on your front page. You get away with murder every week, but I'd rather you kept the crime inside." Father and son, those were the two "call-downs" I got during the entire Shaffer regime. (Incidentally, I may say, when Knowlton Ames, Jr., took over the Post, he sent me word, through his managing editor, that the art section was to be as independent as ever, and even more so, if necessary.) With backing like this, the art magazine continued on its course, encountering and smashing taboos. i\ prominent sculptor, friend of Mr. Shaffer, told an assemblage at his club shortly before this famous Christmas he would have my head on a silver platter in three months. There was no malice on his face — just a quiet, confident smile. It wasn't his fault, nor the fault of letter writers, nor the fault of a speaker at an art banquet in Indianapolis, where friends of Mr. Shaffer were present, nor the fault of inventors and disseminators of whispered tales that I have failed, so far, (Continued on page 84) The Yellow Christ by Gauguin CONSIDERED "VERY DARING" IN CHICAGO IN THE CHRISTMAS SEA! 1924. JUST A FEW DAYS AGO, FOUR CHICAGO COLLECTORS STROVE POSSESSION OF GAUGUIN'S ORIGINAL SKETCH FOR THIS PICTURE, PLAYED AT THE ROULLIER GALLERIES. COURTESY PAUL ROSENBERG, PARIS COURTESY ART INSTITUTE OP CHICAGO December, 1931 53 It is to play an accordion The vogue of modern people is toward the modern instrument — the Piano Accordion. Wurlitzer, the World's largest music House, offers you this extraordinary value, which includes a complete course of 50 weeks' free lessons in their studios. All instruction is given personally by Radio Artist Teachers. Come in today and hear these fascinating instruments played for you. 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CECIL (MARGARET AYER) BARNES, WHO WON THE PULITZER PRIZE LAST SPRING WITH HER CHICAGO NOVEL, Years of Grace, AND WHO HAS JUST BEEN ELECTED PRESIDENT OF THE SOCIETY OF MIDLAND AUTHORS AND NOW OFFERS, JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS, A NEW NOVEL, Westward Passage. THERE used to be a scathing little simile much in use back in the 'nineties, they tell me, one of the forerunners of the present day wisecrack, with which every social event of no importance 'was put in its place by your "society swell" when he opined that the party he disdained would be "about as exclusively as a charity ball." And it's still quotable up to a certain point. But if you take a good look at the committee list, and the box list, rather than the haphazard ticket list of Chicago's forthcoming Charity ball, you could strangle on the words you'd have to eat. The committee are so terribly exclusive, they're accusing Howard Gillette of being the modern Ward McAllister — rallying around him to day's "Four Hundred" — strengthening the old social fortifications — and giving everyone her proper place in the social scale. Really, the gentleman had practically noth- ing to do with the naming of women's com- mittee, beyond asking Mrs. Potter Palmer to fill the place her illustrious mother-in-law held for those famous charity balls of the fin de siecle days. Perhaps, some say, it's just as well that tradition has had a chance to rear her haughty head again, and it may even be that others will rise up and call Howard Gillette blessed for having had one evening in the Chicago Club the bright idea of reviving the Charity Ball. (He must have thought it up in the Chicago Club ... if it had come to him in the Racquet Club there wouldn't have been a shred of the moss of tradition clinging to it, and if he'd got it at the Tavern, heaven help us all, the benefit might have turned into a sort of sublimated "December Drolleries" at the Goodman!) But assured that dust, raised at the last charity ball some years before the war, has lain undisturbed on the gold leaf curly-cues of the Auditorium's ceiling, and would still be there for this mighty charity ball, the descendants of that fashionable com mittee of those distant days are hoping to restore the glory that was once our Opera House to it's pristine glamour for one night, at least. Personally, I've been feeling, a little malici ously perhaps, that even with the desultory cleaning the Auditorium will get for the occa sion, it won't look quite so grand as fancy paints it in retrospect to those malcontents who "will never get used to the new Civic Opera." But it's hardly likely that the afore mentioned dust will cause a sneeze of discon tent among the box hostesses. For Mrs. John Alden Carpenter, between ordering the deco rations for Pierre's Restaurant in New York, which she's "doing over," and helping her daughter "Ginny" get a bridal gown made (every stitch by hand) for the day she becomes Mrs. Patrick Champain Hill in St. James' Church, Mrs. Carpenter, I repeat (having lost the thread of my thought when I got to "every stitch"), will make the old Opera House look just too grand for words. And Mrs. Palmer will be radiantly lovely in her box with her daughter and son-in-law, the Oakleigh Thorne Lewises, and her other dinner guests, and will be stared at by the nice kind people from the suburbs who paid ten dollars each for their tickets, not so much, as you may suppose, to help the Unemployed, as to see at close range what this thing we laughingly call so ciety really consists of. A GOOD deal of the brilli ance of the evening will depend on what Mrs. Kellogg Fairbank has done by way of collect ing entertainment; how many supper tables Mrs. William Mitchell sells; how many of Mrs. William McCormick Blair's patrons and patronesses lend their presences; whether Mrs. Walter S. Brewster's invitations are "ac cepted" (with checks) in great numbers; how well many of the debutantes — handpicked by Eleanor McCormick — practice their wiles on their male cigaret customers and "keep the change"; what illustrious guests Mrs. Joseph T. Ryerson's box holders bring with them to fill up the ninety odd boxes, purchased at one- fifty each. The Gillettes will be more or less respon sible for the entertainment of the Anthony Drexel Biddies, who've taken a box and may — or may not — come out from the East for the ball. These Biddies are from New York and not Philadelphia — strange as it may seem, but a branch of that famous family of whom the distinguished but jingled Englishman spake thus when he returned to his native land: "Philadelphia is a charming city — but they never have anything but Biddle for breakfast, and the only family that amounts to anything is called Scrapple." All the families who amount to anything in Chicago have a hand in this Charity Ball, or have boxes for it, in cluding practically every branch of the Mc- December, 1931 55 Cormick, Forgan, Lowden, Hamill, Winter- botham, Wentworth, Farwell, Armour, Val entine, Bowen, Blair, Thorne, Ryerson, Cudahy, Swift, Dawes, King, Borden, Brewer, clans and such other prominents as the Chal mers, the Pikes, the Cummings, the Peabodys, the Keeps, the Logans, the Schweppes, the Mc- Birneys, the Johnstons, and so on, which doesn't include, of course, a half of those clans that should be mentioned. It's a good thing the Charity ball will be out of the way before Holiday week, so that there'll be nothing to conflict with all the goings-on of that gay time. Not all the round faced boys — who, ac cording to Arthur Meeker, Jr., live under the floor of the Casino, and only spring to life for the debutante's stag lines — are being in cluded in this year's parties, owing to several unfortunate experiences of last year, but there will be plenty of the girls' own sort home from college, and no dearth of partners for the nightly dinner dances, balls and supper dances that abound this year just as they have every other holiday time since Chicago grew up. There seems to be a general feeling that the joint ball the Charles Edward Browns, the Robert H. McCormicks and the I. Newton Perrys are giving on the night after Christmas at the Blackstone, will be about the grandest (if they can ever get the invitation list straight ened out) and exciting, too, following as it does the Princeton Triangle play, Spanish Blades. But there are so many other equally important parties at the Casino, and the Black- stone, too, that it's risky to make any definite statement about any one affair. Those three attractive young girls with so many interest ing Chicago connections, Julie Forgan, the New York Donald Forgans' debutante, and Anne Fabyan, the Chauncey McCormick's niece and daughter of the Marshall Fabyans of Boston, and Patsy McCormick-Goodhart, the Washington, D. C, F. Hamilton McCor mick Goodhart's child, are due for a thorough lot of entertaining, and the Joseph Leiters' niece, Audrey Campbell, even though she had her real coming out in Washington and is spending the whole winter here with her aunt, is yet to be "introduced" here and otherwise entertained. DEPRESSION or no Depression . . . here are we in the midst of a very gay season. Debutantes are still rush ing too many places. . . . Mrs. Twombley- Finn is still occupying the Twombley-Finn Box and wearing the Twombley-Finn Pearls at the opera. . . . Smart Charity Benefits still draw a record crowd of "400" ... or more and there are any number of small parties where one really has Fun. Fred and Vera Wolfe are having a winter sports houseparty over New Year's Eve at their home in Wisconsin. . . . One of the better ways to spend Sunday is having lunch at the Artamanoff's. . . . Florence Bartlett sent out the most amusing invitations we've ever seen with a gay little colored print on them for a Swedish Festival at the Casino. ... If you Otherwise life will wag along for others be sides the debutantes: Christmas shopping is , not going to interfere in the very least with , everyone's going (everyone 'who was lucky enough to get an invitation) to Miss Florence , Dibbell Bartlett's Swedish afternoon at the Casino — in honor of her thoroughly American 1 niece-in-law, Mrs. Frederic Bartlett, Jr. Nor s are any of the Scribblers going to miss an en tertaining December meeting that is being kept very quiet at this writing; and the Fri- z day Club, the Contemporary and the Fort- z nightly, will — even as they continue to be ~) mysterious about their programs — turn out in r great numbers for all the pleasant mornings and afternoons in those cheerful Fortnightly : rooms, that used to be Mrs. Bryan Lathrop's z hospitable residence. And as the cards begin to arrive for the various New Year's receptions 1 — the Fairbanks' buffet luncheon — the William : S. Monroes' tea, the John Leonards' dance, and i the Roswell Masons' tea out in Winnetka for ; their debutante, Anne, and a good many other s eggnoggy parties yet unannounced — few com- r plain that there's nothing much happening this year. ; Art class enrollments i — if not Art itself — have been getting longer 5 and longer, as life appears to become more ; fleeting — what with the passing of dividends and the great reduction in the number of mil- ; lionaires. It's almost as if some of our smartest t ladies, who have never given it much thought before, may have decided that they'd better be developing a talent or two — just in case they'd : need to use it — or them — some day. And all : of a sudden, such a lot of stylish gentlewomen artists are springing up around us as to cause : worry in the trade over the avalanche of home- [ made Christmas cards that will inundate Gold ; Coast and Lake Forest mailboxes on Christ- ; mas morn. Which is all just leading up to the world rocking announcement that one of these be- i ginning artists has all the earmarks of a genius, and that's Mrs. William Burry, Jr. She al- ! ways did like to draw, but never knew she ; could, and when a group of prominent Lake Foresters headed by Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Aldis, "backed" a summer art school (which has since become a flourishing establishment By Virginia Sk inkle go to Peggy and Art Bissell's for dinner you will prolly end up the evening playing "Mur der" . . . and have a swell time. Janice and Warren Towle (McNear to you) have left Honolulu and are now stationed at March Field. How ever they will be here for Christmas and we are delighted on account of they are the best excuse we've found yet for more parties. . . . Betty Offield is buying summer clothes for a cruise to the South Sea Islands. . . . Florence and Bob Morrisson who made us very sad by moving to New York are coming back to visit. . . . Queek someone ask Johnny Valentine about his experience with the truck load of Chocolate cake in Conneticut. At a tea of a Sunday evening a young man on the lower North Side) Nora Burry began to study seriously. They tell me she's a knock out, and we'll be seeing some of the things she's accomplishing hung in an important ex hibition before the winter is over. Mrs. Philip Maher, who has always had a flair for paint ing, but mostly stage scenery, has given up her little interior decorating business, and is going in for portraiture; Mrs. Stanley Field and her daughter, Mrs. Clifford Rodman, spend many hours a week at their easels, notwithstanding their stumping and barnstorming for the fash ionable Woman's Organization for Prohibition Reform (or the "Wet Women Wanting Was sail," as some wag should rename the unre- memberable W. O. for P. R.). Mrs. Field is studying charcoal drawing and her daughter portraiture. Mrs. William R. Odell, Jr. is going in for color, and Mrs. Lloyd Laflin, as well as Mrs. Joe Ryerson, is studying quite seriously. Mrs. Ryerson has taken a sudden fancy to express herself in black and white, but I believe Mrs. William P. Martin prefers the color medium. How nice it would be if Mrs. Martin's brush should take to illustrating her charming sister's, Mrs. J. Allen Haines's, mouthwatering cookbooks! Could she draw a cherry pie — I wonder — or make a plate of ap petizers look as tempting as Mrs. Haines makes them sound? Just incidentally — and one thing leading to another, you could do a lot worse in the way of Christmas gift selection than to be a loyal friend and buy a lot of Edith Haines's "Tried Temptations — Old and New" for your epi curean friends. Then, if you want to mix your loyalties again to increase their royal ties, I suppose you'll be buying Mary Borden's Sara Defiant for gift giving, and Mrs. Cecil Barnes' new one, Westward Passage, too. Mary Borden's book you may find slightly reminis cent of the De Janze scandal, and therefore distasteful in spots, but it's interesting any how, though not nearly as interesting to me as that light but amusing Stuffed Shirts writ ten by one of New York's socially registered authoresses, Mrs. George Brokaw, one of the Brokaws who have a good many friends right here in Chicago. How the lady, having given away so many New York families in her au thentic if veiled episodes of their careers, can ever live among them again, I can't imagine. we know gave us a pretty good impression of The Great War. He said 'what he remem bered most vividly was his feet hurting ... it seems that after docking at Le Havre he walked all the way to the Swiss Alps and then back to Chateau Thierry to do a little fighting. We asked him how he felt when the Armistice arrived and he said he couldn't even get ex cited about that because he thought he would prolly have to walk way back to the coast to get a boat for home. "Uncle" Chapin Hunt is once more among us. . . . Veronese Beatty who spends most of the week in town is a delightful week-end hostess in the country. . . . Cooking School and Princeton are keep ing Winnie Wheeler (Continued on page 90) Urban Phenomena and Roosters at Dawn 56 The Chicagoan ONE of the most prevalent causes of ill health is the insufficient drinking of water. Drink ing water only when you are thirsty is seldom enough to promote that internal cleanliness without which true health cannot prevail. Drink Corinnis Spring Water, the water that not only helps rid the body of toxic wastes, but also provides iron, calcium, magnesium and other minerals essential to rich, red blood, straight, strong bones and firm, white teeth. Pure, sparkling Corinnis costs but a few cents a bottle. 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Ma, Pinner, Irresistible Dane EntertainmentrTouveT^r S^"*™' person, from Ten oWc" 0n$ Rese^ tions limited to 200 picc< ?rencb ^ ^ city 1e»«0< VLoo«^ 183 vop;:oisots s^BrT December, 1931 59 The Opera Carries On TVhiteman in Concert By Robert Pollak THE Opera continues to brave the de' pression manfully and it is encouraging to note at this writing that things are beginning to pick up noticeably at the box- office, thanks in part, to the discovery of Mme. Pacetti, a very uneven but very magnetic soprano who specializes in the illustrious and stereotyped roles of the repertoire. Pacettfs Leonora in Trovatore is sympathetic, womanly and gracious. She does little new with the role for, after all, what is there to do with it any more? Her occasional tremolo disturbs the musically fastidious, yet her voice is warm and heartening and gets across the footlights with a bang. While itinerant soloists have failed to bring the crowds to Orchestra Hall, while Sunday afternoon concert audiences have, for the most part, been smaller than usual, Mme. Pacettfs Aida drew a capacity house to the Opera. Yea, and a thousand more clamored outside for tickets, according to the management. Said management probably realizes that the current revival of Mozart's Magic Flute is all a mistake. In spite of its princely score and the rich array of expensive talent used in its casting it has failed to captivate the contem porary Chicago audience. I suppose the modern opera-goer wants a little action for his money. He likes best, perhaps, a Tosca second act, a fancy scene of torture, seduction and murder with music that is opulent, gaudy and easy to hum. The score of the Magic Flute, for all its immortal sparkle, is highbrow stuff. And the book is fantastically bad, a wild con glomeration of Masonic ritual, high priests, magic maidens, low-comedy lodge initiations in subterranean chambers and enchanted gardens. That the libretto was a desperate piece of hack work used deliberately to yank the yokels is a matter of musical history. Of contemporary significance or interest it has none. The mise- en-scene of Dove, official stage designer of the company, added nothing to the evening's enter tainment. In seventeen scenes he was given ample opportunity to catch the spirit of a tender score and a libretto that would have been enhanced a bit by a whimsical, delicate and slightly mocking scheme of stage design. Instead he turned out a series of monumental sets in which modernity was conceived in terms of sharp angles and Assyrian monsters. The company spared no pains in assembling a mighty cast that included Kipnis, the beauti ful Radjl, Frida Leider, Olszewska and Eduard Habich. Noel Eadie, singing the Queen of the Night turned out to be an exceptionally brilliant coloratura. Another newcomer, the tenor Paolo Marion, disclosed a rather coarse and uninteresting voice obviously not designed for the smooth legato of Mozart. Pollak steered the fleet splendidly. He is, by all odds, the most distinguished conductor on the Civic staff. Mona lisa, a two act music drama about the lady with the mysteri ous smile, ranks as a decidedly entertaining novelty. Combining the best features of adultery, jealousy and revenge in sturdy Flor entine fashion it makes good theater. Both husband and lover meet their death in a stuffy renaissance safety deposit vault and one ex pects every minute to hear the German equivalent of the I-was-only-waiting-for-a- street-car motif come thundering across the footlights. That the work has genuine dra matic grip is due, in large measure to the excellence of Rudolf Bockelmann as Francesco del Giocanda, husband of the da Vinci damsel. This handsome fellow and fine singer domi nates the action like a German Marcoux. He is ably reinforced by the vocal and histrionic dignity of Leider in the name part. The score, by Max Schillings, is adequate stuff, couched in the language of a slavish disciple of the Wagner-Strauss school. It serves at best as a skilful and hearty accompaniment for an excit ing mellerdrammer. The casting of Thelma Votipka as a Florentine whoopee girl was a lamentable slip on the part of Dr. Erhardt. You will know what I mean if you see the show yourself. During the orgy in the first act I was certain that Mona Lisa was not only smiling, but laughing out loud. The performance of Moussorgsky's Boris Godunoff early in November was a corking job by Conductor Cooper and a cast employ ing Baromeo, Glade, Althouse and, of course, Vanni-Marcoux in the name role. Cooper understands this great music thoroughly and the production went with its wonted smooth power. It is one of the gems in the opera repertoire. I would suggest that, since the Chorus is the real protagonist in this musical epic, something be done to brush up its en semble a bit. It was particularly ragged in the revolutionary scene. Note, if you are one of the fans of the Opera, that La Glade is singing better this year than ever before. Witness her share in the strangely Italianate love duet in the second act, or in Trovatore, if you please, where one night she almost stole the show from Pacetti. Surprise party — The Musicians Club of Women caught themselves a couple of tartars when they brought Wiener and Doucet, a French two piano team that won first fame in combination at Le Boeuf sur le Toit in Paris. Wiener is a sensitive young musician, evidently captivated by the possibil ities of American jazz music, Doucet a large, hulking fellow who plays like a student of Phillip. The boys bite into their Mozart and Bach with almost machine-like brutality and with disheartening perfection of ensemble. Doucet, if it isn't an act, is frankly bored with it all. It is only when they invade the pre cincts of such American masters as Gershwin, Youmans, Henderson or Handy that they bend to their task with any show of interest. Their arrangements of familiar American jazz tunes are tricky and difficult. They apply the chromatic paint brush freely and make no bones about breaking up the composers1 rhyth mic patterns at will. The afternoon audience, still whispering at the audacity of the vaude ville duo, was variously amused, bored, shocked and chagrined. Incidentally, Paul Whiteman came back to the concert stage last month, revealing his con cert band to a sold-out house at the Stude- baker. For musicians he failed to repeat with the extraordinary impact of the old days when the Rhapsody in Blue crashed into the lime light. It is probably not Whiteman 's fault. His orchestra is splendid and in Grofe he has an arranger who ranks as one of the pioneers of modern orchestral color and combination. There are simply no composers to justify the large promise of this gleaming band. The same Mr. Grofe, represented on the program by his Grand Canyon Suite and a tasteless musical memorial to Knute Rockne, can apparently only dress up an orchestra. He has no place to take it. David Guion, an American composer who has made skilful ar rangements of cowboy tunes and fiddler's break-downs, played the piano part of his Shingandi, a ballet-ful of tom-toms, voodoo chants and trite themes. Manhattan Serenade, described as a "nostalgic sketch of romance and heartbreak awhirl on the Great White Way" sounded like the rejected overture of a fifth rate musical comedy. Only when the band performed Gershwin's American in Paris and when Mildred Bailey crooned That's Why Dar\ies Were Born through a megaphone did you sense an honest stir in the audience. For the rest I think it was basely seduced by crash ing crescendos, noisy codas, and superb instru mentalists. In song recital Elisabeth Schumann and the heroic Tibbett join the suc- cess-of -the- month club. Frau Schumann, a veteran of opera and lieder furnished a stand ard list of Schubert, Schumann and Strauss which she projected with uncommon intelli gence and emotion. Her purely vocal gifts are not large, her voice is almost fragile of texture. But she obviously loves and under stands her German masters. She reminds me strongly of Claire Dux and it would be impos sible to invent a finer tribute. Tibbett has come a long way since he made his debut as Ford in Falstaff. The purlieus of Hollywood have failed to coarsen or mar this resonant baritone. He testifies nobly to the fact that this yammering about the down trodden American musician is so much hooey. I think we are probably more willing, nay anxious, nowadays to give the American artist his break than ever before. WTiat happens to him when he's good is demonstrated in the contemporary careers of foreigners like Tib bett and John Charles Thomas. On the avenue — Stock brought out the B flat (Continued on page 86) 60 The Chicagoan Gifts for snow sport enthusiasts . . . gifts for all men and women who live and play outdoors . . . indoor games . . . imported novelties . . . we have them all in a selection wide enough for any purse or taste. Send for gift booklet, "The Christmas Trail." Auto Over boots — Talon fastened. For men or women. Pair $6. Portable Cur Racks — For < guns, $12.50 5 guns. $15 guns. $18. Skate Sails — Junior, $8.50; Senior, $16.50; Speedwing, $36. Disc Match Safe: with yachting scene, $5. Re fill disc, 35«!. Cowboy Chaps — For ages 6 to 8, $6. For 10 to 14, $8.50. Bartender's Guide — Old- time songs, pictures and formulas, $1. Hand-painted Dog Brushes — Decorations by noted English dog artist, $3.50 each. Three Shakers — Traveling Shaker, complete, $25. The Plunger Mixer. $12.50. 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Fifteen Chicago Authors and a Few Others By Susan Wilbur /% CCORDING to all the signs this is go- L\ ing to be another highbrow Christmas. -*- ¦*¦ That is, a good many people are al' ready deciding to go intellectual again and give books instead of diamonds. A compromise exists, however. Namely, Westward Passage, by Margaret Ayer Barnes. Here between covers is a de luxe voyage back from Europe. Gardenias and Hamburg grapes. The best of three very good mink coats. A multimillionaire husband awaiting you in a Lake Shore Drive apartment. Nor is that quite all. There is emotional plenty to match the physical plenty. For here on shipboard is your first husband, the husband of your youth, moderately rich, famous and amusing enough to make up the difference, and offering you the half of a Vermont farmhouse, complete with the family antiques. The author of Westward Passage is, need' less to say, no longer the engaging amateur of Years of Grace. Her contact with the theatre has given her a sense of scene, of problem, of dialogue, of tempo, of form in general. The seven chapters are named for the seven days to which the action is confined, and the whole novel, though not exactly short, snaps off with the crisp speed of the Private Life of Helen of Troy. In spite of this sharpening of technique, however, Mrs. Barnes remains herself in two essentials that were evident as early as Pre vailing Winds: her interpretation of the type whose calendar shows more years than her mirror, and her adherence to the materials of first hand experience. I often wonder if French readers of American literature have as much trouble knowing what to make of our Pulitzer prize winners as I have knowing what to make of their Goncourt prizes. For years they were so impeccably admirable that I gave up. Then came the madcap adventures of Jerome in Norway to trap me into reading the the next, A Man Scans His Past — which turned out to be a super 'juvenile of our own far north. The latest award, Malaisie — the French term for the Malay States — just trans' lated, is a most enigmatic book. Henri Fau' connier is a new novelist, but at first glance you might think him only Pierre Loti come to life. Here is the Madame Prune formula com plete. Atmosphere, fair, frail indigenous ladies, and to complete the tale, a Malay gone, as Malays are supposed to go, amok. Inside the formula, however, is a book that reads two ways, like a double foredge painting. There's the fable about the contest between the wind and the sun to see which can get the man's coat off faster. And you think of it, and your eyes fairly pop, when you read Ruth E. Finley's Sarah Josepha Hale: The Lady of Godey's. For while Susan B. Anthony was trying to settle things by main force, there sat Mrs. Hale at her desk, the perfect lady, no trace of a bloomer, two hundred thousand husbands willing to pay their wives' subscription to her, calmly preaching every woman's right there was, and nothing but cooperation on anybody's part. If you have ever dismissed Godey's as slush plus fashion plates for lamp shades, do it no more. Apparently this magazine which circulated to every state and territory in the union — when the roads were not too bad — ¦ did everything from influencing architecture to starting a genteel vogue for female athletics. And don't be surprised to learn when you read Dorothy Dow's Dar\ Glory: A Story of Edgar Allan Poe that Poe wrote for Godey's. Dar\ Glory is by the way the most beautiful and the most understanding biography of Poe that has so far been written. Being a poet herself, Miss Dow understands that part; fam- ily associations have made her aware of the medical side; and furthermore she has some how, without going beyond the known facts, managed to bring to life the drawing rooms of Richmond and New York, the editorial of fices, the little cottage at Fordham, and to place Poe among the Longfellows, Lowells, Willises, and other really famous people whom he knew and yet did not know. It was a trip to Nauvoo, Illinois, that started Harry M. Beardsley working on Joseph Smith and His Mormon Empire, a biography, which by a highly injudicious selection from pre Mormon, anti'Mormon, and medium sources, makes enlivening reading. It is a thorough work and you'll know more about the man. Not all of us have been seeing newspapers long enough to quite know about Clarence Darrow. A McNamara trial, yes, and some thing about bribing, but just exactly what? The new biography of Darrow by Clarence Yale Harrison will therefore fulfill a double mission for some of us. Make plain the facts and principles of Darrow's career up to and after his sensational transition from counsel for the Northwestern railway to defender of Eugene Debs. And give us something definite to hang our reading of Darrows' own 'works on: his Farmington, his Persian Pearl, just re printed, and the autobiography that is now in progress. George dillon's Flow ering Stone, reviewed in October, still stands as a Christmas recommendation for such friends as like poetry — it might even be safe for some who don't quite like it. Lew Sarett's Wings Against the Moon is so much a breath from the northern woods as to be a little like bringing a Christmas tree in with its icicles on. For the young sophisticate Sis Willner's A Gentleman Decides is the thing. Here be tween a preface by Carl Sandburg and a post- face by Sam Putnam lie poems which the author forbids us to compare to Dorothy Parker. Well, who wants to. In giving books to young nieces and nephews one ought always to read them through first to be sure they are right and proper. It follows that one should choose only those that are likely to be enter taining to oneself. Nothing could be pleas- anter for instance than The Pic\aninny Twins, in which Lucy Fitch Perkins goes quite defi nitely anti-child training. That is, she has Mammy Jinny tell Job that the way to take care of the twins is to let them do just as they like, and if they get altogether too bad feed them. Though at that it might have worked if it hadn't been for the initial handicap of the twins overhearing. In Senor Zero, Henry Justin Smith makes the principle of the stow away retroactive. That is, by putting one on the Santa Maria, he gives us a stowaway eye view of the discovery of America, and by catching him young enough lets him know everyone down to Pizarro. Trolls in the underpinnings of a co-op may sound like a contradiction in terms, but by Doris and the Trolls, Richard Atwater shows beyond peradventure of doubt that trolls play an essential part in modern life. In fact two of our most important conveyances — the trol ley car and the 'trol wagon — are named for them. Mary Dickerson Donahey's new mys tery story of Yucatan, The Spanish McQuades, is far too good for exclusive consumption by the teens. And Eunice Tietjens' Boy of the South Seas, though unmistakably a juvenile, is literally double strength on the ways and legends of the Marquesas and Moorea, with excerpts from the French regime added for good measure. If they are children of the fourth grade or Viking age, The Coming of the Dragon Ships by Florence McClurg Ever- son is your cue, or if they go to the school where a Greek Age takes the place of the Viking Age, The Council of the Gods, by Ruth Harshaw, will give you an excellent re view of Greek mythology, spiced with excerpts from Keats and the Homeric hymns. In Trum Peter's Tea Party, by Philip Nesbitt, are some of the most amusing drawings of wild, or stuffed, animals on record; cute idea, too; don't let me spoil it. You have seen Philip Nesbitt 's work on these pages. Don't be deceived by the pictures or by the fact that it's by George Ade. The Old-Time Saloon isn't funny. Or rather it is funny, but at the same time you could go a long way and not find all seventy sides of the prohibition problem more circumstantially aerated. Mr. Ade was a reporter hereabouts in the late nineties and early nineteen hun dreds. He can remember the original of Mr. Dooley. He also says that he and John T. McCutcheon used to walk in the very middle of the street when they went home to Peck Court late at night. Furthermore, being aware of the former margin of profit on five cent beer, he has never gone into a speakeasy. 64 The Chicagoan BOOKS PUBLISHED WITH ENTHUSIASM The Spot to the Left of the Author's Name is a Tear Drop By that Sign shall you know that You are One of the Fortunate Few to Buy or Receive a Copy of the Special $3.00 edition, signed and tear-marked by the Author. THE OLD-TIME SALOON By GEORGE ADE This blithesome volume is a rec ord (Not Wet— Not Dry— Just History) of an Institution which has Gone Over the Mill. It's the story of Gilded Palaces, Corner Emporiums, and just plain Low- down joints. Of free lunch and midnight harmony. Of barkeeps who were Every Man's Friend, and of some who swung wicked bung -starters. There's many a laugh in its pages, but there's also a comprehensible Explanation of why the Noble (so to speak) Experiment was Inevitable. George Ade's humor and philoso phy were so infectious that they not only inspired Herb Roth to do the heart-rending picture above, but led Harrison Fisher, James Montgomery Flagg, Rube Goldberg, Leon Gordon, Dan Groesbeck, John Held Jr., Rea Irvin, H. T. Webster and Gluyas Williams to draw on memory for some of the best pictures that ever graced the pages of a book. The Regular Edition, at any bookdealer's, is $1.50 — the same as two pounds of good candy or two drinks at your favorite speakeasy. Then there's that special, Gift edition at $3.00; each copy signed by the author and sealed with a tear from his Very Own Eyes. RAY LONG & RICHARD R. SMITH THE PERFECT SPOT FOR THE PERFECT PARTY Your next fraternity or sorority dance or din ner party will be a success if held at the Hyde Park Club. 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Then when you unhurriedly depart, tell your chauffeur or taxi driver to follow Lake Shore Drive to Grand and then take the Lower Level — and you're at the Opera in six minutes — with not a single stop light or a bit of traffic in three miles. Remember this, your next opera night! Dinner $2.00 the cover Special $1.00 Luncheon or a la carte service The Lake Shore Drive Hotel and Restaurant 181 Lake Shore Drive .... Chicago Superior 8500 Wm. A. Buescher, Manager Late Manager Ritz Carlton, Boston Ritz Carlton, New York December, 1931 65 Machinery and the Dance Together with Notes on Recent Performances By Mark Turbyfill NIGHTINGALES resting for the night upon steel girders amidst the roar of riveting machines; a nostalgic canvas by Chirico: columnar ruins in company with iron bedsteads; new grass, etching green lines in joints of cement sidewalks; nudists in steam- heated studios rehearsing for the days when summer will bring back the sun; blue skies on the outside peeping in — the arts, nowadays — vital or vitiated, as you will — striving to be beautiful again in the Machine Age, are like these. One remembers Mary Wigman, that woman of iron, how she softened her heart, took com passion on the people, and danced her Summer. Kreutzberg and Georgi exorcised Bad Dreams with their Persian Song. Stravinsky, who was thought to have blistered more ears than any composer since the beginning of earth, sur prised the world and wrote his Apollon- Musagete — music as sweet as Orpheus by Gluck. Chicago reconsidered, and restored its Fine Arts Building, "the most beautiful edifice in the world." Dancing masters from all over the United States met and determined to give the people dances more "rhythmical," more "graceful"; dances for the ball room that would be even and smooth. Jazz and dances of the Machine Age must go, they declared. And now, like a bright penny of a past year, which gets into circulation only by the arrival of the next — ghost of a day that is dead — now comes the Ballet Mecanique to haunt our neo-classic dreams. When assembled and seen and heard as a whole, the Ballet Mecanique is a film by Fernand Leger and Dudley Murphy, with musical synchronism by George Antheil. In this country we have had it served to us piece meal. It was created in 1924. We heard AntheiFs music in New York in 1927. And on November 20, 1931, the Arts Club of Chicago brought together the film and its "musical synchronism." Unfortunately they were not very well synchronized. In 1924, in the Little Review, M. Leger wrote rather telegraphically of the contents and purpose of the film : "Objects — images — the most usual. "Figures, fragments of figures, mechanical fragments, metals, manufactured objects, flat projection with a minimum of perspective. "No scenario — reactions of rhythmic images, that is all. "From one end to the other the film is sub jected to an arithmetical constraint, as precise as possible (number, speed, time) . "An object is projected to the rhythm of 6 images a second for 30 seconds 3 images a second for 20 seconds 10 images a second for 1? seconds "We persist up to the point when the eye and the spirit of the spectator will no longer ABSTRACT DESIGN the ELSA findlay dance ensemble in Man and Machines. accept. We drain out of it every bit of its value as a spectacle up to the moment when it becomes insupportable. "This film is objective, realistic and in no way abstract." The appearance of the Ballet Mecanique at this time makes pertinent a review/ of certain more recent experiments which were carried out at a time which may be proved to have been nearer the end of the period called by Archipenko "Machine and Action." Before coming to the interesting work of Elsa Findlay, the choregrapher, who has very definitely expressed her ideas on the subject of rhythm, and who with that other modernist and musical innovator, Henry Cowell, pro duced the ballet Men and Machines, let us see what Alexander Archipenko, the sculptor, has said about the Machine and Art. His are ideas which seem not altogether in agreement with those of Fernand Leger. "There is great danger if the bad road be taken in solving the problem of the union of Art with the Machine," writes Archipenko. "I find the dangerous road in painting which represents only fragments of machines. For example, futurism and dadaism. The artists of these two schools have painted and installed in their pictures, fragmentary wheels, mechan ical parts in an illogical order which only ex press Rhythm, not the rhythm of movement, but rather the rhythm of distance and color. These paintings remind us of junk shops, but 66 The Chicagoan W HA T? When the gift question arises come to The VERONICA Shop where gifts for the discriminating prevail. You will find the unusual in Bridge and Coffee Tables, Trays and Boxes all in rare inlaid woods. Also an unusual selection of expensive and inex pensive gifts that are different and suitable for any occasion. Won't you come in and get acquainted with us? The VERONICA Shop Gifts for the Discriminating 72 East Jackson Wabash 3497 AT HOME . . . CHICAGO in All pu through cn/orc be urge wholesale pol to purchase. lust be mad- c established There's always fresh fascination in a visit to the Irwin showrooms . . . new furni ture creations from America's foremost designing staff . . new marvels of crafts manship . . . new style movements in the embryo. Don't tell anyone you know your Chicago until you have visited this display — America's largest exhibit of fine custom furniture. You are always wel come! ROBERT W. IRWIN CO. COOPER^ WILLIAMS, inc. at 608 S. Michigan Blvd. in no case do they speak of our time, the Epoch of Action." .Miss findlay, who is a teacher of Dalcorze Eurythmics, and director of a New York dance ensemble, speaks of the lack of consistency in definitions of the word rhythm in an essay entitled, simply, Rhvthm. "The word rhythm is often abused but sel dom defined. It is frequently on the lips of dancers and artists, critics and teachers because it is the latest catchword of art and education. . . . The mystery will never be taken from this wholly innocent word until the distinction between rhythm and tempo is clearly under stood. . . . Tempo is mechanical; rhythm is not. Tempo is monotony; rhythm is variety. Tempo is dead; rhythm is alive. . . . Artists in all fields are pleading with us that we see in their work abstract beauty; that we look for something besides the 'story' in sculpture, painting or poetry. . . . The gospel of the abstract shrieks at us even from advertise ments." Miss Findlay and M. Leger seem to be agreed on "No scenario." But for M. Leger "no scenario" is not synonomous with "ab stract." In some of her studies Miss Findlay has utilized objects — human objects, to be sure, bodies of dancers — and has conceived of them in her compositions as "Abstract Designs," circles, straight lines, and triangles. M. Leger also deals in terms of circles, straight lines, and triangles. But for his part he finds these forms in the lids of stew-pans, piston rods, straw hats, glass tumblers, crest feathers of cockatoos, and in the forms of eyes, noses, lips, and teeth considered as unrelated objects in space. For him they are "objective, realistic and in no way abstract." Modern dancers, painters, sculptors, and composers seem to be working towards a same, albeit not too definite, goal. They are quite possibly speaking the same language, or dialects of the same language. Seen as actors in the film of contemporary life they have one qual ity in common, namely, subjectivity. "Dance Recitals in Brief R UTH ST. DENIS, best loved of Ameri can dancers, is still deeply concerned with the manipulation of Oriental drap eries. Her program featured one small surprise: the sound of her own voice which came as the climax of her dance, Tagore Poem. Vera Mirova, best known as an Oriental dancer, added strength to her performance with several new dances which indicate that she is alive creatively, and not content with merely recreating and adapting the dances of the East. The power to grow and to change which made itself felt in her new work was perhaps a bit disconcerting to those who had Miss Mirova's talent conveniently pigeon holed. The honors of the program were shared by Michel Krasnapolsky, bass violinist. Arthur Corey's recent dance recital was in the nature of a memorial to Andreas Pavley. Mr. Corey prefaced his dancing with the read ing of a fifty minute paper on the career of the late dancer whose work had been so famil iar to everyone. Machinery — An Obsession was perhaps his most successful dance. It was arranged to music by W'ilckens, the German composer, and was so much appreciated by the audience that Mr. Corey had to repeat a part of it. December, 1931 67 fclTHOOIMPHU) IN U.foi : ^' m zs Hollywood Heaven Wherein Death Is Largely Deprived of Its Sting By William R. Weaver SANDOR and I misunderstand each other perfectly. That is why we get on so well. We understand that. Our con versations are unflawed by differences of opinion, definitions of viewpoint, any of those distressing digressions that commonly result when minds meet. Ours don't. He talks to me of painting, I talk to him of writing, and each of us enjoys himself immensely. Neither of us objects if the other repeats, nor protests if liberties be taken with fact to color a contention. Sandor had been demonstrating, pipe in hand, his means of making clear to the adoles cents of Lake View or another high school the basic principle of modern art. This was in what would have been reply, were he not Sandor and I not I, to my assertion that what American writers need more than anything they profess to desire of their publishers is readers. But it was the gesture with the pipe that started everything. It reminded me of the late Robert Williams' characteristic gesture with the same implement and I said so. Who, Sandor wanted to know, was Robert Williams. I found myself telling him that Williams was the unfortunate young man whom death deprived of a splendid career in the very hour of its dawning. This reminded Sandor of Robert Harron, who wasn't so unlike Williams and who passed to whatever may have been his reward under identical circumstances, and the damage was done. The disciple of modern art became again, for a little while, the painter whose creations for the budding Balaban and Katz revolutionized the theatrical poster and influ enced commercial color display as has no other brush. I speculated, being the movie kind of guy who would, on whether there might be a par ticular kind of heaven, or a special department of the big one, for actors. Sandor thought there might be. He said it seemed only just that there should be special arrangements made for them in both places, especially pleasant arrangements above for actors who hadn't bored their audiences and especially unpleasant ones below for actors who had. I agreed that the good place probably wouldn't seem so good if Valentino, for instance, 'were given freedom of the grounds. Sandor said he supposed not but that, on the other hand, Rudolph had benefited the world no less materially because unwittingly in so living as to become, in death, the last of the Matinee Idols. I hadn't thought of that. I was silent a moment, depositing a tardy wreath on the memory of him whose each successive produc tion had cost me a shattered typewriter. I asked Sandor who else was dead. He remembered Wallace Reid. There, I declared, was an actor that could come into my corner of heaven and make him self at home any old time, and bring his saxa- phone if he liked. And there, too, Sandor reminded me, was the last of his line. I tried to disprove it, but Dix has gone to beef, and who else is there? We went to work on the matter then and uncovered an astonishing condition of affairs. With grand old Theodore Roberts, whose voice the microphone came too late to catch, departed a humanness that no actor has re placed. With Chaney, to whom the micro phone was unkind, passed all that was worth while in character distortion. Barbara LaMarr, unrecorded but how superbly photographed, closed the era of the ice-coated volcano. There have been no ingenues per se since Mabel Normand. Sandor said there could not be another Milton Sills and I said that was one thing to be thankful for. Then I recalled that Louis Wolheim had gone and that was something quite else. YvE were quite mellow by this time, mellow enough to dispense entirely with the matter of what happens to bad actors when they die and to consign them all straight through to a Hollywood kind of heaven of their own. Then we got to wondering what kind of place that might be. Sandor thought it would be a pretty swell place. So did I. We agreed that it would have to be a place where everybody could talk to everybody else about his art and I said a drawing room by DeMille would do nicely. Sandor had a few amendments to make, in cluding tea, and I said I'd write it if he'd draw it. He did. There it is, at the top of the page, and if any of the newly dead actors are not included blame the deadline, not us, who rolled back the presses for Robert Ames and Lya de Putti and close herewith in haste with fingers crossed, and — believe us — reverently. 68 The Chicagoan DIANA Michigan Square Building COURT SHOPS 540 North Michigan Avenue |f AND & KAN |1 Incorporated STORE FOR MEN Announce Their Opening at 113 E. 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They are all there — gay coat, hounds, and the rousing old song beautifully sculptured by Kathleen Wheeler into an unusually in teresting pair of boo\ ends. These, with the polo etching by Paul Brown and the city etching by Schutz are shown among a score of other gifts at the O'Brien Galleries. For the princesse royale sort of gift Spaul- ding-Gorham offer a smart new design in an emerald and diamond bracelet. The three large emeralds are balanced by eigh teen square diamonds and eighteen fancy shaped diamonds. More than a hundred baguette diamonds band the bracelet and six hundred-fifty small ones add their bril liance to ma\e an unusual piece, especially priced (for that sort of thing) at thirty thousand dollars. The brooch, also from Spaulding-Gorham. encircles with diamonds a finely carved medallion of precious jade. The new way to use dusting powder is the pleasant method of spraying it on with a powder atomizer. 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Milgrim sponsors the white eve ning bag of tiny, tiny pearls clasped in bril liants and the costume set of earrings, brace let, and necklace of brilliants and simulated emeralds. Also from Milgrim are the dainty white satin mules, smartly strapped like our newest evening sandals. A silver chain with roc\ crystal ball pendant and a reproduction of antique earrings in gold and garnets from the Veronica Shop. Practically indispensable to achieve those nuances in makeup which spell the differ ence between just a pretty girl and a devas tating one, is a ma\e-up mirror from Mar shall Field. The stand is hollow to hold a pair of tweezers. Erase the harassed lines from the brow of the busy bee with a desk secretary which tuc\s phone index, calendar, and memo pad into one handsome pewter stand. By Von Lengerke and Antoine. Got a match? 5J0 of them if she owns the decorative match wheel, also from V. L. & A. Lustrous satin, wide sash, and square bodice outlined in Alencon are the highlights of the cleverly daring gown below. Very smart in every detail is the other gown of heavy satin, with lace bolero and unusual V hem line encrusted with richly patterned lace. Worldly or mousey, she'll be flattered by these. From Milgrim. 7\[ou> that we are wearing buckles on our shoes again a pair of square cut steel ones, finished in either silver or bronze tones, is assured of a welcome anywhere. From Marshall Field. December, 1931 71 SOUTHBORO MARKALL, HANDSOME BLUE BELTON SETTER OWNED BY PRESIDENT HOOVER: FROM A PAINTING BY ARTIST C. C. HENDEE. THE GERMAN SHEPHERD HAS SUCH BRAINS, SUCH HUGE DYNAMIC ENERGY THAT HE MUST BE TRAINED FOR A JOB THEN HE'S PERFECT. Barks and Growls The German Shepherd Dog By B. M. Cummings WHEN Johnny came marching home from the War, there came with him an aristocrat that soon won the hearts of the entire country. That was the German Shepherd Dog. He was known as the German Police Dog immediately, and regardless of the fact that he was no more of a police dog than any other of the working dogs of his strength and sagac ity that had received police training, such as the Doberman and Riesenschnauzer, the name still sticks among laymen. Perfected by training, his sheep herding in stincts become remarkable and he lends him' self readily to any kind of work requiring strict obedience to commands, watchfulness and loyalty. The average height of the shepherd is twentyfour inches for the male and twenty- two to twenty-three and one-half for the female. Additional height, however, is not considered a fault providing the proportion of height to length is correct as well as weight. All colors are permissible, including solid black, pure white or various shadings. The ears should be medium in size, pointed at the top and carried erect when at attention. The tail is long, reaching to the hock, and while having a slight saber-like curve, should never be carried above the back line. He is an instinctive aristocrat, looking and acting the part, and when approached by a stranger, will gaze intently into his face until he is satisfied of his right of approach. Publicity and his readiness to defend his master has created an erroneous belief in his viciousness. One often hears the remark, "Oh, I am afraid of a 'police dog" (shepherd),1' when in reality, it is his aloofness and inde pendence, his war record, and the stories of his prowess that have caused this belief among people who do not know his faithfulness — his honesty, and his love of companionship and human love. We can't answer the oft repeated question, "What was the original police dog?" And we don't intend to try. But we do know that a police dog, now, is any dog of good size and strength that has had what is called police training. One that has been taught to watch, guard, attack, find lost articles, trail criminals and lost children. He is taught to refuse food from strangers, and disarm a man. It's just this dog that the Ger- man Shepherd was originally, and what he may be made into with proper training. ^vVhat better Christmas gift for the wee little girl or the rollicking lad than a puppy? Trusting and loyal, it will win the hearts of the whole family. It will teach the youngsters love and kindness, and will grow up willing to die for them if necessary. There's another lad in the family too — maybe not so small — not so rollicking — but we'll gam ble he'll squat on the floor and roll something for the puppy to chase. The Barks and Growls Editor has a hunch that even the men's fashion editor would lose the correct crease in those trousers to play with a Christmas puppy. LET ANY GERMAN SHEPHERD, SUCH AS THESE OWNED BY THE KANESBURG KENNELS, LOOK AFTER YOUR CHILDREN AND THE YOUNGSTERS WILL HAVE CHARMED LIVES. THE DOG WILL LOVE HIS DUTIES, FOR HE'S A SHEPHERD. AND THAT'S THE KEY TO HIS CHARACTER. 72 The Chicagoan '"Santa Claus Please bring me a PUPPY!" What a lasting Christmas Thrill — for the little lad — the little girl — and — probably that big boy — called DAD. An intelligent, affectionate SCHNAUZER will do the trick. Covered Wagon Kennels Naperville, Illinois Chicago Office: 105 W. Adams St. Casar v. Obertraubling International Champion Young stock sired by this wellknown champion for sale Stud charge $75 Exclusive breeders of Harlequin Great Danes Mrs. M. K. Nielsen Hinsdale, Illinois Phone: Hinsdale 1905 The PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT A Doberman Pinscher puppy or trained dog, from THE RENNELS KENNELS Training School for Dobermans only Because we specialize in the breeding, raising and training of Doberman Pinschers only. Our puppies are bred of the finest stock in the world, selected for their intelligence and conforma tion. 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WHITTLE Deerfield, Illinois Phone Deerfield 240 % Pugs of Sigvale Puppies in fawn or black at #50 up Pugs are entirely different from the old fashioned Pugs, come and see the modern gen eration at Sigvale Kennels on Arcady Road near Rondout, Illinois. (35 mi. N. W. of Chicago.) Mail address only: MRS. SARAH WALLER 1365 Astor St. Chicago, Illinois Dogberry Barbed Wire Kingsthorp Sand Storm Puppies for sale by these great dogs. Harrington, Illinois Alex H. Stewart — 30 North Michigan — Cent. 3978 <S.€?.f enhee ^ Animal Portraits Horses and Docs Painted from Lif e or PhoTocRAPh CHICAGO T£L.D£lA*rAKC09/9 nsi N.DEARBORN ST. Handling and Conditioning I have spent years in the work of condition' ing dogs of all breeds to win at shows. The rec ords will prove my claim that I put them down the right way. Will make all the shows East and West. For conditioning, handling, and showing dogs of all breeds, write or wire me. Jimmie Sullivan Professional Bench Show Handler Waukegan Road, Northbrook, 111. Telephone T^orthbroofc 50 Cocker Spaniels Personality and Character A Cajar Cocker is the ideal playmate for your child; or, as a companion for yourself. His quiet gaiety and sweet disposi tion will capture your heart. A few select healthy puppies now available, including Claudio of Cajar, the winning male puppy at the recent Chicago Special ty Show. All our puppies are champion-bred and eligible to the American Kennel Club. Call or write. "A Cajar Cocker Is Always Well-Bred" CAJAR KENNELS 11150 Langley Ave. Chicago December, 1931 Old Wine and New Bottles All Cultures Mix in Mexico By Lucia Lewis WELL — you can't have everything. That, we thought, was one of the lessons we have learned in the post- 1929 era; until we heard about Mexico. For here is one place where you can have every thing. From sunshine to champagne, from modern luxury to the ruins of prehistoric civilizations, from awesome scenery to the most stirring examples of modern art, from bullfights to original Murillos, Mexico offers everything for every taste. Add to that the particular advantages of the fact that it is an utter change to a foreign country within sixty- four hours of Chicago and the whole idea be comes too tantalizing to ignore as a dank winter begins to enfold us. It wasn't so long ago that no one but min ing engineers and archaeologists went south of the Rio Grande. Now it won't be many years before every tourist in the land will swarm over the place and probably "Americanize" it, so that this in-between period is the perfect time for those who like to travel in comfort but enjoy their unspoiled local color without the company of hordes of their Grade B countrymen. You can live for several weeks or months or years in surprising comfort — surprising if you still think of Mexico as a thoroughly primitive country. Of course, sumptuous hotels don't abound as they do in London or Paris but the Geneve or Regis in Mexico City can hold up their heads with any fine cosmo politan hotel. (And there's no finer bar any where than that gay spot in the Regis). An other new hotel, and inexpensive despite its name, is the Ritz in the shopping district. Other cities like Guadalajara and famous resort spots like Lake Chapella can take care of you nicely, thank you; while you may even do something which sounds as adventurous as visiting the Mayan ruins without denying yourself the comforts of a good bed and good food. Munson steamers from New Orleans and the Ward Line from New York and Cuba make regular trips to Progreso where you may live comfortably between jaunts into the for ests where the fascinating Mayan cities repay the visitor a hundredfold. Mexico city, of course, is the central spot for most visitors who go down for a three or four weeks' visit, and there is plenty in and around the capital to keep one occupied for months. You can dis pose of seasonal considerations right off, as it is perennially beautiful, sunny and warmly exhilarating all the time with so little climatic variation the year round that you never have to think of it. If you're the seeing kind of person there are beauties without end in and around the city. There is Chapultepec Castle, converted into a palace from an Aztec fortress by Monte zuma and now the home of the Mexican President. There is the rich National Museum with priceless Aztec, Mayan and Spanish relics for the artist and student. There are the national galleries and the world famous private collections, the National Theater, the public buildings with their gorgeous iron work and tiling and sculpture, the Cathedral, the Educational building with the wall paintings by Diego Rivera — a hundred beauties to stir the Louvre- weary into new enthusiasm. If you're the doing kind too there is, first of all, bullfighting, which no one should miss who enjoys a dazzling spectacle. Jai alai is as popular and gay here as it is in Havana. Rid ing and swimming are fun all year in and around Mexico City and there are several new golf courses, among them the beautiful Mexico City Country Club course, which are open to visitors who bring introductions from their local clubs. The motor roads to famous spots from Mexico City are unexpectedly magnifi cent — all new and in perfect condition so that it is a real joy to travel to Cuernavaca, to the floating gardens of Xochimilico, to the Pyra mids of the Sun and the Moon, through mag nificent mountainous scenery. And there is always the charm of sparkling vintages, the finest of European liquors at frequently less than European prices. Shopping is a gay experience in Mexico City and in the smaller places where exquisite pieces of Mexican handicraft may be picked up for practically a twitter. j\ s to getting down there, it's no problem at all these days. Crack trains through San Antonio and Laredo, or through Tennessee, or over the lovely Illinois Central route through the Mississippi Gulf Coast coun try to New Orleans, with a pleasant change to steamer from New Orleans to Vera Cruz, or by boat from Cuba. The direct route from Chicago by train takes a little less than sixty- four hours to Mexico City, with no change of train at any point. It's a pleasant idea if you are taking a longer trip to sandwich the Mexican trip into a coast or Cuba tour. On the way to Cali' fornia one may run down to Mexico City and then travel up to Tucson on the newly opened Southern Pacific route which climbs up the magnificent west coast of Mexico through some of the most stupendous mountains and primitive settlements on the continent. American Express has planned several trips into Mexico which fit into various itineraries neatly — the Central American and Cuban trip, the Florida or New Orleans visit, the California winter, the voyage through the Panama Canal. These are all worth looking into for a dazzlingly different sort of winter but even if you can take only two or three weeks a dose of Mexico all by itself is enough to set you up for anything the winter holds — depression or a revived hustle-bustle. They'll both seem pretty far away and unimportant when you hear guitars strumming on the Plaza and watch the golden bubbles rise in your glass of Mumm's once more. 74 The Chicagoan 02* & ^ ** *"V*~ rv\* ¦JfS^ K&>* . s*e ^ *& \^> <^^^J*~ ^ .rve ^ .*»- **»- ^** ^\^ *^ >sc ^.^^ ••#* ^*'^°,x** /** o9€ *e O^' .,> ° ^V^'.^'^e^ *^ ^ **' &> December, 1931 75 MARIENBAD BATH CAPSULES; WEATHERPROOF POWDER; AUTO MATIC LIPSTICK; COMPACT; MA- HATMA PERFUME; HELENA RUBINSTEIN. EXQUISITE FRAGRANCE FOR CHRISTMAS IN EX QUISITE CONTAINERS. MARSHALL FIELD'S SOU- RIRE DE FRANCE; A LA PAGE; AND DOUX SOURIRE. GUERLAIN'S SHALIMAR AND A NEW SIZE IN CARON'S BELLODGIA. AN AUTHENTIC JASMINE BY SYLKA AND MOMENT SUPREME BY JEAN PATOU. PERFUMES BY LELONG; POWDER CASES BY DOROTHY GRAY, GEMEY AND RICHARD HUDNUT. CUTEX MANICURE PREPARA' TIONS ON HANDSOME BAKELITE TRAY. An All-Feminine Selection Wins Cheers at Holly Time By Marcia Vaughn YOU know, these things just must be the right idea for a gal's Christmas. The proof came when all the weak sex which runs the office gathered greedily about my desk as the pretty packages began coming in, so that I didn't dare turn my back without wishing for a Billy Pinkerton. Even I, whose days are practically spent among bottles and jars (perfume bottles, scoffers) yearned over Christmas cosmetics as if I had never sniffed a scent. There's that powder case or compact idea. It used to approximate the old "Give her a book — she's got a book" gag, but not any longer. Though she may have three or four compacts she can stand a couple more, and like them. For compacts now blend in color with the costume they are suited to different occasions and different costumes, and it's al ways fun to switch around. The new loose powder cases are quite fascinating in the way they work around the two-grams'of'powder- on - your - nose - twenty - grams - on - your - clothes problem. One of the most engaging gadgets you ever saw is the new Dorothy Gray case illustrated. Small and square, enameled in softly blending stripes of ombre blue it opens out flat like the pages of a book. As you flatten it a mechan ism inside pushes up a nice supply of powder through a sort of Venetian blind sifter, a sifter which gives you plenty of powder with no effort at all but shuts as tight as tight when you expect it to. The smart new Gemey line of toilet accessories includes a good looking flat case in beige and silver which carries rouge and a compartment for loose powder firmly latched with a little cover which clicks open without a crack of the finger nail. Lucien Lelong's paper-thin baguette cases are justly famous and unusually distinguished looking. The soft grayed-green of Helena Rubin stein's power case blends delightfully with modern colors. This is also shown in a smart coral tone and either case may be had in a gift box -with a lipstick in matching color. Incidentally the new automatic lipstick by Rubinstein is a fascinating bit-. You flick back the top and up pops the lipstick, all in a second. Like the jaunty flick of a good cigarette lighter it's done with one finger. A lovely bit for brilliant afternoons or gay evenings is the new Le Debut Chatelaine compact by Hudnut. This has compact powder and rouge in a flat case which flicks up a clever metal mirror as it opens so that you see powder, rouge and your self all at once. The outside is in a smart modern design of black and white enamel and silver, and the lipstick is suspended on the chain by which you dangle the piece. Now that face powders are boxed so beau tifully there isn't any pleasanter idea for a gift. Take Lelong's heavenly boxes of French enamel and silver in smart odd pastels, set them on any dressing table and you have a thing of joy forever. A fascinating new weatherproof powder by Helena Rubinstein is boxed in a magnificent gold box with a dash of red in the little legs and the lock so that it looks like some old pirate's treasure chest. Dorothy Gray's exquisite white box in a glimmering mother-of-pearl effect is another good gift thought. Box this with one of the loose powder cases and it's even better. Antoine of Paris has a clever trick of packag ing two shades of powders in one box divided into two compartments. The sets are assem bled for different types of skins, a day and evening powder for each in each combination. All the Antoine preparations are sold in the beauty salon of Saks-Fifth Avenue. Of course, if you're abso lutely sure that she has all the powder and compacts she'll be needing for years you can still give beauty in other guises. There are the exquisite bath preparations we murmured about in the last issue, manicure things, and all sorts of brilliant thoughts. Helena Rubin stein's box of Marienhad Bath Salts should be 76 The Chicagoan NEW MADISON ROOM? 68 W. Madison St. — Second Floor — Drop in (or luncheon or dinner and enjoy the pleasant surround ings of Chicago's beautiful new dining room. Complete table service will prevail throughout the day and evening, featuring a variety of home cooked special dishes. Open from 10:30 A. M. to 9:00 P. M., including Sundays. You Will Like It! ^ JUST WONDER.PUL FOOD J Dancing in the Sun Mail this Coupon Golden sunlight, clean, pure, desert air. . . SPLENDID for faded, jaded nerves— touchy tempers — winter worries. Do what you like best — motor by moonlight over speedy desert highways — play golf — go dude ranching or just loll about and take on a fine coat of tan of the sort that pulls the PEP UP and the POUNDS DOWN. SOUTHERN ARIZONA offers you all of this and more . . .The right way — the smart way— is Santa Fe. the ^"^1 • & Extra fast Extra fine Extra fare wilt carry a Special Phoenix Pullman daily in December, January, February and early March. Also daily Pullman to Phoenix on the Grand Canyon Limited Chief W. J. BLACK, Pass. Traf. Mgr.. Santa Fe Sys. Lines, 1005 Railway Exchange, Chicago, III. Check those wanted: OCalifornia DGrand Canyon DThe Indian-detours ? Arizona DCarlsbad Caverns rjDude Ranches DDeath Valley DCalifornia and Arizona Hotel Rates Na .Address. welcomed by anyone, because the box and the individual tubes of salts are so attractive and because these are the authentic invigorating pine salts that are used in the famous Marien- bad cures. Coty has some awfully handsome manicure trays with all the essential preparations fitted into their proper niches so that the matter of furbishing up the nails at home is greatly facilitated. The Cutex Marquise set is a very distinguished ensemble of fine preparations — - polish, polish remover, cuticle remover, nail white, cuticle cream, powder polish, orange wood sticks, file and emery boards — assembled on a bakelite tray, firmly upright and always convenient. Something very very decorative is the Dorothy Gray set of nail polish, remover and cuticle softener in replicas of antique Chinese snuff bottles. These, made of some tricky composition, exactly simulate the old agate bot tles, set in what looks like a teakwood stand, and topped with a jade green bead in the orange covers. Really handsome enough to stand side by side with your most gorgeous perfume flacons and atomisers. Since the jars are easily refilled by slipping in a new glass bottle of the preparation they are a matter of permanent beauty. One gift for which you will be blessed over and over again is a card for a series of treat ments at one of the good salons. You can buy these for any number of treatments from one to a princely twenty or more to insure year-round lady-fairhood and you'll be thank fully remembered every time she emerges fresh and glowing from a relaxing hour under skilled hands. In the Rubinstein salon she will find some exciting new methods which really do produce immediate results. They have a pleasant little electrical contraption which sends little glows of current down into the skin to tighten muscles and banish flabby, heavy jowls while it actually does smooth out those irritating little fine lines. Then she is treated to a soothing herbal mask which feels rich and soft instead of crusty like so many masks, and smells like everything delicious and pungent one ever dreamed of. Those of you who attended the interesting fashion show and makeup classes put on at the 900 restaurant by Dorothy Gray recently, realized what an intriguing and gratifying business this creating of new effects can be. So you might as well be thoughtful and give your very good friends a few tickets to treat ments that will show them a thing or two. You're going to hear more about these makeup ideas when Christmas rolls away from my door, but for the moment just think of the honest- to-God good you do when you give something luxurious like a course of enlightening treat ments. Or an order for a complete ensemble of makeup, or a luxurious box of Elizabeth Arden lipsticks with instructions about using them to suit one's costume and coloring — things that will make the recipient dazzling and bedazzled by your thoughtfulness through all her mornings, afternoons and evenings. 1 HEN there are per fumes, perfumes, perfumes, the immemorial snare which is acquiring (Turn to page 86) December, 1931 77 Keep the Home Fires Burning Support Your Native Industries By Janet Spitzer FOR a long time now, the rest of the world has been patronizing America (that is to say, the U. S. A.). At last we have an opportunity to patronize ourselves, and buy Christmas gifts made in every corner of the United States, not to mention Alaska, Porto Rico, the Philippines and Hawaii. Every known handicraft peculiar to our fair country and her far flung possessions is represented. All this fruit of American toil has been gathered together most conveniently for you in the Michigan Square Building. The exhibit is called The Gallery of Modern Life (don't ask me why) and is supervised by Mr. Ray mond O'Neill. There is a list of patrons and patronesses that long, including names from all of Chicago's very best circles. The plan is to keep the exhibit open through the holi days, and if it is at all successful make it a permanent part of Chicagoana. It is well worth visiting, though you may face the fact that lots of the things are not distinctly news to you. But you will admit that they are all good of their kind, not expen sive, and there are some unusually attractive examples of our native talent, even some un expected ideas for Christmas presents. Jugtown pottery with a burnt orange glaze, for instance, is good look ing and cheap. Practically since the days of John Smith, the na tives of them thar hills have been engaged in the art of ceramics, the town having taken its name, as you may have guessed, from the principal occupation of the residents. One helpful sugges tion from this folk art is the really bright idea of using the <$ 1 generous-sized, covered bean pot for a soup tureen. Soup tureens are in this year, you know, and like all revivals are expensive in their orthodox form. A crude, hand fashioned bean pot will make a splendid substitute and add no end of intrigue to the soup course, at a cost of less than five dollars, which isn't hard to bear. Alaska's contribution consists almost entirely of moccasins and totem poles made by Eskimos in the government schools. The moccasins are of leather or fur, made by hand of course, and would make elegant house shoes, particularly if you like to shuffle around noiselessly as I do. The largest and most impressive totem pole wears jauntily a cap shaped like a train con ductor's, bearing the legend, Alaskan Railroad. But there are others that would be worthy additions to a collection of cigar store Indians, spitoons and other relics of America's palmier days. There are some fine examples of iron worked by hand in Massachusetts, especially andirons, pokers and candlesticks. All of these things have delicacy, simplicity and grace. There are hooked rugs from the south and from New England, and Indian rugs from the Southwest. There are doll houses, replicas of Vermont farms and Boston homes, all completely fur nished. There are so many things, in fact, that I sincerely recommend a trip to Diana Court. And while you're in that building, be sure to visit the Walden Book Shop, on the street level. If you are in a quandary about that awful problem, the Growing Child, the Walden children's depart ment has maps. They are very jolly maps, sufficiently informative to satisfy the most scientific parents, and make delightful wall decoration. They are gaily colored and come folded up in envelopes. There are maps of Chicago, of the world, of the Land of Make- Believe, of Cape Cod, and many others. They range in price from one dollar to three dollars. For a reasonable sum, you can have your selection beautifully shellacked and framed, all ready to be hung and good for a long, useful life. The maps with white backgrounds are shellacked (if you wish it) in a sort of brown ish tone which gives a swell antique finish. This shop has an intriguing globe of the world too. It comes deflated and neatly wrapped. To set it up, you blow up the globe which is made of china silk like the earliest balloons. The colors are grand, and there is an aluminum stand; all this for three dollars. And while we're on the subject of children, the Walden "s gallery in the Palmolive Building has quite a selection of Nura's pictures neatly framed. These have beguiling children mostly for sub- jects and are a good hunch for the rooms of youngsters old enough to notice the decor of their own quarters. Framed, these are about twenty dollars each. Furniture for children is pretty hard to get, without having it made to order from your own specifications. And that costs a pretty penny. The Chil dren's Book and Play Service (105 East Delaware Place), how ever, has a few pieces of minia ture colonial reproductions which are better than the ordinary Grand Rapids product. It is all maple or maple finish, and built to withstand wear and tear. The selection they have on hand is limited, but you can order from a catalog and get delivery in about a week. They have a desk in the shop which should appeal to any child. It is of maple and like a Winthrop desk in general outline, copied from an old, grown-up piece. It has a drop A COLLECTION OF OBJECTS FROM THE ALASKAN CONTRIBUTION TO THE GAL LERY OF MODERN LIFE EXHIBIT IN THE MICHIGAN SQUARE BUILDING IS PHOTO GRAPHED Above. At Left, AN INTRIGUING GLOBE, IN FLATED SILK, ALUMINUM MOUNTED, COMPACTLY DEFLATED FOR SHIPPING, TO BE FOUND AT THE WALDEN BOOK SHOP. At Right, A PAIR OF OLD FRENCH COACH LANTERNS, OUTSTANDING REPRESENTA TIVES OF A SPLENDID LAMP COLLECTION OFFERED AT FLORENCE JACKSON'S BARN. 78 The Chicagoan front like a real desk and cubby holes inside for equipment. Its pe culiar advantage for the nursery is in the construction of the lower part, which is all hollow with a solid front. In the corridor of the Palmolive building, Florence Jack son has an antique shop which she calls The Barn. Perhaps the title is due to the fact that Mrs. Jackson has so many old lanterns of various peri ods and places which would be fun to use outside a country house, and would also make grand lamps for use indoors. And good looking lamps are mighty hard to find. The out standing ones of this group are a pair of old French coach lanterns (il lustrated) almost too lovely to be changed in any way. These are one hundred and twenty-five dollars for the pair, but there are lots of others at more practical figures. And some one should dash up and carry off a pair of huge old bottles of Swedish blown glass, that are easily ten gal lon capacity and stand almost as tall as your waist. Well, yours then. They are a smoky green color and perfectly swell in shape; the kind I haven't seen about these parts for many a day. They would make the most satisfactory lamps on the gar gantuan scale, topped with large pleated white shales. Some folks fill them with water and goldfish be fore attaching the lamp appliance (which is removable to avoid visits of the S. P. C. A.), but then we all have our idiosyncrasies. Mrs. Jack son also has hunting prints in curly maple frames, very nice too. More than a hundred years old and just over from England, they seem great bargains at fifteen dollars each. The piece de resistance, however, is an interpretation of The Last Sup per done superbly in mother-of-pearl. It is a three-dimensional version, like a miniature stage set, done up in a recessed box, covered by glass. The wide frame around the box is also an intricate design worked out in bits of mother-of-pearl. It comes from Italy and should properly be in a red vel vet-lined box, with hidden lights in side to bring out the detail of the figures, and the irridescence of the mother-of-pearl. If you doubt my word, go up and see for yourself. The price: Six thousand dollars. And well worth it, say I! 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Michigan Ave., Chicago (Begin on page 23) up and down these hills are the same as they have been since time immemorial. They are paved with cobble stones and are so steep that they really are a series of steps, the flat between the steps being about ten feet. Up and down you go, slipping and sliding on the stones which so many generations of feet have worn so smooth. A typical Eastern scene this, the bazaars with their merchandise, the crowds of people, the cries of the donkey drivers as they try to force their little charges through the mob, the sheep and goats, the refuse of vegetables and fruits in the gutter, the smells (the worst I have ever known and I have smelled a smell or two), the beggars, the veiled women and the swarms of children under the ancient arches built by the Cru- saders. We kept on the driver who had driven us from Damascus for a cou ple of days and had him take us to Bethlehem the first day. On the road we passed the Well of the Magi, where they say the three wise men looked in the well and saw the star which led them to Bethlehem. A little further along the road is Ra chel's Tomb, which is in the hands of the Jews. The three religions — Judaism, Mohammedanism, and Christianity — are so closely associated through their various prophets and saints that sometimes all lay claim to a shrine. This frequently causes trouble, as it did recently at Hebron, the site of Abraham's Tomb. This is a mosque, as Abraham is one of the most revered prophets of Islam, but the Jews wanted to claim the shrine so the Mohammedans mur dered nearly all the Jews in Hebron. /vr Bethlehem is the famous Church of the Nativity built to mark the birthplace of Jesus Christ. The first church was erected by Roman Empress Helena in the fourth century and some of the orig inal beautiful Roman pillars are still standing. The present church is di vided into three parts, one Greek Orthodox, one Roman Catholic and the other shared between the Ar menians and the Copts. We went down very steep and slippery steps with candles in our hands to the Chapel of the Nativity which is un derneath the church in the rock. Beneath an altar is the famous star in the floor which marks the tradi tional birthplace of Christ, and no matter how many pictures you've seen of it or how/ much you've heard about it you can't help getting a hushed, awed feeling. Fifteen silver lamps belonging to the Greek, Ar menian and Roman churches are always kept burning there. Close by is the Chapel of the Man ger which marks the site of the sacred Manger. There are several other chapels, one where the children are buried who were killed by order of King Herod in his endeavour to kill the Christ Child. Returning over the excellent road (they mostly are excellent in Pales tine) to Jerusalem we visited the Mount of Olives with the Chapel of the Ascension at the summit. This is a Mohammedan shrine, as the Mo hammedans revere Christ as one of their prophets. The Arab in charge showed us a mark on the rock which the Chapel encloses, resembling a footprint, which they say is the foot print of Christ as He ascended into heaven. In the courtyard surround ing the chapel are various shrines be longing to the many different Chris tian sects, to which they come once a year on the Day of Ascension to hold their services. There is a mosque close by built by the Moham medan Sunnis who are not so strict, so that we were permitted to go up on the roof. It was a very windy day and I was nearly blown off but the roof does give one a most com prehensive view of the city. One can see the four hills on which it is built, Mount Zion on the left, and Mount Moriah crowned by the Dome of the Rock or the Mosque of Omar, as it is more familiarly known. The other two are Mount Akra and Mount Bezetha. One can see the Hill of Evil Counsel on which Judas Iscariot hanged himself, and the sweeping valley of Kidron or Je- hosephat below. Outside the city is the Mount of Offence on which Sol omon built a temple for his heathen wives. 1 HE next morning on the way to Jericho and the Dead Sea we stopped at the Garden of Gethsemane. It is a small garden filled with flower beds and some an cient gnarled olive trees of tremen dous age, possibly sprung from the roots of those beneath which Christ prayed. The original Garden was much larger than the small spot now enclosed by the Catholics. Quite near Jericho the River Jor dan forms the boundary between Pal estine and Trans-Jordania. I expect ed it to be quite wide here where it empties into the Dead Sea, but it is a small river, quite pretty, the trees lining its banks making a pleasing contrast to the surrounding desert. Returning to Jerusalem our days were crowded with sights and Bib lical associations. The Via Dolorosa, the road over which Christ passed carrying His cross, runs through the city from the house of Pontius Pilate to the church of the Holy Sepulchre. Along the road are nine Stations of the Cross and five inside the church, marking the places where Christ stopped on his weary journey, well known to all good Catholics. The second Station is the arch from which Pontius Pilate watched the mournful procession and washed his hands of his share of it. In the Church of the Holy Sepul chre are various chapels. On Gol gotha or Calvary are two chapels, one Roman, one Greek, where one is shown the spot where the Cross was placed. One leaves the Holy Land with mingled feelings of veneration and disappointment. No one can help but feel awed and happy in visiting the sacred spots but it would seem more Christlike if creed did not look upon creed with so much suspicion, if there were less petty picking at each other over the possession of shrines, if there were not this undercurrent of strife and trouble brewing between Arab and Jew and Christian. But it is only human, and intensely inter esting — I wonder what He thinks of it. TOMATO COCKTAIL You wouldn't choose a glass of thin, watery, flat- tasting milk to one fresh from the country — thick, creamy, full-bodied, would you? No! That's exactly why you'll prefer original College Inn Tomato Juice Cocktail. It's the utmost in full-bodied, full-flavored tomato juice; made from whole tomatoes — red, ripe and juicy; hand picked — and then blended into a delicate spicy cocktail — not overdone; seasoned with rare delicacy to please and cheer. And it's packed by the new, exclusive Hi- Vi ta process; preserves all the original flavor and vitamins. Always put up in glass containers — you see what's inside — and the new cap is amazingly easy to take off. Drink original College Inn Tomato Juice Cocktail to day. Learn the difference. You'll never change! At your dealer's. (pllege Inn THE ORIGINAL TOMATO JUICE C O C KTA I L College Inn Food Products Co. Hotel Sherman Chicago 415 Greenwich St. . . New York 82 The Chicagoan December, 1932 83 GASTON'S LOUISIANE Michigan Ave. at 14th St. Michigan 1837 Xv here dining is still an Art' Dancing every evening A La Carte Luncheon $.75 Table d'Hote $1.50 Serving food of the finest quality at rea sonable cost. DINE DANCE 7 to 1 A. M. No cover charge at any time. Parking space, capable attendant. — Gaston THE INTERVIEW RACKET ^4n ylmerica7t Institution Declines A UNIQUE SHOP Established for 20 Tears Special ideas designed and executed Smart merchandise for your approval Costume Jewelry Leather Goods Stationery and Modern Brass Dies Wood, Pottery Christmas Cards and Class Priced below and above the dollar The T. C. Shop 4th Floor Fine Arts Building 410 S. Michigan Ave. Harrison 3408 (Begin on page 37) no one is being kidded with the use of that word — Mr. Clarence Darrow wants to know if there is any fee in it for him, and Postmaster Arthur C. Lueder wants to know if it is going to cost him anything. You can't see Samuel Insull or Blossom Seeley, but you can see Lorado Taft and Mary Garden. You can't see John Hertz or Phil Baker, but you can see Preston Bradley and John B. Drake. And you can't see Cyrus McCormick or Beatrice Lillie, but you can see Silas Strawn and you can see Jane Addams. It is a good thing, I think, that the interview is passing, because the interview, as we know it, is a fraud and a hoax. An intelligent young man named Throckmorton, employed by an ad' vertising agency as a professional interviewer, was obtaining the suc cess story of one of the nation's in dustrial giants. At one time, not remote, this giant had had an un savory name for coercion, brutaliza- tion, intimidation, and bribery. Now, as young Throckmorton sat before him, he was passing platitudes on honesty, integrity, hard work, ideals, and perseverence. Something in young Throckmorton winced at all this. The industrialist bellowed on, the words piling out of his mouth mechanically, until he said, "New paragraph." This was too much for young Throckmorton. His human kindness curdled and froze. "Mr. Leiderkranz," he hissed through clenched jaws, "the Throckmortons make their own new paragraphs." The truth is not told in interviews. "Now I'll tell you something that isn't for publication." That line pops up in every interview in which there is any confidence between interviewer and interviewee. That "something" that isn't for publication is the truth. The interview is essentially pompous and untruthful. Therefore it is not useful. Also, it is not beautiful. Therefore — . MODERN ART V. - Principally Autobiographical (Begin on page 51) to take my place in history along with John the Baptist. Among the tales told was one that I was in the pay of the French government — it was a period also when every "liberal" in America was on Lenin's payroll — I don't know how I lost out on my share of francs and rubles. Another was that I was a "front" for sinister influences in the Arts Club — that every morn ing I telephoned Mrs. Carpenter and got my instructions for the day. Also, I was not even a newspaper man — just a "showman" out of a job, and an object of pity to my old friend, Charles Segner, managing editor of the Post. I could scarcely write my name. (This last, I admit — leastwise I can't write it so any body can read it. In seven years of "trouping" and banking by mail back home, I never found a single post- office employe who didn't have to make me spell it orally in my appli cations for money orders.) This showman story was the one that was told at the art banquet at Indianapolis, "on authority of one of my colleagues." This 'was the story that caused Chester Johnson, when he showed me a Monet, to inquire if I "understood these things." This was the story that caused a high official at the Art institute to gasp when he saw my Phi Beta Kappa key. He asked me where I got it (meaning what University). I told him I stole it when I was a show man. This is the story that causes a woman very, very prominent in Hoosier art circles to whisper even yet to her friends that I do not write anything original but copy every thing that appears under my name, word for word, from some other art magazine. My Phi Beta Kappa key, inci dentally, as he confessed long after ward, caused Sam Putnam to act toward me like a strange bull dog for the first several months of our association on the Post. Sam, it seems, hates a Greek key as much as I hate the expression "plastic quali ties." I can't seem to learn what "plastic qualities" are, Mr. Freud, and Sam didn't have the academic chances to acquire a key. ./vll these weird tales came to something of an "official" focus at the annual banquet, the first spring of the art magazine's existence, given by the Art Institute to prize winning artists in the exhibi tion by artists of Chicago and vicin ity. Mayor Dever was among those present. "Percy B. Eckhart, trustee of the Art Institute," according to the In stitute's weekly News Letter, "repre sented the museum in the absence of Mr. Harshe, who was in New York. Mr. Eckhart believed that the hope of the American people lay in their cultivation of the arts. America is a practical nation but it must learn that the only things that survive are the things of the spirit. The speaker paid his respects to the art critics of the local papers who profess the 'Modern' complex. When an expert is called to testify in a case, he said, he must show his credentials, his qualifications, his training. He must qualify and convince the judge and jury that he has a sound basis for his conclusions, and that he knows what he is talking about. But anyone can write an article on art and by flinging out a few aspersions damn the most able, conscientious and painstaking craftsmen in the city. After all, it is the opinion of only one person." How Mr. Eckhart's Art Institute itself went "Modern" shortly after his speech — how it was already going "Modern" while he was paying his respects to the mountebank critics — will be told in another installment. These "critics" played their part — but the chief factors were the terrific onslaughts by the Arts Club of Chi- For the smart young girl — Ton might select a pair of these amusing Spanish fashion plates — in soft pastel tones — these could be mounted for the bow doir or powder room. $1.50 apiece (unframed) Overbec\ Pottery Boifl with floral centerpiece in bright col- ors — especially nice as there are no two pieces of this pot' tery ali\e — $10.00 THE O'BRIEN ART GALLERIES 673 N. Michigan Ave. Superior 2270 Special exhibits dur' ing the month of December: Crayon Portraits by J. E. Brierly; Sporting Prints; Gifts from the Far East collect' ed by Mrs. Ivan B. Boyd. ATTENTION To Christmas Shoppers Enjoy Your Noonday Lunch in the restful and luxurious atmosphere of the Blackhawk Restaurant. A full course luncheon is served at 65c The New BLACKHAWK 139 N. Wabash Avenue 84 The Chicagoan F Ideally located on Fifth Avenue M. ALBERT LAINEL Personal Chef to H. M. The King of England, Chef at Buckingham Palace, Chef at The Carlton Hotel, London, Pupil and Protege of the Great Escoffier, Has Been Appointed Chef at the Hotels Ambassador and Ambassador East I89IAND 1931 • • • Coupe de vJYaitre Father knew that a sift of Allesretti's was a master stroke in courtship . . . But it wasn't possible in Father's day to drop in for luncheon or tea at Alle gretti's . . . Following the trend of the day, Allesretti's have innovated two new rooms for lunch or tea . . . The Grotto ... 11 East Adams Street . . . modern and delightful . . . the Deck . . . 228 Michisan Avenue South . . . smart rendezvous for lunch or tea . . . Either of these — The Grotto or The Deck— are conven ient eating and meeting places . . . Excellent food and service . . . and, of course, the inimitable Allesretti's chocolates ... an accepted matter of good taste . . . THE DECK--228 MICHIGAN AVENUE SOUTH THE GROTTO--11 EAST ADAMS STREET and 61 EAST WASHINGTON STREET CHOCOLATES December, 193 1 85 The Accepted Center of Social Activities Society makes Shore- land its ren dezvous. The enchanting private party room s — t h e evident luxu ry, true refine ment, continental service have made Hotel Shoreland the recognized center for every social activity. For every occasion, our catering staff provides original ideas, programs, and menus to make your affair different and individual. Weddings, dinners, lunch eons, dances — parties of every des cription — are successful at Hotel Shore- land. For a dinner treat our Louis XVI dining room offers an extraordi nary menu, charming en- vironm en t, delightful dinnermusic. SHORELAND 55th Street ot the Loke Phone Plate !O00 In the Arcade of the Arcade Building People of discriminating tastes demand not only well-planned and properly served cuisine, but also a dignified and quiet atmos phere in which to enjoy it. You will find this here. SHEPARD TEA ROOM Webster 3163 616 S. Michigan Avenue Fine Clothes For Men and Boys ¦A^Sttajrir. Best cago, Frederic Clay Bartlett with his magnificent collection and his mil lionaire friends, and the general awakening of the United States of America to what was going on out' side our boundaries. Meanwhile, incidentally, Mr. Eck hart, I have qualified, since your speech, as an "expert," if your courts can make me one — (something I can't seem to do for myself in my own mind.) Twice, have I been so accepted by the Chicago courts — once in a suit to punish Adolph Kroch for selling an "obscene post card," as a reproduction of Gior- gione's Sleeping Venus appeared to a learned policewoman, and again in a suit by the late Tennessee Mitchell Anderson for damage to one of her pieces of sculpture. "Our side" won in both instances. In the first case, the judge accepted me as an "expert" at my face value. In the second case, another judge definitely overruled a contention that I was not an "ex pert." That seems to settle the mat ter legally, unless you want to appeal to a higher court. Confidentially — but I'd rather not go to jail for contempt of the court's perspicacity! MUSIC Events of the Season (Begin on page 60) Symphony, and may I not be struck dead by a thun der-bolt, seems to me to be almost as magistral a work as the Franck D minor. D'Indy, Franck's most ardent pupil, earns his own niche in the his tory of modern music if by this sym phony alone. In it he absorbs de voutly the spirit of his master, but his thematic ideas are powerfully original and boldly designed. The B flat symphony evokes — and why I can not tell — images of chivalry, gallant knights in armour, ladies waving from turrets. It seems to me an apostro phe, sweet and strong, to the me dieval France of Henry Adams. Efrem Zimbalist played, on this occasion, the Sibelius Concerto for Violin, and the program closed with the ubiquitous Finlandia. As I have always regarded the Finn as a highly over-rated composer and as I take no special pleasure in the playing of Zimbalist, I found the high roman ticism of the concerto tedious. Jacques Gordon officiated as solo ist on the fifth program of the season in concertos by old Nardini and young Emerson Whithorne. Gordon is certainly not a prophet without honor in Chicago* but I wonder if we really give him his due. He seems to me to have a complete vio- linistic equipment; a sound technique, an electric vitality, profound feeling and musical vision. That last, by the way, accounts for the Whithorne concerto. The literature for violin and orchestra is so limited that fid dler soloists move around perforce in a circle of Mendelssohn, Beethoven and Brahms. Gordon wishes to see that literature extended, offers prac tical comfort and suggestion to American composers like Whithorne. In this case the violinist's critical judgment is accurate. The Concerto is a little long, a little immature, but it has sincerity and eloquence. The long line of the rhapsodic adagio, the gay rhythmic fillips of the final move ment reveal undeniable talent and originality. Another American, Daniel Gregory Mason, won a place on this same program with a new symphony, his second. This work is one of the dreariest I have ever heard in Orchestra Hall. Its com poser, a renowned pedagogue at Co lumbia, speaks in the scholarly ac cents of the university. He justifies one of my pet theories, that no mu sical genius ever was or ever will be cradled in an atmosphere of fraterni ties, football and the social sciences. Dr. Mason asserts that, in this work, he sought to compress the symphonic form. Such compression would perhaps have given his symphony a strongly original mien if it had achieved such compactness. But it does no such thing. It gasps and flutters, rather than breathes; its dis sonant chromatic motto appears in terminably, and the orchestra, robbed of sonorous basses, the foundations of the house, floats feebly around in midair, restless and lost. A couple of huzzas for the sixth program, the best to date of the cur rent season. It was made of laughter and buoyancy — Mozart's D minor symphony; Boccherini's 'cello concerto, played admirably by Daniel Saidenberg, general of the local 'cello brigade; Ravel's Rhapsodie Espagnole; Deems Taylor's Through the Loo\' ing Glass Suite; and Siegfried's Rhine Journey. It was one of those rare evenings when neither Papa Stock nor the boys let down for a single instant, when the catalogue of music afforded brilliant and pleasant contrasts. Saidenberg, by the way, has gone far since Stock picked him as leader of the sector. He handles the higher registers of his instrument with fine intonation and the requisite broadness. And he refuses, unlike many of his more famous colleagues, to force the tone in the lower strings until the 'cello buzzes like a trapped house-fly. BEAUTY Holiday Considerations (Begin on page 76) even greater importance with the greater artistry of perfumers. There are any number of new per fumes and always the exquisite scents famous for many seasons, any one of 'which makes a precious gift. Since the modern trend is towards a shift ing of fragrances with varying occa sions and costumes no woman can have too many perfumes. In fact, the smart woman's dressing • table simply glitters with an array of bot tles and atomizers to satisfy her changing moods and add tremen dously to her fascination. The coutourieres have a dazzling array of smart new scents. Among the headiest is Patou's Moment Su preme, a grand thing for romantic evenings. One could get quite Eli nor Glynnish describing this so I'll just advise you to run over and sniff it for yourselves. Patou has also TIMES THAT STIR YOUR PALATE After the hockey game — on a cold December evening After the theatre — a chat and a piquant snack After a day of bear markets For celebration or solace the answer is L'AIGLON Rare foods pre pared in our in imitable French- Creole fashion. Rare music to tan talize the toes or soothe the nerves. Rare congeniality Dancing from six to one Luncheon Dinner Supper Prices Lowered with the Times 22 East Ontario Delaware 1909 GOOD CHEER * GOOD FOOD For thirty years the Red Star has been a gathering place for those who appre' ciate German hospitality and German food. And now, in 1931, it still maintains its important position in Chicago restau- rant life. 3Reb S>tar 3nn C. Gallauer, Proprietor 1528 N. Clark Street Delaware 0440-3942 86 The Chicagoan MEN'S CLOTHES AND FURNISHINGS For suitable Christmas gifts. Beautiful assortment of men's clothes, furnishings and accessories. Neckwear, Hats, Shirts, Pajamas. New Bit Cuff Links and Crystal Cuff Links, Italian Braces and Garters. Special priced Full Dress Suits at $50. Sundell 8C Wolf, Kimball Building. Harrison 2680. "'Illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll BOOK PLATES Made to order only. Individual designs, etched on copper or in wood cut style, sketches submitted. PRIVATE EDITIONS OF BOOKS, memorials, biographies, books of travel or poems. Estimates submitted. Ralph Fletcher Seymour, 410 S. Michigan Ave., Chicago. Telephone Harrison 8122. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii:::::::::,1!1 = ARTCRAFT STUDIO SOMETHING NEW for the home — "Fire Screens" painted in artistic floral designs or with mod ernistic motifs; also hand-painted gift cards for all occasions; sachets to enclose with gifts. Individual designs in beautiful painted lamp shades to blend with the color scheme of your living room or boudoir. South Shore Artcraft Studio, United Exhibitors Bldg., 9 West Washington St. State 6740. Hours: 9 to 5. III! HOME HEALTH SERVICE OLAF S. EVANS, veteran con ditioner of prominent Chicagoans now offers in addition to his Euro pean health service, a similar home treatment, saving time and effort for those unable to come to his office. His system of exercises and massage are soothing and fitted for the needs of the individual, providing- complete re laxation and restoring vitality; thus de veloping nerve control and a happy dis position. Free consultation. Olaf S. Evans, 6 North Michigan Ave. Sta. 3375. SHOP WITH ME I am The Stroller. I roam the Town in quest of the unusual, the unique, the intrinsically smart adjuncts to graceful living. My listings compose an infor mal index to shops purveying products and services of known quality to knowing Chicagoans. If that which you seek does not appear in this issue, or if I may render personal counsel in your shop ping problem, command me. — The Stroller. Illllll!! , FACIAL REJUVENATION AGE LINES disappear, faces are rejuvenated without masks or mechanical aids under the minis trations of Mary Varley. Two decades of triumphant results in curing acne and eczema of years stand ing, pyorrhea and trench mouth has earned the unending gratitude of Chi cago's representative people. Her unique preparation and unusual services bring true restoration of youtli- fulness, even to reduction of flesh in any part of the body. Home treatments. Consultation welcomed. Mary E. Varley, Stevens Bldg., 17 N. State St. Cen. 8108. CATERING SERVICE DID YOU KNOW we deliver any order over a dollar? Plum puddings, fruit cakes in gift boxes, ice cream moulds made for each special occasion to your order. Visit our handsome display rooms at 705 N. Michigan and plan to make your next party perfect, using our linens, dishes and all table appointments if convenient. No order too large, no party too small to receive our best attention. We have catered to Chicagoland for two generations. Home Delicacies Association, 315 E. 23d Street. Calumet 5760. PHOTOGRAPHIC ILLUSTRATIONS Our fine camera portraiture has for some time been accepted by the better people in town. At no time have we ever produced anything but work of the highest quality. Discriminating people, those who are really aware, fully realize that, for debutante and bridal photo graphs, we are unexcelled. Paul Stone-Raymor, Ltd., 430 North Michigan Avenue. Superior 4585. lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll BEAUTY TREATMENTS YOUR MASTERPIECE is yourself— as revealed at your best. May we assist you in maintaining that enviable well- groomed appearance more than ever es sential today? Our clientele, built up over 25 years, testify that Upton treat ments, with our private formula prepara tions, give sheen to the hair, tone to the Among the unusual and artful services rendered with skill and care are: hair- cutting, French finger-waving, zippping, eye-lash tinting and electrolysis. Upton Beauty Shop, 936 N. Michigan. Del. 2979 for appoint- II BEAUTIFUL FURS Suggestions for Christmas — Complete Stock Newest Style Fur Coats, Jackets, Fur Hats and Muffs. Special Attention Making Fur Coats to Order and Re styling. Associated French signer. Cloth Coats, Suits Wraps. A Visit Here Will Your Delight. WILLIAM N. SOMERS FUR SHOP Furriers 2nd Floor, 430 N. Michigan Ave. Opposite Tribune Tower. Telephone Delaware 8900. De- and Be COSTUME — JEWELRY SOXIA — Importer. Heres' your chance to select unusual Christmas gifts— $1.00, up. LADIES HAND BAGS— $2.95, up. Smart Leather Goods, reasonably priced. Personal Christmas Cards — $5 per hundred, up. SONIA, Importer, 410 South Michigan Ave. Telephone Wabash 3998. - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII lllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllll . '-¦ SWEDISH IMPORTATIONS A rare collection of Swedish Pewter, Silver, Crystal, Glass, Rugs, Furniture and Swedish Christmas Novelties. This is going to be a practical Christ mas, also the demand for quality and in dividualism must be considered — we have considered both — and priced everything in our shop in accordance. Our Swedish Christmas Novelties are the usual distinctive Swedish table deco rations. You can do your Christmas shopping ecomonically at Swedish Arts 8C Crafts, 163 East Ohio Street. Telephone Delaware 9533. LIQUEUR SETS Hand blown Mexican glass with lovely swirls and bubbles — blue, green, amber. Flask and six glasses $4.50. Also plates, finger bowls, vases, stemware, 50c to $10. Indian jewelry, Mexican toys, pottery, embroideries, 50c to $25. You can shop restfully, conveni ently and inexpensively at FRED leighton's Indian Trading Post, 619 N. Michigan Ave., 153 E. Ontario St. Whitehall 7532. Allegretti Club Ambassadeur Elizabeth Arden Arrowhead Springs Hotel The Austrian Wcrkbund The Backgammon Club Harnett's Hotel Belmont A. Starr Best Blackhawk Restaurant The Blackwood Hotel The Blue Door Blue Grotta Brentano's Cajar Kennels Canadian Pacific Capper & Capper Cappy's Beauty Salon Carlin Comforts Carter's H. F. Charleston Compuny. .... Chez Louis Chicago Daily News Chicago. Boek Island & Pad College Inn Foods Commonwealth Edison Shops.. Index to Advertisers Condossis Cigarettes Covered Wagon Kennels Cunard Cook DeMet's Diana Fountain Olaf S. Evans Marshall Field & Company. ... The Flo Shoppe Gaston's Louisiane Dorothy Gray Guerlain. Inc Harding's C. C. Hendee Hinckley & Schmilt Holland American Line Holland & Costigane Home Delicacies Asso •iation., Hyde Park Club Restaurant. Indian Trading Tost Robt. W. Irwin Company Kand & Kami Kanesburg Kennels Jiro Kawagurhi Kenwood Mills Hotel Knickerbocker Knoedler Galleries L'Aiglon M. Albert Lainel Lake Shore Drive Hotel Lans Le Petit Gourmet Ray Long-Smith Mack's Club Maisonette Russe Mann's Rainbo Mercatino Milgrim Mouquin, Inc Mrs. M. K. Nielsen 900 Restaurant O'Brien Art Galleries Berta Ochsner Packard Motor Car Company.. The Paramount Park Manor Hotel Hotel Pearson John P. Pctterson Piccolo's Pittsfield Building Planet Mars Cafe Plaza Hotel Group Post Ridge Kennels Red Star Inn Rennels Kennels Ricketts Increase Robinson Rococo House Roney Plaza Hotel Helena Rubinstein St. Denis Asia Bazaar Saks Fifth Avenue Santa Fe Seneca Hotel Italph Fletcher Seymour Hazel Sharp Shepard Tea Room Hotel Shoreland The Show Boat John M. Smyth 10 Socatch 09 William N. Somers 87 Sonia 87 South Shore Artcraft Studio 87 Alex H. Stewart 73 Jimmie Sullivan 73 Paul Stone-Raymor. Ltd 87 Sundell & Wolf 87 Swedish Arts & Crafts 87 The T. C. Shop 84 35 East Waeker Drive 90 Upton Beauty Shop 87 Vanity Fair 83 Mary E. Varley 87 Vassar House 09 The Veronica Shop 07 Von Lengerke & Antoine 01 Mrs. Sarah Waller 73 Wauchow Kennels 73 Martha Weathered 11 White Rock 2 Dorothy B. Whittle 73 Hotels Windermere 6S Wittbold's 15 Wurlitzer 54 Yamanaka 81 December, 1931 87 HOTEL PEARSON Chicago's most cultured Hotel-home I Here ... at Hotel Pearson . . . the re' fined, fastidious per' manent guest — or the sophisticate who so- journs in Chicago — will find an environment, a p p o i n tments, and a meticu lous service that bespeak true culture. Therefore . . . Hotel Pearson has been se lected as the home of prominent Chicagoans . . . and of some of the most distinguished members of the Opera cast. A restaurant with a continental atmosphere. ATTRACTIVE RATES! HOTEL PEARSON 190 East Pearson Street Telephone Superior 8200 s Asya Baxaar 12 Sunset Boulevard Hollywood, California A Special Xmas Offer Child's Pajamas, hand made ,/2-py in China J J^- exclu- — <^T~ sively for us, perfect fitting of pure silk. Hand embroidered, ages 6 to 10. Bed, Blue and lade. A limited num ber only $10.00 Same style, unembroi- dered. but tailored, and niped. ages 4 to V> Bed. Blue, Jade. Pink and Yellow. Small sizes for boys and girls. Post-paid in Xmas gift box $8.50 Brochure free achieved one of the most amusing effects in his miniature bar of per fumes, three of his smartest scents — Dry Coc\tail, Sweet Coc\tail, Bitter- sweet — arranged in a case built like an old fashioned bar with mirrors, rail and everything. About as swell a gift for ten dollars as you could find. An other very luxurious perfume is Martial et Ar- mand's Extrait Prescence. Premet has a gorgeous evening scent in Pour un Oui, and a subtle spicy one in Le Secret de Premet. And those hith erto priceless Matchabelli fragrances now appear in a fascinating box of six little bottles, each one with one of his famous scents, for just four dollars. Caron also introduce their precious Bellodgia in a small but very attractive bottle at the comparatively inexpensive price of nine dollars. Guerlain's luscious Shalimar, illus trated in its graceful urnlike bottle is always a good choice; and if she is an awfully chic, up-and-coming, provocative piece, try Guerlain's Liu, one of the most sophisticated of sophisticated fragrances. Elizabeth Arden classifies her perfumes accord ing to moods, which is quite fitting, as perfume is an evanescent, intan gible affair, a haunting expression of feminine whims and moods. There's La Joie d'Elizabeth, a piquant, buoy ant scent just perfect for crisp win try days; La Reve Elizabeth, a sump tuous scent for brilliant nights, and so on through a distinguished series. A truly handsome gift would be her set of four flacons but even one wouldn't make the little woman peevish. It certainly wouldn't make this little woman peevish. Houbigant embody a new quality in their latest fragrances, the "after- scent." When you apply Etude or Festival touch your skin ever so lightly and then notice the way the real fragrance bursts upon you after a few moments. Some subtle alchemy makes them react to the human skin beautifully and become more lovely with application than they are in the bottle. Etude is a rich new blend but not too rich. It is very modern in its chic headiness, a gay town-ey blend. Festival is just what its name implies, a sophisticated, sensuous but not cloying scent for bang-up occa sions. Printamp, one of the good new perfumers, has an in teresting ensemble of two bottles in an amusing case named Right and Left Ban\, one scent for daytime wear and one for evenings. A fine Jasmine scent is concocted by Sylka, another of the smart new perfumers. (These may all be found at Field's and other shops.) THE NEW CARS Eastern Salons and Showings By Clay Burgess Berta Ochsner Concert Dancer Chicago Art Theatre School 410 S. Michigan Blvd. Webster 0228 THE automobile industry, gen erally, is taking off its jumpers, scouring the oil, dirt and grime from its hands and face and donning its cutaway, grey worsted trousers and spats for the 1932 National Auto mobile Shows. The industry is tak ing more interest in the shows than for some seasons past. Aggressive effort from various sources promises to make these shows highly interest ing to the public and to the industries allied to automobile production. It now is realized how important the shows are as factors in the return to what we like to think of as normalcy. Producers, with this thought in mind, are making a determined and successful effort to offer to a waiting public car designs with greater eye- appeal, increased riding comfort, greater operating and maintenance economy, and, also, a more highly developed operating control which simplifies speed-gear shifts and clutch movement to 'what is almost a gesture. There is no doubt that a grand array of much that is new will be offered at the New York Show in the Grand Central Palace, January 9 to 16, in clusive, and subsequently here in town in the Coliseum, January 30 to February 6. Packard, not long ago, brought out its new Continental models, and re cently announced another new body model. It is called a coupe-roadster, for it is quickly changed from one to the other. The car is a magnificent piece of workmanshio as a coupe, and when the top is folded down into the recess flush with the back of the front seat it becomes the roadster you've been dreaming about all your life. Elsewhere in this issue is a photograph of the new Packard in dividual custom convertible victoria (a long name, but it's a long car, too) with body by Dietrich. On this model, also, the top folds down into the recess. 1 he main ballroom oi the Commodore Hotel has again been the scene of activity as the country's foremost custom automobile body builders exhibited the 193 2 versions of their wares on a wide range of automobile chassis. And there are many new custom bodies this year. One of the features of the New York Salon was the new Stutz Super Bearcat with body by Weymann. The Super Bearcat is the 1932 version of the Stutz roadster so famous nearly two decades ago. It is powered by the improved Stutz DV- 32 dual valve, double overhead cam shaft engine, and is flatly guaranteed to do better than 100 miles per hour. It is a cabriolet coupe type and serves admirably as an open or a closed car. It is compactly built, but carries three persons comfortably. It is close- coup'ed, but has more than ample luggage space in the rear deck. It combines sweet, slow speed perform ance with better than a 100 mile gait on the open road, and it should do even 107 to 110 miles per hour by the stop watch. Among the other Stutz models at the Salon were the Prince-of-Wales model by LeBaron, a six-passenger brougham-limousine on the same chassis as the Super Bearcat and the Patrician Club Coupe, body by Brunn. Of the stationary Victoria or San Diego for real enjoyment this winter A vacation you'll thrill to! Absorb that healthful winter sunshine. Play golf. Go riding. Visit Agua Caliente — or just do a little plain loafing! You'll find PARK MANOR an ideal stopping place. Close to everything, finely appoint' ^¦BHtzrl5 ed, quiet, com fortable. Folder on request. PARK MANOR Adjoining world renowned MERCATINO, INC. Italian Importations Leather - Linens - Pottery Silver - Jewelry - Gifts Miss Ruth Hypes Miss Muriel Hypes 1618 Chicago Avenue EVANSTON HAZEL SHARP School of Dancing BALLET TAP BALL ROOM 1028 Kimball Building W A Bash 0305 88 The Chicagoan 6 6 ' Parkins!" All this sort of thing makes life just a kick in the pants to the butler. But it was Estley 's fault. Did you know Estley? Charming fellow. Alert, suave, witty. Full of verve, and elan. You wouldn't have thought Estley could possibly forget such a thing. But he did. Yes, this year Estley forgot to give Emily her annual subscription to THE CHICAGOAN for Christmas. Well, you never could say that Estley was a perfect man, either. And Estley was aware of THE CHICAGOAN'S special rates for Christmas gift subscriptions, too. One subscription #3.00 Two subscriptions 5.00 Three subscriptions.... 7.50 Four subscriptions 10.00 This Special Offer Is Good Until Five o'Clock, December 31, 1931 THE CHICAGOAN, 407 South Dearborn Street, Chicago, Illinois Enclosed find $ for which enter names below to receive gift subscriptions with my greetings: Name Address. Name Address. Name Address. Name Address. My Name. Address December, 1931 89 AkkOWHEAD SPklNCS HOTEL AND BUNGALOWS EVERY KIND of pleasure, and smart people from everywhere! Golf, tennis, riding, hiking in eighteen hundred acres of sunny desert, valley and moun tain country. A beautiful modern hotel, in semi-tropic foothill setting. Average winter temperature 68°. Nature-heated swimming pool. Natural steam caves, with mud baths, treatments, massage and rejuvenating mineral waters equal to famous European Spas. Special low rates this year for same excellent food and service. For reservations or additional information write H. S. WARD Managing Director ARROWHEAD SPklNGS CALIFORNIA BACKGAMMON Improve your win ning chances before you enter any prize game. Learn the fine points and all the de tails about Backgam mon. Private Instructions Mr. Gabriel The Backgammon Club 639 Morrison Hotel Phone — Dearborn 5118 The finishing touch to the perfect cocktail ! French and Italian styles of Vermouth. At good dealers every where. For free Recipe Book, address Mouquin, Inc., 217 East Illinois St., Chicago. glfeouquttjS five-passenger club coupe type, the latter is an ideal vehicle for the sociable group and is equally suitable for touring or more formal use. Being of the two'door type, it is also ex ceedingly appropriate for personal use. Coachwork by Rollston fur- nished a big part of the Salon, too. Many Lincolns, with a great variety of body style, were displayed at the Salon. The foremost body builders of the coun- try offered handsome examples of their craftsmanship. Judkins had a coupe and a Berline. Brunn exhib ited an all-weather brougham, an all- weather cabriolet, a sport phaeton and a double-entry sport sedan. Diet rich had a town cabriolet, convertible sedan and a sport Berline. There was a town car by Rollston, a Vic toria by Waterhouse, a roadster by Murphy, a limousine and panel brougham by Willoughby, and Le- Baron offered a convertible roadster and a town cabriolet. All were out standing examples of what is being done in the field of fine automobile chassis and luxurious body construc tion. Well, now the mys tery of the Rockne Six is all over, ended, cleaned up. It has been sub jected to intense speculation since its veiled announcement to the trade a few months ago and has now been revealed as a project of the eighty- year-old Studebaker Corporation. Oh, you knew that all the time? So did we. The new car is called the Rockne Six in honor of the great Notre Dame coach who had been associated with Studebaker's sales organization for several years. He was to have been vice-president of Rockne Motors Cor poration, had he lived. It was his intention, so we hear, to give up active football direction after the 1931 season. URBAN PHENOMENA Notes On the Social Scene (Begin on page 56) pretty busy. . . . Jimmy Pope and Dick Simmons are two Bachelors who are more or less in demand . . . but mostly More. . . . You can have tea at Stella Webber's cunning little Book shop on Delaware Place and see lots of people you know. Texas Guinan's "Hey Goldcoasters" is winning lots of applause at the Planet Mars. . . . Jean and Sam Pirie had an automobile accident on their honeymoon. . . . Janet Kirk, Fran Weary and Angela Farwell are selling magazine subscriptions. Local Boy Makes Good . . . for instance Johnny Locke in "Girl Crazy." And not long ago Elsa Armour and Hortense Henry did a Lohengrin and right here and now we will put them in Class A reserved for Beautiful Brides. One cold and wintry day a gallant young man we know got pretty dis turbed about the Great Poor Class. He called a newspaper for a list of addresses of people who needed Help. Having singled out one family . . . a widow and four children, he set out with a large basket of practical foodstuffs, mittens, woolen mufflers, etc. Upon arriving at the given ad dress he discovered quite a prosperous little cottage with lace curtains through which he could see three very well-dressed young girls dancing to the radio. . . . He thought per- JIRO KAWACUCH Importer and Publisher of Fascinating Japanese Color Prints Old and New Oriental Picture Framing 849 N.Michigan Ave. 'Phone Delaware 8909 haps he had mis-read the house num ber. He got out of the car with his basket and walked up to the door . . . the number was correct and right underneath it was a little sign reading "Please Deliver All Goods in the Rear." MLrGARET MANN is writing a book in London. . . . Pawnee Meyers is going to New Orleans. . . . Helen Stanley came home with a rooster and left it in the basement . . . the neighbors started waking at whatever hour a bird like that would start singing. . . . Exit Bee Lillie around whom the best of our five o'clock parties were centered. We were spellbound at the White- man Concert over the beautiful tribute to Knute Rockne and the Grand Canyon Suite . . . we were also practically hysterical when Ben Bernie came in raising one eyebrow and whispering "You can't fool me Paul ... I know you can't read a word of music." Florence Higginbotham has been working so hard over the Junior League Children's Theater that she moved to town. . . . Have you heard about the Improvement Club? Hooray for the Holidays . . . the Debut Balls . . . the Colored Lights . . . the Holly Wreaths . . . and a Happy Christmas Goose to you all. 'Bye Now. 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